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Post by Sara_Jayne on Jul 20, 2002 4:23:23 GMT -5
You know Kath you really are talented... really really. ^_^
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Post by Sondra Roswin on Jul 20, 2002 15:44:52 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]lovely Kath, you write beautifuly[/glow]
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Post by superstitious13 on Jul 20, 2002 22:40:23 GMT -5
bravo bravo.....*laughs* i just LOVE it kath!!
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Katharina Lioncourt
Slytherin Alumni
"Why? Because I love her more than life." -Severus Snape, in reply to Everett Sarandon's challenge.
Posts: 523
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Post by Katharina Lioncourt on Aug 13, 2002 1:39:06 GMT -5
Temple of Dendara Egypt
Everett sat alone, perched nimbly on one of the Hathor-headed pillars. Somewhere below him Katharina slept in his sarcophagus, her linen sheath no match for the frigid desert night. For the first time in a long while, Everett was glad of his immortality-- he could not feel the cold.
He scowled into the darkness and up at the stars. He had gone to Lestat and insisted on moving forward the wedding, raged that it was unnecessary for Katharina to finish school. He had assumed Lestat would agree, that the father would pull his daughter away from Hogwarts at the earliest convenience.
Truth be told, Everett wanted her immortal as soon as possible. Something in that infernal professor’s eyes told Everett that the man was gathering strength to fight for this girl... and Everett didn’t want him to have the chance.
Lestat, however, had been unconcerned. He had looked out his window at the gathering storm with an infuriating smile on his face. “Everett, you surprise me,” was all he’d said. And then, after a long moment, “Tell me, Old Friend, is this about love, or is it about winning?”
Everett hissed at the memory. At the time he’d growled that the question was completely ridiculous. In reality, Lestat had had no idea how close he’d come to the truth.
Katharina was perfectly beautiful; Everett wouldn’t argue that. She was poised and musically talented. Unfortunately, however, it was obvious she’d been over-educated. Had he known she was to be his wife, he would have forbidden her schooling entirely. There was nothing worse than a woman who believed she was equal to her husband. Everett sighed. Well, at least he would have an eternity to correct her behavior.
It wasn’t only the girl, however. Lestat had a fortune he planned to bequeath on his daughter as soon as she wed. And with the exception of power, there was nothing Everett loved more than money. So when Lestat offered Everett the chance to get Katharina out of the castle and away from that professor, Everett had jumped at it. Now, it was only a matter of time before he could get the searchers off his tail and make the girl immortal earlier than planned. He hadn’t met with Lestat in a long while, and was now making his own decisions... which he preferred.
As for the professor? Everett gave a dismissive snort. “We’ll see if he still wants his charge once she is a vampire.”
***
Somewhere in the Sahara
"Dendara," Sondra said with certainty. "It has to be. Otherwise they're just out in the middle of the desert, which I doubt."
"I would sell my living soul for a cold shower," Abby put in from her perch on the back of a large camel. She scratched the back of her neck with dirty fingernails. "But then again I don't think I'll ever be clean."
"We can stop for showers in Cairo," McGonagall said from where she rode at the head of the group. "But not for sleep. We don't have time for that."
"That's the first sensible thing you've said in a while," Snape grumbled, almost to himself. Although she pitied him immensely, Abby was finding it harder and harder to deal with his terrible mood. Remembering everything she'd heard at Delphi, she glared at Lestat. His blonde hair was white in the moonlight and the smile he flashed her was almost a neon blue. She shuddered and looked away.
"The sun will be up soon," Fox said blandly, causing Lestat to eye the horizon. She gave him a superior little smile. "You'd better get back in that coffin thing."
***
Temple of Dendara
"I need the coffin."
Katharina blinked open her eyes and painfully sat up. "Grugh," she managed to say, and Everett raised an eyebrow at her.
"You," he said honestly, "are even astoundingly attractive when you first wake up. If my state of being didn't depend on it I'd let you sleep and you know that.”
“Spare me the compliments,” was her cold reply. “And as for your state of being, you chose to be what you are. I have no pity for--”
She choked as he lifted her a foot off the ground, his left hand firmly around her slender neck. “I wouldn’t say those things, if I were you. You may or may not receive the same choice.”
Shoving her to the ground and eyeing one of the men who stood silently to the side, Everett said, “Tie her up.” To Katharina, he added, “You try my patience.”
As she was forced to her feet, Katharina rubbed her sore neck and hissed at him, “My father will never ask me to marry a man as cruel as you are.”
Everett laughed, a huge belly laugh that frightened both Katharina and the birds that nested in the temple. A flock of fluttering wings rose from various crevaces in the stone and flew to a nearby palm tree. “My dear girl,” Everett said, “Your father might not have a choice anymore.”
