Shadow Kissed (Supernatural Stories)
Posted: 05 Aug 2015 10:27
Shadow Kissed - Chapter 1
Lotus is a special girl, trying to come to grips with reality and her dreams. But when the mysterious Beau intrude in her life, she couldn't seem to grasp what reality is anymore. Picture is of Lotus.
Enlarge Image My heart raced. His lips kissed my neck leaving a trail of warmth. His hands held my hips in place, his grip so hard it almost bruised. I tried to focus on my breathing, but my pulse was ringing in my ears and the warmth flowing through my body was unbearable. I groaned as his lips lingered below my belly button then moved up. His teeth tugged gently on my belly bar. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling hard. I pulled his lips to mine, tasting the salty taste that lingered from my skin. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. Those cold piercing eyes. Terror ran through my veins.
No, I thought to myself. It can't be...
His smile turned into one of a sinister type and this time my heart wasn't racing from pleasure.
I tried to squirm, tried to get out of his strong hold. What was happening? How was this happening?
I screamed, but it got caught in my throat and it was then that I knew I was going to die tonight. He was going to kill me. I felt his mind force its way into my own, reading through my thoughts.
He continued to repeat one word, over and over, his vice laced with venom. My body shook, and it felt like I was in a bath of ice. I couldn't understand what he was saying, no matter how hard I tried.
"Goodbye Lotus," was all I heard before a sickening sound of cracking bones filled the air and pain exploded through me. I felt myself falling into the blackness. Hands reached out and pulled me under, and before I knew it, my world had gone completely black, but that word continued to echo in my head, over and over, until I was finally gone.
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My eyes fluttered open. I frantically looked around my room, taking in the familiar sight. My thousands of books scattered everywhere. My unfinished painting of a Queen I'd dreamt of months ago, her long black hair as thick as blood, her bright green eyes that held many secrets. More paintings were scatted around my large room, all of people I'd dreamt about.
In my closet, securely locked, was my half-done painting of him. I could never remember his face. I raced to the nearest paint brush and started to paint his face, I couldn't forget this.
30 minutes later and I was lying on the floor, looking up in to what little I'd achieved before the memory was gone for good, and his face was just a blur.
Sighing I got up off the ground and locked him back up. Hidden, until I got a glimpse of his face again.
"Lotus?" A small voice came from behind me. I turned to see my nurse, she was smiling softly at me.
"Hello Beth." Was all I said, as I walked up to her and took the cup of meds from her hand and the bottle of water she held in the other.
"I see you've been painting." The smile stayed on her face, but she continued to approach me like I was a dangerous monster that could pounce on her at any minute. I took the meds and sat back on my bed, a big four poster black wood that must have cost Father a fortune. The wood had been carved to look like vines.
"May I see your newest painting, darling?" She pushed, ever so gently.
"No." I responded bluntly. "May I go to the garden today?" I tried to look as innocent as possible.
"Your father said you may, but you must eat first. Come now, Lotus. I've made your favorite." She gestured for me to walk in front of her, I did so. As soon as my foot touched the last descending stair to the ground floor, the smell of cinnamon and honey tickled my nose and made my stomach growl. But as soon as the taste of the fresh doughnuts and honey touched my mouth, the feeling of hunger was no longer there and I just picked at the food in front of me, looking aimlessly out the window to the garden. I ate half the food on my plate and Beth let me out to the garden, where my sketch pad waited amongst the roses. The garden was beautiful. It had a delicate wooden bench that was placed in the middle, rows upon rows of white roses grew perfectly around it in a circular design and the rest of the garden was cloaked by large magical willow trees. Birds sung and bees flew past, taking the essence of the roses' home to their hive. Each day I walked around the roses, looking for a flower that was wilted and dying. Within 5 minutes I found one, its petals drooping softly and starting to go brown. Without thinking I reached out my hand to touch it, warmth shivered its way down my arm as I watched the flower come back to like, it was like time stood still. Before long the warmth was gone, and I was cold. The rose stood straight, almost like it was proud to be so beautiful once again, not a single brown spot on it. I smiled, happy to create such beauty.
