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Behold-- the Second Coming of "The Slayer of Dusk: Tabitha Legend's Story!"
For those who have not read it, it was started on an old Avatar Arena story which became pretty popular among my friends. For those who have read it, I found a sudden inspiration somehow that has spurred me to bring it back.
And for your convenience, I am putting the ENTIRE PRE-WRITTEN STORY IN ONE JOURNAL ENTRY. Coded by color on chapter.
So, I, Madame Tequila-chan, humbly offer my works-- old and new-- to the welcoming eyes of others. I hope you enjoy my story.
Prologue
From the diary of Samantha Mourning, age 17; July 8th, year 1834:
Today my father Samuel Mourning was elected Mayor of our hometown, Dusk, Ohio. I couldn’t be happier! We will be moving into the mansion by October. Father promised to make the town a better place, free of demons at last! Believe me, I appreciate that statement even more because of what happened a few nights ago.
There had been a series of rapes by demons (well, we’re not sure, but who else would be so... indecent?), and... I was the latest victim. I know I shouldn’t have done so, but I was walking home from my friend Gloria’s house alone... Someone grabbed me with a black clawed hand over my mouth, and threatened to kill me if I didn’t... I had no choice. Death was not an option for me.
I haven’t told Father and Mother yet, but I will in the morning. Mother will fuss, Father will curse... but I really worry about myself even more. I know that having a child this early in my life—let alone without a husband, for goodness’ sake!—will be difficult, and I could die in childbirth, and I also know that I will probably be counted as an outcast all my life. What other choice do I have...?
Chapter One: The Legend Begins
When Samantha told her parents, it went about as well as expected. Her mother Elizabeth fainted on the couch and her father fussed over her in a frenzy of yells consisting of “Dear, are you sure you’re all right?” and “What were you thinking, walking out alone!?”. She herself was mortified, not bothering to go to school that day because of the shame.
Unfortunately the news spread like wildfire through the small town—it began with Samantha’s own friend Gloria, who was told directly by Sam after promising to keep it secret, and went on from there. A friendship was broken; the young seventeen-year-old was outcast from society... no one had ever found the demon who was responsible, much to Mayor Mourning’s fears. His daughter was pregnant with that creature’s child... and there was no was he would raise the child if she died.
On February ninth of the year 1835, the Samantha gave birth to Tabitha Elizabeth, and Samantha unfortunately did die in childbirth. Samuel was appaled: This child, this... this raven-haired, white-eyed, grey-skinned little baby girl was the product of his deceased daughter and the demon who raped her. Nonetheless, he and his wife Elizabeth had no choice but to take care of young Tabitha, unaware of exactly what they were raising...
That is, until the little girl was four years old.
Chapter Two: Tabitha's Upbringing
Little Tabitha had lived life peacefully enough. She had everything she ever wanted—except for parents, but Elizabeth and Samuel sufficed—and never knew what she was missing. She thought her life was normal without any problems.
As if every child had black skin, white eyes, claws, a two-pronged tail, and corpselike bat wings.
They had all begun to show after she turned four years old. Unfortunately, that revealed that her father was indeed of demonic bloodlines. Elizabeth never let Tabitha outside, claiming that “she was a frail thing who was always too sick to see the light of day.” That was basically what they did to her: The windows to the house were covered up; the Mourning’s never had company over anymore; no one ever saw the Mayor’s wife...
The child often asked about her parents, but Elizabeth would merely silence her and Samuel would ask where the newspaper was. It went on for a while, ever since Tabitha could talk. “Grandmother, why do I never see my parents? Why am I never allowed outside?” were her first—and most common—sentences, much to her caretakers’ dismay.
But it was always “Grandmother.” “Grandmother, grandmother, grandmother...” There was no mention of her grandfather. Ever. As far as the little half-demon was concerned, there was no grandfather taking care of her. The girl was shunning her own flesh and blood.
