Post by mackenzie on Apr 14, 2010 8:01:42 GMT -5
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It was dark; but when was it not dark? If they weren’t stuck inside in windowless buildings, they were outside during the only time the vampires could really emerge without their retinas burning off from the sun. Mackenzie could barely remember what natural light looked like, but fortunately she was a night-lover and enjoyed seeing the small spots of light that scattered the sky and kept the silver moon company. The confining velvety blackness would have been more welcoming if it weren’t for all the artificial lighting that emitted from every shop and lamppost that illuminated the vast area outside of Mackenzie’s boarding house. She was more reluctant to leave than usual, the phobia that she thought she had been beating down slowly and steadily took an unexpected rise and stood like a concrete wall between inside and out. She had almost concluded that her recreation time would be spent stewing in her boarding house when another girl hurried past her and Mackenzie stumbled out into the cool dark air. The short step into the outdoors had not killed her, nor had it rendered her lungs incapable of functioning, so she continued.
Her body slithered past the sturdy walls of building, remaining within the more enclosed places rather than subjecting herself to the wide empty space where the majority of people strolled casually, unaware of her inner torment that battled against her rational side. Mack didn’t know where exactly she was heading, only that she would continue until her body fought strongly enough against her to halt her in her tracks. She forced a smile, albeit a small one, to try and release the endorphins that were supposed to improve her mood and relax her body. Instead it made her feel more insecure as her fellow breeders gave her peculiar and sometimes wary glances as though they assumed she were plotting something. The vampires ignored her for the most part, which was just as well, as Mackenzie (like many other breeders) held a strong impulsive hatred towards the foul creatures that kept them locked in what only could be considered as cages.
The gentle breeze ruffled through her long hair, a few strands of her delicate brunette locks whipped against her face, tickling her skin. A dark cloud begun its task to block out the bright half moon above, dimming the natural light further as Zie halted in her tracks to gaze up across the street and towards the large overwhelming building that was the library. She felt truly insignificant to the building that stood in front of her, knowing that inside the strong brick walls there were thousands of books contained on shelves upon shelves. Reading was one of her hobbies, she enjoyed how the words flowed off the page and into her imagination to create scenes that were different to each person who read them. Her heart was beginning to beat furiously as the sudden realisation of the task in hand, that she would have to leave the shelter of the building she was standing beside to cross the street. It felt like the air was thickening, condensing, around her as though the outside was crushing her. It was an impossible notion, Mackenzie knew that, but it didn’t prevent the feeling overcoming her in a way that made her want to assume the foetal position.
The longer she toyed with the thought, the worse she felt. Without thinking, her feet were moving, and within an instant she was on the other side of the street and standing in front of the library. She didn’t know what possessed her to take a step into the fearsome open area, but she was paying for it as she stared at the great building. Swiftly, she ran towards the door, pushing at it frantically as she sought confinement. The door didn’t move. Panic. Her mind was running too fast to notice whether the door was actually locked or just a b it stuck, but it wouldn’t have mattered either way as she was determined to get inside. It took the entire weight of her body to force the door open and she almost went unceremoniously flying into the quiet sanctuary. Her instinct moved her towards the nearest flight of stairs, which she practically flew up as she searched for a perfectly small place to hide. The narrowest corridor between book shelves was stacked with textbooks with titles that Mack didn’t read as she tore them down, and once on the floor, begun to build a miniature fortress. Her hands moved meticulously, carefully placing one book on top of the other and until she had created four short walls, in which Mackenzie sat in the centre of like a child playing a game. She felt safe. Her breathing was still rapidly leaving her lips, but a sense of ease was gradually embracing her as though the fortress of books had provided her with a safety blanket in which nothing could touch her. It was a bad assumption.
TAGGED; annabeth elise porter
STATUS; finished!
WORDS; 834
LYRICS; “thank you for the venom” by mcr
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NOTES;hope it’s an okay start (:[/SIZE] [/blockquote]