[UN] The Demons Dance Floor
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				Title: <strong>[UN] The Demons Dance Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaienah</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 05:41:51</strong>
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				She had finally turned twenty-one and the coming of age ceremony preparations had taken all day and now it was the day of recognition. The room of tradition would be used, once more, in her honor and she was terrified of what the elder would say this time. She had been told that she should not have been born the first time, that she was a walking bastard without a real father. She had been eleven years old then and her mother hurriedly spoke in a tongue she did not understand. Whispers of the girl not having a human soul filling the room.<br><br>No one had ever mentioned her biological father before; it had caused great confusion that the oldest of them all had said she was “damned” from conception. She wanted to ask questions, yet seeing a glimmer in her mother’s eyes that was mournful, but in all reality was anger, terrified the young child so she chose to bite her tongue as she was ushered out of the room. A door shut harshly behind her and no one left that room for hours. She had eventually gone to her room, climbing the stairs in thought that stayed strong as she slept in her mother’s bed, knowing that she would wake to find her already gone for work.<br><br>Nadia stood in front of the very doors she was last cast from; it made her heart beat as if she had been running up and down the stairs all day. She was staring at the bottom of the door, the familiar flicker of the lit candles beyond the wood letting their dancing shadows cast upon the ground; the glow never went out. The breath caught in the woman’s throat, fingertips pressing to the thick oak that held such power in itself that she retracted her hand to ball it up in a fist over her chest; a breath stuck in her lungs as the tingling in her hand dulled.<br><br>A sudden uneasiness settled over her and she knew that something bad would come from this but she pressed the hand back to the door all the same, palm flat to it and fingers spread. The power surged through her in a wave of clinging cold that had her trembling internally. She pushed lightly and the normally locked door swung open as if pulled by strings, she saw a faint burst of light that seemed to implode on itself and then darkness engulfed the one room level below the ground. she released the breath then.<br><br>For some odd reason this room seemed to be wiped from her memory. No detail was remembered, not a memory of the candles; but she knew they were there. It was blank; she remembered the Grey-white eyes of the blind woman and the door before and after moving through the arch of it. It made her almost stumble as she was, once again, denied the sight of the room that was bound with magic older than she could imagine.<br><br>She walked silently forward though, knowing that someone or something was watching her. She felt the barrier of a circle as she passed through it, the stealing of her breath seeming to echo in the air around them as modern day movies made a sigh into an echo. “Do not move child.” Her eyes widened though she still could not see through the thick blackness. The magic denied the pupils to adjust for as long as the elder willed it so; keeping them fluctuating so nothing focused in which gave her heart a reason to speed up even more.<br><br>It was instant, the voice registered as the same elder. How was she still alive? Her thoughts ran through possibilities and then she was cut off in them a moment later. “Our people’s skills can do many things, damned one.” Her heart felt like it was plummeting down a crack that led to the center of the earth, she was right; it was the same elder. A nod was given, a natural action though she assumed that she could see it even though it was dark; shock did funny things to people. “You have grown well, strong tempered and beautiful as the morning and evening star. Damned you may be, but there will be a time to speak of that. This is a night of passage. Close your eyes, Nadia, and let your body fill with the fire you know you can control.” <br><br>Nadia had never used her gift for anything, she had felt the urges and once she understood that it was seductive she quickly learned to resist. She would end up hurting people if she did not. It had been a problem as a child, burning her friends and enemies alike. She had hated the gift at first but once she could control it… it was a god send. Her body felt the familiar tingle of pins and needles inside her; liquid fire becoming her veins and then it was like she was being slithered on by snakes lit a flame. She would have resisted in that moment, denying her natural abilities in all forms especially this one in particular,... but she did not.