The_gladiator
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The Keys to their souls
By Glad and Yeishia
The mist lay thick over the city, the low hanging clouds trapping the place in an early twilight. It brought a soft rain that seemed to reinforce the air of melancholy that bathed the cobblestone streets. Some places exuded feelings of joy, others despair. This city bread longing for an older gentler time. There was melancholy because what was once great was fallen, what once had brought joy had been left behind. Some cities were like that, time capsules, throwing back to a period long forgotten.
If the partiers on the streets noticed the melancholic air, they gave no sign of it as they chattered incessantly about the performances they were about to witness in the coming days. To the sensitive ears of the sentinel they sounded like the buzzing of insects. Something of little consequence that should be ignored. He flew past them, lost among the water droplets of the mist and fog. None of the humans would sense his presence. Yet, he had a purpose. She was performing here; tomorrow was opening night for a string of sold out shows and that meant then that he needed to be here to protect her.
The mist slipped through a crack high in the theater’s wall, wended its way, wended his way into the inner workings of the hall. It was silent and empty here; the crowds outside drinking an eating at the surrounding restaurants could not be heard within the walls. He knew she had dreamed of playing on this piano, one of the more famous ones in the world. Though, to be honest the sentinel couldn’t be bothered to even know what human city he was in. He knew what year he was in, knew that it had been more than 5 and less than 10 years since the Dawning, when vampires were recognized as citizens in most civilized countries. However, he wasn’t a tourist, he could not be bothered to learn what the humans called this town. He was here for one reason, and one reason alone, for her.
He took his human form as he slid from the shadows. His long black cloak hid him from sight, kept him in shadows a throwback to another time just as much as this city was. However, it was a throwback to a time even older still. Long slender hands slid out of the cloak to clasp the railing of the balcony where he stood and he looked down his eyes a smokey charcoal that were unique in that they weren’t true black. They were shades lighter than his hair that was a true black, raven in color. The cloak obscured his form other than those pale hands, and his height which was tall easily over 6 feet.
Those dark gray eyes found her below. She sat before the grand piano where the music that had met his ears long ago told him she would be. She played to the empty theater. The piece haunting in its beauty. Beethoven, his mind supplied him, the piece often called Moonlight Sonata was the melody that filled the room. This was a Private moment for her to familiarize herself with the piano before the performances. Yet, she was alone, this was unacceptable to the hunter.
He knew he could not watch her for long. She would feel his presence as she often did, and she would stop playing, at the least would stop playing so freely so full of emotion. At least that had been his observation in the past.
It wasn’t just his charming personality or lack thereof, she disagreed with her father, the Blackstone council’s ambassador to the humans, decision to order her guarded at all times, especially in public. She seemed to accept the standard security that many famous musicians hired, no it was the special guard, him, that she resented. Nikolai couldn’t honestly say he blamed her for it either. He was not exactly overjoyed by this assignment. However, he knew his duty. He respected his Leader, and Where Vladimir ordered him to go, he would go. He thought Vladimir was wrong to follow the request of Anton, this one’s father, however nor would he argue about it publicly. He knew his duty. The hunter of rogues knew not why he had been pulled from his ancient duty of granting justice to those who deserved his judgment to become a babysitter, but Vlad had spoken, the council had spoken and Nikolai’s hands were tied.
Nikolai wished in that moment that he were more social, but he had been alone too long to just go to her and talk to her like a person. He was her silent shadow. Almost always there, but never really there for her. She had friends and family to be close to her, he was impartial, not to be swayed by her friendship or feminine charms, or even her music, though that last was harder. Her music drew emotions from the depths of his soul that he no longer even had words for. Emotions that he had walled away long ago to become one of Vladimir’s best soldiers of justice. He had to be hard, so the fact he had killed too many family members and friends in the name of protecting the humans and upholding honor, would not destroy him inside.
As he reflected, he never stopped watching her, listening to her, and watching everything around both of them. He was an image of the consummate bodyguard. Even as his eyes watched her, He suddenly became even more aware of her as a shaft of moonlight bathed her porcelain skin, her silvery hair, a picture of ethereal grace. Peaking from between the clouds the moonlight had caught them both and frozen them in time, and in that stolen heartbeat their eyes met, darkest gray touching with the blue fire of hers. Her eyes were filled with her power with the energy of her being wrapped up in the sensuality of that private moment with the piano.
For a stolen heartbeat he felt like he was included in that bond she clearly had with the piano. However, as the shaft of moonlight was eaten away by a cloud, so did the moment fade. Shadows swallowed them both and their eyes lost contact. They were no longer something more than what they were to one another. He was relegated back to the dark and cast from the pure passion he had experienced in that momentary connection. For that instant colors had looked brighter, he had felt more than he had in so long, and in a blink, a whisper of a fog bank, the connection was gone again.
