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Erotica

Nympthus was head of a secret underground coven, only real Vampyres could get in and not the posers, you know who I’m talking about you pulse loving bleeding bastards! Anyway, he had a part time job working nights as a local bar tender for a club called ‘Poor Richard’, he was dealin’ up some drinks when this lovely most entrancing girl walks in. “I’ll have the strongest shit you got.” She said angrily, he quickly poured her a drink and leaned in closer, “Bad night?” He asked softly. “You have no idea.” She replied taking down her shot and tipping the glass upside down, “I’m getting a break in a few, maybe we could talk.” He looked into her beautiful green eyes and sat back a little. “Sure.” She said smiling slightly.
“So my boss says that if we don’t get the shipment in tomorrow he’s gonna feed our screaming heads to the dogs. We don’t have the goods right now; they need to be shipped in from Moldova.” They had been in deep conversation for a couple of minutes and already he had fallen in love with her, “Who do you work for?” He asked, he found he couldn’t tear away from her eyes. “The Underworld.” She replied casually, “That’s a little hard to believe, don’t you think?” He said in disbelief, “Not the Underworld Underworld, the Mob.” She sat back and lit a cigarette, “The Mob?” He was confused but even more intrigued, “Don’t ask questions, I’m not even suppose to discus the shipment with the outsiders.” She blew a smoke ring off to the left side of the table, “So what do you do, other then run a bar?” She asked setting her elbow into the table and leaning in closer, “I run a coven called Poor Richard I make good money.” He said also leaning in and grabbing a small pocket knife from his pocket. “Watch.” He whispered as he lifted the knife to his wrist and then gliding it roughly against his skin, exposing the inner layer of skin. “No blood.” He shoved the pocket knife back into his jeans and stared at her who was staring back at him in awe. “Explains why all your veins are black.” He sat up and offered her his hand generously, music was playing and he wanted to dance with her. “Dance” Something came over her and she stood up, taking his hand.
As they danced he watched her every movement that she made, he looked upon her as a goddess. Their eyes clashed repeatedly as they swayed together with the hauntingly beautiful music. “Come with me and I promise you that you will have no regret.” He suddenly spoke out, not listening to his own words. “Take me.” She whispered in his ear grinding her hips into his.
* * * *
He threw her down upon the bed roughly as he grabbed a long sharp knife from the top of his dresser, he then leapt upon her cutting off her clothes piece by glorious piece. He ran the knife across her collar bone and watched as a small wound formed, filling with blood as she moaned in pleasure. He roughly licked it away and lifted up, grabbing her hair and shoving her to the floor, “Get in the bathroom.” He uttered in a powerful and demanding voice, she quickly scurried to the bathroom as he told her and waited there for him to arrive. He followed her to the bathroom ripping off his clothes as he went to her, “Get in the shower.” He demanded, she did as she was told, he turned the water as hot as it could go. It stung their flesh as they both stared at each other, “Get down on your knees.” Again she did as she was told, she slowly lowered to her knees as he stood there, naked before her. “Now.” He pointed to his hard ‘special friend’ and she began to gently kiss the tip, he moaned in pleasure as she swallowed him whole again and again, he knew he was about o cum so he grabbed her hair and pulled her up from her job. He shoved her roughly against the shower wall, both of them drenched in steaming water, “Fuck me.” She whispered in his ear. He shoved three fingers deep into her pussy and felt her walls closing in as she buckled, he began thrusting his fingers in and out of her. She moaned loudly and said his name, he pulled his fingers out and then threw her down on the shower floor. “Go to the bed.” He said sternly, she quickly got up and made her way to the bed, he turned off the shower and followed.
He found her laying on the bed wet and ready, he slowly moved on top of her, he felt her hips lift into his and she stared at him begging with her eyes. He shoved his huge cock into her making her scream out his name, their hips moved in rhythm as she reached her climax, her back arched and he knew she was going to cum. He felt her juices run down and his juices also spilled from his body. “You’re amazing she whispered to him as her knees buckled, he felt his fangs slide from his gums as he kissed her neck, biting her his teeth slipped into her vein, she let out a gasp and fell unconscious. He removed himself from her and sat up putting his clothes back on he grabbed his keys and sped out the door, but not before looking back at her beautiful naked body laying upon his bed. “I know.”

All my life it always kill or be killed but the true is that if you do kill then you are still in the same place but a diffrent person and for those pf you who want to be a diffrent person then be my guest and shot awaybut stop and think from time to time and wonder why you do this. The only reason I found is that people are tought to think kill or be killed but tell me is this killing all it is worth when that person’s life is haneded to you on a sivler plater and you toss it away just because that you think that they are inferior to you. Well I think like this so if any cop or some other fucked up retard tries to get in my way then they will not be a person or even a corpes left to find the person will be blowen away so fast that their life would’ent even have time to get to where they are now but the good news is that I’ll have a smile on my face and so will I die with a smile on my face becase the people’s deaths bring me comfert and joy fuck YES!!!! so go out and kill or be killed (by me)

poetic

scared to be me, who am i? know onw knows who i am, i am mysterious, or am i? Am i who seem to be. Am i an imaginary charater inside another dream? in a corner in the smallest place am i there? Am i real or am i fake? Am i true or am i the lie? The lie others hide behind, the truth that flows from the lips of liars. scared to be myself for what others might think or say. To be true is that the lie? or is the lie the truth? Am i scared to be myself for what others might think or say or am i saving them from agony of having to suffer the horror of knowing the terrible lie that i hold deep inside. deep inside i hold pieces of me know one will ever have the madness of knowing. for their sanity i will hide in a small corner in a dark place now no one will cry. don’t cry dry your tears no one will hurt you now that i am gone. to the lie i go back inside myself never to be heard again.

