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XxMeli NightlyxX
06 May 2009 @ 04:26 am
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Gundam Wing, they belong to their respective creators. This is strictly fan-based.
Beautiful Lie
By
XxMeli J NightlyxX
 
Chapter 1: Geminate

Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.
Ralph Waldo Emerson


She had gotten everything that her heart desired with an attitude of, ‘I always get what I want’. That’s how she got her husband, her family and everything else she owned. Her father taught her that way, a Peacecraft always gets what is desired. But somehow now she wanted something else and nothing of what she currently had. Yes, she was lucky, beautiful, important, well mannered, envied, and Selena Peacecraft was also utterly bored.

Selena secured the towel that was wrapped around her body and sat down in front of her vanity mirror, the reflection of an annoyed and tired woman stared back at her. She scowled, displeased at what she was seeing, not even the mirror could lie about how she really felt. Brushing her honey brown hair over and over couldn’t take away the fact that she was sick of everything; her life, her family and her job.

There was one thing that made her happy though, and when that thought came to her mind a small malicious curl formed on her lips. Oh yes, she had been waiting a whole month for that small piece of happiness in her life and it was happening today. As she looked at the time she increased her pace and got done with dressing herself as quickly as she could. The outfit had been chosen the previous night, it was a wine colored dress that sensually tightened to her every curve; a dress that her husband loved to see her wear. Only this time it wasn’t her husband who would be enjoying the wonderful sight. She put on light make-up only to enhance her beautiful European features.

The last thing she grabbed was her coat and her cashmere bag and headed out of her room. She stopped abruptly when her small son entered her room without any warning.

The blond child looked up at her with the most expressive deep blue eyes he could muster. “Mommy where are you going?” he asked afraid that she might be going somewhere on the day she promised would be dedicated to his sister, his father and him.

Selena took a deep breath and looked at her child, however not in a loving manner but rather displeased of having to deal with explaining herself.

“I have to work,” she replied bluntly.

“But you promised! You said today you would stay with us!! Daddy will be back soon… you said you didn’t have to work today… you said it…” the boy’s blue eyes began to fill with tears. He rubbed them off and looked once again at his mother, he couldn’t understand why she kept on breaking her promises, but even so he still thought she was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. Though today you could say she had gone over the top, making the little boy tense with her leaving, especially since she wasn’t going out with his father.

She forced a smile and patted his head, “Charles honey, you’re old enough to understand that I can’t help it when they call me. I have important meetings that I can’t say no to.”

A hint of anxiety came over her when she saw her wrist watch for the thousandth time. She bent down slightly, being aware of not wrinkling her dress and slightly kissed Charles on the forehead, “take care of your little sister while I’m gone.”

Charles watched as his mother walked away from him once more, like always. She never had time for them nor did she seem to want to make any.

As she reached the front door she stopped and reached for her designer sun glasses in her purse. Pegan smiled kindly, like he always did, “The car is waiting Miss Selena.” She had order him to call her like he always had, not by her married name, Pegan gladly complied to her every wish. “What should I tell ?”

Selena placed her index finger on her chin in thought, what will the excuse be this time?

“Make up something for me Pegan, I honestly don’t care what he has to say later on. Just make sure you tell me what you say to him so I don’t say something else.” She smirked, her mischief hidden behind the beige tainted sun glasses.

The faithful butler could only frown as he watched her get into the automobile. She has everything but she’s still not happy, he thought. It made him sad to see the once sweet child turn into an uncaring and bitter woman. Never could he have imagined she would want to throw everything she had accomplished in the gutter, but he would stick by her never the less.
X.x.x.X

“Mother I bought the medicine you needed,” the girl with honey blond hair said sweetly. It pained her to see her mother in such a state, yet she made an effort to hide her feelings and smiled like everything was all right.

“Thank you… honey… how did you get the money?” She could barely speak; the woman was barely an empty shell of her former self.

“Dr. Jared said I could pay him later, so don’t worry, I’ll have the money by the end of the month.” She reassured her mother while she looked for a cup where to dissolve the expensive pills, for the sick woman could not even swallow. After preparing it she leaned close enough so that she could take the medicine, “Dr. Jared said he would be by later to check on you.”

