KILL ME!
Okay, the last chapter some of you saw, the one with Rogue and Caleb, was another story I was toying with. I accidentally uploaded it when I shoulda uploaded this chapter. For those of you who don't know what the hell I'm talking about... GOOD! I'm mortified, but hopefully you'll forgive me. (I'm hoping! Gulp.) Here's the one you shoulda seen...
Again the cellar filled with swarms of Guild members, but this time no one wore the mask of happiness they donned the previous night. Remy had called the assembly only hours ago and now he sat on his stone throne in the center of the basement, the jewels sprinkling the gray marble above his head giving him a similar appearance to an evil Greek god passing judgment on his disobedient people.
Among the crowd, Jean stood stationary, dragged from her spot by Scott in the Florence tomb to the conference by Ororo herself. The look in her master's eyes told Jean the trip was not taken in vain; Remy's eyes promised imperative news.
"As you all well know, a long time member of our Circle has been savagely murdered." Unconsciously, the people parted like the Red Sea, each slowly scattering a step or two back to construct a path leading from Remy to where Jean stood in the direct center of the crowd. The two old friends' eyes locked. "And so that the killer was punished," Remy continued staring in Jean's soulful eyes with large silver moons sitting in them, "I ordered that a man's blood be spilled until his very veins ran dry." He paused and addressed Jean directly. "But I can smell this man's scent all over you and so I am aware that he lives," she stiffened, "and for which I am very grateful."
The crowd couldn't hide a collective gasp. Betsy and Emma's mouths ticked in disgust and blatant jealousy. Remy turned to regard his sea of people. "Fellow wanderers of the night, I called this assembly to confess that I am imperfect, not only do I sin, I mistake. I was wrong in thinking that Jean committed this horrendous act."
"How do you know?" Jean asked, always one to push her luck.
He turned back to her and smiled, charming and promising- he'd never doubt his good friend again. "I'm not really sure. Just before I retired to my coffin last night, I looked at the sky." He held a hand to the crumbling stone ceiling as if it were the night and all her pale glory. "The moon, Jean, your moon, talked to me. She said nothing, but she told me you were innocent."
Rebecca smiled behind Remy and her heart fluttered in her chest. He was so beautiful.
Jean nodded. "Thank you, master... Remy."
"Well if SHE didn't do it, just who the hell do you think did?" Betsy sputtered, then bowed immediately at Remy's cold glare, adding quickly, "master."
A blanket of silence cloaked the room as questioning eyes darted at one another, suddenly suspicious. A vicious murderer among vicious murderers still floated freely.
"Ah did." Eyes went wide and jaws plummeted when Rebecca stepped slowly from behind Remy, the candles' velvety orange shadows painting over the perfect ivory of her shoulders and face.
Remy spun to face her, long locks of russet whipping into his huge, stunned eyes. "You?" He crossed to her and held her shoulders. "Why, Rebecca, why?"
She shrugged from him and held his firm jaw between her hands. "Because, Remy, he was evil! Ah knew, Jean knew, everyone knew. But you, you didn't know. You didn't know because you didn't want to know! Jean is in love with Scott and they deserve to be togethah the way we'll be togethah. It isn't fair to deny her happiness after you've found it yoahself!" She tucked his hair behind his ear. "You see? Ah love you, but Ah couldn't watch your friend by unhappy, and Ah definitely couldn't watch my best friend Scott be unhappy."
Remy clamped his eyelids. When he opened them, blurry was clear. "Find him, and this time, bring him here."
Logan and Warren pivoted and slipped out of the basement. Robert watched them leave but decided to stay.
"I don't understand, you couldn't have done it alone." Remy observed. Rebecca shook her head.
"True, very true. But apparently, findin' help to kill a beast like Jason was none too hard to find." Rebecca glanced to her left and Ororo stepped up to lock arms with Jean.
"I swore his time would come. We must stick together, sister."
Jean nodded, awed and inspired by the goddess' beauty. Jean knew she would burn in hell for her sins, if there were such thing as a God and Satan. Everyone in the Guild was sure to receive grief on Judgment Day. But Jean often pondered if Ororo would be spared. Something shone from inside her that wasn't a dark, amber light, or even a shimmering silver. It was white- pure and unstained as the freshly fallen snow and it radiated from her. Yes, Jean was sure of it. Ororo would not accompany them in Hades, and hopefully not grieve for them in heaven. 'Put in a good word for us, 'Ro,' Jean thought, and then the two men returned.
Scott stumbled between them, his knees barely brushing the dirt floor as he dipped in their grasps, his arm hooked in each of theirs. Jean hoped Remy intended on creating him, for if he didn't, her lover would surely die through the next day. His eyes were glazed a hazy blur over his huge iris's. He was too weak to stand and his collar was soaked in blood he'd no doubt coughed up within the last hours. His lips were ashy white and he wheezed with the effort to keep up with the men.
Jean rushed to kneel beside him, ushering Warren and Logan off. "Oh my God."
"I'm alright." His voice was tremulous. She kissed him.
