Fiction or Truth

Fiction or truth
You decide

Have you ever lost some one that you loved? Dying for it not to be true. Wanting to take out those who had taken from you.
Sweat runs down the red wet skin. Cold mist heaves threw her lips. Droplets of blood slide along her silver weapon. Fire burns with every step that is taken. Broken glass shatter across wooden blood stain floor. At her feet eyes stair at the invader of their home.
Crouching next to the victim at the mercy of her power. Golden curls fall past her shoulders. As an arm reaches out to grab the blood soaked shirt. Shallow breaths are taken as he is pulled closer to his killers face. Emotionless voice rings into his ears.
“ Tell me why you are here?”
Bubbles froth forth from an opened mouth. Breathless laughter enters into the still air.
“ You are too late. My master already has him.”
Fear strikes the very core of her being. No second lost the enemy takes his last breath as he falls back to the floor. Down the twists and turns she runs past the endless halls. Every step feels as though forever has past. Heighten senses hears the chants of death.
“Faster! Must run faster.”
Stairs, upon stair to the top most floor she jumps. Powerful rage ripping down the enormous door from it’s metal hinges. Before her vision, dark robes ripple. Winds harshly blow threw the broken window. Mist hover past her feet. Knowledge of a friends defeated. Terror rising from the bottom of her stomach.
Black cloth glide past the jagged window pane. Rushing to take hold of the one who had trespassed. Threads slip past her fingers as they miss their chance of success. Watching the figure fall many stories down. Death it should be what he meets. With out surprise the dark figure lands with out a scratch. No second to waste, she turns back around to search the room. Eyes dart about but he is no where in sight.
“ My love where are you?”
Stillness with in her head. Blood courses threw her veins as she searches for the feel of him.
Nothingness!!
Only the sound of her beating heart pounding in her ears. Eyes linger about in a fret of the moment. Thoughts are lost in what to do next. Lingering baby blues peer to the floor. Gasping mouth opens. Shock vibrates her entire body. Knees fall to the floor. Out stretch fingers gently take hold of a lonesome cane with out it’s owner.
Agony rips apart her very being. Tears run down the side of her check. Closely bringing the cane in to her body, she bends forward. Droplets fall, wetting the floor. Mesh of hair dangle around her face covering the building of emotions. Quickness, she stands to her feet. Allowing the object to fall from her grasp.
Claws reveal their selves, as her fingers with draw from the palm of the hand. Fierce fangs sharply mature. Raven black eyes develop over the cool blue. Violent anger posses her soul, as the feral beast take over. Blink of an eye she jumps threw the jagged opening. Feet plant solid on the ground with grace. Fingers touch the dirt below her.
Scene spinning around. Flashes of the dark figures path show it self before her eyes. Speeding on, lush green foliage blur into one. Sputtering beat of the immortals rushing blood call to her. Wild emotions grapple with in. The scent of the hunt invades her senses. Savagely she jumps into the air as the sight of her pray come forth.
Claws dig into the muscles of her fearful victim. Piercing k nines enters into the veins below the flesh. Inter twined bodies fall to the grass floor below. With pleasure she engulfs his life source. Paralyzed by the pain, the pry cries out.
“ If you kill me, you’ll never get him back.” fearfully he tells her.
Tarring away from the flesh, she stands. With her foot she kicks him onto his back. Legs spread above him. Hovering she glares down at him.
“ Then tell me what you know.” a voice that could strike fear into the most brutal man.
Endless blood pumps from his neck. Shallow breaths begin to settle in.
“ You must find the gate. Symbols will be marked. Must..must..” his voice becomes less vibrant as death takes a newly soul.
Fiercely she takes the robes into her hands. Wildly shaking him till eye lids slit open. Gasping breath continue.
“ blood must be put into the symbols.” voice trails off.
Shaking him once again, “ Where is this door?” growling louder. Shaking, “ Answer me!!”
Nothing is said to her. No words on to where she can find the entrance to her love.
“ No..no!!!” she says with pain staking fear.
Skin and muscle skins close to the bone. Dust fall between her fingers never leaving any evidence of the body that once was.