“God bless his kind soul,” her mother whispered and the girl nodded. “Thomas came by,” she said as best as she could.

The girl wiped her mother’s lips and caressed her forehead. “I’ll stop by his house before work, he’s been distant lately.”

“He loves you honey…” she coughed and continued, “he’s going to marry you and you will have a beautiful family together. I am just glad you won’t be alone once I’m gone.”

Her words were somber, but meant them with her heart. Leaving her daughter alone in the world was something she did not want especially in their current situation.

“Don’t say that, you’re going to get better. I just know it!” The girl looked up to the ceiling to conceal the tears that wanted to come out of her blue eyes. She had never met her father and her stepfather had bailed out on them taking with him all the savings her mother had and along with the house scripts that they owned in a space colony. Now they were forced to live on Earth in the lower class part of the Sanc Kingdom, a friend had offered them a small place near the seaside after the war. Having nowhere else to go, they took it gladly. She placed a light kiss on her mother’s forehead, “I have to go to work now.”

She grabbed her bag and ran out of the house tears finally free falling from her beautiful eyes. The sea breeze air comforted her and dried her tears. She looked at the never-ending ocean, wondering if anything would ever change.

Leaving her thoughts aside, she remembered Thomas and began walking to his house. She knocked but no one answered. She decided to let herself in to leave a small package filled with cookies she had in her bag that she made especially for him. A gasp escaped her lips at a horrible sight and the cookies were freed from her hands; falling down in what she thought was slow motion… her eyes opened wide and time stopped.

X.x.x.X

“So Sherry, what makes you think you could work for me?” Dorothy asked while sitting at the edge of her desk with poise.

“Umm… it’s Carrie…” The girl with auburn hair shyly replied.

Dorothy rolled her eyes in annoyance. As Carrie was about to continue, Dorothy’s office phone rang. She gracefully picked it up and ignored the girl, “What is it?”

“It’s the Vice Foreign Minister; she says she would like to speak to you, should I let her through?” Her secretary asked warily.

The blond woman sighed, “Yes, put her on the line.”

“Dorothy, why on earth would you keep me on hold?”

“Lena dear, I am not in the mood to hear you bitch. What is it now?”

“Well you either didn’t get it in the right position or that man of yours didn’t want to screw you today.” Selena said jokingly. Not realizing she had hit the spot, Dorothy’s eyes fumed with anger as she looked at the phone.

“So are you at home with your beautiful family?” Dorothy mused.

“Don’t remind me… and actually no. That’s why I’m calling; I have to meet my slice of heaven today.”

“Really?” She cocked an eyebrow with interest. “Wait, the theater guy again?”

“Yes, I just can’t get enough of him.”

“Well, for a shitty actor he’s definitely doing something right with you or more likely doing you right. Isn't that right darling?.”

“Honestly Dorothy do you have to put it like that?”

“Oh don’t take it too seriously. So what do you plan on telling your loving husband this time? You’re conspicuously becoming a great actress too.” She grinned.

“Well I need you to tell him I’m in a meeting with the Colonies Ambassadors, if he calls that is.”

'I’ll help you as long as it is convenient for me'. There was a slight smirk on Dorothy’s lips, “Sure, anything for my best friend.”

“Thank you so much Dorothy. You are going to heaven… well at least for a while and then they will most likely realize the mistsend you back to hell,” she cackled.

“I despise you. But then again you’re right,” she agreed and laughed. 'If you only knew my dear Lena that the only reason I’m going to hell is for making your husband scream my name when he’s in my boudoir.' An evil grin appeared on her face making even Carrie fidgety of being present.

There was a moment of silence. “Selena are you there?”

“Dorothy I’ll talk to you later…”

There was a hang up tone on Dorothy’s end. She shrugged and placed the phone in its original place.

“So, Mary, do go on.” She motioned her hand at Carrie to continue. The girl just sighed in acceptance.

