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standing there, in your arms
i know i’m safe ,from all harm
you kissed all the tears from my face
you held me in endless embrace
my heart is beating just for you
i will love you until the end of time
and in the moment you said you were mine
i knew i was blessed
i love you with all of my heart
and i’ve known from the very start
from the first time that you touched my face
you have been my angel, fallen from grace

Darkness

As a child we are always afraid of the dark, we are afraid because we cannot see whether or not something unwanted is near, it’s human instinct. Even now in this day and age adults and children alike are afraid of what they cannot see, but it is particually adults who fear what they cannot comprehend.

Sometimes i find comfort in the darkness, perhaps its based on the idea that you cannot fear something you cannot see. I use to see the darkness as hiding something that i didn’t want, or need to see. Now, once again, I’m reverting to my childhood fear. This particular time in my life gives me the feeling that I am, in fact, being left in the dark by all those I love and hold close to my heart.

I see it as follows………… so here I am, I’m surrounded by people, the people who care for, they are illuminated and they can show me when danger is approaching, they can warn me from making fatal steps, they are circled around me, I am in the centre. But this is not how it is any more. those people have gradually been creeping backward into the depths of this place. And I am alone. Left in the dark. The darkness is so complete that i cannot tell whether or not my eyes are closed, I’m so scared of hidden threats that will silently crawl towards me. I cannot take steps foward just incase I am moving towards something morbidly malevolent that is bent on sadistic action. Utterly alone. I have no idea whats going on around me, I am unaware if it is true silence or deafness that causes the lack of sound. I’m terrified and theres no-one to comfort me, no wall to stand against, no corner to hide in. Out in the open unprepared for attack, like a rabbit running blind from a fox. a predator may be always there, hidden and always watching. I don’t know. Worst of all i do not know if anybody is out there, or if anyboby will ever find me here, alone in the black lonliness. Or perhaps I’ll just fade and become the darkness, become a peccant phantom. maybe I’ll just whither and die without ever knowing if they ever cared and why they left.

So here I stand. Left in the dark.

you sit at lunch by yourself and my friends make fun of you.
about how you look and whats become of you.
they call you ugly and make so many jokes about you.
i want to help you but i dont want them to laught at me too.
i know how you feel when you hear us laugh.
but you dont know that i once had what you have.
you have an apperance no one likes to see.
so do i but mine is inside of me.
i swallowed the ugly on my face and put it in my heart.
a heart that is now breakin and will soon fall apart.
so when you hear us laugh i want you to know that none of us are happy with ourselfs and never will be. if theres any one you want to kill for being ugly…then kill me.
my deepest apologies.

So most of you know that I have some strange dreams….and as most of you know, alot of them involve sex.
well last night i had the weirdest dream…i dont know who it was about…but I’ve seen him before, and i think i know him.
but the dream felt so real it was like it was happening. I think it may happen…
i wrote this about the dream, it sounds like one of those erotic stories from this site…but here it is:

“Dreaming of a Sexual Encounter”
The cut on your face
Deep and red
The sticky, sweet blood
Dripping down
I pull you close
I lick your wound
It tastes so good
Your perfect skin
Still intact
No longer flawless
My lips meet yours
You taste my ecstasy, your blood
I lay me down, next to you
The look in your eyes
The touch of your hand
The taste of your blood
The feeling of your kiss
Your hands at my neck
Touching softly, choking
I feel you wanting me
Biting your lip
Pulling you close
I feel you inside me
But only in dreams…

Vampire.

I could feel his presence reaching out to my desires. Everything I wanted he had, as well as everything I needed.
The elevator bell rang as I reached the main floor. Merith reached for me as I began to lose consciousness. Why was he here? He was suppose to meet me at the airport. “Manuel, quickly her bags.” His tone caressed me. I was swept up into his firm grasp and cradled against his chest. My bags carried ahead of me and tucked away in the trunk of a sleek black vehicle.
“I know I was to meet you at the airport, but I felt I needed to be here.”
As I looked up into Merith’s sincere eyes, I lost focus to a shadow behind him. He was there, peering down on me from the window. His eyes spoke of a pain so horrible I wanted to go to him, and comfort him.
Merith gently slid into the back of the car with me still huddled in his arms. I began to get dizzy again and felt the darkness ceasing me. With the last of my strength, I draped my arms around his neck, “Merith please don’t ever leave me. I…I need you.” My voice smoothed out as a whisper, and my eyelids hid my soul.

…

Manuel guided us back to my loft. I constantly checked Miara’s breathing, scared to lose her. She was so fragile at times, but she was so strong in spirit. Her beauty was so captivating, no wonder he wanted her. No wonder I wanted her. I kissed her lips softly and dragged my fingers across her cheek. I vowed never to leave her.
We arrived at my loft, and I stepped carefully out of the car.
“Manuel, you are the most loyal of men, I thank you dearly.” He nodded towards me with utmost understanding. “Could you please carry her bags to my room, and make sure all is secure?” I begged with urgency.
“Of course sir, I will do all that I can.”
We shuffled hurriedly in the elevator and I waited impatiently. The dark oak walls seemed so confining. When the door opened I sighed with relief and rushed towards the door. Manuel opened the door with several different keys and I immediately headed for the bedroom. Manuel placed her bags near the closet and attended to our security. I tied back the curtains from my canopy bed, and layed her gently upon the puffy sheets. I removed her shoes and tucked her under the blanket. I anxiously removed my clothes and climbed in beside her, holding her firmly against me. He would not touch her. Not this night, not ever.

poetic
Footsteps fading in the snow
Children not knowing where to go
THere they are standing still
Footsteps fading in the snow.

