Post by Tay on Dec 7, 2008 3:56:41 GMT -5
Since Pomish is apparently dead, I decided it was time to tell Algernon's timeline.
She stared at the abandoned school with a masked expression. The memories flooded back…
1381
Rosalie looked up quickly from her writting practices and narrowed her eyes as violent noises came from the center of the little town. She slammed her book shut and slipped it into her dress, forgetting the quill and ink as she rushed toward the sounds. The scene before her did nothing to surprise her. Three of the village boys had picked a fight with two of her own. It was an unfair fight. The village boys were older, bigger, and stronger then her little nimble cousins. A quick look around told her she was not alone.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing you big, fat, ugly, sewer rats?” She demanded, shoving past the crowd that had formed. The boys looked at her with wide, unbelieving eyes.
“What did you say?” One asked thickly.
“I can see I’m speaking to morons of the highest aspect, so I’ll put this simply. Let my cousins go.” She said, folding her arms across her chest. Two other girls in bright garb had silently joined her, evening the odds. The boys started laughing when they say the girls, all fierce and determined.
“Lookit this! Girls! They’re gonna let girls fight their battle!” One roared loudly. “Damn stupid gypsies!” Rosalie waited patiently for them to quiet down, her eyebrow raised.
“Are you quite finished?” She asked, smirking despite her best efforts. The two younger boys were inching away from the older boys, throwing knowing looks at each other. The Two girls shifted impatiently. The only response Rosalie got was another bark of laughter.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She said as she wound a ribbon into her long silvery blond hair, followed in suit by the others. The small brunette was the quickest, and lunged to the side, catching one of the youths off guard. She hit him hard, and she hit him low. She didn’t wait for him to recover, but continued kicking until he was curled up in a ball. In the same instant the other girl had moved to stop the boy who went to his friend’s aid. She spun around quickly and drove her foot into his chest, knocking the wind out of him. He recovered quickly and aimed a punch, but the girl was already spinning gracefully away. Their ‘leader’ stared incredulously with his mouth hanging wide open.
“What? You didn’t honestly believe you boys were a match for us, did you?” Rosalie smirked. “Oh, you did! How cute!” She said smugly. The boy growled and rushed forward to meet her, but she dropped to the ground and kicked his feet out from under him easily. She jumped on him and punched him. The two gypsy boys stood off to the side, cheering their girls on until adults showed up and broke everything up.
“Get your whores out of here!” A man yelled, his face turning purple. He closely resembled a really fat plum…and if you got past the color, the stupid fat leader they’d just dragged Rose off of.
“Oh piss off. You’re just sulking because your brat got beat by a girl.” Rosalie retorted as she was lead away quickly.
“Rose, why do you do this?” An older man asked warily as the small group returned to their encampment outside the village.
“They started it.” Rosalie muttered crossly.
“You’ll never find a husband if you keep beating all the boys up Rosy.” One of the older girls laughed softly, her musical voice easing the mood instantly. Saffron was one of the most gifted singers among the band of gypsies, and even though there were a couple of years between them, she was Rosalie’s closest friend.
Someone snorted from nearby, and Rosalie scanned the group for the culprit. She gave up and turned back to Saffron with an ironic smile.
“I’m not getting married, Saf. You know that.” Though, it was true that she was old enough. Seventeen, close to eighteen. And it wasn’t that she was unappealing. Her pale white skin was clear of blemish and freckle. Her hair fell in long, wispy locks to the small of her back. Her eyes were clear blue, and she worked hard to keep her teeth nice. She owned up to a good 5’7, towering over most of the girls in the company. She was slim, but strong. All in all, she was a bit proud of her appearance. What turned most men away before they even came close though was the fierce, determined gleam in her eyes, the stubbornness clearly visible to anyone with eyes. She wasn’t timid, and would die before she let a man push her around.
“I know, but we all hope one day you’ll change your mind. I don’t want you to be alone.” Saffron smiled sadly. Her two year old hid in her skirt, watching Rosalie shyly. Rosalie shrugged.
“I’m never alone Saffron. I have you all.” Saffron’s smile brightened and she nodded.
“Always.”
Rosalie walked away, smiling to herself. Saffron was always worrying about her, she didn’t realize that all Rose wanted was this family she had found. She walked quietly, thinking about what would come. She hadn’t gone far before she was surrounded by the two boys she’d stood up for.
“Rose! That was so cool! You guys kicked those guys’ butts!” One of them said so quickly Rosalie almost missed it.
