To plain sight, it was a perfect reflection...and yet...not.

"One for the fire, and I can come out, and we can talk."

"I think not."   She put the line of logic together, as much as this place had any to begin with.   She shuddered to think of what the fire would do.   The lights began to flutter nervously.

"He's coming!" they cried out at her.   ( Read more... )

I know I haven't posted in a while, and I've even left off in the middle of a few plot posts.  Most of you know I normally don't do that.  I will be writing again sometime soon.  Right now it just seems hard to do for Miria.  For starters, I've been very caught up in school and other games.  And to be honest, I'm having trouble finding reasons to ( Read more... )

She found herself in a strange place.   Miria was keenly aware of the quiet...no sound at all aside from her own movement on some kind of stone floor.  Perfectly smooth and grey.

Her attention was drawn to several things in her new surroundings.  The brightest source of light in this room was a sickly looking green fire in a pit in the center of ( Read more... )

It may have been silly, pathetic even, but diving behind the bed seemed the best thing to do at the time.   From her spot she watched as the familiar figure emerged from the hallway behind the mirror, that only she and those others with Sight could see.  He was moving fluidly with his violin, playing a strange haunting tune.   Nearer to the glass, ( Read more... )

Miria had often said that getting Kindred together to execute a plan, or to even form one, was much like herding cats.  This time she was pleasantly surprised when they easily agreed to the general idea.

It seemed relatively simple.  "Those who can astrally project will go with me through the mirror, using one of the Mirror Man's own openings... ( Read more... )

It was agony.  Burning, freezing both at once as she felt it slip through her skin as easily as a hot knife through butter.   She screamed and pulled away, but the man simply gripped her shoulder and pushed her to the ground, intent on keeping the knife embedded in her flesh.

Hoping that the light would repel him, she invoked the Aura as her blood ( Read more... )

Don't panic.

Don't panic.

He must have come through while I prayed.   Just talk.  Don't move.  Don't panic.  Just talk.   With the knife at her throat, she hoped that she could talk long enough for him to pull back.

It seemed to almost...hum...against her skin.   Something about it, and him, made her want to recoil, her very Beast screaming to ( Read more... )

"For light I go directly to the Source of light, not to any of the reflections.  ~Peace Pilgrim"

Violence in the city had skyrocketed.  There were more murders, more attacks, and more disappearances.  Dreams of violence continued, becoming more gruesome by the night.   Each night it became harder and harder for her to find peace in her evening ( Read more... )

Certainly it was not a case of having nothing to do.  There were always new things to paint, new books to read.   She still had the dreams to contend with, the mirrors and shadow creatures on the other side.

She certainly wasn't complaining over her lack of overt nemesis.  In fact, she was quite happy for it.   There was still the growth within ( Read more... )

When she finally heard from Faith, it was not to speak of the death of her sire, nor her concerns for her family, or even for vengeance on those who had acted... it would seem that strange things had befallen her once again.   
She remembered hearing of the sacrificed cat on the yew tree in her backyard.   But now, she was seeing black cats, moving ( Read more... )