Remy approached his collapsed body. He was in the center of the Initiation Circle. Fate was, thankfully Jean thought, urging things along tonight. Remy caught Jean's eyes and she slipped from Scott's hold to step out of the circle and stand between Ororo and Rebecca. The three grasped hands- the most desirable women in the world, angels spawned from the black gaping abyss of insensible nothingness.
Remy stood over Scott's sprawled form. "You're what's been causing me all this trouble." He stated simply. Scott peered up at him through half closed lids.
"Your Remy, I presume."
Rebecca's lips twitched into a wry smile; Scott was still the dry Englishman she'd known and loved as a brother.
"I am," Remy responded, suddenly kneeling beside him on the floor.
The Guild watched on breathlessly as Remy sliced open a vein on his wrist. Robert rushed him a goblet lined across the rim with antique jewels. Remy's blood drained into the cup until it was half-full. He tipped the goblet to Summers' lips and his wound healed instantaneously.
When Remy stepped from the circle, Jean replaced his spot by Scott's side, smoothing his hair back as his body became accustomed to Remy's blood becoming laced with his own. She held him close to her chest and kissed his lips between moans to ease his pain.
Remy slipped an arm around Rebecca's slim waist. He looked down at her with dancing eyes. "Finally, we can marry."
She threw her head back and laughed joyously, suddenly very happy. The Guild commenced to smiling and sharing a private laugh with one another. Remy scooped Rebecca in her arms and claimed her mouth with his own. She melted against him and agreed that she could see her forever like this.
And in the center of a circle of salt, a man transformed immediately into an eternal entity with stallion eyes specked with flecks of gold, completing the Guild of Vampires.
END PART I
READ from Humiliated AUTHOR!
Okay, guys. This is purely up to you, the wunnerful, wunnerful reviewers. I was originally going to leave this story here, but then an intriguing idea for a second part struck me like lightening and I decided to let you guys decide.
Should I go on with a new plot (and I have a pretty good one already thought up) and also kinda explain the whole "does Rebecca know about Remy killing Cody?" and "what the hell happened to Scott and Rebecca's families back home?" situation.
OR
I could leave it here and add a sequel later on, like some time over the summer maybe, if some of you feel it's run its course and we should just leave it alone for now.
Either way, I'll be working on another story as well (yes, the one some of you caught the chapter to per my inexcusable mistake. But if we decide to continue with Italian Pure, chapters aren't going to be coming any faster. SORRY, I'm horrible, I know, but the plot bunnies for this new story will eat me alive if I don't write for them! EEP! Help!
REVIEW friends; my fate is entirely in your hands. And thank you sooooo much for all the ones I've received so far. You guys rock.
Okay, the last chapter some of you saw, the one with Rogue and Caleb, was another story I was toying with. I accidentally uploaded it when I shoulda uploaded this chapter. For those of you who don't know what the hell I'm talking about... GOOD! I'm mortified, but hopefully you'll forgive me. (I'm hoping! Gulp.) Here's the one you shoulda seen...
Again the cellar filled with swarms of Guild members, but this time no one wore the mask of happiness they donned the previous night. Remy had called the assembly only hours ago and now he sat on his stone throne in the center of the basement, the jewels sprinkling the gray marble above his head giving him a similar appearance to an evil Greek god passing judgment on his disobedient people.
Among the crowd, Jean stood stationary, dragged from her spot by Scott in the Florence tomb to the conference by Ororo herself. The look in her master's eyes told Jean the trip was not taken in vain; Remy's eyes promised imperative news.
"As you all well know, a long time member of our Circle has been savagely murdered." Unconsciously, the people parted like the Red Sea, each slowly scattering a step or two back to construct a path leading from Remy to where Jean stood in the direct center of the crowd. The two old friends' eyes locked. "And so that the killer was punished," Remy continued staring in Jean's soulful eyes with large silver moons sitting in them, "I ordered that a man's blood be spilled until his very veins ran dry." He paused and addressed Jean directly. "But I can smell this man's scent all over you and so I am aware that he lives," she stiffened, "and for which I am very grateful."
The crowd couldn't hide a collective gasp. Betsy and Emma's mouths ticked in disgust and blatant jealousy. Remy turned to regard his sea of people. "Fellow wanderers of the night, I called this assembly to confess that I am imperfect, not only do I sin, I mistake. I was wrong in thinking that Jean committed this horrendous act."
"How do you know?" Jean asked, always one to push her luck.
He turned back to her and smiled, charming and promising- he'd never doubt his good friend again. "I'm not really sure. Just before I retired to my coffin last night, I looked at the sky." He held a hand to the crumbling stone ceiling as if it were the night and all her pale glory. "The moon, Jean, your moon, talked to me. She said nothing, but she told me you were innocent."
Rebecca smiled behind Remy and her heart fluttered in her chest. He was so beautiful.
Jean nodded. "Thank you, master... Remy."
"Well if SHE didn't do it, just who the hell do you think did?" Betsy sputtered, then bowed immediately at Remy's cold glare, adding quickly, "master."
A blanket of silence cloaked the room as questioning eyes darted at one another, suddenly suspicious. A vicious murderer among vicious murderers still floated freely.