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Post by superstitious13 on Aug 22, 2002 19:51:30 GMT -5
i feel extremely repetitive but MORE MORE MORE!
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Post by Sondra Roswin on Nov 9, 2002 18:33:37 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]NOTICE: our beloved Kath is returning soon. so please stay turn for another chapter of kath's story.[/glow]
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Post by superstitious13 on Nov 10, 2002 17:27:39 GMT -5
she better hurry her butt up.....i may just have to read it over again.....WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?!
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Katharina Lioncourt
Slytherin Alumni
"Why? Because I love her more than life." -Severus Snape, in reply to Everett Sarandon's challenge.
Posts: 523
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Post by Katharina Lioncourt on Dec 1, 2002 0:41:10 GMT -5
Temple of Dendara
Sondra stood, staring blankly out at the expanse of the Egyptian landscape. In the distance, vultures were circling over some unfortunate animal. The sun had set mere minutes before.
"How is he so damnably fast?" Fox growled from behind her. Abby was sitting at Fox’s feet, resting her head back against her friend‘s legs.
"Who cares," Abby grumbled. "The bastard."
"Well," came the exhausted voice of Albus Dumbledore from behind the students. He was leaning heavily on his cane as he neared them. "What now, Sondra?"
She closed her eyes and searched with her mind, desperately hoping for something... anything...
<PAIN aching back getting the stone in place sting of a whip between shoulder blades> <FEAR large wooden stakes jutting from the ground bodies twisting writhing screaming begging> <the cruel laugh of a man with his mouth full of food> <whispers of a single word... "Tepes">
She opened her eyes and yelped. "Professor," she managed after a long silence, "I don't know where they are, but wherever it is, a whole lot of people have died there."
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Post by superstitious13 on Dec 1, 2002 9:21:56 GMT -5
finally Kath...im so glad you started writing again. Waiting for you to go on has been like waiting for the 5th harry potter book....*laughs* but its wonderful...
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Post by Sara_Jayne on Dec 1, 2002 20:14:55 GMT -5
hehe is the part we talked about comming next? And I cant believe you chose the person you did to win, I thought for sure it would be... hehe ^_^
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Katharina Lioncourt
Slytherin Alumni
"Why? Because I love her more than life." -Severus Snape, in reply to Everett Sarandon's challenge.
Posts: 523
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Post by Katharina Lioncourt on Dec 5, 2002 4:33:07 GMT -5
Part Twelve Somewhere in Romania
The sun was about to set, and Katharina Lioncourt could not possibly be less happy about it.
In a small village outside Tirgoviste, she had found a local landlady and begged for clothes more fitting for the icy clime of eastern Europe. In payment she offered the solid gold snake that had coiled around her arm in Egypt. At the time, she'd thought the place unbearably hot. Now, she wished for any measure of heat... wished for her wand... wished for home.
Her white linen sheath was crumpled in a heap on the floor of the small room, and she eyed it with distaste. Now, clad in blue jeans and a white cashmere sweater, she was unable to imagine wearing so little and not freezing to death. She pulled the heavy, wool-lined leather coat from the bed and wrapped herself in it, and found herself craving a cup of Minerva McGonagall's cocoa.
So it happened that, when Everett Sarandon entered the room where she had been so comfortably moping, Katharina was not in the most welcoming of moods.
"This... is... ludicrous!" she cried, punctuating her words with flying articles of Egyptian jewelry that she grabbed from the floor. "I want... to go... home!" Everett dodged the jewelry, which clattered harmlessly to the floor behind him. He quickly crossed the room to her and held out his hands. "Beloved..."
"Do NOT call me that," she snapped, and huddled deeper into her coat. She had held her reserve for so long, and was embarrassed at the pace at which it was unraveling. She was now, suddenly, close to tears. "I'm sick of this demented game. I don't care what you think you‘ll get out of this. Do you hear me? I don't care. It's over, Everett."
Everett rolled his eyes and pulled a white lace handkerchief from his sleeve. He tossed it almost carelessly at her. Without so much as a glace at the offered lace, Katharina wiped her nose on her sleeve. Then, in a new fit of fury, she grabbed the handkerchief, balled it up, and threw it at Everett's head.
Everett caught it effortlessly and returned it to its rightful place in his sleeve. He eyed her with a disgusted look on his face. "Do stop soon, will you? I hate these ridiculous displays of emotion."
Something broke inside of her. With a shriek of rage, she flew at him, clawing at his face, pounding on his chest. Screaming and crying and pleading to be set free. Everett sighed and, almost to himself, murmured, "I hate to have to do this."
