Post by Jessy on Mar 14, 2005 14:12:02 GMT -5
She sat upon the worn stone, tracing the letters gently, feeling the stone, smooth, worn to perfection over the mists of time. Her green eyes matched the moss covering the head stone as they steadily read the words chiseled into the stone.
Julia Jackson
Born 1962
Died 1995
R.I.P
The girl wasn't sure why she was here. It wasn't an anniversary. It was just another night. Yet here she was, miles from her home. She wasn't upset or angry, just waiting. She'd been drawn here, by something or maybe by nothing.
Her blonde hair spilled down her back, coming to just under her shoulders. She wore jeans and a t-shirt, nothing out of the ordinary. Around her neck was a small pendant, given to her by her partner on her departure back to England. It shimmered slightly in the half light as mist began to come in from the coast.
The girl stood up, colder now as the moisture began t penatrate her clothing. She gripped the pendant, the mere thought of Amy warming her. A few meters away, concealed by the mist something was moving. Out of the curling white tendrils stepped a boy,, no a yound man just as she was a young woman. His skin was pale, his hair brown. He smiled and she returned it shyly, aproaching. She knew it was him who had brought her here.
With no need for words he took her hand and she layed her head on his shoulder. They began to dance, moving slowly to a music only they could hear. They held each other tightly, knowing the song that nature sung for them would soon end.
As the sky hummed the last notes they parted and looked at each other. The girl was confused, not knowing why this had happened. The young man smiled, white fangs gleaming, and gently lowered his lips to hers.
When the dawn opened her eyes in the morning and she lifted her head from the grass the mist and the young man had gone. Her clothes clung to her skin, drenched with dew. She stood up and left the sunlit graveyard, heading back to California and her home. the young man filled her thoughts. Rory.
The pendant lay in the grass beside the gravestone, all thoughts of Amy forgotten.
Julia Jackson
Born 1962
Died 1995
R.I.P
The girl wasn't sure why she was here. It wasn't an anniversary. It was just another night. Yet here she was, miles from her home. She wasn't upset or angry, just waiting. She'd been drawn here, by something or maybe by nothing.
Her blonde hair spilled down her back, coming to just under her shoulders. She wore jeans and a t-shirt, nothing out of the ordinary. Around her neck was a small pendant, given to her by her partner on her departure back to England. It shimmered slightly in the half light as mist began to come in from the coast.
The girl stood up, colder now as the moisture began t penatrate her clothing. She gripped the pendant, the mere thought of Amy warming her. A few meters away, concealed by the mist something was moving. Out of the curling white tendrils stepped a boy,, no a yound man just as she was a young woman. His skin was pale, his hair brown. He smiled and she returned it shyly, aproaching. She knew it was him who had brought her here.
With no need for words he took her hand and she layed her head on his shoulder. They began to dance, moving slowly to a music only they could hear. They held each other tightly, knowing the song that nature sung for them would soon end.
As the sky hummed the last notes they parted and looked at each other. The girl was confused, not knowing why this had happened. The young man smiled, white fangs gleaming, and gently lowered his lips to hers.
When the dawn opened her eyes in the morning and she lifted her head from the grass the mist and the young man had gone. Her clothes clung to her skin, drenched with dew. She stood up and left the sunlit graveyard, heading back to California and her home. the young man filled her thoughts. Rory.
The pendant lay in the grass beside the gravestone, all thoughts of Amy forgotten.