ça fait très longtemps que je n'ai pas posté, je sais bien...
Alors voilà une histoire gothique (en anglais évidemment) que ma prof d'anglais nous a demandé d'écrire. Elle est un peu bâclée car notre temps était limité...
Mais bon, soyez pas trop méchants, c'est la première fois que j'écris une histoire en anglais. ^^
Bonne lecture !
Lyra Helveskyä was a young and beautiful lady, with a pale skin and dark hair, that is why people called her « the zombie ». She was really different from the other young ladies of her age, maybe because of her dark old clothes and her special tastes, but her principal difference was a power she had since her childhood : she was a medium. She could see ghosts, people's halo, and other different things belonging to the deads' world, things that ordinary people were not able to see. When she was only five, her parents died mysteriously.
She was in love with James Alinski, like most of the girls in her high school.
James Alinski was the representation of the perfect man, and all the city agreed upon this fact. He had short blond hair, brown eyes and a fit and sexy body. He was very popular, strong, and very attractive. He seemed to be a very kind person, all the students and teachers loved him.
Lyra was living with her adoptive family and she was beaten almost every day by her adoptive father who had became an alcoholic since Lyra was thirteen. But now, she was eighteen, so she decided to go away. But where ? She did not know it yet.
One day, she had been searching for her black cat, Boetia, her only friend. But she could not find her. She looked through her window. Boetia was outside the house, going away.
Lyra panicked. John, her adoptive father, did not want her to go outside, and he was sleeping in the bedroom next to her bedroom. But Boetia was going on the road !So Lyra went down the stairs, slowly, paying attention to not making any noises. She ran through the garden. Boetia was on the other side of the road. She crossed the road quickly but the black cat ran until the border of the forest. Lyra hesitated a second, but followed the cat through the forest.
Boetia was guiding Lyra to the castle, that would be occupied by a criminal called Ville Valo. Everyone told the most horrible stories on him, everybody said that he was a dangerous psychopath and that he was the one who killed the numerous persons who disappeared in the forest, like Lyra's parents. Lyra stopped and screamed:
“Boetia ! Come back ! Don't go there !”
But the cat looked at her with big eyes and went to the castle's garden.
“No !” said Lyra.
She took all her courage and followed the cat. The garden was big and beautiful, with great pine trees without their beautiful autumn foliage, because all around this place, the vegetation already had its winter outfit. Only the roses stayed as red as wine as if they froze with an eternal ice.
Lyra looked around her to find Boetia, but when she turned she came face to face with a pale and frightening man.
“-What are you doing here ? he said, with his deep voice.
-I beg your pardon sir, but I lost my cat... I think she is somewhere around here...
-She ? I will help you if you want.”
He had something strange, almost inhuman in his eyes but something really attractive too. He was wearing a long black coat with black pants and leather boots. He had long wavy hair dark hair, light green eyes (and oh ! beautiful eyes) and pale foundation like a dead man. He seemed to be slim and high. It began to snow.
“-You seem to be freezing, do you want to come inside the castle ? he asked.”
In her panic, Lyra had forgotten to take a warm coat, she was just wearing a Victorian dark purple and black dress with a delicate silk cardigan. She realized she was trembling.
“Yes, thank you...”
She felt like she was trapped in a cage. And this feeling grew up when she entered the castle: the doors closed by themselves behind the man and herself with a terrible noise.
“Don't be afraid, it is only my butler, Joseph. He is not really insane, but he's loosing his mind with age.” he said.
“Is this sentence meant to reassure me ?” thought Lyra.
A scary smile appeared on the man's face, as if he read in Lyra's thoughts.
The room was high and dark. The only two lights of the room came from a big window up on the wall and from the fireplace sculpted in a grey stone.
“You can sit down on a chair, Joseph will bring you some tea”.
The young lady obeyed. A silence lasted for some seconds, then Lyra decided to talk.
“-Who... Who are you ?
-Are you kidding ? Don't tell me that you have never heard about me.
-Lord Valo ?
-Yes, in blood and bones, he said with a little smile.
-Did you see my cat ?
-I see many cats you know. What is the name of yours ?”
Lyra was surprised: usually, people ask the color or the genre of the cat, not its name.
“-Boetia, she answered.
-It's a pretty name. And what is yours ?
-Lyra. Lyra Helveskyä.
-Helveskyä... I know this name, I already heard it but I don't remember... Who are your parents ?
-They died in the forest when I was five years old.
-Oh... he answered with a worried face.”
Lyra looked to the clock under the window. It was 9 pm !
“-If I go back home too late, John will kill me...
-Is he your adoptive father ?
-He does not treat you well, does he ?
-No... she said, with this impression that he read in her mind again.
-Why won't you stay here ?”
This question provoked an electric shock in Lyra's mind. Oh no, she did not want to come back home. She decided to stay in Lord Valo's castle, even if she did not know him. He just couldn't be worse than John.
Ville Valo had his eyes on Lyra, but not like as he was looking into her eyes, he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. His eyes were very beautiful, and for a few seconds, she believed to see a flame in his iris, but he straightened himself and said:
“Joseph will show you your bedroom if you want.”
