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proluge- awakening
The full moon spread a faint light over the Manhattan square, streetlights glowed a tainted yellow-orange tinge. Brayon Night leapt from the fire escape terrace to a lighted room at the highest floor, a wide smile on his face.
The Hybrid heiress is here.....
He crouched low on the wide window pane edge, and slowly unlatched it and lifted it up. His gold-copperish eyes scanned the room to see nothing, he snuck in quietly. The next thing he knew, a dark blur slammed straight into him and they both met the dense carpet hard. Brayon heard a threatening growl emit from from deep in their throat, he could barely see their face as a result of having the wind knocked out of him.
"Brayon...?' they hissed.
"Celestra, its me." he snapped.
"Brayon what are you doing here?!" she snarled viciously. "you know the lycans will rip you to shreds if they knew you were here!"
"Get.Off.of.me." Brayon whispered.
Celestra jumped up and wrapped him in a big hug, "Night, I've missed you a lot!"
The door to the room burst open, a pair of dark haired,bulky men appeared in view. Brayon crouched low in a defense position, his teeth bared and his face cold and hard with rage.
"Its a reekin' viper from the 'leech squad'!" one spat with pure disgust.
"Morning-sama!" the other sputtered. "Has 'it' hurt you?!"
Celestra put out a hand toward the lycans, her red wine eyes piercing thier gazes like needles. "You are not needed to protect me at this hour, he is my companion."
The dark-haired males stood there frozen. Their expressions displayed total shock.
"companion...?"
Celestra narrowed her eyes sharply. "leave!"
Like as if they were merely puppies, they squeaked and rushed out the door. She could hear them whimper in the distance, and turned to Brayon.
"Brayon. Why are you here?"
He just slipped closer, his eyes burning into hers like fire. "You..."
She felt his hands entwine with hers, Brayon pulled her right into him and leaned down and met his lips with hers. Celestra's reflexes went a litlle short to know it would happen, and she felt her heart pound literally against the wall of her chest. Brayon soon deepend the kiss and put her against the wall gently, his hands untwined and rested on her waist.
"I..love you..C.." he spoke deep and soft after every other second.
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United we stand, Divided we fall-
Celestra and Brayon pulled up to the old victorian complex in his lamborghini, when he shut off the Ignition he looked at her worriedly.
"Cel, are you sure you want to do this?"
Celestra glanced at him with a small nod. "I have to to keep peace between your coven and the other one."
"But you are to rule them both," he whispered. "your to be the first to inherit both of the most powerful covens in New York!"
"It doesn't matter, its what my parents would want." she softly spoke as she pushed open her door.
Brayon flashed beside her and shrugged faintly, "I'm here for you, so deal with me as your companion."
Celestra turned to him, "you seem to want to be more than my companion."
The look on his face displayed suprise and embarassment, he was glad that he couldn't blush.
"Whatever Cel," he sneered, his eyes narrowed toward the door.
They made their way through the glass door, eyes watching their every move carefully but with suprise. Celestra could feel Brayon slip his hand into hers, she glanced at him to find him icly glare at all the male aritrocrat vampires ogle at her.
"Calm Brayon," she hissed softly, removing her hand from his regretfully.
The classic wide staircase was floored with a beautiful ivy engraved blood red velvet carpet, a pair of deity-like legs stood at the top stair. Celestra looked up to see the whole figure: it was a goddess-like woman with glimmering blue eyes. She had flawless white skin and flowing red hair.
"Celestra Morningstar, how glorious it is to see you after one hundred and six years." the woman said with a brilliant smile.
"Analia Severus, how beautiful you look," Celestra grinned through clenched teeth.
"Let us talk young one...."
Brayon was left alone with the gaping others, he stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"Did you bring Morningstar?" a smooth voice cackled.
"Leave me alone Lucian!" Brayon snapped.
Lucian just merely gave him a cocky smile, "Oh little one. stop being so rash!"
Brayon could hear a menacing snarl come from upstairs, he cried out. "Celestra I'm coming!".............
- by Vi0l3t_f1re3_t0rchic |
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- | Submitted on 11/26/2009 |
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- Title: Ivory fire~ my old work*
- Artist: Vi0l3t_f1re3_t0rchic
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well this ive done b4 so dont say i copied
i own the names and ideas of the following proluge...
i hope u like it and comment!!!
=]=]=] - Date: 11/26/2009
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