Children not knowing where to go
so they start to play in the snow
The creatures of the night come out in dark
When the scurrying critters and hooting starts
Children not knowing where to go

There they are standing still
Heavy winds chilling, new snow falling
Children blowing all around
Theres a blizzard, they can’t stay on ground.
Freeze to death, in the cold air of the night
There they are standing still

Footsteps fading in the snow
Children don’t need to know where to go
THey are burried in a blizzard blanket
Frozen to death, never to get lost again
No creatures around to unbury the dead
There are no children wondering where to go
Footsteps fading in the snow.

poetic

Choke on your shallow pride
drown in your deep conceit
cry lonely tears
grow on your misery

why try so hard to make a difference
when in the end, we’ll all be dead
the reason why, we try and try
is because we can’t give up five minutes before the miracle

what if in five minutes you get hit by a car
run over by a stampede, or die of a diesease?

Work until the last second, no reason to have fun.
all your friends are gone. family disowned.
you tried too hard to be perfect,
didn’t take enough time out to love… to be loved.

Now you’re caught in a superficial shallow world, where only the perfect exsist.
you think you are there, but you are transparent
No one is perfect, not even you, nut you keep on trying until you grow weak.
at some point you faint, and while the tears aren’t dripping out your eyes,
you realize, and whisper “I’m already dead”.

poetic
Put on a mask hide your face
play a character, so you’re not out of place
Doleful, morose, miserable, tortured
these feelings won’t matter once you wear the mask of comedy.

Put on a mask hide your face
Play a character so you’re not out of place
You have a tear dripping down your cheek
That tear won’t show once you wear the mask of comedy

Put on a mask hide your face
Play a character so you’re not out of place
scared to death you know you’re going to die
With all this occuring you should remove the mask of comedy, and don the mask of tradgedy.

::snip, snip:: the scissor moves slowly across the paper, as she cuts out the eyes, nose, and lips out of the face in the magazine. “Too perfect” she whispers. Her magazines are all cut out, so you can’t see the faces of any of the models. “If I can’t be like that, niether can they!” ::snip, snip, snip:: the scissors move faster, cutting out the perfectly shaped eyebrows. “Anastasia!” her mother yells. “I’m coming down soon mother…” she sighs. “You have to go to school!” as the mother yells once more. Anastasia gets up off the floor, slips into her velvet dress. She walks over to the table where all her make-up is, sits down at the chair, looks into the mirror and thinks what’s the point, they all know, and they’ll just think of something else to say if they see me trying to coverup in make-up again.

*In school
“Just walk with your face down, let your hair fall in your face, it covers all the bruises, the scars.” Anastasia mumbles to herself.

*Flash Back
“Do you think I’m pretty?” “You are beautiful.” ::BANG:: The sound of a bullet shooting out of a gun. “AVERICK!” ::sobs::

*Back in present
“That’s when I started beating myself, scapling out skin from my face, I didn’t want any one else to say I was beautiful. Those were the last words he said to me, and they were precious, but now, I went too far. I lost all the positive thoughts I had about myself. Why did he have to die? I should have done something, but what could I do?” Anastasia just starts telling the whole story to herself. A girl comes up and says, “What a freak… why are you talking to yourself? It’s obvious you aren’t talking to anyone else, because all you can hear is mumbling.” Anastasia just looks down and walks away. She leaves the school before it’s even over. She walks to the abandoned parking lot where her and Averick last saw eachother. They went there all the time. No one ever went there, there was no reason to. There were no sites around for people to need a place to park. However, it was quiet and peaceful, and they were never bothered. Then how did Averick get shot if no one was around to pull the trigger. This mystery was never solved. Not many people even cared that he died, he didn’t socialize, and Anastasia was his only friend. There was no reason not to like him, he was intelligent and handsome. He was caring and thoughtful, open-minded, and he was no where near racist. He’s someone that could have been a role model if he had lived, if he made more friends. Anastasia couldn’t blame him for not wanting to make friends with the people in school, most of them were close-minded, and materialized. A tear rolled down Anastasia’s face as she thought of all the amazing times they shared and the time they first met. “Well, well, well, after three years you’ve finally returned.” said a voice. “What?! Who are you? How do you know how long it’s been since I last came her?!” “You look much different now, more then I expected. You used to be gorgeous. I secretly loved you, I was jealous of Averick, you two liked eachother, and I would never be able to match up with him. If I couldn’t have you, no one would! Averick wasn’t the one who was supposed to die, you were. I studied the side you always stood on, so I finally brought a gun one day. However you were on the otherside that day. I was so eager to shoot, that the bullet hit him instead of you. After all these years, I’ve been waiting for you to return. I slept in a tent, the only time I left was to go get food from my house. I had someone deliver the products there. Luckily, my house is only five minutes away by bike. I’ve been waiting for you, only you.” The voice finished the story of what happened. “Averick wasn’t supposed to die.” She was too shocked to cry, her face was expressionless. ::BANG::

She’s the only thing that sticks with me,
She’s the only things that can truly see
She’s the only one who know’s how it feels
She’s the only one who never seems to be scared of me.
She’s the only it, who can never leave.

Where is she? Who is she?
she’s in the mirror, She is me.
She’s a reflection, that never tends to smile
She’s an image, that only a mirror can clearly see.

If she could, she would certainly leave
If she could, she would turn blind, optionally.
If she could, she would fight back against the pain.
She is scared, but doesn’t show, the fright she gained for me.
She wants, she does, she slyly escapes from me.

Every cut, every opening, she seeps out, trying to leave.
She lost her faith in me. Her reflection fades, as part of her dies
Since we are the same, she is me, I am her.
She starts to painfully cry, as we slowly die.