By Glad and Yeishia
The mist lay thick over the city, the low hanging clouds trapping the place in an early twilight. It brought a soft rain that seemed to reinforce the air of melancholy that bathed the cobblestone streets. Some places exuded feelings of joy, others despair. This city bread longing for an older gentler time. There was melancholy because what was once great was fallen, what once had brought joy had been left behind. Some cities were like that, time capsules, throwing back to a period long forgotten.
If the partiers on the streets noticed the melancholic air, they gave no sign of it as they chattered incessantly about the performances they were about to witness in the coming days. To the sensitive ears of the sentinel they sounded like the buzzing of insects. Something of little consequence that should be ignored. He flew past them, lost among the water droplets of the mist and fog. None of the humans would sense his presence. Yet, he had a purpose. She was performing here; tomorrow was opening night for a string of sold out shows and that meant then that he needed to be here to protect her.
The mist slipped through a crack high in the theater’s wall, wended its way, wended his way into the inner workings of the hall. It was silent and empty here; the crowds outside drinking an eating at the surrounding restaurants could not be heard within the walls. He knew she had dreamed of playing on this piano, one of the more famous ones in the world. Though, to be honest the sentinel couldn’t be bothered to even know what human city he was in. He knew what year he was in, knew that it had been more than 5 and less than 10 years since the Dawning, when vampires were recognized as citizens in most civilized countries. However, he wasn’t a tourist, he could not be bothered to learn what the humans called this town. He was here for one reason, and one reason alone, for her.
He took his human form as he slid from the shadows. His long black cloak hid him from sight, kept him in shadows a throwback to another time just as much as this city was. However, it was a throwback to a time even older still. Long slender hands slid out of the cloak to clasp the railing of the balcony where he stood and he looked down his eyes a smokey charcoal that were unique in that they weren’t true black. They were shades lighter than his hair that was a true black, raven in color. The cloak obscured his form other than those pale hands, and his height which was tall easily over 6 feet.
Those dark gray eyes found her below. She sat before the grand piano where the music that had met his ears long ago told him she would be. She played to the empty theater. The piece haunting in its beauty. Beethoven, his mind supplied him, the piece often called Moonlight Sonata was the melody that filled the room. This was a Private moment for her to familiarize herself with the piano before the performances. Yet, she was alone, this was unacceptable to the hunter.
He knew he could not watch her for long. She would feel his presence as she often did, and she would stop playing, at the least would stop playing so freely so full of emotion. At least that had been his observation in the past.
It wasn’t just his charming personality or lack thereof, she disagreed with her father, the Blackstone council’s ambassador to the humans, decision to order her guarded at all times, especially in public. She seemed to accept the standard security that many famous musicians hired, no it was the special guard, him, that she resented. Nikolai couldn’t honestly say he blamed her for it either. He was not exactly overjoyed by this assignment. However, he knew his duty. He respected his Leader, and Where Vladimir ordered him to go, he would go. He thought Vladimir was wrong to follow the request of Anton, this one’s father, however nor would he argue about it publicly. He knew his duty. The hunter of rogues knew not why he had been pulled from his ancient duty of granting justice to those who deserved his judgment to become a babysitter, but Vlad had spoken, the council had spoken and Nikolai’s hands were tied.
Nikolai wished in that moment that he were more social, but he had been alone too long to just go to her and talk to her like a person. He was her silent shadow. Almost always there, but never really there for her. She had friends and family to be close to her, he was impartial, not to be swayed by her friendship or feminine charms, or even her music, though that last was harder. Her music drew emotions from the depths of his soul that he no longer even had words for. Emotions that he had walled away long ago to become one of Vladimir’s best soldiers of justice. He had to be hard, so the fact he had killed too many family members and friends in the name of protecting the humans and upholding honor, would not destroy him inside.
As he reflected, he never stopped watching her, listening to her, and watching everything around both of them. He was an image of the consummate bodyguard. Even as his eyes watched her, He suddenly became even more aware of her as a shaft of moonlight bathed her porcelain skin, her silvery hair, a picture of ethereal grace. Peaking from between the clouds the moonlight had caught them both and frozen them in time, and in that stolen heartbeat their eyes met, darkest gray touching with the blue fire of hers. Her eyes were filled with her power with the energy of her being wrapped up in the sensuality of that private moment with the piano.
For a stolen heartbeat he felt like he was included in that bond she clearly had with the piano. However, as the shaft of moonlight was eaten away by a cloud, so did the moment fade. Shadows swallowed them both and their eyes lost contact. They were no longer something more than what they were to one another. He was relegated back to the dark and cast from the pure passion he had experienced in that momentary connection. For that instant colors had looked brighter, he had felt more than he had in so long, and in a blink, a whisper of a fog bank, the connection was gone again.