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Post by | Midnight Sun | on Apr 23, 2009 10:50:36 GMT -5
Hello [#username],
Your challenge is to take a moment and have your muse's greatest fear come true. What is it? How will it play out? You tell me! ((If you need to TEMP a character, you may, just add a note that your temping them)).
Come on [#username]! See if you can test out our writing skills on this one! Just post a reply. |
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Post by Aro on Apr 23, 2009 12:18:10 GMT -5
Challenge Three: Greatest Fear
Russia || Will be temping Marcus
I Have Nothing
Aro was sitting in the entrance of a cave the snow was coming down heavily, but Aro barely noticed. There wasn't much to notice anymore. His eyes were black with thirst unusual if you had known him or what he was at least. His power gone, taken, removed. No longer to be the powerful Volturi Leader. No longer able to be around other vampires his lies were found out his hidden secretes revealed. They were never suppose to find out what he had done. He had done it to ensure the Volturi stayed together. But no it wasn't enough to take his power away from him they had to take his love as well. Sulpicia. How he missed her, he did, still does love her. He had always loved her though his love for power was greater. His love for her was still very strong something not easily broken. But she was gone forever never to be with him, never to say she loved him, or everything would turn out for the best. No words of comfort, no longer restraining him to be careful. Nothing at all.
Aro wanted to take back his power he wanted it more than anything. He craved his power, but how to gain what was taken? He could never again be what he was. Marcus made sure of that he had taken everything he could from him before he sent him away. But how such a thing could have happened, how could this have slipped. Aro didn't even have a chance to do anything. He could remember it all so clearly. The curse of being a vampire even if you didn't want to remember you could never forget.
Aro was sitting on his throne yes it was his he had everything he would ever want. He had all the power he craved and was going to gain more, much more soon. His brothers Caius and Marcus were somewhere he wasn't sure nor did he really care at the moment. Of course Aro had his secrets he was the only one who could hide secrets no one could possibly know what he had done and no one would ever doubt him.
Aro was surprised he saw Marcus but what surprised him was his face. It was nothing but rage and it was directed at him. Aro smiled at his brother. "What's the matter?" Aro asked completely obvious to what was going to happen. Had he known what he was going to do, had he known what was going to happen before him he would done something. He would have destroyed Marcus just like he had his sister. But that's the reason for this mess is it not?
"You have lied Aro!" His face was nothing but rage. Aro was confused what ever did he mean. What did he mean? Seconds passed as did minutes Marcus face did not change.
"I have done nothing but told the truth. I've done nothing but gain power? What have I done to deserve such anger?" Aro questioned. He finally broke the silence. As he spoke he began to stand opening his arms to show he meant no harm. He didn't want Marcus to be angry at him after all he needed him to keep the power he had.
"You killed her, Aro," His voice was nothing but hate. Aro took a step back he understood know what he meant. Marcus had figured it out. Aro had killed Didyme. Didyme had caused nothing but trouble since the day he created her! He had killed her because he had seen both her and Marcus' thoughts. They were going to leave him he didn't as much care about Didyme, but Marcus could not leave.
Aro shook his head. "Brother," Aro said friendly innocently. "Who has told you such lies?" Aro wanted an answer he would kill the one that had done so. But who would have known how could he have figured it out. The one who did kill Didyme was destroyed long ago there was no one else around how could this have happened?
Marcus snapped his fingers and Aro was surrounded by his own guard. "It doesn't matter I know what you have done. You killed her, Didyme" Marcus stated his voice just as harsh, but started to break as he said Didyme's name. But he quickly composed himself his anger was apparent. "You are going to be allowed to live, but I assure you death would be so much more peaceful." And with that Aro was forced out of the room. They both glared at each other neither of them were going to forgive the other for what they had done.
That was the start of it Aro remembered it so easily. They death of his sister was kept a secret no one had ever thought it was him. No one would have ever accused him. But somehow Marcus had found out and he didn't even get the chance to find out who. Losing is power was difficult. He had been forced to leave to never come back. Death would come to him if he did. But Aro could live with that he would gain his power back. Oh he was so certain when he left. Looking at Marcus and at Caius both betrayed him.
