Quote Challenge:Glass Wings
Ally
Aug 1999




DISCLAIMER!!! Jesse isn't mine! So please, Anne and assoc., don't pull me into court. Im not making any money anyways...as if i ever were to *hehe*



I was once called an angel. Though i had no wings. The spirit watchers deemed me good and therefore didn't banish me to darkness. Soon, i thought, soon they will see an error, they always do, and they will be rid of me. I couldn't have been so right. I was unseen therefore i was evil. I was unknown, therefore i was dangerous. I wondered if it would happen again if i tried years later.

Eternal blackness is what i suffered. But no chains of darkness could hold me down. I knew this even though i knew that i had no form of which to be held. I had been there a long time, i knew that. But i only had bits and pieces of memory to sustain my hungry mind. I remembered the whole mass of ignorant humans, thats for damn sure. But I wanted to know what had happened to the world since i had been gone.

Have you ever known something in your deeper thoughts, but never knew for real? It's a strange feeling you get. It's like the child in the orphanage knows there is happieness with a family, but has never expierienced it. Think of this on a larger scale while i explain...I am a spirit. I know what humans are and yet i have never been one. I know of love and hate and yet i have never expierienced it. I know what mankind is capable of and yet have never looked into it myself.

I wanted it though. I wanted it all with a passion i'de never felt before. I decided that i wanted to have these feelings of love, lust, and desire. If only for a short time. I would be able to go on outside of humanity instead of enmeshing my existance into its consciousness. If i could just have a taste, then i would be able to allow myself to go on to higher places. Or so i thought, but i get ahead of my story.

I wanted it but i knew i hadn't the power to do it all myself. To become human and walk among man in a form of my own fashioning. I'd need help. The help of one with an open mind and a good foot hold in the Otherworld in which i existed. A witch, if i could find one in this world on the verge of another millenium. Did any of them still believe in the old ways? I wondered.

I attuned myself to the flow of human thoughts. Almost overpowering in their intensity. Thoughts of hate and of love. Mundane thoughts of everyday things and yet others of mischief and hillarity. There had to be some left, i told myself. I searched harder, focusing my energy on what only i could see and hear.

Ah, yes. It was there. The low hum of thoughts from the ones who are satisfied with the world they live in. The ones who know it is their right to change their own lives. It was a beautiful melody of happyness and melloncholly swirled into one grand work of art.

With my goal set, all i had to do was find one of these people and hope that i didnt scare them into insanity. And so...my story:

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Jesse sat with her head between her knees, she was sick to the point of tossing up her lunch. What was it she had eaten? Maybe it was those god forsaken stuffed mushrooms. Why would anyone want to eat something like that anyway?

Another wave of sickness passed through her. This would have to pass soon or she would miss her appointment with the Dunbars'. Not that she cared too much. They were an odd bunch to say the least. It was a sham of a job to give her in the first place. But it was common knoledge in the Talamasca, that all the newbees got their experience by working their way up the paranormal step-ladder.

Mr. Dunbars wife, you see, swore her heart and soul that she was a walk-in. An alien in a humans body, that is.Jesse found it almost absurd. The thought of aliens snatching peoples bodies. Not that she was any saner to believe in the paranormal. But at least she knew she wasn't insane. At least.

Okay, people were giving her strange looks. Time to officialy declaire herself sick. She would head back to her hotel room for awhile. Try and sweat it out. She hoped it wouldn't last for any longer then a day. Missing work was something that seldom happened in the Talamasca. For her at any rate.

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if i may interupt?
narr: you may not
its getting long dont you think?
narr: ummm....
okay, forget the thinking part. go lie down
narr: *whine* but i wanna stay up!!
i'll turn you into a flying snake....
narr: do you see how she treats me?
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"From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its
new music, as lullabies as I lie in my grave. I have envisioned its fantastical discoveries, I have known
its courage in the timeless sanctum of my thoughts. And though it shuts me out with its dazzling forms,
I long for one with the strength to roam it fearlessly, to ride the Devil's Road through its heart."
- The Vampire Lestat

Back in her hotel room, Jesse had taken some asprin, for wht else could she do other then wait it out? Her illness had evolved into a headache. A killer one at that. She could feel it starting from the center of her brain and working it's way down her spine and into her limbs. She ached all over now.

'Call the Dunbars and tell them you won't be seeing them...', she thought to herself, but it seemed pointless. The simple act of dialing a phone had made her dizzy. She plopped down into a chair and cluched her head, repeating over and over for the pain to stop. God, she wanted to scream. It was like a bee was flying around inside her head. A constant buzzing, dinging, sound.

She threw her head back and took a few deep breathes. It didn't help at all. She sat there clenching her muscles trying to force it away from her mind. Thinking her way out of it, you could say.The noise changed into something else when she did this. It didn't go away, but it cleared up into a single pulse.

A heartbeat? Thats exactly what it sounded like. But it had a different tick to it. For every beat there was a tinkle after it. Like tiny crystals being droped on a hard surface.

The pain intensified and she yelped as she clutched the sides of her head. "Get out!!" She screamed. This was scaring her, she had never had an experience like this before. Surely it had something to do with her studies. That had to be it. She decided, with no other choice, to try and pinpoint this sound instead of forcing it away.

