This haze enveloped her as she robotically went forward. Erditine would sometimes hush and stop, then after a minute of silence whisper dramatically about the sight of a dryad or centaur-being. They crossed a stream trying to hop from stone to stone, but she ended up falling into the water after misjudging a direction from Erditine. It was instant panic as she vaulted herself blindly in almost every direction, trying to find the shore, trying to forget the image of her own flesh burning and melting amongst the waters of Chrysalis. Once she reached dry ground she rent her robes from her body, fearing that some of the horrid powder remained on her. Into her mind was projected a hope, there might be some of the healing agent upon her blindfold! Perhaps it had not gotten saturated and diluted in the fall. Aching paws searched the fabric, bringing it down and ripping some fur off as she pulled at the fabric but felt nothing but damp, heavy fibers. She cried some, causing fire to burn her injured tear ducts, which lead to uncontrolled shaking.
Erditine had almost not existed through the whole ordeal, but soon Neoma felt Erditine’s paws trying to pull her up and her waterlogged garments back onto her body. Her blindfold was tied around her head painfully tight with fur wrapped through every contour of the knot. “I will not ask what caused you to do that, but do not do it again.” It was a harsh command, but she refused to answer. She was pulled up to her feet and they went at a more grueling pace, Erditine practically dragging her through underbrush and nets of weeds. “We are so close. We should make it there by mid-day.” Neoma wondered a moment. Had they been traveling at night? Not that it mattered to the eternal night that ruled her eyelids.
Hours passed, supposedly, and the underbrush became thinner with larger patches of vines, causing Erditine to take them through a serpentine path. “We are at the beginning of the most solaced place.” Erditine said with a certain melodramatic reverence. “I’m surprised though, I would have pictured the gathering to be more obvious.”
She let go of her arm, causing Neoma to suddenly feel alone. She stretched out her arms as far as they could go, but there was nothing. Slight panic seeped in the crevices of her brain as the only sensation gripping her to reality was the ground against her feet. She had gotten too accustomed to someone else guiding her. Cynically she remembered her “family.” They had been guiding her too, in a sense. Then left her alone in darkness.
“Erditine?” she called out. Perhaps there was a muffled reply. Figures, she’d get lead this far then be abandoned. She tried to walk forward, and managed to get in about twenty paces when her fingers brushed sandstone. It had been carved once, now worn down to nearly smooth. She had known this once. She had felt these very carvings once.
It was a gateway. The touch had dredged up the memory of this place! She had loved it once; she had lived on this planet. This had been the place she considered her haven. Hardly anyone else would follow her here for fear of the magic creatures. But she had been a skeptic, and grown to accept the few creatures that revealed themselves to her.
But the fear from the others, it was unjustified. The Mills of the Giants were deserted and had been for ages. It was given the name from a giant millstone found within one of the zeniths, but all of the machinery to make it work had eroded by the time it was first discovered and documented. All of the steps were twice as high as required for most creatures, and the buildings were majestically massive.
She had climbed to the top of the zenith in the center of the Mills, and looked over all the landscape. The sun had been so intense, the shadows so deep and purple, she felt like she could be eternal in that moment. It had never been that bright to her before, even for the months after that she crawled up to the same spot vainly seeking the same glory. At last! A memory untainted! Her eyes burned again as the tear ducts strained to work as they once did. Keeping a hold of the archway, she slid to the ground and wrung her hands, trying to keep them from her eyes. “Erditine?” she called out, but there was no reply.
There was a place where the ground had sank in upon herself, and she knew it was about six yards from one of the archways. But her searching fingers could not decipher which archway she was at, so she crawled forward, sending her paws out in hopes of not falling blindly into any chasm. Her left touched a pool, a warm pool. She recoiled, and tried to veer more to the right, but the pool extended there, and was increasing at a jarring pace. She stood up and threw herself backwards, but it was faster than her and soaked through the fur on her feet. All sense of direction lost, she flailed out and went straight through the warm puddle until her arms touched something also warm and damp.
A warm, nearly metallic odor was in the air. It was something familiar, but she could not remember what it was. She had smelled it recently, had she not? But then her paws ran across a patch of fur. It was rough fur. And the fabric that covered most of it was familiar feeling.
She felt as if cold fire had been lit on her spine. The pool made sense. The smell made sense. Her arms started shaking as she pulled at the limb in front of her, trying to ignore the blood that drenched it and now her, pulling at it, trying to feel for a heartbeat or a reaction. Nothing. She stumbled back, trying to get out of the liquid at her feet. It was too much, first her eyes and now this. She fell to her knees, shaking with near epileptic proportion.
The haze of her mind made fractals out of the memories she had of touching Erditine’s body and killed the common sense that suggested she run. Her brain indeed did shut off until she felt a softly-furred paw touch her jaw with a certain tenderness. She recoiled slightly, for it had been so long ago that she had felt such a contact with another. “Please, I cannot see you. Do not hurt me.” The other did not step away, but instead put out a hand to steady her. She felt strong limbs pull her forward, and her arm was pulled up. Out of the darkness, she felt something rough and wet on her wounded paws, and tried to wrest her arm away but the other was too strong. “Stop.” She uttered, confusion being the only emotion her voice betrayed.
The creature let out a laugh. Into Neoma’s mind was projected the picture of a beautiful rabbit throwing her head back. The laugh was musical, a thousand little bells all chiming in harmony, the sweetest songbirds in harmony, but with a narcotic core reminiscent of Jade Dawn, something that made her brain feel like it was folding in upon itself. Not that her brain really minded, it was almost a relief to sink into the endless depths of the voice. It had all the beauty of spilled blood, so deep, so rich, but such a loss.
“Why did you kill Erditine?” she said softly through the thickness in her mouth. The creature laughed again. “Seers and sorcerers are the way of what is now gone. Did you really want to listen to her endlessly go on about the stars and signs in the water?” Neoma was losing herself in the voice again. Signs in the water, yes that was something she could not trust. No one could trust them; she had every right to not want to be with Erditine. “But why? Why is she dead?”
No response, but the creature pulled her closer. She tried to put up her arms to stop this, but the creature was stronger. The fabric around her eyes was ripped off, and sudden sharp pain sank into the near-numb socket. She could not move, she could not see what was being done to her. But the pain, it was an abyss she was falling all to fast into. The creature pulled away and whispered into her ear, as little flecks of blood carried on her breath and into streamed onto the sensitive skin “You will see your friend before you die. You will see what happens to petty prophets. There is a new age coming, one where we will not look to the stars for answer.” Her mouth was pulled away from her ear, and once again pain shot through her, through the other eye.
She pulled away, and the creature let her go. She writhed on the ground as her eye felt as if it was surrounded by smoke and being smothered. She rolled on to her stomach and brought her paws up to her face, determined to pull the remnants of her eye out if it came to it. The closer she brought her paws, the clearer her mind seemed to get. In fact, with her paws completely covering her eyes, the pain was nearly gone. But determined and without the neural connections to advise her otherwise, she started to sink her nails into her eyelids, but the creature kicked her so she could not. Her head cracked on the ground, and her eyes burned with tears, but not the acidic pain that she had been used to. She curled up, forearms pressed to her eyes. As she wept for herself and for Erditine, she fell forward and tried to sink her nails into the ground. Lying there, she felt warmth trickle down her face. It went in to her mouth, and although she could taste the rank of blood, it was only in small doses, the rest was salt. Aghast, she opened her eyes. Through alabaster it seemed that she was looking, all the world shapeless like the images behind her eyes. But as she brought her paw to her face, she could tell the hue difference between the blood and the fur. With reflexes she did not know she possessed, she threw her head up to behold the sky but the sun stung her eyes and she was forced to regard the ground again, only now her eyes had blank spots.
But she saw! For a moment, even through a haze, her eyes beheld something more than oblivion!

