Surprise

Snacka om att bli förvånad...
Någon som bläddrat igenom senaste ELLOS katalogen och hamnat på herravdelningen?
Well, I did. Och gissa vem jag fann där om inte "min" Malox (aka Ben Hill in real life). Coolt va?
Lustigt måste jag säga, men snygg var han.

I made you..and therefor I am your master

“You...” Caskus whispered with a shaky voice, narrowing his eyes. “You...”
Kain bent down and grinned back at him.
“I love that terrified face of yours. I love hearing you beg Caskus Caelestis.” He leaned closer so that he could whisper in Caskus ear without anyone hearing. “It remind me sooo much of your friend...the friend you could not save...the friend you loved soo much. Now what was his name...”
Old images of Nicholas begun swirling around in Caskus's confused head.
“You bastard!” He screamed. His throat so sour, it burned like fire every time he made an attempt to speak.
Kain's eyes flashed red before him and suddenly he was drawn backs hundreds of years in time to the dark forest where he could hear his mothers scream, where he could feel the sharp teeth digging deeper in to his neck. The aching pain and the hooded creature.... the bloodstained grin and the... the eyes, the red eyes.
“I – made – you....” Kain hissed softly and gripped Caskus firmly by the chin. “I made you and therefor, I am you're master, Caskus Caelestis and you are no man of noble blood. You belong to me..”

"Puppyfighting"

Nästan två A4:a, så stolt ^^ skulle älska att kunna göra detta till ett helt kapitel. Mitt första i livhistorien.

”Get your paws OFF him!” Noah roared and pushed Yeshuas opponent hard to the ground. The greyish wolf made a low shriek as it struggled to get back on its feet, before transforming into its humanform.
”Trying to play mister tough guy now Noah?” A male voice said.
Noah turned around with a growl.
”It's against the law to have fightings. Pup's are not fully developed to understand their own bodies.” Noah said harshly. ”You know that... Conor.”
The man chuckled huskily.
”We don't follow the law, we're (the) lawless', remember?”
Noah tightened his jaw.
”Why don't you come and play sometime Noah?” Conor grinned. ”It would do you good to release all that anger you've got stored up there.” He pointed at his own head. ”For old times sake as well.”
Noah glanced at Conor disapprovingly and grabbed the color of Yeshuas shirt, dragging him along.
”Ooh you'll be punished now, Yeshua.” Sly said mockingly and scoffed. His grey eyes filled with excitement. ”Alpha has come to get youuu, hehe.”He howled.
Conor snorted with dissatisfiction and hit Sly hard in the neck. Sly whined quietly lowering his head to show his packmaster he'd done wrong. Conor turned his eyes back to Noah.
”If you're not here to fight, then get the hell out of my territory.” He shooed them off with a nonchalant wave.
Noah narrowed his eyes harshly, wishing he could finish Conor off right there and then. He knew he could, he was far more experinced with his wolfform, he was older, stronger. He could take Conor on, slay him in seconds, but he wouldn't. He had changed, he was an alpha now, he needed to be a leading example to his packmembers, to the next generation. He wasn't the sloppy butcher he had once been. He was a changed man, all thanks to his queen.
Conor knew very well who Noah was, who he had been. But this didn't stop him from provoking and humiliating the stronger one in front of their youngsters.
Yeshua followed Noah in behind the tall threes, ashamed for letting himself be lead on by such nonsense, puppyfighting... who did he think he was? He did not belong among those brawlers, he didn't want to be one of them. He wanted to be as respected and powerful as his leader. One day he too would become an alpha, he hoped. But for now he would just keep his guard down when not needed in fights and he would follow Noahs example as he did now.
”Coward.” Conor muttered as he watched the backs of the two men disappear in to the fog.
He faced Sly and Zeph, his eyes were furious. Moving fast he grabbed Zeph by his short hair and threw him to the ground. The boy whimpered.
”Didn't I tell YOU not to let anyone near this place? Huh?” He started walking towards Zeph who's eyes reflected fear and horror. ”Didn't I tell you specifically NOT to let the Noah pack in?! Didn't I?!” He kicked Zeph hard in the stomach. Sly shuddered as he heard the creak of the ribs break. ”IM the alpha, remember?! Which means, I make the rules! I decide, you listen! Understand?” He bent down and grabbed Zeph's chin with one hand. Zeph closed his eyes. Conor beant down closer and whispered in the boys ear. ”I rule, you obey. I rule, you obey...” He quickly let go of Zeph's chin and the boys head fell back on the ground with a thump, his forehead was covered with sweat. Sly watched his leader walk away before rushing to Zeph's side.
”Are you okay?” He asked carefully.
”What do you think?” Zeph hissed and got up his feet. He brushed the dirty off his clothes and looked in to the direction where Conor had walked. ”I swear, one day, I'll kill him.”
They had walked in silence every since they'd left Conors meadow. So far Yeshua hadn't deared to walk any closer than 7 feet (2m) from Noah and he hadn't opened his mouth once, thus the endless silence. The soft breezed played innocently in Yeshuas sandy blonde hair. Noah suddenly cleared his throat.
”Im, sorry.. for being kind of aggressive before.” He cleared his throat once more.
Yeshua looked down as he walked.
”I, was just.. I didn't want you to get hurt.”
When Yeshua didn't reply him Noah turned to face him. His strong face, usually carrying equally strong eyes now looked at the young one softly, almost smiling. Yeshua stopped a few feet behind him.
”Still, why did you go there?” Noah said with a little sigh.
”I, don't know...”
”You're well aware you're the youngest, therefor you should know whenever you disappear you make your alpha panic, and the rest of the pack off course.”
Yeshua bit his lip, starting to scrape in the dirty ground with his foot.
Noah chuckled quietly.
”You should have seen Malox's face when he heard you were gone. He started running around like a maniac, ordering everyone to go out and look for you. That old man should calm down a bit more than he does.”
Yeshua couldn't keep himself from letting the little smile on his lips show.
”I won't be forgetting the haunted look on his face for a while. That's for sure.”
”So.. you're not mad at me?” Yeshua said carefully.
”Off course I am!” Noah said sternly. ”What alpha wouldn't?”
Yeshua shifted his gaze back towards the ground.
”But...” Noah said with a warm, teasing grin. ”Im glad I found you. If I hadn't, Malox would probably had driven me mad with his strange rescuing plans. Finding you will save me a lot of awaken hours.”

