Within the Strong Holds of Her Soul

Sometimes an emotion can be so strong, our hearts and minds can no longer contain it and the grief or passion or what ever it may be, comes flooding out like a raging river. And sometimes, it finds a way to manifest it’s self within us...

Picture this, if you will... within the soul of an artist, no matter the craft she may take.. is a realm. It is made up of all the pain, the anguish, the passion, the fire that fuels its creator. Now what say, you are actually allowed to see this realm.. this.. safe haven of another. You may be surprised what you find there, and you might not.. it all depends.. can you read a person so well to know what they hold within? Or... will you return to find that this person, is not the one you think you know.. you might see behind the mask they hold and you might not... the journey is up to you, my friend. Will you continue on? Or will you stop here and forever wonder, what lay before you...


Within the Strong Holds of Her Soul
By Pen_chan
penny@wayxcable.com
AIM: HellsingMistress

Disclaimer: I may mention another F.Fnet author in here, Ramsey, one so dear to me.. plus some other friends, upon naming them I will add (( their name )) beside said person. Plus any of their creations belongs to them.. but most of this should be something I have created.. unless stated...

Also, this story will have darker themes, sexual themes, and well who knows? Please do not read if these may offend you.

Many thanks
Penny

Chapter One
Welcome to my Home


“I am surprised you found this realm, but please, come with me.. all are welcomed within the hallow walls that I call home.. oh forgive me.. I fear I have left you, not knowing who I am.. my name is Pen_chan, or simply Pen... well.. ok yes it does stand for something else but.... must you ask? Very well... but never call me this please.. it stands for Penny. There... the name I was gifted with at birth and yet I despise it.. anyway! Shall we go?”
She smiled brightly, a young woman, who’s age could not be known by a simply glance. Twenty? Maybe younger? He wasn’t sure, but the darker being that had sought her out did know what she was.. she was one of the rare ones here. A creator, few roamed about anymore.. taking different forms then their true ones.. leaving their realms to be rules by the strongest of their muses. And that is exactly what he was, one of her own in fact.. and yet she did not know this. His name? Rondel. A dark entity of darker purpose.. his hair was long and ebony as a raven’s wings, swept back behind him in a intricate braid. His skin was alabaster as polished marble, and his eyes as green as pure emerald... He had come to her as she sat by the river side, she seemed so lost as she watched the rippling clear waters.
Today she was sporting took ook of a half elf, her ears only slightly pointed, her clothes made of fine linen and her skin as soft as dove’s down. He was almost taken back by her gentle appearance.. she seemed so happy and delicate at this moment... not like the tormented soul that had created him in a fit of grief.. He had kneeled by her, it did not seem to disturb the giShe She was so lost in her thoughts.. that he could not help but to reach out to touch those soft locks of chestnut brown hair as the wind tousled them about her dazed features.. this is what had snapped her back to semi reality.
She had started at him for awhile, in shock and pleasing him greatly with the terror that flooded over her eyes.. it must have been his pale features, maybe the cold look in his eyes or perhaps the glimmer of a fang as he allowed a smirk to curl over his lips. But just as quickly as she had came to fear him, she settled and welcomed him by her side... how powerful was this girl, not to fear for her life.. when faced with something such as himself, alone?
He would find himself siting by her for a time, once more she had become lost in what ever it was out there in the water that had captured his attention. For a moment he tho of of giving in to his hunger.. to do what he had been created to do.. and yet there was something that made him wish to know more about this girl, before he would do away with her.
As he watched her, he could not help but the allow his eyes to roam, the gentle curve of her breast, how round and smooth it but be beneath those light coverings.. the smooth skin that was shown just below , continuing the path lead by his eyes to where the cloth covered once more, hiding her from his gaze.. till just above her thighs.. indeed this girl was fair today, and so lightly covered. He would enjoy the task before him... ever so much so now.
She must have felt the path his hungry eyes was making, for it was like wind that the cloth made itself longer and thicker, hiding more of her from his gaze. This spited him slightly but he knew it would not be long till he would have that body before him, with nothing to keep his cold fingers from her smooth skin.. and her blood from his lips.
She had introduced herself to him, and he had given his name, but when asked where he had hailed from, Rondel became silent and distant once more. She had not pushed the matter, but it was not long before she had him enthralled once more, talking of what ever would cross her seemingly chaotic mind... it really did seem so, she switched topics so quickly and spoke of such things no one would think of.. yet it was very entertaining.
After awhile , after partaking in one of the strangest conversations he had ever heard, Rondel was finally escorted by the young creator, she lead him to the river edge, and there he found himself greeted by another dark entity.. a river man. A creature, who’s soul purpose was to carry the fallen across this river.. their destination? No one was ever sure of where another would go, but why was this creator taking him to a river man? Did she know what he was? Perhaps she did ane the thought of this as a way to be rid of him.. well it wouldn’t be so easy...
But he was surprised once more, when she herself boarded the rickety looking boat. He joined her upon the craft, though unsure if it could hold the three of him. He watched in silence as she reached into a small slit in the cloth, revealing a pouch below the cloth.. from there she produced a few silver coins and handed these over to the river man.
He did not question her or her method of travel, though he now wondered greatly. What was this girl? How could she so easily command the carriers of the dead? These questions roamed about his mind as he rode silently beside her.. looking to the water that surrounded the little boat, he was shocked to find no fish in the river.. then of course, he was upon the ship of the dead.. perhaps these were unholy waters, in which no thing could survive.
Such a strange choice of landscape, for a creator to choose...


End of Chapter One.