“Yeah, thanks! We were in for some trouble there.” The other one smiled.
“What were you two thinking?” Rosalie frowned. The boys shifted uncomfortably and looked at each other, trying to decide who got the shortest end of the stick.
“They were sayin’ things.” One muttered finally.
“Yeah, bad things. They were calling gypsies bad names and stuff.” The other said eagerly.
“Well, next time you smile and walk on by you hear me?” Rose demanded. Both nodded quickly. “Good, now go help Nina with dinner.” They both hurried away. Rosalie continued on, enjoying the brisk pace everyone set as they began packing the things away. They’d been in the area from a couple days, performing each night and it was time to move on. It was a good life. The life she’d chosen for herself. After the death of her parents she’s had two choices. To a thirteen year old, the life of a whore isn’t exactly a pleasant looking one. But the life of a gypsy…that looked like fun. And it looked safe. The young men insisted on the children and women learning how to fight, so they’d be able to take care of themselves. Rose had known how to read and write, she’d been happy to teach the others in exchange. She was one of the dancers, who spun around the clearing in bright skirts and shirts as others sang or played their tunes. Distracting the crowd on occasion if one of the boys decided to pick a pocket or two.
A good life…
1382
The screams started from the front of the caravan and froze the blood in Rosalie’s veins. She raced forward, fighting her family as they ran past her. Suddenly there was no more resistance, no frighten people running past. Only a blood covered road. There were four of them. Beautiful in the moons glow. They sucked eagerly at the blood of their dying victims. Something caught Rosalie’s attention, forcing her to look away from the horribly sight before her. It was Saffron. Her beautiful face was cold, her blood making a puddle around her. Rosalie rushed to her side, her mind screaming for her to run away but her body unable to listen. She knelt beside her friend, tears rolling down her face.
“Rose…” It was barely a whisper, but Rosalie heard it. One of the monsters behind her laughed cruelly as she watched the light fade from Saffron’s eyes forever. Fury replaced fear as Rosalie screamed her defiance at God. It wasn’t fair. How could he let such an angel die at the hands of a…a monster?
“He cannot hear you human. He abandoned your people long ago.” The vampire smirked, grabbing Rosalie from behind and hauling her to her feet with ease. She didn’t have time to be afraid, or to notice how much it hurt as his fangs slid into her throat. Her only thoughts were of the caravan. Slowly, as if struggling against water, she drew her dagger and drove it into the vampire’s heart. He jerked away, throwing her like a doll. There she lay, dying, as hatred consumed her entire being. She could hear her heart. It was slowing down. Growing faint. Any minute now it would stop. It felt like an eternity before it finally stopped. And there she sat, listening to the silence.
Well. That’s a little weird. She started to laugh, as she lay there. Broken. Dead. Her laughs were humorless and cold. The vampires sat there listening nervously.
“You turned her?” One asked in disbelief.
“No. I swear I did not!” The other protested. They had no more time to argue among themselves as Rosalie stood, her hair dripping in blood, sticking to her face. Her smile was cruel as she looked at the vampires. How weak they were. Her form twitched and she was standing behind the one closest to the back. How easy it was to rip her dead, un-beating heart out and then tear off her pretty little head. The others spun around in confusion, how thick witted they were. She had moved on to the next before the woman’s body had even hit the ground. She tore his throat out before he could even move to defend himself. The last two had recovered from the attack and lunged. They clawed at her throat, eyes, heart. Anything they could get at. It did little good. She ripped one in half easily and tossed the parts aside. The last, the male who had bitten her, took a step back.
“How…I didn’t…” He stuttered.
“You stupid, weak creature. You didn’t have to.” Rosalie laughed wickedly. “I understood the moment it happened. The secret. Would you like to know?” She purred, suddenly right in right of him. “My hatred was so strong, that Lilith granted me the thing I desired most. Revenge.” She whispered into her ear. “She has chosen me over you. And you have served your purpose.” Her hand shot throw his body like it was water and easily ripped him open. It was done. In the distance she could hear her family. Her old life. She walked slowly through the carnage, glancing at the bodies emotionlessly until she came to Karl, Saffron’s lover. She lifted his easily and took him to his love. Gently she placed him with her. The child was nowhere to be seen. At least he’d survived. She knelt again by her friend’s side and brushed the hair from her face. Even in death, she was beautiful. She stood and walked toward the woods, not glancing back.
