发信人: evilangelakasha(丽蒂雅)
整理人: fredrink(2001-02-28 13:32:28), 站内信件
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几个星期才写了这么一点.....
My name is Katina.
I have been living in a luxuriously decorated house since my husband's death. From then I become utterly silent.
He comes through the darkest of nights. The violinist plays under my window every night. His music haunts me in my dreams, penetrates my heart, and touches the most secret yet tender part of me.
He wants to tell me something: something about this house which has been weary and dreadful for decades. There is deadly trace in the air. I do not know its history, treasures and secrets that have been buried under the basement.
They may have been there for hundreds of years.
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I was born in the presence of darkness. It companioned me through my whole life. My mother told me that was because of my father. He used to belong to his god and his tribe, but never her. I had never seen him or his pictures. He was not of this world or another. He was the man who sacrificed for his tribe. He died on the altar before his god, who thirsted for blood, for life, and for so many things that I could not comprehend.
My father, he is in this story. But let me get back to where I started.
The violinist, he had a face of a man and the expression of a child. The burning desire in his eyes told me that he was isolated from the rest of the world, and that he wanted something from me.
Which is…?
I pulled my door open. The shadow projected to the wall of my house, lonely, yes, utterly lonely.
"What are you waiting for if you truly want something of me?" I asked him from a distance.
Slowly, he turned to me: "but it's not a selfish conduct."
Smile: "then?"
He sighed silently.
The walls built upon the boundaries of my heart shattered, falling apart with this heartbroken sigh.
He leaned forward, carefully placed his hands on his violin, and began to tell this story.
She died when she was 19, murdered by Countess Ophelia. Her blood was drained to the last drop, then become the elixir that keeps the countess forever young.
And her soul was trapped under the castle, for four hundred years.
He used to play for the countess. For him, music was nothing more than the flowing brilliance and the sound of heart, though tempting as the countess was, was created for his love the one and the only.
Her name was Angel.
"For four hundred year I couldn't help her, I can wait no more." He looked weary and bitter, "but I cannot lift the evil that befell her."
His eyes fixed in front of him. He was not human, merely a ghost of time, would soon disappear if faith was to collapse.
I wanted to say something, but my words were swallowed before I could say them.
It was love that made him possible; it was separation that made him suffer.
"Do you ever think of revenge?" I asked.
"For killing her? Its 400 years ago."
"But you suffered, didn't you? 400 year is too long for a burden like that."
"The dead does not remain. When I want to look back, I don't even know where to start."
"Then, why are you here?"
"The evil." He looked at me straight into my eyes, "I want her soul to be with me, not under the cold, dark castle."
A circle draws out life and death, crossed by happiness and sorrow, one tempting and the other indestructible.
A man stood on the top of altar. His eyes were burning like dark flame. He was wearing a white robe. Black hair dangled down his shoulders.
The priest began to chant:
For your love and compassion, we present blood and gratitude before you. Therefore the rain shall fall and we will survive even though death is inescapable.
The voice came through the air as vibrant as the burning fire around the shrine. The crowd gathered under the altar, their faces shining with perspiration, their heart filled with joy.
The man closed his eyes before his people. They came towards him to direct him into the circle of life and death.
He was the brave soldier. He never feared death. He feared only separation.
The girl they captured in the rain forest, who was lost in the alien land. They sent her down to him. A fragile girl, with immense eyes and pale smile, stood in the dark shadow in his room, a girl from another world. She did not understand his god. She trembles in fear.
She was like a capture angel, fallen to the earth, terrified by this world and its people. He looked at her, at the pale face and the black hair streaming down her thin shoulders. He eyes widened at his sight. The beautiful dark eyes focused on his face--the face of a man. He hands twisted the side of her cloth.
"Do not be afraid." He whispered tenderly, as in fear of scaring her by his tone.
The girl lowered her head, almost crying, "where am I?"
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Tell me, my father, if I belong to your land.
As it has been, it is not, and shall ever be.
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I kissed him goodbye when he died, at the moment of unknown. My wrapped him in my arms, as in fear of losing him. I wanted him to be warm when he went. But it didn't save him.
Take me with you, to the end of the earth.
He smiled at placed my hand on his heart.
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It beats for you.
It bleeds for you.
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He left me a vacant body, a house and the countless memories.
My tears were red, as blood.
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My name is Katina-- the name of a lost soul, a wandering past.
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I looked down my body. The blood was dripping. My eyes moved over the red-stained floor. Two girls' bodies hanged at the opposite side of the room. The death left a dreadful trace in the air, which I loved so much. My eyes were clear-green. My hair mingled with blood drops. The green flames that were my eyes burned during the darkest moments.
"What is death."
"The endless."
I heard my laughter, like a silver bell, awakened the night.
My eyes were closed. The warm light of candles shuddered. I came from where I belonged, and I stayed.
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