Drinks, he, the pain, the blood. Thrives he, in the fear that debilitates. – Bloodsongs.
*(Art)When the infuriating dinner was finally over, Art helped his mom with the dishes. His mom was singing under her breath, whistling softly and there was a bounce in her steps. Every few seconds, she'd throw him a pleased look, one heavy with inside joke.He knew the joke. It was him! The girl with the beautiful eyes made him into a damn joke, when she blurted out about his eyes. His heart ran wildly as he thought about it.He gritted his teeth as he wiped the China dish. How he wished he could break one or two of them, just to soothe this anger, and the helplessness.
Who was she? What was she doing here? And what the hell was she talking about?
His eyes? Beautiful? No one had ever said that to him. Not even his girlfriend had called his eyes beautiful and she had made him feel like a dumb fool as he sat there, choking on water.
She had laughed then, and even though she was laughing at him, he loved the sound of her voice.
Oh, Aurora's eyes were so beautiful, too, so beautiful like a ocean on the shimmering sun rays, even though they were his nightmares.
He wanted to scream, he wanted to barf, and he wanted to smile and laugh and sing.It was a cluster of confusing emotions, and that was what made him so angry. Not the fact that she had said something like that in front of their family, but that he gave some damn to what she had said and that he had liked it secretly.
"Your eyes –"
"Mom, cut it out, or I am not helping you." He said as he let the towel go, chanted softly and the towel floated around his mom before he made it fall over her head. She gave him a glare as she swatted the towel away from her head.
"But I've never seen you flush so red, Art. You looked cute." She smiled and turned away from him. Art rubbed his neck as he waited for his mom to pass the dishes. He was helping his mom dry the dishes, or mostly helping her with his magick.
The doorbell rang and Art's body went taught. "That must be Aurora bringing Kristy back. Ask her in." His mom said in a sweet voice. Art gave her a suspicious look.
"Why? She was just here an hour ago." He scowled at his mom. "What is this game, mother?"
He mumbled, and she shook her head as if she didn't have any hope left for him.
"Momma, I am back. Me and Rory... we played. She is amazing. She is my friend." Art let out a relieved sigh when Kristy walked in, babbling about Aurora. Thank God, his father had opened the damn door, and thank God, the second time, that his dad didn't invite the perplexing girl in.
"Rory and I." His mom corrected and he rolled his eyes. Like Kristy needed grammar at six! Parents!"And she said Art's eyes are beautiful-" She looked at him, her brown eyes so wide and curious, "Does that mean they will marry each other? Have kids?"
Six? This kid wasn't Six. No kid of six should talk like this.He glared at his little sister and scowled at his mom, who was laughing like she had just heard a wonderful joke. "Shut up, it is not funny. And no, Kristen, just because she said my eyes are beautiful doesn't mean we will get married and have kids." He explained to the little midget menace. She was already a firecracker.
"But I like Rory." Kristy whined and rolled her eyes."Then you can marry her." He stomped away, feeling idiotic and childish. But what the hell, how could he stay sane when his whole family wanted him to marry Aurora and have kids! What the heck was that!
And how the hell could he stay calm, when his heart banged like a deranged drum whenever she was mentioned!?
What the hell is this weird feeling? What is this tingle pausing through his body whenever he looked at her?He didn't understand anything about that and that scared him. He grabbed his books of spells and stated reading, just to get her out of his head. He almost succeeded until he remembered her lips... and the smile in her plump, beautiful lips and the books from the bookrack started to float.
'Oh, shit. This is going to be a disaster.' He said as he closed his palms and shook his head, not thinking about her. The books fell, one after another, with soft thuds.***
(Lyka)
"I miss this, I miss this town." Lyka said as they reached Coven Groves, Illinois. The town was secluded, away from noise and pollution and everything else. It was a tiny place, and once the place was full of only witches and wizards with powerful magick. And then they had died, and their magick mostly died along until only very few remained.
The town was full of tall, jade trees, small shops and ancient buildings. It was beautiful, it was peaceful, and the peace was going to be disrupted, soon. It made her angry, angry at the bastard who wanted death and destruction.
Why was fate this cruel, this blind?
The darkness he was going to bring along would make this cheerful place dull and gloomy.
Death would suffocate the place, and people would either die or sell their soul or be trapped inside the voices of their mind and go crazy.
It would be a dreadful event, full of loss and blood and darkness. She hated it, she hated the fact that only two kids could stop that from happening, stop the snake-like being from swallowing the world with its darkness. She had spent hundred years trying to find another way to end him, but she had failed in every attempt.
Finally she gave up – deep down, she knew all her researches, all her attempts would fail– and so she had waited and had tried to find a way to help the kids. She wrote a book for Aurora and Art, to know more about the evil sorcerer. She had collected magical artifacts they could use in the battle and other magical things that might help them.
Well, they weren't exactly kids, but they were kids to her. The blood of her two of the closest friends ran in them. Her friends had once lost their love, and the battle.
