Okay, this is something off the top of my head, I will be going on with this one after Dark Ones, and for those of you who keep track of when something new goes up for me I'm sorry I replaced chap one here so often, but I found several mistakes!

The King Of Magic Ch1: I Know This Song...

By: Helena F. Lupin

It was beautiful, just simply beautiful. The halls were of a black marble with golden veins running through it, the chandeliers that hung at regular intervals along the heigh ceiling were of a dark crystal, the lighting was dim, and at first he found it odd that no windows lined this hallway, but it felt right that there was nothing but the hall. There were blank places where paintings should have hung between the half pillars spaced along the walls.

His footsteps echoed almost at a deafening level in the enclosed space, it might have also been the heels he wore that did it. Wait, heels? He never wore heels! This realization made him look down at his own form in bewilderment. The outfit he wore was fitted wherever there was fabric on his body. The black leather boots that reached to mid-tight on him had two inch spiked heels with an intricate golden border at the top. The outfit was outrageous, but damn. It hugged close to his shoulders with that same golden border going around his back with long sleeves, more bordering about his wrists, the back was open except for the gold about his shoulders, the pants almost felt a little too tight with a sash with that golden design covering it about his waist, knotted at the side of his hip and falling to the floor.

It was beautiful, like the place he stood in, and he realized he matched the decor, or at least his outfit (if that was what it could be called) did. The rest of him was far from color coordinated. His hair was a purely golden color, short and just long enough to curl into soft locks into the collars of any shirt he wore, his eyes were a vivid violet with hints of navy blue within, usually hidden by his bangs, his skin was silk-like and purely white. He could hear music as he neared a door at the end of the hallway, he knew that song he could hear, it was from his favorite movie, the Labyrinth, it was sung by David Bowie who had played the Goblin King in said movie. It was a bewitching song called ‘As the World Falls Down’ in which the character Sarah had been spelled by the Goblin King into a dream of fantasy where he tried to steal her memories and her heart.

Then the slow words hit him as he pushed open the dark oak door slowly to reveal swirling figures in ball gowns of every color and sort dancing about in the open marble room with pillars encompassing two thirds of the area with billowing curtains between that led out to a dark and star filled night beyond. All of the people’s faces were nothing but black and manakin like.

There’s such a sad love

Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed within your eyes

I’ll place the sky within your eyes...

Then he caught it, there, near the center of the moving faceless dancers, glimpse of pale baby blue eyes, like the skies before a storm was to hit. Even through for their light coloring they were dark and dangerous, beautiful and charming, deadly sort of eyes.

He could not stop himself from plunging into the mass of people and moving through the shifting bodies to get to the only creature there besides himself that had a face to look upon. Yet just as quickly as he had seen the person they were gone. He stopped in the center of the floor and looked about slowly, brushing aside his golden bangs to see more clearly.

There’s such a fooled heart

Beating so fast in search of new dreams

A love that will last within your heart

I’ll place the moon within your heart...

He felt alone in this sea of faceless creatures who seemed to not notice his presence as they danced on still. He wrapped his arms about himself, feeling chilled, but not with cold. A moment later arms swept about his form, holding him close to a firm chest. He gasped and tried to look, but his head would not move, none of him would move as he commanded it. His body began to sway with the one that held his cradled.

He managed to glance at the arms wrapped about his as they folded about his torso. The hands were hidden by black leather gloves, the cuffs of a white shirt were buttoned closed, the sleeves just slightly puffed away from the arms within, an old fashioned sort of shirt he was sure. He was abruptly spun about and dipped, his head falling back to look at the dancers upside down, but not at the one who spun him back up to his previous place against this stranger’s chest. His heart was pounding, but the heartbeat that thumped against his back was smooth and calm.

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill has gone

Wasn’t too much fun at all

But I’ll be there for you-oo-oo

As the world falls down...

It was then he realized his head had lulled back onto the stranger’s shoulder, his eyes closed in gentle bliss and comfort as the song was sung into his ear. He had wondered where the words had come from, and here was his answer, from the man holding him. The man dancing with him was singing it.

He struggled to open his eyes, he wanted to see the man’s face so badly. He turned his head, felt the stranger’s lips moving against his cheek as he murmured the words to the song still.

Falling As the world,

Falling down..

Falling in love...

He was able to make his eyelids flutter open at least a little to look up into those pale, cruel eyes. He drew in a breath, those eyes were haunting and haunted to look upon. He had turned his head a little more and his lips touched the other’s as he sang on the words to the song that was drawing him into this stranger’s spell.

I’ll paint you mornings of gold

I’ll spin you Valentine evenings

Though we’re strangers till now

We’re choosing the path between the stars

I’ll leave my love between the stars...

He drew in a breath as those lips pressed a little firm to his, but still the words went on even as those lips closed over his, stealing his breath away, freezing him in that moment of endless velvet touching silk.

Falling As the world,

Falling down...

Falling...

As the world falls down..

Falling...

Falling...

Falling...

Falling in love...

His eyes fluttered closed once more as he let himself give in, feeling those arms tighten about his form, lifting him from his feet just barely, making him either stand on tip toe or stand on nothing at all. He tilted his head back to acomindate the taller stranger. The arms slipped from about his torso, letting him touch ground again, to run cold hands down to cradle his hips gently, keeping them swaying to the music that went on, nearing the end.

As the world falls down...

Down, Falling...

Falling...

Falling...

Falling in love...

As the world falls down Falling...

Falling...

Falling...