EROTICA

His cold, wet hands moved up her soft silky skin, slowly taking off her shirt, underneathe her shirt revealed to him a prefect pair of breasts, her nipples hardened from the mere touch of this hands. He slid his hands up and down her waist, not removing her from his eye. He stared at her deeplyand she stared back with passion in her eyes, they leand in their head and started to kiss, him caressing her tongue with his, he lowered his head and started sucking and licking her nipples. she swang her arms around him at the simple thought of not being with him. she caressed his head with the tips of her fingers, she moved her hands to his neck and removed his shirt. While he was still enjoying the taste of breast, she started to remove his pants, suddenly his hand graped her arm
” Are you sure you wanna go this far” he spoke in a beautiful voice
” Yes” She Said
“yes, Yes I want you inside me, I want you to hold me forever, and promise that you will never let me go, I want you to fuck me, please fuck me hard”
At the sound of this he gave the look in his eyes that told her to ride him. She took off this pants and his boxers to show her, his fully ercet penis, he pushed her down on the bed and he on his hands and knees crawled up to her mouth, he laid his penis on her lips and she started to lick the tip of his penis, she loved to tease him, then with no warning, she swolled his penis, she took the whole thing in one go, in her mouth, and started to suck, harder and harder, faster and faster, everytime, he moaned with pleasure he felt an orgasm coming so he tried to pull away but she grabbed his penis, and continued suckng, she wanted ang got every drop of it. He took off her pants, she was wearing a black thong, he was so very turned on, he ripped it off and started to finger her, he pushed to finger in and out, he got faster and deeper ever second. She moaned with a grin on her face, that made him smile, knowing that she was happy.
” Why did you stop? ”
” It’s time for the real thing. ”
breathing hard and their hearts thumping, she smiled, he got onto his knees again and told her to put her legs over his shoulders, she done this and he went in going deeper than he did with his fingers, they were breathing harder and harder than ever before, she squzed and held her breast to keep her found screaming out his name.
He stoped and they collapsed in each others arms, and they slept, dreaming about what had just happened.

His cold, wet hands moved up her soft silky skin, slowly taking off her shirt, underneathe her shirt revealed to him a prefect pair of breasts, her nipples hardened from the mere touch of this hands. He slid his hands up and down her waist, not removing her from his eye. He stared at her deeplyand she stared back with passion in her eyes, they leand in their head and started to kiss, him caressing her tongue with his, he lowered his head and started sucking and licking her nipples. she swang her arms around him at the simple thought of not being with him. she caressed his head with the tips of her fingers, she moved her hands to his neck and removed his shirt. While he was still enjoying the taste of breast, she started to remove his pants, suddenly his hand graped her arm
” Are you sure you wanna go this far” he spoke in a beautiful voice
” Yes” She Said
“yes, Yes I want you inside me, I want you to hold me forever, and promise that you will never let me go, I want you to fuck me, please fuck me hard”
At the sound of this he gave the look in his eyes that told her to ride him. She took off this pants and his boxers to show her, his fully ercet penis, he pushed her down on the bed and he on his hands and knees crawled up to her mouth, he laid his penis on her lips and she started to lick the tip of his penis, she loved to tease him, then with no warning, she swolled his penis, she took the whole thing in one go, in her mouth, and started to suck, harder and harder, faster and faster, everytime, he moaned with pleasure he felt an orgasm coming so he tried to pull away but she grabbed his penis, and continued suckng, she wanted ang got every drop of it. He took off her pants, she was wearing a black thong, he was so very turned on, he ripped it off and started to finger her, he pushed to finger in and out, he got faster and deeper ever second. She moaned with a grin on her face, that made him smile, knowing that she was happy.
” Why did you stop? ”
” It’s time for the real thing. ”
breathing hard and their hearts thumping, she smiled, he got onto his knees again and told her to put her legs over his shoulders, she done this and he went in going deeper than he did with his fingers, they were breathing harder and harder than ever before, she squzed and held her breast to keep her found screaming out his name.
He stoped and they collapsed in each others arms, and they slept, dreaming about what had just happened.

