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Game On
So I read a fic, that Sallie recently posted on one of her journals and for some reason this came into my head.
This is a bit of an experiment, as its pretty much the first time I've tried writing in the first person. So yeah.. hoping it works ok. Any feedback appreciated :)
Game On
It had been a while since I last stepped foot in Oxford. Ever since the year in America I have had so little time to myself. My career as magician, actor, and now philanthropist, had occupied my nights almost exclusivity for four years and made it almost impossible to enjoy a night such as this.
The deal hadn't been struck with the company yet, but they'd been pleading for a third season for so long now, I couldn't see them not agreeing to my demands, however huge they might happen to be. Really I should have been working on reassembling my Dream Team of illusion designers that night, perhaps scouting out a few new ones. I'd certainly met enough potential genius's at the recent FISM World Magic Championships in London. Still my sire had called last night and asked me to come join her today, and I could never refuse a request from her. My redeemer. My lifegiver. My perfect, immortal muse.
It had been less than a week since I'd last seen her but as I walked down the cobblestones outside St. Hughs, my dead heart was skipping metaphorical beats. As I drew closer into her presence, I could feel myself longing more and more to be united with her again, to drown myself in the inspiration she would flood my life with without even trying.
It was exhilarating to be able to walk through the streets unrecognised as well, that fascinating power that the pale lady I'd met in America had taught me that allowed me to physically alter my flesh had proved such a fantastically useful gift. It did, I confess, amuse me greatly, I was one of the most recognizable faces on the planet now and yet here I moved among the populace, just another face in the crowd. A nobody. Someone who could not possibly be of any significance. Just like I was before Firinne had appeared in my life.
Unbeknownst to me however, it seemed that my disguise hadn't worked on one person on the streets that night. Out of an alleyway in my wake and then ghostly dogging my footsteps as I walked to the college halls of residence, where I knew there was an empty room I could use. I wasn't meeting Firinne there tonight, but I had to visit the room in the college first. The was something I had to do.
I walked into the room and closed the door behind me. I left the light off and closed the curtains. A few moments later the door opened and closed again just a fraction. I probably should have been more stealthy, there were a lot of things I shouldn't have done that night. It would presumably have only been delaying the inevitable though, I concluded, as I looked at the light reflecting on a crucifix I hadn't seen since the opening night of my first big stage show.
“Hello Charlotte,” I said calmly.
“Hey Michael. God its been so long! You never called me, you never got in touch or tried to find me at all. I've been getting so impatient.” She said, her voice had the same playful quality to it that she'd had that night, I could make out in the half light the curls of her hair falling around disjointedly, a small ripple that had been caused by the slight breeze outside as she had pursued me silently.
“I must apologise.” I said smiling, still calm, none of the nerves I had felt backstage were present that night. Just the calm, at peace feelings that usually caressed my spirit before a show. “It's not my way to turn my back on a lady I'm sure you know. I just thought the circumstances of our last meeting didn't bode well for a possible second reunion. I hope you understand.”
“Oh it's ok.” She replied mocking the voice of a hurt lover. “I'm sure I'll forgive you one day, somehow. Still you can't blame me for finding you I hope, and you must at least congratulate me for discovering your disguise as well.”
“Yes. I must. I guess I'll have to find a new false identity now won't I.” I said allowing my face to shift back to its usual shape, there was clearly no point hiding my true self from her, and besides it would have been quite rude to continue to do so.
“Oh thank you.” She said as my face changed. “You look so much prettier now, makes me feel much happier for not waiting for you. Anyway, I have something of yours I thought I simply have to return to you.” She reached her hand to her belt and withdrew a shining golden plated epee. It had been made of simple steel when last I saw it, but it was unmistakably the same weapon I had lost in a bet to her when we were still at school.
“Lynn? I didn't think I'd ever see her again.” I said smiling serenely at her, with no delusions in my mind as to the manner in which she was planning to 'return' it to me. “Really you should keep it though,” I said moving to the side as she circled around me slowly. “You won it fair and square, you got much higher than me in that tournament.”