X.x.x.X

Selena was in the bathroom of the Grand Liston Hotel. She had just shut off her cell phone and was now standing in front of the mirror with a perplexed impression. A young woman her age, with similar hair color, same height and frightening same features as hers, was beside her doing her best as she scrubbed the sink squeaky clean.

“You,” she extends her hand enough to catch the young woman’s attention. Achieving what she wanted, the young maid turns and bows respectfully as she had been told to do.

“How may I help you?” She asked politely and gasped when without any kind of warning Selena grabbed her by the chin and examined her thoroughly. Her eyes were red and swollen like she had been crying. Her hands were damaged, probably from all the chemicals in the cleaning products she used. But even under all that...

“You look just like me…” Selena stared at her in awe.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” she responded quite timidly.

“See for yourself,” Selena ordered making her look in the vast mirror.

“I still don’t understand my lady…” the girl hadn’t notice at all who she was talking to, in fact she couldn’t even see well. Her eyes were blurry from the mix of tears and chemicals.

The classy woman released her, “Wash your face.” The young maid did what she was told and after rinsing out, in front of her stood out the most delicate hand she had ever seen holding out an elaborated, fancy handkerchief.

“I can’t… I will get it dirty…” she raised a hand to deny the item.

“Did I ask you if you want to take it or not?” Her blue eyes rolled in exasperation, “No, I didn’t. So take it… you are paid to do what I tell you to,” was her rude addition.

The girl took it warily and wiped off the water particles from her soft looking face. Selena stared in admiration once again as she watched the girl’s clean façade… there was no mistaking it now.

“Well luck is definitely on my side, as always…” she thought to herself out loud and grinned.

“You’re… Selena Peacecraft!” She managed to stutter while watching the elegant woman in front of her. Never could she have imagined meeting her… well sure she would visit places like the Grand Liston Hotel, but then again she owned the most gorgeous chateaus on earth. Selena Peacecraft was royalty to the Sanc Kingdom.

“I’m glad you recognized me… it’s unbelievable they don’t confuse you with me in some way…”

The girl was taken aback, “Of course not, why would they? You’re so elegant and poised. Raised in the finest ways… you’re First-Class.... I’m vintage.”

“Well, that I can see. It is pretty obvious, but even so…” Selena touched her face once again, “Your skin is well taken care of and even under ‘that’ hideous uniform, it seems you are in pretty good shape. It is clear however you will never be as fabulous as I am… but even so your resemblance to me is remarkable.”

The girl moved back and laughed nervously at Selena’s comments, “Resemblance, to you? I’m sorry madam, but are you sure you're feeling alright?”

“Are you calling me crazy?” She accused.

“Ah…no!” the maid girl waved her hands frantically,”It’s just that it’s impossible-“

“Impossible? There is nothing impossible for Selena Peacecraft. Your hair is similar…only a little lighter than mine and a bit longer also,” again she turned her around so both were faced to the mirror, “Your eyes are practically the same color too… you know if we took out those hideous braids you have on your hair, teach you how to speak and walk properly. You very well may fool someone into being me.”

“Oh dear Lord… I would never do such a thing!” She looked appalled.

Selena laughs tauntingly at the girls remark, “You really are something else… you look like me, yet you are nothing like me. Either way I might need you for one of my wild ideas… in fact I have an idea right now.” She quickly locked the bathroom door and then returned to where she was standing before and placed a finger to her chin in a roguish manner, “get undressed.”

“What?!” The girl grabbed her chest afraid of what she was planning on doing with her.

“I am not going to violate you… I like men okay! Big strong men… I want you to put on my clothes.”

“What…your clothes?” She asked confused.

“Yes are you deaf? Or are you just educationally impaired?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that everything seems so surreal,” she explained timidly, still hugging her chest.

Selena took a deep breath, “In any case what is your name?”

“Relena… Relena Darlian.” She blushed.

“Ha, that’s just amusing. Your name is even similar to mine… maybe you’re my twin… no that would be impossible. You’re just a nice coincidence…” She encircled Relena like a lion does to its prey. “Another thing…”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t you supposed to keep guests happy? Wouldn’t you lose your job, oh I don’t know, if someone influential as me complained about you?”

