Untitled/Moonlit Eternity

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****Moonlit Eternity****


Piercing blue eyes shone in the darkness, seeing what others could

not. Though the crowds could not see him, they somehow knew he was

there, watching them, stalking them. A prickle of sensation running

down their spines, warning them away from the darkness. He liked it

there, he was safe there; it was his home. After centuries of moving

in the shadows, there was no other place for him to go. Movement off

to his left startled him out of his thoughts. Tonight, he was the one

being hunted, and it would take all of his skills to stay alive.

Pulling his jacket closed, he walked out of the woods and melted into

the crowd, slipping away like a wisp of smoke.
* * *

“Honey, why are you locked up in here? There’s a party at the

Raimes’ mansion, you should come.” The man’s watery blue eyes rested

caringly on her face. Maharette looked up from her book, forcing a

smile to appear.

“No, dad, I’d rather not. This report is due on Monday and I

haven’t finished reading the book yet. Maybe we’ll do something

tomorrow.” Maharette cringed inwardly as soon as the words left her

mouth. Her father’s smile, perfect as ever, lit up his face.

“You betcha kiddo, go back to studying. I’ll have Marissa bring

you up something to eat before she leaves for the night.” With one

last look, her father left, shutting the door behind him. Maharette

sighed, marking her spot before putting the book down. What she failed

to tell him was the she’d finished the report days ago, and was just

re-reading the book for fun. Anything to keep her father from dragging

her to one of his parties. Standing, Maharette moved to her window,

looking out over her father’s estate. That’s what it was, her fathers

mansion on her fathers estate. It had never been home, not since her

mother died and he’d moved the two of them here. Half a world away

from the only place she’d known, the only place she was sure she’d fit

in.

“Doesn’t need me anyway, not with that bimbo in tow.” Maharette

murmured, watching her father’s shiny new sports car drive away. She

sighed again, running a hand through her long dark hair. She didn’t

understand her father’s need to be the center of attention, as he

didn’t get why she preferred to stay in the shadows. Her entire life,

people had been telling her what a pretty girl she was. With her curly

black hair, alabaster skin, and her mother’s eyes, they all thought

she belonged on the cover of every magazine. She’d had offers upon

offers to model for the top designers, to star in the latest movies.

And she turned them down, one right after another, until they finally

stopped asking.

Sitting back down on her bed, Maharette stared blankly at the

ornamented ceiling of her room. She wished her father hadn’t been a

big movie star in his youth, she wished he’d stop trying to force her

into his world, but most of all she wished they’d just leave her

alone. Forget she ever existed and let her get on with her life.

Heaving another tired sigh, she decided to go to the kitchens and tell

Marissa to go home early. She wanted the place to herself.
* * *

Eli was scared, for the first time in centuries. Whoever was

hunting him was good, frightfully good. Eli had thought melting into

the late evening crowd of revelers would throw the man of his trail.

It hadn’t the figure Eli only thought was a man stayed right behind.

Dodging into a darkened alley, Eli pressed back into the darkness to

collect his thoughts. Closing his eyes, he listened for the sound of

anyone following him. When nothing moved he released an unneeded

breath. Looking around, Eli found that he was farther away from his

home than he’d realized. The brick building at the end of the alley

crushed all hopes of a possible escape route. He’d have to chance

going back out into the streets. Calling on all his power, Eli slipped

back into the lighted road, dodging bodies, looking constantly over

his shoulder. He should’ve been watching his front.

“Well, well, well, so we meet at last vampire.” The voice growled

in a mocking tone as Eli picked himself up off the ground. He eyed his

opponent in distaste.

“And who would I have the pleasure of making an acquaintance?”

Eli pulled on his gentlemanly façade to hide his unease.

“Don’t pull that gentleman crap with me killer, I know full well

who and what you are. You’re not going to walk away from this one

Eli.” The man reached for what Eli could only assume was a weapon.

“Try me.” Eli growled before rushing the man. He bowled the man

over and disappeared back into the woods. Like the wind Eli ran,

faster than mortally possible. He knew that if his plan didn’t work

he’d be in serious trouble, his power drained in this reckless

attempt. If the man somehow kept up, or tracked him down too soon, it

would be the end.

Slowing down, Eli took stock of his surroundings. He’d reached

his home turf; it was time to turn the tables. Resting in the crook of

a tree, he listened for his pursuer. Closer than Eli had thought he

would be, but not close enough to have seen anything yet besides more

trees. Eli allowed himself a moment’s rest and a purely evil smile.

Then he set to work. Only one of them was going to walk out of the

clearing, and Eli fully intended for it to be him.
* * *
Maharette wandered around the empty mansion, boredom tugging at

her mind. Entering the library, she smiled as she looked upon the art

her mother had collected. All the classic artists were there, most of

them originals. Sadness swept over her as she thought of her mother.

It’d been almost 5 years since she’d died. Maharette had thought she

was over it, but the tears still came every time. Wandering aimlessly,

Maharette took the time to appreciate the graceful arches and

hand-carved woodwork that made up the old house. Personally she

thought the only reason her father had purchased the mansion was

because he knew he had to convince Maharette to move with him. And

since she’d expressed a love of all things classical and antique, he

knew she couldn’t resist.

Finding herself in the atrium her father had built for her,

Maharette sat down at her baby grand. It was the last thing her mother

had ever given her, and Maharette loved it dearly. Sliding open the

lid, she caressed the pure ivory keys tenderly. She couldn’t decide

what she was in the mood to play, so she just began with random chords

that sounded good together. Humming along, Maharette closed her eyes

and let the music take her away. Switching to something vaguely

Beethoven, she played until her fingers hurt. Sitting back, Maharette

sighed. This wasn’t working. She needed to go do something, anything

to relieve the suffocating feeling of being trapped.

Running up the stairs to her room, she pulled on her favorite

long coat and stepped into her shoes. Slipping out onto her balcony,

she took the hidden stairs down to the ground and headed for the

woods. That was the other thing she loved most about this house, it

was surrounded on three sides by an old forest.


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