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Torment.
But she was lost, lonely. For her lover, Verrill, wasn't who she thought he was. He
was human, and that was her mistake. For humans cannot be trusted.
She was fae. A beautiful young faery, with blazing orange hair, and the palest green
eyes around. Her name was Coquette, and she was love-drunk with the human. She
stole down to the human's earth, to hold his hands and kiss him, looking into his
deep green eyes. And that was the mistake, because he was only human. He grew
mad with her touch, and eventually, he attacked her.
Humans cannot truly kill fae, even with deathly iron. Mortal hands just can't. The
iron left scars alright though. Scars that would never fade. Scars on the outside, and
on the inside. Her face, now marred with scars going down her perfectly pale skin.
Her arms covered with scars of a battle from long ago, defensive scars. Her chest
and neck ravaged by this human. Her perfect, chiming voice, lost through the
damage.
Coquette never knew it was coming. She never thought of the repercussions of
leaving the human. Surely, she thought, he would understand. He took it calmly. It's
fine love, it's fine. But it wasn't. He became something not-quite-human that
moment. She was his. And nothing would change that.
He remembered the times they shared, holding unclothed bodies against one
another, smiling, laughing, feeling happy, whole, and pure. Touching her glowing, fair
skin, and promising he would live forever to be with her. She smiled and laughed,
and told him she would help him.
But Coquette started realizing the flaws of this man, this Verrill. He was selfishly
human, and even becoming a faery would not change his original human nature.
She loved him, but she saw the hints of madness lurking behind his limpid green
eyes. She eventually felt him becoming rough and harsh with her, mad when she
was late to their affairs. She folded her thin, transparent wings against her skin and
sighed.
What could make this man turn so suddenly? But she forgot humans aged
differently, and Verrill never was the best pick of the humans. He was cruel to other
women, for none could compare to the gorgeous faery whose heart he had captured.
That night, the awful night that haunts her dreams...
That night, with the perfect dark sky, and the wonderfully glowing moon. It shined so
brightly for a night so dark. He crept, brandishing a long sharp blade of iron and
steel. Catching her by surprise, he grabbed her dress roughly. He pulled her
clothes, his eyes mad with hate and love, and bore his knife down on her. He
started from her left side, going from the top of her face, above her eye, and tearing
all the way down to her breast. She screamed, oh how she screamed.
She screamed as the blade ravaged her skin, and the blood poured into her eye.
She tried to pull herself away, but was paralyzed with fear. Was this really the man
she loved? This creature seemed to be a dark fae, with the small beady eyes and
the black shadows clinging to their pale skin. He slashed at her, and she managed
to bring her arms up to defend what was left, as she could barely see. Her wings
crumpled, her hair became bloodied and torn, and her dress was in ruins.
He laughed.
He laughed at her as she screamed and tore at his skin with her sharp claws, and
as she gouged out his left eye. He pulled her close to his chest, binding her arms to
her sides, and smiling down at her, feeling the faery's heart. Her heart, that
thrummed like a hummingbird, fast and fluttery. He stabbed her neck, hearing the
blood pour into her throat as she struggled to breathe. He smiled the whole time. An
evil, blood-chilling smile. He was happy, knowing he caused this damage.
She couldn't breathe, and all she could taste was blood, her own fae blood, sickly
sweet and disgusting. She could hear her blood, could see and smell it. She could
feel it rushing out of her in waves. The world around her swayed, flashing odd colors.
Were human skies usually that color? Everything looked red, a contrast to the
perfect green world she knew and loved.
She had to kill him. That was what flashed though her mind as she watched the
crazed man, as she watched her lover Verrill destroy her. Coquette could have cried
but the fact she thought only blood would pour forth. She was held in his embrace
once again, and knew she had to act fast, before he did somehow kill her in his evil
fae mood.
Her hands glowed pale green, faintly visible due to her weak body. She wrapped her
hands around his neck, and kissed him. The final kiss, that left him stunned, and
unable to move for 3 hours – the best she could do. She staggered back, away from
him, away from the pain.
He stood motionless, glaring at her with this horrified expression. She's going to kill
me! He thought as he watched his bloodied lover.
But she didn't, couldn't. She didn't have the strength to do anything, as the iron had
weakened her as the blood loss couldn't. The faery had to get away, run and run.
She took a few steps backward, gasping and holding her throat, and looked him in
the eye. She couldn't speak, never again after that night. Her throat had too much
damage, as did her left eye.
He could only watch as she staggered and walked away, away from this human and
all his evils.
She did cry eventually, silent and bloody tears. She had lost her lover, and could
never, ever return to him, lest she be killed, or worse, forced to kill him. She knew
that he was only human, so she had only wait a while before something human
killed him, such as age or disease. But she had loved him, and that never faded.
Even as Coquette's injuries healed, even as the scars stopped bleeding did those
images stay. The hate in his eyes, the crazed way he looked as he tore her apart.
The way his eyes looked, even when she gouged them out. The pure look of
menace and insanity that lurked. She was afraid he was out there, but she got over
him, slowly. She tried to find others, fae others, but they all cringed at her scars,
her reminder forever that she had defied laws and copulated with a human. That he
scarred her, and destroyed her lovely voice.
purplerosesbeauty · Mon Oct 05, 2009 @ 02:04am · 0 Comments |
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