P3

Moving down the darkest alley Nyx could find, she slipped from the rooftop she had just been on top of. She moved swiftly, yet so silent, no human ear could have heard her.

But a magic-wielder’s could.

The silhouette stood out at the opening of the building. Nyx could tell it was a magic-wielder, even from a distance. She stepped warily through the rest of the alley, aware that they could now see and hear her. It seemed like the only reasonable option, if she turned around, or climbed up the wall, then she would seem scared. If she stayed where she was, then, surely, the figure would come to her, she had the higher hand if she came to them. There was no going back.

Of course, she could kill them, if she wanted to, but it was better to avoid that. She didn’t need anymore spare bodies to deal with. As she came closer and closer, Nyx realised that the “it” was actually a “she”. Was she as deadly as Nyx was? As she took one step closer, it was obvious that it was one-step too many. She barely had time to leap out of the way as the mysterious female swung her samurai sword around her. Cursing under her breath, Nyx looked up to see the girl grinning broadly, her teeth gleaming like her sword. “Hi Nyx,” she said cheerfully. “I’m Kallista Pendragon, I’ve been sent to give you a message, if you’re okay with that.” Seeing as Nyx was not going to say anything, she continued. “My companions would like you to join us, and leave whatever it is you are doing right now. If you come with us, then none of you’re past will be held against you.”

“And why,” asked Nyx coolly. “Would I want to do that?”

“I thought you’d ask that.” Kallista chirped, not losing her merry tone. “That’s what I’d ask if I was you, I think. So I prepared a list of reasons why you should. One: you’d be fighting crime, doing some good in the world. Two: there’d be tons of fights, testing you’re skills. Three…” She studied Nyx’s face for a second; quickly catching on that she didn’t have to hear all of what she said. Why hadn’t she killed her yet? That was what was buzzing around in Nyx’s head. She could strike out right now, stop her cheerful talking. But she didn’t. Maybe it was because her happy talk was something that amused her, it was hardly like she heard it everyday. “Well…I’ll just skip the rest, you get the idea. But you know, the part I like best,” she lowered her voice, so that Nyx had to lean in to hear what she was saying. “Is that it’s like a family. Maybe not biologically, but still. We’re all in it together.” Nyx laughed at that part. Even though some small part of her tugged at her chest with longing for a family again. Those kinds of thoughts were dangerous to even think about. She shouldn’t feel. She couldn’t feel. Not when your daily routine was based on slaying innocent people for a living. “That sounds like some terrible line from a Disney movie.”

“I know,” Kallista’s smile grew bigger, if possible. “But it’s true. And secretly, you want it to be true.”

She was right, but Nyx couldn’t let herself give in to those feelings. Not yet, anyway. “Listen,” she said. “I have to be somewhere now, so I don’t have time for team motivators, or whatever.”

“Just think about it,” Kallista insisted. “You might change your mind soon. Each of us has our own struggle…you might even find you like it with us. Here’s my card,” she said handing a small piece of white paper. “You can call me whenever.” And with that, she leaped onto the nearest roof, bounding away at an astonishing pace. Nyx looked down at the card (well, card might have been an overstatement). It was just a piece of paper with a number hastily scribbled on. Nyx sighed and stuffed it in the pocket inside her jacket.

She stepped into the dimly lit street, and made her way to the old red café. Although it was late in the afternoon, the clouds shrouded any sunlight that dared to peek through. She made here way to the far table in the corner, sitting down on one of the cushioned seats. She ordered a coffee, to not look suspicious and waited. About a minute later, Dusk stepped into the café, and headed towards her. He sat across from her with a brief case in his hand. Nyx knew that it would be holding her pay check, files for her next victim, and his syringes to stop him from ripping his client’s throats out at night.

“I assume they’re dead?” He asked as soon as he sat.

“Wow, you really cut to the point,” Nyx remarked, arching an eyebrow. He shrugged.

“I really don’t see the point, so yes?” She nodded. “In that case, you deserve this,” He slid the envelope -he had somehow got out of the briefcase without making a sound- over to her. He pulled out the files as she grasped it. One more step to getting back home. “You’ll also need this.” She took the files and placed them on her lap with the envelope. He nodded in an approving manner. “You have adapted from when I first lifted the blindfold off your eyes,” he quoted from one of his favourite sayings, following the words of what she had been taught from.