Would these two find their path, fulfill their destiny? Would they have enough strength to face him, and his blackness?"Lyka, stop thinking too much. We will make sure they live, okay? We will do everything in our power to help and protect them. Our magick maybe rusty, but we are still powerful, and we have the power of the light. We are protected and they will be protected, too." Shalom said, his eyes solemn.
He was always solemn. Years and years of life, endless, torturous life, seeing the death of loved ones, one after the other, could make one somber."I didn't want to think about it, but I can't stop it. Stop my thoughts." She stopped and steered the car as she noticed a bend in the road. "Would Théoden smell us? Would he come out from wherever the hell he is hiding?" Lyka asked as she braked the car and looked at the bend where their turn would take deeper into the town. The woods were full of hidden secrets and darkness that hung around the place like heavy rain clouds.
"He will come, may be today, or he will take his time. He would hatch some plan, he would be just as desperate as us. This is his only chance, as well."
"That is what makes me edgy." She said as she turned left and stopped in front of a motel. It was small, but the exterior was clean. "This would do."
"What are we here for again?" Shalom asked as he got down from the car.
"Rich couples enjoying time out." Lyka told him with a glare in his direction. The man might be the most powerful wizard, but his memory was made of... clay.
"Sounds very swanky compared to why we really are here." Shalom said wih a smile.
"So do you want to tell them that we are here to fight a two hundred- and fifty-year-old sorcerer of darkness, who worships the devil, and is thirsting to rule the world with his black sword?"
"Absolutely. That would simplify things.""Shut up, and follow me." Lyka grunted and stepped outside the car and entered the motel. Shalom followed her.
The motel was neat and cozy, with a small reception area in the front. The iron stairs were ornate, so was the beautiful chairs swanking an antique table.
A small tea lamp stood at the rack, along with few potteries. There was a flower vase at the side of the reception desk, and she knew where to find the carved snakes – she looked up at the ceiling and smiled. It was polished, redecorated, changed from hands to hands, but it was the same one she had visited years ago.
"Hi, how may I help you two?" A woman smiled a wrinkly smile. She looked so soft, so fragile.
"A room please for two. For six months."
The old lady's eyes widened and then gleamed after she had calculated the money in her mind. Her smile said that she appreciated the business."Sure. But six month is a long time."
"We wanted to enjoy a long vacation in some place nice and quiet."
"Welcome." As the woman asked their name, wrote it in an old-fashioned register that was so yellowed with time-it looked older than the woman-and handed them the key, Lyka felt the chill in the air.
The air raged outside, swirling hurricane of sand and dust, bringing sand particles inside the windows. The woman frowned at the sudden change in the weather, and she wiped her face. Lyka told the woman to go inside and lock the doors.
Shalom nodded and pointed his fingers discreetly towards the end of the road. There behind the trees, she found the familiar shadow of their old friend. Théoden, the black sorcerer who broke the promise of their clan, who broke all his words for the thirst of darkness and power. Who brought shadows into the white light.
His ominous black eyes, the pit of empty promises and endless abyss gleamed gold in the outside. He was ugly, black lips, black, hollowed eyes, and curving fangs, but anyone who saw him now wouldn't have seen it. They would see a beautiful guy, with golden eyes and charisma and charm. He played well with the shadows, well with the mind.
The bastard was here to welcome them home. Of course. He would come. He couldn't resist. Lyka opened her hands and folded it outside and a spark hit him in his stomach. Lyka could hear him hiss in pain and anger. He snarled, his voice an angry shrill as he bared his teeth at her.
'Hello to you too, you evil bastard. We will see, won't we?'
___He is greed, vengeance and anger. He is the sin and the betrayal. Uses, he, the pain of humans, the blood of humans, for pleasure. – Bloodsongs.*(Art)A week had past, and it was testing and slow for Art. After the careless comment on his beautiful eyes, during that disastrous dinner, Aurora had started acting as if it had never happened–shit, he didn't know what he even expected from her after that, but still it was maddening.The strange feeling at the pit of his stomach, it never went away. Whenever he saw Aurora, he felt the spark from his fingers, the magick in its strongest, as if his body had no control over what it was doing, when she was near.He was afraid to do something that he might regret. Usually, the uncontrollable magick happened only when he was angry, but now... he had no idea how to control these random, haphazard thoughts that was running wild inside him. Thought of Rory and her beautiful eyes from the nightmares, her soft, sensual voice, her silky blonde hair,
The wanderer of shadows, his vanity is his downfall and his rise. – Bloodsongs. *(Art) Art blinked as he stared into Aurora's room. His heart thrashed and pounded. He wiped his sweaty palms againt his pajama pants as he blinked twice and then looked again. There in her room was what looked like a fire. Orange, glowing. It was like the nightmare was manifesting in her room. It was very small, but Art didn't want to take any chance. Through the glass panes of the windows, he could see it slowly getting bigger. Fear and panic gripped his throat as he started to run, blind to everything on his way. He banged on the front door and whipped past when a disoriented Matthew opened the door. "Wha-" He didn't stand there to answer Matthew. He had to hurry before anything happened to the girl with blue, blue eyes. Art knew the interior of the house. It was the twin of his home. He stepped past the kitchen and raced upstairs, and opened the room door in hurry, praying that everything was a