When will I wake
For days and nights i sleep
years go by I still do not wake
But I hear the world around me
It does not sound like it once did when I was awake
Now the time has come for me to wake
I go outside
I look around
I see none of my family and friends
I wounder what has happend to them
I learn that I am the last of my family and that my friends died long ago
No one can understand the pain i feel
The pain of not haveing anyone you once knew
I shall always be alone in this world
An outsider who can never find my way back in like the others will
I am the last of my family
I will make this world pay for what they have done to my friends and family
The will know the pain that i once felt
I must go before they find me and get rid of me as well
I say farewell until we meet again

Poetic
The many nights when sleep evades me
And the only lullabies are hauntings of my past
Like my own shadow encompassing myself
Yet I continue to sit here, smoking a cigarette
Pretending to those that know me
Nothing is wrong, Everything is right, Everything is fair
Yet I hear them
crying for mercy
crying for release
cursing me for who I am
cursing me for what I’ve done-
Sleep will come soon
and so will their screaming

poetry

tears of pleasure
tears of pain
tears you’ve caused
cannot be tamed
tears of love
more of hate
have no control
lost, out of faith
another broken heart
another tears drops
> > let her tears see the light
let her blood run red as wine
cut and wounded
until there is nothing left
just a corroding heart
and decaying fleash

gothic
Along with your rage follows your fate
Pugatory awaits to feed of your hate
Inside it’s burning, flames all around
The site deafining all others screaming sound
Whitnesses bleed and whimper in shame
Towards everyone else you point your blame
When you fall you will take down the sun
Shadows will rise and heaven will run
From within is where this did start
You are an angel-
With blood on your wings, love in your heart
On the bottom of Atlantis the mermaids die
With their suicide your hate will survive
Above on land where sirens dont sing
Hawks crash abound with only one wing
Out of sorrow your green-brown eyes look over
The desaster you’ve caused, all you’ve taken under
Heat rising, sweat throughout
Now you’ve forgoton what all this shit is about.

Gothic
so i’m a slut and want to die
before i go i’ll reveal my lies
in a blink this script pours out
now you will hear my grieving shout

wheather you read this or go to hell
my path is clear as my story will tell
where i begin is not where to start
but going back farther would take my heart

what i want you to know and maybe believe
is that i know what i know and in the truth i concieve
i write whats happens and where i’ll never go
because i must, i’ll confide why i am alone.

Poetic

I want to be a lost poem in a strangers coat pocket
That conveys the importance of you
To assure you of my desire
To assure you of my dreams
I want all the possibilities of you in writing
I want to give you your reflection
I want your eyes on me
I want to travel with you to the likeness and stay there
And I want everything before you to follow us like a trail behind me
I want never to say goodbye
Even on the street corner or the phone
I want
I want so much I’m breathless
I want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket
So I can sew it
I want my words to scream through you
I want the poem not to mean that much
And I want to contradict myself accidentally
And for you to know what I mean
I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close
I want endless days when it’s day
And nighttime never to end when it’s night
I want all the seasons in one day
I want the sun to set before us, and come up in front of us
I want water up to our waists and I want to be drenched by the rain up to our ankles with holes in our shoes
I want to think your thoughts because they are mine
I want only what’s urgent with you
To get in the way of barriers
I want you to be tender
Like you already are
I want you to be tough
Like you already are
I want us to have met for a reason
And for that reason to be important
And I want it to be bigger than us
I want it to take over us
I want to forget
I want to remember us
And I want you smile always
And your grimaces too
I want your scars on my lips
And I want your disappointments in my heart
I want your strength in my soul and your soul in my eyes
I want to believe everything you say
And I do
And I want you to tell me what’s best when I don’t know
When you’re lost I want to find you
When you’re weary I want to give you steeples
And cathedral thoughts
Coliseum dreams
I want to drag you from the darkness
And kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us.
I want
I want so much I cannot bear it.

POETRY

A gun falling through
The clouds where we
sleep this kiss
Wish I was bulletproof
But I feel fake

A touch leaves me senseless
blind falling like green off trees
this blinding kiss
Whis I was bulletproff
You are the trigger

A heart surronded by pavement
Does it make me strong?
Lost in a single breath
I wish I was bulletproof
Why do we burn for this? … Life.

We fade … and tick tock tock … Clock ticks on.
Like this kiss we call life…

Topic - Poetic

Watching as the flames engulf the wood, thoughts engulf my mind.
The heat is now riding as my thoughts get deeper and deeper.
I listen as a train goes by; miles away.
The air is calm no wind, no nothing,
Apart from whistles in the distance.
As the fire dies down my thoughts calm: calm like the air.
Nothing moves apart form my fingers.
The fire now out;
I rest.

