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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
590
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Chapter One: Moving
TITLE: BLOOD COLOURED PAPER
Rating: R
Genres: Romance / Horror
Words: 1381
Pairing(s): Like in live all kinds
Warnings: none for the time being
Published: 25/10/05
Summary: Kerobe live changed when she had to move from her hometown to Amaelskross a shadowy city ruled by clans. There she meets new friends, enemies and deadly secrets. When the storm hits will she survive?!
AN: It\'s my first Story written in English so if you see something wrong please tell me, i\'m still looking for a beta to this story if you liked to help me leave a review!
Disclaimer: This story is Original! Yes people, that means that every peace of this fiction is mine! Don\'t Steal. If you like something and ask!
Feedback: Appreciated if you do, Thank You!
BLOOD COLOURED PAPER BY SAHARLEM MAELS
Chapter One: Moving
The day was silently sinking in the red and violet luscious horizon when we finally arrived at Amaelskross. The city was full of historical sites, running through old buildings and blending in recent ones with such sweetness and union, creating the most beautiful otherworldly tapestry that anyone could imagine! A timeless city that inspired obscure passions on artists and writers for ages since her first breath. A kind of wet dream of idealistic sets for a lot of B-movies directors; as my dearest friend who without delay spitefully told me in excruciating detail. How magnificently decadent and in her humble opinion the next best thing since some sod invented chocolate truffle!
In other words, a darkly tourist trap that would be our home for the next few years, and I wasn\'t very happy about it! We shouldn\'t have moved to this gloomy town.
In a strange way, I was so damn right!
My mother has been promoted in her job and, of course, didn\'t lost one opportunity to runaway from her homeland to come to this damn town. I don\'t understand how could she prefer a strange town in the middle of nowhere\" to other place nearest the civilization. Worse then all, the only thing I was authorized to do was waiting a six-hour drive from our former home, quietly and peacefully. I don\'t think I was capable to change her mind, even if I could!
My dearest mommy is the most inflexible person I have ever known, especially when it comes to her obligation! Ever since my parents divorced we\'ve been low of money, not dearly poor but some luxuries had to be shorted. Mother primary concern since then was to provide us the same income and life style that we were used to it! She will currently earn three times more. That\'s a good sign. I hope she\'s happy! Although, I think she hates my father so much that I guess our hometown wasn\'t big enough for them any more. Not even an entire planet.
Couldn\'t mother have chosen some other city nearest our homeland? Her boss had given her the chance to choose a place where the company had an good job position available, and there were many! God them it, she could have chosen the nearest town! At least I could still see my dad and my friends once in a while. But no, mother had to pick the other side of the country as if she was runaway from the devil himself!
I glared fiercely through the window car to the gloom streets that passed by. Silent witnesses to my dim thoughts that barely considered their dark regal beauty or be cause of it!
I missed everything I left behind! My home, my friends and mostly my father!
My best friend, JacK had called it \"Hometown for the undead\" and by the second I had to agree with her! Especially when I got to see our new home. An old Victorian house, with big French windows that opened to a spacious porch, beautiful wood carved doors, burgundy painted walls, slender stone columns and divine high ceilings.
In the soft light it seem to be some fairy tale horror manor house.
\'Awesome!!\' screeched my over excitable older sister Sarah Mac - \"Dolly\" - Rosen Bell.
Sometimes I think she fell on a cauldron full of cheering potion when she was a baby. It\'s humanly impossible to be so cheerful all the time! But my most perfect sister does a good impersonation of a brainless, vain and self-centred cheerleader Bitch!
And, worst of all, that\'s why mother loves her much more than me. Mother is always comparing us. Every time I make a mistake or say something wrong or if my grades aren\'t so high like Miss Barbie doll, it\'s the same all the time!
\'Why can\'t you be more like your sister! She as good grades and never gave so much hard work as you little girl! ... what about respect? You could show more of it when you are among people! Your sister has a kindred heart to anybody and loves to help mom in the leadings. You\'re too much like your father do you know that!
When she\'s talking like that I want climb walls. They turn up my mind upside down. Mum and sister are equal. Maybe I\'m adopted! How knows!!
What she doesn\'t know is that her sugar dumpling of a daughter was always on highs with her friends and at party\'s when I had to do her schoolwork since nine grade.
Never in our lives could my mother realize anything wrong with her sweet Sarah! But with me, it\'s another story! I\'m so alike in appearance with my father that she unconsciously assumes me as the cause of her all problems. I\'m an easy target to blame for all the misfortunes that happens in our wonderful and perfect family. If something goes wrong and it\'s not my fault, it\'s useless trying to prove the contrary. She always sticks to her beliefs; never listen to my words. I\'m always guilty. Always? It\'s irritating!
