Time.

The only true immortal. Human time is a mere drop in the ocean of this massive river. It ebbs and curls over everything, leaving nothing behind. Not even me. Things move, change, grow, and inevitably die.

The blood swirled in its circle of silver, coating the sides in a thick cardinal. She watched, silent, her long nails raking across the goblet as her fingers convulsed. It was not real silver, of course, but whatever it was made of was just as flexible. The metal caved in under her hands, spilling its contents in long, red rivulets down the ivory of her skin. Her eyes followed the flow, detached and seemingly disinterested.

The clock races forward, branding everything it touches. It flows, dragging everything forward with it. How long has it been since time has lost its effect on my body? I’ve forgotten... Perhaps time has stolen some of my memories… or, perhaps something else stole them. Settling the broken goblet down on the side table, she wiped at the blood, spoiling her white kerchief without a thought. She discarded the stained cloth on the floor; someone would pick it up.

There was a quiet kind of refinement in her as she flowed forward, propelled out of her seat by a twisted grace. She moved without seeming to, her features forming silent expressions without changing. A kind of strange magic humans just did not possess, could not possess.

It was the will of the human’s God.

The length of black silk surrounding her body brushed the floor, silent and smooth like a shadow. The dress was in the latest style, low cut and laced with charcoal gray details. It hugged her close around the waist, flaring down to the floor in layers upon layers of fabric. Underneath the skirts, her feet were bare save for the dark lines of her foot jewelry. They dribbled black glass beads around her ankles, running down the length of her foot to wrap her toes, shimmering in the low lighting.

She wore the dress at her master’s urging, suffering in layers upon layers of cloth. He thought the modern styles were elegant, and far more suited to her frame then the clothes of old; Master liked to dress her up like a doll. Anything he created, she would wear, knowing how it pleased him.

It was one of the few joys in his eternity.

There was a tired stretch of stone-bound hallways under the ground. Protection for the Night Stalkers while the sun danced in the sky. They curved and curled in on themselves in a twisted labyrinth; it would take hours for anyone to find them here, if they found anything at all before dark. Even she was slow to find her way, walking the bowed halls like a human. Her Master would have run through the walls, as their kind was meant to.

But she hadn’t the kind of power her Master did.

The stone was cool, and a little damp in some places where the rain had found its way in. It seeped through the ancient stone walls, causing long lines of something slick and green to cluster in the cracks. She paid no heed, making her way slowly through the labyrinth, running her long fingers through her ebony curls. Her hair had been growing for more than three hundred years; she had not cut it since the day her Master came to her. Since the day she died.

Time may be the only true immortal, but it rules behind the scenes. It excites awe, fear, and nostalgia. But it has no true value. It has no power over love, lust, or government. It hasn’t half the power my Master has gained since time lost its hold on him. He was suddenly waiting in the hall, his broad shoulders pressed against the wall to her left. One moment the dark hall was empty, the next it throbbed with his presence. She sighed heavily, yearning for the kind of power he possessed. If only I were stronger, I would be of more use to him. Perhaps, then, he would stop trying to get rid of me…

Hey. I know, I know. Long time no see. It sucks that I've been so busy. I HAVE been writing, justnot in complete thoughts or stories. Here's something I wrote under the influence of Hellsing (the anime). Yar. I'm working on Chapter 4 of My Sinful Blue, but it's not going well, because I'm trying to write four, five, and six at the same time. So I'm being slow, sorry sorry. I'm trying to also finish up Second Landing, but my schedual, with college and work is pretty crazy. We'll see what I get done, now that I have a little free time on Thursdays (yay, thursday!!!). Love to everyone, and thanks for reading.

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