Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Scroll 1- Memories and Outbreaks
I reclined delicately on the branch in a lazy catlike fashion. I liked times like this... when unbreakable peace seemed to exist for just a few moments and in those moments I ,Lirita Narcissus Onaryx, felt carefree and joyous, completely ignoring the actual chaos that was my life and who I was. The only things that kept me going were these moments...they kept my shattered sanity intact.

Drowsiness began to claim me and the melodic sound of rain didn't improve the situation. I shook off my fatigue and stretched out. My waiting would be over soon. With a yawn, I sat up and placed my sketchbook in my lap with my pencil poised in my hand and ready to etch. With a flick of my wrist, I flipped open to the drawing I was currently working on. I just gazed at the drawing and sighed. I never did find the time or the creativity to complete the picture, which really ticked me off.

"Damn it....I hate it when I have artist's block..."

In barely contained annoyance, I turned to a brand new page and thought of something new to draw. While deep in thought, a large red umbrella and a smaller one caught my attention. Whether it was the color or the size of them, I couldn't tell.

"Oh yeah sure...tease the vamp." I thought bitterly, the color of red reminding me of something I'd rather not think about, having not fed upon for sometime. I forced myself not to *vamp out.

Leaning down from the branch, I watched as a mother and her daughter strolled down the path way of the park, the child's umbrella bobbing in time to her steps in a cute little way. They sat down together on a park bench and shared a small snack from a picnic basket they brought. I decided to draw a picture of them together, although I hoped they wouldn't stay. I began to draw the mother first. I couldn't suppress a small smile when hearing the little girl's laughter and chatter. The mother laughed in return and hugged the little girl, the tender action prodding my mind with painful memories. Depressing memories of my past that hindered the present and made my future seem dull.

"Precious mother...I wonder what she's doing now…I hope she’s dead." I said in a scathing tone.

I could not recall one good memory with my mother, not even a moment. The only person I could remember that ever loved me was Maryn, my German nanny. Oh, how I missed her so. I missed having a strong feminine influence in my life. Sure, there was Sarette but she was more of a strict mentor than a friendly, paternal spirit.

With my mind conjuring one sad time after another, I slumped back against the tree and closed my weary eyes.

"I wish I could see Maryn again...it's been so many years." It was the truth. It had been several years too many. The last time I had seen Maryn was when I was thirteen...the age when I ran away from home. I had my reasons.

Maybe things would have turned out differently if i hadn't left, but then again, I wouldn’t want my current lifestyle to change in any way.

"I hope SHE'S still alive somewhere..." I ran a hand through my hair and slowly began to re-read the worn out book of my past (metaphorically speaking).

Ah yes…I emancipated myself from my parents when I was ten but they separated themselves from me when I was born. All I could ever recall my mother saying to me was how it's was a cruel twist of fate that she was given a daughter. The conceited harlot! Honestly, the least she could've done was pretended she cared! Same with my father! I remembered how goody-two-shoes I tried to be in hopes of hearing at least just one word of praise from my parents. I’d always get up at the crack at dawn, wash myself, braid my own hair, dress myself (with Maryn's help), always have a clean room, practice my piano everyday without being told, get good grades, never get my good dresses dirty, use large words to impress them (never worked), always talked politely, always be obedient...and the list goes on and on. Hell…* I even started praying every night even if I found leading such a sinless life boring.

How many times was I turned away? How many times was I disappointed? How many times was I ignored? Too many times...I had lost count by age eight. I didn't regret running away from home, except for leaving Maryn behind. But for once I didn't have crushing expectations on my shoulders to be perfect. For once I didn't have to listen to my mother complain. For once I felt in control of my life. For once… I felt free… that is until I realized I had no where to go and nothing to support her self on.

My mother had reached the end of my patience and I just stormed out of the house without a second thought or thinking it through. I stumbled around aimlessly in dark alleyways, trying to find warmth, food and shelter.