<br><br>Smoke would been seen standing out against the dark if anyone were truly there to see, it billowed out from nothing softly, tendrils curling in the air as the bottoms slowly tipped into flames that spread out into the magic of the room. The candles all lit then, curling fire dancing over the wicks of long burned candles melted into others. It seemed the whole room was cavernous, looking as if a form of erosion had carved stone tapering cylinders made of wax throughout the room. A chandelier had once been dangling from the center with candles, though now it was a dripping upside down mountain of wax that burned with many dug in holes to hold more to form streams running into tall pillars of wax that spiraled into stalactites where drip met solid ground. <br><br>It was in the center of the circle she stood at, the fire seemed to spiral around it and she noticed that now she was not producing it but the room itself was keeping the finicky element in line. She need not to anymore; she broke the concentration and bowed her head to the old woman with white hair dragging across the floor behind her. A black scarf was tied up in her hair, leaving two pieces draping down the front of her shoulder to one side and white gown on her frail form.<br><br>“It is this night that we welcome you into the clan as an adult, no longer a girl but a woman. There are many things to be done, but tonight is a night for celebration that you, of all of us, made it this far into your life.” A fox like grin fell into place, almost like she could see her face through those old grey eyes; they held secrets and wisdom beyond that which any of them knew or would ever know. How old was this woman? A finger pulled to her lips and she winked at Nadia who had taken a step back at the resolve that the woman could hear her think the question. <br><br>The old voice came again, “You will perform tonight, the dance of the slave.” A wicked grin came to her face then as Irini’s face fell. There was something she did not know but she bowed her head as her waist bent but allowed her to tilt to the side when her hand swept the air to hang at her side, her face turned the same direction in complete respect. “Yes, elder.” She had read of such a dance in her childhood and she knew that her gift would come alive in such a thing, curious the elder would choose this particular performance for she had never seen another gypsy perform this dance; only heard the tales in stories of the past when the magic was truly strong in them all. It was unusual to permit the public to see such acts of power.<br><br>She felt the familiar pull of her magic and then she closed her eyes as she felt a hand grasp her gently. “Leave us.” It was her mother’s voice and she looked to her, “Gabriela is waiting in your room to hear the outcome of this night. Go to her, Now.” The voice left no room for reasoning, no room for question, and the firming hold on her upper arm denied any other thought than to obey. “Yes Ma’am.” She turned away from Irini then, feeling the candles die with each step she took so that behind her became as dark as the abyss once more. The door closed by itself and she looked at the crack at the bottom to see that it had been dark while open and now that it was closed it was bright once more. She walked up the steps carved into the stone of the secret stairs, sighing since she had been cast from the room yet again.<br><br>Nadia let Gabriela dress her; it was tradition that next in line to go in the room dressed the one before. She stared into a mirror after, looking at the gold stick on jewel pieces that accented around her eyes and along her forehead, small colored crystals spotted among the corners near her eyes to give accent to the green with bright ruby red. There were braids randomly in her hair, other pieces had ties at various spots with crystals and beads strung about. Her fingers had rings and her ankles had bracelets of silver and gold, it all went so well with the torn and tapering red skirt that stopped randomly at her knees, thighs, calves, and ankles while the white shirt dipped low on her shoulders and the sleeves stopped at her forearms. “Wow.” She applied a bit of Chap Stick then and nodded, taking a breath as she left the room to do the dance for all to witness as it was back in the old days.<br><br>Nadia’s body surged to life with each tap of the hand drums that seemed to slip into place with her heart beat. It was something she could never explain and she did not know why she, of all the gypsies in her family, held such a power. She had been told it was passed down through her father’s genes, his power and her mothers had made her this; though she was told he was dead. No other could control the elements as she did; it stunned even her. Emerald eyes stared hungrily out into the darkness that was the second level of Broken Shackles and the wind suddenly picked up as if windows had opened when there were none..<br><br>The clan owned this rather large building that was an “all in one” package. It had eight levels to it; the street level being a restaurant and the one above it being a bar with a rather… surprising show every night at close for the VIP guests. The other five levels were apartments; living quarters for the clan. However, one secret lay in this place of age, a secret basement the size of a level all its own. This was the level of tradition, open space full of magic.