Another side to the stars
Oct. 29th, 2004 06:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
klenaNot much to report. Just leaving this rought draft of a future ZQL post to tease and tantalise the senses. Or assault them. Whatever this does to the mind.
“Why didn’t you kill me?”
“…What the FUCK Sharlia?!” The ex-vampire broke out of her delirious reverie and blinked once, twice, thrice. Graceful fingers, half-transparent from a lack of a body, played and flirted amongst long black bangs as a thoughtful expression made the same motions over her face.
When she spoke again, her voice was low and penitent, as if in a confessional box, praying.
“You know the way you think I fucked you over in this life?”
“You DID fuck me over in this life Sharlia.” Kathryn reminded her.
“Haha, not even close compared to my other lives.” Sharlia laughed but stared determinedly at her bare, bloody, perfectly pedicure feet. Kathryn remained silent.
“I can see them all – the ones that are over. They’re all in my head and every life scratches for dominancy…Jesus Kathryn, I mean…there were a lot of…things I did to you…and him…for fun. Nothing to do with Jonan’s gods-be-damned mission; just for my own pleasure. An’ I can’t even make sense of it all ‘cause my fucking mind is so muggled…hahaha, I meant muddled.”
She smirked at Kathryn who grinned wryly back at the spirit. Below them, in the flat, they could hear the romantic dreamy strains of “Dearly Beloved” played perfectly by Kirsty on the piano.
“Angel?” Kathryn prompted, sounding like a professor. Sharlia nodded
“I…I caught you, bond you, tortured you. Days and days that bleed in my mind. He came looking for you but I got to him first. I brought him before you.” The scar that marred most of the left side of her face seemed to burn angrily. “I drained him…dry. You watched. I dropped the husk and let you loose.” She sighed and Kathryn found herself suddenly realising she was digging her nails into her palms and it was rather painful.
“…You came back to me, days later. Still carrying the thing that had been Angel. I thought you were there to kill me or to kill yourself. Or blow both of us up. But you didn’t. You came to me, collapsed to the floor and sobbed. You cried for hours and I couldn’t move. I wanted to run, to comfort you, to kiss you, to kick you out of the house and I couldn’t stop the warring thoughts in my head. Then you stopped like it was nothing – zip! Tears gone – and asked me very respectfully to take you in.”
Kathryn removed her nails from her palms, winced as the skin attempted its natural form and rubbed her face. A low, keening laugh emerged through the gaps of her fingers. Sharlia continued, undaunted, haunted
“You were insane of course. I could see it in your eyes, that shattered pupil and shards of sanity that danced in your iris, but I asked why. You were…so philosophical about it.”
“What did I say?”
“You told me you wanted to be with me because of Angel. You touched the body reverently but coldly and said ‘this was my soulmate once, but he’s not in there anymore. This is nothing more than a shell now.’ You hurled it out the window and it blew into a hundred thousand dust particles. You smiled and told me ‘you drained his life-force and took him away from me by taking his life into yourself therefore you are the reincarnation of my soulmate and I want to be here with you…I think I need to be…Please?’ I mean, what the fuck do you say to that?!” Sharlia sighed and waved her hands as if trying to grasp some illogical thought-process with her desperate grasping hand gestures.
“You had a point…So I let you stay with me…and…you became my apprentice. My god, you were vicious but so sweet too. Heh, that sounds like I’m the crazy one, but it was true…and then…”
Kathryn stayed silent, waiting for the end of the story but Sharlia said no more. Cocking her head curiously to the side after long moments passed and made hollow masks of shadows over their faces, she asked for the end of the story. Sharlia shook her head stubbornly:
“I can’t. I won’t. You can’t make me.”
“Stop being such a fucking child and tell me!”
Silence.
“Fuck! Why can’t you tell me? You’re dead; there’s nothing more we can do to each other!” Sharlia chewed down on her lip with an angry sneer; Kathryn growled threateningly.
“GODS HELP ME, JUST SAY IT!”