Blood Dripping Roses
Chapter 15

Ebony shook in fear at how angry Tommie was, but feared more towards what her master would say.
“Please Tommie- don’t tell him! I’m sorry-I was just-“
“Snooping!” Tommie conformed crossing his arms.
“No-that’s not it.”
Slowly, Tommie’s face changed to a lighter mood and her begin to laugh.
“You should see you face! It’s classic! I must have had you really worried that I was going to tell the master on you. So you know how he is now?”
“I do and I don’t like it mind you.” Ebony said crossing her arms too.
“Well-Don’t worry-I have no plans on telling on you. Besides, it’s not like Vincent is one of my fariovite people.”
“Thank you.”
Ebony was really glad that Tommie was willing to help her and was too glad that it was he who founded her. She stared at him as nothing about Tommie had changed, hair stilled jelled back, he wore a a-shit that showed off his powerful mislead and a pair of lose blue jeans. To Ebony- if she ever saw Tommie out on the streets, she would have fallen in love with his looks. But then-what girl wouldn’t.
Tommie suddenly busted out laughing again and even double over a bit.
“Is that right? You would fall in love with me? I’m faltered.”
Ebony looked down at the floor as her face grew hot. She had forgotten that vampires could hear her thoughts.
“So tell me-how do you understand this map?” Tommie asked turning serious.
“I’m not sure. I mean-I just stuck the pieces together.” Ebony said looking up at the map too.
“Well I have to hand it to you-beautiful, smart, what else are you?”
“Trying to escape.”
“Oh now that is a big no-no. That I won’t let you do. So don’t make me hurt you o.k.?” Tommie sighted as he looked down at Ebony.
“So tell me, how are you and Milord are doing?”
“I hate him!” Ebony snapped. “He so mean, he’s even hit me twice. And then he…” Ebony’s hand went to her neck where the bite marks hand become a scar and were almost gone. “he bit me.”
“Ah well, that’s gong to happen here.”
“No it won’t!” Ebony shouted, her voice cracking and like a waterfall, tears flowed quickly.
“I won’t ever let him touch me again! I hate him! He hurt me in a way that no one else could ever. I hate it here and everything about! I need help and yet I don’t know here to get it! Why does this have to happen to me!? Why only me!? Why couldn’t this have been someone else!?”
Before Ebony relies it, she had her arms around Tommie, crying into his shirt. It had been a long time since she had had an shoulder to cry on. However, Tommie didn’t seem to mind.
“Don’t worry about it Ebony. Everything will be fine, you’ll see. You’ll learn to even love him one day.” Tommie said while rubbing Ebony back.
Ebony stepped back and looked up at Tommie.
“No-I would never love him! He’s a monster!”
Sighing, Tommie slowly clean the tears from Ebony’s face.
“Don’t let him upset you like this. This a weakness you need not have in this place.”
And then, Tommie kissed her. It was something that Ebony had not expected to happen, yet, she was allowing it to happen.
~I need him. Maybe Tommie can help me.~
The kiss was started of by being soft and yet feather like. But then it turned into a demanding need. Quickly, Ebony pulled away from him.
“No Tommie, we can’t-“
However, Tommie would not take no for an answer. He wrapped his arms back around Ebony and a growl so deep and deadly, Ebony knew what it meant. She had heard it from her master when he bit her that night. And now Tommie was next.
“No! Stop!” Ebony shouted as his mouth descended on her neck . Everything in that small moment had gone wrong.
~I shouldn’t have allowed him to kiss me! He’s a vampire for heaven sakes. What was I thinking?~
Ebony felt fear crap up into her chest as she felt Tommie’s sharp fangs brush her neck, and then he bite. This time, she managed to let out a small scream of pain as she felt as if her neck on that spot was burning. She clenched to Tommie as she felt her knees go weak, but he held on, squeezing her to death .
“What’s going on here!?”
A voice behind them shouted out so loudly, it made Tommie jerk away from Ebony and she fell to the floor in a heap.
As if an vision of an angel, it was Ezekiel face that appeared over her.
“Ebony!!” he shouted in a bit of a panic and lift her to her feet, holding her next to him as he wrapped his arm around her.
Ezekiel shouted Tommie an evil look. “Are you insane!? What were you thinking Tommie!?”
Tommie shook his head and cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Sorry-sorry. I don’t….don’t know what happened.”
“You haven’t been feeding correctly and it was wrong to take it out on Ebony!”
Tommie looked over at Ebony who was breathing hard into Ezekiel’s chest.
“I can see why Milord paid so much for her. She’s sweet to smell and taste. I’m sure this will be my head and Vincent will be pretty pissed. But I’ll say, it was worth it.”
With that, Tommie left, leaving Ebony with Ezekiel.
Looking down and farming her face, Ezekiel took a close looked at Ebony’s neck.
“Are you o.k. Milady?”
Pulling back a bit, she managed to put her hands on his chest.
“Don’t you touch me-PLEASE!” she moaned. “You monsters! I can’t trust anyone in this damned place!”
“You can trust me Ebony. I will never harm you if you don’t wish it.”
“You harmed me by bring me here!” Ebony shouted back and stepping away from his embrace. “You and everything else here are evil and I don’t want to be touched by any of it!”
Ezekiel sighed as he looked away from her.
“I can’t blame you for hating me, nor not trusting me. But you need a friend now in-”
“I don’t befriend evil THINGS like you!” Ebony sneered. “I hate you all and I trust no one!”
“And that is the way to be.” Ezekiel looked back down at Ebony. “Don’t even trust me. I’m a vampire and God knows what I’ll do to you.”
Ebony didn’t know if Ezekiel was only trying to frighten her or if he was being real. But she took his words to heart as she nodded and backed farther away.
“Your not suppose to be down here Ebony.” Ezekiel said plainly. “Get back up stairs before Master finds out you were here. It would be best if you do not even think about what happened here around him if you know what I mean. He will surly punish you and Tommie both if he knew. Understand?”
Nodding, Ebony left from which she had came and went back up the stairs, thinking the whole way up. The smell this time didn’t bother her on the way up. However, when she reached the top of the stairs and pulled open the door, she gasped to meet Vincent face to face.
Ebony stepped back and trying to think of something to say, but she never got the words out before a mind blowing fist went into her stomach and everything went black.

