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by Kitty Michelle

A Toast of Blood and Soul

Their second Meeting

“Now that you are here, you might like to pour me a teapot of blood, would you?” said the Queen
“Indeed. As much as you might enjoy and be so kind as to repay me with a teapot of your soul.” replied in a slightly daring way the girl
“Daring, aren’t we?” replied the Queen, then continuing, “Well, a cup of soul for a cup of blood—now that sounds fair. Plus, you sound amusing and cute.”
“Aren’t they made of the same substance, after all?”
continued the girl, challenging like no one ever dared to be.
“Mmmh. Maybe You are here for this. I sense things about you—things I do not think you are aware of. You do not share your blood so easily. Not You, isn’t that right?”
“You do not share cups of You so easily. Not You, isn’t that right?”
“Who are you?” “
I am you. A part of you.”

“Then You have a cup of me already, and apparently, I have You. Looks like the Goddess is sipping me, and I am sipping Her. Still, You want my blood. Why so?”
“Sweet girl, it looks like you are greedy for knowledge and more. Well, there is more. You will understand that in due time. For now, you can imagine that I seek the same things you seek.”

“Mmhh, for your information, having a part, as you say, does not quench thirst. Not even by a bit. I have questions, and I am not the kind of person who is content with parts when I seek the whole.”

“People say you are the sweetest of the women in the shell of a girl. They know very little of you, trust me.”
“If You say so, it must be true. Being here, I can only walk this path and drink this chalice. So let’s assume it is as You say and I am here because of You being a part of me, and me being one of You. Then let’s go on and mix and melt—so that maybe it will all make sense.”

“Maybe we already did this. I mean, we started m.e.l.t.i.n.g. already.”
She pronounced every single letter of that word with a tone and pace that sounded like hypnotic, liquid sex. The ghost handmaids sitting on the sides of her couch sighed and exhaled a moan that seemed a mixture between the hint of an orgasm and a suffering breath. Then she continued:

“Wonderful. So, it looks like I can be pleased and have my cup of blood.”

“It’s yours. It needs and wants in You,” replied the girl, in a subservient yet at the same time demanding way.

“Do You still want a cup of darkness?”
“You said I am a part of You. I don’t think I should ask for that anymore, should I?”

“That is wrong. You should learn to ask. You should do that—to me—each day. I am going to have You learn that, and trust me, You’ll be taught unimaginable truths, my way. Even what You already have—if You need it—you must learn to ask for it. You might end up surprised. I might be very rewarding. You will discover that when You ask, You will end up having much more than You thought You wanted. You will be rewarded with what You truly need. Oh, but this—you feel it already. It’s the part of me, in You, already, that spoke and will speak to You. I feel Your part in me.”

“May I offer You a cup of blood?” *SMILE
“Oh, you just made me smile. You just took a microscopic sip of my soul and darkness. You are adorable. How was it? How powerful do you feel? You sense it shaking you, don’t you? I sense You. So empowering. How was it?”

“Luminous,” she said, turning her head up and staring with green flames in her eyes.

“You are terrible, a terrible girl. Perfect. It will be fun.”

“Yes, I am.
W/we both are.“

by Kitty Michelle

The Deal

{Part 2}

The whole of the words from the Pirate Queen, or whatever She was, hit the girl like a storm collecting leaves and everything through the path and slamming them in her face. Truths, questions and the need of endless answers were now starting to pour onto her. 

It was now her turn to breath, stand, being hit and inhale all of that in the hope it would make sense, once inside her soul.

“Lady, I do not know what You are talking about, but I know I will get it.
I am stubborn, I did not harm anyone and, damn, I need to make sense of this and oh, one more thing, I am not fucking naive, I am no Dragon or other crazy things and I do not possibly get how You could know things about me, and speak to me like that mindfucking my soul.
Yes, I did have a Guiding Spirit through my life, and for you to know he is a Wolf, he protected me from a World that did not allow me to be me, and … no, no, NO.
By the way this the time for me to share more of myself, sorry. I am shocked enough and I do not know You deeply enough yet to reveal personal things that are sacred to me. Maybe this might happen one day? Ppftt, boh. Heavens will decide.
This said, I never saw anyone capable like You, Miss, so, I bow respectfully to this and to You and once again I openly tell You I would appreciate Your help for me to understand what is it of my life right now.”

She took a deep breath and bowed with her head, splendid in her pride and sprinkling battling youth, holding no weapon if not her thin slender body covered by a butterfly light glowing gown.

“Oh girl, oh Baby Dragon. Now I do see even better the Baby Dragon you are.” (These words made the girl even more silently furious) I see how dangerous you can be. So dangerous is your sweetness that you do not even come close to realise it, you know? And that makes it even more dangerous: a magnet, an armour, a weapon too maybe.

You say You are no Dragon, honestly, you know what? I laugh at your statement.
I am bold, I am pleased, I am merciless and I laugh at that, and it is a good thing, and no disrespect in my laugh, but admiration.
Oh, Baby Dragon Girl, You do have sight, we both possess it, and both displayed it.
You do see the ghosts nobody sees, in the same manner I tell You I do see Dragons, like nobody does. I can add that You hold one of them right inside, right now, and it screams. It needs … something”

Then she stretched forward, the voice turned into deep seriousness with no trace of playfulness whatsoever.