Wow. With a chapter like that, the delay is easily forgiven.

I believe I am up next? Expect a delay on mine, too, I need to read and reread a lot of things and I'm quite busy otherwise. I'll finish it though, hopefully before the month is done or sooner.

You are sir.
And Cobs, that chapter was amazing, you introduced the characters in an amazing way. Erditine was only a small part of this chapter but i couldn't help feeling sorry for her when she passed away. And i could not have introduced the 'character' better myself. Thank you.

I will start on mine now. (The beginning is a flashback, explaining more about the character you introduced in the end, so i don't have to wait for anyone.)

Here's an idea. I could post a little Flashback chapter while we are waiting for Chris's.
That way, we would not have to wait for too long.

But then he has more to read. :P

Great chapter, cobbi.

It mostly stand apart from the story, but is somewhat important, AND HE HAS A MONTH FOR CHRIST SAKE

Hehe. Go for it. It'll be interesting.

Ah! Nice to see it moving again!

Okay I suck.

The next person can go. I will give my next chapter when it's ready. I think we can all agree getting slightly out of order is better than it never continuing because I am lazy.

The story so far is now here, by the way.

Coppertop, your turn. GODSPEED.

'M working on it. Give me a few days.

It's short, but I was randomly inspired and it's done now.
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Chapter 22: Of Alcohol and Dying

"It's just a hassle, you know?" Icarus's drink careened through the air nearly hitting the various control panels and landing with a gentle thud back on the table. "I mean, such unfathomable distances and such an appallingly uninspiring view the whole time." He sighed loudly and leaned back into the chair without much grace. "Back and forth and to and fro and blah blah. You'd think the technology would improve somewhat and make the whole business less disconcerting."

Naomi smiled as her head nodded. "Travelling and taxiing must have some redeeming quality..", she began, "I mean, you've been doing this for years you said."

Icarus's head tilted and he looked towards the ceiling as if in deeper thought than this question would normally require answering. "Well, the money," he said, "and you meet some of the most interesting people and you see some amazing worlds.." In normal circumstances this introduction would branch into further conversation, but Icarus was having some issues moving his tongue which had otherwise neglected to feel like a part of his body since about ten minutes ago.

A brief moment of silence passed that was neither uncomfortable nor productive. Icarus carefully refilled their glasses. Naomi deemed the pause worthy of a change in subject, took a sip and stated, "It's funny really, I was going to university on Carrotus to become a doctor. I was so caught up in it, but all it took was this random happenstance for me to give it all up on a moment's notice and realize it was never important to me." Icarus wondered if the drinks had loosed her tongue a little more than would be good for them both right now. He promptly forgot he had even had this thought as he watched Naomi's lips move. It was deeply reassuring that after all these years Naomi would still drop everything for him. A sense of peace saturated his numb limbs as Verity popped onto the deck.

"Good ..day," she began, coming into the word slowly.

"Yes, day, night, evening, it's space so whatever sounds good at the moment," chuckled Icarus. "You know we really appreciate you fixing the problems we were having, the ship's on autopilot now and we should be getting to Carrotus sooner or later. I don't really enjoy travelling. These drinks we're having are good and I think I will have another. Me and Naomi here were just catching up and-"

"I'm sorry," interrupted Naomi, laughing, "he doesn't talk much, but when he starts he just goes on about nothing important." Verity smiled politely.

"Yes, I was just about to head to my quarters to get some rest," she said, "and was wondering if everything has been running smoothly."

"Yeah, you did a fantastic job fixing everything," said Icarus enthusiastically, once again sloshing his drink around. A little bit sloshed out right onto a control panel, dripped down onto the circuitry, and caused a delightful display of sparks. The panel's lights flickered off. Icarus could be heard swearing at himself. "Knock on wood," he said lamely.

Naomi sighed, "We'll take care of this one, you can go get some rest. There is a small cabin with food and drinks if you're interested, take whatever you like." They exchanged a few more words and soon Verity was walking and climbing calmly through the ship. She took a bit of food from the cabin and plopped onto a mattress that seemed shoved into the corner. Grabbing a book from her bag, she sat and ate as she read, occassionally looking out the southern window towards war-ravaged Diamondus sinking slowly into visual obscurity. Some time later she slipped into the comforting void of unconsciousness.

Something similar to a few hours later, she was jolted upright and then rolled onto the floor along with other suprise acrobatics. Most people would have taken a moment to regain composure before slowly getting up and saying things like "What?" Verity, however, immediantly jumped back onto her feet after having stopped rolling and circled the room wildly, fully alert, wondering what had just happened. A small speaker in the corner of the room flickered with static before Icarus's voice could be heard. "Holy crap," he stated. Verity paused and took these words into consideration. "It would be most gracious if you could come onto the deck, begging your pardon. Thank you!" The speaker clicked off. Verity shrugged, annoyed but curious, and soon made her way towards the deck.

