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Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: The Wicked House
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Ottery St. Catchpole
Gryffindor Third Year |  Chapter: It's not a love song, it's not a love song ... (only it is!) Paris & Kellybear r luv :Read Otty 's fics:Gone With the Wind:I♥Rupert
“Cryptic words meander
Now there is a song beneath the song
One day you'll learn
You'll soon discern its true meaning
An interesting detachment
A listless poem of love sincere
Desire, despair
Overlapping melodies
And it's not a love, it's not a love
It's not a love, it's not a love song”
Song beneath a song by Maria Taylor from Grey's Anatomy
The hours ticked slowly on his watch, the clock on the wall did not go any faster and the only thing that seemed to have a beat was Angel’s heart.
The thing about being surrounded by the undead was that they were so cold, and quiet, and beautiful and not alive. He shook again with a slight shiver feeling like a man standing alone in a cemetery, except here the bodies of the dead were not interred they were politely asking him if he wanted any biscuits with his tea.
“No, thank you, love. Is there any word yet about …”
The young girl smiled. She pointed out the window of the waiting room, which looked like an airport lobby with all the glass windows looking out into the night and through them Angel could see a dragon flying around the floating castle. The majestic beast flew around the floating palace and as it banked, turning on its side the grey haired boy could see his companions riding the dragon’s back. His heart skipped a beat. Ottery sat there, but more importantly still alive.
“He’s all right,” Angel said, and the cup in his hands shook clattering on top of the saucer. He felt cold hands steady his and he looked at the vacant beautiful eyes of the girl, and the realization of something dark and truly sinister dawned on him as the night did every day on the Count’s floating castle.
He dropped the cup and saucer and ran out of the room towards the landing bay.
The girl did not run after him.
“Humans, they’re so … frail,” she thought to herself. It had taken all her willpower not to drain him of blood, but the master’s will was never to be questioned and only a true fool would disobey the Count. :3
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Last edited by OtterySt.Catchpole; 11-30-2010 at 09:09 AM.
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