The Phantom Of The Night.....
1949,Romania.
"Don't go out this late...don't u remember what our legends say about the creatures of the night?"
"Oh well!Don't worry about me Varra...i am the mistress of these woods and know better than to believe in some age old legend"."But Karia("ke-ara").....".
Thus she left her little cottage,lying to her best friend and maid to meet the love of her life.she thought of him as her angel....his beauty took her breath away...pale skin,pitch black eyes whose depth never failed to take her to her happy place,locks of soft black hair,strong build....he was in every way perfect according to her.
She had met him the earlier evening,on her way home after plucking berries from the nearby woods. He was a stranger,not from her own village,that she knew.He had asked her for directions to the long abandoned plantation of Longfall.She not only gave him directions but agreed to walk him there herself.Longfall was once the most beautiful plantation known throughout the empire.But it was abandoned long ago,why she didn't know.
There was something about his eyes that mesmerize her.They had never talked throughout the walk.But still she felt like she knew him so well,that she could understand even his silence.Or at least she wanted to get to know him.So she enquired about the purpose of his visit and learnt that he was a Taveller,the
kind of person who does what he wanted to do."driven by instinct"were his exact words.She loved that about him,loved his freedom.She had always wanted to live life her way.They were already on plantation lands.
She had swiftly bid him goodbye,avoiding his eyes.That was when the unexpected had happened.Her angel,
whose name she learned was Sir.Drake Vome Carmine,asked her to come inside and have tea with him.She rejoiced at his words,but having been the lady she was she gracefully declined the offer and promised to join him for dinner the following night.
She raced her way back home,for she was running late.And all her way back was thinking about her angel,his voice sweeter than the nightingale's,his scent better than frankincense,the sensuous way he moved.....and was all but carried away in his thoughts.
There was some sort of hunger in his pitch black eyes that she could not understand...raw thirst might be apt she thought...but for what?she had no answer.
LongFall that's where she is headed tonight.
1949,Romania.
"Don't go out this late...don't u remember what our legends say about the creatures of the night?"
"Oh well!Don't worry about me Varra...i am the mistress of these woods and know better than to believe in some age old legend"."But Karia("ke-ara").....".
Thus she left her little cottage,lying to her best friend and maid to meet the love of her life.she thought of him as her angel....his beauty took her breath away...pale skin,pitch black eyes whose depth never failed to take her to her happy place,locks of soft black hair,strong build....he was in every way perfect according to her.
She had met him the earlier evening,on her way home after plucking berries from the nearby woods. He was a stranger,not from her own village,that she knew.He had asked her for directions to the long abandoned plantation of Longfall.She not only gave him directions but agreed to walk him there herself.Longfall was once the most beautiful plantation known throughout the empire.But it was abandoned long ago,why she didn't know.
There was something about his eyes that mesmerize her.They had never talked throughout the walk.But still she felt like she knew him so well,that she could understand even his silence.Or at least she wanted to get to know him.So she enquired about the purpose of his visit and learnt that he was a Taveller,the
kind of person who does what he wanted to do."driven by instinct"were his exact words.She loved that about him,loved his freedom.She had always wanted to live life her way.They were already on plantation lands.
She had swiftly bid him goodbye,avoiding his eyes.That was when the unexpected had happened.Her angel,
whose name she learned was Sir.Drake Vome Carmine,asked her to come inside and have tea with him.She rejoiced at his words,but having been the lady she was she gracefully declined the offer and promised to join him for dinner the following night.
She raced her way back home,for she was running late.And all her way back was thinking about her angel,his voice sweeter than the nightingale's,his scent better than frankincense,the sensuous way he moved.....and was all but carried away in his thoughts.
There was some sort of hunger in his pitch black eyes that she could not understand...raw thirst might be apt she thought...but for what?she had no answer.
LongFall that's where she is headed tonight.