(Bild 1: Detta är Malox för mig, modellens namn för den som undrar: Ben Hill.)
(Bild 2: Minstingen Yeshua i sin vargform. Bild 3: Yeshua i människoform, modellens namn: Ian Denig. The face of a model is the sorce to my inspiration. Good night.)

Old memories

Så, nu har jag skrivit något helt nytt, ett nytt fenomen, eller nya händelser kanske, som jag inte kommit på innan. Fick sån stark inspiration från denna bild.
Här är det jag skrev inklusive inspirationsbilden, nu ska jag sova, trots att jag är inne i mitt esse, men jag måste verkligen sova.

Utkastet handlar om Caskus som drömmer tillbakablickar ur sitt gamla liv, när han fortfarande var människa, om sin bästa vän Nicholas som blev mördad av en vampyr.

It was monday forenoon and as usual we were late for school. Not that we bothered, but unluckily our parents did. With threates of suspending our weekly allowance and giving us curfew after curfew they tried to force us to go to that bloody school. Unfortunatley for them we didn't let their threats scare us. We were young, rash, wealthy and handsome. Two men who had barely seen the world but still thought they knew everything there was to know about it. We were the kings of not only our neighborhood but the entire town, maybe even Britannia...
The image of the two innocent youngsters on their way to school, who laughed and enjoyed one anothers company vanished as Caskus was dragged out of his sleep.
”Nicholas...”
He sat up with a rumbling roar, pulled the sheet off him and got out of bed in seconds. His bare torso was drenched in cold sweat, as was his bed.
”Nicholas.” The voice in his head whispered weakly, desperate to be heard.
”No!” He screamed and grabbed the glassvase on his desk, throwing it hard to his feet. ”I don't want to...!” Water and glass were mixed as the vase hit the floor in an explosive crash that echoed among the stonewalls. "I don't want to remember."
He covered his face with shaky hands, not wanting to be remembered by what he had just seen. But as he closed his eyes he was dragged back into it.

Nicholas checked shirt was soggy with blood. His eyes weren't smiling like they used to, they were filled with pain and fright. My bloody hands trembled as I looked from them to Nicholas. He was so helpless, I was helpless.. unable to do anything... unable to save his life...

”Stop it!” Caskus screamed. ”Don't you dare play tricks on me!” Tears started dripping down from his dark blue eyes. ”Don't you dare...” He sobbed, sinking down below the bed, surrounded by the broken glass. ”Don't you dare...”
He pulled his fingers through his long darkblonde hair. He had let death take Nicholas... he had not tried to fight for him to survive... He had let death have its prey...

Skriva, skriva, skriva!

Försöker skriva lite nya scener innan jag går till sängs.
Fick tag på en riktig fin bild på Adrien Brunier för inte så länge sen. Adrien = min musa för karaktären Caskus ur Cyriacus: Living Dead.


