פאנפיק השבוע.......כל כך מדהים

[קרניjack]

../images/Emo41.gif פאנפיק השבוע.......כל כך מדהים

זה הפאנפיק הכי הכי טוב שקראתי, שמשלב בין אהבה, אימה ומתח

, כן סוף סוף קצת אימה.... בהתחלה נראה קצת כבד עם האנגלית, אבל אל תתייאשו ותיקראו אותו, נכתב בצורה מעולה, כמו סרט

אנג'וי Title - In The Arms Of Stangers Author - Sorrowful Serenade Rating - high R (for sex and blood) Genre - vampires/angst/fantasy Summary - A night on the beach, turns Ana to her worst nightmare Disclaimer - Don't own, don't know, don't steal. This is all completely fictional and untrue. Authors Note - Okay guys. This is the first VAMPIRE FIC i have ever written, so please for the love of god don't kill me is its crap and terrible.

DEDICATION - This story is completely dedicated to Revenge&Roses because she gave me a hell of a lot of help and support while writing this. She even helped me come up with the title! Thanks sweetie!

 

[קרניjack]

חלק 1

In The Arms Of Strangers

The cold was intensifying with each step I took across the monochromatic sands. A bone chilling breeze was blowing harshly from the sea, filling the air with the sound of crashing waves. I could have turned back and retreated up the pebbles, but then I’d lose this moment of solitude. So I decided to keep walking, my boots sinking into the sand and leaving an imprint. The beach looked eerie and forsaken in the dark, the silver moon striking against the sand, stone and water alike, making their colour turn to a pale sheen of it’s former shade. I liked this sight better than the tourist packed daytime. It was simpler at night and I preferred it that way. My figure was equally bathed in ghostly light, turning my skin white and causing my hair and clothes to darken. I definitely enjoyed this night version of myself. I seemed quieter and not so easily considered as idiotic. Just like the beach, I become less commercial. The cold bit at me but I didn’t mind. At least I was alone and I didn’t have to force conversation with people I hardly knew or make friends over the counter of my little shop. I just had to walk and contemplate the scenery, I could be myself so much more easily. I stopped half way down the beach, my boots digging into the sand as I stayed still and quiet, my arms hugging my middle. I stared out at the rippling ocean, watching it move up and down the shore in a gentle tide. The wind blew up from the water, whipping my waist length brown hair up around my shoulders. I closed my eyes, drinking in the salted feel of the chilling night air. “Are you here alone?” whispered a voice quietly in my ear. My eyes snapped open and I spun round, my feet catching on the rocks. I stumbled in confusion and fell sharply, my palms digging into the powder white sand to brake my fall. I coughed violently as gritty sand flew up into my face. I wiped my forehead free of my fringe and looked up, searching the space around me. No one was there. I saw the beach as it always was. A pale, smoggy mist was hovering lightly over the gleaming sand, obscuring all view of the holiday town I lived in, even covering up the pebbles that led up to the road. I began to think I’d imagined the whisper, that haunting sweet whisper… “I asked you if you were alone!” snapped the same voice suddenly, making me start and fall backwards again, my back hitting the ground painfully hard. “If I ask you a question, you answer me!” it sneered, all traces of sweetness vanished now. “I-” my voice trembled as I strained my eyes to see past the heavy mist now gathering close around me. The stranger had to be close, but I didn’t know where. “Answer my question!” the voice shouted, ringing shrilly through the twilight quiet. “I’m alone!” I said at once, making to stand up. “Stay exactly where you are!" The voice yelled immediately. “I’m not finished!” “O-Okay.” I said shakily, trying to squint at a shadow now visible mere feet from me, who’s tall body was masked in mist. I could tell it was male, not only by his body shape but also by his voice, which held a definite masculine tone. “What is your name?” he asked, affection lacing the words sinisterly once more. “Ana.” I said at once, not wishing to provoke his anger again. “Ana…” he sounded as though he was testing the name. This confused me, but I said nothing. “Yes, that will do I suppose. Tell me, how old are you, Ana?” “Err…” I didn’t feel comfortable admitting my age to the stranger. Hell, who would be? “Answer!” he barked, his voice bristling. “19!” I blurted out, shrinking back as the shrouded figure took a step nearer and became bathed in the moonlight, no longer hidden from my eyes. He was unusually tall for a man of such an obviously young age. You could tell he was perhaps early 20’s by the baby quality of his cheeky face, which was framed by a jet-black vale of greasy hair. His skin was ethereally pale and seemed to glow against his black attire. He was wearing a pair of black jeans, ripped casually at the knee and made to be skin-tight. He donned a black T, partially covered by a snugly fitted denim jacket that was also a predictable black. Upon first sight he looked almost immortal, but the grin now spreading over his face dispelled that notion. “You like what you see?” he smirked. I realised with great embarrassment that I’d been gaping at him opening for quite some time. “Sorry.” I murmured.” I didn’t mean to stare…” “I know you didn’t.” he said, as though presenting the obvious to someone beneath him. “By the way, I’m Gerard.” He added as an afterthought. “Hi.” I muttered. He grinned again, baring perfect white teeth. He gazed at me, almost hungrily, taking in my tight indigo sweater, tartan miniskirt and knee high lace up boots. “It’s a bit cold for a skirt, you know.” He said after a few moments, “Especially on a deserted beach with a male stranger.” His smile lilted a little and my heart raced as he bent down on one knee and began to survey me closely. “You look cute on the floor.” He said at long last, inadvertently running the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip. “On your back like that, legs splayed out…” I didn’t give him a chance to finish. I scrambled back from him feverishly, the dead sand trapping my movements. He laughed quietly as I struggled to stand, reaching out and taking me by the wrist to keep me still. “I’m not going to let you go until you listen to me, Ana.” He said, his melodic whisper making my body freeze. “I’m listening.” I said breathlessly, feeling his fingers biting into my wrist hard as his eyes glinted darkly in the moonlight. “My friends are dotted all around this beach, waiting.” He said fiercely. “Waiting? Waiting for what?” I asked, perplexed. “You.” He said flatly. It was very difficult to take in at first, as I watched him staring at me with such a overactive scrutiny it made my skin crawl. I was frightened. Very frightened. “Mikey will love to meet you up close.” He said at long last. “My little brother adores young blood, especially young blood with your gothic paler. My dear, you embody classical beauty.” He smirked as I opened my mouth, no words coming out to contradict this statement. “Mikey wants you.” He said softly