But finding out that his love Sulpicia was dead had done him. Not only was his power gone, but now his love. He had to relive the entire experience to relive how she died what Marcus had done. He knew Marcus had sent this vampire so he would find him so he would know what he had done.
Aro had been thinking of ways to gain his power, but how? Several other vampires came though his mind. Maria. He had come across her several times she would be someone who could help. It was this that he saw a guard anger filled him at the sight. But to his surprise he smiled at him. He said words that were just lies and Aro laid his hand on him reading his ever thought. Everything he had said was a lie. But that's not why he killed him. No he had been witness to Sulpicia's death.
Those few seconds of her life before she died would haunt him forever. To know she died because of him. To know Marcus made it clear he was blaming Aro for him having to kill Sulpicia. A mate for a mate. He knew this would been to much for Aro. He had lost his power and was plotting on how to gain it. But Sulpicia dead and seeing her burn was enough. He had killed that vampire he didn't care if he wasn't the one to cause him to lose everything. He had enjoyed killing him. But when he was done he felt nothing. He had nothing.
And here he was sitting away from humans and vampires. Feeling nothing, having nothing. He could never gain what was his. He didn't even know how many days or weeks or even years had passed since he found out he hadn't lost just his power, but his love as well.
But even after losing everything he would get Marcus back. He would kill him he would make him suffer like he had made him suffer. He would make him lose everything he would die. And Aro would gain his power back he would be the leader of the Volturi and maybe even cause Caius pain as well. He had betrayed him just as much as Marcus had. Aro smiled for the first time in a long time. Yes he would gain his power. He would gain all he had lost.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on May 27, 2009 15:49:22 GMT -5
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"Rachael," His voice was so calm,
peaceful and alive. "I love you."
The sounds of the alarm clock going off ruined her good dream. Rolling over she hit the stop of the clock that was all but yelling BEEP BEEP BEEP, as it demanded she get up and face down another day. Forcing her body to a sitting position Rachael Black, gave a mental groan as her muscles protested. This was the price of getting old, your body felt damaged done from a night of sleepless tossing and turning. Still, last night was nothing compared, to that horrid day in Feb of ’07.
She also didn’t have to look at the date to know what day it was. It was the reason for her sleepless night. It was the anniversary of the love of her life’s death. Today was one of the few days a year she had trouble with her cool exterior. The one that refused to let anyone close enough to break her heart again. Still, as with every anniversary of this date, the memories always came back to her, as if it was yesterday. It had been hell. She could still recall every detail of the day it had all happened. It was not dawn yet, when Sam came up to Emily's cottage where the imprintees had gathered to wait, kissed his almost wife soundly, then turned to look at Rachael. She had known then. Known the truth, and what had happened. She didn't need to be told but he spoke anyway. She hadn't heard half the words he said, and would never ask him to repeat it. Her mind seemed to know, she did not need to hear the hows of Paul’s death. She had not cried then, she just stopped doing everything. When they would offer hugs, or words meant to comfort she had merely walked away. She died along with him, on that cold winter’s day in January of ’07.
Rachael splashed water on her face and knew even that day had not been as bad as the on that would follow a few weeks later in February on ’07. Picking up a towel she patted her face dry and walked to her closet, to get dressed. They had held the funeral two days later, with a sealed casket. The horrid event of her actions the day before still cased her shame and made her livid. The wolves, mainly Sam and Jared who had been Paul’s best friends were taking care of ‘everything’ for her. She couldn’t bring her self to plan all that, and they seemed to need to do something for their fallen friend. ”This is a bad time to ask this of you, but with the vampires still out there, we can no waist time,” Sam had been speaking to Jared. Rachael was sure with their hearing they knew she was there, but she had not reacted to anything anyone had said for days, moving around in a form of shock and daze. She still had not cried for Paul. She couldn’t. “Anything.” Jared replied. Sam’s voice dropped, and he placed his hand over the casket. It was sealed and no one had been allowed to look at his body. The vampire doctor, had done the paper work, and the forks chief of police fakes some paper work as well. They were saying, Paul had wreaked his bike, like Jacob had that one time, only with Paul it killed him. “I need you to be my second, and help take of things while we have so much going on.”
