Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Tiffany XXIII

BEAST OF BEAUTY
...HERE TO THERE THEY SCHEME...

CHAPTER XXIII

FRANCE HOSPITALS
SCENE I

My Dear, Sweet Jude:

This is not going at all like I'd plan, seeing you these last few days laying so

close to death continually how can I dare prove myself through this identical

death, sacrfice myself unto it so that my sweet Jude wouldn't have too? Ah

this earth, it imperils me so, it's very existence as prison walls all round us that

we need not escape, must not and yet we seep through the cracks unto another

time, that of our fellow man, a place not of our making.

All I know sweet Jude, or that I think I know is I never gave him permission

to taint my blood so. I never stood up and said yes, twas your freedom, yes kill me

twas not the power that god alone inhabits. I went away once unto my own discovery

and what I discovered was what I'd already known, that man is dead already. Spilling

their cruel and unusual venom into my flesh, confusing my mortal life, my very

protector to slay its' own self to ruin, welcome to the final holocaust they said.

Thou and thou alone was to have found me this day, yes, in a puddle of my own

wicked blood, this with a confession of self infecting circumstances that I and not this

killer instinct. That I alone take this my last breath, claim it as it was birth to me my

own. All I want to do now my sweet Jude is tear apart this flesh, pulling fort it's

beating heart, washing it in the blood and water spilled from the inconceivable

messiah of the supreme’s and give it unto you that I see life and living in your

wondrous fair and yes sweet Jude kiss you to seal you there.

Perhaps thrice, they told me, three years possibly, and this demon of man's

most foul lust, love and management claims the fantasies of yet another, thy sweet

Allyn Tristian for certain. Slain apart unto an existence not of his folly but yours?"

Not of yours?" But his?" The one hearing without ears, the one seeing without sight,

the one loving, without a heart, the one treasuring with a worth pleasures only unto

death. No wonder an empty blankness, darkness await these children of the damn.

I fear thee not dearest Jude, sweet one, you're all that’s' innocent, pleasant and fair,

you're beauty untouched still and finding forbearance there. Ah wait for it, yes wait

and find a splensous spontaneity engulfing your exploding bloods' ever last. Find her

sweet Jude the personality of thy loin and none other and spill yourself in those places

reuniting that blood, replenishing it unto death do its part, come now sweet Jude, live,

live unto the lover of thy heart, thy sweetest one.


I so wanted to complete you Jude, I so purposed, but neither was I born or created

unto it. Although finding myself dissolved into it, your innocent affairs like those

unattended, forgotten drips of replenishing waters making themselves into your crisp

flesh, into its molten infancy as one, created apart but now dissolved into a comforting

sameness, is not only what this lonely purposeless heart want but the one place all lonely

hearts are after with purpose. You're naturally fore born unto a sameness that is thy

woman, thy wife look for her sweet Jude, it is there, and only there you'll find a mission born

and created forth unto thee fulfilled, to my sweet Jude, thy sweet, APACHE ARROW

DEBURK III.


...THEN UNTO REHEARSALS AND PARTNERSHIPS...
SCENE II

"He's dying," folding the astonishing parchment away at talking back to them ,

"he has aids and he's dying." "Yes," displaying himself a witness to all his brother's

horrid vexations was Sioux Noel exceptionally kind "he says something about going

under cover" turning instead that he's to confront them "that Jude is how Alyn Tristan,"

"well actually Apache Arrow De'Burk has written some of the most phenomenon articles

for the Paris Globe." "By setting himself on the front line," "I've always warn him that

perhaps one day he would get in too deep," "he awaken from a party during one of these

trials with a syringe jammed into his right forearm," "one Jude bearing the now infamous

inscription," "welcome to aids." "That is where I" moving sorrowfully into a picture

window at wiping it's curtain away into a partly sunny day "sweet Jude come in," "I was

chosen as a suspect that he may get up close and personal with the gay community," "to a

certain point yes" "and you?" Speaking of a wondrous looking female that inspired even

him, "what is your say in all of this?" "I'm Alyn Tristan's wife," "his wife?" Was Jude

Aleksander made all the more arduous, guilty "I've been as much in the dark about this

thing as you." "He speak of suicide in this letter as well" witness upon as one managing a

foreign parchment "and how my near death experience alone is what has prevented him"

"it is true Alyn Tristan as you know him is very arrogant about Aids claiming his life,"

"he alone want to claim it," "but we're believers Jude," as though he's to devotedly

befriend him "you know what that mean?" "Alyn," parading himself in respect for them

both "I mean Apache Arrow as you call him speak of a messiah," "one given by the

supreme that can wash his soil blood clean and bring me back as life." "Yes," happy to

clarify such the like spiritualisms to him "that is his belief in the Supremes Christ" "but

Jude if he claim his own life he commits murder and will cast himself into an even

more outstanding peril," "according to your belief" flaunting himself distasteful, even

disdainful. "I must Jude find him," truly as those needing Jude's help, asking, even

pleading "this is the closest we've been to him in years" "what am I to do?" "He loves

you," approaching was she plain when she spoke "he'll always find you " "you're his

wife" fashioning, as so cleaving angry eyes at her, "why is he not finding you?" "He

doesn't have to sacrifice himself for me," "but you Jude," "he love you so much he's

willing to die that you may live," "that pure affections may thrive." "Me?" With one hand

laboring after himself, shaking and touching at a burning nostril, at biting passions

tightening his throat, those words did he peer all the more into a cloudy day "why me?"