Just as she entered the ship violently shook again. This time it was accompanied by a loud and startling 'BANG!' Icarus's seat swiveled around. "You're just in time," he said, "we were just getting around to dying and all.."

"Stop saying that!" yelled Naomi. Verity stood with her arms straight and hands open keeping balance. "Look, apparently there's some ship trying to kill us," she explained, motioning Verity to come forward and look at the screens. "See, right there-", she pointed at one and Verity's eyes followed before widening. "We don't know why, and everything we've tried to do to communicate has gotten no response. Just now they opened fire on us! I think they've been trying to take out engines on the left wing.."

Verity knew what was coming next, she just didn't know how to explain it without making everything seem that much worse.

It was short indeed but the quality was excellent and the interaction between the characters was humorous and fun to read.

Is this heading towards an end? At all?

This is only the near-end of the second round. Don't ask dumb questions.

Thanks, Slayman Though I think it too closely resembles HGttG-style.

Second round? What round?

Originally Posted by White Rabbit

Second round? What round?

Well,

Originally Posted by Spaztic

Don't ask dumb questions.

Second round? What round? Seriously, this time.

You see, everyone posts in order. Once the second round is over everyone is suppost to have storied twice. The only reason it is taking a massive amount of time is the vast amount of people who have to take a turn and the delays inbetween them. There. If you don't understand that, I won't try to explain again.

No, I'm not talking about the time. I'm talking about the chapters. You're at 22 and it still looks like you're in the middle of the story, which makes me think that there must be like 35+ chapters ahead. How many are you planning to do?

You should read what has been posted before, before replying.

Two more turns to go before round three starts people. I'm glad to see this is slowly becoming more and more active again.

There are a lot of stuff here and I figured it would be faster if I waited for your replies, and I was right, so there.

Unless I've completely missed something, we don't have a plan as to how long the story will be.

Anyways, good to see the story starting to get rolling again.

Yes.
Well, inspiration struck like a lightning bolt, so here you go. A not-short chapter this time, whee!