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I have like...six more 'chapters' written. Some are shorter though. Tell me what ya think ^^
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Aha~! I have fixed it! What? Don't look at me like that, I failed World history XD
She stared at the abandoned school with a masked expression. The memories flooded back…
1381
Rosalie looked up quickly from her writting practices and narrowed her eyes as violent noises came from the center of the little town. She slammed her book shut and slipped it into her dress, forgetting the quill and ink as she rushed toward the sounds. The scene before her did nothing to surprise her. Three of the village boys had picked a fight with two of her own. It was an unfair fight. The village boys were older, bigger, and stronger then her little nimble cousins. A quick look around told her she was not alone.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing you big, fat, ugly, sewer rats?” She demanded, shoving past the crowd that had formed. The boys looked at her with wide, unbelieving eyes.
“What did you say?” One asked thickly.
“I can see I’m speaking to morons of the highest aspect, so I’ll put this simply. Let my cousins go.” She said, folding her arms across her chest. Two other girls in bright garb had silently joined her, evening the odds. The boys started laughing when they say the girls, all fierce and determined.
“Lookit this! Girls! They’re gonna let girls fight their battle!” One roared loudly. “Damn stupid gypsies!” Rosalie waited patiently for them to quiet down, her eyebrow raised.
“Are you quite finished?” She asked, smirking despite her best efforts. The two younger boys were inching away from the older boys, throwing knowing looks at each other. The Two girls shifted impatiently. The only response Rosalie got was another bark of laughter.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She said as she wound a ribbon into her long silvery blond hair, followed in suit by the others. The small brunette was the quickest, and lunged to the side, catching one of the youths off guard. She hit him hard, and she hit him low. She didn’t wait for him to recover, but continued kicking until he was curled up in a ball. In the same instant the other girl had moved to stop the boy who went to his friend’s aid. She spun around quickly and drove her foot into his chest, knocking the wind out of him. He recovered quickly and aimed a punch, but the girl was already spinning gracefully away. Their ‘leader’ stared incredulously with his mouth hanging wide open.
“What? You didn’t honestly believe you boys were a match for us, did you?” Rosalie smirked. “Oh, you did! How cute!” She said smugly. The boy growled and rushed forward to meet her, but she dropped to the ground and kicked his feet out from under him easily. She jumped on him and punched him. The two gypsy boys stood off to the side, cheering their girls on until adults showed up and broke everything up.
“Get your whores out of here!” A man yelled, his face turning purple. He closely resembled a really fat plum…and if you got past the color, the stupid fat leader they’d just dragged Rose off of.
“Oh piss off. You’re just sulking because your brat got beat by a girl.” Rosalie retorted as she was lead away quickly.
“Rose, why do you do this?” An older man asked warily as the small group returned to their encampment outside the village.
“They started it.” Rosalie muttered crossly.
“You’ll never find a husband if you keep beating all the boys up Rosy.” One of the older girls laughed softly, her musical voice easing the mood instantly. Saffron was one of the most gifted singers among the band of gypsies, and even though there were a couple of years between them, she was Rosalie’s closest friend.
Someone snorted from nearby, and Rosalie scanned the group for the culprit. She gave up and turned back to Saffron with an ironic smile.
“I’m not getting married, Saf. You know that.” Though, it was true that she was old enough. Seventeen, close to eighteen. And it wasn’t that she was unappealing. Her pale white skin was clear of blemish and freckle. Her hair fell in long, wispy locks to the small of her back. Her eyes were clear blue, and she worked hard to keep her teeth nice. She owned up to a good 5’7, towering over most of the girls in the company. She was slim, but strong. All in all, she was a bit proud of her appearance. What turned most men away before they even came close though was the fierce, determined gleam in her eyes, the stubbornness clearly visible to anyone with eyes. She wasn’t timid, and would die before she let a man push her around.
“I know, but we all hope one day you’ll change your mind. I don’t want you to be alone.” Saffron smiled sadly. Her two year old hid in her skirt, watching Rosalie shyly. Rosalie shrugged.
“I’m never alone Saffron. I have you all.” Saffron’s smile brightened and she nodded.
“Always.”
Rosalie walked away, smiling to herself. Saffron was always worrying about her, she didn’t realize that all Rose wanted was this family she had found. She walked quietly, thinking about what would come. She hadn’t gone far before she was surrounded by the two boys she’d stood up for.
“Rose! That was so cool! You guys kicked those guys’ butts!” One of them said so quickly Rosalie almost missed it.
“Yeah, thanks! We were in for some trouble there.” The other one smiled.