Poetic

I am trapped in the face of solitude
The shadow of loneless will always follow me
I am always looking for someone to give me food
But still blood, death, and pian are in front of me

Dreams, faith, memories and hope,
have faded away
I feel i can’t move because of this rope
Where are you my tourniquet
are you away dreaming of the days

If you don’t come back my tourniquet
I will die, i will die without you
i followed you, and you told me what to do
I love you, you are my soul
I can feel my blood running down my chest,
And into the bowl
My sanitiy has gone, my heart is lost
I feel coldness creeping through
My words are blocked by frost

Please my tourniquet, Return to me salvation

lying in my bed
my face is soaked by all my tears
my heart is slow, not wantin to beat much longer
wanting him to love me is what i hunger.
my room soon becomes dark
and gentle rain hits my window.
everything is so silent, i only can hear the wind blow
i cry more and more, the tears fall so gracefully down my face
tears fill my eyes but rage grows in my heart.
livin a life that u know is going to fall apart.
makes u mad and makes u sad but most of all it makes u hate.
it makes me remember and incapable of forgetting that u dont love me,no one does and never will.

poetic
why.
why cant i be the girl u want me to be.
why cant i make my mother happy?
why cant i look the way you do?
why do i have to be me?
why do people hurt me so bad and not care.
why am i so alone and no one wants to be there
why when i fell no one tried to pick me up
why when i try its never enough?
why do i cry when eveyone is happy?
why cant i have a real family?
why does no one care about how i feel?
why does life hurt so bad and feel so real?
why do all these bad things always happen?
why?

When dad killed mum, It was a warm July day,
There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky that day.
Everything was fine, Not a doubt in my mind.
All i heard was a painful shrill,then i saw the knife that killed.
Bloody but stained it was, She’d need to live to stop the blood.
.. i cry softly…

poetic

the memorial of forever night

a trickle of pain runs down the spine, and the shimmer of hope subsides. the knife that which u placed contains the poison that still remains. bleeding frome the inside out, forever night shadows my eyes, bleeding as i cry, the mixture spills on to you eatng away your life as you have taken mine

vampire as i looked up from her neck blood dripping from my mouth i saw a face staring back oh fuck he found me i left her there half drained running as fast as i could in the other direction knowing he wouldnt catch up but he has his ways of catching you he normally cut around jumping through the window flying through the air i wiped my mouth behind i heard him scream in frustration as he came to the broken window and saw i had jumped my feet hitting the floor i turned and looked his eyes burned into mine then i ran until i found myself in a moonlit park after only having half the feed i need to keep me going i collapsed on a bench breathing hard i bearly heard her approch me looking up i saw a pale face with long blonde hair framing it her eyes were i wonderful shade of green still smiling at me she asked if i was ok nodding i replied yes sitting down next to me and putting her hand on my shoulder i shivered never before had anyone touched me with her intetion before i looked into her eyes seeing my sweaty face mirrored in them i began to laugh at myself looking puzzled she began to get up but the hunger in my made me grab her hand and make her sit back down i apoligised for laughing we began to talk about nothing particular mainly abpt music and style considering we had these things in common then all of a sudden she was leaning toward me as if to kiss me but she grabbed me with a strength i would have never expected then all at once i understood bearing her fangs i let her bite me recoiling she looked into my face i thought of food my fangs appeared she laughed i cant believe it as if i nearly bit you was he chasing you? yes grabbing my hand she said shall we the world is at our feet lets go out and use our time!

i went into a store today, to get new clothes for a family affair. My father will be there, and i dont want him to be. I would rather rip out all my internal organs with my bare hands, dip them in that stuff they pump corpses with, put them back in and sew it up. My step-father will be there too, i dont want him to be either, he has been my step father for almost 7 years now and he still doesnt understand me. Not that i expect him to i dont get him either. But i do understand that in more ways he is more messed up than anyone else in our familiy so we are closer than he will ever know. My other step-family will be there, and i want to tell them that i hate them. I want to grab the mic and scream it to them “this is my goddamn family go the hell away”. But i dont have the right , its not my family, I dont have one. To be a family i belieive that you need to have a certain level of trust and love, and as odd as it seems i dont love them, not any of them. I care for them but i didnt cry at any of anyones funeral and they screamed at me for it. Called me “messed up in the head” and a “perfect little sociopath”. I know better, they are scared of me, scared that they will wake up and i will be on the floor and they will be blamed. I plan on being far, far away when that happens though. I sound self-centered and i dont care right now. I sound like i have delusions of granduer, but i dont. I do know where i stand and what i am and who i am and all the universal bullshit we usualy ask questions to. I dont consider myself depressed, just unusually aware of reality. I have my own crutch of bitterness though to lean on and keep me going long enough to get away. Hobble away and laugh with the pleasure of pain because i can get away. The pain means i am farther away and i will enjoy every minute of it, in fact i hope it kills me, then i will have died of joy. As pathetic as that sounds. Sometimes i crave horrible experiances and depression because i feel like it will make me more aware of the fact that i am human. Lately it feels like i am numb and i float from day to day and i hear screams but i dont really care, i mean i care, but not really. not with a passion, not with the sheer intensity that children feel with, i want to feel, i shrink from human touch and i flee from any sign of frinend ship and i dont know why. my psych evauluation says that not only am i a manic depressive but i am having and identity and sexual preference crises too. oh yeah let me tell you. i feel like mereyl streep out of white oleander. I bought new pants, shoes ,shirt ,skirt, and socks. All of them socialy acceptable. I like the socks the best though, they are blank, so i can take a black sharpie and write whatever the hell i want on them and they wont change, not ever, not untill i want them to. I think i will leave them blank.