<br><br>The gentle river of beats flowed around her in a way that made her head fall back in a soft roll, causing chestnut brown hair that normally hung at the small of her back to dip down to the tops of her thighs to dangle harmlessly.&nbsp; Hands mingled amongst themselves, a twin dance of twiddling fingers and rotating palms. The motions lead into the arms, slithering up them like snakes framing the movements to match theirs.<br><br>A violin cried softly, adding accent to the hypnotic beat her people were issuing from the native instruments. Her arms raised above her, the violent white light of the spot light fading into a light shade of blue. It was her ancestor’s dance that she had begun; the dance of the slaves that could not be undone. It was known to call forth demons of the other worlds, though it was merely myth told in folk lore now. It was empowering to her, though for some reason she was always at peace when performing; seeing odd flashes of images she could barely glimpse but she felt the servitude and loyalty, the love and fear, the war and creation. Her mind stretched then, tiny white flower petals of the jasmine flower dissolving into place of air, cascading around her in a slow motion fall with magic tugging and pushing at them.<br><br>The need to break herself for just one purpose filled her, her want to please him; whoever he may be. It was something that would make her ill if not attended to for sure, or so she felt in that moment. It was a dreadful thing, something beyond beautiful but twisting and binding. The body jerked and pulled, the arms wrapping around her in a harsh embrace. Her knees were pulled tight together on the ground as she fell, allowing her to sit in such a fashion that lead all to believe she was distraught.<br><br>A tilted head met a rising shoulder; the gentle caress desired from her lord was spoken in this tale hidden in the dance. Water rushed into the air, splashing into the air as if the ocean and had just crashed into the cliffs. It rose around her form in the splash though it seemed to miss her completely, wrapping around her as the drops evaporated while the waves receded into the water; it came only to dissolve into the air once more. A longing sigh of relief left her lips and then the shoulder sunk away quickly, leaving her head to bounce down and then shake softly with passion as loss twisted into her beautiful features. Her spine curled over, showing the agony and need of this great treasure that was taken. Her nose touched the ground, the fingers digging into her back and ribs harshly in a show of attempting to comfort her stricken form. The water crashed around her from materializing in the air that made it clasp together as a egg of water around her form.<br><br>She could almost feel his presence, this stranger she always felt and knew in this dance now. She supposed it was a past life, a memory burned into her soul forever or the elder showing her the meaning of what she was doing. The tingling sensation came at her then, surging through the very veins that this life’s body held. She let the hands jerk from her form, lashing out as she threw her head back, her hair dancing in the air in a violent whipping motion. The soft brown suddenly lit with flames inside the liquid shell, the same breeze from earlier seeming to break through the water to push the hair into its own dance.<br><br>She was standing in such a instant that she would be seen stumbling slightly, the momentum working with the push of her knees off the ground so the combined motion would make her body jerk up and back. It seemed sparks jolted to life around her as her bare feet pressed to the floor in a flurry of steps to catch her own weight as the dance called for. The internal struggle began then as the water began to break away and leave gaping holes like plastic being burned, tears brimmed in her eyes; filling them with silent films of a woman in desperation and deceit. She did not know who this woman was, but she could feel it.<br><br>Gentle breaths flowed through wood pipes, gentle notes flowing free as the morning song of the birds. Her arm rose, reaching out to the now solid red light shinning down on her. Fingers spread, palm rising to the light as if aiming to grab the very stars that filled the night sky beyond the building. Beams of shadows cascaded down from her fingers, caressing her face like warm brushes of dark as the flames snaked through those very holes in the water.<br><br>Her eyes closed, relief falling over her face as the wish was made, it was something spoken with subtle steps that ended shortly after with the tip of a toe pressed to the ground, a bent knee leading up to a cocked hip that allowed her body to be raised and tilted slightly. It became still in the room, the air stalling completely as she pulled it in for her fire show. The hand grasped at the empty air, showing he was always out of her reach and she pushed off with the poised foot as the hand thrust down; as if it was throwing away the denial. The water fell with the hand, letting the ground claim it so that the petals summoned earlier floated around her in a pool of water that stopped at the stage; refusing to fall away from her.