The Voices of Melilia's Garden

[Starfish]

I would really like this to be a story about a young, recently widowed woman, who moves to a country home, that has a very unique, enclosed garden off the back. What makes this garden special is that it is inhabited by several spirits, to which fixate on the young woman and are very posessive of her, each wanting her for themselves, yet since they have passed on , they can't really have her in the flesh, which makes it all the more possesing.

I would like this story to envole one living man, who the widow meets, who becomes a pawn in a sexual game lead by the spirits.

Spirits:

You can choose your own character names, personalities and intentions, however, I would like there to be at least one woman spirit, who has sensitivity and real love for the woman, that endears sexual contact.

One more thing, mabey someone could take the role of her deceased husband, at some point where it'd be applicable.



I am taking the role of the young woman, named Melilia.



Plot establishment:

It wasn't long after ceasing to unload boxes from the truck that she began to sob slightly, then turning to full tears.... She looked around her and realized she would be here alone, for an indefinate life, alone. That word, alone, rang through her mind like a loud, persistant telephone. She couldn't bare the though of it so she ran up the stairs to her room, and threw herself onto the bare bed, and cried herself to sleep.


Earlier, during the warm part of the day, the movers had left the sash open in Melilia's room and when nightfall came, cooler breezes began to blow. Uncoverd, on the bed, the abandoned one was lying in an ironic pool of sweat. It was her nerves, so sensitive. She was as vaunerable as she could be, and it was easily seen by those with no eyes. They were so close to her, yet the barriers of time and demension stood between them . On the breeze came the sounds of hundreds of thousands of voices of emotion, resonating from the impressions and imprints life has left on time. But only the few were strong enough with life to matter, and they began to hear Melilia's fear, and relate to it. They're sadness began to delute the emotion of the others and the sounds rose louder and louder until, with one sharp wisping cry.... Melilia is jolted from her sleep.

IC:
"Oh, god" I look about the darkness, only to find shadows. I struggle to find the lamp switch. "I can't believe that dream." she mumbles to myself as I flick the found switch. Still sweating, I stand and slide off my pants, and seek my wardrobe box. Once I am clothed in a soft, cotton nightshirt, I made my way to the window, and gaze out at the garden I have not yet been in. The moon was heavily wanning and I could see the thick twisted viens of the Wisteria clinging to the arbor. "Umph", I sighed, finding displeasure from the impression it gave me. It reminded me of my dream and I felt something odd, like someone staring up at me, I am not afraid, just a bit unnerved. "That's it, I am just nervous and upest. I am proably gonna feel all sorts of weird things, for awhile." I thought to myself. "I just miss him so much. He was too young. God, why did you have to take him from me so soon?" I begged at the sky, now sobbing. I threw my arms out, grabbed the sash, and pulled with fearce, angry effort an it came slamming shut. It didn't open again for five days.

Lying there for those days, only getting up to get water, so I, appearantly, could keep crying, found no solution to my problem. The weakness that had formed in me had not yet killed me, but only taunted me with the agony it takes to die by choice. I knew in my heart this was not a solution. I called out to him, "give me a push, my love, out of this bed, to get up and live." One last tear rolled off my cheak as I rolled over and chose a new life.

I took some time, but I had managed to get this house in order. All the time feeling as though someone was there giving me a push. Mabey he had come here, like I asked. "Oh, well" I thought, "I am just glad I am feeling better."

As time passed on, I senced I wasn't alone here. I heard things, and saw little shimmers of light in the corner of my eye. Was I looseing my grip on things, again?. I had to get out of the house. "That's it. I need to do some gardening" I convinced myself, and sped off to get changed into my old clothes and then out into the garden.