There had been emotion in Sam’s voice, you could tell it was hard for him, however Rachael felt livid. For the first time since Sam had told her a few days ago, that the larger then life Paul had been slain she felt anything, and everything. Tears started poring down her face, and she stood up and walked to them. When the both turned to her she pushed past Sam and then pushed his hand off of the box. “GET AWAY FROM HIM!” She yelled, at the men who were already moving on and replacing him. “LEAVE HIM ALONE!” When they tried to move closer, she pushed and kicked and cried and screamed at them more. Still, that day wasn’t as bad as the one to follow a few weeks later. Walking out of her closest dressed in, a pants suit and her hair (which was not short, only to her shoulders) pulled back into a braided bun, she felt her eyes water and Rachael took deep breaths. They had backed off after a few moments but not let her alone. She had sat curled up on the floor next to Paul crying until Jacob had rushed in and picked her up. It was embarrassing and yet still made her angry. She shook her head, and walked out of the bed room, and into the main room of her small apartment. She picked up her keys, purse, and computer bag, and then walked out of the house, where the people around her would force her to keep moving and not stop and cry.
Paul’s funeral had been hard. She had worn black, and hated every moment of it. On any normal day she was sure someone would have pointed the ironic-ness of a Black in Black. She had refused to let them sing something like Amazing grace, so instead they used a small radio to play the song ‘Fare Thee Well’ while everyone took a long moment of silence to remember their fallen friend. Rachael could still see the faces of the ones there. She had been shocked to see Leah crying. She had assumed Leah wouldn’t come but, apparently while they fought, Leah still cared. Sam had not cried but you tell it took effort. The girls cried. The imprintees and Paul’s mother. Rachael got in her car and almost groaned. Paul’s mother (Lorna Moran) was a sort spot. While before, when Paul was alive, they got along fine. When Paul died, she had tried to reach out to Rachael but Rachael had not wanted compassion or reminders of Paul. She had avoided her at all cost. At the funeral when every wolf walked by and handed her a rose, she almost got up and left. She didn’t want them to do this, to make it feel so real. When Rachael had gotten home and tossed the roses in the fireplace, over the ashes of burned sympathy cards, Lorna and Rachael had their first and only fight. It had been short, and trivial, but Rachael asked her to leave, and then in the coming days had not opened the door, or answered the phone to Lorna. She didn’t want more memories of Paul. But the worst had yet to come.
Three and half weeks later, Jacob had forced his way into her house, and dragged her out. Making her see a doctor, since she was sick. Jacob had come over more and more when it appeared that Rachael wasn’t moving on. She was stuck. She couldn’t move forward or backwards. She still crying and Jacob had assumed crying so much she was making her self sick. The doctors took blood and promised to run some tests but said she might want to consider moving out of the house, and in with family, or talking to a professional. She had left the doctors, let Jacob (try to) cook for her, and spend an hour talking to him about moving before she promised him she would move out of this house. It had been a lie. . . .
