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Prologue

I woke up with a jolt from my bed, the visions were coming clearer every day, the meaning was surfacing, but I had yet to grasp it. All I saw was blood, the panic and loss. For all I know they could just be memories from the past, but I don’t normally dream the same dream over and over again. I push the covers off me and sit on the edge of the bed. Reaching for a cigarette, their bad for me I know but I’m immortal so it doesn’t matter anyway. The figure in the bed lets out a soft moan in its sleep and shifts his position. I lean over and place a kiss on the forehead of my latest obsession, who shudders as if a cold chill has just gone down his spine. I sigh, crossing the rooming to push back the curtains to reveal a city view, a half moon and a clear sky. The eerie light bathed my skin and I unveiled my wings to snarl at the moon, letting my full transformation take place. My skin blackened from my heart out, my teeth grew to fangs, my nails to claws; I was at one with the world.
“Star?” Then in the blink of an eye I was human repressed in my soul. “For a moment I thought I saw…” I picked out confusion in my lovers face in the moon light. “Never mind. Just come back to bed and keep me company.”
“My love, what a tease you are to me. You go to say something and then just leave me in the lurch.” I place a hand on his face gently and pull him in to a brief kiss. He sulks when a pull back, one of the reasons I care for him. I blame my caring side on my mother, the most wonderful woman to have ever existed. “But I’m restless and can’t afford to keep you company, the moon calls me and I must obey her wishes.”
“You always leave me Star. I’m being to think you screwing around.” That was true I was having relationships with two other people, I just can’t help myself, I blame that on my father, not much I want to say about him. “I used to really like that mysterious side of you, I thought that it was sexy you know. But know its just god damn annoying.” I don’t have the time nor patients to hear him lecture me, perhaps if I walk away now it won’t all end the same as it normally does. With this thought flittering in my mind I turn my back to him and go to walk out. “Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to…”
“Don’t command me mortal, you foolish idiot I was going to let you go.” I was free again in my natural state; it was over quickly for my lover one clean slit of the throat from my claws. He didn’t have time to scream or make a noise so I doubt anyone would find him for a few days. Which was highly convenient for me, I had time to grieve his passing and slip out of town. I lick the crimson liquid off my claws, contemplating the irony of the fact that I normally ended up killing the ones I cared for, just like my father. I materialized a black rose and place it on the dead form on the floor.
“Well I always was daddy’s little boy.”
©2006-2009 ~AlexRawrs
:iconalexrawrs:

Author's Comments

I may not be able to draw to save my life but i can write to.... well i can write better then i draw. Its the prologue of my story half, about angels and demons and stuff like that.

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:iconnekohead:
Ack does this involve whom I think it involves?

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Everyone's special, but why settle for less?
:iconalexrawrs:
do you think it envolves Star, pevert hidrel and dawn?
:icondragonxalli:
this sounds absolutely amazing!!! cant wait for the rest!

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those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained ~William Blake
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(Ich spreche ein wenig Deutsch) Keine Leute heißen mir eine Stuke, bis das Bett!

Well fuck me in the back seat of a Mustang...

~AccidentalPhotograpy

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