Chapter 23: My Name Is Jesse

"Hey, wake up. You can't stay here."
Jesse blinked confusedly at the large dark shape stooping over him. The figure played a flashlight over him, making him wince and shield his eyes when the light was turned onto his face.
"Wha...?"
"You're not supposed to be here," the stranger said authoritatively. "Let's go."
Jesse looked around blearily, noting the second figure behind the first, half lost in the darkness. The dim lamp that illuminated the park bench where he had been sleeping faltered, and blinked off briefly before coming back on, even dimmer.
"Come on," the first stranger said, impatient now. Jesse rose to his feet awkwardly. Now that the flashlight wasn't blinding him, he could see that the pair wore uniforms.
Packing some heat too, he noticed the weapons they wore, prominently on their belts. Expecting trouble?
The officers escorted Jesse out of the park. He assumed they were taking him to the local police station or something.
"Where're you from, kid?" the first officer inquired, managing to make the question sound friendly. As of yet, the second guy hadn't said anything, and was looking decidedly hostile.
"I - I don't -" Jesse feigned confusion. He was not going to be sent back.
"You even sober?" the second cop asked caustically. Jesse looked away belligerently.
"I don't drink."
"Give him a chance to wake up, Demyas." Demyas shot a venomous glare at his partner, but he shut up. His partner went on sympathetically.
"Where do you live, kid? What's your name?"
Jesse hesitated, suddenly wary. "My name's ... Jesse," he said, deciding to omit his last name. If one of the cops recognized it and connected Jesse to his father, Jesse's life would likely be forfeit.
"Where're you from?" Demyas demanded, suspicion in every line of his body.
"I ... I can't remember," Jesse improvised.
"We'll see," Demyas said, and then said nothing more.
They left the grass for the road. The pavement was rough and still sun-warmed from the previous day. At the corner Jesse saw a large officious building, ill-lit by flickering street lamps. They headed for it.
There was a security guard outside. The officers herded Jesse by, through the door and past a bored-looking receptionist. Demyas led Jesse into a large room with uncomfortable chairs, while his partner paused for a word with the receptionist before following them.
They were obviously waiting for someone. Jesse studied his captors, trying to judge their characters as his father had taught him.
Demyas was tense and nervous. He was, Jesse thought, loyal but he hated his job and his partner. He was clearly waiting for betrayal.
Officer Syamin - Jesse could read his name on his jacket now - was friendly in an arrogant way, as if he were supremely confident in his popularity. He looked untrustworthy. Jesse judged him a spy, and thought that Demyas was aware of it, and unhappy about it.
The door opened and a sooty black rabbit with flat, cold eyes walked in. Demyas and Syamin straightened and saluted. Jesse tensed. He had a premonition of danger. The black rabbit glared suspiciously at Jesse before he turned his dead eyes to Demyas.
"It doesn't take two experienced officers to bring in a half-dead kid," he said contemptuously. "Return to your patrol, officer."
Demyas looked black, and Syamin smug. He smirked at the black rabbit as Demyas left the room. His superior frowned but said nothing. Syamin's smile slipped.
Jesse must have made some small movement, because the attention of both officers snapped to him. The teenager groaned mentally. Syamin he could handle. The newcomer he wasn't so sure about.
"What's your name?" the black rabbit demanded brusquely.
Jesse told him quietly. The rabbit sneered.
"Jesse what?"
"Just Jesse."
"Where do you live?"
"I don't remember."
"Why are you here?"
"I'm just passing through."
The black rabbit glared at Syamin. "Why did you bring him in?"
"Thought he'd be useful," Syamin said defensively. "Kid, all by himself, no one to come looking for him, passing from town to town. He could pick up a lot of info."
"I see. And have you asked if he was alone? Do you know that no one will come looking for him? He could be a runaway."
"Ah ..." Syamin looked shamefaced. The other rabbit turned back to Jesse, who smirked and sprawled himself in the nearest chair.
"Who are you with?"
"Nobody," Jesse drawled, having made the transition from frightened kid to insolent rebel.
"Who are your parents?"
"Don't have any," Jesse said lazily, watching the black rabbit's reactions closely.
"Everyone has parents," the other snapped.
