Zenith 2

The stranger propped his arm on the same post and leaned his forehead against it heavily, sighing exasperatedly to himself. The emerald tint in his eyes glinted warily as he observed the distant girl with… adoration? Infatuation? Love?

His jaw was firmly set as he probed blindly through his maelstrom of emotions, neither certain of the proper feelings he held for her nor the reasons for being exceedingly devoted to her in a way that every strand of his constant attention stays irrationally watchful over her. He remained unmoving as the girl lifted her head to scan her quiet surroundings. The sky was still gloomy; the students were still few. His gaze sharpened as her eyes lingered on him for a fleeting second just as she did yesterday. As usual, he left his post once dawn broke.

Pearlie pursed her lips as today's final lesson neared its end; Sir Ripin was just finishing the third chapter in History. Night made no move in starting a conversation with Pearlie. He did answer her futile questions that were meant to get him talking, yet almost seemed not to acknowledge her presence throughout the day. Pearlie mused over her thoughts silently as she trod down the corridors toward the school gates. Pearlie pursed her lips again as she recalled the strong features of his gorgeous face frowning in abstruse concentration. Night had left himself detached from the rest. Nobody bothered him, not even Eric.

'Why aren't you in the second class?' Night asked on the third day, slightly sociable than he had been the day before. His mellow voice revealed nothing but courtesy, not sounding like he wanted her to return to her former class. Every so often, he would frown in fervent absorption at a particular thought briefly before slipping his expression into the impassive facade again. His sculptured nose and lips moved obediently, taut when they should be, relaxing when he wanted them to.

Pearlie paused a while before answering, 'I'm too smart to be in 5B.' A spontaneous smile broke across her elfin face.

Understanding swept over his face, but his emerald eyes remained unyielding upon a distant notion. '5A never had more than twenty students.' Night's shrewd eyes flicked toward Pearlie's. 'You must've been striving to get accepted into this class…'

The school bell rang earlier, signifying the end of lessons. In front of the school gates, shady trees cosseted weathered benches from the glare of the noon sun. A girl sat on one of the benches and bent over a book, her face hidden behind a curtain of hair.

A boy stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets. 'Remember me, Pearlie?'

'Sure, Night.' Pearlie answered without lifting her head.

There was a gap before he continued. 'Barely knowing me for a day and you've been able to recognise my voice?'

'I'd wager you would easily recognise my voice as well, especially when you've been spying on me for two years.' Pearlie finally closed her book and looked up at him with her intense olive eyes, revealing her soft neck. Her auburn hair slid back naturally.

Night's unfathomable emerald gaze caressed her appealing beauty. He could never upset her feelings. Night remained externally calm and collected but very formal. 'I apologise for intruding on your privacy. Please forgive me. My attention keeps turning toward you without… sense. It's very frustrating.' None of the emotions showed on his face.

Pearlie trusted his words, somehow. 'You'd never speak to me once.'

'Never till now,' Night nodded in sombre agreement.

'I knew, yet let you continue spying on me. I have nothing to forgive.' Pearlie thought aloud, her hand reaching up to touch his hand comfortingly.

His palm flicked up swiftly to grasp her hand in his. 'Thank you. I feel like an egotistic, self-centred maniac, Pearlie, but thank you for not holding any grudges on me.' Night kept quiet for a while. 'Would you mind if I… continue watching?'

Pearlie stared into his emerald eyes to find him frowning again, but in an apologetic way. Night's gaze dropped to her hand as his thumb stroked her alabaster fingers.

Pearlie's mind became mush. 'Uh… I don't mind. In fact, it makes me feel safe.'

'I'm glad.'

A grey van turned from a corner. Night gallantly brushed his sensual lips across her fingers. 'The driver's a pleasant guy. He winked at me once when I…'

'You spied on me after school, too?' Pearlie asked incredulously.

'You don't like it? We'll talk about it tomorrow, he's waiting. Take care.' Night gently released her hand.

