Thread: Forgotten ; A HÃ«llvÃ«n series (Me/yoursoul)

All rights to this role play belong to the following O l l i x x x x x yoursoulisinmycloset The whispers stopped. Engulfed in darkness, I knew I was. I could feel the darkness on my skin and tingling all throughout my insides looking for my soul to shake it. But something told me this darkness couldn't touch my soul. Couldn't touch me even though it felt like it was. But something or someone kept whispering in my ear, Give in to the darkness. Let all your sssenses go! It was odd and frightening. But this was not the male's voice I heard earlier calling for me to come find him. That he needed me and my embrace. Even though I didn't want to admit that I should have ignored the senses that had told me to walk into this dark place, I knew I couldn't. I felt like a puppet on strings, or a wind up doll. But he, whoever he was and wherever he was, for whatever reason. He was calling to me. To me! No amount of whispering voice that wasn't his could force me to subcome to the darkness. Besides, the darkness is the bad side. Right? One again. I was wrong. I didn't know this because I told myself 'You are so wrong!'. I knew this because I heard his voice again. His voice shook me away from the startling voice that was whispering in my ear to let into the darkness I felt engulfing me. Like I was floating in a never ending sea of darkness. Darkness does not always equal evil, as Light does not always equal good. Then again. Maybe this was a dream and I had designed him for my own personal wants and needs. I remembered reading that line from a certain series that had drawn me in very deeply. The House of Night series. It had been an interesting cluster of books. But I felt that if I had been Zoey Redbird. I would have done a lot of things differently. Hah. I'm dreaming. I breathed. Eerie silence followed my echoing words. This is all just a figment of my imagination. Nothing can really hurt me here. I'm perfectly safe and I'll wake up if something bad happens. I spoke softly to myself. I should turn around and get out of here. I turned on my heals, still clutching my eyes closed, and moved forward to the door. NO! The screaming voice boomed into my ears and rooted me in place. I heard the loud BOOM outside and the loud THUD of the door in front of me from his angry voice. He didn't even have to say what he wanted me to do next. I simply turned around, and opened my eyes. There was nothing there of course. Only darkness, completely pitch black darkness. I could hear my own shaky breathing. But I didn't hear his voice again. Suddenly, a room formed around me. There was dark maroon colored walls, the edging on the walls was black as well as the stair case to my right. The carpet was also black and down from the ceiling hung a black Victorian chandelier. The hall way seemed to be never ending and died into the darkness. There was only the way up the black stairs into darkness, or down the long halls into darkness. I stood still.Slowly voices started in my ears but I saw no one. But I've had plenty dreams where that was a normal occurrence for me. But this felt different than all the other dreams I've had before this. I felt alone. Like I was living in some kind of reminder that I didn't fit in and my attempts in life didn't matter. It felt like I had been, forgotten . Then people, or what was in the shape of figures of people, black silhouettes appeared around me. They walked past me, laughing and giggling and going behind me. I turned around to face the endless stream of the hall. But the silhouettes turned and vanished into the maroon walls. I felt confused. Besides that I couldn't understand their language! It was like I was in a foreign country and invisible with a sight impairment! But then the figures shifted so I could see what they were. Some of them were just piles of rags, others were wrapped in cloaks. I even saw one man that towered above the others walking through the hall with a little blind girl. He had been stitched together with many different shades of flesh and his lips almost sown fully shut so he could barely talk above gurgling. But the blind girl in the silver cloak was smiling and holding his hand, she was beautiful. But I only got a glimpse of her long flowing brunette hair before she vanished into the wall with the monster. The clothed beings were made from billowing rags that waved around like a fan was forever turned on them. Their rags were made from different shades of purples and blues and a glowing jewel hung out from the right side of their rag heads. It floated in the air an odd green color. The rags, the trenches in between them that were their bodies, also had the odd glowing aura inside them that shown like a fire fly. Only more intense like a light bulb. There were other