[Edited by G.R. on 02-16-2001 at 03:32 PM]

 

[Guest]

He sped through the crystal waters of the pond in the back of the garden marvelling in the feeling against his skin. If you could call it that, really, as a sprite has no skin as such, yet the water felt as gorgeous to him as wind does to an air sprite, or the gentel comfort of an old chair to one of the unfortunates who lingered on, past when they should have left. He propelled himself up into the air, revelling in teh tinkling splashes he heard behind him as he left the water. Not that anyone else would have been able to hear those splashes, well most anyone. There were few people older than 6 years of age who could still hear or see him, and the last time a child had played in this garden was so long ago that he had almost forgotten it, he could feel the loneliness of this place, as he was this place, to a certain extent, he wove himself through this place, in the manner of his kind.

He was about to return to the water when a noise made him stop, he looked up, and noticed the young woman who had moved in several days ago venturing out into the garden for the first time. He had not been able to see her before as she had neither approached water, nor been in the state of mind that sprites of his kind enjoy being around. But now she way out, and he stopped to stare at her as she made her first steps into his garden...a slow smile spread to his face as he looked about for the others of his kind.

IC: "Well now, the old ones didn't tell me she was so attractive, I can see now why they wanted to help her. She's so sad, someone's left her recently...I hope she comes over here...I'd love to play..."

At the thought of playing again Laven becme more excited than he'd been in years. "I have to get her attention, but how?" Not for the first time he cursed the blessed/hated seperation beween his wolrd and that of the living. He dove down towards the water to consider what to do, leaving another fairy-splash behind him...



OOC: Okay, this is my first time at this...so I'll do my best to keep up...

 

[Starfish]

OOC: You did great Sunspun. I am happy with your take on the story. I am going to give it awhile for others to join in, before i write some more. So don't get discouraged if the story doesn't pick up right away or if it picks up quick.
Your gonna do just fine!

 

[Ravenloft]

Isabella:

Without word, the shimmering form of a young woman followed Melilia to the garden. She was dead, like all the others that called this place home, save for this new wonder that had come to them. The girl that followed her wore a night gown, the cloths she had died in. Melilia was standing in the garden now, just feet from an unmarked grave.

"Isabella! Give me the child! Its of no use! There is nothing we can do for it now..."

The sharp commanding words that had faded into a sorrowfull tone... Then trailed off, knifed through the dead girls awareness as she could do nothing but fix that hidden grave with an unseen stare. Another wave of those echoing voices from the past assaulted her suddenly, it was her own now.

"No!" Her voice was strained, wild and frantic. "She's my baby! I can't let her go! My baby... I... I KILLED her!" Isabella shrieked.

Images were forming about Isabella, she was begining to relive the moments that led to her death.

With a violent shake, Isabella pulled her self from the grasping hands of those painful memories. She gasped, and would have been in tears if she had been able to cry.

In that short flash of memories time had passed, Isabella wasn't sure how much time, such things ment little to her and her family anymore. Melilia, though, was nearly done with the garden already.

Isabella forced herself to focus on Melilia, watching her work the garden. In life, this garden had been Isabella's to tend, and she took great joy in it. Her garden so long ago... It had been a miniature paradise... The thought came to her that Melilia might restore that beauty, and with that, a phantom smile played across Isabella's lips.

At night, this night she would try to steal a moment at Melilia's ear while she slept to tell her of the garden's past beauty...

 

[Starfish]

IC: It felt much better being out in the warm sun. I had finished weeding the beds closest to the house, and taken everything to the compost heap. I was surprised to see just how many desirable plants were growing in this run down garden. I imagine someone put a lot of love into making this garden beautiful. I was hoping I could do the same for it, but it was such a big garden and very heavily planted. I knew for sure that I would have trouble getting it back to original condition. But wait, I didn't even know what original condition was like. How was I ever going to restore it's beauty if I didn't know what to do?

I decided to ponder the thought, as I walked the curving paths through this entwining mass of green, witht splashes of color here and there. I was rounding a curve in the path when I caught a glint of light out of the coner of my eye, but when I looked it was gone. I felt a cold chill and was a bit unnerved by it, because it wasn't the first time and I figured it wouldn't be the last. What was causing me too see these strange lights, colorful glowing orbs, that wink out when I try to see them?