Zenith 1

The sky, motionless and dim, hovered in its murky indigo defiance. Few students lingered around the dimly lit school compound. Pearlie, arriving earlier than the other students, had taken a bulky fictional book from her schoolbag and was picking a moderately bright corner along the corridor to continue the part of the story where she had left yesterday. She sat down and stooped over the book. Her auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders, obscuring her face. Unable to shake away the feeling that she was being watched, Pearlie swept a brief glance around her. Her olive eyes barely paused upon a solitary figure before returning to her book, her fingers fidgeting nervously.

Swathed in darkness, the silent stranger stuffed his hands in his pockets and propped himself against a post with palpable masculinity. His head was vaguely turned to a side, appearing deliberately bowed in search of shelter from the shadows. Thenceforth, Pearlie screwed her eyes onto the words of the book without understanding them.

The heavens brightened within an hour, and clouds reflected the rich orange and bright scarlet of the awakening sun. The dark peach walls of the town's secondary school complemented the luminous radiance of dawn. Students began to gather around the corridor, brewing up a faint hum of excited murmurs. Pearlie trudged toward the classrooms with her friends. The boy slung his bag over his shoulders and left his post languidly, eyes settling on her back as he ambled a few steps behind her. Pearlie smoothed her hair hastily.

'Stop gawking at her, Night, unless you want her complaining to her parents,' Zanders glimpsed sideways at the boy. 'Besides, she's in a different class, the second class. You don't even know her… do you?'

Night averted his emerald eyes swiftly, his russet hair blown loose from the breeze as they entered the classroom, which buzzed with aimless blather. The students immediately quietened as Madam Nabila strode into the classroom. The students greeted her in dull unison. Night froze into granite as he spotted a girl lingering at the doorway; her eyes flickered in his direction. He tensed rigidly, oblivious as the teacher waved a hand at the girl.

'Class, a student from the neighbouring class will be joining you from today onwards. Please have a sit, Pearlie.'

Realising the only empty seat available was right before him, his breathing became unconsciously shallow and ragged.

Zanders, who sat next to Night, whispered in a low voice, 'So are you going to gawk at her every second now?'

Night seemed unperturbed on the outside. He dropped his intent gaze politely as she neared him, or rather, the seat.

'Oh, I've never noticed the vacant chair before. Pearlie, you may sit in front of Night,' the teacher droned on.

'Wow, that's a dream coming true; can't put the blame on me if I'm jealous.' Zanders continued.

Night murmured quietly, 'Why would you be when your own girlfriend's sitting in front of you?' He suddenly looked smug. 'At least your girlfriend could try introducing me to Pearlie.'

Both of the boys stopped talking when Pearlie reached the seat.

'Welcome to 5A, the best and cutest class,' it was the teacher's voice again. Students are assigned to different classes according to their annual examination results. 5A, apparently the first class, is occupied by twenty students with the highest past year achievements.

Pang! Pearlie accidentally dropped her book on her way towards her seat. Night dashed forward to help just when she began to reach for her books, momentarily stunning her with his quicksilver poise. Within the few seconds their eyes truly met for the first time, incandescent emerald and olive burning into each other like molten metal. The whole class became completely hushed.

Madam Nabila's voice broke through the silence when Pearlie and Night stared at each other like fools. 'Yup, what did I tell you? This is the best and cutest class where boys know how to take every girl's heart.' Her words seemed to be directed at Night. All of the students in the class laughed including Zanders, while Night struggled to keep his face composed.

During a short, 20-minute breakfast recess, Pearlie and Zanders's lover, Nicol, who have been friends since childhood, went to the school canteen together. Near the end of recess, Pearlie saw the boys talking casually a few strides away.

Pearlie asked, 'Nicol, who's that guy?'

Nicol looked at Pearlie disbelievingly. 'I'm sure you've heard the teachers calling his name.'

Pearlie rolled her eyes. 'Yeah but…I hardly know him.'

'Oh, come on, then. I'll introduce Night to you.' Nicol walked toward them.

'What do you think of him?' Pearlie kept up with her pace.

'Night's a nice guy, I think.'

'You think?'

'Sometimes he could be humorous, and sometimes… sometimes he could be too cool for my liking. I don't know how you'd make of him, though.' Nicol said as she reached the boys.

