*Here's the third installment. Hopefully it turns out as well as the other two and I hope everyone enjoys it. Have to go to work again so, if I don't finish it, I'm sorry and will another day*
"De Night Blades!" Alex gasped, "Theo, why?"
"You didn't really think I'd let you both get away with this, did you?" the vampire replied, "You broke my heart, ma chere. You disobeyed the codes and mandates of the Night Blades and you left us without a word, one scrap, anything that would help me understand why you've rejected me for him! You disappeared off the face of the Earth for almost a year, letting me believe you dead, which, by the way, is about the most cruel thing you can do to a person who loves you, no matter how you feel about them. Do I need to go on? The two of you are finished!"
Looking at Remy, he smiled.
"I have waited several months for this moment, mon ami. I am disbanding the Nocturne. Your little band of thieves will have no more license to operate in my city, nor will they find shelter or succor from any of my people. I am done with you all."
Then, turning, Theo nodded once and the church erupted into chaos.
Remy grabbed Alexandra's arm and pulled her down sharply. Bullets began to fly all around them and the Cajun launched himself towards the back of the church, pulling his wife behind him. Alex let out a scream and covered her head, ducking where Remy lead her. The young man tried to call out for his family but his cries were muffled by the gunfire. Then, there were also the horrible screams, which began immediately after the first shot was fired. Remy looked over towards where Jacques had been standing and saw the priest and the organ player lying in a pool of their own blood. Their bodies were so riddled with bullets that their clothing had nearly been torn off.
Sickened, the young Cajun cried out again and turned to see his brothers. They reacted far too late, pulling their weapons to try to defend Remy and Alex. Luc and Louis were both badly wounded in their shoulders and Michel was dragging his left leg behind him, useless. Jacques had only been grazed so far but, as the young man turned towards Remy and shouted for he and Alex to run, it seemed his luck had run out.
Another burst of fire tore through the room and this time the devastation was catastrophic. Louis was hit so fiercely that he jerked several times, like a marionette on strings, spun once, then dropped to the floor in a spray of red. Luc gave an inarticulate cry and rushed forward but successive shots took him in the knees, throat, and finally, his chest. He collapsed to the ground and let out several gasping breaths before he finally lay still. Michel, valiant until the end, leaped onto the back of one assailant and began to grapple with him. The gunman simply flipped the young man over his shoulders onto the floor and unloaded enough bullets into Michel's prone frame that his body continued to convulse long after it had ceased to move.
Remy screamed out his brothers' names and began to run towards them but a look from Jacques stopped him.
"Remy, get outta here, ya little fool!"
Jacques literally shoved Remy and Alex, both screaming and crying, towards the rear of the church and took up a position where he could guard their exit.
"Run, both of you! Just get out while you can!"
There were many things Remy wanted to say to his brother at that moment but he was choking on pure emotion, his throat already swelled shut with grief. He thought about Alex, about their baby, and where his responsibilities should lie. It only took a moment for Remy to understand and nod. Though tears welled up in his eyes, he grabbed Alex by the shoulder and shoved her through the door that lead towards the priest's sanctuary. He called back once for his brother to be well and to find him later, if he could. A stray bullet lodged itself into Remy's thigh, causing him to curse and limp, but Remy never looked back and he never saw his brother again.
"Dis way!" Remy cried, shoving a sobbing, nearly inconsolable, Alex out the door of the church, "Run!"
Alex kicked off her nice shoes and raced after him onto the harsh, desert lawn of the church. The sun had set several minutes ago and Remy cursed the young, idealistic foolishness that had prompted him to suggest getting married at sunset. The two ran, hand in hand, their hearts in their throats. They had almost made it to a copse of cacti not far from the carnage when they heard noises behind them.
Remy whirled around to face his attackers, pulling knives out of his fancy boots while shoving Alex ahead.
"Keep goin'!" he shouted, "Don't stop, no matter what!"
Frantic and afraid for the man she loved, Alex was calling out to Remy when a hard fist caught her unawares. The punch slammed into the left side of her face and left her reeling. She gasped and tried to recover but her pregnant body just would not respond to her commands. Kicks, punches, and swift jabs rained down all around her and Alex could do nothing to stop any of them. Blood flew from her mouth and nose. She could not stop the assault, nor could she see through the haze of her attackers to see what had become of Remy.
*I know this is a really depressing and bad place to end this but I did warn you all that I have to go to work. More will be posted later. Comments, etc, are welcome, as always. *
Monday, March 29, 2010
Where it all began - Part Two
*Here's the next part of the story. For those of you just tuning in, please read Part One first. Thanks*
"You mean gettin' married?" he asked, a good natured smile on his face.
The woman nodded, eyes downcast, as if sheepish and ashamed of having brought the subject up.
