ScaryPlace Original Fiction - Icy Winds of the Forbidden 1

A Story in Installments:

Chapter 1
From Place to Place
Your Instincts Will Follow
"Sylvia Sapphire"

by Jessica Christopherson
Copyright 2001 All rights reserved
lonewolf14@hotmail.com

The trees, plants and fence posts flew passed in a blur as the black XKR coupe Jaguar went down the dissertated tar paved country road. A film of water lay over the road, droplets of water flew up into the air as the Jaguar flew across the road quickly and silently. The light storm was growing worse. The rain was beginning to come down more now.

Thorough out the car, there was a perfect stillness. An all too distorted silence. The Driver and the person in the passengers seat next to him said nothing to each other or to me, Sylvia Sapphire, or it seemed, as if I wasn't even there. But that didn't matter to me really. No, of course not. I didn't want to talk. I just wanted time to thinkÉ but about what?

Oh sure, there are many things for a youth such as myself to think about but, I'm not normal. I'm far from it. I may seem like nothing more then a 19 or 18-year-old girl but I'm different. More then what anyone knows. The only ones that know are those in the car with me.

Ah yes. I could think about why I was leaving Mae, the town I thought we could fit into. What a mistake that was. NoÉ no I just couldn't think about those days. The killings the lust for the hunt had caused, the peopleÉ Everything was coming back to me suddenly and I couldn't stop it. We were killers of Mae, killers of man. Hunting down those whom were first seen as prey. No, I began to tremble. I didn't want to think about it, I couldn't, I wouldn't. Let it go, the back of my mind whispered to me. But no matter how much I tried, I couldn't. A beast in the eyes of the people, a Victor in the eyes of my people, my kinsmen, my kindÉ

I had to think of something else, anything to keep my mind off of what had been happening in Mae when we were there. Slowly I looked to those in the car with me, something to get my mind off Mae.

Sitting in the driver's place was a youth of the age most likely of 21 by the sheer looks of him. He was a good-looking guy. I'd admit that. He wore his hair long and tied back. His hair was a tab bit wavy and parted in the middle. Strands of his black hair rested on his shoulders, strands of his bangs hung in his face. He didn't move much except for keeping the car on the road. Wearing a black jacket with a patch sewn on the right side of his right arm just below his shoulder, the patch being a wolf baring its fangs. He was a youth with a muscular body, hard, tight abs, muscular arms and legs, strong shoulders, everything. It seemed as if all the girls wanted him sometimes, from how they watched him, stared at him, winked and even tried to flirt with him. Sometimes when he was relaxing, a simple breath or lying down, he didn't seem so strong. Hell when we weren't trying to attract attention nor trying to seem so powerful, he looked like just another boy. Yet I doubt the humans ever noticed except a few of the girls about his muscles, but I could see them. All too well I could. His eyes narrow and the pupils slit like a cats, his eyes a burning emerald green. His eyes were radiant with their own light. They were beautiful. Oh God were they beautiful! I envied him. Those emerald pools of such deep yet almost bright had an eerie beauty. Oh so beautiful.

As the moment being, he was wearing mainly all black. Black jeans, black jacket that covered over a dark gray t-shirt beneath. He was a male beauty. It was no wonder all the girls looked at him with goo-goo eyes and try to get his attention. Amazingly smart he was, not just a playboy by looks but a smart-ass of a person as well. He held so much knowledge that no one could from first glance think of it.

I could barely think for a moment while watching him, his concentration on the road complete. I then looked to the right of him, to the next passenger.

Leaning against the car door and the back of the seat, he was positioned. His arms crossed, head against the back of his seat, eyes closed half way. He looked as though he was asleep. Strands of his dark brown hair fell from his bangs, his short hair not reaching his shoulders as it had with Shadow Lark. He had a strike of silver-ish hair on his left side of his bangs, parted in the middle. His bangs were probably the longest hair he had compared to his short hairstyle. He was much like Shadow Lark. Strong and muscular looking, but he was a bit more rebellious then Shadow Lark was. Shadow Lark seemed calm and always-in control. He, however, was a rebel and always ready for a fight it seemed. His deep blue eyes were bright and always brightened a bit more when he had something in mind or else when he was about to do something crazy (like always). I could easily become lost in those blue voids like I could in Shadow Lark's emerald green ones. His eyes could change from Blue to Turquoise to Dark Teal. They always seemed to shimmer when I spoke to him.

He was wearing dark blue jeans with a tear on the right knee and just above the left knee. Sometimes, like today, he was wearing his red bandana. His left ear had two earrings, silver and a darker silver ring hung from it. His sleeve-less white shirt shown, clean and a soft seeming fabric, from beneath the black leather jacket. On the right side of his leather jacket, like Shadow, he had the same patch stitched onto it. The dark brown wolf head with the white teeth bared and narrow blue eyes shown clearly from atop the black sea, which it was sewn to.