Joseph, the little and squat old butler, came with a candlestick and went to the stairs without waiting Lyra. She jumped from her chair and followed quickly Joseph to the room. The bed was very comfortable, but she had a a lot of nightmares in her sleep. She dreamed that Lord Valo came at her with bloodshot eyes and bit her in the neck, emptying her blood until death came to take Lyra.
In the morning, she decided to take a bath. She looked around in the bedroom searching for clothes, but she remembered she had only the dress she wore last day. She went to open the door to search Lord Valo, but when she opened it he was just behind. Lyra jumped back and her hand hit an already broken vase. Her wrist were bleeding a bit. When Ville Valo saw a drop of blood falling on the floor, he jumped at her neck but when he saw her horrified big eyes, it provoked a blockage in all of the parts of his body and he suddenly became again like he was before.
Lyra was paralyzed by fear, her heart seemed to stop, and then her heart was pounding. She fainted in Ville Valo's arms.
A few seconds later, she opened her eyes. She was still in the arms of the man who tried to bite her neck. She wanted to go away, but she had not yet recovered her strength. She lifted her head and saw a shocking spectacle.
Lord Valo was crying. He had his hands clenched on the back of Lyra, and his face was hidden by his wet wavy hair, but she could see his tears rolling on his face.
A light appeared next to him. Lyra turned her head and saw that this light was nothing but a woman ghost.
“-He can't see me.
-Who are you ? Lyra whispered.
-I am Kaija, Ville's ex-wife. You do not have to be afraid of him.
-He tried to suck my blood.
-But he cannot.
Ville Valo straightened his head and looked into Lyra's eyes. He had swollen eyes.
“I'm sorry.” he said with a trembling voice.
He still had some black locks behind his face, he pushed it back with his hand and stopped his embrace.
“-Are you a...
-A vampire ? Yes. he answered before Lyra ended the question.
-So... How old are you ?
-And... Really ?”
He laughed and answered: “I am 138 years old.”
Lyra stared wide-eyed. A silence stayed a few seconds, then she asked, hesitant:
“-I'm sorry if I upset you but... What happened to Kaija ?
-Who told you about her ?! he said, his face fixed and his smile disappeared.
-You will not believe me.
-I will believe you, I promise.
-She... She was there ?
-Yes... I can see ghosts... When they want me to see them.
-What did she told you ?
-She said that she was your wife, and that I do not have to be afraid of you.
-Are you afraid ?
-You don't lie well, he said, with a naughty smile.”
Lyra blushed and woke up.
“-I think I have to go away.
-Where will you go ?”
A silence was the answer.
“-You can't go anywhere. If you come back to your adoptive father's house, he will kill you.
-You don't care about my life or my death, so why do you say that ?
-I care ! Stop saying stupid thing like that.
Yes, I'm a vampire, I feed myself with humans blood, I killed a lot of idiots, and I am damned, but for heaven's sake, don't say that !”
Lyra froze. She did not thought that he killed a lot of humans. She thought about her parents, and made the link. One word was turning in his mind: MURDER.
“-I know what you're thinking... he said, a deep expression on the face.
She was suddenly terrified. She ran down the stairs, crossed the door that was open and continued to run across the forest, crying for her parents, her only friend Boetia, and her life she risked.
She arrived in front of a house, breathless, with swollen eyes.
“Hey ! You're Lysa, aren't you ?”
Lyra heard this voice next to her. James Alinski. She smiled.
“-No, my name is Lyra...
-Oh, sorry. But... What happened ? Look what state you are !
-It is complicated, I don't want to talk about it...
-That's alright, I understand. Come with me, my house is just here.”
He gave her some of his sister's clothes, she took a bath, and then he made her a nice meal.
“-Thank you, really... You don't know me, but you are so kind with me...
-It's normal to help beautiful girls like you. he said with a little smile.”
Lyra went red, and realized he was undressing her with his eyes. Embarrassed, she was looking to her feet.
“-I know that you want me.
-What ? Wait, I think you did not understand me...
-Maybe, but you, you must understand that I have not had sex for several days.”
Lyra was shocked and alarmed. She stepped slowly to the door when he returned a log in the fireplace. She opened it quickly and ran. But James had seen her, and he ran behind her.
She went back to the forest, hoping she could sow him. But he recapture her and slammed her to the ground.
“You cannot escape anymore.”
He had a diabolic laugh, his eyes turned black.
But suddenly, he screamed. Lyra straightened her head and saw white hands strangling James. His scream was the most awful that she had never heard. When the scream stopped, Lyra saw Ville Valo, breathless, with James body at his feet, lifeless.
“-Why did you saved me ? she asked.
-Because I have this feeling who broke the ice that covered my heart, since I met you.”
Lyra was voiceless. Her heart was pounding, especially when she looked into Ville Valo's green eyes.
He fall on his knees, and took her in his arms.
“-I will never leave you, I never want to loose you again.” he said.
She looked into his eyes, and kissed his lips softly. It was a long and beautiful kiss, the beginning of an eternal love story.