 

[קרניjack]

../images/Emo29.gif חלק 2

“How do you know?” my voice rose with both surprise and fear. “He’s never seen me!” “Do you think we are alone?” he hissed, lip curling. “In fact…” Suddenly I felt two small hands cupping my shoulders from behind, drawing my body backwards against a slim, warm frame. I was too paralysed by terror to even scream. Gerard stood up, saying lightly to whomever had hold of me, “She’s all yours.” I was about to say very indignantly that I didn’t belong to anyone when a ghostly hand clapped delicately over my mouth. I widened my eyes pleadingly at Gerard, who merely grinned before turning his back sharply and walking away across the white sands and out of sight, disappearing like a spirit into the mist. “You shouldn’t trust my brother,” whispered a soft, childish voice in my ear, warm breath scudding against my neck. “He never keeps promises or says truths.” The hand removed itself slowly from my lips, returning to settle on my shoulder. All I could do was wait for my capture to speak again. “He’ll say he’ll take you gently, let you feel pleasure, but no…” he hissed, making me shiver deep inside. “He’ll be ruthless, he’ll be cruel and he won’t let you say no.” “And what about you?” I burst out before I could stop myself. “Will you let me say no?” There was an unnaturally silent pause, where his fingers grazed my back slightly, the soft pads digging into my neck. “I may be younger than my brother, but that doesn’t necessarily make me different.” A stone dropped in my stomach and I bit my lip hard to stop myself crying out. “This is my life, you know.” I whispered. “This is my body you’re touching.” “No.” he said lightly. “It’s mine.” I shuddered as his hand slipped down to my side, his other staying pressed upon my shoulder to keep me steady against him. This would have been so much easier if I could have seen him, known who was doing this, given a chance to back out. “You’re beautiful, you do realised that right?” he murmured, soft lips pressed ever so slightly into my neck. I closed my eyes tight, willing him to stop. “Please, I can’t handle this…” I said breathlessly as the hand on my side travelled to rest on my stomach. “You can.” He said firmly, not giving me any choice in the matter. “You will.” Tears built up behind my closed lids, stinging me incessantly. I thought I wouldn’t be able to continue breathing as he moved his hand from my stomach to my chest. It was so unreal. I couldn’t do it. “Let me go!” I cried out, dragging up all the strength I could muster and pulling my limbs from his tight grasp. I fell forward into the sand, the grit and salt plastering my face and front. I coughed and spluttered, struggling to get to my feet. His hand closed on my ankle, gripping hard enough to make a bruise. “Fine,” he hissed sinisterly. “But don’t think this is the end. I’ll find you, it’s all just a matter of time.” And with that his touch disappeared and I lost no time. I ran. Looking back I saw him for the first time, standing there impressively in the moonlight. He was tall, but not as tall as Gerard had been. He had sandy brown hair, plastered to his head in a strange way, leaving bangs to cover his forehead. He was incredibly thin, as though one flick would make him crumble. Though, he held an air, one that conveyed great power and eminence. His face was pale and angelic, though his eyes were dark and devilish. Eyeglasses glinted from the bridge of his nose, and made mirrors of the moon. He wore incredibly tight jeans, a red shirt and a leather trench coat that whipped about him in the sudden gusts of harsh wind that emitted from the brash waves of the sea. I couldn’t help but think, as I ran for my life across the sands, that he looked beautiful in the moonlight. I glanced back a few seconds later. He was gone. I found myself thinking whether he’d even been there at all. It took a while before I realised the horrible truth. The mist was so thick that I hadn’t known where I’d been running. I was now lost, with no landmarks. The town was now completely obscured by the mist and not even the tiniest pinprick of light could break through. It was dark and cold out on the beach, not to mention lonely. I thought I might end up going mad. Alone and terrified I stumbled across a familiar sight, at long last. The edge of the high cliff, where a dark dent in the side of the grey rock led into a cavern. The sad thing about this place was that it was the furthest possible way I could be from town. Though, within the cave I knew I could at least be hidden, perhaps even until morning? So with a heavy heart, I entered the mouth of the cavern. It was a large place, with a high ceiling that jutted and caved in and out at odd angels. The sides were equally uneven and were damp, the stone glittering silver with moonlight that came in from the opposite opening. You could enter the cave be two ways, because it ran through the corner of the cliff to the other side. One opening faced the sea, the other the town. I stood just inside the opening, staring out at the crashing waves of the ocean, enjoying the sound of the spray against the shore. I didn’t hear him, until it was too late.