“You wouldn’t?” Relena asked hopefully, but knew very well the answer.

“Try me,” was the simple yet defiant response.

Relena was now officially terrified; she was being blackmailed for her looks. It wasn’t enough with what she had to go through today now she had to deal with being someone’s look alike and a psychotic one at that.

The day just seemed to be getting better and better, well at least for Selena Peacecraft that is. What with all her scheming and deceptions, she had now just found a new toy to help her out, whether she wanted to or not.

“Now dear, will you please remove your clothes… or will I have to do it for you?” Selena stated menacingly.

They each entered a different bathroom stall and swapped clothes. Selena took no time in fitting into the maids outfit. Relena however was having a hard time fixing the tight dress, for she had never wore anything like it, she ran her fingers through the fabric, it was like something she had only imagine would feel like. The satin and silky fabric flowed through her body and tightened to her every curve just like it did to its former owner.

“Are you done?” Selena knocked on Relena’s door.

The girl came out and kept pulling down the dress, “Is it supposed to be so revealing?”

“Yes it is, Mother Teresa…” the half hearted woman joked, “Now stop pulling it down, you’re going to ruin it.”

She quickly put her hands to her sides, “I’m sorry!”

“Don’t apologize; Selena Peacecraft apologizes to no one. Now… put these shoes on,” she handed her high heel designer shoes and put on Relena’s tennis like shoes. “These are really awful… but comfortable.”

“These are very pretty, but they hurt!” The young maid bellowed as she clumsily tried to take steps.

“My eyes hurt from watching you walk. If that’s what you call walking.” She sighed and helped her to the mirror.

“Let’s get rid of these horrid things,” she said voice tainted in antipathy. She reached for her braids that were crossed on the back of her head that gave her a crown like effect. Relena touched her hair wavy strands were left from the two braids.

“Amazing,” Selena said while she watched her, it was like looking into a mirror. “Since I don’t use that much makeup, you’re practically all set.” Last but not least she placed lip gloss on her pink lips and with a nod of approval she turned her around.

Relena was speechless and lacking air. The change was remarkable, she looked different and now she too believed she was somewhat the spitting image of the girl standing beside her. She touched the mirror to see if it was true or if she was only dreaming. A loud knock interrupted her, “Relena, are you in there? What are you doing? Open up girl! If I find out you’re the one in there you will be in so much trouble!” The voice fumed from outside.

Relena’s face turned pale, more than it already was. Her royal highness however was calm, she took a deep breath and winked at her before opening the door.

“Relena… didn’t I tell you not to lock the doo-“a woman in her mid forties barged in and stopped immediately as soon as her eyes laid on Relena, “Your highness!” She bowed to her.

As Relena was about to shake her hands to stop her, Selena made a sign for her to not interrupt and to play along. Then she remembered she was no longer Relena Darlian but playing the role of Selena Peacecraft. So far so good, the woman seemed to have bought it… but would someone else? Is this the beginning of lessons in lying? A common denomination is to define a lie as a statement that isn’t true. But a little reflection will show that things are more complicated than this. For there are different types of lies and even if they are innocent and beautiful they are still lies.

To be continued…

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Thanks to my awesome beta ConquerorAlexander and for taking the time! TOM!

A/N: I started this fic for the Muse Bunny convention; it is the first chapter out of 12 chapters. The next chapters will be based upon the five words and/or phrases they give me at the convention. I hope it is to your liking. Please review I would like to know what you think for I am still trying to figure out where this story is going. It’s not an average sappy AU story however.


If you have any more questions don’t hesitate to ask.

Blessings to all reviewers, readers and writers!
 
 
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XxMeli NightlyxX
05 May 2009 @ 03:19 am
Notes for my new Ronin Warriors Fic.

Pure as New York Snow
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Meli J Nightly


His blue eyes were lost gazing out to the noisy city from the cathedral window. However in there everything seemed so peaceful. As if in another world apart from the city that never sleeps. The sky was gray, that should have been enough of a sign. But what kind... he loved it when the day was dark and gloomy, so it could've been a good sign.