"Yeah, Remy, jus' a little nervous, Ah guess," she replied, "Can't stop mah mind or mah stomach from doin' flips."
"You wanna call 'dis off?" Remy asked, a very serious note in his voice.
The woman looked over at her man with mock incredulity. Remy's eyes, one the bright blue of a clear sky, the other a brilliant jade, regarded her soberly. There was such love and concern written there, laced with a mild panic that she really might just call it all off and walk away. It made her smile.
"Hell no, you ain' gettin' rid o' me dat easily!" she exclaimed teasingly.
"How's our little guy?" Remy asked, all smiles now that his worst fears had been relieved.
"Kickin' up a storm like his daddy always does," the woman replied as she rubbed her swollen belly affectionately, "Yoah brothers make it out?"
"Oui, most o' dem," Remy replied, "Jacques an' Michel had t'literally hogtie Bobby t'keep him away."
The woman laughed a little at that.
"Ah wish yoah whole family could be here."
That one phrase seemed to hang in the air, a melancholy note straining to be heard amidst the joyous aria that was about to begin. Remy sighed and took his soon-to-be-bride's hand.
"He's all the way down in N'awlins, y'know," Remy pointed out, "He can't make trouble foh us here. He don' even know we're alive, let alone here."
"Don't underestimate him!" the woman said sharply, "You know he got connections. He could still make us miserable."
"Yoah right" Remy said, "but twenty minutes from now, dat ring gonna be on yoah finger an' dere ain' nothin' more he can do t'you, Chere. You gonna be Missus Alexandra LaRose an' dat'll be de end of it."
The woman soon to be known as Alexandra LaRose smiled and gave her man a big hug and kiss on the cheek.
"Y'all're right," she said, her midnight blue eyes twinkling, "Ah'm just bein' a worry wart. Guess it's that whole wedding nerves thing."
Seeing her in such a happy, more relaxed, mood, Remy grinned.
"Yes, you sho are," he said, "but Ah got de cure foh dat."
Reaching behind his back, the young man suddenly produced a single, beautiful red rose and presented it to his lady with a flourish.
"For de most beautiful Latina belle Ah ever laid eyes on," he said, "Every bride's gotta have her bouquet. I'm gonna make you de happiest woman in de world. You'll see. Our baby's gonna have de best o' everything."
Alexandra laughed, pleased.
"Alright, Remy, y'all made yoah point," she said, holding the rose close to inhale its fragrance, as she tossed her knee length blue/black braid over her shoulder, "Let's go get married."
The young couple linked arms and walked slowly into the church where the pastor and four of Remy's eight brothers waited. Being adopted, Remy looked nothing like any of his brothers. Where he was red haired, short, and pretty, they were all handsome, tall, and brunette, all except for Robert, the sole blonde. Jacques, third oldest of all the brothers and oldest of those who had been able to attend, stood closest to the door and grinned when Remy and Alexandra walked in. Jacques's hazel eyes misted slightly and he clapped his brother on the back as the duo walked forward towards the preacher. By the altar stood Louis and Luc, the twins who were two years older than Remy. They were jostling and shoving each other good naturedly while Michel, the only brother Remy's age, looked on in mock disgust. It did both Alexandra and Remy's hearts good to see them so happy, as they took their place before the minister and pledged their vows to one another.
The ceremony was brief but touching. Remy presented Alexandra with a plain gold band engraved with roses connected by a thorny vine and, as Alex placed the twin on Remy's hand, she could not help but wish, not for the first time, that her father could be alive to see this instead of in his grave these past twelve years. Tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined what it would have been like to have had him give her away, instead of Jacques. Alex pushed that thought away as quickly as she could with thoughts of her unborn son and the happy home that she and Remy would make together here, far away from New Orleans and the drama of both of their families. Nothing but trouble had ever lived there for them.
As the minister finished his short but touching spiel, he looked down at the happy, young couple and said, smiling gently,
"You may now kiss the bride."
Remy leaned over and gave his new wife a gentle kiss on the lips, rubbing Alexandra's belly affectionately as he did so. His brothers instantly began to cheer and clap, hooting and giving enough cat calls to do any wedding proud. When they had subsided, the priest grinned and said,
"Then, I present to you, Mister and Missus Remy LaRose."
A slow, measured clapping began, a lone person applauding mockingly.
Both Remy and Alex jerked their heads up, startled. Then, the couple froze in place, their faces going instantly white. A man stood alone, leaning against the last pew. He was dressed in absolutely immaculate white, a deep purple tie and kerchief the only color to bring out the startling shade of his eyes. They were a pale, blue/violet and slanted slightly, like a cat's. He had perfect alabaster skin that was too pale to have seen the sun in months, if not years, and his hair was a handsome auburn, long and straight. It brushed his shoulders and was pulled back in a single, sleek ponytail. His face was an unreadable mask but those fathomless eyes were not. Deep within them was a fury so intense, so unbridled, that there was no way it could do anything but consume the source of its wrath.
