She looked out the balcony of her room, the decrepit trees gloomy in the nights gaze. Her eyes looking past the trees, looking to a world beyond the little manor. A world...with beauty, green.
Her eyes saddened, tears dropping down the second floor balcony. A world beyond the doors of her parents' manor. Beyond the rule and striations.
"Girl! Why do you weep? Why do lovely eyes suffer?" the voice surprised her, she looked down, seeing, standing at the ground looking up at her, someone she has never seen before.
His features different from what she's ever seen. His eyes, red like fire, black ears showing on his head, a tail sliding across the flowerless ground where he stood.
His style of clothing the same as the rest of the gentlemen there at the manor. But what penetrates it. So different. The demonist feline features. She stared in amazement. No one from this manor looked like that.
"You are you one from beyond this wickedly place?" she asked to him. She saw a solemn grin appear on his face....
He disappeared. She looked around, her curled hair swaying with her heads movements.
"Who are you looking for?" he asked, she gasped from surprise. She turned around, her back against the balcony ridge.
"You. One from aground. How did you appear here so suddenly?" his grin still placed his face, he slid his hand through his red locks of hair, that stopped a bit above his shoulders.
"Cant you see? That what I am, is one not from this land?" she nodded.
"You're...a demon. Are you not?" he nodded.
"Not always one. Cursed I am."
"You come from a place beyond here?"
"Yes. I come from a land way far from this distasteful place...why do you reside here?" she frowned.
"I do not wish to be! I wish to be free. To roam across these lands past the manor..." her face saddened once more. "But it is never to be...cruelty has been placed upon me. Forced to an arranged marriage..." he placed a clawed hand on her cheek, wiping the tears from her face.
"One with your beauty should not be covered in tears." She blushed, widely. She had never felt such kindness...such feeling for someone before.
"And one with such elegance should not waste time with a crying maiden." His grin widened.
"For the one he has loved he shall." Her eyes widened.
"Ones feelings same. I too, share love, for you...but, I engaged, you, demon...shall we be never together?"
"Fear not...I will take you away from this land. From this manor. We shall marry. In lands pure." She smiled.
"Truly? I'd be so happy to." He lightly kissed her.
"Then tis decided. I'll be back for you. I promise." He walked to the balcony.
"Wait, shaunt I know your name?" he smiled.
"Nicolas. Nicolas Avens. You?"
"Lotia Shota" he bowed.
"Well then. Lotia. I shall come for you." she nodded.
"I shall wait for you." he smiled, disappearing from where she stood.
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Days past, wedding preparations made, one day, in her room, her parents, found her journal, reading about her demoned lover their plans to elope.
She was called to her room, immediately after reading. Her parents most furious of sorts.
"Lotia, what is this monstrosity!?" her mother shouted. She shoved the journal into her arms.
"Mother, father, I love him! I have never felt such a wonder before! My feelings true! He promises to take me with him!" her father stomped with might.
"Do not speak of such nonsense! You to be married in barely days. I will cease of this nonsense!"
In darkly fate, that very minute, Nicolas appeared for her in her room, only to be seen by her parents.
"Its that damned demon!!" her parents shoved her to the ground, her father grabbing the nearest knife. He readied his hand thrusting the knife into the body...
But only to have killed his own daughter. She had risen from the shove and placed herself in front of him, the blade penetrating her lovely dress, and into her very heart.
"No!" Nicolas shouted. She fell to the floor, caught by Nicolas, in his arms she saw him as she died slowly, the knife still in her chest.
Her parents petrified. Ran down the stairs, terrified of their own deeds.
Nicolas cried by her side. "Lotia, don't leave me!" Lotia smiled at him.
"Nicolas. May we meet together in the next life...with nothing stopping us." Her eyes closed, her mind shoving her in a black abyss.
A wicked witch appeared, her hand shacked. "Only the fire in thy lovers' death can break his curse. Thy lover given curse sted." Her eyes widened, she fought her mind back into her body.
"Please, I must tell him. Let me be alive for just a few minutes!" her wish granted, she opened her eyes in front of her lover.
"Nicolas. Your curse...the only way to break it. You must burn yourself in the place of my death." he nodded.
"Lotia...please stay with me. I can't bear you dead." She smiled.
"I'll be safe. I hear ones in love are granted pure afterlife...I love...you." she said her last breath dissipating in the air.
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Hours past, he cried as she lay in his arms. Tears from her eyes, blood from her body. He stood up, grabbing the closest match and lighting it, the room lit with a cascading fire that filled the room. Burning him to his death, her along with him, forever in ashes, along with the manor.
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Ok so this is the chapt that I didn't write. Dani wrote it and I decided to post it. This is Lotia's story. Now pay attention this is the ONE AND ONLY CHAPT THAT SOMEONE ELSE WILL WRITE IN THIS FANFIC I WROTE CHAPTS 1-8 AND AFTER THIS I WILL WRITE ALL AFTER THIS CHAPT. Okay? Okay! and I beleave that this was imspired by an old ghost story that I told dani and hear off of a show called Unsolved Mysteries. If u want to know the story then just send me a message and I'll type it for u.
Nicolas, Lotia, and the other people in this chapt © Dani!!!!!