 

[קרניjack]

../images/Emo29.gif חלק 3

“It’s not as beautiful by day, is it?” someone said quietly right behind me. I gasped and spun round, pressing up against the jagged cave wall, the damp seeping through the back of my sweater. Standing perhaps a metre away from me stood a boy. He was short and stocky, maybe early twenties. He was well built, but slim and his muscles were toned and gently defined. His skin was just as pale as the other’s had been, but was definitely more artfully rendered. Tattoos blossomed up his bare arms, in patterns of red, green, blue and black. A scorpion twirled in a circle on his neck, inky black in the darkness though beautifully outlined by the moon. His face was thin and pretty, like a girl’s only so much more beautiful. His lips were a deep rose red, contrasting startlingly with the crystalline brown of his luxurious eyes. Silver rings adorned the corner of his mouth and looped the side of his nose, glinting pleasantly as he moved his head. His hair was a glossy raven black, falling in a side fringe to partially cover his right eye. His hair seemed straight and curved at the same time, as though it couldn’t make up its mind. The back was wild and messily short, while the front was rigid and long. He was wearing a white short sleeve shirt that fit his slender body, outlining the muscles on his chest. Holding up his baggy and ripped blue jeans was a silver studded belt. Converse peeped out from the bells of his jeans. This boy, whoever he might be, was the utmost epitome of emo. “You’re staring.” He said softly. “Sorry.” I murmured, looking now at the sea again, a tight knot forming in my stomach as I heard him move a step nearer. “I don’t mind.” He said lightly, stopping before me. A smell mingled with the salt of the sea, a scent almost like herbs mixed into a gentle warmth. It was him. “I like it when you look at me, Ana.” He whispered. “Huh?” I looked round at him at once, staring at him. “How do you know my name?” “That isn’t really important, now, is it?” he said. He had a quiet voice, almost like the undertone you hear sometimes in the wind. “No, I guess not.” I replied. “You ran here, didn’t you?” he continued, taking yet another step towards me. His body heat bathed me and I tried not to become lost in those eyes as they stared unblinkingly at me. I nodded. “Who were you running from?” “Mikey.” I said without thinking. It was like those eyes had a way of making me tell the truth. “Why did you run from Mikey, Ana?” he asked. “He was…” I faltered. “Tell me.” He pressed. “He touched…” I stopped again, mesmerised by his gaze. “You.” He finished my sentence effortlessly. “He touched you.” “Yes.” I whispered breathlessly. “And you didn’t like it.” He concluded. “No.” I breathed. He was quiet for a moment, his gaze penetrating and unblinking. I didn’t think it was humanly possibly for someone to go so long without closing their eyes. He tilted his head to the side a fraction and licked his lips very slowly. I immediately knew. “You know Mikey, and Gerard.” I said. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. “Yes.” He said. “I know them very well.” “They sent you here.” Again, I knew I was stating fact not assumption. “In a manner of speaking.” He shrugged. “To be quite honest, I only agreed to come and find you because I knew how beautiful you would be. I knew the reward for my trouble would be given to me through you. So I came. I found you.” “And now…” I said, not able to finish through lack of courage. “I want that reward.” He said unflinchingly. “Though, now that I see you Ana, I do not wish to hurt you like Gerard and Mikey did. I want to make you feel…how do you say? Pleasured.” He smiled at me sweetly, slowly, and I knew he really meant it. Somehow, I knew he wasn’t lying. “I guess I have no choice?” I said, my voice trembling a little as he took another step nearer so his body was barely an inch from mine. I could feel his heat, like a sauna. “Not really, no.” he answered calmly. “I must do this, or we’ll both suffer.” “Then get it over with.” I said, staring down at the gritty sand coating the toe caps of my boots, wishing I had the ability to disappear. “All right.” He said soothingly. “I’ll be as gentle as I can. Believe me, I don’t want to hurt you.” “I believe you.” I said. I watched him undo his belt, a lump barging into the back of my throat as he continued to gaze intently at me. He closed the gap between our bodies and reached his hands round to the backs of my legs, pushing against them so my feet left the ground and my thighs straddled his waist, my back arching into the rough rock behind me. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and buried my face into his shoulder. He kissed the side of my neck, his lips smooth and warm compared to the harsh brush of the night air. It was small comfort. “I’m so sorry.” He murmured, rocking his hips slightly, a brief taste of what was to come. “I really am.” I tried not to cry as he entered me, but it was hard when I’d never felt so used before. My tartan skirt bunched around my thighs as he pressed himself as close to me as possible, his chest and mine barging together. Doing this fully clothed caused sensations to intensify and as he began to rock his hips gently I couldn’t help but think how much better it was with him than with Mikey. I found myself pushing back, aiding the experience. Soon the cave echoed eerily with our strangled moans and stifled cries. As he moved faster I twined my fingers tightly with his glossy black hair, tugging on it as I leant my head back and gasped, my mouth wide and my eyes shut tight. He leant in still further and closed his mouth around my throat, sucking and biting a fraction, leaving his mark there against my pale flesh. His movements grew to be erratic, and I found my back beginning to bang fiercely into the hard rock of the cave wall, my cries turning to screams. My legs spread wider around his middle as he went faster, his hands gripping the backs of my legs painfully hard, as his breathing grew shaky and ill timed. When he came it was like being filled with hot lava, boiling and burning my insides. I came, not understanding why I should feel such unburdened pleasure.