“Oh thats so kind of you, but really, I insist it should be yours.” She assumed the engaurd position. “Don't worry Micheal, I've no intention to kill you, I could never do that to you, I'm sure you know.”
“For small mercies I suppose be thankful.” I bowed slightly, exposing my body and bracing myself for her lunge.
“Touché.” She grinned and thrust the sword at the middle of my torso. The sword passed straight through, and she looked up in surprise as the illusion vanished before her eyes. Quicker than she could think, I sped out from under the bed and grabbed her from behind, pulling the sword out of her hand and restraining her.
“Sorry, Miss Cairnes, but I'm afraid I had you pegged far in advance this time.” I said, letting a dark pleasure creep into my voice, feeling for the first time the adrenaline rush of having the upper hand in such a situation. “I caught sight of your crucifix in the alleyway before you started tailing me, I knew it was only a matter of time before you tried this again, I had to prepare myself.”
“Micheal?!” Was all she could say. Surprised? Afraid? Excited? Aroused? I had no idea how she felt at that time, possibly all of the above, as I drew my head to her ear and whispered into it.
“I have to thank you for our last meeting. The feeling of being staked was an extraordinary one, horrible and terrifying, and one that I hope I never have to suffer again, but still an extraordinary one that inspired me nonetheless. I think its only fitting I returned the favour.”
Every part of reason in me had told me many a time before that the next action was an insane one. One that I would regret countless times in the future, no doubt, but one that had been impossible to resist. Just like Firinne's offer had so enthralled me, the proposition Charlotte had given me that night had been intriguing me and exciting me constantly ever since. How could I turn it down, when it offered so many extraordinary possibilities. It was a romantic drama that I couldn't have ever imagined, and one which I had to explore. I moved my head from her ear and bit into her neck sharply. Her head arched back and she let a gasp of pleasure escape as I gave administered The Kiss. I closed up the wound after I drained a small amount of blood. She collapsed to her knees, drained by the experience, overcome with pleasure, stunned at my victory.
“Tag” I said with an edge to my voice and before she could recover I had vanished, untraceable, into the Oxford night.
This is a bit of an experiment, as its pretty much the first time I've tried writing in the first person. So yeah.. hoping it works ok. Any feedback appreciated :)
It had been a while since I last stepped foot in Oxford. Ever since the year in America I have had so little time to myself. My career as magician, actor, and now philanthropist, had occupied my nights almost exclusivity for four years and made it almost impossible to enjoy a night such as this.
The deal hadn't been struck with the company yet, but they'd been pleading for a third season for so long now, I couldn't see them not agreeing to my demands, however huge they might happen to be. Really I should have been working on reassembling my Dream Team of illusion designers that night, perhaps scouting out a few new ones. I'd certainly met enough potential genius's at the recent FISM World Magic Championships in London. Still my sire had called last night and asked me to come join her today, and I could never refuse a request from her. My redeemer. My lifegiver. My perfect, immortal muse.
It had been less than a week since I'd last seen her but as I walked down the cobblestones outside St. Hughs, my dead heart was skipping metaphorical beats. As I drew closer into her presence, I could feel myself longing more and more to be united with her again, to drown myself in the inspiration she would flood my life with without even trying.
It was exhilarating to be able to walk through the streets unrecognised as well, that fascinating power that the pale lady I'd met in America had taught me that allowed me to physically alter my flesh had proved such a fantastically useful gift. It did, I confess, amuse me greatly, I was one of the most recognizable faces on the planet now and yet here I moved among the populace, just another face in the crowd. A nobody. Someone who could not possibly be of any significance. Just like I was before Firinne had appeared in my life.
Unbeknownst to me however, it seemed that my disguise hadn't worked on one person on the streets that night. Out of an alleyway in my wake and then ghostly dogging my footsteps as I walked to the college halls of residence, where I knew there was an empty room I could use. I wasn't meeting Firinne there tonight, but I had to visit the room in the college first. The was something I had to do.