"Indeed why now?" "My god man!" Was Apache Arrows' second brother made cutting,

as so panic "don't make us say it," "say what?" Soon portraying this eventfulness

suspiciously, anxiously, just as soon researching the kind parchment for other clues. "If

Jude the woman is for the man and the man is for the woman and both are of god,"

"created in this fashion by god," more cunning it seem, although was Sioux Noel just as

towering, as stalwart and as magnificent as Alyn Tristan, "and the works of this body

know this right well." "What happens Jude," did a fabulous appearing, even smelling

Sura Danielle speak up, "what happens when man decides the man is for the man and the

woman is for the woman and spilling their blood so unnaturally creates a confusion in the

body." "One Jude Aleksander that tarts the life line" "persuading it that which is good is

now evil," "that, that Jude which is safe is now an enemy and causes the body," "the life

line to become its own worst enemy?" "So," attending the slightest spill, that emotional

intrusion into a safe distance apart "instead of the body protecting itself a web is tangled

so profusely in the life line," it was now cloudy and beginning to rain "the blood," "that

in order to protect itself it unknowingly kill itself and herein a vicious intruder," "his

own man," "aids is birth forth?" "Only" with a single raised finger, intuition at com-

prehending this, their fairy tale reality "it doesn't stop there," "it goes forth as a wicked

messenger to all life lines throughout the world persuading it as it will whereas no blood

is safe and thus no manner of life is sacred." " Then you've read his suicidal confession?"

Inquiring carefully, though forthright of both their silences "yes" giving of a nod of

his head into a sweep of both cheeks "it's astonishing," "the way your Apache Arrow has

compared man to farmers and," "and us," "the homophile to blood farmers whose tainted

produce has sickened the blood intelligence unto man's very own extinction." "Sweet Alyn

Tristan will not harm himself," as to recollect himself proudly, unavoidably "not now"

"he is harmed already he know and nothing he does will cause him more harm than the

killer instinct possessing him right now" "he will find us all" fashioning himself directly

toward them not unlike his supposedly lover Alyn Tristan, an elevated, quite moving

attractiveness was Jude Aleksander "he will not suffer us this uncertainty for long,"

nodding an alike confidence so ambiguously another directive at imaging with them that

what goes into the man hath not only defiled him but has unleashed itself a monstrous

blood poisoning menace that will not be hindered. "He will find us" was there a

thunderous down pour of rain just before them, "he will Sura," for the first time speaking

to her directly "you will see it and be glad."





THE SUICIDAL CONFESSSION
BY: APACHE ARROW DE'BURK III
SCENE III

Suddenly all manner of projects, strategies and proposes are made, maybe even

a quarantine, but whose to be quarantine?" For how long?" For even V.I.P.s' from

every walk of life have confessed to this manner of farming. There's even a purpose

to close their green houses, to religuish the blood farmers rights to practice this deadly

choice, this act of liberty. NO! they cry and marched still, they have the right to

continue cultivating blood eating plants. The medical boards, governmental

organizations simply need to find a counterbalance to divert this killer instinct just

as they'd done with teen and unwanted pregnancies, just as they've done with alcohol

and drug abuse.


Soon how to resolve this blood eating circumstance, holocaust were no flesh, no

blood is safe becomes the American nightmare of the decade. One that by the year

2000 is affecting the hetersexual community in an alarming rate,130%. Affecting

other countries, Africa for example, 6000 blood farmers dead a week, that's a

week. This with this manner of farming practice in the multi-thousands by teens, a

large fraction committing suicide, millions of teengers to die around the glode

annually, 10 million in China. Whether blood farming is an act of freedom, suicide

or murder are the questions indeed, "YOU'RE KILLING ME", that's five or six

suicides ago, AAD3...


...HER DEVILISH PLOT REDEEMED...
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
SCENE IV

Susan was very upset at the ideal Tiffany had taken these matters into

her own hand not heeding Syefan's warning that it could be very dangerous.

And Nicholas she thought, he'd been trying to reach her for days. He had

no ideal Tiffany knew nothing about the vicious attack against him, his

fellow man, she'd not stood still long enough to let any one tell her. Even

her Relationship Day roses and present was witering away on top of her office

desk.


Today was the day they would begin composing the Adonai wedding

dress and she was no where to be found, half of the day already spent.

The fortuitous lace was coming along greatly but they needed to decide

on the material and the color, although she and Erica thought Tiffany's

favorite color rose and beige would be fasinating. Susan was cutting the

day short, she'd promised Jeremy she would pick him up early, it was

Syefan's birthday and they'd planned a nice family outing.


...THE ACORNS ARE FALLING DEAR SURA...
... SCENE V

"Vincent and I talked the other night", Ashleigh carefully considered of she

and Anthonys' lunch date, "so what did he want?" "I mean he didn't threaten

you?" "No", "he came to apologize for the party", "for being such an ass he

said", "he came", Anthony sat his glass, "he came were?" "To my place",

she sipped her glass, hide, "I see", "so you let him into the apartment?". "Yes,

she grew candid "he asked if we could talk", "promised he wouldn't harm

me", "ah I see", he wiped his hands, mouth, distrubingly, "and you believed

that?" "I had no reason to believe other" "I don't trust him Ash", a concern

Anthony Dale lean in "I want you to stay away from this guy" "so you're

ordering me around now?" She grew loud "come on Ash", he kept his voice

down, "that wasn't an order and you know it" "I don't like this guy", "and

what?" "I'm suppose to dislike him because you're jealous?" "I'm not jealous"

he point his spoon, "he's a jerk Ash", "and he's dangerous" "just how would

you know that Tony?" "I just know" "I told you he apologized" "and I'm tell you

he didn't come here so you all could share I'm so sorry stories" "he wants

revenge", "you're being paranoid", she finished her plate, "and you're frightening

me" "good you should be frighten", he sipped his glass yet comtemplating her, "no

Tony" she breath, "I'm not gonna let you do this" "do what Ash?" "I'm telling

you what this guy want is something you can't give" "and what he'll take is some-

thing neither of us can afford" "you're not making sense", she was pushing from

the table ""I'm finished" "wait a minute", Anthony grabbed her wrist into her

standing, "sit down", "what! she loath him "just who do you think you are"?

"Ash please" "people are staring" "let me go Tony", she wrestled him "now

damn it! "or I'll scream", she jerked away, grabbing her things, storming out.


"Damn it", Anthony exploded, knocking his plate away, he couldn't

believe she could be so stubborn and so neive. Anthony didn't trust this

guy, he was more than disappointed at that party he was enraged even

menacing. He didn't know what he'd told Ashleigh but he was lying and

Anthony was certain of that.