 

[קרניjack]

../images/Emo29.gif חלק 4

It took awhile for us to stop completely. He collapsed against me, his body crushing me into the rock. We panted desperately for air, our limbs drained and useless. He lowered my legs back down so that my booted feet touched sand once again. I staggered, but he caught me, holding me tightly against his chest. I clung to him. My mind was dizzy, my head spinning with thoughts of what had just happened. I don’t know if it could be called rape, all I know is that it had felt so wrong and then again so right. “Please forgive me.” He said close to my ear as he held me against him, his hot breath sinking into my memory, embroidering happy thoughts. “You’ll understand the reason for this madness, soon, and you’ll know why I did this. For now you just need to know this was necessary, even if it wasn’t right.” I nodded into his shoulder, a few tears leaking onto the already sweaty fabric of his shirt. “I forgive you.” I whispered. “I’m glad to know it, Ana. We’ll get along by and by. When you know.” He let go of me then, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead before gently disentangling our bodies. His heat left completely, being replaced by the cold night air. He looked at me with those piercing eyes and I knew we’d see one another again, I just didn’t know when. “Good bye.” He said. “Good bye.” I answered, watching him walk slowly to the opening leading out to the beach. “Oh, Ana,” he called back, turning back at the mouth of the cave. “Yeah?” “I don’t believe I told you my name, did I?” he said. I shook my head, realising this and feeling rather stupid not to have asked. “It’s Frank.” He said. Before I could say anything, he’d gone and I was left alone once more in the cave that now held secrets I’d never tell another living soul. All this night is, I thought sadly as I straightened my clothes and smoothed my hair, is just a morbid little romance. I stepped out into the misty night once again and was doused in cold. I hugged my middle, lowering my head to the sand as I began to walk, not knowing where I was. It didn’t seem to matter that much anymore. I felt like a tragedy. I’d been passed from man to man. From Gerard, to Mikey, to Frank. I found myself thinking who would be next on the list? Then I wondered whether I really cared or not? What did it matter? I would be manhandled and mistreated and I knew I couldn’t stop it. I knew that I’d be worthless in the morning. I knew I’d be someone different. I stopped about half way down the beach, where a rock stood erect before the dark sea. It marked the start of a new part of the beach, a new ownership by a new trader. I decided to rest here. I crouched at its base, folding my arms close around my knees. I buried my face against them, but I didn’t cry. I just needed to shut out the world, just for a brief moment. That was all I wanted, but unfortunately, it wasn’t what I got. I should have known, I should have expected it. In some ways I did, on some cosmic level I understood. But when it happened, I was only half prepared. When he sat across from me, his legs folding into the sand, I didn’t look up. I knew he was there, but I didn’t want to admit it. I knew what would come. I couldn’t quite take it. Not again. Some time passed were we just sat, each lost in our own thoughts. However, silence is easily broken, and he was the one to brake it. “Ana, please look at me.” He said. He had a deep, mature voice, quite unlike Frank and Mikey but not as imposing as Gerard’s. I didn’t want to look at him, so didn’t. I kept my eyes closed and my forehead pressed against my folded arms. “I know you’re scared.” He said after a few strained minutes of silence. “You have every right to be. But if you don’t look at me, I will be forced to make you and I really don’t want to do that.” With a heavy sigh, I raised my weighted head and gazed stonily at the man sitting just in front of me. He was sitting Indian style, his back straight and his hands hanging loosely in his lap. He had a good-natured face, framed by a wide halo of sandy brown curls. His eyes were a glorious almond colour and were deep with a kind of angelic innocence. He looked older than Frank and Mikey, which surprised me. He looked to be around late twenties. He had a wide, friendly smile, showing a lot of straight white teeth. He had dimples in his rosy cheeks, for some reason I found this very odd. He was wearing a long sleeve black shirt, open at the collar to show a fraction of his pale skinned chest. He had broad shoulders beneath the leather jacket he was wearing casually over the shirt. His jeans weren’t ripped, instead they were only slightly faded and loose fitted to his long legs. Out of the boys I’d seen that night, he was the one who actually looked human, who seemed to be touchable and solid. Gerard, Mikey and Frank had an impressive air about them that made them stand out. This boy however, he wasn’t as imposing and didn’t look so demanding. I felt I could trust him, even though I knew I shouldn’t. “I’m Ray.” He said in his deep, calming voice. “Hello.” I said unemotionally. “Are you all right?” he asked, true concern flitting across his softly contoured face. “Not really.” I answered drying. “Wanna talk about it a little?” he suggested kindly “No, I’m okay.” I said shortly. “Please, Ray, just tell me why you’re here.” I knew I sounded rude, but I didn’t care. If it was going to happen, I wanted it to be quick and done in no time at all so I didn’t have to think about it anymore. He sighed and rubbed a nervous hand against his clammy forehead. “You know why I’m here, Ana.” He said shakily after a moment’s pause. “But don’t worry. Frank did the worst part.” “Part?” I said monotonously. “Part of what?” “I can’t tell you.” He said in a tired voice. “All I know is that my part in this isn’t as bad as you might think. Gerard has done the start, the initiation into the field. Mikey has begun the sensations within you that you perceived as frightening. Frank did the unthinkable, creating both pleasure and pain inside you. And now I must do the next part, the part no one else has done yet.”