I don't remember much of what happened before Sarette found me. The last thing I recall before Sarette was that I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to keep warm. I reached a park and sat on a bench, feeling awfully hungry, but I heard a noise. Then next thing i know Sarette is there, standing before me while it was raining, and there was blood everywhere. I always asked what happened but she always changes the topic.

I stayed in her charge till I was 15, which was when I decided it was time I got myself a job. I took any job i could if it meant supporting myself: a dishwasher, a janitor, a helper in the library, I worked in a cd store, a cashier, a babysitter (demonic lil beasts) and other things. I also encountered some tougher jobs as well: I was a Body guard, a club bouncer, and an employee of a sword shop. Then I took on my toughest and darkest job of all...being an assassin and an agent for an acronymed organization, S.A.V.O. in the vampiric community. I currently also have a job in *mundane society at a cozy cafe(mmm...free coffee). That suited me quite nicely, taking revenge on those so called *Vampire Slayers who went about killing anybody who claimed to be one by night and serving up coffee and such by day. Those slayers were like the ones that attacked me the night Sarette found me. Ah yes…revenge is so sweet but it came with a price. I touched my left cheek lightly, remembering. When ever i thought about it, it seemed a phantom pain returned. I clenched my fist. Yes… quite a bloody price. Restless, I opened my eyes and looked around for the mother and daughter but they were gone. Just as well...my desire to draw had diminished and i also didn't want them in the way. I put my emotions back in their frozen jar (another metaphor) and put it back on the shelf at the back of my mind. There was no room for them here in my life and occupation. I cocked my head to one side and listened. Yes... they were definately coming . I took my time putting on my forearm blades and checked several of the daggers hidden where only i knew, re-adjusted my sword at my side and double checked I had all my stars. I smoothed out my clothes and tied up my hair. I'm ready. I hid my drawing book in a crotch of a tree. I'd retrieve it later.

“It's almost time, I'm looking for a little fun anyways. I should get to work,” I thought to myself, standing with perfect balance on the tree branch. “Lest the world rolls along without me and I am left alone. ” I smirked. Correction. I am alone. I sniffed the air.
"Hmm... a few more minutes, better find a secluded place. Should I use my whip? Or my stars? Tough decision."
As the rain still streamed down around me, I bounded through the treetops, the sound of distant thunder seeming to drum a deadly beat of fatal fore-warning. I stood tall atop of a tree harbouring a clearing and stopped, looking back at the way I came. The black fog had begun to sweep over the slick ground, thicker than any seen on this earth. It was Magically generated of course, by whom i do not know, and what it brought was fun to...dispatch. I smiled, my naturally long canines gleaming.

"They dare to approach. I Couldn't have picked better weather myself." Without looking at my reflection, I could tell my eyes turned to the colour of blood red. They did everytime I was in a mood to kill. With a cold laugh, I jumped down several branches and then to the ground. Almost in a playful kind of way , I walked right into the middle of the clearing, where the fog began to accumulate the most. Through the mist, I saw them. Several silhouettes slowly approached me coming out of the fog, in the deceiving form of humans, which they were not. Oh well...what do I care? I lapsed into a fighting stance and grinned again.

"Oh hello! Want to play?" With those jesting words, i brandished my whip and struck the air, the sharp cracking sound resounding in the air.
"Come on... it'll be fun!"
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* Vampire Slayers/ Hunter: People who believe they have the right to kill vamps because vamps are “Evil” and often stalk and attempt to kill vamps oppose to hunters who seek out vamps and gather information on them and report them to the authorities.

*Praying: Yes even vampires have reverence for God. We just don’t act in the ways He wants us too.

Vamp Out: When hungry vampires start to space out and their body prepares to feed. Often, only vampires who try to ignore their thirst experience this.


!!! What's gonna happen? Who are these mysterious attackers? Find out in the next scroll 2- Family matters
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