more sexual looking creatures. They had weird black markings of intercate sharp points that ran under their cheekbones and traveled upward but were masked by the hood of their cloaks. Their skin was a murky gray blue and it shimmered like the scales of a snake, metallically. The color of their lips blended in with the rest of their skin which formed a line on their half exposed face. Their lips were parted in gaps as though they were using their mouths to breath. But I knew they weren't. I saw the blur of snow white faces blur past me down the hall. Some pale faces had weird glowing green symbols on them. This I noticed as they passed by as well. They all passed me like I wasn't even there! I wanted to scream at them to make them notice me. This ignoring me was driving me insane! Then everyone vanished into the hall or into the walls like they were going to be late to a class they were taking. Class? That's right. I noticed the feeling now. This felt like a school. Even though it was dark and creepy, it still felt safe and inviting. I felt like I belonged here. Even though everyone seemed to ignore me like I didn't exist. This felt like the home I had been missing for so so long. The home that had been taken away from me not too long ago. But then, this place made me feel empty inside. This place, this false home, could never replace two major parts of my home that was missing. My mom and dad. There you are! I turned around to face a cluster of cloaked figures. They were tall things that towered over me with little effort. In fact, I do believe some of them were slouching so I felt less intimidated by their presence. They moved aside to let a hunched over figure move closer to me. It looks old and warn out, and unfortunately, it still towered over me. It hands clutched tightly at the glowing ark blue orb that was wrapped as a handle in the thick black wood of a tree. At the end of the staff, or walking cane, it moved into a small point with a flat surface so it sat evenly on the ground. The hand that clutched the glowing orb was wrinkled and old with long pretty nails that curved around the orb. It had to be an elder woman's hand. It was too small and brittle looking to be a man's hand. I quickly noted that this old woman was the smallest of the motionless group. Her cloak was long and flowing and matched the color of the glowing orb. The cloak shifted softly as though their was a bit of a breeze hitting her just enough to make the cloak move but nothing else. The figures behind her all had their hoods up and shadowed their faces. Their cloaks were of a dark moss green and were as shinny and silky as the old ladies. Only one cloak from the whole group stood out from me, but it was in the distance and the figures parted like the red sea to let this beautiful, graceful, metallic silver cloak through. I watched as it danced behind the wearer as the wearer drew ever closer to me. We've been waiting for you... The old crinkly soft voice of the old woman made me snap my attention to her. I turned around, searching desperately for the person she must be talking to. After all, just moments before I hadn't existed in this strange dream. I'd only been a specter, been here to observe. But there was no one there, only the black and loneliness of the halls behind me. I heard her old rattled chuckling and I turned around gawking at her. You can see me?... My voice was weak and shaky, but at the same time I was hoping for a certain answer. She leaned her head down to get a better look at me. But I still only saw the blackness of an endless pit where her face should have been Why wouldn't we? Her voice grazed against my skin and sent chill after chill throughout my body. I stood motionless. Before I could even open my mouth to reply, the air busted in front of me in a trail. I was wrapped in darkness with a sweet strong embrace. MY body was hoisted off the ground and I heard the soft sweet sigh of relied come whistling out from a male's lips. Could this be him? The man that had drawn me here? My heart accelerated and I smiled against the darkness, my face had been pressed firmly in his chest. No, it's not him. This is not him... my conscious awoke my happy squeals and made them silent. Oh! My dear Snowflake! You have returned to me once more! His voice was but a whistling whisper as he cradled in his arms. I stared at the covered up neck before my eyes felt heavy. This wasn't him! But then, how did he know my full first name? He is not me...be patient my love, we will meet again soon... I heard his deep sexy voice mumble just to me. All the other noises were drowned out by his voice, the voice that had drawn me here, and I slowly wondered if any of them could have possible have heard him. I opened my mouth to ask, but as I did. I found I had fallen asleep.