'Zanders, can I introduce her to Night?' Nicol asked her boyfriend.

'Sure. The both of them would surely click at once, like the both of us.' Zanders grinned at Nicol as he hooked his arm behind Night's shoulders playfully, speaking without bothering to lower his voice, 'Hmm…Pearlie's quite attractive. What do you think, Night?'

Pearlie turned around to look at the surroundings, suddenly self-conscious.

'Hey, cool it, Night.' Zanders said teasingly. 'I was joking. Unlike you, I don't find her attractive at all.' He and his lover let out long peals of laughter.

'Well, don't just stand there. Shake hands when you meet a new friend. Proper courtesy, you know.' Zanders winked good-naturedly. 'Uh, guess we'll leave now.' Nicol followed him back to their classroom.

Pearlie's blood abandoned her extended arm when he took her hand in his and shook. 'Nice to meet you, Pearlie,' he pronounced each syllable perfectly.

'Nice to meet you, too,' echoed Pearlie, heart thudding against her sternum wildly as warmth radiated from his palm. If Night noticed how cold her hands were, he didn't mention it.

Pearlie cleared her throat softly; Night dropped his hand.

'Oops,' said Night lackadaisically as the school bell rang.

'What did you have for breakfast?' Pearlie asked.

'Zilch,' Night looked at the empty canteen solemnly before turning his back to it. 'I prefer getting food when students were lesser. But I'd skip a light meal for you.' He grinned. They strolled back to class, ignoring the swarm of students walking past them.

'I guess you really like being solitary,' Pearlie mumbled thoughtfully.

'Thank you.' His grin widened charmingly. 'Come, let's not tarry any longer. Sir Ripin scolds those who are late for his classes.' Night's stride lengthened.

Zanders smiled deviously at Night a couple of minutes before the teacher entered the class. Night looked at him sternly.

Zanders whistled, 'I'm not saying it's funny, but I will smile and laugh when I want to. Ha! Ha!' He laughed boisterously.

Puns

'I saw a dragon's tail once.'
'You don't see tales, you read them!'

In a game...
'Oh, there's a fowl!'
All audience turned to look with beady eyes
at the girl who was pointing at a swallow in the sky.

'Don't lemme catch ya using foul language again!' warned chicken A.
Chicken B retorted, 'Ye born a chicken, what more d'ya expect?!'

@ Join, fellow punsters, your taughts will be pose-third on the blog as rightfully yours.

Narrow Spark

With poise thou walked before me

As I tailed thee languidly

Spellbound by thy scent so fresh

My gaze rummaged thy soft flesh

A smile dawned upon thy face

On the cobbles my wide eyes braced

On my cheek thy lips hath traced

Incredulity halts my pace

Fervently our fingers laced

Reason threatened to efface

Thou held me in thine embrace

Render one's breath cease to phase

Thy lips meld with mine in ways

Lustful fire lunge into race

Thy soft lips a sensual case

Nonetheless I backed a pace

To me thy tears hath confide

Of thy glare whence I was eyed

Fear in thine heart hath abide

His blame on myself I chide

Diner played elegiac lied

Helpless arms spread wide to plead

Whilst thou cringe as woe betide

With anguished sobs thou left to hide

I sought thee at diner's door

Endless tears thine eyes still bore

Thy skirt risen form earth's ore

As I held thee to my core

In embrace to thee I swore

'Thou own my soul evermore

My beau need not mourn before'

Tears of joy thou wept galore

Power of thy love a dear lore

Over thy flesh hath my gaze pour

Husky whispers heard once more

Bestowed thine heart strength to soar

One's soft touch hath thy chin tilt

Thy soft voice arousing lilt

Ardent kisses to the hilt

Lips upon thine without guilt

Saved By Enemy's Venom

I lingered before the secluded abode, girdled by pine forests hailing the arrival of the cool northern wind. Evergreen needles danced from their twigs. Wrinkled branches were oars that rowed the frantic air. Into the lavish yet stinking parlour I strode, clutching a book and pen in my hands. I knelt gingerly before the source of the revolting stench - a lifeless corpse.

