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Dancing the dance of dreams
19:04 Apr 24 2007
Times Read: 527






She was always told that when she danced she danced the dance of dreams. Because when she danced you could feel the magick the pounded from her feet. But.to her it was as if magick poured into her as she danced. The dirt that lay beneath her feet pulled out the bad in her life. The wind that spun around her gave her the good. When she danced she danced for no one but herself and the earth. She would feel the call of the moon in the midnight sky, and hear the sound of what found like her own private minstrels in the sounds of the night. Some believed that the lord of dreams used her to aid him in his will. And with that was the fear that the Mistress of nightmares may take hold of her. But for Naima it was not anything like that. She did not believe that she could have the honor to be a dancer for the lord of the dreams. Until late one night.



Naima slipped out of her home late one night. She wandered around as if in a daze. She kept walking her bare feet felt cool on the soft dirt path as she continued on further into darkness. She was pulled by the midnight music that came from the woods. The creatures of the night played her favorite tune. When she finally stopped walking she listened to the crickets and owls and the sound of the wind and felt the pull to dance. She began to dance. She heard music within herself pour into the night sky and as she did, real music filled her ears. It was as if the night was intune with what she wanted to hear. Then came the violin. When she first heard it she froze. She looked around in the darkness. She saw no one. Then suddenly as if he pulled back the midnight veil that hid him.



He was the Lord of Dreams. She did not know how she knew this. His pale skin was reminiscent of the moon, and his hair was the color of the midnight sky. His long fingers held a violin that was more beautiful than any craftsmen could imagine creating. As much as Naima wanted to run away like a deer who saw a hunter, she could not. She just watched him come closer to her. He placed his cool hand upon her face and then began to play. When he placed the violin up to position, Naima’s heart began to pound faster and faster. And as though he was using her heart beat as a measure of the tempo he began to play. Naima could not refuse the pull of the song. Her mind became hazy but her body knew what to do.



She moved with the music, her eyes closed. Her feet seemed to barely hit the ground. Her arms embracing the midnight air. She felt a fire within herself being released. The Lord of Dream’s spoke for the first time. His voice was velvety. “Open your eyes.” He said, not as a command but more like a request,. And reluctantly Naima did. When she did She was in awe. She could see the energy leaving her body. It was being set free into the night. Whisps of different colors left through her pores.



When his song ended the Lord of Dreams sat down on the ground. Naima felt her body collapse onto the ground. He laughed when she did that. His laugh was like the pounding of a drum. “I waited as long as I could.” He whispered. “I have watched you since you were small. I knew then that you would be my next dancer of dreams.” I could tell by the way the earth communicated with you while you danced.” He pushed her dark hair from her face. “Join me, bring dreams to the people of the world. My music brings the dreams of the world to this plane, but your dancing sets it free. I need you.”



Naima sat quietly. She knew what this would mean. Leaving the world of the living, but not joining the land of the dead. She would be between the two. But she would be doing what she loved doing. She could dance forever and never tire. But that would also mean giving up the life she knew. She loved her clan, she loved her family. But she knew that if she denied him, then he could anger and no one could dream his beautiful dreams again. All would be left to the Mistress of nightmares with her flute made from the bone of a demon. She had no living dancer. And she gave her’s no choice. She murdered them in the night and they were trapped forever in dance. She could not be like that. Because the dancers of the Nightmare Mistress, could feel nothing but pain. And their pain was what fed the nightmares that people experienced.



So Naima took his hand and he led her into the night. It was so dark that nothing could be seen except his pale face. But even that was shadowed. He led her through the shadows to a place she had never been. Noone she knew had ever been. It was as if the darkness had been eaten by the light. She watched the glowing orbs burst through the darkness and move about her. “What are these?” She asked.



“Songs.” He said softly. “Song’s before they are played. They wait to be chosen. I never play the same thing twice. Each night a song chooses to go with me. And when I play they are drawn to the realm of the living. But they get lost with noone to show them the way. That is where you come in.” Naima nodded gently. “But I cannot force you to accept this life. It is your choice. You love to dance, from what I understand, and if that is true than dance If not go home and be free to do something else. If you choose to stay you must place your feet in the waters of the dream pool. The dream pool is where each song is born. But I cannot make you do it.”



The shining orbs of his songs led Naimia to the dream pool. It was a beautiful shimmering pond. She realized that the Lord of dreams was not the one who chose her for this, Her heart called to the songs that lived in this realm and they had answered her prayer. So she closed her eyes and walked in.

Midnight guardian
19:40 Apr 22 2007
Times Read: 537

She was so beautiful. She caught my eye one night when I was leaving my resting place. I had to know who she was and why was she there. How many humans come to the cemetery late a night? I still remember exactly how she looked that night.



Her curly brown hair was tied back but stray curls flew free in the midnight air. Her porcelain skin had at first made me think that she was one of my kind who had stepped over into my territory. But her scent could only be human. She smelled of lavender and Vanilla. Such an interesting combination. She was a curvy young thing; perhaps she had never lost her baby fat. But with the plunged neckline of her shirt revealing her soft breasts, I knew she was no baby. I was entranced by her beauty. I could not look away.



I couldn't help but follow her though the headstones of those who had been long gone from this world. She was walking with confidence. She knew where she was going. She walked straight to an old mausoleum. She opened the door and walked in.



Within the mausoleum were two chambers in which a couple slept. They were obviously relatives. She knelt between the two tombs; she was probably saying some silent prayer. She grabbed two small candles out of her bag and placed one on each casket. She lit them and spoke in ancient. This was definitely not an ordinary girl.





