Saturday, August 13, 2011

Vivianna Spark

      Vivianna peeked her head through the door, her hair falling out of her barely-there bun, her dark, ink-like curls bouncing and retracting. Her milky skin hollowed around her dimple, as her white teeth flashed. She murmured,"Are you quite finished?" Quinn raised her head, to reveal blood trickling down in a stream of crimson blood, swirling around in the purple skirt she was wearing. She glared, and nodded. Vivianna stepped in the room quietly, closing the door without making a sound. She didn't fancy March or Kallista hearing. She sat down in front of the little girl with her legs crossed. Quinn's bright bows were slipping, her ponytail in danger of sliding down in front of her face, where it would undoubtedly fall into the pit of blood that used to be her nose. Vivianna said nothing, simply not caring. She leaned in,"What did you see?"
"I saw butterflies and rainbows."
"Of course not, you idiot."
Quinn glared, and Vivianna shrugged.
"So," she continued,"What did you really see?"
      Quinn sighed, and raised her head, with the air of a person reciting a poem or song. She closed her eyes, and opened her lips,"She is being created. With symbols of darkness etched into her skin, and hair or palest blonde. Eyes of blackest black, and words of purest evil. She has risen, and will fight Lord Vile in a battle of darkness. Worlds of thought and meaning will collapse, and people from all over will rise and fight each other." Vivianna spoke quickly,"How can she be stopped?" Quinn did not open her eyes, or make a move that would show she even acknowledged Vivianna spoke. She whispered,"I cannot see. You can ask the man, though, the man who created her. Craven." Vivianna looked down at her hands, thinking hard.
     She had a new target.
      She just needed to find him.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Vivianna Spark

     Vivianna was looking for a girl. A young girl around the age of 20. She had never seen this girl, but she knew her name. Meloncholia. She never liked that name. There had been rumours, that Valkyrie Cain was going to be the Death Bringer. The one who was going to demolish the walls of death and living, and fight with Lord Vile, the villain who had supposedly come back to exact his revenge. Vivianna was comfortable with Valkyrie being the Death Bringer. She pityed the girl, for it was an excruciating journey, but she had met Valkyries mentor. Skulduggery Pleasant was a wonderful fellow, he had made Vivianna laugh many, many times. She had even known his family, and had privately mourned when Serpine killed them all. Then Skulduggery came back. Vivianna was the first to have seen him. He was mostly silent, and talked only when spoken to, the bare minimum. Vivianna saw the rage in him, she could feel it when he spoke. She knew rage well, having felt it so many times. She did not blame him, for she had felt the pain of having your family killed in front of you.
      There was a flash in her mind, of white and swirling black, she heard screams and a little girl crying, sobbing in the corner....
       Viviannas eyes snapped open. She scolded herself for thinking about it. But now, there was a new girl, a new Death Bringer. It was told that Craven, a man Vivianna was very cold to, had made her. It was Viviannas mission to make sure she didn't become her foretold destiny.
       And she was going to make sure it did not come true.
      Quinn sat in the middle of the room, fingers on temples. March and Kallista sat, watching her. Quinn peeked an eye open.
"What are you staring at?" Quinn said.
 Kallista furrowed her brows,"Aren't you reading the future?"
Quinn scoffed,"No you fool, i'm just massaging my head."
Kallista lowered her eyes,"Oh."
Quinn closed her eyes again, and rubbed her head. She had a massive headache, for the job Vivianna requested her to do, was becoming increasingly harder to do by the minute. March looked wary,"Do your job. Vivianna wanted us here to make sure you-" But Quinn innturrupted her,"I know why your here!" She snapped. March glared, but closed her mouth all the same. Quinn took a deep breath, then snatched another candie from the bowl next to her. The second it came in contact with her tounge, Quinn relaxed. She smiled, and then Vivianna Spark walked in the room. Her future blocked the other one, and Quinn shrieked,"Get out! What are you doing! You're blocking it! Leave!" They all hurried into the other room, and Quinn sighed. She tried to reach for the future, but it dissapeared at her grasp.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

OK, news flash

  Guys, i really like answering everyones comments.
(Translation-comment more xD)
  But i can not comment :( So.
  If i wanna reply to a comment, im gonna have to post it -.-
So here goes! :
      Skyril, to your most recent comment, about the speed of my writing:
LOL, I am a speed reader. I wonder if that affects how fast I write. Its really rather intresting.