'Theo," Alexandra breathed, the name escaping her lips in disbelief, shock, and horror.
"Oui, I am pleased to see that you remember, " the man replied, adding just enough of a sneer to reveal his true feelings, "Indeed, I had thought you'd forgotten the name Theodore Delacroix."
"As if you'd let us forget!" Remy snapped, his face curling into a mask of hate, "What 'choo want here?!"
"Come now, is that any way to treat a guest?" Theo demanded, "I merely wished to come here and wish you both the best of luck."
When neither of them responded to that, the man shook his head sadly.
"Here, let me prove it," he said, "I've even thought of a song for the occasion, after all, what's a celebration without a little music?"
Without another word, Theo cleared his throat and began to sing in a clear, deep voice, like that of a wounded lover.
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take, I'll be watching you.
Every single day
and every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay, I'll be watching you.
Oh can't you see?
You belong to me.
How my poor heart aches, with every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake, I'll be watching you.
Alexandra's stomach clenched in fear and she clutched Remy's hand as hard as she could, as if by that act alone she could shield them both from Theo's penetrating gaze. Remy's face was iron and the hatred in it was palpable. His brothers stood to the side, cracking their knuckles, waiting only for Remy's word to pounce on the invader. Before he could give it, Theo noticed the effect his song was having and stopped, chuckling darkly to himself.
"What's the matter?" he asked, "Not a big fan of The Police? Oh well. At least I was able to catch the end of the blessed event."
Then, looking both Remy and Alexandra over, Theo's gaze stopped dead when it hit Alex's swollen belly and his eyes went suddenly cold, like the arctic after a storm.
"My, my, Monsieur LeBlanc, you do move fast," Theo said, addressing Remy, "I had only lost track of our dear, blushing bride several months ago."
Remy was about to correct him on the name but before he could, Theo cut him off with a curt gesture of his hand.
"Remy LeBlanc you were born and Remy LeBlanc you shall die," he said, then, scoffing, added, "As if a name could change what you both really are. Please, Monsieur, do not insult my intelligence. The rose has long been our dear Alexandra's favorite flower. Do you think the coincidence escaped me?"
There was something truly dark and menacing in Theo's eyes now, a brooding anger that made Alexandra take a step back.
"Please, Theo, jus' let us be," she begged, "All we want is t'live in peace. We ain' comin' back t'N'awlins and we won't be botherin' you again."
"No, I intend to ensure that you do not," the man said coldly, turning each word into a small dagger that stabbed and turned, "As if mere words could erase the pain and sorrow the two of you have caused me!"
"'Dat's not what Ah intended," Alexandra said softly.
"Vraiment?" Theo scoffed, "Well ,we all know about the road to Hell, yes?"
"She doesn't belong t'you, Theo! She never did!" Remy screamed suddenly, "an' if you really gave a damn about her, you'd leave her in peace!"
"You mean the way she left me? Alone? Wanting? Unrequited?," Theo demanded, "I have loved her since long before she ever dreamed you existed and you dare to stand there and tell me to just let this go? Without even so much as a word? I think not, mon ami."
"Ah tried t'talk t'you," Alexandra said, "Ah wanted t'tell you what was in mah heart so many times but y'all scared me! What was Ah supposed t'do, Theo?"
"How about having a little regard for my feelings?" Theo replied, "Did that ever occur to you? Or did that entire concept simply flee your young, naive little mind when you ran away with this low life?"
Alexandra's face narrowed in anger. Any kind or conciliatory words she might have spoken suddenly flew out of her mind and left her tongue in a hot wave of outrage.
'Dat lowlife is mah husband, Theo, an' whether you like it or not, you jus' better get used to de idea!"
"We shall see," Theo said, eyes penetrating deep into Alexandra's with a feral glint that made her shrink back against Remy's side.
The young Cajun, completely oblivious to the change in mood, glared at the unwanted guest in contempt and cried out.
"Go t'Hell batard! You jus' go straight t'Hell!"
"You first."
The words were spoken so quietly that no one heard them at first. Theodore's face contorted into an evil, demonic smile and he snapped his fingers once. The sound was like a gunshot in the small church. His eyes gleamed with an eerie, violet light, a dark pleasure deep within them. From behind him, several dark shapes morphed out of the shadows, dark figures straight out of some Hong Kong action flick nightmare. They crept towards the tiny wedding party on all sides, their faces hidden by masks, and deadly weapons pointed at everyone inside the small chapel. Staring down the barrels of that many guns, Alexandra's dark skin became ashen with fear and her eyes widened. She glanced over at Theo, horror marring her face, as the true brutality of what was about to happen began to take shape in her mind. Theo's grin widened to reveal his slightly elongated canines and Alex cursed herself for forgetting what Theo really was.