 

[Cry For The Moon]

סליחה על הבורות אבל

מה זה פאנפיק?

 

[קרניjack]

סיפור שמעריצים כתבו

סיפור דמיוני שמעריצים כתבו על "מושא הערצתם", כלומר זה סיפור דמיוני/בדיוני שמעריצים כתבו על MCR, לא בהכרח כלהקה, סיפור שהם המציאו....

 

[Cry For The Moon]

אה סבבה

 

[קרניjack]

../images/Emo29.gif חלק 5

I listened to him, in a dream almost. It was like I was hearing his words from under water. I knew he was speaking, I knew he was saying things that were meant to be plausible and yet I couldn’t get my head round it. It occurred to me, that it sounded as though Ray was ticking off a list in his mind. The look on his face told me he’d found an un-ticked box on that list, which he had to fill in with ink. “And what part is that, Ray?” I said, my mouth working the words and my mind hearing only half of them. “Ana,” Ray said quietly, leaning forwards so his face was inches from mine. “My part is very simple and I swear it’ll be over soon. Ana, I gotta kiss you, and I gotta kiss you now.” I was numb to it all as he leant in still further, gazing into my eyes as his lips brushed mine hesitantly. I was unresponsive and cold as he edged even nearer, his knees knocking mine as he pressed his lips closer. His lips were soft and lustrous but I didn’t respond to them. I had felt too much that night, and knew I couldn’t take anymore. His nose glided against mine as he deepened the kiss further, his hands cupping my knees as he steadied himself before me. I felt his tongue probing the entrance to my mouth, and without knowing why I opened up to him. His curls tickled my cheek as he tilted his head and worked the tip of his velvet tongue with mine. It was like silk running over satin. When he drew back, he let out a ghost of a breath that flew over my open mouth, blowing the warmth of life into me. I looked at him and he looked at me. His eyes were wide and somehow seemed incredibly sad, beautiful in a way I couldn’t possibly describe. His eyelashes fanned out, and he batted them slowly like a child taking in a wondrous sight. “You’ll understand.” He said, reaching up and pressing a delicate hand to my cheek, his fingers stoking my jaw soothingly as tears began to slide down my rounded skin. “I promise you will.” “Tell me, now, this moment.” I begged, darting forwards and seizing his wrist as he made to stand. “I need to know so badly, Ray, please!” “Ana,” he said patiently, loosening my grip easily. “It isn’t time for that. You’ll know, soon enough.” I let go of him, knowing I would never break his resolve. He gave me a pitying look, and I almost believed that he cared. But then he turned and showed me his back before quickly striding away. I sat there in contemplation for a very long time, simply staring at my hands. My lips felt swollen and my skin burned as though it were on fire. The men had done this to me, with no regard. They were like a compass, pointing me towards ruin and unwanted rapture. I felt very much like a whore, but knew it wasn’t my fault. But then I remember Frank, he told me this all added up to a reason. There was a point to this madness, I just didn’t know what it was yet. Eventually I would know. The only thing left was time. It ticked by slowly as I still sat there. I knew he was coming. Just like the others I knew more would come, and when he did he simply stood before me and watched me, his hands buried in his pockets. I looked up at him and he smiled, his head cocked to one side and his eyes hidden behind black sunglasses. He was about middle height, well built with broad shoulders and thick arms. His hair was a sunny blond, but looked silver in the moonlight. Like Frank he had a lip ring, and it glinted invitingly in the dim light. He had plugs punched through his ears, like giant holes. He was dressed in a heavy black jacket with a silver zip and a two-button collar. His jeans were black too, but no were near as tight as Mikey’s. A pair of chunky rock boots adorned his feet and made him seem a lot taller than he actually was. “I’m Bob.” He said, neither smiling nor frowning. He extending a hand to me, “Come, I need to take you to the cliff.” He said briskly. “Cliff?” I repeated dumbly. “Yes.” He took a step forward, hand still outstretched. “Come.” Hesitantly I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet, his fingers lacing effortlessly with mine. His lip curled, the silver ring shining slightly. “Morning is not fair off now,” he said levelly as we began to walk in synchronised step. “The mist is fading, Ana, and soon the moon shall wane. I’m to take you to the cliff where the others shall gather with us.” I nodded, letting my hair fall to cover my face. Bob sighed, reaching over at once to draw back the vale of dark hair. I looked at him questioningly, but he didn’t say anything. I couldn’t read his expression due to the sunglasses that split up his features. He inclined his head to me, his face impassive. “You’ll understand.” He whispered, his words mirroring that of Ray and Frank. “You’re close to the truth, though you do not know it yet.” “Why is this happening to me?” I asked tearfully as we reached the beginning of the cliff path that led from the beach to the grassy hillsides above. “As I said,” Bob replied, “You’ll understand.” I was getting sick of that phrase. ‘You’ll understand.’ Bob held my hand tighter as we began to climb the narrow path, skirting bush, brier and rock alike. The path was dark, lit by the dim silver glow of the forever-watching moon. The leaves, nettles and roots dipped in and out of the shadows, twisting to form strange shapes before my eyes.