"You shouldn't do that, you know." A male voice said behind me. I jumped and flung around to face this mysterious imposter. His silver eyes were the first thing I saw. His face was beautiful, but the eyes stood out amongst his jet black hair. His skin was white as snow and he wore a long sleeve tight black shirt, with tight black jeans. I had no idea who this man was, but he was gorgeous.
"I didn't do anything. Who are you?" I asked, shaking my head in disbelief. "Why are you here? These are private grounds." He took a step forward, and I took a step back, not realizing how close I was to the nasty thorns that threatened to pierce my skin if I got any closer.
"You know what you did. That rose was dying." He smirked. My mind was running. I had no idea what to say. I just opened my mouth and closed it again, completely lost for words. He strolled past me to the wooden bench, sitting gracefully.
"Come Lotus, take a seat. We have much to talk about." Without any choice, my legs started moving until I was sitting on the bench next to him. He stared at me now. His gaze so intense I had to look away.
"How do you know my name?" He smiled and shook his head. This was obviously a question he wasn't ready to answer yet.
"You look so much like her." He sighed to himself. His hand reached out to cup my cheek, but stopped. He shook his head and looked away, almost as if he was trying to shake himself out of his trance. Who the hell is this guy? I thought. This day just got weird.
"My name is Beau. I've been sent to collect you. You don't belong here. Your mother has been waiting for 18 years to see your face again." My eyes widened. My mother?
"Wait, hold on. My Mother is dead. She killed herself a year after I was born. And what do you mean I don't belong here?" Was this guy on drugs?
"She did not. You're not human, Lotus. It's time to move on with the time-wasting games."
"What are you talking about?" This was insane.
"You're magical royalty, Lotus. We must go. Your light is already starting to shine through. This garden..." He trailed off, lost in thought. My mind raced. Magic? Royalty? I felt my heart pound and my head start to go dizzy. The sickness hit and I stood fast, too fast. I fell to the ground, two hard, strong arms circling my waist. My eyelids fell shut, and then I just didn't have the power to open them any longer. Here I go again.
Lotus is a special girl, trying to come to grips with reality and her dreams. But when the mysterious Beau intrude in her life, she couldn't seem to grasp what reality is anymore. Picture is of Lotus.
Enlarge Image My heart raced. His lips kissed my neck leaving a trail of warmth. His hands held my hips in place, his grip so hard it almost bruised. I tried to focus on my breathing, but my pulse was ringing in my ears and the warmth flowing through my body was unbearable. I groaned as his lips lingered below my belly button then moved up. His teeth tugged gently on my belly bar. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling hard. I pulled his lips to mine, tasting the salty taste that lingered from my skin. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. Those cold piercing eyes. Terror ran through my veins.
No, I thought to myself. It can't be...
His smile turned into one of a sinister type and this time my heart wasn't racing from pleasure.
I tried to squirm, tried to get out of his strong hold. What was happening? How was this happening?
I screamed, but it got caught in my throat and it was then that I knew I was going to die tonight. He was going to kill me. I felt his mind force its way into my own, reading through my thoughts.
He continued to repeat one word, over and over, his vice laced with venom. My body shook, and it felt like I was in a bath of ice. I couldn't understand what he was saying, no matter how hard I tried.
"Goodbye Lotus," was all I heard before a sickening sound of cracking bones filled the air and pain exploded through me. I felt myself falling into the blackness. Hands reached out and pulled me under, and before I knew it, my world had gone completely black, but that word continued to echo in my head, over and over, until I was finally gone.
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My eyes fluttered open. I frantically looked around my room, taking in the familiar sight. My thousands of books scattered everywhere. My unfinished painting of a Queen I'd dreamt of months ago, her long black hair as thick as blood, her bright green eyes that held many secrets. More paintings were scatted around my large room, all of people I'd dreamt about.
In my closet, securely locked, was my half-done painting of him. I could never remember his face. I raced to the nearest paint brush and started to paint his face, I couldn't forget this.
