Murder by Moonlight - Chapter 2, part 1-3
Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2003 7:48 pm
<center>Murder by Moonlight
by the Black Rose
Chapter 2</center>
Part 1
At this point in my story, reason and logic seemed to go out the window. I really shouldn't be held accountable for anything after this. But back to the Sanq and lady destiny.
She was wrapped in silver from head to toe. Silver sequins by the thousands glittered underneath the stage lights. Silver gloves hugged her arms up passed her elbows and silver dust made her shine.
Light blue eyes met my gaze and a smile curved those glossy, red lips. At least, I thought she was looking at me. A quick glance to my left showed me everything I didn't want to see: Zechs, virtually entranced, stared up at the woman on stage. And I loathed him even more.
His girl. She had to be. In a place like this, with her being--
But she couldn't be Nines's granddaughter. I knew Nines. He was a large man with brown hair so dark it looked almost black, caramel-colored skin, and deep set hazel eyes that were so cold he couldn't possibly have fathered anyone who knew what compassion was.
So Merquise was two-timing this girl. Both girls. Not uncommon, but for some reason, the thought made me sick. Though I knew better than to get involved.
Her song finished to a round of applause. She had a good voice - not as soft or as high as I would have thought, but sweet, smooth, and obviously well-trained. She was no Billie Holiday or Ella Fitgerald, but with her looks, she could easily make some money in this town.
She left the stage, and I turned back around to see my prime rib getting cold on the table. Zechs had already cut in to his, and I noted the new glass of club soda to the right of my plate.
I was a sucker, plain and simple, for that girl. I could only hope never to meet her, or I'd probably end up getting myself killed with that kind of lack of concentration. I grimaced, and hoped Zechs hadn't noticed.
"So, about that favor?"
"I want you to protect her," he said without looking up.
//to be continued//
by the Black Rose
Chapter 2</center>
Part 1
At this point in my story, reason and logic seemed to go out the window. I really shouldn't be held accountable for anything after this. But back to the Sanq and lady destiny.
She was wrapped in silver from head to toe. Silver sequins by the thousands glittered underneath the stage lights. Silver gloves hugged her arms up passed her elbows and silver dust made her shine.
Light blue eyes met my gaze and a smile curved those glossy, red lips. At least, I thought she was looking at me. A quick glance to my left showed me everything I didn't want to see: Zechs, virtually entranced, stared up at the woman on stage. And I loathed him even more.
His girl. She had to be. In a place like this, with her being--
But she couldn't be Nines's granddaughter. I knew Nines. He was a large man with brown hair so dark it looked almost black, caramel-colored skin, and deep set hazel eyes that were so cold he couldn't possibly have fathered anyone who knew what compassion was.
So Merquise was two-timing this girl. Both girls. Not uncommon, but for some reason, the thought made me sick. Though I knew better than to get involved.
Her song finished to a round of applause. She had a good voice - not as soft or as high as I would have thought, but sweet, smooth, and obviously well-trained. She was no Billie Holiday or Ella Fitgerald, but with her looks, she could easily make some money in this town.
She left the stage, and I turned back around to see my prime rib getting cold on the table. Zechs had already cut in to his, and I noted the new glass of club soda to the right of my plate.
I was a sucker, plain and simple, for that girl. I could only hope never to meet her, or I'd probably end up getting myself killed with that kind of lack of concentration. I grimaced, and hoped Zechs hadn't noticed.
"So, about that favor?"
"I want you to protect her," he said without looking up.
//to be continued//