Vivianna Spark

    Skyril Oblivion was 12 years old when she ran away from home. She didn't remeber why. She didnt know her parents. Her life had made her strong. Her hardships had made her near indestructibility. But there was a pull at her heart, and she knew why and what it was. She missed him. She missed his kindness, and his sympathy, and his warm humor. Vivacious Fog was almost her father. He was as good as. On her 25th birthday, Springheeled Jack had killed him. She remebered the wicked grin, the flash of silver, and her anguished screams. She laid by his corpse for who knows how long.
    She always knew Springheeled had a grudge against him. But she never thought he would actually get him. Vivacious was her warrior, her strong protector. He had saved her once, and he could save himself, couldnt he? Thats what she thought. She never knew she could be wrong.

    For years she tryed to become more powerful. But she just wasnt strong enough yet to face him off. And her need for vengeance, her need for revenge, had flared and sharpened over the years. So she went to find someone. She had heard the whispers, and followed them to her. Vivianna Spark. Her powers were legendary. She could tug at your emotions, make you weak, then transform into a demon. Skyril had never seen her in action, but she had heard rumours. Her hair would catch flame, shooting around her skull dangerously. Her nails would grow and sharpen and harden. Her eyes would flash white, and her opponent would be dead.
   No problem.
   She also was an Elemental, Adept, and Necromancer. Skyril had no idea how it was even possible. It defied every law everyone stood for. But thats what made her so dastardly. She was a killer, and no one knew how, but she was the best. So she finally found her, and she was going to do it.
   Springheeled Jack was going to die.
     Vivianna was busy enough. She didnt need revenge-hungry children to come to her with sob stories. But she had a grudge against this particular murderer, and she'd been looking for a reason. Now, instead of waiting for Jack to come to her, she could come to him.
      She was looking foward to that bit.

Vivianna Spark

    Vivianna smiled. The meeting with Kallista and March was an accomplishing one. It was like putting a piece of a puzzle together. It felt good. But now here she was, walking along a dark, vancant street, her bare feet springing up so she could grip the pole hanging on the wall. She swung herself and flipped over the pole. She landed in a crouch on the roof of the white house. Gepard Valk watched her. She looked for the tell-tale signs of him collapsing, his emotions being to strong for him to control. But he didn't. She frowned, then flipped her hair. He arched an eyebrow. She bared her teeth,"Why aren't you falling?" He tilted his head,"Metaphorically or realistically?", His voice was devoid of human emotion. She glared,"We've never met. You should be falling in love." He shrugged,"I dont have emotions. Dont take it personally." She frowned to herself. Her whole plan was to have him fall under her charms, her ability to have people fall in love with her at first glance. Now that it was obvious he wouldnt, she needed to think of a new plan. "I need you to kill a Vampire." He stood, his dark hair falling over his eyes. "Fine." She stared.
"Thats....Thats all?" She blinked.
He nodded,"Just tell me who."
Vivianna stared. "Uh...OK. Kursan Blud. He lives in a shack, up-" But Gepard raised a hand. Vivianna glared. She didnt like being intturupted. This man had nerve. He spoke,"I just need a name. I will inform you when hes dead. Good bye." He fliped backwards, and vanished into the dark. Vivianna glared. She deduced she didnt like this man.
     The girl had deep black hair. The purple streaks glinted and popped agianst the onyx. Her green eyes pierced through Vivianna, but she was far from threatened. Vivianna smiled,"And who might you be?" The girl opened her mouth, her red lips bright against her pale face. She was pretty, in a childish sort of way. "Im Skyril Oblivion. Ive heard about you. Your legendary." Viviannas smirked, and eyed the girl,"Legendary, eh? Thats a new one on me. What do you want?" Skyril blinked, trying to force down the odd roar of emotions erupting at the sight of this beautiful woman. She looked away, and raised a hand to her head self consiously. "I need you to kill someone." Vivianna grinned,"Sounds like fun. Who? You look like a nice girl. You sure you want to go through with this. You could make yourself some enemies." Skyril glared,"I can take care of myself." Vivianna arched her eyebrows,"Hmm...OK then. Who is this unfortunate fellow?"
Skyril gritted her teeth, and spat,"Springheeled Jack. He needs to die."

