Hi everyone! I've been working on this for quite a while now, and I've
just now got around to posting it. This is my first Spec, so I'm kind of
anxious about posting it. But I have to do it sooner of later, right?
Before I begin, I want to thank my mom, Adonia, for her proofreading,
encouragement, help with the title, and for her insistence that I post
this. *G* Also, thanks goes to my sister, Mel, for all her
encouragement. Thanks you two! I own ya one! :)
Disclaimer: The standard disclaimer applies. This is a work of amateur
fiction and is not intended to infringe on the copyrights of Anne Rice or
any other copyright holders.
Spoiler warning: There is a huge spoiler in this for MtD, so if you
haven't read it, then you may not want to continue reading this. And
there is a possibility that there will be spoilers for the other VC in the
future, but I'm not sure, so don't hold me to it. *G*
All comments, suggestions, etc. are welcome! I'd love to hear what you
think! Write me at: MysHarvest@aol.com
Ok, I think that's it. :)
Shadows of Forever
By: Harvest
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Katherine threw her copy of _Memnoch the Devil_ across the room,
and watched it bounce off the wall and land on a pile of clothes with a
thud. Tears were streaming down her face. She'd just finished reading
the latest book by her favorite author Anne Rice. Needless to say she
hadn't liked the outcome.
'Why'd you have to die?' She thought bitterly, 'How could he have
been so stupid to just kill himself like that?' The thought of seeing him
burst into flames in front of the church only made her cry harder. Armand
had been her favorite vampire. To her it was like losing a close friend,
for in her mind the characters were all real. She believed in vampires,
although she'd never had the honor of meeting one in person. No one
seemed to understand her obsession. Whenever she had read any other
books she became the characters, until she started reading the books by
Anne Rice. When she picked up one of those, she didn't become the
character, but instead she felt like she was right there with them. She'd
fallen in love with all the characters, another thing no one could seem to
understand as possible, but most of all Armand. Maybe it was because she
was about the age he was when he was "born into darkness."
That had been one of her biggest dreams since she'd first heard
the word vampire. She'd always wanted to be one. She'd always liked the
dark more than the daylight. It was more comfortable for her. Then she
had heard of the Vampire Armand, and that dream became more prevalent.
Although she'd settle for anyone bestowing the Dark Gift upon her, she
wanted him to make her. But now, thanks to the awful turn of events, that
was impossible, which was another reason she was so upset.
Katherine wiped the tears from her eyes as she walked over to her
book. Still bleary-eyed, she opened it up to the last page again.
Reading over the last couple lines, she confirmed what she had thought.
It read, "Let me pass now from fiction into legend. The End. 9:43
February 28, 1994. Adieu, mon amour." She was certain that meant the
series was over. Lestat had said good-bye, he was gone, he wouldn't be
returning. She knew that, and that fact did little to pick up her mood.
Clutching the book to her chest, like a prized possession, she
walked over to her bookshelf and reshelved it. Then picking up one of the
many candles about her room she went over to her desk. The faint flicker
of the candle illuminated her desk enough so she could write. She opened
her journal to the page she'd left off on, and began writing furiously as
was her habit. Not a day went by that she didn't write in her journal.
It was an easy way to express herself, which she couldn't do any other
way.
But what she didn't know was that the entire time she was being
watched by a dark figure perched on a tree outside her window.
Surprisingly, in spite of his pale white face, which should've
stood out perfectly in the pitch blackness, he was virtually invisible.
His pale hands were covered by black gloves. Somehow he was able to blend
into the darkness surrounding him and be completely camaflagued. The
figure had been watching her for a long time, ever since her silent and
precious wish had entered her mind. He smiled to himself as she ran a
hand through her long blonde hair, flipping it over the top of her tilted
head to get it out of her face. He loved how the candlelight reflected
off her hair.
She was rarely the one to turn on a light for, like the night,
candles were more comforting. She could sit and watch the light flicker
off the walls for hours, mesmerized, and not get bored. They also kept
the room partially dark, which she loved. Although her room would've been
dark with or without the extra light. The walls were painted in dark
colors, blues and blacks, as were her curtains, which she pulled back at
night to reveal the night sky. She was by far a depressed person, she
just liked the darker colors. Her bed had a black blanket with small
white stars, moons, and comets scattered about it.
She looked like a mess after all that crying, but that was one of
the many things he liked about her. She rarely cared what she looked
like, she wasn't a very vain person although she was what he considered to
be very beautiful. He sat watching as the tears began to dry on her
creamy white cheeks, and ceased to spill from her emerald green eyes. She
had stopped writing and closed her journal, setting it to the side of her
desk so it'd be ready from her the following night.
Stepping over to her closet she picked out a thin blue sweater
which showed off her skinny waist and stomach, so she could change before
going out for her nightly journey outside into her beloved darkness. She
pulled off the shirt she was wearing, throwing it over into the corner
with the rest of her dirty clothes. The figure watched from the window as
she slipped the blue sweater on, shaking her hair free from it. He was
again stunned by her remarkable beauty. She left on the tight jeans she
was wearing, which showed off her long, thin legs.
Silently, she made her way down the stairs and into the hallway
leading outside. She quickly put on her brown leather jacket. It wasn't
too cold outside, but she'd never liked any amount of cold much. That had
always been what she disliked the most about her nightly walks, but she
wasn't about to let that stop her. She picked up her purse and keys and
snuck out of the house. Her parents never knew that she left ever night,
for if they did, they wouldn't let her go. She'd always return before
they woke up. They didn't understand why she loved the dark so, and would
only tell her it wasn't safe to go out alone. She closed the door behind
her, listening for the final click.
She took a deep breath as she stepped out the door, the crisp
night air greeting her. Katherine looked down the street, trying to
figure out which direction she should begin her walk in that night.
The dark figure scrutinized her every move from where he still
sat, perched outside her window. He saw that she'd finally made her
decision, as she started off down the street in the opposite direction
from him. He watched for quite a while until she'd walked so far that he
couldn't see her anymore. Effortlessly, he jumped up to the roof of her
house, landing soundlessly, and began making his way by way of rooftops to
her again.
Katherine continued down the street, looking up at the darkened
windows. 'How can people sleep during the greatest part of the day?' she
wondered to herself. If it weren't for school, she'd probably sleep
during the day and get up at night.
The smell of freshly cut grass greeted her as she arrived at her
favorite park, which she loved to walk through. It wasn't exactly along
the way to her destination, but she nonetheless walked through it every
night. The park always reminded her of when she was a child and how her
parents would always take her there. She'd play all day long and have the
greatest time, that is, back when everything wasn't so complicated. As
she passed the steps to the little building in the middle of the park, she
paused for a second remembering how she and her friends used to sit there
and talk for hours. She and the girls would always flirt with every guy
who passed, then laugh about it afterwards. Oh, how she missed those
days. But now everything had changed. She rarely even saw her friends
anymore. Many of them had moved, and the ones who hadn't were always at
their after school jobs or with their boyfriends. And she was always left
by herself, all alone. The only time she saw them was on the rare
occasion of passing them in the halls of their school.
She tried her best not to dwell on that thought, and continued on
her way. She felt more energetic that day then any other, for she walked
more when she was upset. So, she walked the long way, over the hill on
the opposite side of the park from where she was at. That pathway stood
between the small city street and the park's pool, although the pool was
closed at that hour. She liked that pathway the most of all the others in
the park, because it was the highest point and she was able to see very
far, and she liked that it was surrounded by trees.
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