I continued on the path in the same direction, and I suddinly began to hear the trickling sound of water. As I walked, it got louder and louder, until it sounded as though I was standing in it, yet it was no where to be seen. I gazed around me in all directions, and concluded that I was getting near the back of the garden. I kept walking, and the trickle became the sound of splashing, and I though I even began hearing laughing. I came upon a water pond, filled with lilies and pearlwort. I was impressed with it's size and was glad to have found it. "But the laughing? Am I nuts?" I thought. I sat on the stone edge of the pond, and skimmed my hand over the water. I have always enjoyed the traquil sound of water, and I found it's soothing voice was calling me into tranquility. I glanced around, and saw a nice bed of moss. It called to me to lie down on it and so I did. It was soft and comfortable and before to long, the rushing sounds of water and the softness of the plush moss below me had eased me down into a deep sleep, on this warm June evening.

[Edited by G.R. on 02-18-2001 at 03:36 PM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Isabella:

Following behind Melilia as she went to investigate the waters edge Isabella smiled at the thought of the garden, HER garden being returned to its former beauty. Melilia laid down and was quickly asleep. Isabella knelt down at her side, letting her phantom lips hover only inches from Melilia's ear, she began to speak.

"Hello M'lady... Can you hear me?" Isabella tested, it wasn't like she had the opportunity to speak with the living very frequently.

Melilia shifted and her ear seemed to perk up.

"The garden... You must tend the garden..." Isabella whispered, and somehow, through the distant veils that separated the two of them, her voice reached Melilia, though she remained asleep.

Isabella paused and looked about. Sure enough, there was Laven playing in the water, just now taking notice of them. It was sortof an unspoken rule of the estate that they not toy with the living.

 

[Starfish]

Melilia: When I sleep, I tend to sleep hard, waking from a dreamless sleep. This evenings sleep was different, however. I saw things in my sleep, I could have never imagined. I was surrounded in vines that composed my clothing, leaves and floweres covering my glittering skin. I saw my new found pond lit up from within, and I saw several people dancing and floating around it.



The water lilies glowed a viberant rosey magenta, and as more of these people arrived, they began to dance the intracing, floating dance to a soft trickling chime music coming for they many hanging windchimes, that hung from the limbs of the Linden and japanese maple trees that over hang this majikal place. I felt someone next to me as though they almost melded into me. I heard a woman's soft and utterly, erotically induce voice, request me to listen. As she spoke her endearing word's, the picture before me began to change. The dance began to change and one of the people turned towards me and our eyes met.



Once he took notice of me, he was very inticing with his glare, and I felt his attention, very strongly, pulling at my heart and soul. He wanted to tell me somthing too, but all I could hear where the chimes and this hauntingly beautiful voice telling me to bring the beauty back to the garden. It was instantainious that my heart filled with a strange emotion, on of compelling strength that far exceeded that of the unusual man who caught my eye. I suddenly saw a vision of greatness, and knew in my heart what previous splendor had enchanted this garden, and that I, solely, was responsible for returning it to it's former condition. That I must do it. And to my amazement, when I woke, I knew exactly what to do.



I opened my eyes, to find myself, right where i had lain. I felt a strong urge to go and work on the garden, but all that lit the area was moonlight. I had a flash in my mind of the glorious lit up pond and wish it to return. This made me sad, for I knew that was a child's fantasy. That it would never be that beautiful, of a garden. "who says?" a voice from around me giggled. "Who's that?" I errupted and suddenly before me on the ledge I saw a glint of greenlight, just before it dove into water, and dissapeared. I was stunned. I fell back on the moss, in astonishment and wonder.

As I lay there, I thought about things, but after awhile, I began to feel,feeling I hadn't felt since before my husband died. I felt that familiar warmness and tingling need, swell in me. With a quick though about it, I realized that I have had no sexual pleasure in many weeks, if not months. "No wonder I am seeing things!" I thought to myself.