What can I say than that I was promoted to the black wolf of the family! Well, this is a kind of tricky because sometimes, I really wish to be the black wolf of the family. At least I would have plenty of fun!
I\'m not at bad person! I do my duty at home and to my parents as a daughter and get average to high grades in school as it is supposed to. I rarely speak foul language; I\'m a very social and respectful person, but just when I want to!
I\'m tidy, although, not so anal retentive like some people! I think that was one of the reasons for the fallout of my parents. Despite my dad is a full-size untidy pig my mother is the opposite! And guess what! Sarah is as big piggy as my daddy.
I had been a damn good friend to my best friend and the others until I left!
Well, I should stop inflating my ego for now and go for the action. You must be dead bored at this instant with my rambling.
After three hours of unpacking every thing from the truck into the house, it looked better on the outside than the inside. The residence needed serious maintenance to be liveable!
It was dirty with rubbish, clutter and tons of dust from being empty for more than fifty-five years at least as was told us!
I started hutting for a room to call my own. Put my boxes in it and leave to find a hotel room for mother rented us to spend the night. Tomorrow it\'ll be full with hard work only to clean this house and I don\'t want to think what creepy stuff that lurks in the basement of filth, or the small jungle of doom in the backyard. I bet that Jackie would love to put her eyes in all the dark hols doing a bit of exploring; she would be in the seventh heaven!
I swiftly climbed the stairs to the first floor and saw myself in a comfy hallway with a stain-glass skylight; wood flours and beautiful twin chandeliers that shed warm light through its fingers and warmed the elderly soft wallpaper in the same burgundy colour. The corridor wasn\'t very long and I could see four doors; two on the left, one on the right and the last one in front of me, at the end of the hall. After closer inspection, behind the first three doors were very good size rooms. They all have high wood carved ceilings and with stocky oak furniture, enormous stone fireplaces. The first with soft lavender, the second blue and the last cantaloupe wallpaper. But I didn\'t like them very much! And the fourth door, to my surprise, led to the loft that once had been a bedroom and currently was full of boxes old furniture and knick-knacks full of dust bunnies; the ceiling was painted with the evening sky and I fall in love with it. That was to be my room I left it running to get my stuff. Tomorrow was going to be a grand day after all!
End of Chapter One
AN: Hope you enjoyed reading, feel free to leave suggestion!
Rating: R
Genres: Romance / Horror
Words: 1381
Pairing(s): Like in live all kinds
Warnings: none for the time being
Published: 25/10/05
Summary: Kerobe live changed when she had to move from her hometown to Amaelskross a shadowy city ruled by clans. There she meets new friends, enemies and deadly secrets. When the storm hits will she survive?!
AN: It\'s my first Story written in English so if you see something wrong please tell me, i\'m still looking for a beta to this story if you liked to help me leave a review!
Disclaimer: This story is Original! Yes people, that means that every peace of this fiction is mine! Don\'t Steal. If you like something and ask!
Feedback: Appreciated if you do, Thank You!
BLOOD COLOURED PAPER BY SAHARLEM MAELS
Chapter One: Moving
The day was silently sinking in the red and violet luscious horizon when we finally arrived at Amaelskross. The city was full of historical sites, running through old buildings and blending in recent ones with such sweetness and union, creating the most beautiful otherworldly tapestry that anyone could imagine! A timeless city that inspired obscure passions on artists and writers for ages since her first breath. A kind of wet dream of idealistic sets for a lot of B-movies directors; as my dearest friend who without delay spitefully told me in excruciating detail. How magnificently decadent and in her humble opinion the next best thing since some sod invented chocolate truffle!
In other words, a darkly tourist trap that would be our home for the next few years, and I wasn\'t very happy about it! We shouldn\'t have moved to this gloomy town.
In a strange way, I was so damn right!
My mother has been promoted in her job and, of course, didn\'t lost one opportunity to runaway from her homeland to come to this damn town. I don\'t understand how could she prefer a strange town in the middle of nowhere\" to other place nearest the civilization. Worse then all, the only thing I was authorized to do was waiting a six-hour drive from our former home, quietly and peacefully. I don\'t think I was capable to change her mind, even if I could!
My dearest mommy is the most inflexible person I have ever known, especially when it comes to her obligation! Ever since my parents divorced we\'ve been low of money, not dearly poor but some luxuries had to be shorted. Mother primary concern since then was to provide us the same income and life style that we were used to it! She will currently earn three times more. That\'s a good sign. I hope she\'s happy! Although, I think she hates my father so much that I guess our hometown wasn\'t big enough for them any more. Not even an entire planet.