This Vincent guy wanted Ashleigh heart of which he knew he couldn't

have, and if he couldn't have her heart he wanted her life. This Anthony

was persuaded, he felt this guy had a fatal attraction of some sort toward

Ashleigh and therefore he produced inpending danger, he didn't know how

he knew, he just knew.


... A CREATIVE IMAGINATION...
SCENE VI

"{{{Tiffany", "where the hell are you"? "And why aren't you returning my

calls?" "This is so unfair", "and so unlike you", "call me"," it's very urgent}}}"

Tiffany was listening to another message Nicholas had left on her answering

machine. She was packing, she had a flight to Jerusalem in about an hour. She

was reluctant to cut that answering machine on, fearing he'd call and left

another one of his distressing messages as he'd done every day passed.


There was no way she could call him and tell him she was going to

Jerusalem Israel to search for Christian, there's no way he would

understand, no way. It was here Tiffany hoped the unconditional love they

shared would withstand her indescribable need to simply do this.


Tiffany didn't know what was so urgent, she didn't know about the

vicious attack against him and his fellow colleagues. She thought he was

being as paranoid as he sometimes was whenever their mundane

association was broken. She had an urgency more pressing than his spells

of uncertainty and she had only minutes to pack.


She'd not told any of them her plans and she knew once the girls found

out she would be in so much trouble, but that was a chance she was

willing to take. She wouldn't be able to rest until she found out what of

Christian Cros, that maybe she was his last hope wherever he was. It seemed

he'd forsaken everything he'd worked for and that she thought didn't

make sense.


Tiffany learn from Syefan's contacts that Carmilla was really interested

in hospitals and reconstruction specialist in area Jerusalem, she also learn

there were many such surgeons and there was no certainty of either.

Tiffany thought it was a long shot, remembering when Christian told her

his heart was too weak for such surgeries, but there was a grave

possibility Carmilla talked him into having such a surgery and a more

frightening possibility he didn't survive and may possibly be dead, but these

were only possibilities, she thought, taking one last glance back, flicking

the light out.


...WITH NONENTITY TO FORESTLL THE PASS TIME...
SCENE VII

"Where is she Philip?" Was a worried as this Nicholas Edin having only a spinach

salad for lunch, "she's' not answering her phone," "not returning any of my calls."

"My god Tristan?" Peering up of a heighten heart at being disrupted from behind, "I

didn't mean to frighten you," taking a seat at lunch into them "it's just Phil that I really

need her right now you know." "Her?" Designing his choice of lunch from a tray to their

table "Tiffany Ann I mean," "you don't Tristan know her" "she's Nicholas Edin written

all over your face," "that is where I will no doubt know her." "You have left plenty

messages Nicko man," "she'll call soon" "I agree with Phil here and will share this,"

"there were Nicholas four words that mother would say and when she would say them

you knew that all would be right with the world." "It'll work out," "this she would say

and amazingly everything would brighten." "You Alyn have a girl?" Did a visibly ailing

Philip Mance think to ask, "siblings?" "I have a wife," readying his drink unto its first sip

"her name is Sura Danielle," "and Phil there are four brothers," breaking his bread unto

it's buttering "all younger," "one is Arise Sioux Noel," "Alien Mohawk Nation," "Marked

Tree Stands" and the youngest one he is Raging Cheyenne Indian Chief," "my mother

was Pawnee" explaining his side into his first bite "my father Apache," "you're not

actually Alyn Tristan I take it?" Was an otherwise Nicholas Edin at these attention-

grabbing revelations beginning to enjoy his salad, "no," "I'm Victor Apache Arrow the

Third." "Perhaps it will not do for you Nicholas Coogan," again all the more making a

dent in his meal of choice "those four words as it has for me," "but its' my most special

gift." "I'm afraid Alyn you're right" pushing a barely eaten plate away, "they render little

satisfaction to my aching purpose to simply tear into hers," "getting completely lost

there," "forever." "I'm sorry" realizing himself, his intimate bluntness "I shouldn't be so

blunt," "no it's I who interfered," "she's a fortunate woman," "no," shaking a weariness

as this away into a faint smile "it is I Alyn who's the fortunate one" "she is becoming my

life and I'm so near death now that we're even further apart." "Well I have a meeting to

get to" did a melancholic, somewhat bereaved Philip Mance push up and away from the

eating table. "I need to be more compassionate yes," "Philip did indeed lose a great and

personal friend," "the heart Nicholas Coogan," truly witnessed upon as one toasting partil

glass unto a specific cause "want what the heart want."

... NONENTITY INTO DESCRATION...
SCENE VIII



Alyn Tristan was also in love, he was head over hill with one Sura Danielle De' Burk

his glorious wife and he despised the death he died in another's man's heart. Vowing to

himself he would have her again, take her by force. But what was there to

have when he'd forsaken her so? It seemed all of his time, place had been

spent unto one Jude Aleksander Adams and he was completely smitten of

their especial love. He couldn't help loving him, not many people could

help loving such a perfectly passionate and marvelously compassionate

man.

He was in one word unbelievable and yet he was so miraculously real.

Alyn Tristan smiled when he considered how priceless he was and adorably

factual. Although as he'd shared with Jude he didn't belong to him, as Jude

didn't belong to Alyn Tristan, no it was his wife he had to find, obeying the

command he'd given Jude, that he'd been given a wondrous woman to

which the mold so mysteriously broke at it's cracking sounding like the

breaking of his priceless heart spilling it's way back to her.








...UNTO THITHERWARD I WONDER...
SCENE VIIII

"What got your collar up so?" Erica concern of a seething Ashleigh Michelle,

"that damn Anthony", she tossed, "lord", "what did he do to get you so angry?"

"You know Vincent?" "Our Vincent?" Erica puzzled somewhat, "he's only

one of the most gorgeous men at Dissausion", Erica studied various materials,

"well a few months ago we were engaged", "excuse me?" Erica attention was

spent for now,. "who was engaged?" She closed the book, "Vincent and I",

"ok give me a moment to reflect" "stop it Erica", Ashleigh paced nervously,

"this is serious" "I see" "so not only were you engaged to Anthony but to Vincent"

"at the same time" "no! she sneered at, hitting Erica, "it was after Anthony was

emprisoned", "I left him at the alter" "say again", Erica was very taunting, "I said I

left Vincent at the alter", "let me get this straight", "you left the Italian Stallion at the

wedding alter?" "What are you doing?", Ashleigh confused of Erica touching her

forehead, "hell I'm trying to see if you have a damn fever or something", "Erica?"