I began to rub my breasts through my thin teeshirt. My nipples hardened instantl I began to tweek them between my fingers. I felt need for release, badly, and so I undid my shorts with one hand and slid them over my hips, and down until they were around my ankles. I began to rub my stomache gently, trailing down to my pussy were I had no effort sliding a finger in place to rub my clit. I was moist already and , with no effort I pleasured myself with my fingers. It wasn't long before I felt a deep surge of energy rise in me and my climax was soon to be had. My head cocked back and my eyes rolled as searing pulses of heat and sensation ran through me, like waves of hot water over my entire naked body. I lay there satisfied, but for some reason I felt I had been watched. I felt I had just preformed for an audiance, actually. But, strangly enough I was not uncomfortable.

[Edited by G.R. on 02-18-2001 at 05:55 PM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Isabella:

Isabella had stayed next to Melilia the whole time she pleasured herself. She had been young when she died, and in the age that she lived such things were taboo. She had never thought to do such a thing to herself but something quaked within her essence at the sight of Melilia in her extacy.

How cruel a thing it was that she learn the manner in which to pleasure herself so long after her flesh had wilted away to dust. She felt a twinge of bitter envy but that faded away as she continued to watch Melilia writhing in the flush afterglow of her passions.

 

[Starfish]

I made my way back up to the house, stumbling in the dark. I felt strange about what I had done. I actually began to feel shame, which was strange, for such a liberated women, as myself. I stepped through the threshold of the door and heard a faint moan. I glanced around quickly, only to catch a slight glimps of one of the light orbs as it vanished. I was sure I wasn't alone here, anymore. but how do I find out who or what, they were?

Still puzzled, I went up to bed and slept well. The sun broke through the window and began to warm my face, and I woke to the cozy feeling, I felt renewed. I quickly dressed and ate breakfast, as I was very eagar to get to work in the garden. As I worked through the morning, I made a huge amount of headway. Much was accomplished in that time and the beauty of the garden, was beginning to shine through now.....

[Edited by G.R. on 02-20-2001 at 04:15 PM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Isabella:

Having stayed near Melilia all through the night, following her about the next day, Isabella stood off in a secluded part of the garden, watching, always watching. She smiled as Melilia rendered the earth into a thing of beauty. Eventually Melilia stopped, setting up on her knees after having weeded a large section of the garden. She touched the small of her back, it must have ached from so much work. Isabella moved to sit beside Melilia. How she wished she could let Melilia know how much her diligent work in the garden ment to her. Even if it weren't frowned upon by the other ghosts, the only way Isabella knew to knife through the veil between them was when they slept.

Reaching out a ghostly hand, Isabella tried to touch Melilia's sore back, turning her head to the side in sympathy. It simply passed through Melilia like harmless, vaporous air.

"Thank you..." Isabella whispered as she pulled her hand away slowly.

 

[Sunspun]

Laven had floated right on the edge of the water as Melila had plaesured herself. Being a sprite he had been able to pick up the the feelings she was experiencing and he had been entranced. He had never felt anything like this and now he was being consumed by the desire to experience more.

He was jealous of Isabella's ability to sit next to this beautiful woman who was bring ing the colour back to his home. He had learned rapidly that though this woman could not see his true form, (unless, of course, he allowed her too) she could see something of him. He was not afraid of her, but old habits of hiding die hard, but die they do especially when this woman could cause him to feel such marvelous things. He had made up his mind that tonight he would follow her to her room at night and see if he could learn more...

 

[Starfish]

Melilia:

I began to ache deeply in my back, and It began to trouble me about my husband being dead. He was so kind and loving, and he would have known just where and how to touch me to make my pain go away. I felt somthing, just then. As though someone was wanting to touch me. I wonderd if it were him. "Jonah, is that you?" I spoke softly, yet no responce came. I was being silly, but I began to weep and had to drag my tired bones inside. I felt that I needed company and soon, so I decided to go into town, for a bit to get a newspaper, and see about adopting a kitty kat, to keep me company in my garden.


Leaving the house was a very strange experiance. It had been so long, because I had been living out of a can for the last few weeks. I drove into town and pulled into a spot infront of the small grocery. I walked inside and decided to do some shopping, and possibly have a fresh meal for a change. I purchased lettuce, and other salad fixings, a loaf of bread and a hunk of fresh mozzerella. I grabbed a newspaper and went up to the clerk.