Couldn\'t mother have chosen some other city nearest our homeland? Her boss had given her the chance to choose a place where the company had an good job position available, and there were many! God them it, she could have chosen the nearest town! At least I could still see my dad and my friends once in a while. But no, mother had to pick the other side of the country as if she was runaway from the devil himself!
I glared fiercely through the window car to the gloom streets that passed by. Silent witnesses to my dim thoughts that barely considered their dark regal beauty or be cause of it!
I missed everything I left behind! My home, my friends and mostly my father!
My best friend, JacK had called it \"Hometown for the undead\" and by the second I had to agree with her! Especially when I got to see our new home. An old Victorian house, with big French windows that opened to a spacious porch, beautiful wood carved doors, burgundy painted walls, slender stone columns and divine high ceilings.
In the soft light it seem to be some fairy tale horror manor house.
\'Awesome!!\' screeched my over excitable older sister Sarah Mac - \"Dolly\" - Rosen Bell.
Sometimes I think she fell on a cauldron full of cheering potion when she was a baby. It\'s humanly impossible to be so cheerful all the time! But my most perfect sister does a good impersonation of a brainless, vain and self-centred cheerleader Bitch!
And, worst of all, that\'s why mother loves her much more than me. Mother is always comparing us. Every time I make a mistake or say something wrong or if my grades aren\'t so high like Miss Barbie doll, it\'s the same all the time!
\'Why can\'t you be more like your sister! She as good grades and never gave so much hard work as you little girl! ... what about respect? You could show more of it when you are among people! Your sister has a kindred heart to anybody and loves to help mom in the leadings. You\'re too much like your father do you know that!
When she\'s talking like that I want climb walls. They turn up my mind upside down. Mum and sister are equal. Maybe I\'m adopted! How knows!!
What she doesn\'t know is that her sugar dumpling of a daughter was always on highs with her friends and at party\'s when I had to do her schoolwork since nine grade.
Never in our lives could my mother realize anything wrong with her sweet Sarah! But with me, it\'s another story! I\'m so alike in appearance with my father that she unconsciously assumes me as the cause of her all problems. I\'m an easy target to blame for all the misfortunes that happens in our wonderful and perfect family. If something goes wrong and it\'s not my fault, it\'s useless trying to prove the contrary. She always sticks to her beliefs; never listen to my words. I\'m always guilty. Always? It\'s irritating!
What can I say than that I was promoted to the black wolf of the family! Well, this is a kind of tricky because sometimes, I really wish to be the black wolf of the family. At least I would have plenty of fun!
I\'m not at bad person! I do my duty at home and to my parents as a daughter and get average to high grades in school as it is supposed to. I rarely speak foul language; I\'m a very social and respectful person, but just when I want to!
I\'m tidy, although, not so anal retentive like some people! I think that was one of the reasons for the fallout of my parents. Despite my dad is a full-size untidy pig my mother is the opposite! And guess what! Sarah is as big piggy as my daddy.
I had been a damn good friend to my best friend and the others until I left!
Well, I should stop inflating my ego for now and go for the action. You must be dead bored at this instant with my rambling.
After three hours of unpacking every thing from the truck into the house, it looked better on the outside than the inside. The residence needed serious maintenance to be liveable!
It was dirty with rubbish, clutter and tons of dust from being empty for more than fifty-five years at least as was told us!
I started hutting for a room to call my own. Put my boxes in it and leave to find a hotel room for mother rented us to spend the night. Tomorrow it\'ll be full with hard work only to clean this house and I don\'t want to think what creepy stuff that lurks in the basement of filth, or the small jungle of doom in the backyard. I bet that Jackie would love to put her eyes in all the dark hols doing a bit of exploring; she would be in the seventh heaven!
I swiftly climbed the stairs to the first floor and saw myself in a comfy hallway with a stain-glass skylight; wood flours and beautiful twin chandeliers that shed warm light through its fingers and warmed the elderly soft wallpaper in the same burgundy colour. The corridor wasn\'t very long and I could see four doors; two on the left, one on the right and the last one in front of me, at the end of the hall. After closer inspection, behind the first three doors were very good size rooms. They all have high wood carved ceilings and with stocky oak furniture, enormous stone fireplaces. The first with soft lavender, the second blue and the last cantaloupe wallpaper. But I didn\'t like them very much! And the fourth door, to my surprise, led to the loft that once had been a bedroom and currently was full of boxes old furniture and knick-knacks full of dust bunnies; the ceiling was painted with the evening sky and I fall in love with it. That was to be my room I left it running to get my stuff. Tomorrow was going to be a grand day after all!
End of Chapter One
AN: Hope you enjoyed reading, feel free to leave suggestion!