“Now listen: I want to make a deal with You.
If You will hang here, I will protect You, I will even teach you about Dragons, and address You to someone truly special who can do that. She’ll do that for me, and she did it for none before.
You will be free to move in this realm, and it is something I do not grant easily. 
That’s something has been granted only three times in history, something hurt me with disappointment and something that created these sweet ghosts, among many more things …
You do see ghosts, and things. I do see Dragons (and more).
You will learn about me, I am no secretive about it, bold I am. Some things might shock You, some others might sound like a music You already know but You forgot.

Tell me, do You see a trap in all this?
Do you see a trap in my offer?”

As she finished speaking these words their orbs meet. Emerald green met the vampiric blue-grey. That was enough for them to link. Their breath adjusted. The girl started breathing deeper, slower, and the Queen shortened her breath, adjusting to the freshness of the girl’s own breath. Then the girl spoke.

“Knowledge. I promised to seek that, to myself, and to Wolf, and I learnt it is the only way for me to live as I should and what I was created for. I will follow that. I will seek knowledge and I will do that because I want to do it, ok?

Lady, yes, I do sense danger in this. I do sense I could probably get hurt in ways going beyond what I can stand. But still, in name of knowledge, I do sense I have to do it.

Lady, I will be here, I will give You the little sight I can have and I thank You for Your offer. I do not sense traps. I do sense danger and somehow I am not fearing it, or rather I am but I am ready to take the risk. Fear is a friend to me though, such as pain.
Thank You.”

At her words the two spirits at the sides of the Queen got uneasy, they kept muttering incomprehensible things and doing that till the girl stopped speaking. At that point the Lady raised one hand, and they got muted. Then instead of answering to the girl’s words, or maybe to let time pass before doing it she explained

“I was not precise, at the beginning, but now I can tell you the first bit of truth about the spirits you see around me.
These are not truly truly truly ghosts in the literal sense.

These are two of the Angels that have been sent to me, by the heavens and the fate. They are part of my history. You might encounter more entities like them in the next future. I do not regret my history and I walk the sands of time with all the luggage of my entire life always with me. I am like that.

Remember, there is a difference between and angel and “Saints”, and they are no Saints, oh no.
In every angel there is the demoniac, to tempt.
In every demon there is the angelic, to rescue.
Once we recognise it, we are safe, we are sane. It can be handled.
The ones you see, my heaven’s sent angels, they sold their soul and by doing that they have lost their wings.

Now they bleed. Some do bleed more, some, less. They bleed and they want to bleed and to offer me their blood. They keep doing it, they can’t stop doing it but their blood is no good to me, they will tempt me for ever. They think their blood is good to me, so they will always tempt me, it is not their fault. Blood from cut wings is no good blood for me.

As for me, I do give them shelter. Will there be redemption for them? A way out from this? Yes, there is, but I cannot tell them what it is.
But now: time to relax, and for us to celebrate this deal.
It could lead to good things, or the mutual destruction.

A teller once told me I would have met a Dragon and She could be the only one capable of really hurting me, and I could be the only one, capable of terminating her. She did not tell me the end of the story though.

Let’s celebrate, BabyDragon. Fortune tellers are naughty witches.

I wish you to dance, dance for me, something tells me you love to dance.”

by Kitty Michelle

Writing Souls

We are Writers, we are Creatives, we have our visions, we have our opinions, we have our screaming colours.

Everyone have them, but we do share them. We do share them, we do unroll them on the table, under your eyes, and they are scandalously naked. We do that about our doubts, our questions, our love, our fears and more. We do it in front of you, for You, and for us too, because we have this need, yes. We are daring, we put our face, in front of you and not only the face. We are extremely fragile in that, and strong as none.

Every time you find a story, a poem, one of our crazy flights, it is our “time” it is thousand of heart beats and breaths the thing you are collecting with your hands. It is our personal minutes, hours, or sometimes one single flash, time, it is a part of us and it is all yours to see.
How did we got there? For most of us it is a thing that has always existed in us, it starts in a shy way but then it becomes our way of living, and we do that all the time. We stop to ask ourselves about this and that and seeking more, and more, and more. We do it all the time, with no holding, gifting it because we need it, yes, but also because we think it is worth, because you may find it ugly, or beautiful and it needs seen. Yes, whether it is for us, or the others, we are helpless, we have no shame and we do it, and it is not always easy, but if possible this makes it even worthier doing it, to our soul.

We are like anyone else and no special at all, but we are also unlike anyone, as anyone is special in her own way. So we do put our face and heart in front of you. You can call us exhibitionists, if you wish. Maybe there is a form of this, or rather it is because we make this effort, this constant effort of digging into just anything and then we feel like showing it, we feel it can do good, for us and the others.

We are the writers, the creatives, the crazy, the one that can say the wrongest things, or sometimes the most touching, for one simple reason, because we say them, because we are helpless

For someone it is photography, for others it is through jokes, or it may be painting. It doesn’t matter, it is putting the face. Yes, we are this brave, a strange, weird kind of courage, but it needs being insane and brave, to do it, and never being “convenient” by expressing just that little that we know is accepted and wanted.

For us is writing, weaving words to describe, capture, and share. It is aligning them and making roads, castles, cities, universes.
You can read us or not, you can watch or not, you can pass by, you can not care. Our creations might have you feel the same vibrations, they may leave you needing explanations that you express, or rather not. Our scope is never to seek for those, but a part of us crave to know it reached you, because what we write about reached us, and we felt blessed.
We will not stop, but our souls crave to reach out, and rejoice when we feel it does, even in the smallest of the ways.