 

[קרניjack]

../images/Emo29.gif חלק 6

“Nearly there, not long now.” Bob said over his shoulder, pulling me along faster so that I had to jog to keep up with his long strides. “Yes, just-” he pulled me round a bend in the path and we emerged onto the flat, grassy top of the cliff. “Here.” He said, stopping us. The cliff top was a wide expanse, full of jutting rock ridges and overgrown brushes and bordered on all sides by rooted skeletal trees, the spindly branches black against the indigo sky. A thick mist still lingered here, drifting just above the cold ground and twirling in indistinguishable patterns. Bob gripped my hand tight, turning his head this way and that as four dark figures emerged from the mist, their faces pale and ghostly in the half light. “You brought her, then,” said the soft purr of what I recognised to be Gerard’s voice. “Yes.” Bob said, “As you said.” “Bring her to me.” Gerard said lightly. “I wish to see her.” Bob took a step into the circle of figures, releasing my hand and letting me stand in the centre. The moon broke through the clouds, shining down on all of us and lighting up my surroundings. Gerard stood directly before me, his smirk playing gently over his handsome face, his black fringe curling round his chin. On my right stood Mikey, his pale skin glowing ethereally through the dark, his glasses glinting. I watched him lick his lips hungrily. I shuddered from the memory of his touch, praying it would never be repeated. Standing on my left was Frank, his soft eyes bathing me with curious affection, his pink mouth pouting a fraction. He nodded at me slightly, his messy hair ruffling in the wind. He raised a hand to his lips, kissed it and blew out delicately. I felt the kiss brush my cheek and closed my eyes, revelling in it’s sincerity. Ray was positioned parallel to me, his curls evident even in the dark. He grinned at me, as though to say I told you so. I knew it was time to find out the mystery of this confusing evening. Bob touched my shoulder reassuringly, before stepping back into the circle and leaving me standing alone. “My friends,” Gerard hissed, his voice dripping with ceremony. “She is here.” There was a rustle of words from them all, in common agreement. “Have you all done as told?” Gerard asked, a deeper undertone of control seeping into his words. “Mikey?” “Yes,” Mikey nodded, “I induced the fear we needed. I touched her like I knew she wouldn’t want me to and I felt her curves as instructed.” I blinked. What was going on? “Frank?” Gerard said, turning to look at my epitome of emo. “Yes,” Frank muttered, bitterness in his words. “I took her as you wished. I violated the body of the girl.” The girl? I had a name… “Ray?” Gerard raised an eyebrow at Ray across the circle. “Yes,” Ray blushed, “I kissed her with the practised tongue you desired.” Practised? How many times had these people done this? “And Bob,” Gerard smiled warmly at Bob who nodded. “You have brought her here, so I know you succeeded.” “Yes, Gerard.” Bob said quietly. Gerard grinned. It was then I noticed. His teeth, they weren’t as they had been. Gerard had fangs. “Yes,” Gerard said, seemingly amused as he watched the comprehension dawn on my face. “We are vampires. The Damned. The Forsaken. The Dead. Blood lust, pale necks, dark eyes, black souls. We are the things that go bump in the night and we’ve been watching you, waiting in the shadows. We’ve waited for this night, for this moment, and now…” he took in a deep, almost excitable breath. “We’re going to resolve the madness. We’ve touched, held, caressed, loved, adored and abused your body, all that remains is the marks upon your throat and you shall be one of us.” “One of us.” Repeated the others eerily, “One of us.” I stared round at them all and my eyes widened with panic as I saw their glittering fangs, white and dazzling in the sharp light. They all began to walk towards me and I froze, unable to resist. I understood now. I was to join the ranks of the dead, to become a daemonicial corpse. Gerard moved to stand behind me, his body heat radiating at my back. Bob did the same, his body heat mingling with Gerard’s. Mikey took my right arm and Ray took my left. They rolled up the sleeves on my sweater, raising my arms up to shoulder height so that my pale skin glowed in the moonlight. Frank stood before me, his hands on my waist and his smile easy and comforting. “I’ll help the pain.” He whispered lovingly. “I promise.” “Now, my brethren, brothers of blood.” Gerard hissed to his fellows. “Take what supplement you have earned. Complete this task. Let her become our sister.” I gazed up into Frank’s kind face, enjoying the feel of his hands stroking my side. He nodded at me encouragingly as I felt two sets of breath on either side of my neck. I flinched as their teeth pierced me, my body clenching as the warm sting of pain embedded itself in my neck. Gerard and Bob began to suck my blood, slowly, sensuously, drawing it out like a blade. Tears swamped my eyes, but I wouldn’t cry, I wouldn’t show how hurtful this was. Mikey and Ray bent their heads low, mouths engulfing my wrists, teeth penetrating my flesh. I whimpered a little, feeling the life giving liquid leave me. “It’s okay.” Frank murmured, his hands holding my middle tighter as I began to cry against my will. I panted, my chest heaving as the 4 immortal fiends drained my veins. “It’s nearly over now.” Frank hushed, “It’s all right, Ana, it’ll be fine.” I wanted to believe him so much, but the pain was killing me. My vision was going dark, cloudy and I grew fearful. Frank saw the terror in my eyes as Gerard’s hands snaked upon my shoulders. He nodded at me, as though to say it needed to be done. The vice like grip of Gerard’s mouth broke away, a low sucking sound ringing in my ear as he stepped back. The other three reluctantly followed his lead, fangs retreating from my flesh.