'He is the sin and the betrayal . He tarnishes white with his bleeding black.' - Bloodsongs. * (Art) Art had spent a lot of time in her room. After Paula and Matt left, he had sat with her until she fell back asleep. When he made sure she was finally safe, he did some protective spell and cast it around her bed. He knew it wouldn't stop the nightmare, but it would make he safe from feeling any real physical injuries had the nightmare came back again. He made a note to himself to make a protective charm for her. He looked at her one last time. "Stay safe, Rory." She mumbled in her sleep. He smiled a little as he pulled her blanket up and then he closed the door. He said goodbye to Matt and Paula who was sitting on the living room, nervously waiting for him. "She is alright, now." He said to them and their face relaxed. "Thanks, Art. It is really- I don't know what I would have-" Paula looked at him without finishing her words. He understood what she was coming to say. He no
'He is chaos and madness. He feeds on human weakness and thrives on human sins.' – Bloodsongs.*(Zachary)Zachary Brandon had a very bad night. Nightmarish, even. It was like... he still couldn't believe that he had really seen it. His eyes burned from the lack of sleep. He rubbed his eyes with a yawn.Now, sitting in the cafeteria, he looked out for Aurora. When she walked past them, everyone, head held high, eyes turned straight with a courteous, disinterested smile on her lips, platinum blonde hair in a stiff pony tail, Zach smiled a little – he almost felt that it was a normal day, and felt that whatever he saw during the night was just the part of the horror-movie-marathon he did alone."Hey Rory." He said and she stopped and have him that smile of hers. She rarely smiled, but when she smiled, it was too beautiful."Zach, hey." She said. He wanted to ask her to sit with them, but he didn't. She looked like someone who treasured her privacy. She walked away, after a second of hes
'His darkness is something that can overpower even the strongest of lights.' -Bloodsongs. * (Aurora) Aurora looked at him with a bewildered look. How could this be true? How could he draw every one of her nightmare, with the perfect precision? He pressed the heel of his hands to his eyes and sighed. "But it is not easy for me to bring up, I mean, how can anyone? This isn't your small, casual talk material." "Yesterday did you dream of the flame in that room, behind the glass door?" She whispered, her voice barely audible. She found the fear in her bones, tickling along her blood like a cold draft, and she feared her nightmares, suddenly, more so than before. Before this, she could reassure herself that they were just nightmares, something that felt almost real, but still a nightmare for all she knew. She might not even believe it, but she would tell exactly that, over and over, until she would almost convince herself. But this... now, it wasn't not just her imagination, not jus
'He patiently awaits for the time to plague the Earth with vile diseases.' -Bloodsongs. * (Aurora) "If I show you something-" Art hesitated for a second as he looked at her and it was almost too much to not laugh. She wanted so bad to laugh at him. "Wait? Are you trying to be a pervert, Art Hennessy?" She mocked him with a teasing smirk, and he flushed a bright red as he grunted something under his breath and gave her a glare. "Okay, sorry, sorry. Don't burn me with your eyes." She said with a teasing smile. "You know you are very irritating, Aurora. I just... but..." he said to her with a frown on his face. "But- you are also this totally sophisticated person at school. Which one of you is real, Aurora McCannaugh?" Art asked as his curious eyes searched her and her heart thundered. To be at the opposite side of that powerful look was just too much for her. There was something about this guy that made her feel strange feelings. It was confusing, bewildering. She was already a co
He is made of dark sins and his sins plague hearts with fiery fingers. -Bloodsongs. * (Azakeal) Azak looked at his friend Castiel, the good angel, with a frown on his lips. Castiel was really a good one, and sometimes Azak did wonder why Castiel even hung around with him, but he didn't want to look at the gift angel in his wings... He liked hanging out with Castiel. "Then God shouldn't have-" he started, and Castiel shook his head. Damn. Castiel was so strait laced that Azak sometimes wondered why he had befriended this man, but he was also the only one who could put up with Azak and his weirdly rebellious Angeling. So, that was that. "We don't have any right to question Him, Azak. Have you forgotten the reason why the Devil was banished?" Castiel looked scared, as if he was afraid that God would find him, and banish him, too. "Because Lucifer dared to ask questions to the beloved Father, eh?!" Azak shrugged, his lips in a thin sneer. Azak kinda, sorta had a mild crush on Luci
'The fire of greed in him burns golden and attracts his prey to him. In him lies the power to mesmerize.' – Bloodsongs. * "Whenever I get cold, this magick potion that cured me withing a day, my friends called it magical. So are you saying it is really magick?" Rory asked as she thought about all the times she had been sick. The days she got sick were very rare, and even if she did get sick, her mom would make some disgustingly, smelly things she called teas and three to four cups of it, and Rory would be good as new. Sometimes, Rory made her mom make these terrible concoctions for her friends, too, and they had all been cured in a day or two, as well. They all wanted the recipe, but mom said it was family secret. Rory thought mom was just weirdly possessive of her medicine, but... it really was a family secret. "It is. A witch has power to imbibe healing energy into the potions she is making. It won't work when someone else uses the same recipe. Recipe is just the basic. It is t