The Shadow Troupe

Water So Slick

Allecto

 

Take a breath,

Taking a deep breath of toxic smoke of the Black Briar cig I stared up at the sky light smirking, reavealing one of my world famous dimples to him.

Take it deep...

I swung one of my short legs back and forth out of the hammock, and I could see it in his eyes what he wanted. I gave him an etherally dark laugh, and could see the life drain out of him. I would glamour him later, when I was finished with him. He knew what I was, and he liked it. A lot.

You can see my heart beating,

You can see it through my chest...

I laughed once more, the sound draining his mortal spring of life. He gasped, pleading me to stop. He flailed gently, pulling one of my earphones out. I heard the sound of breaking glass and a deep, dark, laughter playing in the back of my mind, urging me to suck him dry. The grey dark and black shadows covered most everything here, in one of the darkest parts of Never. I'm no Vampire. It's laughable to think a creature like that exists. But there are parasitic beings out there. I do feel blood hunger at times.

Eugene, here? Human, straight down to his iced over blue eyes. Shut off from the world from one too many lashes to his heart and soul. I could hear his thoughts while I fed, licking his neck softy knowing even though I was beneath him, I held every inch of power over his life. He breathed and gasped, torn apart with jagged want and torn up hatred. I smiled.

Even in the dark I could see his dead eyes, burning with more life now than when he spent time with other Humans. I could hear his whole life story in every cell, the connection between us running deeper than I'd planned when I slipped his black collared shirt of reavealing our past marks made together. I pulled away, and he pulled my face close to his and bit my lips in frustrastion. For a Human, he was unnatural, like a beautifully dark and grey world with only a single red rose. His midnight black hair brought out the burning dead eyes, long closed doors to his soul locked with deadly secrets and passion flaring throughout his body. Running my nails over his soft skin and firm Human flesh, I drew droplets of dark scarlet and he shivered, bringing me closer.

I could feel my heart pump new blood through every inch of my skin, radiating a new sort of life within me. His lips pressed harder on mine, wanting more, taking more, hoping to destroy something within me. I could hear his bitter chuckle when he drew my blood and smiled, a little worried I'd be late to school.

 

 

 

 

The usual crowds of gawky, uncoordinated teenagers basically jangled their bodies through the hall, talking about stupid things that wouldn't matter three weeks from now. Hair spray, boy sweat, lust, angst, mint, and the rustic smell of makeup attacked me in the dimly lit hallways. If only they could see how meaningless their actions were. Their hot breath coupled in with the unclean and dusty vents made me want to spit. 

The Fowl Fan Girls-the FFG-giggled and waned, piling on makeup and products made to make them look 'prettier'. The Preps annoyed me with their excess motions and high pitched school spirit, and the 'Goths' made me want to take out a fifty two caliber and end their miserable excuse for lives and end the brooding bullshit. The Emos did their own thing with dyed hair and piercings. They ticked me off the least, sometimes. The Band 'Nerds' kept their heads down and looked pathetically sorry for their existence. The Geeks went about their academia-crazy love and planned out their futures as if they'd take the world by storm and become the new Bill Gates. The Choir team, vain with their looks and voices traded 'secrets' and words bleeding into the meaningless squable of gossip. Jocks, Surfers, Socialites, Cheerleedersm Flag Twurlers, all meaningless white noise in the background.

The world is so much bigger than who's sleeping with who, and who's parent's make the most, and how to get your hair to do 'that awesome flippy thing without even trying'. The legends these people are too vain to hear hold more truth than people'd like to think. I've traveled to many places and have heard the voices of sirens, the howl of a Were, seen the beauty of the Fey, crept through the deepest, darkest scum holes of Never and the Otherworlds. I've drawn seven pointed stars marking the territory of beastly saints only spoken of in the wildest of myths.

I tried to push the ball of heat bubbling behind my chest away, consentrating on first period and how to skip it.

It wasn't hard, just a tweak of glamour their way and I never skipped. It was raining buckets. I opened the grey metal door leading to the open roof covered in little pebbles wet from the rain. Pulling out the huge black beanbag from the corner of the unused supply closet, and a dark beach umbrella over coated with potions for glamour I stabbed the long, metal pole deep into the roof and plopped the bean bag over to the dryest area available next to the wall.

In the back of my mind I'd worry that Magpie'd worry about my whereabouts, but then comforted myself with the thought that he knew I liked the rain. Magpie is the only guy I've ever had the capacity to feel anything for. He was special, and the people around him knew that immediately. Gotta love the guy's outlook on life. 

I dozed off after a while of worry, and left my disdain for the high school I was obligated to go to.

 

 

 

"Hey," he said. "Wakey, wakey." Magpie poked my cheek.

I groaned and swatted his hand away, curling up to the sound of the rain slapping pebbles. He snorted.

"like I'm going to quit just because you don't want to wake up." Followed by that, a marathon of "wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup" proceded as such that the words squished themselves together.

I groaned louder, and he retorted with louder annoyance. I kicked my shoe off and wiggled my toes at him. He yanked the sock right off my foot and attempted a pre-empt tickle attack coupled with a cute evil laugh. I bit my lower lip and kicked at him, succsessfully connecting with his jaw.

"Ooooowwww," he complained. "There's so much power in those tiny feet. What the hell?"

I laughed. He eventually decided if he couldn't beat me, he'd snuggle me to death. I'm pretty sure it was weird only for me at first, but he eventually fell asleep. I laughed to myself for a while. People wouldn't know because of his height and demeanor, but he can really be vulnerable sometimes. And easy to trick.

I glared hot pokers at him, mad at how he's less considerate about his own health and well-being than I am. I sighed and chanted the words my mother had always spoken when she was distressed.

A few minutes went by, and he asked me. I laughed to myself when I found out he wasn't sleeping for no reason in particular.

"What was that?" He opened his eyes, light around the irises and growing darker the further from the iris his eye got. I had to repeatedly resist the urge to touch his face. His irises always reminded me of the light that ignores the darkness. Childish, innocent, light. It fit him perfectly. But of course, there's that maturity deep inside him that I can't ignore, and wish I can see more of. 

I caught my hand before I touched his pale cheek. Not really willing to beat around the bush, I let him know. "It's an incantation for calm. Inner peace."

He looked at me questioningly. "Inner peace?"

I turned his question around in my head. Anyone else would have thought it stupid to ask the question, but it was deep. I struggled for a grasp on some sort of explanation. He waited patiently. I gave up. I gave him a less than half-assed answer. "Tranquility."

He looked at me for a while and decided to drop it. Eventually, he brought up an issue that was bothering him. There's a new girl.

I froze, fear stricken for the first time. He never takes any interest in girls. "Yeah," I asked weakly.

He shrugged. "I don't know."

We were entangled silently for a while. He hugged me tighter.

"Are those girls still being mean to you?"

I sighed. "No. Those girls are far too scared of reality to face it. What makes you think they'd want to face me?"

He launched into a tirade concerning carbonated drinks and throats. I just watched him, entranced by the intensity of his stare.