“Yes, my lady. We will meet again.”
Somehow his promise all those months ago was enough to keep her from losing her last vestiges of hope. The words had branded themselves onto her heart, glowing there like a sign of ownership, and for weeks after their last encounter, her heart had pounded with the expectation that he would be beyond every corner, that she would see his features in every face.
Gradually, though, as more and more time passed, her vigilance lessened, and she could only comfort herself with the memory of his promise and touch. Six long months went by, and the echo of his words became a faint whisper in the back of
“We meet again, my lady.”
With his words came an instant rush of relief. Even though she had known it was him, the memory of the terror she had felt that night kept her from truly believing it was him until the moment he spoke.
She let out the breath she’d been holding, having to gasp a little as she said, “I’m glad you’re here.” Her voice sounded surprisingly strong, unlike how she was truly feeling. Her heart was fluttering like a butterfly, and she couldn’t stop her hands from shaking.
“Oh?” His tone was faintly amused.
“Last time, I… I didn’t get to… t
The close, almost menacing darkness that seemed to smother her senses reminded her of that night in the alley almost an entire month past. The memory of her would-be assailant was not forgotten, but the memory of the man who had saved her was still at the forefront of her mind.
The first few of weeks after her ordeal, her mind had whirled dizzyingly with thoughts and questions that could not be answered or ignored. Who was he? Why had he been there? What did he want? What was his interest in her? He had indisputably saved her life, or at the very least, protected her from the pain, humiliation and trauma that would have taken place had her p
She ran, her breath pluming out before her in the cold night air, her feet becoming more and more soaked by the pools of rainwater that dappled the alley, her pounding feet ruining the perfect reflection of the starry sky, making it look as if a myriad mirrors were shattering. She was losing ground, though, and even the gut-wrenching terror that added wings to her feet was not enough motivation to outdistance her fleet pursuer, fed as he was by the night and the sweet-scented rot of evil intentions.
As was inevitable, she fell – miraculously not in any of the puddles – her breath coming too fast for her to scream and her heart b
She just blinked, feeling her cheeks begin to color. “Uh, I- um, yes. I’m Casey,” she finally said. Wow, nice, she thought to herself sarcastically.
That little grin returned to the corner of his mouth, and abruptly she was furious. “What?!” she snapped. “How did you think I’d react when a guy I’ve never met before suddenly steps out from around a blind corner? You almost gave me a heart attack.”
It was almost comical the way Taylor immediately reacted to her words. “Oh, uh- I’m sorry,” he said, the look in his eye changing from amusement to chagrin. “I did
He was looking at her again. Casey could feel his gaze on her as if it was something with physical weight behind it. She kept her eyes down, though, staring at her page of notes as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world as she tried not to let her cheeks flush with colored heat. She knew she always overestimated how pink her cheeks got, even when she could feel her face burning with embarrassed heat, but she absolutely didn’t want Taylor to notice her reaction to his staring.
They were in the same Chemistry class, but Taylor had just recently moved to Bluewater, California that year. In such a small town, if you were bo
“Yes, my lady. We will meet again.”
Somehow his promise all those months ago was enough to keep her from losing her last vestiges of hope. The words had branded themselves onto her heart, glowing there like a sign of ownership, and for weeks after their last encounter, her heart had pounded with the expectation that he would be beyond every corner, that she would see his features in every face.
Gradually, though, as more and more time passed, her vigilance lessened, and she could only comfort herself with the memory of his promise and touch. Six long months went by, and the echo of his words became a faint whisper in the back of
“We meet again, my lady.”
With his words came an instant rush of relief. Even though she had known it was him, the memory of the terror she had felt that night kept her from truly believing it was him until the moment he spoke.
She let out the breath she’d been holding, having to gasp a little as she said, “I’m glad you’re here.” Her voice sounded surprisingly strong, unlike how she was truly feeling. Her heart was fluttering like a butterfly, and she couldn’t stop her hands from shaking.
“Oh?” His tone was faintly amused.
“Last time, I… I didn’t get to… t
The close, almost menacing darkness that seemed to smother her senses reminded her of that night in the alley almost an entire month past. The memory of her would-be assailant was not forgotten, but the memory of the man who had saved her was still at the forefront of her mind.
The first few of weeks after her ordeal, her mind had whirled dizzyingly with thoughts and questions that could not be answered or ignored. Who was he? Why had he been there? What did he want? What was his interest in her? He had indisputably saved her life, or at the very least, protected her from the pain, humiliation and trauma that would have taken place had her p
She ran, her breath pluming out before her in the cold night air, her feet becoming more and more soaked by the pools of rainwater that dappled the alley, her pounding feet ruining the perfect reflection of the starry sky, making it look as if a myriad mirrors were shattering. She was losing ground, though, and even the gut-wrenching terror that added wings to her feet was not enough motivation to outdistance her fleet pursuer, fed as he was by the night and the sweet-scented rot of evil intentions.
As was inevitable, she fell – miraculously not in any of the puddles – her breath coming too fast for her to scream and her heart b
She just blinked, feeling her cheeks begin to color. “Uh, I- um, yes. I’m Casey,” she finally said. Wow, nice, she thought to herself sarcastically.
That little grin returned to the corner of his mouth, and abruptly she was furious. “What?!” she snapped. “How did you think I’d react when a guy I’ve never met before suddenly steps out from around a blind corner? You almost gave me a heart attack.”
It was almost comical the way Taylor immediately reacted to her words. “Oh, uh- I’m sorry,” he said, the look in his eye changing from amusement to chagrin. “I did
He was looking at her again. Casey could feel his gaze on her as if it was something with physical weight behind it. She kept her eyes down, though, staring at her page of notes as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world as she tried not to let her cheeks flush with colored heat. She knew she always overestimated how pink her cheeks got, even when she could feel her face burning with embarrassed heat, but she absolutely didn’t want Taylor to notice her reaction to his staring.
They were in the same Chemistry class, but Taylor had just recently moved to Bluewater, California that year. In such a small town, if you were bo
Tell me, my son,
For whom the banshee crows.
Whippinglash,
And stinging slash,
Against our fearless foes.
In our hearts, we feel the pain,
Of a dying mothers sorrow.
But in our blades, we forge again,
Towards a free tomorrow.
Sing the songs, cry the tears,
The loss of our dearest friends.
Beasts of dark and shadows,
Have brought about their ends.
Light shines upon thee son,
Your sword ringing true.
For I giveth all I have to thee,
My dying breath for you.