Blood Dripping Roses
Chapter 14

“What to know why Milord has been so angry lately?”
Ebony looked up from her book at Canon who was dusting the room.
“Isn’t that how he always is?” she asked.
It had been a week in the Castle of Lord Vincent. But lately, Ebony had not seen much of her master. In fact, she only heard him from somewhere in the castle, yelling and screaming at someone or something that had been going on for quiet a while. But she was happy that she didn’t have to deal with that.
“I think I prefer him angry.” Ebony answered after a moment. “I haven’t seen him and I think that good.”
Canon shrugged her shoulder as she pulled out a few books and dusted them.
“In any case, Milord is in huge debt.”
“A vampire can get in debt?”
Ebony felt odd having the word vampire come out of her mouth. Wasn’t a word she was quiet use to. But in a way, she said it in a sarcastic way.
“Oh yes mamma.” Canon went on. “it would seem that you are the reason that he is that way.”
“Boy, don’t I feel bad about that.” Ebony said.
“Yes, it would seem that the person who was selling you wanted more than Milord had. But for some odd reason, he paid that much for you.”
“Not that I’m flared by that, but why me? I mean you make this sound like something that he doesn’t always do.”
Canon shook her head.
“Oh no-no. Never have I seen. Why do you think that so many of us looked at you the way that we did. We might be only maids, but we do know Milord’s affairs. It would seem that he is in need of more slaves. That way he can sell them to the other slave owners that are around these parts.
Ebony places her book down and begin to think out loud.
“So it’s like this, Vincent needs slaves so he goes out and just pick up any girl? Just like that?”
“Yes mamma. There are exceptions. If a person is in need of money, any person out there in the world, and they know of this place and branch, then they can suggest a person to Milord and he can buy if he approves. But the girl has to be a special person to be concerned a part of this island. And you mostly, because Milord was in need of a Main Slave.”

Ebony laid back as she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wonder.
~(I have to find a way to escape from this place. Maybe Vincent will get mad at me enough to just send me away. It has to be better than this.)
And then, something came to mind that Ebony had not though about since Vincent had told. Something that she was told not to do. Slowly she sat up as it seemed to come to her all at once.
“Vincent once told me not to go on the 8th floor of this castle. What could be so damn special on that floor that I can’t see!? Maybe there is a way out that way, or maybe I’ll learn something. I might even make him mad enough to send me away. I doubt that he will kill me. If I’m worth as much as Canon made it out to be, then maybe my odds are good with escaping.”
Pulling up the pale, purple dress, Ebony quickly slipped on her flat slipper and crept out of the room. It was dark out and she was sure that her master was sleeping the time, or so she hoped.
“I hope he stays busy, I might find something on this 8th floor that’s so forbined. I should have asked Canon about it. But then, she might have told me too not to go there.”
As Ebony walked up the starts that led to the 8th floor after walking for a moment, she notice how dice the air started to become, but continued on. When she reached the end of the starts she hissed a cruse word as she came up on a giant metal door.
“Damn! I hope it’s not locked!”
But to her surprise, it wasn’t locked at all and when she pushed up against the door, it opened easily. The door lead to a long, very narrow hallway that was only let by small flames along the sides. This hallway was unlike any other hallway in the place, and seemed to be a whole different part to the castle.
Halfway down the hallway however, Ebony stopped and looked around herself to find doors on either side of her, all looking the same.
“This is like a giant fun house-pick a door and win a prize.”
Because all of the doors looked the same, Ebony just finally picked out and opened it very slowly.
In doing so-she founded a long hallway that at the end of it, it lead down a stairway.
“What the hell is this!?” Ebony asked around as she closed the door and peered down the stars.
Something within Ebony told her not to go down the starts that it wasn’t a such a good idea to be heading down a dark stairway. But her heart was set on escaping and so she went, holding onto the wall so that she might not trip. The feather she went down the stars-the less she could see and a chill ran up her spin as she went on.
When Ebony stepped at the bottom of the stars- a smell like non she had ever smelled hit her in the face with a strong, hot, sink.
“GOD!” Ebony moaned as she covered her noise and walked forward into something she never expected to see.
The room that she walled into was like a military control base. There was a very large TV that showed an entire map of the world. Of cores the room was empty so it gave Ebony a chance to look around. There was computer and all types of electronic things all around. Paper was every yet in neat stacks and the room looked as if everyone had just went on a lunch break.
Ebony walked up to the map and notice many little points on the map that was blinking. Looking at the map for a long while, she then notice a cluster of lights on a very small island. Inwardly, she gasped.
“If, I’m think correctly- this is a map of a location of vampires! It has to be. These little lights are where vampires are in different parts of the world. And here, this island by the red sea had got to b e where we are!”
“You’re very smart to figure that all out!”
Ebony spun around in fear to find non other than Tommie, one of the ones that brought her to the Dark Island.
“Tommie-I…uhm”
“What are you doing here?” Tommie questioned stepping closer. “Milord would kill you if he founded you here! This is a private room! Didn’t he tell you not to come to the 8th floor!?”