Ashleigh rolled her stunning eyes, "hell! Erica funned, "I am being serious" "you

left something that beautiful behind", "everything is about looks with you", "well

I wouldn't say everything", she lean into a conniving smile, "you are impossible",

Ashleigh wanted to stormed out, "just like Tiffany say", "well I think I'm just

misunderstood", "so what Anthony is jealous?", "He say's he not", "but I believe

he is", "well should he be?". "No", "there's nothing between Vincent and I now"

"nothing but Anthony", Erica played still, "you sound very convincing", "yeah

well whatever" "I don't know", "If I had to choose between those two gorgeous

men I would be just as confused", Erica went on to make several choices, "damn

it Erica! she burn up "I'm not confused", "Anthony just made me angry that's

all", "I bet that's all", "why am I even talking to you", she stormed out, Erica

shook her head, she was so thankful it was Ashleigh this time and not her, that

those were things, roller coaster relationships she would never be bothered

with again, for she was married, she celebrated, married, married, married.


...UNTO THE DISTANCE...
SCENE X

"This is Coogan", Syefan answered, Tiffany paused for a second thinking

how much Syefan sound like Nicholas, of course Nicholas would never

answer the phone so uncautiously. "It's Tiffany", she swallowed, awaiting

his stinging repriminded "girl where the hell are you? He fussed, "I really

can't say", "can't or won't?" "Look! she breath better, "I really need the

names of those hospitals", "did you call Nickie?" "Ah, she stumbled, "I",

"you didn't did you?" "What's the big emergency anyway"? "He wanted to

be the one to tell you" "is some" " is something wrong?" Tiffany was frighten,

"My god has something" "He and a few of his fellow attorneys were attacked"

"attacked! "what do you mean attacked"? It was here Tiffany could think of

nothing but the vicious cartel they's barely escaped had return. "aw god is he

alright?" "Damn it Tiffany you need to call him! "is he alright? She grew

terribly frighten, "he's fine", "he's more concern about you" "well what happen?"

"He and about six others were mysteriously drugged" "drugged, she disbelieved,

"I didn't know" "I thought he was being over zealous" "Tiffany", "two of them

died", "one is still coma-tosed, and two just recently released, "dead" she gasped

horribly, "a Wren Nouvilian", "and Sergio Felsenthal", "Bradford and I insisted

we come to him but to no prevail"."you've been so concern about this Christian"

"yes I have", she sat her purse into the empty seat, "but that has nothing to do with

Nicholas", "yeah well keep telling yourself that" "look! she wiped her strands back

into tail, "I didn't call to be lectured", "especially not by you",."you're right", "are

you sure he's alright?" "I tried calling but there was a bad connection", "he's a bit

shaken up", "other than that he's fine", "look I'll give you the few names I have"

"but it won't do much good unless you're actually there?" "Hello Tiffany?" Syefan

suspected the errie silence, "yes I heard you", "now I can call you with more on

tomorrow", "ok that'll work". "Tiffany you're not planning to go there?" Syefan

listen intensely "I'll wait for your call", "Tiffany", " tell me you're not going to

Jerusalem?" "Tif-fa-ny! "are you crazy?" Syefan terrified. "I can send an

investigator", "do you here me?" "Tiffany", he warn, "that is out of the question

you hear me", "I know just the right guy", "I can call him right now", "I'm already

in route Sye" "are you nuts!!! he fire up, "you have no ideal what you're doing",

"Tiffany", you can't go to Jerusalem alone", "it's much too dangerous", "there's

this thing with Saddam, Kuwait" "Tiffany! "it's done Sye", "I'm sorry but it's done"

"I'll talk to you later", she ended the call, "damn it" a vicious Syefan flew off the

handle, "Nicholas is gonna freaking kill me"! he dailed the phone.

Syefan Erin had to get in touch with Agurus Janzzen, a private detective he knew

who was familiar with that area being born and raised in Iran. Syefan couldn't believe

she'd actually abandoned everything and was on a flight to Jerusalem. She could easily

disappear and never be heard of again, of all the stupid, childish things he fussed.

Syefan needed Agurus on the next available flight. She could get sold into salary, hell

with her looks, like of experience, he trembled thinking what could become of her.

He'd promised Nicholas he would look out for her, he hoped he could keep that

promise.


part two
part two

...ACCURATELY DISPOSED OF...
THE MACREMORE CASTLE
SCENE XI

"I think it's her", Tristan hand Nicholas the phone, awaking him

as he'd requested, {{{"Tiffany", he glanced up at Tristan who was clearly

dressed to get out, "{god where have you been?" Massaging the sleep and

fatigue from his eyes into a stand about "I'm fine?" "Tiffany I'm fine", "ok",

"yes it's true", "we don't rightly know" "look why haven't you returned my

calls?" "No Jude suffered a heart seizure and Philip as well as Ly Lnn

are" "Tiffany! "Tiffany what are you up to?" "Because I know" "no because

I know you Tiffany", "I know when something isn't right" "I can” “I can barely"

"where are you?" He irritated into a sit, a rest, "wait", "wait a minute I didn't hear

you", "Tiffany what", "are you in flight?" "No" shaking a dramatic mistrust into

the reciever "I don't trust this", "not when you're not being completely", "ok"

"ok then tell me where you are?" "What does Sye has to be with this?" "I haven't

talked to", "Tiffany", gnashing his lip with enough intensity to choke sense into her,

"stop avoiding the damn question" "go! "what", "yes I'm upset", "I'm freaking in

the dark here", "what! "go where Tiffany?" "I'm", "no don't hang up" covering

his ear at better to hear "what?" "I can't", "I can hardly hear you" unconsciously

growing louder "Tiffany?" "Hello", "Tiffany! "damn it” slamming the receiver at

blaming the phone, wondering what the hell was going on with her, “damn

it”
It was for a certainty Nicholas had no ideal were Tiffany was, what she

was up to, but he was almost certain it had nothing to do with him, nor

Paris. It was that something tearing at him that he just couldn't put his finger

on, something close and yet so far away. What was so urgent, so private

that she couldn't tell him about?" She was escaping him, getting further away

for reasons unknown, this wasn't a good thing he believed sitting and covering

his head in his lap, this was not a good thing.