death A pain i had never felt before was taking over my body i had no idea he would leave me so soon walking around the rain is beginning to wet my top i dont care the night sparkled which on any other night i would have stopped and marveled at but not tonight no sitting on the nearest bench putting my head in my hands i cried not caring who heard or saw i cried and i cried the darkness became my blanket but it was not a comforting one my newly dyed hair was beginning to run matching my makeup they said he didnt have long but that was a month ago why now someone tell me what about you up there any answers……no i thought not well its just like you to take some one for no reason he was a good person he never did anything wrong now im alone with her AHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!!!!!! as i walked home i realised what i saw laid on that bed will haunt me for the rest of my life i walked into the house and went straight upstairs to my room and put on what ever was in my cd player its turns out to be disturbed down with the sickness i dive to change the track and odd change straight to hallejuiah by jeff buckley sitting on my bed i begin to cry again turning to lay on my bed i leave the song on repeat and cry myself to sleep i was right his face is walking around in my dreams with her laughing at me i know she had some thing to do with it i wake because i feel someone sit on my bed it was him smiling he looked well again he told me to tell her that he was dead and that it wasnt her fault even though he knew i would still blame her he held me in his arms until i stopped crying waking up with i start she was stood over me staring at me red in the face WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU LITTLE SLAG!!!!? DID YOU NOT THINK I WASNT GOING TO FIND OUT HES MY FUCKING HUSBAND!! i didnt know what was going on until she hit me she hit me with such a force i flew into the wall WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME I WANT AN ANSWER!!! she screamed so i shouted back THEY TOLD ME NOT TO TELL YOU SO DID HE HE SAID NOT TO TELL YOU SO YOU COULD FIND OUT FROM THE HOSPITAL! i was lying i hoped he would forgive me for that but i didnt want her to hit me again i began to lose my confidence as she set herself up to hit me again please dont hit me again please i begged of her but i still felt the force of her fist on the less this time when my head made contact with the wall it bled running out i grabbed my coat and bag
i stayed with a friend until the funeral my face was till bruised and i had a scab were my head had bled she glared at me all the way through it when everyone had gone i laid on his grave and cried out of my bag i pulled a razor i pushed it into my skin until the blood passed my arm and was dripping on the mud underneath me i did it again on my other arm it didnt hurt in my blood on his grave stone i wrote while i was still consious i love and please forgive for all what i have done in my lifetime then the darkness became my blanket once more i saw him beconing me towards the light i shook my head i did not deserve it i waited for the ground to spilt as it did i saw him cry into the firey gates of hell i wandered and i shall wander there for all etenity for what i have done!

as we look at each other we judge thou itz usless we do sum love religion sum dont we all r ignorent or stupid u choose jus rem. that when ur stupid itz forever

those called goth or dark or insane need to speak out nt angry but calm make people listen im nt wat those call goth im a person who needz help to them to otherz im ok jus outspoken. we need to stand az one and join and share wat we know to those who dont we need to show we dont judge labelz get no where dont befriend any one just listen dont close the door show them the truth

poetic

looking back on all the memories we had
when we were happy
when we were glad
those are all gone now
all of them lay in the past
all of this happined just way to fast
thoughts of suicide ran through my head
im sorry i tore ur hearts to shreads
those thoughts just wouldnt go away
all day i pray
that some day they will
i try to say im ok
but nothing will ever be the same
they will never go away
in the back of my mind they will always stay
no matter what u will always be my one
even if i take my life by a gun
ur my everything and i love u
together we will always be
in a memory deep within me
and if i take my life today
we will meat in heaven again someday

poetic

a razor blade in my hand
i try t oput it on my wrist
but all my thoughts r in a twist
do i want to die
or do i wana stay alive and cry
something is stoping me
something wont let me be
i hear a knock at my door
i jump and it slips
huge gashes r in my wrist
i try to scream
i try to shout
but nothing will come out
i fell to the floor
my friends walked in my door
they started to cry
they saw i was about to die
i opened my eyes and saw them standin over me
and as my life started to fade away
i relized wat it was
wat was holding me back
and i no that its a fact
it was them it was my friends

As I look around at others around me, I wonder if they feel as bleak and as dark as I do. Do they give up what I’m not willing to? Even those who are dressed in bright colors. Costums come in many shades. Even those that seem happy have a story to tell. Some are sappy some are crappy, it’s all the same. But what do they give up for that happiness? It’s not as if a sacrifice comes just with being unhappy. It can escourt the bordomn from one sichuwation to another.

I do know that for what it’s worth, I won’t sell out and sacrifice myself for the sake of those you aren’t me and would like me more if I were fake. Those people don’t even know me. But who really knows anyone? If I have to sacrifice myself to be happy, I rather be miserable, it’s just too high a price that I am not willing to pay. No one should have to pay it, because it will only make us hollow in the end. And how happy could that possiblely make someone?

Then people wonder why I am so angery about how people work things. High School is a popularity contest and it dosen’t get much better once you get out. Eveyone is always looking for the biggest the brightest and the best. There would be no best without the worst, and likeable without the unlikeable. Why not be grateful for what is rarely seen and blossoms when no one is watching? Because your not seeing the best and brightest when your not watching. It’s those that seem interesting that aren’t , because a mask always hides and interests.