 

[קרניjack]

../images/Emo29.gif הסוף../images/Emo29.gif

My limbs felt heavy and I sagged in Frank’s arms as he drew me up against him. I cast a weary glance at the vampires around me. My blood marked their mouths, crimson and glittering like ruby lipstick. “Finish it Frank.” Gerard rasped. “Finish it.” I lifted my head slowly and stared up into Frank’s beautifully raptured face. He smiled, his fangs gleaming. For a split second I thought he was going to kill me. I couldn’t have been more wrong. “Take my blood, Ana, drink it.” Frank whispered, plunging his fangs deep into his bottom lip, slitting that perfect skin. Scarlet began to drip down his chin and I found myself leaning in, closing my suddenly eager mouth around his flesh and drawing the red elixir onto my tongue. The heat it inspired was glorifying and I immediately began to crave more. A white-hot burning sensation filled my mouth and I gripped Frank’s shoulders, staring at him with wide silent eyes. He gazed back, in complete understanding. Something split through my gums, pushing my human teeth back into a compact space. I moaned in agony as what I knew to be fangs entered my mouth forcefully. “She is our sister…” my five fellow vampires whispered softly upon the wind… The End

 

[קרניjack]

ולמי שיותר נוח

הוספתי את זה למאמרים, שם יותר נוח לקרוא משמאל לימין

 

[marimarina]

סגידה לך קרן.

סגידה.

 

[קרניjack]

חח, מוותרת על זה

הכותבת היא מעולה, תגיבי לה בפורום הרישמי...

 

[בטי בופ האחת]

חחחח....

קרן הם קוראים בפורום הרשמי???. הם הכוונה לMCR....... יש סיכוי שהם קראו את הכתבה?? דרך הגב הגעתי רק עד החלק ה-4 ולא הבנתי מלא... אבל הבנתי בדוגרי... וואי זה קשה לקרוא הכל...

 

[קרניjack]

איזה כתבה?

את מתכוונת לפאנפיק? כל פעם שאני מתחילה לקרוא פאנפיק זה נראה לי ממש משעמם, אבל לאט לאט זה ניהיה סוחף יותר...! וכשקוראים הרבה אז "מתרגלים", כלומר קל יותר

 

[sapirush1]

אם אתם כבר קוראים

תעשו טובה ותתרגמו את זה בקיצור האורך של זה מפחיד אותי!