Blood Dripping Roses
Chapter 13

As Ebony slowly came to her since, she knew that once again, she was inside and lying on a bed. Her hand went right to her neck where she felt the bandage going around it, proving that all that she remembered last, was real.
“It’s about time you wake.”
Ebony turned her head to the side to find Vincent lying beside her propped on some pillows, eyes closed. She let out a desperate moan as she begin to cry again, looking away.
“What are you crying about!?” Vincent snapped as he glanced at her.
“Your…really…a-a vam-“
“A vampire! Your point being!?”
“Cory was really killed by a vampire!”
Vincent raised a eye brow and looked down at Ebony.
“Who?”
“CORY!!” Ebony shouted. “Cory-my boyfriend! My so called friend Neely had Cory killed because she sold me to you! It’s true that it was a vampire!!”
Vincent moved until he over Ebony who had stopped crying in fear of what was about to happen.
“Who told you this!?”
Ebony lightly gasped.
(Oh no! Ezekiel told me not to say anything!)
Vincent then smirked.
“So Ezekiel told you then huh?”
“But how?”
“I’m a vampire Slave.” Vincent poked Ebony on the forehead. “I can hear everything you think about. So it was Ezekiel told you this?”
Ebony shook her head.
“He didn’t tell me word from word but it wasn’t like I couldn’t figure it out.”
Vincent looked closer at Ebony then smiled.
“Alright, you not lying I see. So fine…is that what you believe to have happened?”
“It is what happened.” Ebony whispered as she turned her head away and put her hand to her neck.
“You know,” Vincent said as he sat back down on his side. “it wouldn’t have hurt so if you had not fought me. Bites can be pleasurable it you are clam.”
“I never want that to happen again!” Ebony snapped.
“You say that as if you have a choice in the matter. But you don’t. And I will have you any way that I want when I want it. You are my property! I bought you with my money and I assure you, you were no simple price. Your dealer demanded so much for you, I almost turned the offer down. But now I see, you are well worth every cent that I paid. Never have I had a slave with such fighting sprite in her.”
Ebony turned her back to Vincent. She would have slid out of the bed to get as far away from him as she could. But her blood loss still made her feel very weak.
“I will run from you until I either get away or you kill me.”
“You would choose death over life?”
“Living here is not living!”
Vincent laughed.
“Don’t you worry puppet, I won’t let you get too far from me from now on. Death is too good for a person such as yourself. And if you choose to disobey my orders again-“ Vincent hand went to Ebony’s thigh where he slowly raised the side of her thin dress. “then I will take things feather than they have to go.”
Ebony energy seemed to return at that very moment and she quickly jumped away from Vincent whom begin to laugh as she rolled to the floor and away from him.
“So I have founded a fear in you, have I? Maybe now I can get some respect from you.”
“If you dare to try and lay a hand on me-I will bite my tongue and bleed to death! I will find one of your sharpest knife in you kitchen and I will cut my self so deep, it won’t take longer than 5mins. for me. I will throw myself from the highest window and fall to my death! What ever it takes, you will NEVER own me!”
Ebony’s back was pressed up against the wall as Vincent moved so close in her face, there noise were brushing.
“You forget yourself again Slave! Cut your self or bite and try to make yourself bleed to death, I will stop it with pleasure my dear! I can smell blood within a mile way within my own home. So don’t even think about sneaking away to kill yourself. And if you were to fall to your death, it wouldn’t take long for me to tell once you hit the wind. I will catch you!” Vincent hissed. “Don’t you dare try and threaten me with your death. I told you, death is too good for a bitch like yourself!”

(For the darkness category)

I am two people. There is a me the world sees and a me only I will ever know. Personality number one hates the thought of hurting others or herself, has perhaps too much empathy at times, is highly emotional and knows what she wants. Personality number two just wants to hurt. She wants to torture and kill, she wants to break all the rules and doesn’t care about others and what they think. One me has a place in this life, the other does not.

One is strong, the other is powerful and exciting. One has a future, the other lives for the moment and to hell with consequences. One wants to live, the other doesn’t care about risking death, she embraces it. Are they both real? And it makes me wonder, if I hadn’t been raised in such a loving family knowing where I stand, would I be personality number two, and would I be happier? Would I even still be alive? Sometimes I feel restrained, I really have to keep the second me chained. I wonder how much it would take to break those chains. But really it’s not chained, because I allow it to roam in my imagination and my writing. It doesn’t scare me, because I have control over who I am. I have control… and I make my own destiny.

(This post if for the death category)

And there’s blood everywhere… worse than the smell, sticky looking, shiny, wet, scarlet… blood soaks the walls like paint, dripping… only it dries faster than paint. This is fresh… too fresh… too late; they were too late, 10 minutes… 20 at most… two open doors, which one to choose? Both gaping maws… both roaringly dark… empty? So much quick dry scarlet paint, like nail polish… but no body in this room… no red trails on the floor… which doorway? Too hard… too difficult a decision…
Left.
Tentative steps… toes swallowed by one black hole… should legs follow? Is it safe? Why does the first one have to be like this? The scent of blood… of an invisible breeze… where is that coming from?… the scent of death mingles with the smell of fear… Step… Step… One foot in front of the other… Legs, torso and face swallowed, arms follow… gone… The torch beam pierces the inky blackness, a solitary companion, a connection to reality… like a fog horn on a stormy night… the only thing that can show you the way, keep you here… bring you home… A hand appears under the beam… slashed wrists, defense wounds on the palms, but no blood around them… strange… why bother to clean the corpse when the next room is marinating in their blood? Perhaps the killer was interrupted? Perhaps the victim didn’t belong here… shouldn’t have been left here… or perhaps the perp was just out buying some new surgical gloves and a litre of milk for the cat… perhaps he’d be back soon… He?… Why did people always assume the criminal was a he?… An arm is connected to the hand… the fog horn works its way over the body, illuminating each new limb slowly… slowly… the mind takes photographs… processes them… a woman, mid to late 40’s, classic dyed blonde hair… short manicured nails… traces of eyeliner and lipstick left on her face… she looked after herself, a professional? But where were her clothes? It’ll be a business suit, knee length skirt, navy blue or grey… silk blouse… bingo, in the corner, torn, discarded… like her… she’s just like a pile of laundry… dumped, clean, but awaiting ironing and putting away. Her face… peaceful?… serene?… accepting of her fate… her poor hands… She fought at first… but gave up as she felt the life drain from her… no hope… as each drop left her body she surrendered a little more… so pale… eyes closed… because she blacked out before she died? Or did she not want him to see her light go out?… so pale… so wrong… touch her?… why?… Oh my god, she’s still warm… so close… too late… 10 minutes… just 20 more minutes… BASTARD!… why…

(I’ve never written anything like this before. Please tell me what you think! Thanks!

(It’s nice to see things up and running again! This post is obviously for Poetry. Thanks!)