Agree or Disagree:
A) Agree
B)disagree
C)All of the above
D)none of the above
E)I’M CONFUSED!!!

(poetic )

the rain softly pitter pattering

slowly drip drip driping

wash away my soul

my soul left unclean

broken

the rain it stops with the rip rocketing

whorly gigs of sunlight

pouring down

on me

banana nut bread legs and

salminella eyes

im wasteing threw life

crazy

the beach boat trees and

the sticky pine

the long stem roses and the

wine

hudinies palace a bird on my wings

i , life not worth living

wasted dreams

slowly falling from the sky

the fuzzy wuzy deaths

the life long wonderings of myth

grounded

beat up old car black leather guitar

the spinning of the the chrome

watch as i go

slam

hiphoplers an dipdopelers

beeping along

the whippings of my soul

focus

smoke risingsoftly from

a forgotten book

the edges are torn

you wont

look

Red Red blood on

alabaster skin a

canyon of vein

i begin

the liquorish air of the hospital room

he sits there drowning in gloom

watch him as he goes

sailing

peach clouds and beetles tunes

the trla la of a song

my life forgotten

song

flipper flater pitter pater

whipping whiple winds

life on the edge life behind

freedom

cotton candy lips sing song drips

bounce bounce bounce of balloons

the baby that trips the bleeding

lips

bright bright world

lovey dovey curls

the threaded finger of two

hands

the love of two babies

the san Francisco hippie

the sun goddess and the eddy

baby

the darkness of two hands

one mouth two throats

wishing on a fallen star

hopeless

the golden light

the death on night

the sorrow of my heart

dieing

dieing

dieing

dieing with out a cause or purpose

darkness

vampire/erotica

After working my evening shift and getting home, the thought of food came upon me. I didn’t have much in my apartment for food, but luckily, I had a five dollar bill on hand, so I figured why not just walk around the corner to Taco Bell? I decided to change into some black clothes so I would be harder to spot by any unwanted company. Since it was early summer in Texas, I threw on some black slacks, a tank top, and my favorite arm warmers.
As I walked down the street behind the small apartment complex, I had a strange feeling that I was being watched from up above me.
Upon entering the restaurant, I ordered what I normally order, sat down and ate. After a well-enjoyed meal, I figured I should head home to sleep, even though I didn’t have to go to work the next day.
As I started to pass behind the complex again, the same feeling of being watched came over me again. This time though, it didn’t come from above. It came from behind the plants which grew behind the building. When I looked and saw a pair of red eyes, I knew I was in for some trouble. A man of about six feet came out, who looked as if he were about 35 years old with long blond hair, staring straight at me with those fiery red eyes.
“Come and be mine forever,” he said to me as his eyes started to glow. I somehow felt I was in some sort of trance as I walked toward him, somewhat unwillingly. He took me into one arm, and with the other hand pulled out a knife with about a 5 inch blade and stabbed me in the side of my back, which pulled me out of his spellbinding trance. As I yelled in pain, I heard another voice call out “Stop it, Dorian! Leave her alone.”
Upon hearing the voice, we both looked to see another man who looked about 20, around 5′7″ with hair that was much darker and shorter and a pair of mesmerizing ice-blue eyes. At first glance, I looked right into his eyes and a strange feeling overcame me as my heart began to race more than it did before, like he was someone I was searching for my whole life.
At that moment, Dorian clamped his arm in front of me and held the blade to my neck.
“You’re a fool to interfere, Ciaran.”
“I won’t let you hurt her, especially by making her your eternal slave.”
As I heard this, I thought, ‘Eternal slave? Are they vampires?’
“Hah”, Dorian started up again. “Your infatuation with her makes you weak, as well as your reluctance to feed on mortals. You can’t hope to stop me from doing what I will.”
I looked into Ciaran’s eyes again, and I could tell that Dorian was telling the truth about him. His eyes were filled with desperation as he looked at me, contemplating what to do.
I suddenly remembered that Dorian’s long coat had not been closed, offering a fairly easy target. I took my booted foot and swiftly hit his groin, which caused him to double over and drop his knife. Ciaran took it as an opportunity to get away.
“Come with me,” he begged. I did as he wished, wanting to get away from Dorian. We ran around the corner to the Chicken Express, where Ciaran’s car was waiting. Not bad, I thought, a black Contour Sport. He didn’t have to tell me to get in. As we drove off, I saw a dark figure round the corner, and I knew it was Dorian, no mistake. He quickly began pursuit, and I watched in amazement as he jumped on top of and across buildings. He tried a quick leap of faith towards the car, but Ciaran quickly changed lanes so he could not reach us. As we continued, I watched as he lay in the middle of the road for a minute, obviously in some great deal of pain. Silence took up a few minutes of the drive, then I finally managed “What is going on? Why are the two of you fighting over me?” No answer.
“Dammit, answer me!”
Still nothing from him. After about ten minutes and several turns, we finally pulled into the Stonehenge-looking area in the park near my house. He sighed after shutting off the engine, then finally, “I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that we’re vampires. I’ve been watching you from afar for about a month now. When I first saw you, I was mesmerized by not only your beauty, but by your soul as well. Not a pure soul, but not an evil one either. I wanted so much to be with you, to cherish you forever. Unfortunately, Dorian has been watching you as well, for about a week. He doesn’t care about anyone’s feelings or lives. All he cares about is fulfilling his lust for sex and blood. When I found out he was going after you, I couldn’t sit back and let him harm you as I’ve seen him do to so many others. I had to protect you, because,” he hesitated, “I love you, Devona. I know it sounds awkward, since you don’t know me very well, but it’s the truth. I love you very much, and I will do anything and everything to protect you.”
