Introduction to Violin: A GiftThe PrinceMore Like This
Val. Valiant. Call me as you will.
A poem about oneself? A self-portrayal in that format? Forgive me but I am certainly not so vain. Besides, there is nothing to tell that cannot be read in what is written in the following pages this is a gift from me to you.
My love, my prince. And I am all yours. Forever and always.
I lie awake, alone,
Wishing I was with you.
Of your lips, your touch.
Of long nights in your arms.
Of your fervent, whispered words,
And your breath on my skin.
And dream of you.
I met you first of the three. And it didnt take long for me to fall for you. You call yourself mopey and miserable, you find yourself unattractive. Youre so insecure about yourself that I feel myself desperate to convince you otherwise by any means. To me you are perfect, you are beautiful, inside and out. As you dont believe it, Im going to spend my life with you, showing you that you are.
TrapsWhy do this? His voice is soft in my ear, warm breath tickling the skin as the words slip into my head. Why walk in fear of the darkness when you can become the darkness? Take the offer of my lady, it is a generous one.More Like This
I set my jaw and hiss a no. back, my voice sounding more certain than I feel.
The presence by my side withdraws, but not completely, somewhere in the inky gloom I feel him still, a watchful eye trained on my clumsy movements.
I take a deep breath and reach out with my arms, feeling around me for something solid from which to gain my bearings. A wall startles me with its rough surface for a moment before I recognise it, and I start down the path I think is before me, one hand brushing the rough stonework to keep me from being turned about by my blindness.
The slightest pressure on my ankle as I step forward, and I drop instantly to the ground, the hair-thin tripwire snapping at my merest touch. I feel the air move above me as something
Why Do You Do That?Why do you do that?More Like This
Alexis didnt pause in his meal; he knew that the owner of that nasal voice had intended to surprise him, but he had known of a third presence in the room long before he had started playing with his food.
He let the body drop limply onto the lush carpet when he was good and ready, and turned to face the intruder slowly, holding his hands out far from his sides, palms out.
Oh no, hes found me. He said dryly.
Lucius shook his head and dropped from his crouching position on the ceiling above one of the wide French windows, barely making a sound as his feet touched down on the soft floor.
Yeah, and if I can so can others. He said, turning to move the heavy sash covering the glass and peer out over the manicured lawns. Everything was still in the early morning darkness, not even night animals came near this house.
Perhaps they really can sense evil thought Lucius as he turned back to an empty room.
Now, now Luci
Good PeopleA young woman sat on the large, faded couch, sinking slowly into the cracked leather. She took a glance around the expansive reception room, and her eyes fell upon a crucifix hanging on the wall.More Like This
Are you a religious man? she asked over the rim of her now almost empty wine glass.
Alexis turned his head to follow her gaze to the relic, a reminder of past occupants of the old house. He smiled, his closed lips turning up in amusement.
I dont think you could call me that, no. he said, turning back to face her.
He studied her as she inclined her head to drink, watching her neck move as the last drop of wine slid down her throat. She noticed him staring, and he quickly turned his attention away from her skin, indicating the opened bottle on the counter. She nodded and held out the glass for him to take.
As he walked over to the counter, she spoke again, trying to break the heavy, ancient silence of the room.
Well you must believe in something, surely?