Make any comments that you would like. As always I love to hear the thought of others. Thank you for ready my little story.




Ack filled her heart with a deathly sensation. Watching the remaining dust of her victim, float away with in the winds. Slowly she walks back to their home. What was once so filled with their love, now seemed, as though total darkness had fallen upon it. With the single force of the foot, the door open to her command. Eyes fell upon those that they called children.
Heads bowed with what they knew to be true. Even fear crept into them. With the sight of their queen. Eyes as black as night, hair once blond now a blood red, and the skin as white as snow. They did not ask any thing from her. Instead they followed every direction that their queen gave to them. Books of the old came pouring forth. Study hour after hour on the words that had been spoken, before the victims destruction.
Some went out traveling over land and even sea to find the knowledge that was needed. Favorers were redeemed to bring about the truth of the door ways. It was not until the travel to the very lower section did knowledge come to the queen. Tired and drained from the use of powers, she slowly walked the dark hallways of the cavern.
“Oh, my love. Where could you be? I feel so lost with out you. I swear that I will find you.”
A sudden feeling, as though she should stop, came over her. Just as she looked at one of the book selves, built into the wall, an old book fell from it’s place. Quickly she picks it up to flip threw the pages. Eyes went wide as she read of the door ways that had evaded her for so long. Though there was not much information on what would be in these doors, it at least gave one location.
Her heart still sunk with greave for her love. “Please, my love help me. Oh, where could you be. I feel so lost. It’s as though I’m not even here.” she says to her self out loud.
She had left the cavern to go read the book. Past memories fill her mind with a biter sweet. Heart break and joy all at the same time.
“ I’m so young. I don’t know how to run this family. It seem so odd to be telling others what to do when they all are much older then I.”
A knock comes from the door. “ Come in”
As the queen turn around her old friend and body guard walks over to her.
“ My queen there is some one here to speak with you. He says that he can help us out.” Al waits for his best friends answer.
“ Let him in. We’ll see what he has to say.” the queen looks up at Al with a nod.
“ Yes, my queen” he tilts his hat to her before walking out.
Moments later Al and the unknown man walks in. Dark raven hair slick back behind his ears. Bright green eyes tell of many stories of one not much older then the queen.
“ You think you can help me.” she asks with a sigh
His eyes narrow, as pearly white teeth shine from behind a smile. “Yes, but there is a price for every thing.” his voice so dark.
“ How much do you want?” the queen asks opening a desk drawer.
A smile becomes wider as he speaks, “ Oh, no my dear, it’s not money that I want.” ‘
Taken aback by what the man had said. The queen asks, “ Then what is it that you want.”
With a look to bring a chill the man simply points to his chest. “ It’s a piece of some thing that you have my child.”
“ If what you tell me is good enough for me to get my love back. I will give you any thing you want.” She puts the booklet back into the desk. Gives her total attention to this a strange man before her.
“Okay you have my absolute attention sir. So, tell all.” she says folds her hands over a pair of cross legs.
“ Do you remember Egypt?” his smile becomes serious.
“ Egypt?” she says questioning
“ Yes, you do remember Egypt don’t you?” he says leaning back.
“ Yes..” the queen become suspicious. “ How do you know about Egypt?” she asks.
“ You remember the site you worked at.” he asks leaning in.
“ Of course I do why?” queens eyes fill with anger and sadness at the same time.
Egypt..the place he had came to her. Memories of the way he looked with his friend by his side. Remembering the cool breeze that came threw the open window. Seeing him for the first time with in a chair. He looked so demanding and sure. Memory of having to let him down to the offer he had given her. A smile broke across her face.
“ You are listing my child aren’t you?” the man asks her.
“ Yes, I’m truly sorry.” she says to him.
“ It’s alright. It tends to happen when your reminded the past.” he leans back into his chair.
This has made the queen wonder who this man is, “ What is your name?” she asks slowly.
“ Don’t worry about my name child. Do you want to know how to get your husband back or not?” he snaps at her.
“ Alright please tell. I do remember. I remember the site I had once worked at why?” she relaxes in the chair.
“ You will find the door there. It is not the door you should be afraid of though child. It is what’s beyond the barrier. So, you should ask your self if you truly love this man. Because you your self may become caught with in and to never find your love.” he says giving a pause.
When the queen is about to speak, he speaks before her.
“ You, must put your blood with in the symbols.” he says while handing her a piece of paper.
“ Before the arch way you must say this can’t. Then proclaim the reason that you have asked to enter. Step threw if the door lets you.” he tells her as, he stand from his chair.
The queen stand with him. Turns to meet Al’s eyes. Both nod and look at their gauss. Though there was no longer a guess to be looking at. Astonished by the sense of his being here one second and but only a moment later gone.
“ I’m not sure who he was, but let go after that door Al. I will go in alone. You can not follow me this time old friend.” she says to him with a grim look upon her face.
“ My lady I under stand but it will be hard for me not to be by your side. Since you have came to this family. I do not remember a day that I have not been there with out you.” he says walking over to her. Placing a soft hand on her cheek.
Patting his hand with a smile, “ I know Al. Yes, it will be hard. Who, will I ***** to when things seem to go astray.” she lets out a soft laugh.
Al smiles back at her while walking over to the door, “ Shall we go my queen.”
The two of them take a long trip off to Egypt. Memories of those days flood her mind. Tears fall down her checks at night during the lonely nights. Sleeping with in a cabin made for two on a ship with her name on it. How she has missed him. Her gut clenches at the thought of never seeing him again. Pain strikes her heart as she bends over to allow her self to cry. To cry now and when the time comes to be as hard as stone. For she knows that once she enters beyond that door there can be no emotions evolved.