20 minutes late...

That is still okay, he thought. Looking at the faces of his five best men, he gained back just a tad bit more confidence that it was truly happening. He had managed to book the Saint Patricks Cathedral, the place that his future wife to be longed to be married in. How he had managed to get that cathedral in Madison Ave was still beyond him, all he knew was that his friends specially a particular famous blond one had pulled some string to get that done. It shocked him since after all he was one to try and sway him out of getting married. With one fact in mind: They were too young.

30 minutes late...

But he knew what he wanted and he wanted her. She was the only woman he could ever love, he felt it that way. Her silky dark blue hair that flowed like a waterfall up to her thighs and those beautiful big dark blue eyes were enough to take the breathe away of any man that laid eyes on her. He fell head over heels not only for her unique beauty but also for her intelligence and ambition. They shared many things in common, something he rarely found in people. There was no way he could want anyone else and he felt the luckiest man on earth when she decided to go for coffee with him that snowy December. And one year from that, he felt like the luckiest man in the Universe when she said yes to his marriage proposal. It was everything he wanted, nothing could possibly go wrong.

45 minutes late...

There was one thing he had come to learn about his true love and that was— “She's never late...” The words were barely audible but enough to catch the two remaining best man's attention. Where had the other two gone? Had he been so caught up in his own thoughts that he had not seen them leave? “Hey buddy, don't stress. I'm sure she'll show up.” Kento encouraged him. Ryo nodded in agreement with his friend. But even those words of incentive didn't change the fact that the bride was now an hour late.
 
 
XxMeli NightlyxX
03 September 2008 @ 12:22 am



    By

       Meli J Nightly

Silence, is something I was not fond of. Memories overflow and even if so I had no burdens to bear, my unconsciousness was always active and aware of many things that I had yet to learn. I had no reason to dislike silence or fear it, for those who fear it, they are most likely running from themselves or the hurtful lessons of the past. I however, am not running away from neither. In fact I was not running away at all. To the people who raised me I was perfect, even if I lacked many things, they always said-- “We love you.” How I wish I could’ve said those words back to them yet all I could do was be silent and smile. My voice was always silent, yet my feelings were always loud.Read On )

While thinking of unimportant things, I looked at the clock which marked two ‘o clock. I sighed. My eyes wandered to the window; the sun hid beneath the grey clouds, which embedded the sky with a dim and gloomy sight. I found myself in the comforts of my bed, in my room, in silence. My room walls were thin enough so I could hear most of the things being done or said downstairs. Sometimes I could indistinctly perceive sounds of pans sizzling when my grandmother was cooking. Other times I could hear my grandfather scream for some toilette paper. He never checked if there was any when he entered the restroom. I didn’t mind them at all, because I appreciated the noise they made, I liked to hear them talk and argue. After all, I was not a writer and I hated to read so there was no way I could have been distracted by any of those things. All I had were vague and silent thoughts.

Despite being lost in my random rationalization, talking to myself was probably the only thing that was left for me to do, however that would’ve been impossible. I discarded my foolish inward debates, as I could feel my eyes become drowsy and my eyelids heavy. I was able to hear my grandpa who loudly asking for some paper again, “Darn it, can you get me some paper Wilma?!” And my grandma of course shushing him in a tone she believed to be whispering, “Be quiet! Can’t you see the child is probably taking her nap?” I smiled at the thought of still being their child, when I was probably too old and too young for such naps in the afternoon. I was at the age of true energy or so I’ve been told, but I didn’t care after all my bed had been teasing me at those hours those past days, that I was left with no choice but to give in to it’s invitation of sleep, and I did.

Once again I slipped into the depths of the unknown of my dark imagination. It was the same image of me looking at the clock, which marked four o’clock on the dot and then I could see my loving grandmother standing in a long and dark hallway. Only it just didn’t seem like her at all. Her eyes were filled with hate and insanity embedded her once sweet and soft façade. I had a feeling I had been there before, I had seen all of it before too.