As I gazed into his eyes, there was no doubt in my mind whatsoever that he was being true to his heart in everything he said. My heart raced half in astonishment at his story, half in desire of his love. We drew in to kiss each other, but were interrupted by a massive blade stabbing into the roof of the car right in between us. It was pulled out shortly, and quickly reentered the roof, stabbing Ciaran in the shoulder. He let out a cry of horrible pain before the blade was drawn out again, and through the holes, I could see Dorian, the blade sticking out of his sleeve. He jumped off the car on the passenger side, pulled the door off, and grabbed my arm, yanking me out and holding me with his arm again. Ciaran quickly got out of the car to confront his opponent so intent on getting his way.
“Give it up, Ciaran. She’s mine!”
I watched a stream of blood run down Ciaran’s right arm as he reached into his coat. We looked into each other’s eyes, each with both desperation and a quick plan. I gave Dorian another swift kick, watching him double over again as I backed away. Ciaran pulled the knife that Dorian had dropped earlier that night and gave him a quick stab in the heart, turning the blade while it was buried in his chest. At that, Dorian knew his life had ended as he collapsed to the ground.
“Are you all right, Devona?”
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
I could see that Ciaran looked fairly weak, as he was having trouble standing.
“Lie down, Ciaran,” I ordered. He did so and I removed the coat from his right arm. The cut in his shoulder was incredibly deep, and I knew he would die if I didn’t do anything. I suddenly remembered the black bandana I slipped into my pocket before I left the house. ‘That should work’ I thought to myself, pulling the bandana out of my pocket and tying it around his shoulder. I saw that he had either gone to sleep or gone unconscious, but hopefully, he would be okay. Exhausted myself, I fell asleep right next to him.
Maybe four or five hours later, Ciaran woke me.
“You okay, Devona?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. You?”
“I’ll live.”
Looking up at the sky, I could see the morning sky start to light up in shades of violet and some slight pink. Ciaran looked toward the east and gained a slight fear.
“Sunrise.”
“Get in the car, Ciaran. I’ll drive.”
He quickly tossed me the keys without question and we got in. Best bet was to head back to my place, since it was very close. When we arrived, I could see the sky was getting a little brighter. I unlocked my door, got him inside, and quickly closed and locked the door back. Main room still wasn’t a safe bet though, so I guided him to the bathroom. After getting him in there, I grabbed a pillow and my flashlight/lantern. He’d be in there a while, might as well make it somewhat comfortable. I headed back in, pulling the door shut and placing a towel at the bottom, so as not to let any sunlight in.
“Why not just turn on the light?” he asked.
“The switch is on the outside of the door. That and I’m more comfortable in the dark anyway.”
He gave me a small smile as I placed the pillow on the edge of the shower stall and took off my arm warmers after we both took our shoes and socks off.
“Thank you,” he finally said after a minute of silence.
“Anytime.”
We smiled at each other before sharing a loving and passionate kiss. Small at first, then our tongues danced with each other as he laid me down on the pillow. We held each other as our kisses filled us with such passion. He slid a hand down and began to caress one of my breasts gently, but enough to make me breathe heavier. The other hand came down and did the same, both for a minute before he slid his hands down lower and lifted my shirt off. More caressing followed before I slid his coat and shirt off him and he took my bra off. He slid down and sucked on each of my nipples before coming back up to kiss my lips and caress my breasts again. His hands slid down again, this time to undo my pants and slide those off. I did the same with his as we continued to kiss each other. Still in our underwear, I could feel his hardened penis pressing up against me before he removed my panties. Likewise, I removed his underwear to reveal him as he started to kiss my neck. He stopped for a moment, looked into my hazel eyes with a mix of desperation and desire in his eyes of ice-blue, and “I love you” were his words. I responded with my own “I love you.” I thought it somewhat odd after only one night, but it was the truth, no doubt in my mind or my heart.
“Will you stay with me for eternity?”
“Yes,” I replied, appreciative of his concern for my feelings. I knew what he was asking, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be with him.
He gave a bigger smile than before, then lowered his head to continue kissing my lips as he started to tease and play with my clit, making me breathe heavier again. After a couple of minutes, his penis entered me, filling me with both pain and pleasure. His thrusts were fairly slow, but hard, causing us both to breathe heavier than before as I wrapped my legs around him. He continued thrusting harder while still kissing me deeply on the lips. Then his pace quickened slightly, making us start to moan. He sped up a little more so we moaned louder, even through our kisses. His pace increased a third time, both of us nearly reaching our climaxes. Slowing his pace a bit, he then thrust even harder, making me yell out in such painful pleasure it could not be contained. In this high point, he began to kiss my neck again. I started to feel him nibble as we both hit our climaxes and he cummed, then I felt him sink his teeth into me. I could only gasp from lack of breath, feeling my heart rate slow and my body go cold as I was being drained of my blood. I became weak, nearly fainting as he pulled away to look at me. It took a couple minutes for me to come to my senses. I could feel my newly grown fangs in my mouth, and then I looked back into his love-filled eyes.
“Thank you.”
I just smiled and said “Anytime” quietly as he looked in my eyes.
“Such an eerie yellow, yet so intriguing.”
I could tell he was talking about my eyes through which I could see much better now. We kept staring into each other for a minute, then shared one final kiss before slipping into a deep sleep in each other’s arms.