"I don't." Jesse paused. Then, "exactly why am I here, officer ...?"
"Adrian," the black rabbit said curtly. "You're here because you were trespassing on private property."
Jesse refrained from telling Adrian that the sign posted prominently in front of the park had declared it public. Clearly the southern government was running low on spies.
"That's not a serious offense," he said carefully. "What's the penalty, just a warning?"
"Yeah," Adrian said reluctantly, cold eyes suspicious.
"Great. I'll consider myself warned," Jesse said, rising and heading for the door. Syamin put a restraining hand on the teenager's thin shoulder.
Jesse turned slowly, tensing. His father had shown him how to deal with any violence that came his way, and he was more than ready to use that training.
That's something Miss Savon didn't count on - the great retired General Aimon, passing on all of his vaunted fighting techniques to his son.
"Is there a problem, officer?" he asked coolly.
"We didn't say you could go yet, Jesse," Syamin said, his false friendliness painfully obvious. Jesse jerked away from the officer's touch.
"Did I say I cared?"
"That attitude's going to get you in trouble," Adrian observed. Jesse smirked.
"I thought I was already in trouble?"
Syamin darted a look at Adrian. His superior looked back, stone-faced.
"I told you he was dangerous," Syamin whined. "Demyas could handle him, I'm not sure I can."
"He's just a kid," Adrian snapped.
"Then why can't I leave?" Jesse interjected. Adrian scowled.
"Syamin can't keep his mouth shut, that's why. I can't risk your repeating what you've heard to anyone, Jesse. You're smart enough to figure that out." His tone was patronizing. Jesse sighed.
"I'm expected elsewhere, officer. Goodbye."
Syamin grabbed Jesse's arm. That was all the excuse Jesse needed. Grasping Syamin's wrist, he dug his fingers in, pressing the tendon into the bone. Syamin gasped and released the teenager as his hand went nerveless.
"Don't touch me again," Jesse warned the startled cop. Syamin snarled, all traces of amiability gone.
"You little brat!" He went for his gun with his other hand, ignoring Adrian's sharp command to back down. Jesse knocked it out of his hand before he even had it aimed. The weapon went off, shattering the flourescent lights overhead and sending a shower of sparks onto the carpet. Jesse used the distraction to drive his fist into Syamin's stomach, and finished by striking the winded rabbit on the temple, laying him out unconscious.
Adrian backed away cautiously as Jesse straightened and faced him. The teenager looked at the spymaster with hollow eyes.
"I know you're experienced," he told Adrian distantly. "I'd like to know what possessed you to talk so openly in front of me. Did you think you could just kill me if you couldn't buy me?"
"I miscalculated," Adrian admitted, eyes keen. "Are you planning to kill me yourself?"
"Maybe," Jesse said thoughtfully. Adrian's mask slipped enough to reveal some nervousness.
The sharp scent of smoke and burning carpet distracted the pair for a moment. Jesse realized that Syamin's shot had severed the wires in the light, showering sparks over the carpet and igniting it. The fire was growing rapidly.
I could kill him now and no one would know that it wasn't the fire.
The spymaster had come to the same conclusions apparently, because he took a step towards Jesse and struck.
Jesse was prepared for it. He met Adrian's attack, countering it and dodging back. The black rabbit stalked the white through the smoke, until Jesse tired of the cat-and-mouse game. He sidestepped Adrian's next strike, then closed in behind the spy, catching Adrian in the small of the back with a powerful punch. Adrian stiffened soundlessly, and Jesse danced out of range before his opponent could recover. Adrian straightened, and turned to face Jesse.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Jesse."
The youth darted in, but Adrian was not quite as unprepared as he appeared. He lashed out, catching Jesse in the stomach with a foot at the same time as Jesse delivered a blow to Adrian's head. Off balance and stunned, Adrian dropped to his knees, further disoriented by the smoke, fumes and flickering firelight.
Jesse staggered out of the building, coughing violently. The guard and receptionist were long gone. Demyas was off on patrol, leaving the building deserted save for Jesse and his interrogators.
By the time Jesse could breathe again, the building was consumed in flames. He watched the station burn for a moment, thinking of another fire, wondering if Adrian had survived as he had. Then he turned and walked into the night.