“I want no part of it anymore… I want it to stop,” I screamed. Ah, yes it was then that I understood it was a nightmare. Still it did not stop; it never did until she approached me and all I could end up feeling was a sharp pain. I fall on my knees and looked at her eyes different from the demoniac sight that was before and which were now filled with sorrow.

I woke up, as I always did, sweaty and breathless. I tried my best to make out the numbers in my faithful clock, my eyes could’ve fooled me however, but still I believe it said three fifty. I have been waking up at the same hour and had been having the same dream for these past couple days. Nevertheless, I found myself lost as to what it was supposed to mean. Each time I woke up from having that dream, I was drained, physically and emotionally. And even though it was a nightmare, part of it seemed like a dream, it was the first dream in which I could speak… or rather scream. Whether it was disturbing or not, the fact that I managed to use my voice made me not think about it in a negative way. I laid back and closed my eyes once again, wanting to dream of something more pleasant, but I found myself not able to shake away the nightmare like I had done before. It was just ridiculous to even consider that my unconscious would assemble such a thing; my grandmother loved me too much to even think that she would want to hurt me.

I was torn away from my defensive thoughts once more, for which I was thankful… except that there was an exuberant amount of noise going on downstairs. With my eyes still closed I tried to just listen.

Sounds of pans falling, plates too.

Awkward, I thought, yet made no move to go and see. Not until I heard a frightening scream that is. It was my grandfather. I sat up in my bed as quickly as I could manage to. Yet I considered that maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, maybe it was the misty influence of the atmosphere, a recollection of my nightmare. But then… a scream of pain and agony, I also heard. It was coming from my grandmother. My heart began to pound, anxiety breaks in and I find myself numb, unable to move.

I cannot say how long I was there, shocked, lost and bewildered. Loud, forced footsteps made their way up the stairway, panting getting heavier, and closer as it reached the second floor and headed towards my closed bedroom door. Somehow I was compelled to look at my clock as if someone was telling me to do so. What seemed like hours had just been minutes! Only two minutes to four. The knob turned and I was able to move once again. It didn’t help much for my brain was at a loss for coherent thought. All I could do was get up and wait to see what was in store for me at the other side of the door.

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach, which twisted and warned of returning my last eaten meal. I placed my hand on my mouth to prevent nothing but a reflexive gasp as I watched her standing in front of me, drenched in blood, skin from her left arm having been ripped out as if she had been chewed on. A nightmare- was all I could think of --It must be. This can’t be real. She locked the door, spoke no word and I couldn’t utter a single syllable or scream for the life of me. 

An icy chill ran through my body. She approached me like she had done in my dreams so many times before.

I kept telling myself --it’s just a dream, a bad dream. Every part of my body shook. I was terrified beyond belief, which was different from my dream in which I showed no feelings of being scared. I slowly found myself reaching for her, tears falling from my eyes as I gazed upon the person who had raised me. Her face began to pale and singularly trying her best to balance herself. The anticipation had caught on; I finally let go and reached for my bed sheets to cover her arm. Even though the blood barely squirmed out of her arm, it was certain that she had lost it for good.

I tried my best to compose myself yet I still had no way to ask her what was going on, I was a wreck, a nervous wreck. And once I turned around I was in pain… a pain I could remember quite well. What I had not perceived was that her right hand had been hidden all along and it was then I knew why. But still the reason as to why she had done it remained uncertain for me as I searched in her light brown eyes for an answer.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered in a raspy tone.

As always, I was pained even more for not being able to even ask why this was being done to me, for I had no voice to even scream from the sharp throbbing ache inside my abdomen. I moved away with the best of my ability but she still had her hand held tight on the kitchen knife and as I moved backwards to the bed. The knife was pulled out of me. My eyes grew wide open as I touched the blood running down my clothes, to my legs and onto my feet. Was I supposed to die this way?

While I got up my grandmother plopped down on the floor crying and screaming, “I’m sorry!” I didn’t believe her apologies; I couldn’t even believe that they were meant for me. What had she done to me? Without listening to anything else I made my way to the door, she frantically tried to stop me but was already too weak to do anything. I opened the door. I wanted to see if my grandfather was all right and before I had gone out she spoke once again. “Don’t go out… they’re coming… there is nothing left to do.” I was puzzled by this, but all I could think was that she had snapped and probably had stabbed my grandfather like she had done to me.