*Well, I hope this wasn't a disappointment. I'll be getting the last little bit up within the next couple of days. As usual, this shorter piece (originally only 12 pages, of which about six have been entered into this blog) has proven to be nothing more than part of a much larger piece. I plan to entitle that larger piece "Blood and Ashes" and will probably use this all for a prologue. It will tie into Alex's first case and give us some time to get used to and play in her world. Well, that's all for now and will see you all soon*
"You mean gettin' married?" he asked, a good natured smile on his face.
The woman nodded, eyes downcast, as if sheepish and ashamed of having brought the subject up.
"Yeah, Remy, jus' a little nervous, Ah guess," she replied, "Can't stop mah mind or mah stomach from doin' flips."
"You wanna call 'dis off?" Remy asked, a very serious note in his voice.
The woman looked over at her man with mock incredulity. Remy's eyes, one the bright blue of a clear sky, the other a brilliant jade, regarded her soberly. There was such love and concern written there, laced with a mild panic that she really might just call it all off and walk away. It made her smile.
"Hell no, you ain' gettin' rid o' me dat easily!" she exclaimed teasingly.
"How's our little guy?" Remy asked, all smiles now that his worst fears had been relieved.
"Kickin' up a storm like his daddy always does," the woman replied as she rubbed her swollen belly affectionately, "Yoah brothers make it out?"
"Oui, most o' dem," Remy replied, "Jacques an' Michel had t'literally hogtie Bobby t'keep him away."
The woman laughed a little at that.
"Ah wish yoah whole family could be here."
That one phrase seemed to hang in the air, a melancholy note straining to be heard amidst the joyous aria that was about to begin. Remy sighed and took his soon-to-be-bride's hand.
"He's all the way down in N'awlins, y'know," Remy pointed out, "He can't make trouble foh us here. He don' even know we're alive, let alone here."
"Don't underestimate him!" the woman said sharply, "You know he got connections. He could still make us miserable."
"Yoah right" Remy said, "but twenty minutes from now, dat ring gonna be on yoah finger an' dere ain' nothin' more he can do t'you, Chere. You gonna be Missus Alexandra LaRose an' dat'll be de end of it."
The woman soon to be known as Alexandra LaRose smiled and gave her man a big hug and kiss on the cheek.
"Y'all're right," she said, her midnight blue eyes twinkling, "Ah'm just bein' a worry wart. Guess it's that whole wedding nerves thing."
Seeing her in such a happy, more relaxed, mood, Remy grinned.
"Yes, you sho are," he said, "but Ah got de cure foh dat."
Reaching behind his back, the young man suddenly produced a single, beautiful red rose and presented it to his lady with a flourish.
"For de most beautiful Latina belle Ah ever laid eyes on," he said, "Every bride's gotta have her bouquet. I'm gonna make you de happiest woman in de world. You'll see. Our baby's gonna have de best o' everything."
Alexandra laughed, pleased.
"Alright, Remy, y'all made yoah point," she said, holding the rose close to inhale its fragrance, as she tossed her knee length blue/black braid over her shoulder, "Let's go get married."
The young couple linked arms and walked slowly into the church where the pastor and four of Remy's eight brothers waited. Being adopted, Remy looked nothing like any of his brothers. Where he was red haired, short, and pretty, they were all handsome, tall, and brunette, all except for Robert, the sole blonde. Jacques, third oldest of all the brothers and oldest of those who had been able to attend, stood closest to the door and grinned when Remy and Alexandra walked in. Jacques's hazel eyes misted slightly and he clapped his brother on the back as the duo walked forward towards the preacher. By the altar stood Louis and Luc, the twins who were two years older than Remy. They were jostling and shoving each other good naturedly while Michel, the only brother Remy's age, looked on in mock disgust. It did both Alexandra and Remy's hearts good to see them so happy, as they took their place before the minister and pledged their vows to one another.
The ceremony was brief but touching. Remy presented Alexandra with a plain gold band engraved with roses connected by a thorny vine and, as Alex placed the twin on Remy's hand, she could not help but wish, not for the first time, that her father could be alive to see this instead of in his grave these past twelve years. Tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined what it would have been like to have had him give her away, instead of Jacques. Alex pushed that thought away as quickly as she could with thoughts of her unborn son and the happy home that she and Remy would make together here, far away from New Orleans and the drama of both of their families. Nothing but trouble had ever lived there for them.
As the minister finished his short but touching spiel, he looked down at the happy, young couple and said, smiling gently,
"You may now kiss the bride."