Before she could register what was happening, she was on her back on the bed, trapped and helpless as Everett held her down. "Now listen carefully, dearest girl, because I will not say this again," he said, almost conversationally. "It is a privilege to be allowed to use your hands along this journey. Do not be foolish and lose that privilege now."
With every ounce of energy she had left, Katharina spat in his face.
He didn't flinch. Didn't even blink. Simply said, "That was a mistake, my dear." And with his inhuman speed he was suddenly closing off the arteries in her neck, depriving her brain of oxygen.
She struggled as the world went white, then red. "Everett..." she managed before she sank into unconsciousness and knew no more.
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Post by Sara_Jayne on Dec 5, 2002 15:06:14 GMT -5
how terribly awful. I knew i didnt like that man
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Post by Shielder on Dec 9, 2002 21:01:10 GMT -5
Very intriguing, and wonderfully written, colorful, with lots of flowery language. Darkness and innocence, tainted innocence, courage and fear, the paradoxes are wonderful, especialy the love/hate feeling of Katrina toward Everret, and his umniform rage while cowering from the form of Lestat and tenderly stroking Katrina, very nice. So whens the next update?
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Katharina Lioncourt
Slytherin Alumni
"Why? Because I love her more than life." -Severus Snape, in reply to Everett Sarandon's challenge.
Posts: 523
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Post by Katharina Lioncourt on Dec 14, 2002 4:39:34 GMT -5
Casablanca, Morocco
"Tepes," Severus Snape informed the students as Albus Dumbledore negotiated with a magic carpet merchant, "was a rather appropriate name for a rather gruesome man."
Sondra and Fox stood under the merchant's canopy with Minerva McGonagall, all three women wilting in the heat. Abby had gone to trade her camel for whatever money she could.
Fox piped up, "What makes you call him gruesome, professor?" She popped a date into her mouth and savored it's flavor.
"Vlad Dracula, the son of a Wallachian Count. Called The Impaler or 'Tepes' in the local dialect, because of the way he preferred to deal with his enemies." Snape was speaking almost reluctantly, as if it pained him. He had visibly lost weight. "He hated the poor and the weak... he thought them to be leeches on humanity's body. At one point he served a banquet to hundreds of Wallachia's poor and infirm, and when they were finished eating he closed the doors to the room and set it on fire."
Fox paled. Suddenly, the date didn't taste so good. "And you said he was called Tepes because he... impaled people?"
Snape nodded. "On large wooden stakes that he'd set up in groups, and then would dine among them. Women and men alike. ...My goodness, Minerva, you look like you're going to faint."
"It's the blasted heat," she replied irritably. "I miss England, Severus."
Sondra sighed in agreement, fanning herself with a papyrus fan she'd bought in Egypt. "Well," she put in, "Wallachia is in Romania, isn't it?"
Snape nodded without speaking, his eyes on the ridiculous figure of Albus Dumbledore in safari shorts, haggling prices with a dark haired, middle-aged witch who seemed to be doing quite well for herself, judging from her attire.
"Romania will be cooler than this," Sondra said, finishing her thought.
"Hell itself would be cooler than this," McGonagall replied.
***
Near Poenari Castle, Romania
Katharina awoke with a thudding headache and a stiff neck. Groaning, she swallowed and felt her tongue stick to the roof of her mouth.
Her eyesight blurred and she blinked to focus. Her wrists were sore and felt almost sticky. She took stock of her surroundings: she was moving, although her body was stationary. In a covered cart of some sort, next to Everett's coffin: still the gaudy Egyptian mummy-case dripping with glorified rocks. At first the site of it had awed her. Now she was disgusted.
As her vision returned, she focused on her other senses. Her ears buzzed in tune with the throbbing of her headache. Her mouth felt as if it had been filled with sawdust. All she could smell was the stench of the wet wooden cart she lay against. And her wrists...
She glanced down at them in annoyance at their failure to cooperate with her wish for movement.
For a moment she was caught in a haze of near-insanity as she thought, "Goddess, whose mangled hands are those? Poor thing, I wish I could help her..."
On their own, her cracked lips formed the frightening reply. "I am her. Oh Akasha, I am her. Everett... what have you done?"
Someone had savagely slashed at her hands, cutting her fingertips and palms open to the bone. Around her wrists barbed wire had been secured, so tightly that it cut into her flesh. The blood, black and red against infected skin and poorly cut planks of wood, was shocking.
"I'll never be able to play the piano again," she said quietly, and then burst into hysterical tears.
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Post by Shielder on Dec 14, 2002 10:43:46 GMT -5
"What a bitch, someone need to bust him up, nice writing though"
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