...THIS SAVAGE EPISODE SURA...
DISSUASION MODELING AGENCY
SCENE XII

"Yea", Erica wondered into a beautiful, strongly depression Anthony Decorte,

"I was suppose to talk to Miss Saurus but I can't find her", " I was told to see you

instead" "well what did you need?" "She talked to me about posing for Dissuasions

male calendar", "ah yes, Erica lit up "and did you decide?" "Well I'm no model",

"you don't have to be" "all you have to do is strike a rather glamorous pose", "reveal

a few of your hobbies and we do the rest" "I hope you say yes" was she taunting him?

"We want as many of our male's in it as possible", "well" moving off into smile only as

wondrous as he could, "I'll do it", "great! "did she say which month you would pose

for?" "yea, hesitating into ideology did was against Ashleigh’s wishes "July", "splendid"

wholly delighting herself in the above normal vision he was "I'll be sending memos

throughout the agency instructing you guys when and where", "well ok" backing out,

off, remembering to offer Erica his hand "thanks" “no Anthony” seeing him to the

door, “thank you

An unsettled Erica Lynn watched Anthony's rather charming descent, his smooth

very careful frolicking. He was indeed a very attractive man, but at Dissuasion they

were surrounded by men of his selfsame caliber, though Anthony was different from

most. Erica thought he bore an innocence, a spirit of modesty she couldn't wait to

capture on her camera, releasing it into the world, that it be exalted, even worshipped.

There was no doubt he bore a hidden crush for Tiffany but what man didn't, thus

they knew if she asked him he would probably accept. Just great Erica rejoiced,

when she pondered what clever ideals she and Corronda would come up with for

this project, and how stupendous Anthony would look in swim wear. It ideally

that one undertaking that would put Dissuasion and her priceless males on the

map.

...ACHING AND BLACKENING SOUL'S BLOOD...
SCENE XIII

It was quitting time and Anthony hadn't seen Ashleigh since lunch and there

rather heated discussion. He could be wrong about this guy he pondered through-

out the day, but he doubted it. Although there was no way he was going to

persuade Ashleigh. So he figure he better learn to play this thing by wisdom and

not petty accusations. He even searched himself making certain jealousy wasn't

rearing it's ugly head, but he really felt he had nothing to be jealous about.

Anthony hoped Ashleigh would forgive and forget and not blow their

heated disagreement out of portion. He had an opinion about this guy and

that was it. Of course if he'd known she would be so sensitive about
the matter he wouldn't have said nothing. He really loved her and didn't

want to see her get hurt.

This guy Anthony thought, despite how innocent he claimed to be,

spelled trouble. He was a bomb of pain waiting to happen and when he

explode Anthony didn't want Ashleigh anywhere around. Though this

would be literally impossible if she really trust this guy. It was here he

hoped she'd calmed down enough for them to continue with there plans

to go out for dinner, theater and dancing.


...TO HERE THEY COME DEAR SURA...
JERUSALEM ISRAEL
SCENE XIV

Doctor Etzger was pleased indeed as the remaining bandages were removed

from Christian's face. It was far greater than he'd expected, he was indeed beautiful

again. Absolutely perfect the doctor celebrated. "Well Mr. Artelon” kneeling into

his ungrateful patient "you're you again", "nurse” “get Mr. Artelon a mirror", "no

mirrors" growing all the more slumber, "you're quite perfect sir", his nurse was excited

for him "well I salute you doctor for a job well done", "may I return to my room now?"

"Mr. Artelon" "please doctor" sitting th wheeled chair, distastefully awaiting his

leave "there's is nothing more you can do" "I'm most sorry about your", "like I said

there's nothing more you can do", "but Mr. Artelon" chasing him still as he had the

most unbelievable news "look you proved your theory" "your damn ginny pig is per-

fect” "now leave me the hell alone!!! "Mr. Artelon I must insist you reframe from

this rather choleric demeanor", he motion to the nurse to leave them, "help us get

you back to your feet", "feeling sorry for yourself just isn't going to cut it". Christian

stared at the doctor rather blatantly, bitterly "did I not ask you to leave me?" Spinning

the wheeled chair off into his desired direction, leaving a reluctant Doctor to his own

peril, “the scares Mr. Artelon simply wiped away” not as yet getting Christian Cros’s

courtesy “as though they were purely cosmetic” “what did you say?” “I know I

thought someone was playing a joke” “those scares simply crumbled into dust leaving

your skin as newly-fashioned and as smooth as the baby’s bottom.”

Spinning off all the more, pretending he didn't care a frustrated Christian

Cros cursed the mirror yet laying his lap by violently crashing it into his wall,

"now they can add ten years of bad luck to my already miserable life", he screamed

these injurious anger at defeat aloud "what have I done?" Knowingly blinking tingling

eyes into a tighten, painful throat, uselessly bursting into tears at moving himself over

to study the broken glass spilled so attentively, a shattered mess now reminding him

of his now broken existence.