<br><br>The single light turned into many blinking white lights, causing a slow motion view to take place as the strobe lights flickered for her. Quick steps were pressed away with the balls of her feet, sending her dancing across the floor in a sort of pursuit that was lit up by mini firework looking sparks coming from were she stepped as the water cleared the space with a splash that left the water suspended in the air till barely any was left on the floor. Confusion crossed over her features, rose petal pink lips full with a soft frown that was more a pout as she opened her arms to her sides with a gentle dip of her chest down in a bow that would allow her spine to pull her back disk by disk. Nadia did not stop though; she arched backwards after standing back up and let her abs pull her back up a moment later. The water shifted around her chaotically with the movement, dissolving to leave floating petals around the entire room amongst her people.<br><br>The bar was silent as the music seemed to crescendo; a second violin came in, the saddened beat turning to something beyond chaos. Her face jerked to the side, hair fanning out around her, trailing flames as she used the momentum of the movement to spin her upper body so she could fling her lower half. A perfect jump that would have made a ballerina envious tore through the white light in slow motion, showing how she contorted in the air though as soon as a toe hit the ground it was a solid color of grey beaming down on her rapidly moving form.<br><br>Hair danced, the rather torn knee length skirt jerking around the golden color skin that was her heritage’s pride. The feeling in her veins burst then, more sparks fleeing with each twiddle of her fingers and tap of her foot to ground. A fire dance sprang into life then, filling the air around her with spiraling mini streams like cords around her that were a blaze. It was a tear drop of moving flames that recycled into the woman to create a never ending flow around her form that radiated heat which would not burn her. <br><br>Her figure spun inside the fire, quick jerks causing a stop in fluidity momentarily as if she were being grabbed and pulled from all angles at each possible moment. The fire only grew in side until only brief patches could be seen of her through it. A cry of the fickle bitch known as fate came from the gypsy as she felt the burst spread into an explosion. Spirits filled the air, tugging silently at everyone’s soul as the flames filled around her, bursting in a sonic boom that let the flames travel only to stop at each petal that burst into flames in the form of&nbsp; the dancing woman.<br><br>It faded after a moment and only then was it clear it had mimicked the performer still dancing through a pool of flames beneath her feet. She spun harshly, jolting to a stop as the skirt spun forward, the hair flowing in the air, and the barely clinging shirt hanging over her shoulders before it hit the air around her. Her breathing was heard in harsh shoves and pulls with the lungs, a light so dim only the silhouette of her was seen now. <br><br>All but one violin had stopped with a gentle noise that felt of resolve, the emerald jewels that were her eyes glowed with the magic in her blood and then the violin dwindled away and her hands clapped together as she crumbled to her knees, the hands outstretched as if begging for the lord to take the chains off her. Blue flames erupted around her wrists in the form of shackles, engulfing her after so that she vanished with them as they faded. The bar was closed now and applause was heard in the whole building as it emptied out.<br><br>Nadia laughed softly, having come to form in her room. Gabriela burst in through the door a minute later, “That was marvelous!! Wonderful performance Nadia!” Laughing slightly Nadia pulled her hair up into a lazy ponytail, exhaling smoke as she looked to her best friend she had had since birth.<br><br>&nbsp;“Thanks. It is late Gabriela, you should be in bed. We all have a long day tomorrow. Get some sleep hun.” The younger girl nodded hurriedly, having always adored Nadia as an older sister. <br><br>“Oh alright, good night!” she shook her head a bit; the girl was always so enthusiastic. A bit of laughter fell from her lips; how in the world did she make it to her room on the third floor in such a short time? The question rolled off her shoulders a moment later.<br><br>Looking to the clock it read 3:00 A.M. in big pretty red lights on the alarm clock. She lay down on the couch, needing sleep after such energy was exerted. She did not have the strength to move anymore tonight, it had been a long day and she went to sleep right there in her traditional clothing. She had not a care in the world in that moment but her dreams stated other wise as always; there was always something going on there that kept her on her toes in that realm too. She needed not lock the door, none of them ever did.
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