The Night's Muse
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Heat and humidity hung in the air like a living, breathing thing in the New Orleans night. Kyla wished that she could find some relief from the sitcky heat, but she knew she wasn't likely to find it anytime soon.
The crowd below her shouted her on, all but begging for another song. The throng of mostly teenagers, furs and humans alike, seemed hungry for the angst ridden lyrics that she had to offer. Even as she grew weak and faint under the bright lights, suffocating in the stiffling air, her fans seemed to grow stronger. Vampires feeding from her very life-force.
She offered the crowd a painted on smile as she sang her final song, a ballad about lost love, and then said her final goodbye for the night. It was all she could do to keep from bolting from the club to her hotel room to hide from the crowds and overly enthusiastic media. In all honesty, she was simply tired of being something she couldn't associate with anymore.
For eight long years, music and the career that her voice had bought her had controlled every aspect of her life. Kyla had loved it at first and the music then had been a work of her very soul, but as time went on it all became too shallow. To her, it felt as if she had sold out, her lyrics and music having no more meaning to her then a fly on the wall. She had grown to hate the music as much as she had once loved it.
The world blured slightly as tears threatened to steal her sight. Try as she might, she couldn't fight them away and soon a single tear slid down her face followed by another...then another...and another until she was silently sobbing in the chair she had somehow found backstage. Her hatred of her tears only served as fuel to bring more on.
Kyla was so lost in her tears that she never noticed the silver-white vulpine ,who had recently been hired as a lighting tech, come up to her until shi had gently touched Kyla on the shoulder. She found herself staring into a pair of silver-violet eyes that spoke of mysteries Kyla could never hope to understand. They were the kind of eyes a woman could fall in love with.
" Are you ok, Kyla? I saw you crying and-," shi trailed off, letting the sentance remain unspoken.
'A spell better left unspoken...' The words came unbidden to Kyla's mind as she shook her head and offered the fox a wry smile. "I doubt I ever can be okay. My life just won't allow for it." ' A will-o-the-whisp hope set a flutter...' Odd flashes of unknown memories threatened to push Kyla back into tears. "Tell everyone else I'm heading to the hotel, will ya?"
A flash of concern danced breifly in those silvery violet eyes, and then the fox nodded. "Alright then. I'll check in on you when we get in."
She watched as the vulpine's back moved away from her, slightly entranced by the playful way the twin tails of the fox danced playfully as she walked. 'Like a spirit dancer caught in the wind...'
A single and final tear fell down her already damp cheek. "Too bad I'll never again see you pretty eyes..."
Two simple cuts was all she needed. Three simple movements to slit her delicate wrists, causing them to spil forth her scarlet life-force. But Kyla couldn't seem to find the courage to do what she so desperately wanted.
She sent a pleading look to the young leopard that stared back at her in the mirror. A pretty little thing with expressive emerald eyes and a snowy white coat with delicate black rosettes and a equally as delicate body. She didn't look the part of an angst ridden singer. Those eyes of hers simply stared back at her pathetically, offering her no help at all.
In a scream of rage and self-pitty, she violently drug the razor blade across her left wrist, gasping at the sharp and instant pain. Oddly enough, it faded quickly and she watched transfixed as the crimson blood coated the white fur of her forearm. Urged on by the sight, she quckly did the same to her right wrist, rewarded with the same results.
With the flow of crimson life-force came a flood of words, the unborn lyrics of a sond in it's infancy. 'Don't search for me,I was already lost /a will-o-the-wisp hope caught in the night...' she sighed sadly, knowing that the song would never be writen. As blood-loss induced oblivion stole her sight and thoughts, a single word hung in her mind...Life.
She came to in the bed of her hotel room, the lighting as dim as her own foggy thoughts. A sound to her left prompted her to turn her heavy head to seek out it's source. Kyanna, the vulpine from her crew, sat in a chair next to her bed, reguarding her grimly.
"You tried to give up? Why now? Why so young?" There was something odd about the fox's voice. Something etereal, almost...magickal.
Kyla closed her eyes, unable to look upon Kyanna's face anymore. "Theres nothing her for me in this life. I'm living a lie and I'm- my life is dying in it."
There was a soft sigh before Kyanna spoke. "So young and so full of pain. She can't see how beautiful she is, how alive she is." She paused for a moment, as if trying to focus on hir next words. "you've never lived a lie, you're too pure for that. A case of a lost muse is all you have."
"But I've found my muse..." Kyla whispered softly before slipping back into sleep.
Time had passed. How much, Kyla honestly didn't know but she knew it had. No matter how one's life seemed to fall apart, time kept marching on. She moaned and rolled over in the bed, slightly startled to find Kyanna sleeping next to her.