"Ah did." Eyes went wide and jaws plummeted when Rebecca stepped slowly from behind Remy, the candles' velvety orange shadows painting over the perfect ivory of her shoulders and face.
Remy spun to face her, long locks of russet whipping into his huge, stunned eyes. "You?" He crossed to her and held her shoulders. "Why, Rebecca, why?"
She shrugged from him and held his firm jaw between her hands. "Because, Remy, he was evil! Ah knew, Jean knew, everyone knew. But you, you didn't know. You didn't know because you didn't want to know! Jean is in love with Scott and they deserve to be togethah the way we'll be togethah. It isn't fair to deny her happiness after you've found it yoahself!" She tucked his hair behind his ear. "You see? Ah love you, but Ah couldn't watch your friend by unhappy, and Ah definitely couldn't watch my best friend Scott be unhappy."
Remy clamped his eyelids. When he opened them, blurry was clear. "Find him, and this time, bring him here."
Logan and Warren pivoted and slipped out of the basement. Robert watched them leave but decided to stay.
"I don't understand, you couldn't have done it alone." Remy observed. Rebecca shook her head.
"True, very true. But apparently, findin' help to kill a beast like Jason was none too hard to find." Rebecca glanced to her left and Ororo stepped up to lock arms with Jean.
"I swore his time would come. We must stick together, sister."
Jean nodded, awed and inspired by the goddess' beauty. Jean knew she would burn in hell for her sins, if there were such thing as a God and Satan. Everyone in the Guild was sure to receive grief on Judgment Day. But Jean often pondered if Ororo would be spared. Something shone from inside her that wasn't a dark, amber light, or even a shimmering silver. It was white- pure and unstained as the freshly fallen snow and it radiated from her. Yes, Jean was sure of it. Ororo would not accompany them in Hades, and hopefully not grieve for them in heaven. 'Put in a good word for us, 'Ro,' Jean thought, and then the two men returned.
Scott stumbled between them, his knees barely brushing the dirt floor as he dipped in their grasps, his arm hooked in each of theirs. Jean hoped Remy intended on creating him, for if he didn't, her lover would surely die through the next day. His eyes were glazed a hazy blur over his huge iris's. He was too weak to stand and his collar was soaked in blood he'd no doubt coughed up within the last hours. His lips were ashy white and he wheezed with the effort to keep up with the men.
Jean rushed to kneel beside him, ushering Warren and Logan off. "Oh my God."
"I'm alright." His voice was tremulous. She kissed him.
Remy approached his collapsed body. He was in the center of the Initiation Circle. Fate was, thankfully Jean thought, urging things along tonight. Remy caught Jean's eyes and she slipped from Scott's hold to step out of the circle and stand between Ororo and Rebecca. The three grasped hands- the most desirable women in the world, angels spawned from the black gaping abyss of insensible nothingness.
Remy stood over Scott's sprawled form. "You're what's been causing me all this trouble." He stated simply. Scott peered up at him through half closed lids.
"Your Remy, I presume."
Rebecca's lips twitched into a wry smile; Scott was still the dry Englishman she'd known and loved as a brother.
"I am," Remy responded, suddenly kneeling beside him on the floor.
The Guild watched on breathlessly as Remy sliced open a vein on his wrist. Robert rushed him a goblet lined across the rim with antique jewels. Remy's blood drained into the cup until it was half-full. He tipped the goblet to Summers' lips and his wound healed instantaneously.
When Remy stepped from the circle, Jean replaced his spot by Scott's side, smoothing his hair back as his body became accustomed to Remy's blood becoming laced with his own. She held him close to her chest and kissed his lips between moans to ease his pain.
Remy slipped an arm around Rebecca's slim waist. He looked down at her with dancing eyes. "Finally, we can marry."
She threw her head back and laughed joyously, suddenly very happy. The Guild commenced to smiling and sharing a private laugh with one another. Remy scooped Rebecca in her arms and claimed her mouth with his own. She melted against him and agreed that she could see her forever like this.
And in the center of a circle of salt, a man transformed immediately into an eternal entity with stallion eyes specked with flecks of gold, completing the Guild of Vampires.
END PART I
READ from Humiliated AUTHOR!
Okay, guys. This is purely up to you, the wunnerful, wunnerful reviewers. I was originally going to leave this story here, but then an intriguing idea for a second part struck me like lightening and I decided to let you guys decide.
Should I go on with a new plot (and I have a pretty good one already thought up) and also kinda explain the whole "does Rebecca know about Remy killing Cody?" and "what the hell happened to Scott and Rebecca's families back home?" situation.
OR
I could leave it here and add a sequel later on, like some time over the summer maybe, if some of you feel it's run its course and we should just leave it alone for now.
Either way, I'll be working on another story as well (yes, the one some of you caught the chapter to per my inexcusable mistake. But if we decide to continue with Italian Pure, chapters aren't going to be coming any faster. SORRY, I'm horrible, I know, but the plot bunnies for this new story will eat me alive if I don't write for them! EEP! Help!
REVIEW friends; my fate is entirely in your hands. And thank you sooooo much for all the ones I've received so far. You guys rock.