I watched him as I did when I watched Shadow Lark. I knew deep inside, that I could have them both. I knew of their passion for me. Ah yes, How could I miss it? They practically fought over me or for me. Shadow Lark clearly expressed his affection for me by sweet things and even saying to me, whether in public or private, I love you, Sylvia.

Razor Fang was different. Him being the rebel probably saw it as not trying to let his rival get the better chance. He'd get Shadow in trouble or make him jealous whenever he could. He'd flirt with me a lot, in front of Shadow especially, since I'd flirt back. Razor Fang mainly would tell me in private he loved me.

They both loved me, I cared for them both dearly but to pick one over the other would tear them apart and make their little game of rivalry into a horrid reality.

But I longed for something more. I could have both of them but there was just something missing. Something that I wanted, something I longed for. Whatever it was I didn't know. How could I? I barely even realized that I longed for something that just seemed to be missing just a few days ago. So na•ve I could be, so na•ve that it shocked me sometimes when I realized it.

I lay there, out stretched on the back seats of the Jaguar, on my side. Watching Razor and Shadow. Shadow seeming as if the only thing important was the road and getting to our new town, our new home, Altos. I was mainly watching Razor then I was Shadow. Shadow wasn't doing anything. He wasn't even paying attention to us. Razor, on other hand, seemed asleep. What can I say? I think he's rather cute when like that.

A soft smile curled up upon my lips, the soft hum of the car and the droplets of the water becoming air born, Razor seemed so gentle and as if he'd never do anyone any harm when he was sleeping.

He shifted slightly; his head tilted more towards me. I could see the right side of his face more then I could before. Then, suddenly, he opened his right eye. It took him a minute to realize I was looking straight at him, and then a soft smile slowly took form on his handsome face, though handsome seems too pale of a word to express him or Shadow. His eye was a soft turquoise but yet bluer, it shimmered softly. He opened both eyes and watched me a moment, then his smile becoming more of a smirk he winked at me playfully. In a soft tone, he said softly to me, "Why don'tcha come up here and sit with me, Sylvia?"

I smiled and giggled a bit at his request. I replied in a usual tone, "I'm just fine right here, Razor."

"In other words," Interrupted Shadow, he didn't remove his eyes from the road or turn to us even if it were just a turn of his head, "She doesn't want to sit with you cause your too much of an lazy ass to sit with her."

Razor looked to me then at Shadow, the smirk still playing at his face, his eyes shimmered softly, "I can change that."

I smiled more. They'd start to argue, like always. Shadow saying Razor can't step on his seats and that it'd distract him from what he should be paying attention to, which was the road and not him. Razor retorting as harshly as he could to his old friend, he could do whatever the hell he wanted to and what he wanted to do was sit next to me in the back, away from him and his nagging mouth.

As I foretasted, it happened. But then, Shadow turned to me, slightly, "Do you want him to sit next to you, Sylvia?" He was asking me, purely being honest and having a wondering tone to his voice.

I watched him a moment then looked at Razor. Watching and listening to them could and was rather entertaining but enough was enough and it'd have to end sooner or later. "I don't mind either way. He can if he truly wants to." I sat up and rested against the back of the seat.

Shadow didn't say anything but nodded, looking back to the road, muttering to Razor, "Hurry up and get your lazy ass back there, Razor. Get my car dirty from you boots or anything else and your ass is grassÉ you got that?"

Razor just smiled big as though he had just won a furious battle, he shrugged a bit, retorting, "Be glad my boots ain't muddy, Shad. And da, no promises on that but I will say I'll hurry."

Shadow began to mumble, from what I heard, nothing but insults to Razor. But Razor clearly didn't care.

Just as he said, he quickly got into the back seat next to me. As he did, he didn't make a mess. There wasn't anything to make a mess with unless his boots were muddy which they weren't.

He plopped down next to me, before I knew it; he had his arm around me and was holding me close against him. A playful smile across his lips, "Don't mind if I keep you company, Syl?"

I smiled back, not really caring that he held me as he did. I answered back, "Don't mind at all, Raz."

I saw a glimpse of Shadow's green eyes in the rear view mirror, looking back at us. He didn't seem to pleased but didn't say anything.

I rested more against Razor now, his arms around me, my hand resting on his right waist as I was against his left. Razor leaned his head gently against mine. Gently he kissed my forehead, I didn't do anything to stop or bring anything up about it.

A sign was coming up. I read what it said from what I could make out from the wet window as torrents of rain fall down against it. It read:

Not much farther. Not much at allÉ We're almost there. As I lay there against Razor, I pray in my heart that Altos won't fall to its knees and become a victim of what we can do as Mae did. No. We mustn't kill again as we did before. Not again. Mae was a good little town. We couldn't let the same shadow of destruction fall down upon Altos. We couldn't. I couldn't let it happen again. No Matter what happened, it wouldn't happen again. I wouldn't let itÉ