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Grapes of Fire
18:37 Mar 13 2007
Times Read: 577






I sit by his side at every possible moment, savoring the sense of his fingers caressing my flesh. I burn at his touch. the irony is emense for my love for him. He skin it cold, and hard, like death.

My stomach grumbles.

"master....I'm hungry..." I feel sickened at the sound of my voice. I sound so childish. but he doesn't seem to care.

Jeriah smiled wryly and ran delicate fingers through my hair. he pulled me up into his lap and kissed my mouth roughly. I drank all of him in, just so happy ot be in his very presence.

"Hungry?" he breathed into my neck. " You are so deliciously human." He kissed me again, running his fingers slowly across my fragile neck. I felt like collapsing.

MY hunger faded. "nevermind..." I moaned.

He laughed and pushed me away from him where I landed dully on the floor. Jeriah stood up from his chair and walked to a tall cupboaed at the other end of the room and contemplated its contents languidly.

The fear of him never returing racked my body with shame.

After a moment, Jeriah turned back around and came back to me slowly, hoding a buch of pure white grapes. they were so white and full that my forgotton hunger surged through my aching body.

Jeriah settled gracefully back into his throne and ressumed running his fingers through my hiar, tilting my head back and carressing my neck softly.

My stomach grumbled.

Jeriah plucked a grape from the buch and rolled it aorund in his fingers. He laughed as I gasped.

I opened my mouth wide and he dropped the grape in.

It was exquisite. The grape tasted of white wine and it was so juicy.

The grapes were fone all too soon, but I was still hungry. I looked up at jeriah pleadingly.

"Now, now pet, let's not be a glutton." He smiled and I just wanted to melt into his arms. the gleaming white of his teeth caused a shiver through my veins.

Jeriah stood up suddenly and I slumped to teh floor. He reached out over to the side of his chair and pulled out something horrible.

A leash connected to handcuffs.

He pulled me off the floor and clasped to cuffs tightly around my wrists. He then jerked me off the floor, leading me to a large stone bedroom.The room was indeed large, stone and beautiful. The bed was king-sized adn a four-poster with lovely satin marroon coverlets. Soft plush carpet lined the floor and millions of tinuy mirrors covered the walls.

Jeriah romoved my leash but I was still cuffed to the end of the bed.

The tears flowed freely down my cheeks as he left the room so coldy.

So cold.

Senses gone awry.
19:58 Mar 07 2007
Times Read: 582




I know he is here. I can sense him. She is gone. I had to. They don't know yet. I am shaking, barely able to hold a pen to paper. He is near. Angry over her dead body. The knife at my side gleams. I feel sickened by what I have done...but freakishly in love at the same time. I will do anything to have him at my side, to be in his cold arms. What abnormal human girl wouldn't?

I can't stand the sight of his hands running the length of her dead body. I detest the bloody tears streaming from his eyes. I close my eyes tightly and stab my arm with the same knife that plunged through her pretty little heart. I gasp, as hot liquid streams to the ground. I slump. The knife clatters...I pray he didn't hear it. but, alas, I can see a pair of steel toed black boots stepping toward me...

Darkness.

It's cold-that's the first words that spew forth past my lips when I eyes opened. I hear a low chuckle from in front of me. My heart thuds in my chest as his succulent blue eyes search my own, plain, brown ones. His long fingers caress my red hair.

"Like Fire." He sounds amused. I merely sit there, frozen on the stone. He moves closer to me, never straying his eyes from my own. I want to move, to get as close as possible to him, but at the last moment, he stands up and walks across the room.

I shudder.

"You killed my pet, Pet." He says to me, waving a hand to a mass of white in the middle of the room. I barely notice what he was saying. Only that he had called me a name that Had been given the the one I had just murdered.

I was his Pet. I was Jeriah's Pet.

Darkness.







WEll. I am out of time. I am rather pleased with myself....Oh, BTW, this narrative is dedicated to Angelus, because he wanted me to write something...and now I am. So. yah. I have to go, write more tomorrow!!

~*I will make my Wish come true*~
18:50 Mar 06 2007
Times Read: 588








Long Hair. Dark. Bright eyes. Blue. Angled chin. Perfect nose. Sharp Teeth.

The mark of Beauty.

I stand by my window at dusk and watch him walk by. His slow fluid movements cause a stirring in my veins. I try to ignore the different girl at his side each night. I try to ignore the way the touch him as if he were theirs.

But he is not owned.

I savor the screams as I lay in bed. He is not quiet in his murder. And yet, no one has seemed to notice the disappearances of the whores from the streets.

How sad. but still, I can savor the feeling of him walking back past my window again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Jeriah. The name rolls off my tongue smooth as ice. That is his name. Jeriah. I write it on a cloth and hold it against my heart.

Now I must destroy the girl who so unwillingly gave me this information.

she was different from me in every way possible. Tall as I was short, blonde as I was red. Popular as I was not. She was the american dream. Model Material.

His pet. And I hated her for it. Why is she his anyway? She doesn't even openly announce it....and why would she. He hides in the shadows and she lives in the light. He is the very being she has sworn into not believing.

I must destroy her. I must make my wish come true.











Well.....I suppose I will write more of this fictional narrative soon...if you want me too. I am still brainstorming ideas for it anyway.