When Nyx had joined Dusk and the rest, it was as if she was an infant again, even if she had been fourteen years old then. She had been taught, along with magic and combat skills, that when you didn’t know about the magic world, you were “blinded” in a sense. But now she was “awoken” or “had been given sight”. There were many quotes that she had been taught, but they all meant the same things. She was different from the mortals. Yes, “mortals”. That was what they were called. But she, and many others, were called “magic-wielders”. And they were higher than the others.

Nyx smiled. “Well, I had a good mentor.” She replied. Dusk gave her one of his quick, rare smiles. Knowing that there was no point staying, he stood. “I’ll leave you now,” he said, glancing at the waitress eyeing him reproachfully. Probably because he hadn’t ordered anything. “And I suggest you get straight on to those files. There are more than usual.” Nyx waved airily.

“I’ll be on them soon enough. But right now, I have a coffee coming.”

P2

Some nights, when Nyx sleeps, she’ll dream about her former life, a life when she was oblivious to the world of magic. Most nights, she resists visiting those memories, but it is hard to forget, hard to leave the faces that still haunt her.

Tonight was one of those nights, and so she drifted off into the night, reliving those memories…

Her name had been Talia.

She was with her friend Kristy, the day before her life changed dramatically. It was a cloudy day, as it had rained most of the days before and most sensible people had stayed inside, away from the slippery roads and stormy sky.

Of course, Kristy and her hadn’t been very sensible at the time, so they were out in the bleak sun of Rome, something that didn’t happen very often. They were both so focused in their discussion of which way they should turn to get to the theatre, that they didn’t notice the man in black watching them. Watching her.

They carried on with the rest of their afternoon, eventually splitting as they reached her house. As Talia entered, she knew something was wrong. Her usually chirpy mother was now sitting at the kitchen bench, her shoulders hunched. Talia frowned as she stepped inside; her mother looked over her shoulder and gave her a weak smile. “Hi darling,” she spoke softly, her voice catching on the last word. “How was today?”

“It was alright…” Talia’s frown deepened as she sat next to her mum. “What’s wrong?” She broke in before the woman had time to protest, “and don’t say that there’s nothing wrong.” She smiled.

“You can read me now, can’t you?” Talia nodded. Sighing, her mother called out for her father. “Adriano?” He stepped in, almost immediately. They both looked like they had aged by twenty years. She looked at him expectedly. He sighed before launching into the story.

“Whilst you were gone with Kristy, about five minutes before you arrived, a man came to our door. He didn’t introduce himself, and when I asked who he was, all he said was “It’s not important right now.” He didn’t come in, and all he did was give us something, telling us something absurd about how it would be important for you. He left right after that.”

Seeing as he wasn’t going to say anymore, Talia asked, “What did he leave for me?”

He studied her for a while. “A dagger.” He finally replied. “He gave you a dagger.”

Waking up with a jolt of realisation, Nyx scrambled out of bed, to get ready for her meeting. She had about an hour to meet Dusk, but she didn’t want to keep him waiting. If she was late, he might not trust her anymore. She was one of the only people he trusted.

Even if she didn’t trust him anymore.

Fanfic Part 1

Nyx leaped from rooftop to rooftop in the cluster of the tiny apartment blocks. The frosty Dublin air chilled her face and hands, but that wasn’t important.
The only important thing was finding him.
He was the next victim assigned to her by Dusk. He always gave her their address, and a short description of them, but never their names. Names didn’t matter, only that she got the job done.
Another roof appeared, this one a bit taller than the others. With her eyes now accustomed to the darkness, Nyx could make out the layer of purple paint in the highest room that had been messily applied when the man had moved in. Starting at the end of the roof nearest to the building, she ran at the building at a terrifying pace. Suddenly, when she reached the very end of the roof, she pushed off with all the strength she could muster in her legs. Flying towards the roof, she stopped her whole body from hitting the apartment by holding on to the corner with both hands, and putting her feet in front. She still felt the impact of hitting the brick wall, but not as bad as what it could have been. Steadying herself, Nyx peered down at the open window directly below her. A small amount of light was coming out of it, which meant that he could still be awake. She needed the element of surprise, or else the man might disturb someone within hearing range. She slid down the wall, careful to not make any sound, and keep one hand on the edge of the roof. She landed on the windowsill and slid inside in one fluid movement (thankful that the window was open).
She stepped in to face a giant, green sofa. Boy, it was ugly. Nyx mentally shook herself, “no time for your opinion in terrible interior design,” she scolded herself in her head. “Just get on with it!” She noticed a tuft of brown hair sticking out of the top of the sofa, like a dead shrub popping up from an, ugly, meadow. Only this shrub was moving. She stepped around the obstacle, careful not to make a sound. Now, facing the man, she stomped her foot on the wood floor, so loud that he woke up instantly.
It was a rule of hers, a moral of sorts. She agreed that if she was going to kill someone, she might as well let him or her be awake and know it was going to happen, rather than her just slaughtering them behind their backs, or when they were asleep. Even she had to draw the line somewhere.
Sometimes she’d let them fight, just to toy with them, other times she’d make it quick, out of mercy.
But today she was going to draw his death out. She had had a bad day. It was too full of memories. Memories that had lead to her discovering the secret world of magic. And that she was part of it.
She sent the shadows toward him before he had time to scream. He stared at her wide-eyed, chocking on pure darkness, shadows of the dead. She gave him a malicious smile as he fell to the ground, trying to breathe, and failing miserably. She would have pitied him, if he weren’t so pathetic. Even now, she could imagine the darkness swirling through his veins, squeezing his lungs. He dropped to his elbows, his whole body shaking, just a few more seconds now… The man dropped all the way to his face now, no longer moving, no longer breathing. The death in the room shot towards the jewelled dagger, resting in a hidden pocket inside her leather jacket. Just before she left, Nyx checked all places in the rooms for any valuables. She came across a small crystal. Not very precious, but it would do.