Remy leaned over and gave his new wife a gentle kiss on the lips, rubbing Alexandra's belly affectionately as he did so. His brothers instantly began to cheer and clap, hooting and giving enough cat calls to do any wedding proud. When they had subsided, the priest grinned and said,
"Then, I present to you, Mister and Missus Remy LaRose."
A slow, measured clapping began, a lone person applauding mockingly.
Both Remy and Alex jerked their heads up, startled. Then, the couple froze in place, their faces going instantly white. A man stood alone, leaning against the last pew. He was dressed in absolutely immaculate white, a deep purple tie and kerchief the only color to bring out the startling shade of his eyes. They were a pale, blue/violet and slanted slightly, like a cat's. He had perfect alabaster skin that was too pale to have seen the sun in months, if not years, and his hair was a handsome auburn, long and straight. It brushed his shoulders and was pulled back in a single, sleek ponytail. His face was an unreadable mask but those fathomless eyes were not. Deep within them was a fury so intense, so unbridled, that there was no way it could do anything but consume the source of its wrath.
'Theo," Alexandra breathed, the name escaping her lips in disbelief, shock, and horror.
"Oui, I am pleased to see that you remember, " the man replied, adding just enough of a sneer to reveal his true feelings, "Indeed, I had thought you'd forgotten the name Theodore Delacroix."
"As if you'd let us forget!" Remy snapped, his face curling into a mask of hate, "What 'choo want here?!"
"Come now, is that any way to treat a guest?" Theo demanded, "I merely wished to come here and wish you both the best of luck."
When neither of them responded to that, the man shook his head sadly.
"Here, let me prove it," he said, "I've even thought of a song for the occasion, after all, what's a celebration without a little music?"
Without another word, Theo cleared his throat and began to sing in a clear, deep voice, like that of a wounded lover.
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take, I'll be watching you.
Every single day
and every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay, I'll be watching you.
Oh can't you see?
You belong to me.
How my poor heart aches, with every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake, I'll be watching you.
Alexandra's stomach clenched in fear and she clutched Remy's hand as hard as she could, as if by that act alone she could shield them both from Theo's penetrating gaze. Remy's face was iron and the hatred in it was palpable. His brothers stood to the side, cracking their knuckles, waiting only for Remy's word to pounce on the invader. Before he could give it, Theo noticed the effect his song was having and stopped, chuckling darkly to himself.
"What's the matter?" he asked, "Not a big fan of The Police? Oh well. At least I was able to catch the end of the blessed event."
Then, looking both Remy and Alexandra over, Theo's gaze stopped dead when it hit Alex's swollen belly and his eyes went suddenly cold, like the arctic after a storm.
"My, my, Monsieur LeBlanc, you do move fast," Theo said, addressing Remy, "I had only lost track of our dear, blushing bride several months ago."
Remy was about to correct him on the name but before he could, Theo cut him off with a curt gesture of his hand.
"Remy LeBlanc you were born and Remy LeBlanc you shall die," he said, then, scoffing, added, "As if a name could change what you both really are. Please, Monsieur, do not insult my intelligence. The rose has long been our dear Alexandra's favorite flower. Do you think the coincidence escaped me?"
There was something truly dark and menacing in Theo's eyes now, a brooding anger that made Alexandra take a step back.
"Please, Theo, jus' let us be," she begged, "All we want is t'live in peace. We ain' comin' back t'N'awlins and we won't be botherin' you again."
"No, I intend to ensure that you do not," the man said coldly, turning each word into a small dagger that stabbed and turned, "As if mere words could erase the pain and sorrow the two of you have caused me!"
"'Dat's not what Ah intended," Alexandra said softly.
"Vraiment?" Theo scoffed, "Well ,we all know about the road to Hell, yes?"
"She doesn't belong t'you, Theo! She never did!" Remy screamed suddenly, "an' if you really gave a damn about her, you'd leave her in peace!"
"You mean the way she left me? Alone? Wanting? Unrequited?," Theo demanded, "I have loved her since long before she ever dreamed you existed and you dare to stand there and tell me to just let this go? Without even so much as a word? I think not, mon ami."
"Ah tried t'talk t'you," Alexandra said, "Ah wanted t'tell you what was in mah heart so many times but y'all scared me! What was Ah supposed t'do, Theo?"
"How about having a little regard for my feelings?" Theo replied, "Did that ever occur to you? Or did that entire concept simply flee your young, naive little mind when you ran away with this low life?"
Alexandra's face narrowed in anger. Any kind or conciliatory words she might have spoken suddenly flew out of her mind and left her tongue in a hot wave of outrage.
'Dat lowlife is mah husband, Theo, an' whether you like it or not, you jus' better get used to de idea!"