“……….We became lovers. I think you were right, in the end. And I told you so…just before I broke your neck.”
“Why didn’t you kill me?”
“…What the FUCK Sharlia?!” The ex-vampire broke out of her delirious reverie and blinked once, twice, thrice. Graceful fingers, half-transparent from a lack of a body, played and flirted amongst long black bangs as a thoughtful expression made the same motions over her face.
When she spoke again, her voice was low and penitent, as if in a confessional box, praying.
“You know the way you think I fucked you over in this life?”
“You DID fuck me over in this life Sharlia.” Kathryn reminded her.
“Haha, not even close compared to my other lives.” Sharlia laughed but stared determinedly at her bare, bloody, perfectly pedicure feet. Kathryn remained silent.
“I can see them all – the ones that are over. They’re all in my head and every life scratches for dominancy…Jesus Kathryn, I mean…there were a lot of…things I did to you…and him…for fun. Nothing to do with Jonan’s gods-be-damned mission; just for my own pleasure. An’ I can’t even make sense of it all ‘cause my fucking mind is so muggled…hahaha, I meant muddled.”
She smirked at Kathryn who grinned wryly back at the spirit. Below them, in the flat, they could hear the romantic dreamy strains of “Dearly Beloved” played perfectly by Kirsty on the piano.
“Angel?” Kathryn prompted, sounding like a professor. Sharlia nodded
“I…I caught you, bond you, tortured you. Days and days that bleed in my mind. He came looking for you but I got to him first. I brought him before you.” The scar that marred most of the left side of her face seemed to burn angrily. “I drained him…dry. You watched. I dropped the husk and let you loose.” She sighed and Kathryn found herself suddenly realising she was digging her nails into her palms and it was rather painful.
“…You came back to me, days later. Still carrying the thing that had been Angel. I thought you were there to kill me or to kill yourself. Or blow both of us up. But you didn’t. You came to me, collapsed to the floor and sobbed. You cried for hours and I couldn’t move. I wanted to run, to comfort you, to kiss you, to kick you out of the house and I couldn’t stop the warring thoughts in my head. Then you stopped like it was nothing – zip! Tears gone – and asked me very respectfully to take you in.”
Kathryn removed her nails from her palms, winced as the skin attempted its natural form and rubbed her face. A low, keening laugh emerged through the gaps of her fingers. Sharlia continued, undaunted, haunted
“You were insane of course. I could see it in your eyes, that shattered pupil and shards of sanity that danced in your iris, but I asked why. You were…so philosophical about it.”
“What did I say?”
“You told me you wanted to be with me because of Angel. You touched the body reverently but coldly and said ‘this was my soulmate once, but he’s not in there anymore. This is nothing more than a shell now.’ You hurled it out the window and it blew into a hundred thousand dust particles. You smiled and told me ‘you drained his life-force and took him away from me by taking his life into yourself therefore you are the reincarnation of my soulmate and I want to be here with you…I think I need to be…Please?’ I mean, what the fuck do you say to that?!” Sharlia sighed and waved her hands as if trying to grasp some illogical thought-process with her desperate grasping hand gestures.
“You had a point…So I let you stay with me…and…you became my apprentice. My god, you were vicious but so sweet too. Heh, that sounds like I’m the crazy one, but it was true…and then…”
Kathryn stayed silent, waiting for the end of the story but Sharlia said no more. Cocking her head curiously to the side after long moments passed and made hollow masks of shadows over their faces, she asked for the end of the story. Sharlia shook her head stubbornly:
“I can’t. I won’t. You can’t make me.”
“Stop being such a fucking child and tell me!”
Silence.
“Fuck! Why can’t you tell me? You’re dead; there’s nothing more we can do to each other!” Sharlia chewed down on her lip with an angry sneer; Kathryn growled threateningly.
“GODS HELP ME, JUST SAY IT!”
“……….We became lovers. I think you were right, in the end. And I told you so…just before I broke your neck.”
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Date: 2004-10-29 07:28 pm (UTC)