Climbing the dusty stairs to her tiny hotel room, Nyx wondered how many other magic wielding people were there in the same city, the same suburb, the same hotel? How many were aware of the amazing secret world?
How many would she kill?
Stopping at the tiny door, the number 3 hastily scribbled on with black marker, she pulled the rusted key from her pocket and turned the lock. Stepping in, she found all her luggage next to her bed, stacked on top of one another. Dusk had kept his promise. Still not tired enough to sleep yet (and really, looking at the bed, anyone would have preferred to stay up late), she opened up the tiny suitcase at the top of the pile, taking out the small crystal as she did so. Opening it up, she found her whole collection of assorted gems. She had rubies that sparked like drops of red blood, sapphires that twinkled like the night sky, emeralds that were like dewy grass, opals with a rainbow of colours swirling together and many other precious stones.
But the one that she valued above all was a small fragment of obsidian. When lava from an active volcano cooled off, it transformed into a gem. But it wasn’t so much the fact that she had found it after she survived the volcanic eruption in Iceland recently, but that the gem was a deep, glossy black. Just like her heart.
She carefully placed the crystal in a pocket with the rest of her crystals. Some gems had been given to her in her former life, when she had been “blinded” and oblivious to the dark, magical world that was changing all around her. Before she had found out about this world, she had wished for a normal life with her best friend, Kristy. She realised now what a fool she had been. She was more powerful than ever now, and was working her way to the top of the strongest magic wielders list. She would have probably been close to first on the most wanted list too, if any one had ever caught her. Or even seen her.
Now that she had been revealed to the new world, and her true powers, Nyx only wanted three simple things: one: to kill. Two: to gain money and power from her kill. The third, she kept to herself.
The wind poured into her room and licked at what bare skin was revealed. Despite her jacket and long, thick pants, Nyx shivered. By now, she didn’t have to check her eyes to know that they would be a dull grey: meaning that she was tired.
She crept into her bed, under the dirty but thick cover and wished to whoever was listening her third and final wish.

I wish I could go back home.

Starting over...

Okay, I'm gonna start my fanfic again, coz it wasn't really going anywhere.

I'll be deleting my posts and starting one. (Hopefully one that lasts this time.)

So get ready 4 my new fanfic!

>:D

BTW

BTW (By The Way)

After that important announcement, I thought some of you might be wondering (meaning, the two of you, or something) what my title actually means....?

Well, it's quite random... (But you were expecting that, weren't you?)
But whatever!

It's French for:

Let the sunglasses live!


I know, random. But I just (randomly) thought about that (random) title, and (randomly) loved it!

So, there you go, when I could have sumed it up in 1 sentence, I decided that I should extend it for as long as I could!

P.S. All though I'm not using swans in my story, there might be some weird feathery buisness somewhere... who knows?

Another Blog?

I know what your thinking:

you already have one blog....so why create another one?

The reason is simple.

I want to use my two blogs for different purposes.

One (my first one) for ranting and raving on about how much my life sucks, and the other one (this one) for my pictures and my story (or stories).

So, sit back, relax and enjoy!