Sorry I haven't posted in forever, it's getting hectic as the last few weeks of school drip by. I've been trying to get my grades up (*sighs* 'cause THATs working..) and I've been involved with the Voices a lot and Girl Scouts and Choir and Track.
So anyway, yeah. As you all know I've been writing a new story. Previously it was titled "The Notebook Story" because it was originally written in said notebook. but I've changed it thanks to some suggestions* The title is now "A Touch Of Poison" and previously I posted my story so instead of reposting the entire story I'm going to give you the small amount that I have added since then. If you did not read the first section I suggest you do that before reading this section, okay? So I'll give you a little review and then the new stuff okay? So here's your section for now!
A Touch Of Poison....
.......When he reached the last egg he looked around the room, pleased with himself that he had successfully retrieved everything in the room he claimed as his. He headed for the door to start on the next room and ran into the only woman in the house. Her tear streaked face hurt him, for a demon not used to feeling sadness or regret he took a step back, confused at the new emotion that flooded his mind and wore down his body until he fell on the floor.
"Come here child, I know you mean us no harm, that man is controlling you with something. Come tell me." She held out her arms to him as though she truly wanted to protect him from his master.
He shook his head rapidly and opened his mouth to call for whom he served but the woman knelt beside him and pressed a withered finger to his lips, hushing him if for only a moment.
"I know you're scared but please, let me help you." She cooed and stroked his hair with one hand and rested the other gently on his cheek.
Atreyu could feel her shaking and knew that he scared her but couldn't bring himself to push her away, he was drawn into her kindness until he heard the familiar baritone voice call for him.
As his name passed through Liras's lips it vibrated through him, replacing something the woman had broken, making him shudder and shake his head, trying in vain to clear it. "Atreyu!" He called again, coming out of the room he had chosen to look down the hall for the boy, and when he laid his eyes on the old woman his eyes flashed a deep red as he came forward, and a low primal growl escaped his throat.
"Father." The child whispered and backed away from the warmth of the woman's hand and pressed himself against the wall. He had never seen his Master so fiercely angered before and now that he had witnessed such he held a new respect for his Master. He glanced back at the old woman who only sat with a perplexed look on her wrinkled face, then her eyes widened and she looked over her shoulder. Liras loomed over her, claws and fangs extended to a full length as he glowered down at the old woman. "Get away from me, devil incarnate!" She screamed holding up a crucifix. Atreyu's eyes widened as he realized she had intended to lure him in and then spear him, she wanted to kill him not befriend him.
His eyes began to tear when he figured out that she hadn't really wanted to hold him as he had thought, she just wanted to pierce that wooden death through his back. "Get away from me!" She cried out again holding the crucifix so tightly her bony knuckles turned white. Liras growled again and stepped back, glaring at the holy entity with a fiery hatred.
The old woman blinked in disbelief than smiled slyly, "I knew you were afraid of the Lord". She stood slowly and continued to push the demon back with wooden cross she held. Soon Liras was only partially in the doorway and Atreyu looked on with widened eyes.
His Father, his Master, was being forced to succumb to an old woman. He whom Atreyu had never seen cower before any other being was now being steadily pressed against a wall. Gradually his face became wet, his eyes began to blur and sting.
Fearful he lifted a hand to his face and touched his cheek gingerly and looked down at it. There was only water on his fingertips, glistening and hot, smelling of salt. What was this? Some peculiar leaking from his eyes that he had never experienced before. Though he remembered others did it frequently when faced with him. What had Father called it again? Atreyu tried to recall the word for it but all he could think of was weakness and disgrace. He swiped angrily at his face trying to prevent this liquid shame from falling from his lilac and onyx eyes any further. He became angry with himself, his Master was in need of his help, and he was sitting here stupidly expelling water from his eyes. What kind of demon was he? He tried to stand and his legs wobbled and buckled underneath him.
Once. Twice. Three times a charm, he made his way to the door and looked on in horror.In the time it had taken him to get his disgraceful butt off the floor Liras was pinned to the wall by the cross, writhing in pain. His long hair covered his eyes but Atreyu sensed they had lost their livid glow. The old woman looked down at her hands in disbelief, momentarily shocked that she could accomplish such a thing, but soon the shock lifted and she cackled like the old witch she was. Should he dematerialize and appear at her side, to slam her into the wall? No, she might have another crucifix on her somewhere.plus he wasn't very good at dematerializing yet. He would probably end up downstairs or something, and it would turn out he would just waste a lot of time. Maybe approach her from the back; surprise is always good.
His gaze was pulled away from the scene when the staircase squeaked, the old man. In a flash Atreyu grabbed the old man by his throat and threw him against the wall. "Let me go!" he exclaimed clawing at Atreyu's hands as they tightened ever so slightly around his neck. "Call off your female and I'll leave you." Atreyu growled angrily baring his fangs, with each passing second Atreyu grew more and more worried. More and more anxious to go to his Master. When the man didn't respond the boy cursed and snapped his neck, dropping him like a toy he had grown tired of. The woman looked over and her eyes grew wide in fear. From her silence, Liras lifted his gaze and a slow smile crept to his lips.
With black angel wings outstretched, shining obsidian eyes and claws that could make blacksmith flinch in fear. Atreyu stood hunched in a primal stance, willing to fight anything or anyone to relieve his Master of his pain. Without a Master he would be nothing and slowly he would die, with no one to serve he would have no purpose and his soul would wither.
An uncharacteristically deep growl found its way past his lips, his voice definitely dropped a couple tones. "Move." The female obeyed, pressing herself against the wall as if she could blend in. He moved forward and dislodged the cross with ease, lowering Liras carefully to the ground....
Well that will be continued eventually, sorry I couldn't get it to you sooner. Well I think I'm gonna go now, with ever post we get closer to our 100th! Hope to see you when we get there. Thank you my loyal readers.
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: I hate my dad, but my deepest wish is for him to come home to me....forever.
*Thanks to Adrian, Sylyence, Wrath, The King, Vishous, Rioriki, Mana, Mochi & anyone else I forgot