Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Halloween Character Booktacular with Lucy Swing + GIVEAWAY

Scene
I dragged the last of the bags through the door, cursing Blake under my breath for the thousandth time. I could be so happy manifesting things all day, but instead he had gotten me used to doing everything the same way as I always had. As a mortal. It could be so easy and so fast to just manifest things… but then you would miss out on all the special things, like spending time shopping for the decorations, laughing whenever Blake tried on some silly, scary mask or Mexican-style mustaches… “Are you sure we got enough?” I asked him sarcastically as I dropped the bags on the floor and fell on the couch. I kicked off my shoes and closed my eyes. “It’s two holidays in one; I don’t think we could ever have enough.” He flopped down beside me. He must’ve seen something in my face because his smile disappeared and his eyebrows scrunched together. “I know this is hard.” I nodded and ignored our no manifesting rule and a blazing fire appeared in the fireplace. The lights went out at my command and only the flickering of the flames cast a low but warm glow that danced across our faces. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked burying himself deeper into the soft cushions and sliding his hand over mine. His eyes were intently on mine and when I looked at him, I could see the flames reflected in them. “About what? My parents being murdered on my birthday? In this very same room?” I glared at him. It wasn't fair for me to lash out at him, he was only trying to help, but I couldn't help it. And I had Lucifer to blame. Besides, what was there to talk about? Talking about it wouldn't change the outcome, so what would it do? Make it better? Not a chance. How things had changed in just one year. On my birthday, none the less, I came home from school to find both of my parents murdered. My eyes darted to the corner of the room where Lilith had stood that fated day. I closed my eyes and I could see her again. The macabre smile on her face as she watched the horror cross through mine. The way her black dress always billowed in an nonexistent breeze. For starters, that was the day the physical changes began. Soon after, my life had changed in many more ways than just becoming an orphan. I turned out to be... an Angel, and a very sought one at that. And now here we were… about to start decorating the house that claimed the life of so many. I wasn’t in the mood for a party or even to welcome trick or treaters, but Claire had her way of making me agree to things without thinking. If Angels could compel one another I would have thought that's what she had done to me. “You know I am here for you when you are ready to talk.” Blake wrapped one arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. I closed my eyes and basked in the warmth his body always radiated, the safety with which he could wrap around me. With him everything melted away; the world is brighter, my problems are nothing but specks in the air... I cuddled against him, feeling as if I would never be able to be close enough. Many terrible things had happened to me this past year, but Blake had been the one to make all the horrors go away. He was my salvation, my very own Protector, the one I was created for. “Thank you,” I whispered as I tilted my head backward and waited for him to lean down and kiss me. And when he did, my mind exploded into thousands of light fragments, making me dizzy. His lips were soft against mine and when he pulled back my insides screamed in complaint. I hugged him, resting my head on his broad chest, and watched the flames dance and the crackling of the fire filled this empty house. Sleep overcame me with ease, a long day of shopping could do that sometimes. Waking up in his arms was the most peaceful and wonderful feeling. I watched him sleep for a while until I began to feel like a creepy stalker and I slipped out the bed, soundlessly tip-toeing my way to the bathroom. We had a long day of decorating ahead of ourselves, so best to get started early. After a quick shower, I went downstairs and began brewing a pot of coffee for Blake, one of the few things in the kitchen I was safely allowed to do. As soon as the smell of coffee drifted through the air, I heard the water in the shower running. After a brief fighting training session, which Blake had made them mandatory since trouble seemed to follow, we got down to decorating the house. Claire and Nate showed up about eleven and we all worked together. Blake and I created a cemetery in the front yard beside the stone pathway leading to the door, with skeletal and zombie hands creeping out of the dirt. We placed a grim reaper by the door that twisted its head in whichever direction it sensed movement- definitely creepy. We hung spiderweb looking stuff all over the wrap around porch and set black candles throughout, too. When we finally made our way inside, Claire and Nate had already set all the bowls that will later be filled with candies, snacks and punch. They had set two fog machines; one in the living room and the other one on the top of the stairs, that way the fog would creep down one step at a time. We placed some dismembered bodily parts through out the house and attached a red dye dispenser into all the toilet water tanks, that way, whenever someone flushed it would look like blood gushing out. It was short after five thirty when we finished with the house, and once we had the fog machines going, the place looked haunting. Looking at the final product gave me some sort of satisfaction and renewed excitement about tonight's festivities. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. Claire and I headed upstairs while the boys set out the snacks and drinks. For us girls, it was time to get our costumes and make-up on. I found it funny how people dressed up as supernatural beings, thinking how cool it would be to be one of them but never once realizing that these creatures really are all around them. They crawl in the darkness, staying out of sight from the human eyes, but ever so present. I would know, I am one of them. Although instead of hiding in the darkness and watching from afar, we've become one with society. As soon as I close my bedroom door behind us, Claire's composed exterior goes into a crazed frenzy. “Oh no! You are so not wearing that!” She walks to my closet where my costume hangs from the door. “Are you insane?” “What?” My eyes dart from her to the costume, then back to her. My expression surely blank. “I didn't get to wear it last year... I bought it after all.” “You cannot wear this.” She pinches the edge of the fabric and lifts it up. “This was your costume with Avan, let alone what a bad omen it would be...” I guess she was right, it did feel slightly wrong wearing it now, especially since it had been meant to be shared with Avan. Fine. I would think of something new. Something that would kick-butt. Claire manifested her costume on. She was Miss Scissorhands. Her black under shirt was ripped and she wore a tight faux leather looking dress over it with large silver buckles on the sides. Her blonde bob turned black and she went into the bathroom to tease her hair and make it look like mine normally did. I sat on my bed thinking of something that would be fun, cute and totally girl power... As Claire turned herself into