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Aug. 26th, 2007

Well one good thing about ij downtime is that I finished fixing the short's tenses

Story Title: Undecided
Author:   </a></strong></a>[info]tigresslilly
Genre: Original Modern fantasy
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Rating: PG
Word count: 2,119
Summary:   He's on another stake out with a new goal, but has he really gotten over Kiyoshi and her mystery?

Aug. 11th, 2007

I know this is a lot of entries and I appologize f-list, but I couldn't resist

Without further aduie, I present my latest short story.  Its the one I spoke of earlier that's got some humor in it.  It isn't side splitting but there are definitely moments where I laughed while writing it.  

Title:  A Surprise
Author: </a></strong></a>[info]tigresslilly
Genre: Original work, modern fantasy
Rating: G maybe PG
Warnings: None
Word Count:  2,720 
Summary:  Pretty much a stake out/ following and capture sort of story.   (I know I really need to work on my summary ability) . 

Oct. 14th, 2006

SH Delano: The Discovery

May. 14th, 2006

SH Kiyoshi: The Turning

SH Kiyoshi: The Awaking

Jan. 3rd, 2006

SH Shanti

SH Razi: The Revival

SH Lilly: The Departure

Nov. 30th, 2005

SH Damon: Last Words

Nov. 18th, 2005

Sh Razi: As I Remember

Icks )

Jan. 9th, 2005

SH AC Susan

icky )

Jul. 11th, 2004

SH Le Renard

Jun. 9th, 2004

SH lancelot

Aug. 9th, 2003

SH

Jul. 28th, 2003

Dark Ally Tales

She walked with a high head into the abandoned alley. Only sixteen and already she knew these dark areas like most girls her age knew their school hallways.
She was beautiful with dark violet eyes and a long, wild, black hair that was parted at the side and glistened under the low lamp lighting. Her outfit consisted of a long black skirt with slits up the sides to her hips. Through the slits, one could glimpse a topaz garter garnished in black lace on her right thigh. The garter matched the plastic beads dangling from the strapless top with a pointed bottom, and her jeweled earrings with long dangling gold chains. Around her neck was a gold choker with a locket given to her by her only love.
At first glance this girl looked cool and confident, but certain subtleties gave this away. Her skirt was ripped from her heels, and she was out of breath from running. The golden chain of her earrings were tangled in her hair that was slightly mussed from the slight wind. Flushed cheeks and a slight panting implied some sort of swift flight.
She was not nervous any longer, but cornered. She prepared herself for some awful fate. They had killed her lover. He had brought her into this softly woven world. He was a Prince of the night, with beautiful pale creamy skin, brilliant sky blue shimmering eyes, and shockingly blond hair. He had worn fine silk shirts of all dark colors, but his favorite color of attire was maroon. She had thought he was an illusion made of dreams and dark desires when they had first met. This mysterious man had filled her house with long stemmed black roses. She could still remember the sent of those roses. He had carried her into his dark world filled with so many sparkling romantic ways, but there was always this chance.
She remembers the last minutes before they came and slaughtered him. He had come in to their apartment bringing her a dozen blood red roses. It was her birthday, and he had plans for them to go out to a beautiful restaurant, and then the theater. He had bought a ring with a black rose on it to give to her, but she did not know of this.
His eyes were bright and alert and excited about the night. They had kissed, and she remembered her delight at the roses. She had remarked on how they were similar to the rusty red shirt he had worn tonight. He had worn that shirt especially for her. She had bought it for him, and loved it on him. She had gone to get her purse, and left him alone for just a moment.
Then they burst in, and she heard the yelling. Carefully she peaked into the other room. They were there dressed in stark white, so bright and shining it hurt her eyes. They used old fashioned weapons, well the girl who attacked did. It was a long curved silver blade, and the others stood pointing their guns at him in case he dared to retaliate. He turned bloody and missing an arm.
“Run my love!” He had yelled.
As the girl in white raised the sword and jammed it through his heart, his beautiful dark princess turned and ran out the fire escape to the streets. Tears had filled her eyes as she fled down the black alleys knowing nowhere she went would be safe.
Not that she wanted to be saved. They had killed him, and she would not go on without him. How could they? He had done nothing to any of them. She was the one who had run away from home to be with him. It was she who had dropped out of school, why was he the one attacked?
If only she had known those were their last moment together. She would have told him how much she loved him. She would have made the kiss really have counted. But it was gone, all gone now.
She had stopped walking in this dark alley, and waited for them to find her. It would not take long. Here, where the smell of rotting garbage and sewage infiltrated her nostrils, she tried to smell the sweet roses that had always surrounded her. She envisioned him here with her. He wore his blood red silken shirt, and held her in his warm strong arms while whispering reassuring thoughts to her. The alley way had disappeared. The two of them were up in the night sky surrounded by the stars. They had the rays of the moon to light their path, but she needed no light to follow him.
“We have finally caught you,” called the girl in white as she drew her cruel curved silver blade again.
The two girls were different, though both lovely. The one in white wore a silk dress drenched in lace. She had a silver striking snake band on her upper left arm. A plain silver anklet glistened, though it was barely seen due to her dress length. She could scarcely be past twenty but her light purple eyes shown with immense suffering and pain. The short strawberry blond hair curled about her face, as if to hide herself from this world.
“Why?” asked the cornered one barely above a whisper.
The other laughed at her opponent’s stupidity. “Why,” She repeated mockingly, “because you two are of the dark. We have sworn to protect all from the evil blackness, and to do that I must hunt out you.”
“He did nothing to you!” she exclaimed enraged. “Nothing to you or whoever your kind is. I have done nothing to you! How dare you take innocent blood in the name of justice! Not all in the dark crawls and certainly not all in the light is pure.”
“Shows what you know,” replied the other. “He has killed many people; some were good and some evil. We have tracked him for years, and finally caught him. Didn’t you see how black his soul was? He would have tired of you soon, and then you would have been killed too, just like those before you. He was no more than a monster in gentleman’s clothes.”
“No,” she shrieked, “liar! He loved me I love him! He would never...”
BANG. One of the men carrying a silver gun shot her before she could finish.
“Why did you do that?” the girl in white asked turning puzzled to her comrade.
“I didn’t see the reason to be so cruel to her. She was in love with him. Sometimes the truth hurts more than the illusion. Why not let her die believing her love returned the sentiment? Who can say, maybe he truly did. There’s nothing to be done here lets go home,” he added, and they all walked off.
The night was ending, but not for the dead. She had been reunited with her love, and he held her in is warm strong arms, whispering reassurances to her. They would be together eternally among the black night sky studded with stars. They would remain where evil did not matter,