I waited, fidgiting, while he rung up and bagged my food. "You don't know were I could get a pet cat, do you,sir?" I asked.
"Um, well I have a cat who just had kittens three weeks ago, they aren't weend though, so you'll have to wait , but I'll certainly save one for you." He explained. "Why, you can have first pick, how's that?" he asked.


His eyes lit up when he spoke, and I realized how handsome he was. I broke eye contact, when I realized I'd been staring deeply at him. I blushed and said "That is very kind of you, sir. Thank you very much.'



I was feeling very shy, because it had been so long since I had looked at another man the way I had the clerk. I felt guilty and wrong for thinkin it, but I found him to be very attractive and seemed to not be that much older than myself. I said farewell to the handsome man promising to return to see about a kitty. I sped home to prepare my meal, and to take a bath. As I ate I thought of nothing but the man. He had some quality I could not place, but it was illuring and sexy. And since my expiriance in the garden, the night before, I had begun to feel my libido rise again to it's former self. I bathed and readied for bed, and felt again that I was not alone. I deeply wish to know who or what was here with me. I was never afraid, only curious. I lay back with the hopes of beautiful dreams, again, like those of the night before....but all I could do was pervertedly imagine being filled by a man. I needed to feel it, I desired it deeply. Was that why I was attracted? I felt even more guilt now, but what is a girl to do?





[Edited by G.R. on 02-20-2001 at 11:30 PM]

 

[Sunspun]

Laven peered in through Melila's bedroom window, a queer experience for one used to the freedom of invisibility. He had desperately wanted to cavort in the water of her bath, but was still leery of revealing himself to her. Now as he floated back and forth he could feel her longing for something but wasn't sure what, though it was creating a similar feeling in him, it was a curious feeling that seemed to come from everywhere inside him at once. It was a desire for relese, but from what he thought?

As Melila drifted deeper into sleep, her mind became more open to him and soon he had his answer. Yes...that was exactly what he desired to do to this woman, but how? Looking down at himself he realised that in his present form he was woefully inadequate to fulfil the desires racing through her slumbering mind, searching slightly deeper into her mind an image presented itself, a man, a man she desired to be with imensely, but yet, the emotions that he could feel attached to this image were to powerful to stir up so he searched for another...yes, here was one, a fresh one and it would certainly do...

He slipped into the room and swept up onto the bed, slowly spreading his incorporeal form over the sleeping woman he began to take the shape of the clerk she had seen that day, he couldn't give himself the weight or mass of a person, but he could make himself tangible enough that someone drifting in and out of sleep would at the same time feel him, but still think him part of the dream, and since dreams are as much the realm of sprites as water, air, fire and the rest he could be in both places at once, heightening the illusion.

He drifted into her dreams in the shape of the man she had seen that day, the place was the garden, but not the current garden, it was the garden as it was ages ago, full of riotous colour and the gentle summer song of insects and birds.

He spoke softly, his dream-voice still that of a sprite, soft and tinkling, like bells, or the splash of water.
"Hello" he said to her turned back, hoping not to startle her awake. "Who are you and what brings you to my garden?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Isabella:

Isabella knew that the other souls that haunted this house would soon take more of an interest in Melilia, and her stolen moments whispering in Melilia's ear would soon be much, much shorter.

"Can you hear me? This is Isabella... I... I have to thank you for what you are doing with the garden..." Her words were knifing into Melilia's dreams. Splintering them apart. She was slowly insinuating into Melilia's unconscious mind. touching deeper into her with each word, flashes of memories started to flutter behind Melilia's eyelids. She was seeing a woman in pain, giving birth, screaming. The images kept coming, the flash of a babies face, purple, unmoving, dead... The girl again, she was shrieking in desperation, in sorrow. There was the flash of a metal edge, glinting with light, then everything went red. It was all so fast and Isabella had no idea what she was imparting, how she was ripping through the veil between her and Melilia.