Closing her eyes Rachael thought back to the day. The worst one in memory and one that she feared the most. She had lied to Jacob. She wasn’t leaving his house. It was called the Romeo and Juliet poison for a reason: So many lovers had ended their broken hearts with the small amounts of the drug needed to kill your self. She sat there, curled up on the bathroom floor and cried her eyes out as she tried to build up the courage. Just a drink and it would be all over. The phone rang, and she ignored it, wishing it would stop and let her die in peace. When the answering machine picked up and Paul’s voice started talking demanding they leave a message and stop bothering him or something she reached over and picked up the bottle. The last thing she wanted to hear was his voice; she could go out with that ringing in her ears. ‘Miss Black, this is Doctor Riggs.’ She paused for a moment, wondering why he was calling. ‘Your blood work came back, and we really need to talk.’ He sounded like it was something important. Wouldn’t it be ironic if she were dieing of natural causes. ‘You’re pregnant, and I know how upset you have been. I thought this new might help’. The memory of her almost suicide was scary and her lowest moment. She could not live with out Paul, but the idea of a baby Paul, of this one last gift he had given her had been enough to make her push her self off the floor, dump the poison in the sink and drive to the doctors for more information. It had been hard, every day had been hard. Some more then others. She had left town, the next week, telling everyone, the only way she could move on who to make sure she was as far of La Push as she could get. She would give birth to twins; a boy and a girl. Paul and Sarah Moran, would be raised on the move, as Rachael would travel trying to find better jobs. She didn’t enjoy people with people, so finding jobs where she could write, or edit other’s writing took some work. Still, she made sure they were happy and healthily. She felt like her father at times, relying too much on them to grow up to fast and hated it. Sam, Jared, and Jacob would push their way into her life, no matter where she had moved to, and stick their noise in her business. While she would forever hold people away from her, there had been one who almost go close. When Sam has pushed his way into her office, and told her he knew she had broken things off with the guy she was dating. Wolves gossiped more then teenaged girls. They had, had a short and small tif over it, when she gave him the most honest answer she could. Sam had just said ‘He is a good guy, he could help you move on!’ and she replied, ‘He is a great man, and he deserves someone who will love him with their whole heart, and not just the broken peaces. I would lay down every night, with another man’s name on my lips, and wake up each morning, with disappointment.’ Sam had let it go after that. When her son started growing taller then normal, eating more, and running a temperature that wasn’t normal, Rachael knew it was time to return to La Push, before he phased and was all alone in the city. She took him to the side, and for the first time explained everything to him. About bloodlines, imprintees, his father and what was about to happen. He had not believed her, but less then a week after moving to La Push, he phased, and disappeared for a few days, only to have Sam bring him home. Sam who was not phasing, was still highly respected.
Rachael parked her car and got out, walking slowly to the bonfire. A young man, walked closer and her heart broke. “My Goodness! You look so much like you father.” She said as she started crying. ‘Mom, I am glad you came. Tonight we honor him.’ He wrapped his arms around her and lead her to a place between Sam and Jared. Jacob can over and sat behind her, holding her tight. Jacob, Quil and Leah being some of the only ones from the original pack still phasing. Her son, who Paul would be so proud of was the pack Alpha now. They had lived in La Push five years, and her daughter, had been imprinted on by a wolf as well. She was here, ready to hear her brother speak of their father.Paul (jr) stood up, his imprintee remained sitting, and he spoke. ‘Tonight, on the thirtieth anniversary of the great war in ’07, we take time to remember how bravely they fought-“ His eyes, Paul’s eyes, found Rachael’s ‘-How some of their brothers had fallen.’ Ironically it would be from her son that she would hear the stories of that day from. Of how Paul had fought and died a hero. She would silently cry the whole time. Rachael Black would not live to see another anniversary. Jacob would take her home that night, and like always she would go to sleep with Paul’s name on her lips, but this time, she joined him and did not awaken. [/blockquote] Fare Thee Well
Music and lyrics by Jimmy Rankin
Fare thee Well, love
Fare thee Well, love
Far away, you must go.
Take your heart, love
Take your heart, love
Will we never meet again no more?
Far across, love
Far across, love.
O'er mountains and country wide
Take my heart, love
Take my heart, love
No one knows the tears I've cried.
So I'll drink today, love,
I'll sing to you, love
in pauper's glory, my time I'll bide
No home or ties, love,
A restless rover, if I can't have you
by my side.
Oh come back, love
Oh come back, love
The sun and moon
refuse to shine.
Since I've gone, love
Gone away love
this lonely girl has had no peace of mind
So I'll drink today, love,
I'll sing to you, love
in pauper's glory, my time I'll bide
No home or ties, love,
A restless rover, if I can't have you
by my side.
