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fellowshippers2005-03-26 09:02 pm
My Immortal
Author: Rutaari
Pairing: VigOrli
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None.
Summary: One-shot; A dark and stormy night...
It was such a night. Like one of those old classic pictures that began with a heavy rain and the silhouette of a decrepit fort against the blackberry sky, and the infamous introduction "it was a dark and stormy night." A night full of rain clouds and winds of fury, when every clap of thunder is like a drum beat in an empty hall, and the lightning as fluorescent bulbs as they begin to wear, flickering on and off with eerie aberration. The window panes shuddered in fear, the very foundation of our rustic home trembling right down to its base.
I sat huddled in the favorable old armchair beneath a weighty coverlet, as if it were the mightiest fortress and would shield me from any harm that may befall me. I felt foolish, hiding from the storm as would a small child, but for some reason this eve was different from the other tempests I had witnessed in my life. This one sent a chill right down to my very bones, to my very inner core. Something was not right.
The sky lit with the incandescent bolts of white fire, illuminating the world as if it were the brightest noon of day, an d I jumped as I saw a pair of large, white eyes flash outside the window, before realizing it was my own deathly reflection. My heart pounded like a thousand horses galloping through my chest, and my lungs constricted so that my breath came out shallow and icily cold.
The sound of the telephone yanked me from my hauntings, and I started and nearly knocked the receiver from the table as I clumsily leapt for the contraption.
"Hello?" I hoped the person did not notice the tremble in my voice.
"Is this a Mr. Orlando Bloom?"
"Yes… yes it is."
A bright light.
"Is this the Mr. Bloom who is the partner of a Mr. V. Mortensen?"
"Viggo? Yes… yes that’s me. Who is this?"
A loud clap of thunder.
"This is Officer M. Kelley. I’d like you to come to the LA Memorial Hospital, Mr. Bloom, if you may."
"What? What’s happened?"
Another crack.
"There’s been an accident."
Silence.
The storm outside continued to rage, to bash me all about the road as I drove frantically to my assigned destination. The deafening thunder hurt my ears and the white-hot lightning burned my eyes… or was that the tears of terror that threatened to spill down my cheeks? The torrents of rain beat at my car, accentuating the point that something was not right.
I raced through the rain into the hospital- had I parked the car?- and toward the front desk. No need, an officer was waiting for me at the entrance.
"Is he alright?"
A clap of thunder.
No.
"What’s wrong with him?"
The sky roared.
Now I had taken the form of the cruel storm. My tears came down like rain, my sobs howled like the thunder, my eyes flashed with anger and despair. I was lead- almost forcefully- into a room where I didn’t want to go, where they said you were, to tell them it was you, to confirm what they already knew. Could they not just let me be in peace? Could they not just let me wilt away to follow you? No… they would be heartless, would overlook my anguish.
I stood, weak in the knees and ready to collapse as I stared at the covered body, my breathing hitched and abnormal, my heart ready to surrender Life as soon as I saw it for myself.
Was I ready?
More thunder.
No.
The sheet came back with definite swiftness, revealing to me the body which lay beneath. I stared at the frozen and stiff form, the skin which had taken on such a ghoulish tinge, the limbs which lay immobile and permanent, fixed where they had been placed. The sandy colored hair was tousled and still wet from the rain, the lips slightly parted, as if ready to accept Death’s cold kiss. And oh! Those eyes… those mortal, lifeless eyes which stared back at me as if seeing into my very soul, the crystal blue like the clearest forest pool suspended in time.
Crack!
But it wasn’t you.
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For the love of all things Holy, Don't leave us hanging THERE!
*collapses in a heap*
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