"We shall see," Theo said, eyes penetrating deep into Alexandra's with a feral glint that made her shrink back against Remy's side.
The young Cajun, completely oblivious to the change in mood, glared at the unwanted guest in contempt and cried out.
"Go t'Hell batard! You jus' go straight t'Hell!"
"You first."
The words were spoken so quietly that no one heard them at first. Theodore's face contorted into an evil, demonic smile and he snapped his fingers once. The sound was like a gunshot in the small church. His eyes gleamed with an eerie, violet light, a dark pleasure deep within them. From behind him, several dark shapes morphed out of the shadows, dark figures straight out of some Hong Kong action flick nightmare. They crept towards the tiny wedding party on all sides, their faces hidden by masks, and deadly weapons pointed at everyone inside the small chapel. Staring down the barrels of that many guns, Alexandra's dark skin became ashen with fear and her eyes widened. She glanced over at Theo, horror marring her face, as the true brutality of what was about to happen began to take shape in her mind. Theo's grin widened to reveal his slightly elongated canines and Alex cursed herself for forgetting what Theo really was.
*Well, I hope this wasn't a disappointment. I'll be getting the last little bit up within the next couple of days. As usual, this shorter piece (originally only 12 pages, of which about six have been entered into this blog) has proven to be nothing more than part of a much larger piece. I plan to entitle that larger piece "Blood and Ashes" and will probably use this all for a prologue. It will tie into Alex's first case and give us some time to get used to and play in her world. Well, that's all for now and will see you all soon*
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Where it all began - Part One
Hey all! Well, here it is. The first official story post. I apologize if this is short and the whole thing isn't quite here but I'm working on a deadline and have to be to work soon. Promise I'll get the rest up ASAP.
Quick little blurb about what this is about: this is where the main character from my Sirens series, Alexandra Lee started out. Her past is dark and I should warn everyone that there may be a bit of swearing and violence in this one so, if you are offended by such things, you have been warned. I hope you all enjoy and feel free to post and comment as need be.
Where It All Began - by S.L. Wyman
New Mexico
Pain reverberated through the young woman's body as she struggled to remain conscious. She wasn't sure how many bullets had pierced her, exactly where they were located, or how deep they had penetrated, but she was certain she was going to die. Her body felt cold, distant, as if she were floating somewhere above it, transparent. A small part of her railed that she was too young to die, that she had too much to live for, but the majority of her just wanted to let it all end, to escape the pain. She felt her vision failing and, as she sank into darkness, the last thing she saw was the smoking barrel of the gun that had killed her. Alone and drifting in the darkness, she remembered...
Several Hours Earlier...
Alexandra sat alone outside the small church staring at the desert and lost deep in thought. The fake i.d. tucked away in the small, white beaded purse she had bought just for this special occasion proclaimed her age as 18 but she was actually a year younger and several months pregnant to boot. She and her fiance had both agreed it was the only way to get married without raising several red flags.
Said fiance wandered slowly out onto the deck in front of the church where his perspective bride sat with her legs dangling over the edge of the railing. Alex's pretty white beaded satin gown was drawn up to prevent it from getting dirty and she looked pensive, almost sad. At the sound of her man's approach, the young woman turned and smiled, taking in his appearance. Remy was 21 and with the lean cut of someone who worked out and exercised regularly. Alexandra's skin had taken on a soft, tan glow but his remained nearly as pale as snow, despite his every attempt since they had moved to New Mexico. Being half French and half Irish, Remy burned extremely easy, however, it was a testament to how much he loved his fiancee that he'd agreed to live in Santa Fe.
He wore the white tuxedo she'd picked out for him proudly and with much flare. The golden accent threads sewn throughout were fake but they were tastefully done and added class to the outfit, bringing out the subtle peach undertones of Remy's skin. His bright red hair flared out around his head like a halo, trailing just past his shoulder blades. Today, he'd caught it back in a ponytail, slim and graceful. How she envied him his well behaved hair! A vibrant red rose rested in his lapel pocket and his smile was bright, as he came to sit next to the beautiful woman he intended to marry.
"You alright, chere?" Remy asked, his Louisiana Cajun accent thick with concern.
"You sure we're doin' the right thing?" Alexandra asked softly, her own Southern twang thick, as she snuggled closer to the young man.
* I know this is a horrible place to cut it off but I do have to go to work. I promise to get more up no later than tomorrow. I hope it wasn't too boring and I promise it'll get good from here on out!*
Quick little blurb about what this is about: this is where the main character from my Sirens series, Alexandra Lee started out. Her past is dark and I should warn everyone that there may be a bit of swearing and violence in this one so, if you are offended by such things, you have been warned. I hope you all enjoy and feel free to post and comment as need be.