I walked out slowly holding my wounded abdomen as I did. Oddly as I got closer and closer to the staircase I heard a chewing-like sound. As if a wild pack of animals were there ripping through bones and chewing as hard as they could, blood was beginning to catapult to my mouth mixing itself with my saliva while I imagined the unimaginable. I peeked by the edge of the staircase…

But not even in the most sinister and gruesome hole of what I call imaginable could I have relented to think that such a scene could ever be displayed in front of my eyes. How wrong, had I been? By far I would not even commence to describe how far off I was. Because what my eyes had gotten a hold of was that they were in no way animals of any kind, they were people.

Neighbors I had known my whole life, neighbors who I knew no longer, all gathered in a group feasting on the flesh of my grandfather. Ripping through him like he was some kind of prey lions had gotten a hold of. No, even lions have grace when killing of their prey. They were morbidly eating him, bite after bite, fighting for what was left of him. Torturing as they ripped through each limb. Too late had I placed a hand over my mouth once again this time to hold back the rush of blood with my last meal that had wanted to come out ever since I saw her. Her… I thought. I scurried as softly as I could back into my room. She was on the floor, her back resting on the wall, which was painted red with her blood; she was dying. Before I got close to her, I dragged myself to a corner my hands and feet were already going numb. I let out the mixture of blood and food that had been forming in my intestines. I cried but could not scream, and how did I long to scream; to scream out my rage and agony.

I soon became dizzy. My grandmother knew very well where to wound me and I wouldn’t have expected less from her. She had been a nurse when she was younger and as much as it hurt at first I was starting to not feel anything. I went over and sat next to her, grabbed her hand and waited our end together. Not too long passed when a rampage of footsteps coming up the stairs and close to my bedroom door was heard; I knew it was them. She squeezed my hand as best as she could in fear. I closed my eyes and prayed that it was all still a nightmare.

It wasn’t. I tried to hug my grandmother but was unable to move, I was numb and I couldn’t feel her hand in mine anymore, which she was still holding to my surprise. I looked up once I saw them inside my room. My neighbors, who no longer looked anything like their former selves but instead pale and disfigured, with fresh blood dripping down their chins and clothes and coagulated blood on ripped off skin like they had also been chewed on. They were monsters. They were dead.

They grabbed her first and as much as I wanted to do something, there was nothing I could do. I watched as they sank their teeth into her skin, my sight became blurrier and even if my hearing had also been affected echoes of her scream rang in my head. Another two grabbed me next. I cringed awaiting for the pain I was going to feel. As I opened my dazed eyes and saw them gnawing on my legs and arms, I was relieved that I could feel no pain. There was nothing left in me, I could still hear her screaming however, and that hurt me even more. A small gap was left in between the dead man who was chewing on my arm and the one who was eating my grandmother. She looked at me and I looked back at her.

I finally understood why she did what she did. To feel love and not being able to say it, can be helped by expressing it. But to feel pain and not being able to scream is like drowning without any hopes of anyone saving you. She knew, my grandmother; my second mother. No. My mother… she didn’t want me to suffer. And with her last breath, she mouthed, “I love you.” I did not have any strength in me to mouth anything back so I did what I always did; I smiled as I faded into the darkness. It was my silent gratitude…

 
 
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XxMeli NightlyxX
29 August 2008 @ 02:49 am
Paws and Baby Feet (Original OneShot)

This fic is for a contest called Baby Feet- A Fiction Contest at The Muse Bunny, the story has to be inspired by a picture of baby feet. I got the idea so decided to enter it. Hope everyone else enjoys it!

It's a bit Disney-ish if you ask me. But you will make your own opinion of it, I would love some feedback. It's my first attempt at a cutesy like one-shot.