Fare thee well love, fare thee well love Fare thee well, fare thee well
Far away, you must go. Far away you must go.
Take my heart, love Take my heart
Take my heart, love Take your heart
Will we never meet again no more? Will we never meet again no more?
Will we never meet again no more? Will we never meet again no more
((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Aro on Oct 17, 2009 21:59:59 GMT -5
Challenge Four: Greatest Fear
when Marcus finds out Aro killed Didyme
Maruc's POV
my life, my love, gone forever
Marcus sat in his chambers. There was never anything that interested him. Nothing had for so long he doubt he had the ability to even feel emotion any more. He was an empty man, cold, lifeless. The only good he was, was his talent. His opinions were predictable there was nothing that would change that. Marcus turned his eyes to the door as a knock was heard. "Enter." Marucs' voice as normal was monotone. Emotionless. Never would he feel emotion. The reason for this was forbidden to think about. Never would he focus on the past nor about the future. What was the point? Marcus had never been one to show to much emotion. Marcus looked at the guard without any emotion he didn't care what she was here. Perhaps one of his brothers or both wanted him for one reason or another. "What do you want?" Marucs' tone remained the same as expected.
'I know who killed your wife.'
Marcus had been emotionless for centuries, millenniums even, and yet emotion was so easy. Angry. The mere thought of his wife, of his dear precious Didyme was painful. So much emotion merely with that one word. Not even her name had to spoken. And a wave of emotion overcome him. For so long he had been numb refusing to think about these events and yet one word all it took was for it to all resurface. Why? Why did his memories have to be so clear? Her voice, her smell, every small detail of her beauty. Everything was so perfect, so clear. And it hurt more than anything he had felt in so long. Marucs was angry with this girl he would kill her himself. How dare she talk about his wife. This girl had been with the Volturi for a long time. Just after they gained power, but not to long before he lost everything. His meaning, his life, his love, everything was taken away. He had got his revenge he had slaughtered and destroyed those who Aro claimed to have killed her. This girl had no right to say what she had. "Who?" Marcus questioned. Anger was evident in his tone something he had not felt since he had revenged her death.
'Aro.'
"Leave!" Marcus yelled he would not accept this his brother would have killed her. There was not logical reason for this. Marcus thought he saw a hint of a smile on the girl's lips. How badly he wanted to grab her and rip her to pieces. Marucs paced back in forth angry following through him. Aro would not have killed her. She was Aro's sister. He would not kill his own flesh and blood, would he? He had given his blessing he held no ill feelings toward them. He was going to let them go. What reason would Aro have for killing his sister, Marcus' mate? The one thing Aro would never give up was power. How far was he willing to go? Would he kill his own sister to make sure he kept his power? There was doubt he wouldn't actually go through with killing his own sister would he?
But he would wouldn't he? He would do anything he could to gain more power and to keep it. Marucs was proven to be useful his talent, but also being one of the leaders. Aro would have hated to lose him. He had never spoken up against their plans, but one could never be certain of his brother. If he was even his brother any longer. Marucs knew what the girl had told him was true. Aro would kill have killed his own sister for power. He was that power-hungry. Marucs stopped in his steps a growl escaping his lips. He had to do something. Kill him. But would that be enough? Aro had make him an empty man. He had taken everything dear to him away! Killing him wouldn't make him suffer. The one thing that was precious to Aro was power. And power would be what he would take. Aro without power would make him suffer make him wish for death. Would that be enough? No. Aro took Marcus' mate away from him he would do the same. He would kill Sulpicia and make Aro witness it himself. Perhaps not directly, but at the very least through he thoughts of one of the guards. He would make her suffer as well. Aro was away at the moment. Marucs had not been interested in going as usual, but nor was Caius. Would Caius be willing to go with Marucs plans? Caius could keep the power all Marucs wanted was revenge. He wanted to see Aro at his weakest, lowest state he wanted him to lose everything that had ever been close to him. Power and Sulpicia. Aro would lose them all. Marucs would make certain of that.
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