Deep inside, I am crying
Deep inside, I am dying
The tears I shed, hurt me less
Than the thoughts, inside my head
The blood runs down
My pale white face
I’m going to, another place
I am falling, darkness spreads
Down I go, into shreds

My tears are so few
Just because I’m here with you
Please don’t leave me, please don’t go
Otherwise, I’ll overflow
With the blood, from my head
Goodbye….I’m dead
This is what, you could hear
If you do, leave me tears
Once you say, you don’t love me
I’ll be dead, and it’ll be bloody
With a knife in my back, and a bullet in my head
See I told you, now I’m dead

My tears are full, of pain and sorrow
They always will be, today and tomorrow
Not one day, will there be
That I wouldn’t want, to drop down on my knees
And slit my wrists to cure the pain
And wash them all, down the drain
I loved you so; you’re not to shame
I only have me to blame

Natures way of saying “fuck you”
Is killing off everything you love
Twisting all your thought into nightmares
Dinner is no longer made for you
No, it is made through you
You are dinner now
Ready to be bought by big compaines
Ready to be their whore of damnnation
You are their salesperson now
With your youthful face you sell millions
At first grey hair however
They will cast you back into the machine
Hope that some younger, better you arrives
Instead you come back worse than before
So they lay you down on the bed of nails they call retirement
Now your life consists of waiting on the mailman
Waiting for your retirement fund check
Finally it has come
Open…empty nothing inside
This is Bush
Bush is god
Worship the bush
All Hail Bush
Thank you mr. Bush for your “terra”

(Poetic)
The sweet scent of longing
lingers on your skin
as I run my fingers up your biceps,
intricately placing my hands at your shoulders.
With a smile, you place a death grip at my waist.
Kicking out your leg, we begin a waltz
and I follow your lead, just like a ragdoll,
with my rosy cheeks,
crimson lips,
soft, inviting eyes.
We take centerstage,
we take the spotlight dance.
The heat of the crowd’s eyes is on us
but as soon as they gasp in awe,
you turn away from this reality,
throwing me upon a dusty rocking chair.
My red yarn hair tangles in cobwebs.
Slowly draining are my rosy cheeks,
crimson lips,
soft, inviting eyes.
Silently, you lock the door
and I slump over in my seat, just like a ragdoll,
anticipating my use, once again.

His touch was sensational; his fingers were so smooth, I have never imagined, it would go that far.

I came into his room, wearing a black rope, he looked straight at me wondering what am I up to tonight, he knew why was I there, he knew how much I wanted this so bad.
I gently took my black rope off. He was the first man I revealed myself to.
I stood there undressed, looking at him with desire, waiting for his warm touch, wanting him so bad.

He came toward me, looked deep into my eyes, and ran his hands through my hair. “You’re so beautiful,” he said putting his hands on my waist. I can tell he was nervous. His eyes were not sure whether to move along or stay still.

I touched his neck craving for more of his love. His lips were so warm as they touched mine; the softness of his lips was luscious.

He grasped my leg firmly and laid it around him, his artistic hand was playing around which made my feelings stronger, I moaned, as I wanted him inside of me so bad. His blue oceanic warm eyes looked right into mine, “you are never going to regret this” he whispered, “regret? Regret what? What is this suppose to refer to?” I thought to myself, and soon forgotten everything, I’ve forgotten all the pain I had in my past life, all the suffer I went through, I have forgotten that once I was just a breeze of wind that nobody cared about. Only the thoughts of him were inside of me, the thoughts of love and beauty, the thoughts of the very first time we held hands, the thoughts of black roses that were on my mother’s stoned grave. The soreness of my life was fading away every time he touches me.

He held me tight next to him, and placed my hand on his chest. His heart was beating so fast, I couldn’t believe how much pleasure I have given him when it was just my first time. “I love you, Shawn” I said reaching for his face, he smiled and looked away “look! The candle melted completely,” he said pointing at the candle that he lightened before I came in. “I have always been longing for this, and I cant believe that’ is already over” I Said looking at him.

He looked so peaceful “what is he dreaming of?” I thought. “How many 15 year old girls go through such experience?”

So he is small and petite but at least he’s neither an elf nor a giant, not even a stonehearted person . He is centered, sophisticated and down to earth. He is someone like me, truly like me.