- See ya!

Hijack and death on a train

Hörde för en stund sedan ett tåg fara förbi, det lät verkligen sådär riktigt spöklikt så att man ryser till i hela kroppen. Inte så ovanligt fick jag genast inspiration till värsta slaktarscenen på ett tåg som passerar bergen till skogen Mors där Amaranth Xeranthes och hans gäng lever. Det är vinter och de kapar natt-tåget på jakt efter mat.
Här kommer ett väldigt fult och inte alls redigerat utdrag av det jag skrivit. Imorgon blir det mer detaljerat och mer blod men nu ska jag sova.

A beautiful doll-like girl with long blonde hair sat in the seat closest to the pack with her back towards them, being accompanied by what seemed to be her older brother. Amaranth put his bandaged hand on her hair, gently combing it with his mucky fingers. The girl frooze as she felt his touch. He took a step closer to get a better look of her face.
”What a pretty little lady.” He said, letting his finger stroll down her jawline. She had her eyes kept on the floor not daring to look at him. He smiled at her and squatted.
”Won't you let me look at your eyes.” He gently stroke her pale cheek with the back of his hand. She didn't answer him. Instead her brother stood up and shooted:
”Don't you dare lay your hands on my sister!”
Amaranth didn't bother to react but his packmembers did. Jaxon grabbed the young man from behind while Lunar jumped up on the table infront of him.
Amaranth made a low chuckle.
”Just let me see those eyes, won't you.” He begged. ”I don't bite.”
”Don't listen to him Yasmine.” Her brother screamed. Jaxon tightened his grip around the brothers arms to show him who was in command.
The girl slowly looked up at him, her big blue eyes flickered from side to side without looking into his. He tilted his head to the side so that his ponytale fell on his shoulder. For a second it seemed like he drowned in the sea in her eyes.
”I want her.” He whispered, still with his eyes fixed on her. ”She is the one.”
Her brother gasped.
”I said, don't touch her!”.
”Jaxon, just shut him up.” Amaranth said rolling his eyes.
The large man grabbed the brothers head and pulled it hard to one side. It made a cracking sound as the neck broke.
The girls hands began shaking, then tears slowly streamed from her eyes, one by one they rolled down her cheeks.
”Oh, no don't cry. Please stop.” He whispered with slight panic in his voice. He put his hand under her cheek to lift up her head. Their eyes met for a short moment. ”You didn't need him anyway love. I'll be gentle to you.”

Inspiration och nya karaktärer

Såg ju HP7 del 1 av 2 lördagen till ära.
Blev otroligt förälskad i Scabior the snatcher (porträtterad av Nick Moran) och han blev genast en inspiration, inte bara till den nye karaktären Amaranth Xeranthes utan till en helt ny grupp av individer i Cyriacus; Living Dead. Det gillar jag starkt.

Ny karaktär i Cyriacus; Living Dead

Emanuel Israel Icarus heter han, men refereras ofta som Icarus.

Det har varit en massa torka på min vampyr-skrivning en längre tid nu, vilket rent ut sagt SUGER, men imorse kom han till liv, en helt ny en. Välkommen säger jag bara och tackar Enyas: O Come O Come Emmanuel och Ignacio Valenti Lacroix (se bild) för inspirationen ^^

Icarus är en av de absolut äldsta och mest respekterade fullblodsvampyrerna världen över som reser land och rike runt för att predika om tron på vampyrerna, men också hålla sig uppdaterad om hur det går för alla andra vampyrer. Han tillhör det äldre rådet Non Mortuus (som är latin för odödlig). Andra vampyrer ser upp till honom som en gud, kung, lord.

Ursäkta stavfelen men när jag skriver så skriver jag bara.
"In the very beginning of our first excistense the greatest sin of all was to create a twin. Today the forbidden sin is a sin of the past. There are no longer shame cast on those who choose to create a like-minded, but we forget how much pain we cause those who were not born to lust for blood. The strenght we give to them can never be compared to ours. And the poison we spred into their body they can not handle. When many years have passed by they will rapidly fall ill, weak, and die for the sake of our insanity, arrogance/ignorance and pride of what we are. There are elders/members of the Non Mortuus Council who wishes to wipe out the excistense of our creations. I was once on there side because I pittied the ones we had given a new life to..." - Icarus

Tillbaka till pennan

Hemma från jobbet, sitter inne på altanen och filar på min vampyr saga "Living Dead". Har gett "liv" till många nya karaktärer så att de gamla nästan börjar hamna i någon slags skugga. Men de nya karaktärerna ger verkligen nytt liv till sagan. Så de äldre får allt vänta på att återväckas.
Medan lyssnar jag på min favoritlåt med Plan Three; The common divided (går och nynnar på den stup i kvarten). Jag älskar Jacob Lovéns röst, den är så äkta!