Word count: 4,095

READ NOW! )


 
 
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XxMeli NightlyxX
28 August 2008 @ 12:59 am
If you need a well developed character profile sheet, I have one that is very detailed. If you don't like long ones then you can just take out the parts you don't like. But it can give you a great insight into your character, you might be amazed by the new things you can develop.

 
 
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XxMeli NightlyxX
23 August 2008 @ 05:44 pm

This is my first original work... it's still in progress

Genres: Romance, Supernatural, Mystery, Comedy

Summary: Lloyd is a twenty six year old man who cannot let go of his girlfriend’s death, being that she died in strange circumstances; he is left with unanswered questions and odd things happening around him. He decides to seek help from a girl, Angelique, who hates her gift and calls it a curse. When Angelique tells him she hates being in contact with spirits and in no means will she help him. Lloyd decides that they have to help each other mutually. Between friendly and hostile spirits will they find the answer both are looking for?

 

X.x.x.X

 

SLEEPING AWAKE

 

Prologue

She accelerated as much as she could, but no matter how fast she was going, there was no way of losing him. Exasperated she looks back at the rearview only to see that he is right behind her.

“Leave me alone!” She screams as loud as she can all in desperation. Trying to zig-zag her way out she decides to drive in between lanes, but so does her torment. He was mimicking her every move, at one point he stands side by side with his car. He makes a sign telling her to pull back, but this only adds to her anxiety.

 

 
 
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XxMeli NightlyxX
22 August 2008 @ 12:00 am
Well here is some information about me. I doubt that it's important but any who if you do care then might as well look... if I forget about anything I'll modify it later

Real Name: Melissa

Pen Name(s): Meli J Nightly, XxDutchia NightxX. Night of Mimi

Nick Names: Meli, Melo, MJ, Misha (my brother calls me that), Mimi (my friend made that up said it was cute).

Age: 20

Well I love to write obviously that's why I'm here. I'm also enjoying it here because I find that most people I meet here are pretty cool and have various things in common with me. Trust me when I say girls don't usually get along with me, it's like a freaking curse, I usually get along better with guys and I'm not even a tom boy, so they say that's why girls don't get along with me much. But still my best friend is a girl... but it took us a while to realize that we were best friends and that we could trust each other. I don't trust very easily either... well not that it matters over here, that's why I like the Internet I guess... there's no need to involve deeper emotions or big bonds of trust if you don't want to.

Well I'm off topic... I think. As you can see I like using the three periods a lot (...) I have no idea why I always use them. In my work you will notice that it happens a lot too. I probably use them more then an average writer. ;D

I am pretty weird, strange, psychotic at times. I have a rare sleeping disorder which another friend has also so we're both pretty rare, I don't feel lonely though. Mmmh... I analyze things, a lot. I think about a lot of things, a lot. Life and death for example. I may seem serious at times, but I can also be a goof ball, so I have those weird tendencies to change my personality at times... amm yeah.

You can ask me anything you want I always answer truthfully I really don't like "beating around the bush" too much when it comes to serious matters, or serious questions. If you just want to chat I'm here also, I'm not an expert on many things but in whatever I know I will not hold back that information. Want to talk about your drama, life, I'm a good listener but not the best chatter probably. Or maybe I am after all I didn't think my profile would be this long. :o

And yes, I consider this long. Because I really didn't think I would have much to say, but I guess I do. Even though right now I'm sure I'm just being pretty random and this probably has nothing to do with my profile... so I don't know if you're still reading... I wouldn't be mad if you aren't... after all this is just lame ranting... and again you can see I'm using the three dots... dot dot dot... I love the three dots ... I have an obsession with using the three dots...

Okay that's it for the mindless and useless information, anything else you would like to know then feel free to ask [image] [image]

My work: http://www.fanfiction.net/~xxmelijnightlyxx

I have an account on mediaminer.org but it's the same work you will find on fanfiction.net.

This is the profile I created at The Muse Bunny site, I'm just too lazy to type up a new one. I thought it would be a good idea to start a page here to display mostly my original work and maybe some fan-fiction soon enough. I hope I can get feed back from other writer's as well.

Thanks for reading!

Blessings to all readers, writers and to those who leave comments!
 
 
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