Note for those thinking of including Jesse in their next chapter: He is currently located on Diamondus, in southern territory.

Thank you for that lovely chapter Coppertop.

Unknown will be up next, i think we should set some new standards to keep the pace in this story.

(((((Can I join? I'm ok at writing. *gives bribe*)))))

All authors that wanted to participate joined during round one. New people are not accepted because it would be too annoying to reset the order and work even more people into the evolving plot lines. Sorry.

Nice chapter CT

I'm next...? Eh, I forgot about this a while ago. I'll try to write something when I get the chance, although I don't really like the character too much anymore. And I guess I should maybe read the story, too.

Dear Unknown, you have untill the 10th.
Then we will be continueing with round 3.

But..if he doesn't write anything, what happens then?

What happends.. is that we will proceed with round 3.
That happends

Hmmm... you know, just write me out. I've basically lost interest in this story and the characters. Good luck with it, everyone.

Originally Posted by SlaYo

What happends.. is that we will proceed with round 3.
That happends

But what happens if Violet doesn't write his story? Will someone do it for him? I hate it when ppl give such unhelpful answers..come on, you want to sell your story to other ppl, right? So keep up interest by answering properly.

We will kill off his character, I (or any other writer) will proceed with the story and try to finish his chapter off. We can not just proceed because he was already part of the group and that is why it is really lame that he just decided to quit at such a late phase. I hope that answered your question.

Ok then. I guess the story is long enough to make deaths interesting and gory.

I wanted to post something because it has been a while.

This is a little flashback scene. The rest of the chapter will follow later.



Chapter 23: Embracing death.