...YET TO YONDER PLACES THEY'RE TO FLED...
SCENE XV

"How did you ever find me?" Sura Danielle was despising a husband that

she'd not seen in literally two years. "It wasn't hard", well fashioned Alyn Tristan

described "I've always known where you was if I needed to get to you", "ah how

very commendable" Sura Danielle hated him, not allowing him in. "I know you got

my letters and I know that you know the distress I've been in", "and what about me

Alyn?" She frown on "what about my distress", "what about Sioux Noel?" "Alien

Mohawk?" "Marked Tree?" "and Cheyenne?" "I flipped ok", "when that doctor

looked into those test and varified I had full blown aids and possibly three years

at most to live", he soften his voice, "I didn't think", "hell I couldn't think" "all I

know I was in hell” "I couldn't come to you", "hurt you", "yes Alyn you could"

as heighten as he "I'm thy wife", "that’s' what I'm here for" "my god if you need

to hurt me with your pains then hurt me" "if you need to embitter me" "depress

me my god do it at my side", "in my heart", "in our pleasures were together we

can find completion" "we can discover a door opening to that joyous morn" "Jude

Adams said you would find me" walking away from the door at allowing his entry,

"I thought I knew you but this man", "man Alyn", "that you love", "seem to know

you better than" "Jude Adams", he grabbed her arm, rushed into her face "wait

you've seen Jude?" "Talked with Jude?" "Sioux Noel and I both", jerking a sore

arm away, "he is conscience?" Alyn Tristan suspected her the more "he is very

well", "my god", exhausting away into a seat, feeling his tired, weary outlook, "my

god it's happening" wiping and sniffing back burning tears "what's happen?" Seeing

forthwith after her husband, kneeling to him "what's happen?" "My heart", he was

crying, "my sweet Alyn Tristan” feeling his darling face, tears, his kind kiss to her

hand. "I've missed you, he touched her soft dark hair, her smooth tan face, "I so

want to climb into your places" "then come", "no", he shook, "I can't", "yes" Sura

brought him "we'll be careful I promise" loaning her hand of appreciation into

both their stand, here leading him unto this his wife.


...COMING TO TRAVEL ABROAD...
SCENE XVI
Nicholas awaken into dialing Syefan, realizing out of a slumbering stupor that

Tiffany hadn't return her call as promised. It was early morn, barely day he

glanced toward the window. Nicholas hoped Syefan could shed some light on the

situation as Tiffany seemed to be so persuaded. The more he worried about it, the

more he was convinced Tiffany called him from a plane. He even pondered again

if she could be coming to Paris to surprise him, hell he didn't know what to think

after such a beautiful gift, its romantic proposal to marriage.

I peered from my window and saw something beautiful growing out

of the chaotic earth and I thought tis hope after all.. your eternal love,

husband, Nicholas...


"{{{Susan", Nicholas cautioned of her soft hello, "I'm sorry I woke you but I

need to talk to Sye", "it's Nickie she waken him, handling him the phone.

"Yeah Nickie", "you have any ideal what's going with Tiffany?" "How should

I know?" "We talked earlier", "she was cond be very dangerous.

And Nicholas she thought, he'd been trying to reach her for days. He had

no ideal Tiffany knew nothing about the vicious attack against him, his

fellow man, she'd not stood still long enough to let any one tell her. Even

her Relationship Day roses and present was witering away on top of her office

desk.


Today was the day they would begin composing the Adonai wedding

dress and she was no where to be found, half of the day already spent.

The fortuitous lace was coming along greatly but they needed to decide

on the material and the color, although she and Erica thought Tiffany's

favorite color rose and beige would be fasinating. Susan was cutting the

day short, she'd promised Jeremy she would pick him up early, it was

Syefan's birthday and they'd planned a nice family outing.


...THE ACORNS ARE FALLING DEAR SURA...
... SCENE V

"Vincent and I talked the other night", Ashleigh carefully considered of she

and Anthonys' lunch date, "so what did he want?" "I mean he didn't threaten

you?" "No", "he came to apologize for the party", "for being such an ass he

said", "he came", Anthony sat his glass, "he came were?" "To my place",

she sipped her glass, hide, "I see", "so you let him into the apartment?". "Yes,

she grew candid "he asked if we could talk", "promised he wouldn't harm

me", "ah I see", he wiped his hands, mouth, distrubingly, "and you believed

that?" "I had no reason to believe other" "I don't trust him Ash", a concern

Anthony Dale lean in "I want you to stay away from this guy" "so you're

ordering me around now?" She grew loud "come on Ash", he kept his voice

down, "that wasn't an order and you know it" "I don't like this guy", "and

what?" "I'm suppose to dislike him because you're jealous?" "I'm not jealous"

he point his spoon, "he's a jerk Ash", "and he's dangerous" "just how would

you know that Tony?" "I just know" "I told you he apologized" "and I'm tell you

he didn't come here so you all could share I'm so sorry stories" "he wants

revenge", "you're being paranoid", she finished her plate, "and you're frightening

me" "good you should be frighten", he sipped his glass yet comtemplating her, "no

Tony" she breath, "I'm not gonna let you do this" "do what Ash?" "I'm telling

you what this guy want is something you can't give" "and what he'll take is some-

thing neither of us can afford" "you're not making sense", she was pushing from

the table ""I'm finished" "wait a minute", Anthony grabbed her wrist into her

standing, "sit down", "what! she loath him "just who do you think you are"?

"Ash please" "people are staring" "let me go Tony", she wrestled him "now

damn it! "or I'll scream", she jerked away, grabbing her things, storming out.


"Damn it", Anthony exploded, knocking his plate away, he couldn't

believe she could be so stubborn and so neive. Anthony didn't trust this

guy, he was more than disappointed at that party he was enraged even

menacing. He didn't know what he'd told Ashleigh but he was lying and

Anthony was certain of that.


This Vincent guy wanted Ashleigh heart of which he knew he couldn't

have, and if he couldn't have her heart he wanted her life. This Anthony

was persuaded, he felt this guy had a fatal attraction of some sort toward

Ashleigh and therefore he produced inpending danger, he didn't know how

he knew, he just knew.


... A CREATIVE IMAGINATION...
SCENE VI

"{{{Tiffany", "where the hell are you"? "And why aren't you returning my

calls?" "This is so unfair", "and so unlike you", "call me"," it's very urgent}}}"

Tiffany was listening to another message Nicholas had left on her answering

machine. She was packing, she had a flight to Jerusalem in about an hour. She

was reluctant to cut that answering machine on, fearing he'd call and left

another one of his distressing messages as he'd done every day passed.


There was no way she could call him and tell him she was going to

Jerusalem Israel to search for Christian, there's no way he would

understand, no way. It was here Tiffany hoped the unconditional love they

shared would withstand her indescribable need to simply do this.