 

[GD ROCKS]

צודקת

שמישהו יתרגם

 

[קרניjack]

../images/Emo41.gif טוב הנה תיקצור הסיפור../images/Emo3.gif

אולי זה ידרבן לקרוא *מעודדת קריאה באנגלית

* ומקווה שלא כתתבי את כל זה לחינם

: בחורה בשם אנה מטיילת כל יום על חוף הים בלילה, זה מרגיע אותה....היא בטוחה שהיא לבד בכל פעם, עד שפעם אחת קול מבהיל מאחוריה מקפיץ אותה... בהתחלה היא לא מבינה מי זה, הקול מיסתורי ומפחיד אותה, עד שלאור הירח היא רואה בחור, עורו לבן עם שיער שחור *נחשו מי

* הוא אומר שהם חיכו לה, לפתע היא מרגישה זוג יידים תופסות בה ונוגעות בה מאחורה *ונחשו מי זה*, ג'רארד נידף באויר והיידים החזקות שאוחזות בה נוגעות בה..היא מרגישה מושפלת ובכל כוחה היא מנסה להשתחרר מהאחיזה ורצה, הבחור שאחז בה צועק לה שהיא לא תוכל לברוח מהם, שהם עוד יפגשו, שהם חיכו לה, שהם רוצים אותה....היא מסתכלת אחורנית ורואה בחור בעל משקפיים, הוא זה שאחז והגע בה.... החוף חשוך והיא מאבדת את עצמה בריצה, עד שהיא מגלה איזור מוכר שמתגלה כמערת מיסתור שליד החוף.......יש לה הרגשה כל כך רעה, מה היא תעשה? מה רוצים ממנה? למה אותה? מה היא תישאר לבד כל הלילה בחוף....עד הבוקר? היא נכנסת לתוך המערה, ושם היא מגלה בחור נוסף...היא יודעת שהוא חבר של השניים הקודמים אבל בניגוד אל הקודמים שהפחידו אותה, היא רואה בעניים שלו מן אמינות שכזאת, הוא אומר להם שאין מה לפחוד, ושהיא תבין הכל בסוף, למה זה קורה, שהוא לא יפגע בה. היא מהופטנת מעיניו הירוקות, סטייל האימו והקעקועים *נחשו מי זה עכשיו* והוא אומר לה שהוא חייב לעשות לה משהוא, אם לא לשניהם יהיה רע. הוא חייב, והוא אומר שהוא מצטער.... בכל אופן הוא.......אונס אותה? אי אפשר לקרוא לזה ממש אונס כי זה בהסכמה וזה לא שהיא לא נהנת אבל זה נעשה בצורה ברוטאלית, וגם הוא נושך אותה בצווארה..... הפנים שלהם כל כך לבנות. היא מרגישה כמו זונה, אבודה ולא יודעת מה לעשות, לא מבינה מה קורה, הכל כמו הזייה, מעורפל מבעד למסך של עשן. היא יוצאת מהמערה אחרי שפראנק כמו נבלע בעלטה ומרכינה את הראש בין בריכה. מה אמור לקרות? מה המטרה של כל זה? למה הוא מתכוון שיש להם מטרה? היא יודעת שזה לא הסוף, ויושבת שעה קלה כך. כמו שהיא ציפתה היא שומעת קול נוסף, ואפילו לא מתאמצת לראות מי זה. לאחר שהוא מחייב אותה להביט בו היא רואה בחור עם שיער רעמתי, שאומר גם לה שהוא לא רוצה לפגוע בה....אבל הוא חייב לנשק אותה, ומבלי שהיא מספיקה להגיד מילה הוא עושה את זה ונעלם, לאחר מכן מגיע הבחור החמישי ואומר לה לקום וללכת, הם צריכים להגיע לפני ההזריחה אל הצוק. לאחר שהם מגיעים היא עומדת בחשיכה ומרגישה שעומדים איתם עוד אנשים. באורו העמום של הירח היא רואה את חמשת הבחורים מקיפים אותה. כולם מתקרבים אליה, ג'רארד אומר שזה יכאב אבל זה יהיה מהיר...היא שמה לב לזוג ניבים בוהקות בין שיניו, וכך גם אצל האחרים. כל אחד ממקם את עצמו ונועץ בה את שיניו. היא מתאמצת לא לצרוח, הכאב מייסר, ופראנקי מצטער (אה עה חרוז

) לאחר שהיא חושבת שזה הסוף, פראנקי מבקש ממנה לשתות מדמו שעל שפתו... לאחר שהיא עושה זאת, הנה המשפט האחרון שמסיים באוירה דרמתית זאת את הפיק

She is our sister…” my five fellow vampires whispered softly upon the wind -סוף-

 

[sapirush1]

יאאא קרן אני אוהבת אותך ../images/Emo24.gif

ממש שאין לי זמן לקרוא עכשיו אבל אני מבטיחה לקרוא עוד מעט טנקס טנקס טנקס וביום שישי יש לי שעה שלמה לקרוא דברים כאלה אז אני יתחיל לאסוף פאנפיקים כאלו ויקרא