a dark haired crazie, I would make myself a blonde. I walked into the bathroom and she nodded in approval. “So, Babydoll, huh?” She asked as she lined her lips with black lipstick, something only she could probably pull off. “What can I say? I am always ready for a good fight.” I wink at the mirror as I put my hair into two tight ponytails. After doing my make up, I followed my best friend downstairs, where the front door was fully open and people had begun showing up. The sight was so different than last years. Where screams had filled the rooms, it was now filled with laughter and music. The fog made it seem as if everyone was walking on a cloud, as if below us there was nothing but open air. I caught Blake's eyes and smiled at his nodding approval. As I took in his costume I knew this would be a loooong night. I would be fighting girls off like mosquitoes. He wore a Gladiator or Spartan looking costume, much like the one he used for our Lit project at school. He was bare chested and wore a brown and golden skirt. I found my feet to be walking twice as fast as the normally would and unable to restraint myself, I threw my arms around him. The warmth of his skin on mine was dizzying and as his lips crashed into mine I knew it was game over. My consciousness came to before I could even open my eyes. My surroundings weren't Blake's warm embrace or the comfort and safety of my home. It was cold. A coldness that reached deep into my bones, making my whole body ache. My eyes shot open but it was dark, no shapes where visible and the silence was thick. What the Hell? “Blake?” I asked with caution. There was no way of knowing what was out there, and that was more frightening than anything else. Before getting up on my feet I felt the ground I was laying on. It was some sort of dry dirt; no grass, no signs of anything living here aside from me. I took a tentative step forward and kept my arms stretched out front of me. There was nothing but the empty air. “Hello?” My voice was louder, but it was traitorous and it cracked. That's when the whispering began. It was low, like a murmur at first. I tried to catch what was being said, but this person – or thing- was speaking too fast, intelligible. I stood still and listened. The whispering grew louder, angrier and the voice distorted into something that resembled the few Demons I had come across. Fear erupted in the pit of my stomach and shot through the rest of my body. Where the Hell am I! As soon as it had started the screaming whisperer stopped and everything went back to being dark and silent. I kept looking one way and the other, not being able to see anything, or anyone. “Who's there?” Oh, that's just great Jade. Whenever the girl in the horror movie asks that she gets her answer by dying a gruesome death. “You're light...” The whispering voice said. A breeze swept across my skin, cooling it even more and I shivered. There was something seriously wrong with this place. “Who are you?” I asked with a demanding tone. “We are-” He began but other whispering voices shushed him. My head turned to the side, where the voices came from. Not just one but many of them. Great! The whispering began again but this time it was all of them talking at the same time. I was able to catch a few words here and there, but nothing that made any sense at all. Here. Light. Never. Help. Out. “How did you enter?” A distinctively female voice asked. When she spoke warmth spread through me. Somehow this made me trust her. Warmth was good, right? “I... I don't know. I just showed up here.” I answered to her with honesty. “Where am I?” “You've entered the realm of the lost souls.” She responded with a fleeting whisper. I face palmed myself. How did I always manage to do this? I hadn't even been sleeping this time! I had kissed Blake... I had gotten dizzy... how did this happen? This was serious uncharted territory. I had no idea there was such a realm. Lost souls, what does that mean? “Where?” “The realm of the lost souls,” She responds as if that was what I had meant. “Here is where all stolen souls end up.” “What do you mean stolen souls?” “Enough!” The warmth from the female voice was abruptly gone and the bone chilling coldness back with this authoritative new voice. “You must go.” The coldness in his voice was mind numbing. I stood frozen with my mouth agape until little by little I composed myself. “If you point me in which direction, I'll be gladly on my way.” I tried to match his iciness. There was more whispering. Couldn't they just talk like normal people (of sorts) and let me eavesdrop? “Go. This is not a realm for someone like you.” I would've agreed with him, but the way he said it sounded as an insult. I opened my hand and hoped it would work. I shot my hand upward creating a ball of fire, and I was pleased to see that my powers still worked in this realm. The sight, however, was another story. I created a few more fire balls and watched in horror. I was in some sort of cemetery, tall pillars and row after row of graves stretched before me. A ghostly fog wrapped itself around the dead, bare trees, the gravestones and gleaming watching eyes appeared sporadically. “What is this place?” My own voice was now a whisper. “Home,” The female voice said. “And we have been expecting you, Seraph.” A deep male voice that sounded old and filled with knowledge whispered into my ear. “You no longer just hold the key into Heaven but to Hell as well.” All the voices were quiet and the only sound was of my heart beating loudly in my ears. I needed to get out of here... and fast. “We have been waiting for you for a very long time,” the deep voice finally said, “and you won't be returning to your world until you have freed us all.” *** Find out what happens to Jade and how she fits into the realm of the Lost Souls in the third and last installment of the Feathermore Trilogy, Forevermore. Coming soon!

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13 comments:

  1. Loved the scene!!! I absolutely want to read more :D

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    1. Woohoo!! I am so happy you enjoyed it!! Xoxo

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  2. This is the first I have heard of these! Great scene!

    Thanks so much!

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    1. Happy to be able to bring jade and the gang to new eyes :) hope you enjoy them! Xoxo

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  3. Nice! Cant wait to read more! Thanks!

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    1. Love hearing this :) than you so much! Xoxo

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  4. This was fabulous thank you.

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  5. Thank you!! It sure means a lot :) xoxo

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  6. Thank you for the scene and the giveaway!

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  7. Awesome scene! Love the attitude in it:)

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  8. i have not seen this book but it sound like great read and then i blog and read a lot of books

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  9. Loved the scene, thanks for sharing

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  10. Great scene! Loved it =D Thank you for the giveaway.

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