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: Oops, sorry bout that Sunspun... Was in the middle of posting as well... G.R. can you consolidate the both of these posts? Kinda take them as happening simultaniously?

 

[Starfish]

OOC: Raven and Sunspun, Oh I can handel this just fine. Give me one day. Kisses, G.

 

[Starfish]

This is the kind of occurance that reallly tests your skills.



Melilia: Sleep washed over me, like the onslaught of a warm gentle rain. The rain that poured over my bedroom window's panes. The sound washed over the slight light refracting from a slight curve in the drops as they clung.

I was carried like I was weightless, to the garden again, in my mind's eye. The drops of rain fell to the sound of trickling water. There the rain lifted in a thick fog, dispearsing quickly to a mist that quickly fell to the earth and cleared, revealing my location in full, and thus lightening the air around me greatly. I was very glad to be back, it was one day to long apart, form this mystical version of my new garden. As I lay were i am placed, on my side among fern fronds and trees, I feel someone behind me, very close and somewhat touching. "Who are you, and why have you come to my garden." the voice wispered alluringly.

" I am Melilia, and I have come because I am in love." I purred, all inhibitions lost, and not careing about the frustration I felt before I saw this world of dreams.

" I need a lover, so here I am. I am willing to be here, and wish that this world were my reality." I offered, not knowing that I could actually have this if I could first face my pain.

"Who are you and why don't you ever come to my garden?" I asked the voice, as if I were drunk with wit, giggling while I spoke.

"I am one you can love, I am one who needs you to love them. But I should say there are others here to who would be so bold as to make you think I am not worthy of your love." his voice groaned as he spoke, as if he were feeling so much pain at that very moment.

I rolled over with concern, to make sure that my new aquaintance was alright, and behold, my eyes locked with a man of familiariity.

His eyes were filled with deep burning question, as though he was searching, and needing an answer. The inquisitive glare made me feel strange until I realized who I was looking at. It was him, the clerk from the market. I fell in love instantly, as his eyes were even more familiar than I had thought. He was the man in my dream. It was him in all and although it made perfect sence, there was somthing different about each time I've seen him.

I returned my eyes to his and I assured him. "You are timid, and afraid. Why? I must know what you feel! I would never want to hurt you if tha.....!"

Our eyes never broke, but suddenly our lips met, interupting my words and we kissed until with great force, I felt the warmness in my soul, be frozen over by horrific images that forced me to stop. "What is it?' the man asked.

"I..I don't know.I....I am seeing things. " I stammerd

"like what?" he begged to know

" Oh, god no it's...it's, it's aweful. I see a young woman in a night gown, she's bleeding a...all over, and there is a baby, and they are dying, and I can't see her, anymore, no there she is running, in the gar..garden. She is running up there, we must go help her." I rise frantacly shaken from the visions, come we must go..." suddenly I saw the young woman dead in a pool of blood, and I am too late. I has frozen with terror, and I could not move a step towards the house.

The man eased me back down, and said softly "Calm down, love, you are seeing the past, not the present. You must embrace this occurance because it is reality. Since that horrific day this garden only shines in the minds of a few who remember...and now you. You are a new hope to many." Despite the kind word this didn't ease my shaking, and I looked worriedly into his eyes as he spoke.



"Is this her garden?" I asked. "Is she the one who's been telling me to make the garden beautiful again?" but alas my query was at an end, as the stranger pressed his lips to mine again, as though he meant to have me right there. When our lips broke his voice spilled over my mouth "clever and beautiful...What is a man to do?" He grasped my neck with one hand and began to kiss me again, but this time easing me onto my back, and pressing his body against mine. My fear turned tiself down a bit when my passion then ignited, as I was slowly being kissed and loved, for the first time since the passing of my husband.



[Edited by G.R. on 02-22-2001 at 12:33 AM]

 

[Ravenloft]

Isabella:

Laven and other from the house were congregating in Melilia's bed chambers. They all had something they wanted from Melilia, Isabella knew. She had stolen her moment at Melilia's ear, it was all she could hope to have. She retreated from the crouded room and went to what had been her room in life. It was quiet here, cold, empty... Her room had never been a place of great joy. Her garden, she looked out the window down upon its returning beauty.

