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Re: For ever yours « Result #6 on Jun 5, 2006, 2:08pm »
Chapter IV- Enchantment
I stared at him. Not sure, if I was furious or shocked. My arms pushed against his, but did not have enough strength to reach his throat again. I was startled. His hands held my arms firmly and he smiled gently at me. Never before was I as helpless as now. Did I get weak? Did I nevermore have the strength to fight humans? I was the Phantom! The untouchable Opera Ghost! I was invincible! Feared by everybody and famous for my strength. And now this young man had no problems to hold me back.
I struggled to free my arms. I pushed him against the stonewall. I fought and fought, but all it took to weaken me, was the grip of his hands around my wrists. Over and over I yelled at him and demanded who he was and that - for his best - he shall leave me him peace. But nothing that I said seemed to threaten him. He moved his arms quicker than me and took my blows at his chest only with a mocking smile. He turned around and forced me against the stone figure of Apollo. With no escape visible to me, I finally gave in and decided to return his stare. My eyes fixed on his, silence surrounded us. The fight calmed down. The young man lowered his head. Taking a few steps back, he let go of my hands and stood motionless opposite me.
My wrists hurt and I massaged them to get the blood flooding back into my fingertips. I felt like a challenged beast. Drawn out of my hide away and exposed to an unknown enemy. I was hurt in my pride, and swore to kill him whenever I had the chance. But still, there was a fascination that I could not explain.
Without looking away, my opponent took a few steps further back. He moved with grace and elegance and most of all, soundless. I took the chance to use the new won space and explored his appearance. You have to know whom you are facing, if you want to win. And in my situation it was more than necessary. My delicate senses felt that I had to be most careful. My chances to win were dim and HE knew it, too.
A handsome face, most obvious and enviable. Too handsome, in my opinion. Too hurtful for me. Soft features, beautiful long hair, dark and thick. Almost too perfect. I tried not to show anything, but only seeing his appearance made me feel my ugliness. Why was the world so unjust? Still, they said I was gifted with a genius mind. But what does this help, if no one wants to see it?
And there they stood up on the roof of the Paris Opera house, the angel and the demon.
The silence between us grew almost unbearable. But I did not know a way to make him speak. Did I only want to know his reason, or did I miss the sound of his voice? I had to admit, that I could not tell.
I was fascinated by his eyes. They had an incredible depth. One look gave the feeling that they had seen centuries. Their bright shine gave the impression of wisdom and sadness. Like a mirror to an endless soul. A weird mixture of melancholy and sacrifice.
My anger changed to curiosity. There was not a single wrinkle on his face, but still I had the feeling, that he was an old man.
All by itself my hand reached out and gently touched his face, as if to feel that he was real. Beauty, unknown to me. Suddenly his eyes changed to a sad look and he turned his face before my fingers touched his skin. "You would not like, what you would feel, Erik." He said softly. "How do you know my name", I requested again. "There are a lot of things I know about you. Don't think your interest in knowledge is not sacrificed in mine. You have had my attention for a long time." He walked to the edge of the roof and looked down upon the city, while he spoke to me. Pensive, he leaned over the barrier and watched the darkness in silence. I could not take my eyes off him. This man had a mysterious air around him that kept me prisoner. Almost a bit inhuman.
"You don' know the meaning of your words, my friend." He said without turning. Gently his voice indicated a sad smile. Then shoved his head around and answered my unspoken question. "The mind gift is not the only power I have."
Now I was not only startled but also felt totally exposed. I faced a being that knew my name and read my mind as easy as an open book. No wonder he had found my hide away.
I fully turned around and tried to comfort me with his words. "Don't be afraid, Erik. You are a genius and I am tempted to safe your skills for eternity. A mind as brilliant as yours should not be wasted and your music shall live forever." I sensed a trap. A bargain that I might not be able to escape. "What do you want?" I hissed at him. "A stranger, following me, fighting me and not even polite enough to tell his name. Hiding behind a mysterious gift, but at last not more than a coward, I guess." Now it was my turn to smile sarcastic. But as it seemed I found a weak point. He straightened and his face grew serious "A coward, I may be. Impolite, possibly. But do not mess around with my powers. I am stronger than you suspect. My name is Laurent. I am a vampire."
"A vampire!" I repeated in a mocking whisper. He was joking, no doubt. And I had to admit that I found it ridiculously funny. That funny, that I even had to grin. On my travels through the world I heard a lot of stories, legends and myths of all different sorts. And I even met a lot of strange creatures, but never had I met somebody, who claimed to be a vampire yet.
I was getting weary of this talk. "Laurent, as this is as you call yourself, whatever your business is - leave me in peace." Still standing by the edge of the roof he did not move when I turned to leave. At least I did not see him move. Suddenly I felt an ice-cold grip on my wrist and a hand pulled my head back. Then there was darkness.
Re: Favorite Writers « Result #8 on May 30, 2006, 7:55pm »
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I´ve got many....many Writers I really do appreciate...
But the one my solitary heart will belong to forever will be....Lestat *cough* no I mean....Oscar Wilde
Hehe, I've heard that!
Well, I like Lindsey Davis, Anne Rice (ok- she's not good in writing. But her stories and Chars are soooooo...!!! ) - especially me, Lestat. (hehe) And then there's Tad williams, and Walter Moers. And Terry Pratchett. Yes, yes.
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