/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\ =| T.Y.M.E. - Twisted Young Minds Expand | #44 by Krowe | 2/22/94 |= \=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/=\=/ Chronicles : Chapter ]I[ \=--------------------=/ Here is Chronicles chapter 3. After a long break, I guess you could say, I got off my lazy ass and wrote this. Its not as big as the other chapters, especially not the last one, but, what do I get for only working about the equvalent of two hours on it. Anyway, I already have chapter 4 in the works and vYrus should have it in his hands by the time this one is released into TYME. Well, the chapter begins where the last one left off. Elyssa and Gabriel our on thier way into Boston and they get a little sidetracked by an old aquaintance of hers. Previous text: Chronicles chapter II: Friendship Chronicles Chapter III: Night She takes me to Boston, the night is rich and full of wonderful sound. People bustling through the downtown streets, carriages jostling along. Elyssa is radiantly beautiful, the blonde hair, almost silken, angel-like she seems. The driver commands the horses to a slow trot, he dressed in all black like she and I. If there ever was a heaven, I am in it now. "What's wrong?" She asks of me. "What?" I reply, not paying attention, "Oh, nothing, nothing at all." "Does the beauty overwhelm you?" She smiles. "Yes," I say, "All of this never looked quite as it did when I was mortal." "Your saying its bland?" She says. "Oh, no!" I exclaimed, "Of course not. Everything seems so alive, its like I'm in a dream, everything is more beautiful than I could ever imagine! The sights and sounds are so much more vivid! Even the clopping of the horses is astonishing!" She laughs. "I know what your feeling." She says, "Its the same with every immortal. Your senses were heightened ten times more than when you were mortal. Everything takes on a new look and feel. Sex would probablly be much more satisfying if vampires could do such." "What do you mean, if vampires could do such?" I asked. "Well, females can have it, but, men cannot." She says. "And why is that?" I asked. "Well, the men can't get an erection. Not enough blood." She says, smiling. "How nice." I say sarcastically, "Let's move on to another subject, shall we?" She laughs again, amused at my disenchantment. We turn a corner, the carriage feels strange as it veers to turn. "Where are we headed?" I ask. "We are going to the theatre." She says, "Hamlet." "I've never seen that!" I say excited, "I've really wanted to! Whats it like?" "Perhaps you should see it for yourself." She tells me, "I wouldn't want to spoil it for you." I hear the horses start to slow, we abrubtly halt in front of a taverne. I ask her why we are stopping here, she replies by telling me that we have to feed if we are going to fit in with the people in the theatre. I look at my skin and notice that I am pale white. She tells me the blood will return my color. We pick off two vagrants easily while they stagger drunkenly down the street. After we are finished the carriage comes around and picks us up again. I find it strange how attentive her servants are. They seem to know where she is and when she wishes them to do what it is they do. We step into the carriage again and trot off to the theatre. We arrive early and take our seats. The noise in the gigantic room is overwhelming. I pick out one voice and cannot hear the rest. Some people are talking about the show, and how some of them have seen it so many times before. Some talk of problems at thier homes. Some just nothing truly interesting. I find it funny how so many peoples concerns and fears amount to truly nothing. The house lights dim and the actors come out. They say thier lines with true eloquence, if they mess up, they hide it particularly well. So many jumbles of color move through the actor's bodies. Pinks, whites, and reds. All in one jumble, the other vivid colors of thier costumes add to the effect. The hall seems to echo and reverberate thier every sound and move much clearly than I have ever heard, when I was mortal. They finish with the play, and I am truly ecstatic. I stand and applaud with everyone around me. Elyssa laughs happily and applauds with me. We empty out of the theatre and walk down the street. "So how did you like it?" She asks me. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "The sounds and the colors! Everything was so vivid and exciting! It was like I was at theatre for the very first time!" "So you enjoyed it?" She asks smiling. "Oh, yes!" I exclaim, "It was better than anything I have ever heard or seen!" She takes up my arm and we walk down the street even further. The night surrounds and envelops us, like a viel of beauty, everything seems to come alive to me now. Nothing has ever seemed so beautiful and enchanting as this life is to me now. I look over to Elyssa, her face is forlorn and sullen, she looks as if shes drawn away by something. "Elyssa," I say, "what is it? Whats wrong?" "No." She says suddenly. "Not now. Hurry run this way. And hope that he cannot find us!" She grabs me and we start running down the street. We push through the multitude of mortals, as they gasp and dodge us. We break into a clearing, no one around us. We stop and catch our breath. I look up further down the street and see someone walking toward us. A man in a long black coat, he has a walking stick and a top hat. She turns toward the man, he is a good twenty meters away. Elyssa grabs me again and turns to run the other way. But he is there, right in front of us blocking our path. He steps up to us. "Machere`," He says, thick with french accent, "it has been, so long." He smiles at us, and then with amazing quickness hits her across the head with his cane. She flies into a wall, knocked out. And then he turns to me. "Goodnight monsiuer." He says to me with a wicked grin, "Nice meeting you." Before I can react he does the same to me, only hitting me in the chest. I am sent soaring over the street with such force, I crash through the wall behind me. I get up and shake it off. I stagger out into the street. The man, and Elyssa are gone. Frantic I run through the streets, screaming for her. But to no avail. How beautiful is the night, and whole I feel, once more I am alone. End of Chapter 3. 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