Yes, she had had her moment at the woman's ear, now it was up to Melilia. Seeing the garden returned to its former beauty was not what kept Isabella here, in this house, it was the guilt she carried over her still born child.

 

[Starfish]

I awoke in my bed, to my surprise, I was not undone as I woud have suspected from my dream. Oh, what a full and amazing dream it was. I just sat in my bed for a good hour going over it all, and all the while feeling the pressure of voices, growing, to no end. I just couldn't defereintiate one from the other, except for Isabella. I heard her. She arose in some far greater need than that of the others. I had review the scense in my mind, of the blood, and the dead child. I couldn't assume what it all meant. "Tell me right now Isabella, what you did! I want to help you! The love I feel for you, exceeds what you can know. It is your accomplishment that has saved my life, by giving me purpose, and in any hope to serve you, I wish to know you intamiatly. I wish to know why you have such guilt that restricts you." I pleaded aloud to her, praying all the while for her soul, and extending my love to her.
"Isabella, I wish to see you, awake, and to see you as we talk. I hope that someday it will be so." I urge her open up to me, to not be afraid, this must be resolved, so we can be friends.
"Isabella do you remember your friends? The people who you loved, in life. I hope that you always remember that they still love you, and that they are always looking over you now that they to have passed on. I just hope you realise what good could come of a bond between us."
I spoke as though i had rehersed, yet it truely came from the heart. It hurt me deeply that I know not the intimate details of her troubles, and sorrows. I prayed for and open line of communication with her. Would she give up a little of her self loathing to share in some love again, mabey to be reborn by it , as it was for me by her hand, the creator of the garden, the inspired one. I veiw the work of god, as done by the hand of Isabella, in her garden and in all of her life's actions, even in remorse.

It seems as though pieces began to fall in palce and that some headway has been made in all directions. I have met a beatiful man, still a stranger, I have been blessed with dreams and a gift of being saved, but not from the cold clutches of fear. Fear of life. Fear of myself, Fear of being alone. Fear of never loving again, fear of loosing my wits......As the list went on I began to realise that I am a prisioner of this fear and I am creating It around me. I must stop, but how? How do I not fear these things. I found It so funny that didn't fear the voices I heard, it was the social taboo of hearing things equaing to psycosis. I needed to get right withmyself more deeply before I can truely help Isabella. I want her enough to sacrifice my self pity to drop some of my fear and start living how I see fit.

 

[Starfish]

I awoke in my bed, to my surprise, I was not undone as I woud have suspected from my dream. Oh, what a full and amazing dream it was. I just sat in my bed for a good hour going over it all, and all the while feeling the pressure of voices, growing, to no end. I just couldn't defereintiate one from the other, except for Isabella. I heard her. She arose in some far greater need than that of the others. I had review the scense in my mind, of the blood, and the dead child. I couldn't assume what it all meant. "Tell me right now Isabella, what you did! I want to help you! The love I feel for you, exceeds what you can know. It is your accomplishment that has saved my life, by giving me purpose, and in any hope to serve you, I wish to know you intamiatly. I wish to know why you have such guilt that restricts you." I pleaded aloud to her, praying all the while for her soul, and extending my love to her.
"Isabella, I wish to see you, awake, and to see you as we talk. I hope that someday it will be so." I urge her open up to me, to not be afraid, this must be resolved, so we can be friends.
"Isabella do you remember your friends? The people who you loved, in life. I hope that you always remember that they still love you, and that they are always looking over you now that they to have passed on. I just hope you realise what good could come of a bond between us."
I spoke as though i had rehersed, yet it truely came from the heart. It hurt me deeply that I know not the intimate details of her troubles, and sorrows. I prayed for and open line of communication with her. Would she give up a little of her self loathing to share in some love again, mabey to be reborn by it , as it was for me by her hand, the creator of the garden, the inspired one. I veiw the work of god, as done by the hand of Isabella, in her garden and in all of her life's actions, even in remorse.