Where It All Began - by S.L. Wyman
New Mexico
Pain reverberated through the young woman's body as she struggled to remain conscious. She wasn't sure how many bullets had pierced her, exactly where they were located, or how deep they had penetrated, but she was certain she was going to die. Her body felt cold, distant, as if she were floating somewhere above it, transparent. A small part of her railed that she was too young to die, that she had too much to live for, but the majority of her just wanted to let it all end, to escape the pain. She felt her vision failing and, as she sank into darkness, the last thing she saw was the smoking barrel of the gun that had killed her. Alone and drifting in the darkness, she remembered...
Several Hours Earlier...
Alexandra sat alone outside the small church staring at the desert and lost deep in thought. The fake i.d. tucked away in the small, white beaded purse she had bought just for this special occasion proclaimed her age as 18 but she was actually a year younger and several months pregnant to boot. She and her fiance had both agreed it was the only way to get married without raising several red flags.
Said fiance wandered slowly out onto the deck in front of the church where his perspective bride sat with her legs dangling over the edge of the railing. Alex's pretty white beaded satin gown was drawn up to prevent it from getting dirty and she looked pensive, almost sad. At the sound of her man's approach, the young woman turned and smiled, taking in his appearance. Remy was 21 and with the lean cut of someone who worked out and exercised regularly. Alexandra's skin had taken on a soft, tan glow but his remained nearly as pale as snow, despite his every attempt since they had moved to New Mexico. Being half French and half Irish, Remy burned extremely easy, however, it was a testament to how much he loved his fiancee that he'd agreed to live in Santa Fe.
He wore the white tuxedo she'd picked out for him proudly and with much flare. The golden accent threads sewn throughout were fake but they were tastefully done and added class to the outfit, bringing out the subtle peach undertones of Remy's skin. His bright red hair flared out around his head like a halo, trailing just past his shoulder blades. Today, he'd caught it back in a ponytail, slim and graceful. How she envied him his well behaved hair! A vibrant red rose rested in his lapel pocket and his smile was bright, as he came to sit next to the beautiful woman he intended to marry.
"You alright, chere?" Remy asked, his Louisiana Cajun accent thick with concern.
"You sure we're doin' the right thing?" Alexandra asked softly, her own Southern twang thick, as she snuggled closer to the young man.
* I know this is a horrible place to cut it off but I do have to go to work. I promise to get more up no later than tomorrow. I hope it wasn't too boring and I promise it'll get good from here on out!*
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
A short spiel about the world of the Sirens
I promised everyone a new blog soon and well, here it is. I'm having some technical problems in getting my files posted so bear with me but you will soon be seeing the actual stories I've been talking about. If need be, I'll transcribe them bit by bit into one of these blogs for you all to see. They may be in bits and pieces but they will be there. I will let everyone know what's going on as soon as I do. In the meantime, here's a little blurb about the world where my series about the Sirens' Detective Agency takes place.
While the story may be set on Earth, things are a little different. The mythical and the fantastical have existed alongside us as long as the world has been in existence, however, modern society has chosen to ignore, destroy, and shun as much of this as possible. Normal humans would just as soon pretend nothing out of the ordinary exists. The biggest representation of this fantastical world would be the paranormals, the non human races that have been quietly living alongside their human counterparts.
"Paranormal" in this series is a catch all term for any race that is not human, however, this can be divided into separate categories. The first would be the mutants. You can call them supes, supernaturals, mutants, or by their proper name, Homo Mutatis (changed human). They also go by paranormals, as they were the first group to actually earn the title. They have always existed among us. Until around 1900 (The Industrial Revolution) their numbers were small. Ever since, their numbers have been growing exponentially and humans, which the paranormals generally refer to as Mundanes, are starting to get afraid that these people will take over the world someday.
These people are essentially humans born with special "abilities" that mark them apart from society. These can be anything from a physical mutation, such as odd skin, hair, or eye coloration, extra limbs, or odd physicality (tails, gills, etc.) to a psychic ability, such as telepathy or telekinesis. Anyone can be a mutant because their abilities are not always apparent at birth. Normally, these things manifest between the ages of 11 and 21 but can lay dormant for as long as it takes for genetics to decide to kick in. There is no rhyme or reason to what powers a person is born with or to whom they are born. Two humans can produce a mutant just as easily as a mutant and a human or two mutants. The only real concrete fact is that the more mutant DNA you have, the more powerful your mutation will most likely be in the long run. Essentially, since this is genetics, it is just as random and just as unpredictable.