A jawless, Caucasian female corpse in her mid-twenties, dressed in a bloody nightgown lay sprawled on the carpet. Black ink scrawled over a blank page of the book as I bore a measuring stare upon the sight. Gazing from a pool of blood was my reflection, an average-looking lad who was too young to be a detective, presumably.

The rustle of the forests still reached my ears, echoing the presages of a hailstorm between the blood-splattered walls of the abode. Footsteps wrung my attention to the corridor beyond the doorway. Relief rippled through me as my lissom apprentice trudged her feet reluctantly across the wooden floorboards. Nevertheless, concern replaced relief after a brief scrutiny upon her pale alabaster face. I obeyed my first impulse, thus had crossed the few steps between us and enfolded her in my arms, indulging myself in a personal moment of bliss. Before any words of solace were spoken, alas, I was attacked.

An inhuman force threw me towards a far end of the parlour. Hitting full-length into the wall had caused me to bleed profusely. Immense pain surged through my body, rendering me helpless as an infant for what seemed like hours. Reminiscence brought into my mind an image of the intruder dragging my apprentice away from me in haste. Ivryl Bellissa, my dear apprentice, had never known of my love for her. My heart ached for Ivryl's return despite the excruciating throb of pain felt in my head.

The corpse twitched.

My frown deepened as an eerie chocking sound emanated from its throat, followed by a fountain of blood. Suddenly it clicked. Pieces of puzzle gathered into a whole. The kidnapper was a vampire. The corpse was turning into a vampire. The odds of rescuing Ivryl in my mortal state were negligible. An asinine notion surfaced from my thoughts. All pain forgotten, I snatched a table knife from the kitchen to finish the reviving corpse off, and then pressed the blade into my flesh. At that very moment our blood mixed, my entire body convulsed involuntarily, knees keeling over before the last strand of consciousness slipped away.

Regaining alertness, I grimaced as a familiar scent stung the back of my sensitive nose. My tongue tasted fangs in my mouth. Yet I resisted the onrush of lust for blood as my worry for Ivryl's safety raged within my chest. I inhaled sharply as her scent registered around me. Without further ado, I dashed from the abode and fled westward into the forests, closing in on the trail of my sweetheart's scent.

Driven by sheer will power, I followed my new senses beyond a cave's dim maw. Through the labyrinthine caverns I came upp to a grand chamber. I was nigh on swooning over the intense, telltale breath of Ivryl's existence somewhere nearby.

'You've changed,' a dark voice snarled.

I dropped into a guarded crouchby instinct, studying the distant figure intently.

'The lass' mine,' the demonic vampire hissed.

I stared into his murderous eyes, my eyes, ruby red as they should be after altering onself into a bloodsucking monster. Mirthless growls escaped from me. A hunter after the hunted, he stalked forward languidly till both were within striking distance, each betraying no expression yet knowing with acute precision that either could reach the other within a single, effortless leap.

The stale air was dead as two statuesque bodies tensed, alert. A rat scuttled hurriedly behind me, followed by the hollow sound of a skull spinning on the floor. It stopped; he sprang forward.

I dodged then immediately regained balance. Attacking and parrying, our feet barely touched the ground. I whirled around and landed a deft kick on the vampire's sternum, shooting him a homicidal glare. As did I when he first attacked me, the vampire slammed full-length against a wall but with such a force the chamber caved in and crushed his bones to dust.

A new sight twisted my heart into agony, for beyond the rubble was Ivryl, her fragile wrists handcuffed onto the wall of a now-ruined chamber. I dug through the rubble irately to release her from the cuffs, ripping the metal confines viciously till they screeched in protest, yet leaving her velvety skin unscathed.

Thou held me in thine embrace,

render one's breath cease to phase,

fervently out fingers laced,

reason threatened to efface;

thy lips meld with mine in ways,

lustful fire lunged into race,

thy soft lips a sensual case,

nonetheless I backed a pace.

Raw hunger for blood so fresh,

flowing twixt warm mortal flesh,

my soft voice deemed never good,

taint the trees to baneful mood;

to me thy tears hath confide,

thy soft voice arousing lilt,

'Let me in thy life abide,

devour my blood without guilt.'