Oh to hear on speak ancient was like music to my ears. I had not heard it spoken in such a long time that the words spun in my head. When I finally was calmed I put together what she had said. She told them about what had been going on in her life over the last few weeks. None of it was good. And I truly felt for her. Her boyfriend had broken her heart. In her mind she thought he had shattered her soul. He was a musician and had left her for some groupie. She had also lost her scholarship and had to leave school. Her parents had died a year back. She had no one to watch over her. She was lost and alone, with only the dead to talk to. I wanted her to talk to me. Though I am not necessarily alive at least I can speak back.





Then she put out the candles and left. I thought it would stop at that point. I would let her walk on home and just dream about her and hope she would return. But I couldn't. It was late and someone could hurt her on her way home. And I had to know how she knew a language that no living human spoke anymore. So I did something I hadn’t done in months, I followed her into the city. I shadowed myself... It makes me almost impossible to see during the day, and at night it was impossible. It felt different. I normally did this to stalk my prey. But for some reason I knew that I could never hurt this girl. No matter what.



As the girl walked up to her apartment I waited, and hoped that I could find out which one she was in. I sat outside of the building waiting and hoping. And the gods were on my side that night, because sure enough I found her. I was watching each floor’s balcony. And as my eyes passed over the third floor she walked out on her balcony She stood there her hair now flowing free in the midnight breeze. I watched her there for hours. Then she finally went inside. And I gathered up whatever courage I had left and climbed up to her balcony. When I reached her balcony I felt as though. I had just climbed Mount Everest. The excitement pounded through my veins. And to add to my excitement, she had left the curtains open so I could see inside.



It felt wrong on some level to watch her, but for some reason it didn’t matter. She was sitting on her couch writing in a book. The tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. My cold heart seemed to break at that moment; her moment of despair. I realized what she planned to do. She walked out of the room and returned with a bottle of pills and a glass of water. I had seen deaths of hundreds perhaps thousands of people over the years, and none of them even grazed my heart, but this girl I could not watch her die. So I broke the silent promise I had made to myself so long ago and walked through the door into her apartment.



She looked up at me, and I feared she would scream. But she didn’t. She looked up at me, looking helpless and lonely. Without thought I walked over to her and wiped the tears from her cheeks. As I did this I breathed in her sweet scent. She jumped slightly and I stepped back, and squatted down so I could look her in the eyes.



“Are you the one I asked for?” She whispered softly. I watched the words come out of her mouth but they didn’t register at first.



When my brain finally caught up with me ears, I answered her with another question. “Who did you ask for?”



“I asked for a midnight guardian, someone to watch over me when I go.” She said gently hoping within herself that I was the one.



“Why do you want to die? Death is not beautiful, death is not the answer to life’s questions, it only leads to more questions.” I said trying not to lose my gentle calm tone. I was not angry with her but with myself. Who was I to decide whether or not it was her time to die? Who was I to care? I had killed enough people to not have the right to tell her it was wrong to take her life.



“I am so alone. You are the first person to speak to me in weeks. I have no friends, no family, and now I do not even have school. At least in death I will have rest. I am so tired. I just want to not feel anymore.”



“You do not want to feel? You have no idea what you are talking about. I. Miss, have not felt anything in close to a thousand years. But tonight I felt something, and it was as if I had a taste a tiny morsel after not eating for so long. And as much as I want to reject it, I want more.” The words soared out of my mouth before I could stop them. But it was the truth. And you cannot deny the truth forever.



She stared at me confused. It was almost as if she was afraid to speak. Her hands went to her mouth and she stood and backed away from me. I bowed my head praying to the gods that she would not scream.



She didn’t though. She changed her mind suddenly, and took me by the hand. I stood and faced her. And with one fluid movement I took her into my arms and kissed her. I wondered how long it had been since she had been kissed, how long it had been since I had kissed someone. But then I got lost in the moment. And I kissed her long and hard, she did not fight it, she accepted it and kissed me back. But I was stupid, it had been so long and I was not careful. She jumped back blood dripping from her lip. Shock and fear filled her eyes. She knew not what I was.



“Yes. I am a vampire. But I did not come here to hurt you. I saw you in the cemetery. I heard you speak in a tongue I had not heard since I was young. I had to watch you. There was something about you. Who are you?”



She bowed her head as she spoke, “ My name is Lelani Ash, I know of your kind, but you may not know of mine. For a thousand years we have been keepers. My mother, and her mother and her mother before her, and all the way back.”



“Keepers of what?”



“Keepers of the old, my family has passed down the oldest magicks for the last thousand years. Vampires like you thought that you were lost in folklore, but not with us. We know of your existence, we know of all things magickal and immortal.”



“We?”



“Well, just me now. I am the last one. And your secrets can die with me.” She looked away as she said it.



I put my hand to her face and gently moved her face to stare at mine. “You know my secrets, but I do not want them to die with you. I want my secrets to live on through you. I want my secrets to be a part of you.”



She did not say a word, nor object as I slid my teeth into her soft warm neck. That night I was her midnight guardian, I was with her when she died. But I was also with her when she was reborn, reborn into being a child of the night. Her family had watched and known of our existence, but She was to experience it. In a thousand years I had never created another of my kind. I thought it was because I felt no one would ever be deserving of it. But now I know why. Because I was waiting for the right one, to join me in the night.