very good story my love, im leaving soon so i will call you on my way home.
love always
abraham

thank you my love and can't wait to see you. Miss you so much.

This really touched me.. I almost cried reading it!!

It is a very beautiful piece

Wow mom... you really are the one with a way with words.
Ahhh! You actually made me cry.
I can't wait to hear more.
ilym

I am so very glad that you all like the second half to the story. I'm unsure when I'll get to the third half but when I do I will be sure to post it. So, that you know what happens next.

The wind blows past her face. She can feel the rough texture of cloth moving about her cheeks. Black lace covers her nose and mouth. A hood over her head keeps the sun from baring down across her skin. She remembers the path that she walks as though it was yesterday. A voice from behind speaks.
“ It has been a long time. Hasn’t it my queen.” he says to her. She turns her head to look at her long time friend. “ Yes.” softly her voice trails off. In the distance the grounds of sand that she once worked with in came into sight. “ If I may ask, how did you get here?” Al says to her looking at an area of uncover buildings.
Her eyes seem to move to the side, as her form relaxes in the past that came flooding to her. A Smile enters on to her face. “ Amazing how far women have come since those days.” she pause in thought. “ my husband had died. I was young and another man came to me asking if I would go with him. It had been a friend of my husband. He knew that I helped my husband with keeping papers in order. His name was Fred.” she lets out a small laugh.
“ I think he was in love with me, but with what I had gone threw with my first husband..” she pauses as other memories come to. Remembering red marks across the face and left behind bruises from drunken stupors. Tear falling to wooden floor as she bend down to pick up broken glass, from a long battle during the night. An evil smile entered on to the queens lips. Laughing at what she had once kept secret from her long dead husband.
His eye brows crease down in the sudden change of her mood. “ What are you laughing about?” Al asks
“ Only if my husband knew the things that I could of done to him.” she smiles even more. “ I had a father who believed woman or no woman one should know how to defend one’s self. So, he taught me all that he knew. I could wield a sword just as well as any man could in those days. I knew how to get my opponent down on the ground with out even hurting them, or I knew how to brake a persons neck with in a blink of an eye.” she pauses in thought.
“ Then why didn’t you.” he asks knowing how his queen is now a days.
Laughing at the thought, “ Because if I would, I’d go to jail. Quicker then a man would for half killing his wife. It might of been ungentle men like to hit a woman but there were no laws that said that a man couldn’t. Yet, a woman in those days had to know her.” she tells him. Speaking up again, “ It was just how the times were Al. A wife did as she was told. Plane and simple.”
A hearty laugh came from Al’s mouth. Putting a happy smile on her face, “ Now, what is it that your laughing at.” Looking at her, “ Could you imagine your husband now trying to tell you to do something.” Just at the thought both laugh with the first fight that the king and queen had so many years ago.
Once the laughter had stopped, she kept walking along toward the building. Once upon the sight Al looks about to what looked as though it had been abandoned. “ It doesn’t seem as though they have done much.” Looking at a few of the still covered stone buildings. Al turns to her again. “How did he find you?”
Her eyes became sad, as her lips lost their smile. A single tear falls down the side of her cheek. “ Fred made sure I had a room to my self.” she pauses, “ It was hot as always but I was not use to the heat. I had to go rest one night after a long day of keeping notes for him.”