30 minutes later and I was lying on the floor, looking up in to what little I'd achieved before the memory was gone for good, and his face was just a blur.
Sighing I got up off the ground and locked him back up. Hidden, until I got a glimpse of his face again.
"Lotus?" A small voice came from behind me. I turned to see my nurse, she was smiling softly at me.
"Hello Beth." Was all I said, as I walked up to her and took the cup of meds from her hand and the bottle of water she held in the other.
"I see you've been painting." The smile stayed on her face, but she continued to approach me like I was a dangerous monster that could pounce on her at any minute. I took the meds and sat back on my bed, a big four poster black wood that must have cost Father a fortune. The wood had been carved to look like vines.
"May I see your newest painting, darling?" She pushed, ever so gently.
"No." I responded bluntly. "May I go to the garden today?" I tried to look as innocent as possible.
"Your father said you may, but you must eat first. Come now, Lotus. I've made your favorite." She gestured for me to walk in front of her, I did so. As soon as my foot touched the last descending stair to the ground floor, the smell of cinnamon and honey tickled my nose and made my stomach growl. But as soon as the taste of the fresh doughnuts and honey touched my mouth, the feeling of hunger was no longer there and I just picked at the food in front of me, looking aimlessly out the window to the garden. I ate half the food on my plate and Beth let me out to the garden, where my sketch pad waited amongst the roses. The garden was beautiful. It had a delicate wooden bench that was placed in the middle, rows upon rows of white roses grew perfectly around it in a circular design and the rest of the garden was cloaked by large magical willow trees. Birds sung and bees flew past, taking the essence of the roses' home to their hive. Each day I walked around the roses, looking for a flower that was wilted and dying. Within 5 minutes I found one, its petals drooping softly and starting to go brown. Without thinking I reached out my hand to touch it, warmth shivered its way down my arm as I watched the flower come back to like, it was like time stood still. Before long the warmth was gone, and I was cold. The rose stood straight, almost like it was proud to be so beautiful once again, not a single brown spot on it. I smiled, happy to create such beauty.
"You shouldn't do that, you know." A male voice said behind me. I jumped and flung around to face this mysterious imposter. His silver eyes were the first thing I saw. His face was beautiful, but the eyes stood out amongst his jet black hair. His skin was white as snow and he wore a long sleeve tight black shirt, with tight black jeans. I had no idea who this man was, but he was gorgeous.
"I didn't do anything. Who are you?" I asked, shaking my head in disbelief. "Why are you here? These are private grounds." He took a step forward, and I took a step back, not realizing how close I was to the nasty thorns that threatened to pierce my skin if I got any closer.
"You know what you did. That rose was dying." He smirked. My mind was running. I had no idea what to say. I just opened my mouth and closed it again, completely lost for words. He strolled past me to the wooden bench, sitting gracefully.
"Come Lotus, take a seat. We have much to talk about." Without any choice, my legs started moving until I was sitting on the bench next to him. He stared at me now. His gaze so intense I had to look away.
"How do you know my name?" He smiled and shook his head. This was obviously a question he wasn't ready to answer yet.
"You look so much like her." He sighed to himself. His hand reached out to cup my cheek, but stopped. He shook his head and looked away, almost as if he was trying to shake himself out of his trance. Who the hell is this guy? I thought. This day just got weird.
"My name is Beau. I've been sent to collect you. You don't belong here. Your mother has been waiting for 18 years to see your face again." My eyes widened. My mother?
"Wait, hold on. My Mother is dead. She killed herself a year after I was born. And what do you mean I don't belong here?" Was this guy on drugs?
"She did not. You're not human, Lotus. It's time to move on with the time-wasting games."
"What are you talking about?" This was insane.
"You're magical royalty, Lotus. We must go. Your light is already starting to shine through. This garden..." He trailed off, lost in thought. My mind raced. Magic? Royalty? I felt my heart pound and my head start to go dizzy. The sickness hit and I stood fast, too fast. I fell to the ground, two hard, strong arms circling my waist. My eyelids fell shut, and then I just didn't have the power to open them any longer. Here I go again.