Give it a label. For if it can be labeled then it can be focused upon. A being from the other side, she said in her head. Thats what you are. Showing me your very heartbeat as the proof. Well I HEAR you damnit! Now what do you want!

She focused on the crystaline sound. Surely that had to be something other then accompanyment for the constant beating. She found it...beautiful if it didnt prick her brain like needles. It became a solid sound. A highpitched whining. The pulsing faded out and this new sound became almost as readable and understandable as a voice. A small voice from a larger being.

"What are you?" she asked as the pain throbbed. A shock of intense pain. It knocked her out of the chair. The tears came to her eyes as she felt like someone had shot her point blank at the temple of her head. Blood on the floor, she noticed. Her nose was bleeding. The pain died away into nothing. But this new voice was clear.

"help me young witch." it said. "what are you?" Jesse asked it, pulling herself off the floor and back to her seat. She smeared the blood away from her mouth. Annoying though it didnt hurt anymore.


"i am nothing", the voice said. "i need you to make me, jesse", it said after a little while.
"make you?", she asked disbelieving what she heard. "what are you talking about??" She was getting frustrated, this was nothing but an angry spirit after the flesh, she decided.
"give me a name."

Thats it, she thought, thats enough of this. "why should i? what difference does it make?" She was aggrivated, this spirit had given her so much pain for a want of a name!

"it makes a difference", it said. "fine," she said, throwing up her hands. "you can be tim, do you want to be tim!? your tim okay? Is there anything else you want?" Thats right, I'm the spirit super store, names and faces only 9.99 this week, limited time offer.

The spirit had quieted. Thinking on this name. Tim? He reached out with this name to find a mortal with the same. Ah, yes...here we are. Tim, the coast gaurd officer. Tall, short blonde hair, hazal eyes. Percfect. Almost, he didn't like the short blonde hair. Long, he decided, like the humans of his old world.

With the image in his mind he went back to Jesse, the odd little witch. He hoped he didn't hurt her when he created his form. She was still in her char wondering what happened, he mused.

She sensed his presence, for one like his was very hard to miss. The pain they both endured had tied them together somehow. He wondered of what the effect would be later on.

"so Tim," she mocked, "what do you wish of me now?"

He hated to do this to her, but it was the only way to gain a human form. He merged his mind with her body and summond her strength. He could feel her struggling against him. 'just a little,' he said to her mind 'i only need a little of your energy'.

It felt so good to him, empowering his unseen limbs. He hadn't felt this in so many years. He severed himself from her, she was too drained and he was afraid of hurting her. He had enough power now.

Pull together the elements, he told himself. Call them to you.

In minutes a body was forming. But jesse couldn't see it, she was passed out in her chair. Simply too weak, she would be okay in due time.

But he could feel this new body being built around himself. He was Tim now, he laughed. He had realized that she had said the first thing that came to her mind, but he wanted to hurry this process. Get it over with so he could look into this new world of feeling and seeing through human eyes.

He could feel his own completion. The air in his lungs felt strange to him and the blood flowing through the ropey veins were enough to make him think for a moment on what exactly it was. He was Timothy now. Long sandy blonde hair and wide hazal eyes. He wondered if the witch would like this combination.

He all but smirked to himself as the new human imgaes and desires floated through his mind. He had watched levely as humans made love. Felt nothing for it and wondered why they were so flushed and happy for it. Now he could have it himself.

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lets do the timewarp
narr: but but...my beautiful story is just coming together!
c'mon, its just a step to the left.
narr: no no no, im not falling for that one.
then a step to the right...
narr :*spazz* put your hands on your hips?
why dont you do that.
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I , Timothy *snicker*, came to love my new body. Though I did lust after many a woman, and man for that matter, i made a promise never to touch my dear witch Jesse. She was far too precious a soul to me. I didn't understand what I felt for her before. I should have listened to my hand made heart when it was talking to me. Instead of listening to...other...parts of the male anatomy.

Time passed and i only went to Jesse for a few moments at a time, not wanting to earn her hatred. She was alwas bitter for what i had done to her. She was weak and bed ridden for days. Soon, though, she was back to her work. Loving it i presume. She was on a new assignment i heard last. I never kept close association with her you see. To my suprise it was sokething to do with vampires, or so i gathered from her vagrant thoughts.

I cried inwardly for her. If she got hurt i would have never forgiven myself. You can imagine my broken heart when i found that she had become a vampire.

You ask how i knew? We are bonded now. Forever. I had no idea it would happen. I'm not so sure it was such a good idea to want the flesh to begin with.

I had to find her. Talk to her. If she didnt kill me. I was, after all, Tim. The human. With blood as hot as any other. Only she owed me a bit of pain. For what i put her through i wasn't so sure i didn't deserve it.

I would have to hope that i still had my 'angelical' wings to help veiw the entire situation from a better point of veiw. Human emotions tend to cloud the mind.


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This story is based on the following quote...
"From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its
new music, as lullabies as I lie in my grave. I have envisioned its fantastical discoveries, I have known
its courage in the timeless sanctum of my thoughts. And though it shuts me out with its dazzling forms,
I long for one with the strength to roam it fearlessly, to ride the Devil's Road through its heart."
- The Vampire Lestat