I walked into the room and closed the door behind me. I left the light off and closed the curtains. A few moments later the door opened and closed again just a fraction. I probably should have been more stealthy, there were a lot of things I shouldn't have done that night. It would presumably have only been delaying the inevitable though, I concluded, as I looked at the light reflecting on a crucifix I hadn't seen since the opening night of my first big stage show.
“Hello Charlotte,” I said calmly.
“Hey Michael. God its been so long! You never called me, you never got in touch or tried to find me at all. I've been getting so impatient.” She said, her voice had the same playful quality to it that she'd had that night, I could make out in the half light the curls of her hair falling around disjointedly, a small ripple that had been caused by the slight breeze outside as she had pursued me silently.
“I must apologise.” I said smiling, still calm, none of the nerves I had felt backstage were present that night. Just the calm, at peace feelings that usually caressed my spirit before a show. “It's not my way to turn my back on a lady I'm sure you know. I just thought the circumstances of our last meeting didn't bode well for a possible second reunion. I hope you understand.”
“Oh it's ok.” She replied mocking the voice of a hurt lover. “I'm sure I'll forgive you one day, somehow. Still you can't blame me for finding you I hope, and you must at least congratulate me for discovering your disguise as well.”
“Yes. I must. I guess I'll have to find a new false identity now won't I.” I said allowing my face to shift back to its usual shape, there was clearly no point hiding my true self from her, and besides it would have been quite rude to continue to do so.
“Oh thank you.” She said as my face changed. “You look so much prettier now, makes me feel much happier for not waiting for you. Anyway, I have something of yours I thought I simply have to return to you.” She reached her hand to her belt and withdrew a shining golden plated epee. It had been made of simple steel when last I saw it, but it was unmistakably the same weapon I had lost in a bet to her when we were still at school.
“Lynn? I didn't think I'd ever see her again.” I said smiling serenely at her, with no delusions in my mind as to the manner in which she was planning to 'return' it to me. “Really you should keep it though,” I said moving to the side as she circled around me slowly. “You won it fair and square, you got much higher than me in that tournament.”
“Oh thats so kind of you, but really, I insist it should be yours.” She assumed the engaurd position. “Don't worry Micheal, I've no intention to kill you, I could never do that to you, I'm sure you know.”
“For small mercies I suppose be thankful.” I bowed slightly, exposing my body and bracing myself for her lunge.
“Touché.” She grinned and thrust the sword at the middle of my torso. The sword passed straight through, and she looked up in surprise as the illusion vanished before her eyes. Quicker than she could think, I sped out from under the bed and grabbed her from behind, pulling the sword out of her hand and restraining her.
“Sorry, Miss Cairnes, but I'm afraid I had you pegged far in advance this time.” I said, letting a dark pleasure creep into my voice, feeling for the first time the adrenaline rush of having the upper hand in such a situation. “I caught sight of your crucifix in the alleyway before you started tailing me, I knew it was only a matter of time before you tried this again, I had to prepare myself.”
“Micheal?!” Was all she could say. Surprised? Afraid? Excited? Aroused? I had no idea how she felt at that time, possibly all of the above, as I drew my head to her ear and whispered into it.
“I have to thank you for our last meeting. The feeling of being staked was an extraordinary one, horrible and terrifying, and one that I hope I never have to suffer again, but still an extraordinary one that inspired me nonetheless. I think its only fitting I returned the favour.”
Every part of reason in me had told me many a time before that the next action was an insane one. One that I would regret countless times in the future, no doubt, but one that had been impossible to resist. Just like Firinne's offer had so enthralled me, the proposition Charlotte had given me that night had been intriguing me and exciting me constantly ever since. How could I turn it down, when it offered so many extraordinary possibilities. It was a romantic drama that I couldn't have ever imagined, and one which I had to explore. I moved my head from her ear and bit into her neck sharply. Her head arched back and she let a gasp of pleasure escape as I gave administered The Kiss. I closed up the wound after I drained a small amount of blood. She collapsed to her knees, drained by the experience, overcome with pleasure, stunned at my victory.
“Tag” I said with an edge to my voice and before she could recover I had vanished, untraceable, into the Oxford night.