Post by Citrine Bailey on Jun 30, 2009 23:27:22 GMT
"Something evil's lurking in the dark."
Citrine once again found herself in this children's park deep into the night. There was something about the jungle gym, the swings, the slides - all of it filthy and infected with the stench of children. But the sight itself was one of a sweet horror only a girl like Citrine could understand. All the twists and turns in the metal, the spikes shooting from the top like a medieval torture palace, the way the breeze pushed the swings to and fro, suggesting an ominous ghostliness, beautiful beyond words.
She took a quick leap forward and climbed atop the swingset, staring off into the night. She'd been alone for months, once again, with nowhere to go. At least before, she'd had a goal, searching for the man who burned her "parents" at the stake all those years ago. At this point, she had began to fear he was already dead. He had already been an older fellow when he was the leader of the vampire hunters, the bastard, he probably died naturally, in his bed, with his wife by his side. He didn't deserve such injustice. He deserved to have his throat ripped out.
Citrine calmed her scowl and pulled her messenger bag up to her side. The muggle pop star Michael Jackson had recently passed and, to her own personal surprise, she had actually taken interest in the man, watching his videos and listening to his music frequently within the preceding few days. She pulled out the ipod Ritsuka had given her, clicked a button or two, and turned up the volume, the headphones hanging on the side of her bag.
"At night when the stars shine
I pray in you I'll find a love so true . . .
When morning awakes me, will you come and take me?
I'll wait for you."
How cheesy! Citrine snickered a bit, but still swayed with the song. Apparently, the man had been only fifty. Citrine felt such shame. Here she sat, with all the time in the world, aged past 100 by now, and here she was, wasting away. She should have been out saving the world, curing cancers, doing something, anything with all her free time. Humans... they had it so hard. Poor things.
Citrine once again found herself in this children's park deep into the night. There was something about the jungle gym, the swings, the slides - all of it filthy and infected with the stench of children. But the sight itself was one of a sweet horror only a girl like Citrine could understand. All the twists and turns in the metal, the spikes shooting from the top like a medieval torture palace, the way the breeze pushed the swings to and fro, suggesting an ominous ghostliness, beautiful beyond words.
She took a quick leap forward and climbed atop the swingset, staring off into the night. She'd been alone for months, once again, with nowhere to go. At least before, she'd had a goal, searching for the man who burned her "parents" at the stake all those years ago. At this point, she had began to fear he was already dead. He had already been an older fellow when he was the leader of the vampire hunters, the bastard, he probably died naturally, in his bed, with his wife by his side. He didn't deserve such injustice. He deserved to have his throat ripped out.
Citrine calmed her scowl and pulled her messenger bag up to her side. The muggle pop star Michael Jackson had recently passed and, to her own personal surprise, she had actually taken interest in the man, watching his videos and listening to his music frequently within the preceding few days. She pulled out the ipod Ritsuka had given her, clicked a button or two, and turned up the volume, the headphones hanging on the side of her bag.
"At night when the stars shine
I pray in you I'll find a love so true . . .
When morning awakes me, will you come and take me?
I'll wait for you."
How cheesy! Citrine snickered a bit, but still swayed with the song. Apparently, the man had been only fifty. Citrine felt such shame. Here she sat, with all the time in the world, aged past 100 by now, and here she was, wasting away. She should have been out saving the world, curing cancers, doing something, anything with all her free time. Humans... they had it so hard. Poor things.