Vivianna Spark

   March was an Adept, and a powerful one at that. She could shape shift, into any form she desired. Her and Vivianna had fought together before, and though Mar didnt know it, they were going to do it again. March smiled tentatively,"Hello, Vivianna. Its been a while. How've you been?" Vivianna frowned. She just didnt do small talk. She found it annoying and virtually useless. What was the point of it, she mused to herself many times. March's smile widened. While Vivianna didn't consider them actual friends, she liked Mar-Chu, and all she stood for. Anyone else saw March's happy, bubbly personality, but Vivianna had seen (On many occasions) the dark side that could rip out. Vivianna appreciated that. Bubbly was so...So boring.
   Vivianna wiggeled her thumbs, and March laughed,"You still do that." Vivianna arched an eyebrow. She was about to speak when the air rippled around her. She whipped around. She saw Kallista there, her dark hair not thrown up, as it usually was, but whipping around her face.Vivianna recoiled. Something was wrong. "What happened, Kallista?" Kallista glared.
"I didnt get the information. Sorry, mate." Her voice was bitter, and Vivianna frowned,"Wheres your sword?" She blinked. "He took it. I have my fan though." There was a flash as she twirled the Japanese fan around, the one Vivianna always thought was so lovely. Mar squealed,"Ooh." Kallista grinned. Vivianna shook her head and muttered,"Toddlers." The comment went unnoticed by Kallista, who was busy showing off, or March, who was busy enjoying it. Vivianna waited, and tapped her foot. Then she cleared her throat. They ignored her. Vivianna growled, and leaned forward and plucked the Fan from her grip. Kallista frowned,"Oi!" Vivianna smirked, and tossed her back the Fan. Mar stopped squealing, and glumly turned toward Vivianna. She blinked, like she was waking up from a dream, and said,"You smell....Like sweets." Vivianna coughed,"Do I now?" March narrowed her eyes,"You've been with Quinn. Havent you?" Vivianna thought about denying it, then shrugged,"Yup." Kallista looked at Mar,"Whats wrong with Quinn? Quinns cute" Vivianna frowned,"Quinn is a brat." Kallista rolled her eyes,"You think all children are brats."

Vivanna Spark

     Quinn drew the lollipop out of her mouth slowly, savoring the sweet taste of the sugar. Her large round eyes blinked once, and the woman in front of her smirked. Quinn plopped the lollipop back in her mouth, swirling it around. The woman spoke,"Hullo, Quinnera." Quinn glared"Quinn. Call me Quinn." The lady smirked again,"However." Quinn could almost feel the future of this one. She didn't even have to try. Quinn smiled, and twirled the ribbon in her hair.
"My fee for future is usually 30 candies." She said,"But I don't like you. So 35." The woman rolled her eyes and stepped closer,"I don't want my future. I need someone else's future. Could you do that?" Quinn raised an eyebrow, and the lady pulled out a large bag of sweets, turning it over and spilling them on the floor. Quinn squealed in delight and clapped her hands,"Of course I can."
         Vivianna sprinted away from the building, her mission with Quinnera (though she despised that name) had been a success. Her bare feet sprang up and down. She could barely conceal the grin on her face. Luckily for her, March had already promised to help her, and as such she would be in Vivianna's apartment in mere moments. All she needed was for Kallista to tell her the whereabouts of the new Necromancer girl, and her plan would fall perfectly.
  She had an army at her fingertips. She could not fail.
         Her unnatural speed made her a blur, passing mortals hadn't a hope of catching a glance. She reached the building, and twirled gracefully into a crouch. She laid a pale palm on the side of the wall, and a circle of symbols appeared around her hand. If anyone else tried that, they would be disintegrated. A door appeared, and she walked through it. She wiped her feet on the place mat, and felt the air shimmer. She smiled,"Hello Mar." A pretty girl stepped into the light, her flaming red hair popping in Vivianna's black eyes. While Vivianna's eyes were as black as raven, hers were a piercing blue.