Sweat dripped down the side of her temples. With out looking she closes the door behind her. Turning around she felt a cool breeze blow into her room. Looking at the wall across the room, she notice that the window was left open. With questioned eyes the woman walks over to the window. Figuring that Fred had came in to ensure that it would be cool for her for the night, Sara shrugs her shoulders. Reaching behind her, Sara undoes the lace. Loosen up the dress and slipping all the clothing but a tight girdle. Letting it all drop to the floor.
Stepping out of the worn clothing, she heads her way to the bed room. In mid step Sara notices that the door to her sleeping quarter had been left half open. Slowly with fragile finger she opens the door all the way. Again she could feel a cool breeze come from an open window. Darkness filled the room. With feet and hands she feels her way to the vanity. Long match sticks still lay, from earlier, on top of the desk. With one quick swipe the stick come a flame. Taking the top from the lantern, she lights it, laminating the room. Placing the glass top back down and blowing out the match she turns around.
With a grate surprise, she finds her self not alone. Sara’s throat clench with in itself and her breath becomes still. Unable to scream, her nails claws the vanity behind her. With in a chair a man sits. Looking at him and the way he was dress, there was no way he could be a thief of some sort. With his looks and the way he just simply sat, she could tell that he was a well bread man. One with money and was the kind to make sure those around knew it. With in the palm of his hands was a cain with pure silver tips. Dark brown hair, with a few wisps of white strands was nicely combed back. Hazel green eyes were entrancing to look at.
“ I have a proposition to make to you dear lady.” he says with a deep calming voice. Stunned, Sara blinks a few times to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming. Slowly she says, “ Who are you and why are you in my room sir?” Waiting for an answer but there was none given. With no answer Sara speaks again, “ Please, leave my room. If you want to speak with me, you may ask for a moment of my time with the gentleman that I am with.”
Silence was still in the air. A few seconds later he speaks, “ I need not to ask for any thing dear lady. Would you like to know the proposition?” he says with that calming and almost intriguing voice. “ Leave or I will scream!” Sara says bravely. “ Go, scream my dear.” with that in a blink of an eye he disappears before her . Looking about, Sara takes a step closer to the chair.
She feels a strong hand on her shoulder, “ Some one will come in and I’ll be gone before they even get here.” his lips tells Sara, close to her ear.
“ Why do I know you?” she says to the mystery man behind her. Sara can feel her heart begin to race as his hands run down the length of her arms. Slowly they go to the center of her stomach. Pulling her in closer to him. Her breathing picks up, as her blood fiercely run threw her veins. Warmth of a sensation envelopes her entire body. A feeling that she had never felt before.
“Here is my proposition to you my dear. I will be taking you away from here. Come with me Sara.” he says to her.
For a second she felt as though her body could go completely limp with in his arms. The feeling of his touch and voice sent shivers up her spine. Realizing that he was about to take her some where unknown, she shakes her head from the spell that he seem to be casting on her.
“ No! No, I will not go with you.” abruptly Sara says to him while pulling from his grasp. Turning to him she looks into his eyes. “ I will ask one more time sir. Leave my room now!” putting a strong humph to her words.
“ If this his how you wish it to be darling...Then it shall be this way.” he tells Sara while stepping closer to her. Heart racing again with in her breast. Feeling as though it could pound right out of the place that it sits. Arms wrap around her waist. His lips comes close to hers but does not touch. Lingering before her, she begins to have a strong feeling to want to taste him.
“ I’m sorry dear that it has to be this way.” softly he speaks. Softness touches her lips. Her eyes go close. Blackness encases her vision and mind.