The Earian marketplace was filled with life during the festival of the moon.
Louie Greenthorpe and his good friend Wallace Parker were dancing ecstatically in the midst of the enormous crowd.
Wallace's father was a good friend of mister Greenthorpe and thanks to him Louie was allowed to leave Greenthorpe for several days.
Rabbits from all over the planet had gathered in Earian to celebrate the festival of the moon, which was the start of a new year.
Street artists were playing joyful music as the sun slowly sank behind the horizon, shining the last few rays of sunlight of this year over their faces.
They had met with several people in a bar a few hours before the countdown to the night began and ran down the streets trying to soak up as much of the atmosphere as possible. Every little street was filled with rabbits from different parts of the world, all of them dressed in the garments of their own culture, different kinds of music fed they’re souls building up the inner excitement.
The sun had gone down a little while later and fireworks were lighted over the docks, colouring the dark sky.
"I think you have an admirer." Wallace said with a smile as he nodded to a girl standing behind them.
Louie turned around and looked into the face of the most gorgeous, young rabbit he had ever seen.
She must have been close to his age and her eyes had the sparkle of a diamond to them. They seemed to grab him and lure him closer towards her.
He set a few steps in her direction and she walked towards him, Wallace's eyes were fixated on her beautiful face. A faint and warm glow seemed to surround her as she gracefully moved her feet over the cold, marble pavement.
Louie took her small hand in his and placed a soft kiss on the palm of it, not breaking away from her breathtaking eyes.
"My name is Louie Greenthorpe, miss." He spoke softly.
"I am Estella Bane, it is a pleasure to meet you, Louie Greenthorpe." She replied.
He asked her for a dance and but a moment later they were dancing on the shiny marble, she had her arms wrapped around his neck.
Louie was usually a very shy person that did not know his way around women, because he had never really met too many.
The only ones he had spoken to were the stiff upper lip girls that he had seen on one of his fathers parties. This girl was so much more different then them.
So much more alive, friendly, beautiful. "Would you like to go for a short walk?" She suggested when the musicians started to play a more cheerful tune.

They walked along the shoreline, the water softly rippled as they entered it with they're bare feet.
The beach was calm and almost empty, save from a few youngsters that were sleeping in the soft sand. Drunk and fulfilled.
"Look at them, hollow caskets, death could come and claim those mortal fools whenever it's ready for them. And yet they think the life they lead is so beautiful and perfect." She said with a macabre tone to her voice that made Louie's body shiver.
"Surely you must see the beauty in life my dear." He whispered into her ear.
"I have, I’ve seen you. But until you see everything in the same way that I have seen it, you do not know what true beauty is." She said as she slowly licked his cheek.
"You’re such a pretty boy." She said followed by a soft sigh. "And I’m the lucky girl that gets to keep you for all eternity."
Louie looked down in the water at his reflection and a shock went trough his body. He could only see his.
Estella had no reflection, he looked up and his eyes met hers, they were blood red.
His head filled with irrational thoughts, voices screaming at him that he should leave. A perfect pandemonium.
Her smile was wide and her canines had grown several inches. The last thing he could hear was the crackle of fireworks high up in the sky above him.
Before she sank her teeth into his neck, sucking him dry of life. He imagined the pain would be horrible. But all he felt was a unification of two souls.
A perfect bright light filled him up on the inside. And then there was nothing as his body sank into the salty water of the sea.

He woke up several months later, veiled in darkness. It seemed like he was unable to escape from his dark grave until his lust for hunger got the better of him.
His two hands smashed trough the wooden lid of his coffin and after several more punches it gave away.
Louie tried to crawl out of his coffin and fell down to the ground. He had a hard time standing up. His legs didn't want to hold the weight on top of them and he fell down to the floor a few more times, crawling towards the exit of his crypt.
He had not used his strength in months and his body was asking more from him then he could give. He stopped to take a breath, but his lungs had died along with him.
He managed to grab the door handle and the door slowly opened with a creak, the sun blinded him and he pushed his head into to sand, trying to scream, but no sound escaped from his rotting mouth.
He managed to reach the pond and slowly let himself sank into it, he couldn't breath. He didn't have to but he felt the urge to inhale.
What was happening to him? He took a few sips from the water in the pond but it hurt as it found its way trough his body and he threw up, salty and burning tears in his eyes.
His eyes slowly adjusted to the bright and fresh world around him and he saw Estella sitting on the porch with the body of a young girl near her feet.
"Hello baby. You must be starving."
His mind he had lost, but his unstill stomach ached for a drink of the young virgin. And he gave in…

Ok, out of desperation for something to do, I would like to join this story.

Can somebody give a recap from the very beginning since I didn't read any of the story?

All I know is that it's not crazy or stupid like the Tales of the Tavern stories.

You could fill up Violet's character! I claim page 9.