Mutants are the most prominent of all the paranormals and they are the only one that is officially recognized when the series begins. Eventually, the series will contain vampires, lycans, fae, and other preternatural creatures but I don't want to give too much away so those groups will have to wait for a description until I've gotten more posted. To put it shortly, the Sirens are a group of paranormal women who are Private Investigators. They are taking on the supernatural, the unexplained, and dealing with the other paranormal races. The leader of this group is Alexandra Lee and I will eventually be getting profiles up on her and all the main characters of the series. I know this isn't exactly what I wanted to do for this post but I was going to do this little spiel eventually anyway.
I hope this isn't too disappointing and look forward to showing all of you what I can really do! :) That's all for now but there will be more coming soon.
While the story may be set on Earth, things are a little different. The mythical and the fantastical have existed alongside us as long as the world has been in existence, however, modern society has chosen to ignore, destroy, and shun as much of this as possible. Normal humans would just as soon pretend nothing out of the ordinary exists. The biggest representation of this fantastical world would be the paranormals, the non human races that have been quietly living alongside their human counterparts.
"Paranormal" in this series is a catch all term for any race that is not human, however, this can be divided into separate categories. The first would be the mutants. You can call them supes, supernaturals, mutants, or by their proper name, Homo Mutatis (changed human). They also go by paranormals, as they were the first group to actually earn the title. They have always existed among us. Until around 1900 (The Industrial Revolution) their numbers were small. Ever since, their numbers have been growing exponentially and humans, which the paranormals generally refer to as Mundanes, are starting to get afraid that these people will take over the world someday.
These people are essentially humans born with special "abilities" that mark them apart from society. These can be anything from a physical mutation, such as odd skin, hair, or eye coloration, extra limbs, or odd physicality (tails, gills, etc.) to a psychic ability, such as telepathy or telekinesis. Anyone can be a mutant because their abilities are not always apparent at birth. Normally, these things manifest between the ages of 11 and 21 but can lay dormant for as long as it takes for genetics to decide to kick in. There is no rhyme or reason to what powers a person is born with or to whom they are born. Two humans can produce a mutant just as easily as a mutant and a human or two mutants. The only real concrete fact is that the more mutant DNA you have, the more powerful your mutation will most likely be in the long run. Essentially, since this is genetics, it is just as random and just as unpredictable.
Mutants are the most prominent of all the paranormals and they are the only one that is officially recognized when the series begins. Eventually, the series will contain vampires, lycans, fae, and other preternatural creatures but I don't want to give too much away so those groups will have to wait for a description until I've gotten more posted. To put it shortly, the Sirens are a group of paranormal women who are Private Investigators. They are taking on the supernatural, the unexplained, and dealing with the other paranormal races. The leader of this group is Alexandra Lee and I will eventually be getting profiles up on her and all the main characters of the series. I know this isn't exactly what I wanted to do for this post but I was going to do this little spiel eventually anyway.
I hope this isn't too disappointing and look forward to showing all of you what I can really do! :) That's all for now but there will be more coming soon.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Sirens Detective Series Intro
I thought that everyone might want to get to know my work a little better and what it's about before I start actually posting stuff. Right now I am working on two ongoing series. The first, which I shall discuss here in detail, is the Sirens Detective Series. The other is the Solarian Cycle, which is a fantasy novel series that shall be somewhat of a sequel to the Sirens series.
The Sirens Detective Series is going to be sort of a paranormal investigation series that revolves around the members of the Sirens' Detective Agency. They are a group of special women with special abilities working to solve paranormal cases. This can mean anything from cold cases that never got solved due to unusual circumstances, cases involving psychic, unusual, or unexplained phenomenon, or simply cases presented to them by people of the same persuasion as themselves. You see, the Sirens are harboring a secret. None of them are exactly...normal.
While I've set the series on Earth, it is an Earth unlike any other you will ever see. I'll begin posting more information on characters, teasers giving a general idea of what each book is about, and more detailed information on the Sirens and their world. For now, I just wanted to give everyone a little taste. Eventually, I will be posting the actual stories and other cool little tidbits bout this major work of mine. Hopefully, everyone will enjoy it. Later!
The Sirens Detective Series is going to be sort of a paranormal investigation series that revolves around the members of the Sirens' Detective Agency. They are a group of special women with special abilities working to solve paranormal cases. This can mean anything from cold cases that never got solved due to unusual circumstances, cases involving psychic, unusual, or unexplained phenomenon, or simply cases presented to them by people of the same persuasion as themselves. You see, the Sirens are harboring a secret. None of them are exactly...normal.
While I've set the series on Earth, it is an Earth unlike any other you will ever see. I'll begin posting more information on characters, teasers giving a general idea of what each book is about, and more detailed information on the Sirens and their world. For now, I just wanted to give everyone a little taste. Eventually, I will be posting the actual stories and other cool little tidbits bout this major work of mine. Hopefully, everyone will enjoy it. Later!
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