“ Sara! Sara!” she hears a voice but not the voice of her husband. Shaking her mind from the day dream she looks at who it was calling to her. Smiling at Al, “ I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
“ Is this where the door is suppose to be.” he asks his queen.
Sara looks at the mound of sand with a small opening to it. “ Yes, if you just swipe away the sand around the opening you’ll see the symbols.” she says to him while retrieving a sharp blade from the inside of her cloak. “ Al step away from the door once your done clearing the sand. I’m not sure what will happen once I place the blood into the symbols.” Sara tells him while walking closer to the arch way.
Nodding his head after swiping away the last bit of sand. He watches his best friend walk up to the door way, “ My queen that will take a lot of blood. Are you sure you will be able to give so much and be okay with in.” he says stepping closer to her.
Whipping her head around, “ Al I told you not to come close.” turning her head back to her object of desire.
Placing the blade across her wrist, Sara presses hard into the skin. Like butter the knife cuts deep. Blood runs down the blade and onto the other wrist. She allows to soak up her blood. Every thirteen different symbol of a forgotten language. In a time when letter had no meaning.
With the last letter Sara falls down to her knee. Weak from the lost of blood. Taking more then she had thought. Down on her knees her head bows. Blond curls dangle by her face. Covering the tear stain cheeks. It didn’t hurt to slice her wrist open. A fear crept up. A fear of not knowing if what she’s about to do will work. Fear, that she may never find the love of her life. The light that brings her the most joy.
Quickly from behind Sara feels Al’s hands on her. “ My queen, my friend, please let me help you.” he begs her.
Shaking her head, “ No!”
For the first time he disobeys a direct order. Bitting into his wrist, he allows the blood to drip before her face. Shaking her head again, “ No!” Sara angrily snaps.
With a sigh he says to her, “ I’m sorry Sara.” pulls back her head. Forcing his wrist to her lips. Knowing with just a taste that she won’t be able to resist.
As he had thought Sara laches onto the open wound. Drinking the value of ones life. Feeling the precious liquid flow down her throat. Craving and needing every drop. Not wanting to let go. Sara did not stop drinking until she saw her friend drop to his knees. Pulling herself from him.
“ Oh, God Al! I’m so sorry” she scream in panic. With a smile, Al looks up at her, “I’ll be okay. Finish the job.” With that Sara helps him to a safe place from the door way.
With an old tong she begins to chant. Allowing the chant to blend into English. I am her to day to state that I am looking for my love. For love is my reason to call upon the door way to enter into what is beyond.
With a flash of bright light the symbols vibrate brightly one at a time. Getting to the top most, the entrance becomes as black as night. Turning to Al Sara speaks, “ I will be back. I promise. Make sure things are in order. Prepare for the worst and the best my friend.” Seeing a nod from Al.
Sara steps threw the door way.

amazing as always my angel

Wow. I can't wait to hear more. =D