Those insistent lips released his then, letting him take in a breath he had not known he had needed to take into his burning lungs. He was still breathing hard when he opened his eyes again to look into those startling eyes. It was then he realized those eyes frightened him more then anything ever had. He wanted to scream, but found he had not the voice nor the will to do so.

His body followed the mesmerizing touch of the stranger behind him. His arms unfolded, hands falling to rest over the hands on his hips, sliding along the slick leather as he let his body follow now. If he could not control his body to reject this dance partner he could at least make the best of it, right? After all, he had realized dimly, it was only a dream...

Makes no sense at all

Makes no sense to fall

Falling...

As the world falls down Falling...

Falling...

Falling in love...

Whatever powers that be help him, but he wanted that smoldering kiss again, and this time he did not want it to be chaste. As much as those eyes scared him, the rest of this man did not. As if reading his mind, the stranger’s lips slammed back to his, stealing his breath again, but this time when he gasped a tongue delved into the depths of his mouth, tasting, creasing, devouring.

He felt a moan reverberate in the man’s chest against his back, and he echoed it softly into the man’s mouth. Gently he reached out with his own tongue, letting it barely touch the other’s. The stranger drew in a sharp breath, his hands gripping his hips just a little tighter. That innocent touch had excited the body that pressed tightly to his, he could feel the arousal that pressed into the small of his back, it was then he realized just how much taller this man had to be, a good foot or more perhaps.

As the world falls down...

Down, Falling Falling...

Falling in love...

Falling in love...love...

Falling in love...

Falling in love...

Falling in love...

As the words were dying away he shook his head violently as lips touched to his pulse. “No!” He screamed and wrenched himself from the grasp the man had upon his body and jerked around only to find glass shattering right in his face.

Keene sat bolt up in his bed, breathing short and harsh, heart pounding harshly in his chest. His sheets were sticking to him with sweat which was cooling quickly while his body still burned from the dream, why it burned though was questionable. He gulped to steady himself as he pushed from the bed and untangled himself from the covers. He glanced at the clock on his beside table, four o’clock, an hour before his alarm was supposed to go off. He shrugged as he switched it off, he knew he would not be getting sleep any time soon.

Keene managed to find his way to his bathroom, still slightly groggy. He took his time in a freezing shower to wake himself fully. Once his hair was washed he was out and getting dressed in a pair of jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. The weather was just becoming a touch cool outside, signaling the coming winter ahead, signaling that on the day before Christmas would be his fifteenth birthday.

The teen set himself before the tv in the living room and let his mind wonder back to his dream, a blush spreading over his cheeks. Of all the hormonal things to creep into his little pervert mind that had to come up! He had never had such a dream before...and of all things...a MAN. No wonder his parents worried about him as much as they did...then again, that might have been because of the way he acted. Keene rarely spoke, he spent his time drawing things he saw in the real world and in his dreams, and he had very few friends. They had begun to take him to a shrink, but even there they got nothing from him. He spoke to only one person really, his elder sister who was presently in college.

Even now he had pulled out a sketched pad and was working away. It took him all day, he ignored his parents’ good-mornings, he ignored his teachers and few friends, he refused to do anything in gym, but as he sat waiting for his bus to get to his stop on the way home he had finished what he was working on. A pair of expressively lovely and dangerous eyes stared at him from his paper.

He was the last student on his bus to get off, as was the case everyday coming home from the highschool now (F.Y.I. being a freshmen sucked!). His head was bent over his drawing as he left the bus, finishing up the shadows that seemed to play in the eyes when he ran smack into a solid body, sending him straight onto his ass on the ground with a solid thunk and a yelp.

Keene’s gaze moved up the body before him, but he could not make out a face for his eyes were riveted to pale storm colored eyes that seemed to focus squarely on his very soul. He felt his breath catch as a black gloved hand was offered out to him. He took it without a thought and was pulled to his feet with ease. Keene was only at the height of five four, the man that towered over him had to be six foot six or seven.

“Hello.” A deep rumbling voice murmured as the hand about his held still to his smaller trembling one.

“HEY! KEENE!” Keene jumped near to a mile high as his name was called out. He looked around quickly and saw a woman of about five nine running his way, her long mahogany hair streaked with gold flying out behind her, her vivid violet eyes flecked with blue smiling as much as her full lips. Keene gave a bright smile to her sister as she came running and hugged him tightly. In that moment he had forgotten the man who had been gripping his hand. As his sister, Karin, released him he looked back to the man.

Now that the hold of those eyes was gone he could really get a look at the tall stranger. His hair was a pure raven with streaked strands of silver shot through some of the short curling hair along one temple, it gave him a more regal air, something more dignified. His face was strong, but angular and delicate, his skin pale as Keene’s own. Karin giggled when she noticed her brother staring at the man.

“Keene.” She said wrapping an arm about his shoulders. “This is my mythology professor and new fiancé, Magnus Quine Varian.” Keene nodded slowly as the older man’s sensual lips turned upward in a slight smile. He bent down then and picked up the teen’s sketched pad.

“This is yours I believe.” Magnus murmured as Karin ran off again as her mother called from the doorway of the house, walking back inside with her. Keene took the drawing book with a small nod and a soft thank you. He walked past Magnus only to feel breath brushing his ear and to hear these words...

“There’s such a sad love. Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel. Open and closed within your eyes. I’ll place the sky within your eyes...” Keene’s pulse sped as he jerked around, but found no one behind him. He turned back to his home only to see the edges of the black trench coat Magnus was wearing vanishing into the house. Keene stood there for a moment before he ran after the man who was haunting him now with those pale eyes, calling to his imagination. This Magnus was no normal man, and Keene knew in that moment as he shut the front door behind himself that he had followed damnation right into his own home.

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