On the anniversary of his death
She entered the living room
Wearing her wedding dress

The cat watched as she
Watched herself
Laughing
Dancing
Making small talk
Lifting the veil
She kissed the cat
“I do”

She sipped red wine
Careful not to spill it
On the pureness
Of her dress

Fiddling with the necklace
Which he’d hung around her neck
Never removed
She swirled about the dance floor
Their first dance
Alone

The cat watched as she
Exited the living room
Wearing her wedding dress
On the anniversary of his death

“I do”

Fucking Loser
I just can’t stand you.
Why don’t you leave?
Just fucking go!
I didn’t want you anyway.
Never wanted you to stay.

I don’t care if you’re pissed.
Don’t care what you tell your friends.
Yeah, I’m a bitch
And I don’t give a fuck.

Cry all you want.
‘Cuz I don’t care.
Piss and moan.
Say I’m a whore.
Lie to all your friends.
Go ahead, ‘cuz I don’t care.

CHORUS
Kick the glass, bust the pain.
You’re nothing but a fucking shame.
I don’t want you, never did.
You’re just a stupid fucking kid.
Just go away
Wouldn’t give a fuck if you died today.
Yeah, I’m a bitch.
You were just my toy.
And I don’t give a fuck.
Stupid little boy
END CHORUS

Try and tell me I can’t live without you.
Believe what you want, I know the truth.
You meant nothing to me, I’ll prove you wrong.
You’re the one who can’t move on.

Just stop calling, can’t you see?
Are you fucking blind? Or stupid?
I hate you!
No I don’t want to be with you.
I can’t fucking stand you!

Sissy boy, can’t you take it?
The knowledge that you were just a toy?
Stupid little boy,
Can’t live knowing I used you.
Just chill, ‘cuz one day you’ll do it too.

CHORUS
END SONG

Savine was sitting on the couch, bored as anything. She needed something to do….. or someone. She was waiting for Noel to come over. The anticipation of what she wanted to do to her was turning her on more than she could imagine. “Why was she taking so long”, Savine thought to herself. Just then the doorbell rang.

It was Noel. Just the sight of her made Savine want to rip off her clothes. She was looking so hot with her black hair tapering down the back of her dress.her words flowed from her crimson lips like a waterfall. She had to kiss her.

Savine garbbed Noel and kissed her so pasionately. Making her want her more than she had before. God how she wanted her. Without breaking this sweet imbrace, Savine led Noel to the bed. Breaking the kiss Savine pushed Noel on the bed behind her.

“I’ve been waint for you.” Savine whispered into Noel’s ear. The feel of her hot breathe on her ear turned on Noel.

Savine felt Noel’s pale fingers move tot eh bottom of her shirt and pull it over her head. Savine undid her bra, exposing her breasts. Noel began to take her dress off, of course with help from Savine. Now, both were bare breasted on the crimson sheets.

Savine’s kisses moved down Noel’s neck. Noel shivered as Savine’s warm lips caressed her skin. Noel felt the kisses start to move down the middle of her breasts, and then her stomach. Savine stopped when she came to g-string, but didn’t take it off. Noel shook with anticipation, wondering, what will she do next.

Savine teased her through the mesh of her panties. Licking and stroking her clit playfully. With every teasing stroke Noel moaned and gasped with pleasure. Noel couldn’t stand it any more, she had to have her inside her and Savine knew it.

Finally, knowing that Noel couldn’t stand the teasing anymore, slid off her g-string, throwing it to the floor. Taking two fingers and slid them into the wet silken pocket between her legs. Noel moaned as she slid into her. Savine used her thumb to massage her clit while she moved her fingers. The feel of Noel’s insides turned on Savine, and the more she became turned on the faster her fingers moved in and out of Noel.

Feeling that Noel had had enough, Savine slid her fingers out of Noel. “Why did you stop?”, Noel asked panting. Without saying a word, Savine spread Noel’s legs apart more than they already were, and began to kiss down her fron t again, but stopped when she came to Noel’s clit. She traced the lips of Noel’s vagina, but never touched her clit. Noel moaned and pated form the feel of Savine’s hot tongue on her.

The look in Noel’s eyes was a sign that she wanted Savine tro be in her a lot. This pity that she took upon on this pale beautiful creature made Savine laugh inside. “Please,” Noel begged, “I want you to.” “When your ready”, Savine replied.

Suddenyl, Savine herslf couln’t take it anymore then Noel. Without warning, she took her tongue and very forcefully, butplayfully,thrusted it into Noel. She screamed at the pleasure and gripped the sheets. Savine kept this pace going and sucked on her clit as well. Savine felt her body tighten and her back arc and felt Neol’s fluids flow more and pulled out of her.

Noel trembled from her very pleasing experience. Savine grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around them. She could feel Noel trembling and kisses her quivering mouth.

“It’s not over yet,” Noel whispered into Savine’s ear.

Noel’s lips touched Savine’s and thier tongues danced in each others mouths. Soon Noel started to kiss Savine faster and harder. Svine could feel her hands moving all over her body. Noel massaged Savine’s breasts and played with her nipples. Then she started to move her hands lower and lower.

Savine could feel her finger massagin and stroking her clit. Suddenly, Noel took her two fingers and slammed them into Savine. She screamed with pleasure, but the screamed was muffled by the kiss. Noel began to move in and out of Savine faster, harder and deeper. Noel bagen to kiss and lick Savine’s neck and moved down to her belly button. Then she came to her clit. Noel slid her fingers out of Savine.

“Now we’re gonna have some real fun.” Noel whispred into in her ear. As she hovered over Savine she reached in to her nightstand drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. Noel cuffed Savine to the bed and blinfolded her, making her imoblized and there was nothing she could do about it.

Savine felt Noel’s lips on hers and returned the favor. She could feel Noel’s lips move lower and lower. She began to pant more and harder. Soon she was moving to her vagina.