It seems as though pieces began to fall in palce and that some headway has been made in all directions. I have met a beatiful man, still a stranger, I have been blessed with dreams and a gift of being saved, but not from the cold clutches of fear. Fear of life. Fear of myself, Fear of being alone. Fear of never loving again, fear of loosing my wits......As the list went on I began to realise that I am a prisioner of this fear and I am creating It around me. I must stop, but how? How do I not fear these things. I found It so funny that didn't fear the voices I heard, it was the social taboo of hearing things equaing to psycosis. I needed to get right withmyself more deeply before I can truely help Isabella. I want her enough to sacrifice my self pity to drop some of my fear and start living how I see fit.

 

[Ravenloft]

Isabella:

The house seemed to shudder, Isabella's fellow spirits were aggitated. Isabella knew that Melilia must have awakened, they wouldn't have been so restless if it wern't so. For with her wakefulness came the ever present veil.

Isabella found herself returning to Melilia's room. It was as though she were being drawn there. She listened to Melilia speak. Oh, how badly she wished she had tears to cry. This woman wanted to help her, the thought of it was nearly too hard to accept.

The emotion Melilia poured forth crashed like violent waves through Isabella's essance. She moved forward though, being drawn even closer to Melilia by it. Her phantom hands reached out to touch Melilia, passing through her again. "If you could only hear me... I want you to hear me..." She sobbed.

At her touch Isabella sent flashing visions of her past into Melilia's mind. They were sharper, it was as though Melilia's body was stolen away, back to the past, she saw herself laying on a bed, she was panting, her legs were open, a man was telling to to push, but she couldn't see him. Her eyes were blurred with tears. She couldn't feel anything though, it was just being played back within her mind.

The vision ended just as abruptly as it began and Melilia gasped, she hadn't been breathing. Isabella backed away, she didn't understand what she had done.

 

[Starfish]

Melilia:
I was swept away again, to see Isabella's past situation. I fell forth on the bed, partly in tears,of pain and partly of relief, yet alltogether not feeling well at all, as though I'd been overcome. I knew more now, about her. I put out my hand, onto the bed, as if I were trying to take someones hand. The pity I felt consumed me, and I lay there with what felt like no life in my breath. I felt her pain, through me. I knew more than just her physical pain, like that of emotional guilt, but what was it for? The true cause evaded me, as though it were right in front of me but my eyes were blind. "Isabella, I am weak, I am tired, but speak to me again, tell me what you did to the baby! Tell me why you killed yourself, and why you are in so much pain over it?" I needed to know, so I could work to help this lost soul. I wished, more than ever, at that moment to be holdning her in my arms, filling her with love.

 

[Ravenloft]

Isabella:

The shock of seeing what she had done to Melilia froze Isabella in place. Only Melilia's thin voice pleading for answers snapped Isabella out of her shock. The baby, she couldn't face what had happened, her first child, laying, dead in her arms, being wrenched away from her only to be burried out in the garden... It was all because she had loved foolishly a cold, cruel man. The memories were creeping in about Isabella, slowly trapping her. "No! I can't! I can't! I can't remember!!! Please! Don't make me!!!" She cried out suddenly, lifting her hands to find her wrists gashed open. She shrieked, denighing the memories with all her might, she couldn't accept it, she wouldn't. The cold, numbness that came after death was far less painful than this. In a panic Isabella fled back to her room, trying, always trying to escape her past.

The strength of the emotions, the painful memories knifed through the veil, letting Melilia see what living eyes aught not. Only the thinnest fog of her heart beat separated her from Isabella's world now...

 

[Starfish]

OOC: Hey there Ravenloft. I have had a lot going on on the home front, and had to drop one of my threads, for times sake. This thread is my baby, so I don't want to drop it, I just have to step off writing everyday. I hope you can stand the delays, but its the best i can do for now. I have mid terms, and project reports...etc... sorry. G.R.
P.S. got camera, will mail you some picks.

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: Not a prob GR I will still be around, looking forward to seeing the photos you have to offer.