Asleep, the fox looked innocent and almost chidlike. Kyla had known Kyanna long enough to know that she was neither. Hir sexual...endevours were well known among the crew.
She noticed how weak, almost sickly, the fox looked even in sleep. It was almost as if shi was fading even as Kyla grew stronger. She couldn't resist the urge to gently caress hir cheek, lightly brushing a strand of hair from hir eyes. Those lovely eyes fluttered and then opened and Kyla found herself instantly entranced by them.'A thousand years of pain for an instant of bliss...'
"You still alive...Good. The world needs you..." The words where a whisper, barely audible.
"If you call feeling like you have a major hangover living, then yeah, I'm alive."A smile crossed Kyanna's lips and Kyla couldn't help but notice again how weak shi looked. "What have you been doing to yourself? You look horrible..."
"Keeping you alive." Kyanna answered with an all too serious look. It was gone quickly however, replaced by a weak but playful smile. "Besides, all I need is a few good yiffs and I'll be back to normal."
Kyla laughed along with hir, but her gaze was elsewhere. Trailing down Kyanna's body until it was hidden from the waist down by the sheets on the bed. The thin thank top shi wore really did nothing to hide hir small but full and perky breast and the soft curves of hir body. Absently she wondered what the rest of hir looked like.
A gentle touch on her hip brought her gaze quickly to the fox's. It was about then that she realized that she wore nothing but the sheet that she was wraped in. The gentle touch trailed down her side and across her rump to cup it, giving it a light squeeze.
"There is alot in you that needs to be expressed, you simply don't know how to do it. You need to explore and you need to do it through your music..." Kyanna whispered before leaning forward to kiss Kyla tenderly on the lips. "You were born to express yourself...to live. Don't give up to death."
Kyla let Kyanna kiss her again, parting her lips when shi flicked her tongue against her bottom lip. While Kyla wasn't virginal, she was chaste, really having no desire to find intimacy with anyone. She just didn't have the urge to do so. Kyanna, however, seemed to bring out those urges in full force.
Their kiss and the fox's fingertips slowly and tenderly brushing against her clit brought her into a state for arousal. A tentitive flick of the tongue against her peaked nipple was rewarded wtih a moan from Kyla. As if encouraged, Kyanna took the nipple into her mouth, teasing it lightly with tongue and lips.
The fox took both of Kyla's wrists tenderly in one hand, raising them above her head, careful not to disturb the bandages or the wounds under them. The movement raised her breasts and allowed Kyanna better access to the sensitive flesh under her breasts. Shi slowly ran the tip of her tongue along the underside for Kyla's breast, inducing a soft pur and shiver from the leopard. Shi mirrored the action on her left breast, this time getting a moan from Kyla.
She whimpered soflty, whispering in a strained voice. "Gods, Kyanna, I need you.I've needed you since I first saw you."
Kyla felt slightly foolish for her words but the feeling was short lived, gone with another passionate kiss and the swift, sure entry of Kyanna's cock into Kyla's cunt. The slow pace fo the fox both frustrated and further aroused her.
She shifted slightly, wrapping her legs around Kyanna's waist in hopes of taking more of hir in deeper to her body. Kyanna smiled at Kyla as she ground into her before changing over to a fast pace with shallow thrusts. Instantly, Kyla was caught in the throes of passion that the pace induced in her.
Oddly enough, those phantom words that had chased about her mind off and on seemed to become more then phantoms. She could almost hear them in the minds ear, begging to be writen, spoken...sung. They were being held back though, floating on the thing silver edge of pleasure that she strived to reach. Almost there and yet so far away.
A frustrated moan left her as she reached both mentally and physically for that pleasure and the elusive words that taunted her.
"Embrace you muse, my love. Take everything that She has to offer..." Kyanna murred softly in her ear. They seemed unreal, dreamlike and were quickly lost.
That edge of pleasure that she had strived for crashed over Kyla's body as the climax took her. The floodgates of her mind opened and those phantom words became life; her reason for living. She realized then, just before the thin edge of sleep stole over her, that she had never lost her muse. Her muse had lost her in the rush of life. Her muse was her music. Both one and the same with herself.
It was a balmy night in the coastal town of Ruby Ridge. The crowd of teenagers, a mixture of furs and humans, sat entranced by the singer Kyla Lillis. The new songs she sang seemed to have a new depth to them. It was almost as if she sang to each and every person individually. Like each one was her lover. Her own personal muse.
A/N:I really would like to get input from my readers so I know what needs to change and what can stay the same. You can contact me through my journal http://www.livejournal.com/users/elizabethknight or you can email me at [email protected]