I now came to a point where I knew that my feelings for him were a little more than lust.

death

As i sit watching the blood realse itzself i relax telling miself that itz time im finally live az mi friend slicez her wrist open we lie next to eachother smiling az i look and her nude body she stopz breathing thou ive been bleeding mi blood for hourz she diez az i wait for mi time mi parentz walked five dayz later i go to her funeral wishing it waz me dead az i walk in the door of mi home i look @ mi lil sis and neice and mi brotherz az mi parentz call me into their room they show me paper work for a fucking cyk ward the say that itd be good b/c i lost mi one and only friend and the finally found out i waz a cutter (ive cut since i waz 8 and now im almost 15) they apologize for nt being there and the day they sent me off i came to reality that i just want mi story told i waz in teh ward for 3 weekz nothing changed except mi life waz gone that i saw mi love die in mi bed and now im alone writting mi life on a web site that i come close to fit in with az mi life iz consumed with death i look around and tell mi self that i will be known and hope that ill know mi self by then and beable to say im truely happy itz time to come to reality..

Poetic

Lying to myself i say
“i’ll try yo live, just one more day”
as the rain falls in sheets outside
the blade and the pale skin of my wrist collide

trying not to cry
i pull the blade away
i look down at scratches barely deep enough to bleed
and i think to myself…

this should be easy for me
to guide the knife across my wrist,
send myself to eternal bliss
but i can’t do it

it’s just not fair
i want to bleed
i want to see it flow from me
and with it my problems and regrets will leave
memories of you would fade
and i would finally be happy, thanks to a blade
but like life death is cruel and you must wait your turn

how long can u last under pressure? how long can u deal with the pain and stress of life? of being the strange odd one people stare at… She couldnt cope. She did whatever it took to get away,She had to run. Parents, friends, complete strangers could do nothing for Her, She wa determined to be gone, as She tightened the Rope round Her neck and took the leap from the ledge….She ended her life the way they all hope She wouldnt. How i wish i has that bravery, determination..i look at my scars and just wish for the strength to push harder and harder…next time will be my throat. No mistakes.

Darkness - Surrounding me, covering me, complete black
The blade sinks deeper into my wrist and i think about my eternal freedom, ny eternal life, eternal darkness. I can’t wait as the blade goes deeper n the life i hated comes to an end.

Vampire
It was a warm summer night. Jessica started walking down a dark, damp alley way. She felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning around to find no one, she got the chills as a breeze blew through the alley. Turning back around to finish her walk, she unexecptly bumped into someone. She jumping slighty off the ground from the shock.
“Oh my god!” Jessica yelped. “Oh, it’s only you Jack. Don’t ever do that again you scared the crap out of me.” She put her hand over her heart for a second and took two deep breaths.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” Jack set his hand on Jessica’s shoulder pulling her some what closer. “Want to come walk with me?”
Jessica sighed and whispered in his ear, “Not tonight. I have to go to work tomorrow.”
Jack backed away and tilted his head back looking towards the sky and pausing for a minute. Looking back down at Jessica and hugging her. “We never hang out anymore, I’m begining to think you don’t want to be my friend.” Jack giggled just barely.
“Now you know thats not true. I’ve already skipped alot of work to hang out with you and if I miss anymore I’ll be fired. Make you a deal, stop scaring me and I’ll hangout with you next friday. Hows that?” Jessica step closer and stared into Jack’s dark blue, almost black eyes.
“Alright, I guess, even though i think you should quit you know I’d take of you. Anyway I’ll talk to you tomorrow. ” Jack kissed her soft cheek with his touchably, perfect lips. He started walking in the opposite direction of the way Jessica was going. She turned and watch him walk around the corner. Sighing, Jessica walked on home.
She put in the key, unlocked the door and walked in flippng the light switch on. Jessica walk to the living room and sat down on the window seal bed and staring out the window. Yawning, she fell fast asleep while thinking about Jack and all the time they have spent together through out the years. She had always been in love wiht him and the idea of her quiting work and letting Jack take care of her didn’t sound to bad.
Next friday seemed to come very quickly for Jessica. Finally meeting Jack at club Lanorise she decided to finally take that walk with him before going in. Jack held Jessica closely as they walked passed club Lanorise. The music pounding so heavy in their heads, you couldn’t hear a thing execpt for the deep goth music. Stepping into alley way by the club and sitting down. She loved being with Jack no matter where they were.
“Do you believe in vampires?”
“What kind of a question is that Jack?”
“Well do you?”
“No.”
Hugging Jessica tightly and standing up Jack pulled Jessica with him. “I want you to meet some of my friends that just moved here.”
“Alright.” Jessica could never say no to Jack. After about 15 minutes of walking they stopped. Jack slowly leaned down kissing Jessica and she couldn’t refuse the chance to kiss him even if it was in the middle of a crowded street.
“I thought you didn’t like me?”
“Shutup.”
Jack gentle started kissing Jessica’s neck. It felt he was giving her a hicky until the she felt two fang like things started to bite into her neck.
“God stop it that! That hurt what the hell were you trying to do?”
“Sorry that was in accident. Where almost there, come on.”
This time they started running. (where are we going?). Stopping at anbandoned warehouse. The darkness and the boarded up windows gave Jessica the creeps. “Were not going in there are we?”
“Of course we are.” Hearing a scream coming from inside Jessica pulled away. Jack grabbed Jessica’s arm and with one swift tug pulled her inside.