Tiffany didn't know what was so urgent, she didn't know about the

vicious attack against him and his fellow colleagues. She thought he was

being as paranoid as he sometimes was whenever their mundane

association was broken. She had an urgency more pressing than his spells

of uncertainty and she had only minutes to pack.


She'd not told any of them her plans and she knew once the girls found

out she would be in so much trouble, but that was a chance she was

willing to take. She wouldn't be able to rest until she found out what of

Christian Cros, that maybe she was his last hope wherever he was. It seemed

he'd forsaken everything he'd worked for and that she thought didn't

make sense.


Tiffany learn from Syefan's contacts that Carmilla was really interested

in hospitals and reconstruction specialist in area Jerusalem, she also learn

there were many such surgeons and there was no certainty of either.

Tiffany thought it was a long shot, remembering when Christian told her

his heart was too weak for such surgeries, but there was a grave

possibility Carmilla talked him into having such a surgery and a more

frightening possibility he didn't survive and may possibly be dead, but these

were only possibilities, she thought, taking one last glance back, flicking

the light out.


...WITH NONENTITY TO FORESTLL THE PASS TIME...
SCENE VII

"Where is she Philip?" Was a worried as this Nicholas Edin having only a spinach

salad for lunch, "she's' not answering her phone," "not returning any of my calls."

"My god Tristan?" Peering up of a heighten heart at being disrupted from behind, "I

didn't mean to frighten you," taking a seat at lunch into them "it's just Phil that I really

need her right now you know." "Her?" Designing his choice of lunch from a tray to their

table "Tiffany Ann I mean," "you don't Tristan know her" "she's Nicholas Edin written

all over your face," "that is where I will no doubt know her." "You have left plenty

messages Nicko man," "she'll call soon" "I agree with Phil here and will share this,"

"there were Nicholas four words that mother would say and when she would say them

you knew that all would be right with the world." "It'll work out," "this she would say

and amazingly everything would brighten." "You Alyn have a girl?" Did a visibly ailing

Philip Mance think to ask, "siblings?" "I have a wife," readying his drink unto its first sip

"her name is Sura Danielle," "and Phil there are four brothers," breaking his bread unto

it's buttering "all younger," "one is Arise Sioux Noel," "Alien Mohawk Nation," "Marked

Tree Stands" and the youngest one he is Raging Cheyenne Indian Chief," "my mother

was Pawnee" explaining his side into his first bite "my father Apache," "you're not

actually Alyn Tristan I take it?" Was an otherwise Nicholas Edin at these attention-

grabbing revelations beginning to enjoy his salad, "no," "I'm Victor Apache Arrow the

Third." "Perhaps it will not do for you Nicholas Coogan," again all the more making a

dent in his meal of choice "those four words as it has for me," "but its' my most special

gift." "I'm afraid Alyn you're right" pushing a barely eaten plate away, "they render little

satisfaction to my aching purpose to simply tear into hers," "getting completely lost

there," "forever." "I'm sorry" realizing himself, his intimate bluntness "I shouldn't be so

blunt," "no it's I who interfered," "she's a fortunate woman," "no," shaking a weariness

as this away into a faint smile "it is I Alyn who's the fortunate one" "she is becoming my

life and I'm so near death now that we're even further apart." "Well I have a meeting to

get to" did a melancholic, somewhat bereaved Philip Mance push up and away from the

eating table. "I need to be more compassionate yes," "Philip did indeed lose a great and

personal friend," "the heart Nicholas Coogan," truly witnessed upon as one toasting partil

glass unto a specific cause "want what the heart want."

... NONENTITY INTO DESCRATION...
SCENE VIII



Alyn Tristan was also in love, he was head over hill with one Sura Danielle De' Burk

his glorious wife and he despised the death he died in another's man's heart. Vowing to

himself he would have her again, take her by force. But what was there to

have when he'd forsaken her so? It seemed all of his time, place had been

spent unto one Jude Aleksander Adams and he was completely smitten of

their especial love. He couldn't help loving him, not many people could

help loving such a perfectly passionate and marvelously compassionate

man.

He was in one word unbelievable and yet he was so miraculously real.

Alyn Tristan smiled when he considered how priceless he was and adorably

factual. Although as he'd shared with Jude he didn't belong to him, as Jude

didn't belong to Alyn Tristan, no it was his wife he had to find, obeying the

command he'd given Jude, that he'd been given a wondrous woman to

which the mold so mysteriously broke at it's cracking sounding like the

breaking of his priceless heart spilling it's way back to her.








...UNTO THITHERWARD I WONDER...
SCENE VIIII

"What got your collar up so?" Erica concern of a seething Ashleigh Michelle,

"that damn Anthony", she tossed, "lord", "what did he do to get you so angry?"

"You know Vincent?" "Our Vincent?" Erica puzzled somewhat, "he's only

one of the most gorgeous men at Dissausion", Erica studied various materials,

"well a few months ago we were engaged", "excuse me?" Erica attention was

spent for now,. "who was engaged?" She closed the book, "Vincent and I",

"ok give me a moment to reflect" "stop it Erica", Ashleigh paced nervously,

"this is serious" "I see" "so not only were you engaged to Anthony but to Vincent"

"at the same time" "no! she sneered at, hitting Erica, "it was after Anthony was

emprisoned", "I left him at the alter" "say again", Erica was very taunting, "I said I

left Vincent at the alter", "let me get this straight", "you left the Italian Stallion at the

wedding alter?" "What are you doing?", Ashleigh confused of Erica touching her

forehead, "hell I'm trying to see if you have a damn fever or something", "Erica?"

Ashleigh rolled her stunning eyes, "hell! Erica funned, "I am being serious" "you

left something that beautiful behind", "everything is about looks with you", "well

I wouldn't say everything", she lean into a conniving smile, "you are impossible",

Ashleigh wanted to stormed out, "just like Tiffany say", "well I think I'm just

misunderstood", "so what Anthony is jealous?", "He say's he not", "but I believe

he is", "well should he be?". "No", "there's nothing between Vincent and I now"

"nothing but Anthony", Erica played still, "you sound very convincing", "yeah

well whatever" "I don't know", "If I had to choose between those two gorgeous

men I would be just as confused", Erica went on to make several choices, "damn

it Erica! she burn up "I'm not confused", "Anthony just made me angry that's

all", "I bet that's all", "why am I even talking to you", she stormed out, Erica

shook her head, she was so thankful it was Ashleigh this time and not her, that

those were things, roller coaster relationships she would never be bothered

with again, for she was married, she celebrated, married, married, married.