“Why does the damn girl never even mention me?” he asked his wife one night when Tabitha was long asleep. “It makes no sense at all.” He poured himself a glass of wine, and another for Elizabeth. She turned down the wine.
“I don’t know, dear, maybe because you never mention her,” she said coldly. “You acted the exact opposite way to—“
”Don’t say that name, woman, I’m warning you!” he slurped down his drink and set down the glass forcefully, shattering it. “It was a different situation. I mean, our Samantha wasn’t the product of a demon raping you, now, was it?”
His wife found herself at a stand-still. “Give me the wine, Samuel, dear; you’re going to get yourself drunk... how many glasses have you had before this?” She noticed the level of wine in the bottle had descended a considerable amount... “Samuel, don’t tell me you’re dr—“ The door slammed, Mayor Mourning was entering his granddaughter’s bedroom... What would happen to Tabitha?
Chapter Three: Fate's Turn
The door opened quickly. “Tabitha, wake up!” Samuel shouted, lighting a candle near her mirror. His eyes were wild and bloodshot... he had picked up a knife somewhere along the way. “Tabitha, if you don’t wake up this instant...”
She opened her eyes—since her birth, they had acquired a lovely autumn-leaf color—and sat up. Her hair was pinned into an elegant little bun; she was dressed in a flowing pure-white nightgown that reached to the tips of her fingers, and when standing, hid her feet. “Grandmother, is that you?” she asked, her eyes not used to the dark.
“Damn you girl, I’m not your bloody grandmother!” he shouted, wobbling slightly as he walked nearer to her, the knife held in front of him. “You’re nothing but a lousy, no-good daughter of a—“
“Why do you have a knife?” she asked, shuddering. “You’re not going to...”
“I will. I’m going to do what I should have done four years ago!” Samuel bellowed, and swiped at Tabitha. It hit a couple inches below its target; her left cheek was grazed, blood falling on her nightgown.
She screamed from fear and before her grandfather could stop her, she busted the window and freed herself.
Now she was running through town—a place she’d never even seen before... ~This is not good,~ she thought, nestling herself between a couple of garbage cans behind the old alehouse. ~Not good at all...~ At last she found herself able to sleep, though nightmares filled her head.
Chapter Four: Her Life Before
After a week in the streets, little Tabitha felt herself all the more scared. Her grandmother Elisabeth hadn't come for her; she hadn't seen the mayor at all... were they looking for her? Did they care about her? Those thoughts constantly found their ways into her head, and usually didn't find their ways out. Many times she could feel herself falling into the nightmares that haunted her each night.
One particular night, she could remember each detail of the day-to-day life in the Mourning house:
Each day, Elisabeth would wake her up late in the morning with a gentle nudge. The little half-demon would walk down the stairs to her spot at the table, where she would always find a nice meal of scrambled eggs.
These days she woke up to the rat-bites, leaning on the trashcan behind the alehouse. That's where she found her meals, sometimes if she were lucky she'd find a half-eaten chicken leg or a sandwich from the other night.
Then Tabitha would go into her room to play with her dolly. Grandmother had found an old dollhouse that her daughter used, and gave it to Tabitha.
Now she merely played around with the alley-cats, or walked around the streets.
After a few hours, she would take off her nightgown and pick out one of her old-fashioned dresses with ribbons and frills.
All she had was her nightgown. But as she walked around, thinking of this, she had the extreme luck of finding a black top-hat on the top of a garbage can; it was in great condition so... what harm would it do? She placed it on her head and looked in a waterpuddle. It suited her.
Then, at the end of the day, she would sit with her grandmother at the dinnertable, eating dinner, and go to bed before the mayor arrived home.
Now she went to bed whenever she wanted, and ate alone-- save the rats, cats, and the other beggars. She was alone now.
And liked it.
Chapter Five will be coming soon. This is as much as I have.
Tell me whatchu think of the return.
 Madame Tequila-chan · Thu Aug 09, 2007 @ 04:44pm · 4 Comments |
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