Savine was loving every minute of it. Unlike her her, Noel wasn’t a tease, no she liked it rough. She could feel her begin to lick and suck on her clit. The more Savine moaned the harder she would suck. Suddenly, Noel bit down on her clit playfully. Savine screamed with pleasure. Without warning, Noel forcefully pierced Savine with her tongue. She let out another scream of pleasure. Noel could feel that she was about to cum and pulled out of her.

Disappointed and out of breathe, she asked “Why did you stop?” Not saying a word Noel put her finger to hger lips and said, “Shh, don’t speak my love.” Noel reached into her night satnd drwaer and pulled out a leather harness and a velvet pouch.

Noel undid he handcuffs and took off the bandana. Savine gasped at what she saw was in store for her. Where Noel’s freshly shven skin was, there was a leather haness and in the middle, there was a flesh colored dildo.

Noel knew that Savine loved it when she used it. Savine got off the abd and pulled her by the harness. Savine got on her knees and took the dildo in her mouth. She began to suck harder and faster. Noel got so much stimulation in her clit from this that she almost came herself.

Noel picked up Savine and bent her over the foot of the bed. “You ready?” Noel asked. Savine nodded. Noel puched her way into Savine’s ass. She began to move rythmically in and out of Savine. “Fuck me harder” Savine screamed. “I said herder god damn it” Knowing what to do Noel slammed into her and almost knocked her down, but kept the pace.

After a while Noel pulled pulled out of her and threw her on her back to the bed.She spread her legs wide enough so she could enter her, and pushed her way through her wet tissue

Savine moaned and screamed her name. Without warning Savine flipped Noel on her back and be gan to ride her.. Savine moved faster and faster on Noel. Noel was getting so timulated in her clit that she bagen to moan.

Suddenyl they both let out a scream in uniscen and Noel arched her back so she can go in for the last time but deeper. Savine GOT off Noel and cruled up next to her AND later that night Savine grabbed a hold of the dildo and said”My turn”

(Gothic)Well a large topic on the site is ‘labels’. whether they call you ‘goth’ or ‘geek’ they usually mean the same thing. either scary (to them) or just out of the ordinary. I personally find it odd.. that though alot of us claim not to like labels.. we take it badly when we see ‘posers’. Now what im getting at is not that we’re hypocrites, but that we’re dishonest.. on some level i think we like being scary and that they are freaked out by the way we can wear spikes chains and leather confidently. They know us for our label… the Goths. This is why when we see a poser.. making us.. look weak or like a bunch of garden variety nerds.. we make a it known they arent… one of us. Now this is human nature. I myself enjoy being called “scary” and “fucked up” i sometimes go the extra mile to make people in my classes at skool move away. But when i see a what some instantly dismiss as a poser, i read into them a bit before writing them off. Hm… this is just a ton of rambling but i hope it makes sense to you. next time some one says your scary.. smile tilt your head and walk away with out sayin’ a word.. do it for the rest of us… scary people =) be proud of your ‘dark’ side

Use Me

Come use me again.
Don’t you know I love it?
Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow,
Then leave me till you want it again.

CHORUS
Fucking use me.
You know you wan to.
To you, I’m just a toy,
Your toy.
Your fucking whore.
END CHORUS

I can’t complain too much,
Down on my knees in front of you.
Can’t say I hate it.
With you dick shoved down my throat.

Come on, use me again.
Fuck me till it hurts.
‘Cuz you know I’ve got no feelings.

CHORUS

I’ve got no feelings.
‘Cuz you don’t see the tears.
Can’t hear me crying at night.
All you know, is that I want it.
All you hear , is me begging for it.

Come use me again.
Don’t you know I love it?
Fuck me till there’s no tomorrow,
Then leave me till you want it again.

CHORUS (2X OPTIONAL)

Come on and use me again.
You know I love it.
I’m your slut,
Your little whore.
Come on you bastard,
Fucking use me.

You piece of shit!
I fucking hate you!

END

author’s note: this song was written in collaboration with Danielle.

Apocalyptic Vision

The world’s ending mother fuckers.
Can’t you see that?
Look around at the hell we live in.
Minds changed, deranged
Bridges burned, hearts chained
Sould ravaged, damned
Tables turned, the fall of man
Happy memories of pasts we’ve forgotten
Fading to dust, icy like frost

There is no love,
Only lust
A drive for sex and drugs.
Adrenaline runs high.
Fist to fist, we fight each day.
Stalking our prey in the night.
Indecision kills no more.
A drop of blood falls to the floor.

What’s one more blood stain on my hands.
It means nothing in this empty land.
Razorblades pierce through skin.
Can’t you see it asshole?
It’s going to end.

Little boys turned into me,
Little girls become their whores.
Another man beats down my door.
Minds altered, drugs rule this world,
Lives destroyed, just look around.
Another soul lost to the void.
A heart is broken, babies die.
A victim of soft-spoken lies.

Poison injected, heroine and speed.
Darkness creeps, another mother softly weeps.
The body falls, a lesson learned.
And life is lost, court adjourned.
END SONG

author’s note this song was written in collaboration with Danielle.

My Gift

CHORUS
Burning embers in my hand
A passion that won’t always last.
My gift to you, my suicide
And every guilt free day after I die.
END CHORUS

I made you do this.
You begged for me to end my life,
Though not in so many words.
Outcast always into the shadows,
Forever watching the world around me turn.
My gift to you, my sacrifice.

CHORUS

Your love, like the fire raging
On the house next door
Could not last.
We were doomed to failure.
Beauty and her beast.

I’m sorry I had to hurt you.
Sorry I had to make you hate me.
But it was the only way.

I couldn’t leave with your love
Still on my mind.
I couldn’t leave with your hand
Still in mine.

Burning embers in my hand.
A passion forced to end.
My gift, a heart that beats solely for you.
My selfish gift, my suicide.

author’s note: this piece was created for the soul use of the band tears of pain.