...UNTO THE DISTANCE...
SCENE X

"This is Coogan", Syefan answered, Tiffany paused for a second thinking

how much Syefan sound like Nicholas, of course Nicholas would never

answer the phone so uncautiously. "It's Tiffany", she swallowed, awaiting

his stinging repriminded "girl where the hell are you? He fussed, "I really

can't say", "can't or won't?" "Look! she breath better, "I really need the

names of those hospitals", "did you call Nickie?" "Ah, she stumbled, "I",

"you didn't did you?" "What's the big emergency anyway"? "He wanted to

be the one to tell you" "is some" " is something wrong?" Tiffany was frighten,

"My god has something" "He and a few of his fellow attorneys were attacked"

"attacked! "what do you mean attacked"? It was here Tiffany could think of

nothing but the vicious cartel they's barely escaped had return. "aw god is he

alright?" "Damn it Tiffany you need to call him! "is he alright? She grew

terribly frighten, "he's fine", "he's more concern about you" "well what happen?"

"He and about six others were mysteriously drugged" "drugged, she disbelieved,

"I didn't know" "I thought he was being over zealous" "Tiffany", "two of them

died", "one is still coma-tosed, and two just recently released, "dead" she gasped

horribly, "a Wren Nouvilian", "and Sergio Felsenthal", "Bradford and I insisted

we come to him but to no prevail"."you've been so concern about this Christian"

"yes I have", she sat her purse into the empty seat, "but that has nothing to do with

Nicholas", "yeah well keep telling yourself that" "look! she wiped her strands back

into tail, "I didn't call to be lectured", "especially not by you",."you're right", "are

you sure he's alright?" "I tried calling but there was a bad connection", "he's a bit

shaken up", "other than that he's fine", "look I'll give you the few names I have"

"but it won't do much good unless you're actually there?" "Hello Tiffany?" Syefan

suspected the errie silence, "yes I heard you", "now I can call you with more on

tomorrow", "ok that'll work". "Tiffany you're not planning to go there?" Syefan

listen intensely "I'll wait for your call", "Tiffany", " tell me you're not going to

Jerusalem?" "Tif-fa-ny! "are you crazy?" Syefan terrified. "I can send an

investigator", "do you here me?" "Tiffany", he warn, "that is out of the question

you hear me", "I know just the right guy", "I can call him right now", "I'm already

in route Sye" "are you nuts!!! he fire up, "you have no ideal what you're doing",

"Tiffany", you can't go to Jerusalem alone", "it's much too dangerous", "there's

this thing with Saddam, Kuwait" "Tiffany! "it's done Sye", "I'm sorry but it's done"

"I'll talk to you later", she ended the call, "damn it" a vicious Syefan flew off the

handle, "Nicholas is gonna freaking kill me"! he dailed the phone.

Syefan Erin had to get in touch with Agurus Janzzen, a private detective he knew

who was familiar with that area being born and raised in Iran. Syefan couldn't believe

she'd actually abandoned everything and was on a flight to Jerusalem. She could easily

disappear and never be heard of again, of all the stupid, childish things he fussed.

Syefan needed Agurus on the next available flight. She could get sold into salary, hell

with her looks, like of experience, he trembled thinking what could become of her.

He'd promised Nicholas he would look out for her, he hoped he could keep that

promise.

part three

...THERE WERE FAREWELLS ARE SAFE...
SCENE XXVI

"We need to talk" "we have nothing to talk about", tearing distastefully into

her work, "do you know how childish all this is?" Bringing himself right into her

laborious desk "I know I need a man I can trust and one who trust me", "what's

that suppose to mean Ash?" "I trust you with all my heart" leaning into tense arms,

fingers, "there is nothing more imperative than that", "but this isn't about whether

or not we trust one another" "it's about fear", "fear" clearly mocking his accusation

"yes Ash fear" "you're afraid of me" "afraid of us" all the more getting in her face

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about", she rolled her chair away, got

into her files, "if you are honest with yourself you know what I'm talking about"

"it's not working Tony" "we're not working" thrumming through, finding the file

she wanted "is that honest enough for you?" "You don't mean that" "I mean exactly

that", "why Ash?" "Because I'm trying to protect the woman I love?". "Protect me"

"what make you think you can protect me Tony?" "Things were working just fine

up until recently", "this has nothing to do with Vincent", ‘where is this going Tony I

have a million things to do? "Don't you see this has everything to do with this Vincent

guy" "I told you things were moving too fast" "that we weren't ready for this",{{{“yes

this Miss Roget I’m ready when you are”}}} "don't you see what you're doing?"

"One day prior to this Vincent guy Ash you told me you loved me", "that you needed

me" "I know exactly what I said" bitterly drinking a now warm cup at preventing her

trembling hand, "and I didn't know what I was saying", "right", was this the ideal time

at mocking her "you tripped over your tongue some how issuing the wrong words"

"look" facing this unavoidable collision head on "just leave me", "get out of my office"

angrily leading him to the door "let's not do this Ash" dangerously bringing her beautiful

blues eye to eye with his own his, "I love you" "I miss you" dancing out of this trying

consolation "I still think we need time" "time for what Ash?" "Time to regroup, folding

tense arms, a weary look "to think", "hell I don't know", "I just want to be left alone"

"for a while" “anyway” "ok" dispiritedly respecting her seriousness "if that's what

you want" "yes" she was making a mistake and she knew it “it's what I want" "you

know Ash where to find me" uneasinessly, hesitatively he got himself right out.


...THE HEAVENS DECLARE THE GLORY OF GOD...
SCENE XXVII

"This doesn't make you happy?" "I'm happy” giving a non-persuasive pat

to Dexter Leon's chest, “actually Dex I'm terrified" turning back honestly "why?"

"That's just it”, “I don't know why", "I can't begin to imagine what you've suffered

thi

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