“What were you two thinking?” Rosalie frowned. The boys shifted uncomfortably and looked at each other, trying to decide who got the shortest end of the stick.
“They were sayin’ things.” One muttered finally.
“Yeah, bad things. They were calling gypsies bad names and stuff.” The other said eagerly.
“Well, next time you smile and walk on by you hear me?” Rose demanded. Both nodded quickly. “Good, now go help Nina with dinner.” They both hurried away. Rosalie continued on, enjoying the brisk pace everyone set as they began packing the things away. They’d been in the area from a couple days, performing each night and it was time to move on. It was a good life. The life she’d chosen for herself. After the death of her parents she’s had two choices. To a thirteen year old, the life of a whore isn’t exactly a pleasant looking one. But the life of a gypsy…that looked like fun. And it looked safe. The young men insisted on the children and women learning how to fight, so they’d be able to take care of themselves. Rose had known how to read and write, she’d been happy to teach the others in exchange. She was one of the dancers, who spun around the clearing in bright skirts and shirts as others sang or played their tunes. Distracting the crowd on occasion if one of the boys decided to pick a pocket or two.
A good life…
1382
The screams started from the front of the caravan and froze the blood in Rosalie’s veins. She raced forward, fighting her family as they ran past her. Suddenly there was no more resistance, no frighten people running past. Only a blood covered road. There were four of them. Beautiful in the moons glow. They sucked eagerly at the blood of their dying victims. Something caught Rosalie’s attention, forcing her to look away from the horribly sight before her. It was Saffron. Her beautiful face was cold, her blood making a puddle around her. Rosalie rushed to her side, her mind screaming for her to run away but her body unable to listen. She knelt beside her friend, tears rolling down her face.
“Rose…” It was barely a whisper, but Rosalie heard it. One of the monsters behind her laughed cruelly as she watched the light fade from Saffron’s eyes forever. Fury replaced fear as Rosalie screamed her defiance at God. It wasn’t fair. How could he let such an angel die at the hands of a…a monster?
“He cannot hear you human. He abandoned your people long ago.” The vampire smirked, grabbing Rosalie from behind and hauling her to her feet with ease. She didn’t have time to be afraid, or to notice how much it hurt as his fangs slid into her throat. Her only thoughts were of the caravan. Slowly, as if struggling against water, she drew her dagger and drove it into the vampire’s heart. He jerked away, throwing her like a doll. There she lay, dying, as hatred consumed her entire being. She could hear her heart. It was slowing down. Growing faint. Any minute now it would stop. It felt like an eternity before it finally stopped. And there she sat, listening to the silence.
Well. That’s a little weird. She started to laugh, as she lay there. Broken. Dead. Her laughs were humorless and cold. The vampires sat there listening nervously.
“You turned her?” One asked in disbelief.
“No. I swear I did not!” The other protested. They had no more time to argue among themselves as Rosalie stood, her hair dripping in blood, sticking to her face. Her smile was cruel as she looked at the vampires. How weak they were. Her form twitched and she was standing behind the one closest to the back. How easy it was to rip her dead, un-beating heart out and then tear off her pretty little head. The others spun around in confusion, how thick witted they were. She had moved on to the next before the woman’s body had even hit the ground. She tore his throat out before he could even move to defend himself. The last two had recovered from the attack and lunged. They clawed at her throat, eyes, heart. Anything they could get at. It did little good. She ripped one in half easily and tossed the parts aside. The last, the male who had bitten her, took a step back.
“How…I didn’t…” He stuttered.
“You stupid, weak creature. You didn’t have to.” Rosalie laughed wickedly. “I understood the moment it happened. The secret. Would you like to know?” She purred, suddenly right in right of him. “My hatred was so strong, that Lilith granted me the thing I desired most. Revenge.” She whispered into her ear. “She has chosen me over you. And you have served your purpose.” Her hand shot throw his body like it was water and easily ripped him open. It was done. In the distance she could hear her family. Her old life. She walked slowly through the carnage, glancing at the bodies emotionlessly until she came to Karl, Saffron’s lover. She lifted his easily and took him to his love. Gently she placed him with her. The child was nowhere to be seen. At least he’d survived. She knelt again by her friend’s side and brushed the hair from her face. Even in death, she was beautiful. She stood and walked toward the woods, not glancing back.
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I have like...six more 'chapters' written. Some are shorter though. Tell me what ya think ^^
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Aha~! I have fixed it! What? Don't look at me like that, I failed World history XD