Jalla bye

Caskus: Avah you've decived me

Ett litet utkast ur Cyriacus: Living Dead sagan.
Som vanligt har jag inte direkt gått igenom utkastet, det finns säkerligen mycket att ändra.
Cedric är nya Damon.

She fell down on her knees infront of her masters throne.
"You have deceived me, Avah."
I am your only shield and sword.
With eyes closed she felt the warm tears run down her cheeks.
"Please forgive my mistakes and spare me from the light."
"You know I don't tolerate/endure liars."
"Master, my purpose was never to harm nor hurt you."
"Cedric..."
The buffy keeper took one step forward but with a glimps of doubt in his eyes.
"Master." Simon said and nodded towards the woodendoors. They burst opened with a enormous power.
"Let her go Caskus!" Edan entered the room with furious steps, his voice was harsh.
"So this is your/the knight in shiney armour? I've been expecting you, Edan Pyrros Solon. You came earlier than I imagined. I must say, Im impressed by your curage." His eyes darkened in an evil grinn.
Edan growled a deep, furious growl.
"I won't let you touch her." He hurried to Avah's side.
Caskus put up his opened hand.
"Not so fast, mister Solon."
"You think I'll listen to you, prince..." He clinched his teeth.
Caskus glanced at Simon. The slender vampire/keeper fixed his narrowed eyes on the unwelcomed guest/intruder. In what looked like a storm Edan was cast backwards and hit his back in one of the columns at the doors. He got up on his feet faster than a couger and rushed toward Caskus, but once again Simons telekinese powers threw him back before he could reach them.
"I knew you were foolish, but I didn't think you would be this naive, halfbreed. Im disapointed. I thought it would be much easier, to kill an unpure one."
"Cedric, Celindior, take him downstairs." Caskus mumbled.
Avah's green eyes were filled with tears. This was never meant to happen, the people she had hold dear was never meant to be destroyed because of her.
The two strong vampires grabbed Edan by his arms and dragged him across the floor. His head hanged, he looked exhausted as the three of them left the room. Simon closed the doors behind them.
"What an obvious, yet hilarious, little incident." He clapped his hands in a big, faked smile. "This should happen more often, don't you think so Simon? We should invite people here more often and punish them. It's so much fun than to just sit around here, doing nothing, isn't it? And your powers Simon, they are indeed magnificent..." His gaze turned to Avah and his face got serious for a moment, then he burst into laughter.
"Did you really think I would expose you to the sun?" He put his hand around her chin. "Im much more clever than that. You might be stupid, but you are a good keeper. Not worthy to die. But, I'll keep a closer eye on you from now on, we all will." He said and nodded at Simon. "Your rank as a keeper will go down to the lowest. You know what that means, right? More dirty work. Take her to her room Simon, and lock the door behind her. She'll have to pay for her sins."
Simon grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the floor.
"I hope you think through what you've done, Avah. I rarely offer second chances, and never third ones." Caskus yelled after them.
They walked in silence through the candlelit corridors. The flames cast long shadows on the naked stonefloor. He opened the door before they had reached it, she knew it was an everyday habit for him to use his telekineses power.
"Im sorry." He whispered as he lightly pushed her in to the room.
She turned to look at him, her eyes tearfilled again.
"Can't you see what he's doing to you?" She said.
He starred over her head, his gaze was cold and blank. Then he closed the door and locked it. She couldn't believe this was the same man who had once taught her everything there was to know about being a keeper. He, who was like a brother to her. He, who now betrayed her for what? For royalty? She sat down on the floor in slowmotion, squized her legs to her chest. She felt her hands shaking as she covered her face behind her knees. So much for sacrafies.. So much for so many years of friendship... Was it all gone now, the life she thought she had once lived here at the Caelestis?
"Let me go!" Edan scremed as he had gotten his consciousness. The two buffy guards he knew nothing had dragged him down one set of stairs and now they were on the second one. His knees burnt along the stonefloor. A dungeon like prison met his gaze as they got to the end of the stairs. It stinked musty and the air was wet and cold. From the dungeons he could distinguish a couple of yellow, frightened eyes starring at him. He heard barking sounds and low hissings. He was thrown into to the last cell, that to him, seemed to be empty. Til two golden eyes appeared from the darkened corner to his right.


Just nu: Within Temptation - Hand of Sorrow (Avah's theme)