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"Pick one"
"PICK ONE"
Silver daggers dripping with poisoned honey. Scintillating gowns flashing threads of interwoven gold. Jeweled mirrors whispering secrets of war and betrayal. Betrayal, which tastes like acid but smells so pleasantly alluring. Diamonds glittering under the greedy gaze of Helios. Helios could never get enough. He always wanted more. A L W A Y S.
"P I C K O N E N O W!" the voice screamed like the cries of a thousand banshees and the flesh of the little girl began melting. "HELIOS HELP ME! PLEASE" cruel laughter echoed through the empty ballroom, the voice like blackened lace and the scent of dead roses lingered in the air. The little girl watched as her skin became the melting wax of a candle. The fortunes littered around her now felt like the anchor pulling her down to the call of the siren. Her throat burned and her lungs slopped out of her body, she wondered how she was alive, but then again, she didn't think she was ever mortal to begin with.
"Moonlight", the cracked syllables exited her mouth-no it couldn't be her mouth, her mandible and teeth had melted long ago. Suddenly everything stopped. She felt herself falling and the sound of exploding mirrors awoke her from the daze she was lulled in. The glass cut her skin- did she still have that?, and she closed her eyes......
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Bed sheets lay tangled all around me, the flowery print twisted around my body morphing itself to twisted rose vines binding my legs together. "Dream.. it was a dream?" No. Not a dream.
A nightmare.
A nightmare encompassing a millennia worth of memories.
I slowly pulled apart the enveloping warmth around me and winced as my barefoot made contact with the cold sterile white tiles. My reflection stared back at me, blood kissed lips and mismatched eyes. Golden skin and a silver tongue. Sweet angel smiles and a mangled heart. If I am the proud lioness then these humans are my slaves.
I smiled inwardly as I walked towards the mirror and began tracing the cracks formed after my fingertips grazed my reflection. The mirror exploded and I laughed as the sharp edges dug into my golden skin which was now littered with crushed glass. Tracing the glass around my body in an intricate pattern, I absent mindedly went into the shower. Blood dripping off my body like the ticking of a clock.
I have a long day ahead of me.
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The women whispered quietly to each other, their ballgowns dripping with wealth and their necks glowing with affluence. Their arms lay clasped around their husbands, as their smiles tightened and their eyes reflected the corruption and greed which they worshipped. Like swans, I thought to myself, slender and beautiful but beautiful things never lasted very long did they?
I swayed my hips slowly and felt the wine red material swish against my legs. I've always loved red, even as a child. It did a great job hiding the stains. My train of thoughts suddenly exploded as someone tapped me on the shoulder. Venom seeped into my eyes as I struggled to control the knowing expresson on my face, I guess the apple never fell far from the tree afterall.
My anklets jingled as I turned around, plastering a fake smile of fake promises and fools gold, and twisting my voice box to create a melodious harmony, "yes?", I questioned to the tall pale man staring at me with a searing gaze under his hooded blue eyes. "Are you in need of something?" I asked once again as he simply continued staring.
"I- I just wanted to say, you look simply ravishing tonight", he let out a nervous chuckle and raked through his blonde hair several times, I felt frustration churn through my blood and swallowed it back down my throat, replacing it with a smile and a flirtatious stare, "oh thank you, you don't look so bad yourself" I remarked, as I batted my silver dusted eyelashes, and twirled the strands of my brunette wig while eyeing him with hunger. He blushed a disgusting shade of red and asked what my name was, "Isabella" I whispered into his ear, "my name is Isabella".
A couple of drinks later, gone was the nervous school boy attitude and was replaced with arrogance and uncontrollable hands. I let out a laugh as he- Edgar, voiced another one of his supposedly funny stories, and watched his hands move animatedly in discussion, my wine glass lay delicately in my hands as I continued to entertain this nuisance of a man.
The dagger lay strapped to my thigh and I smiled as it felt digging into my skin, just a little while longer I thought as Edgar strapped his hands to my lower back and pulled me in closer. His wine stained lips inched closer and could taste the cigar he smoked in his every breath. My eyes suddenly rolled back, and began glassing over with tears of blood as I saw visions of his death.
"Dance?" a voice whispered and broke the trance I was in, chocolate strands framed the girl's face and she smiled flashing her razor sharp teeth, "would I have this dance with you sir?", Edgar broke away from me and eyed the girl with lust, he quickly let out a rushed apology to me and once again glued his hands to the back to the little girl. She flourished her velvet green ball gown and I could smell the Dior perfume she had on as she swept past me.
She whisked around and our eyes locked, she let out a wink and I lost them among the dancing gowns screaming grandeur. Ingrid always did love to make a grand entrance.
I purposefully strode towards the exit, refusing drinks from waiters and dances from desperate men and headed towards the unilluminated alleyway. The darkness greeted me like an old friend, and welcomed her back like a war bride would to her dead husband.
Finally I can begin.
Karma is a bitch after all.
