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Monday 04 May 2009 - 12:07:42
k heres the final part of chapter 1

After what seemed like years, we released each other and the harlot demanded her pay for what was only a job to her, but a moment of passion and Intense emotion for me. I realised my pockets were bear, for corpses have no need for such trinkets and baubles. The girl knew this from my look of puzzled innocence showing on my face.

She retreated to the back of the alley, a crooked smile showing fully her ruby red lips, and then she was upon me Again, her mouth inches from my face.
“You are unable to pay? Then you are not entitled to this life you mortals cling onto so dearly.”
Suddenly the innocent girl I had loved moments earlier was now a thing of pure feline aggression, her eyes blazing a Deep Red, matching the colour of her lips. She leered at me, checking my face with her bloody eyes as she let Out a deep growl, how a dainty things such as her managed a roar of that Bestial aggression I still do not know.

After what seemed moments, yet was only a few minutes, she backed off Again this time her face showing puzzlement.
“I threaten to sever the connections you have with this world”, she spat Out the word “this” with such Venom, “yet you do not run, you just stand there awaiting your doom, without a trace of fear ebbing from your pores, no tears in your eyes and no scream bubbling in your throat. Just what kind of mortal are you”
“I am Gabriel and I am a man who no longer has any hopes and dreams, a man whose life has been taken over by a layer of Darkness and sorrow. I have nothing to Live for, so my dear succubus take my life and save me the trouble.”

Her eyes searched mine Again, the dark red, now more ruby then Emerald, glowed darkly as she contemplated my words. I watched awaiting my very own Kiss of death. A moment later it was granted to me, but death and Lilliana was not awaiting me on the other side. This vampyric entity had injected her toxin into my BloodStream, which was now circling around my body, touching every part of my soul, leaving nothing untainted.
Reaching an arm around me the demonette picked me up and whispered softly in my ear.
“If it is suffering you want then I can provide that yet I feel drawn to you, in more ways then any other as if god”, this word was spat Out to, “has plans for us together. I can’t replace your wife but I will replace the feelings that you think that you can no longer receive”

I was writhing around in Agony, my mind was playing scene after scene in my Head of my soul being hunted by Death atop his Shadow black Demon and his skeletal hunt. My limbs were on fire, each Nerve felt as though it had been plunged into an exploding star.

My new lover picked me up and carried me into The Darkness, so that our new life may begin, together, as one. The Mist swirled around us as we made our way into the pitch-black, star less night.

Wednesday 06 May 2009 - 14:12:14
Well, i must admit that i dont like the vampire-love-story for many reasons. And when i saw this in the begining i thought "oh, another one of those" .
 
But you have a special way of writing and you develop the story smoothly . So the reader can follow the story without getting lost in the middle. Also the details you use are enough but not too many to make the novel lose its point.
 
So, technicaly i guess it is great (in my opinion) but i still dont like vampire-love-stories 0  .Good job!

Wednesday 06 May 2009 - 15:37:05
thanks for your comments :D chapter 2 will be posted soon

Wednesday 06 May 2009 - 23:03:12
To dream
the impossible dream
to Fight
the unbeatable foe
to bear
with unbearable sorrow
to run
for the Brave and the gold
for the right
the unwritable wrong
to be
better far than you are
to drive
when your arms are to weary
to reach
an unreachable star

Oh is it so nice
to follow that star
no matter how bliss
no matter how far
you'll Fight for the right
with Out question of Heart
to be willing to march into heΙΙ
for the Heavenly cause
I know I know
if it only were true
to this glorious quest
then my Heart
will lay peaceful and kind
when I am layed to my rest
And the world
will be betting for years
and one man
sconred and covered in desguise
still strong
for this last time
to reach the unreachable star.
And the world
will be betting for years
oh that one man
will Uncover the stars
he is still strong
with this last time to worry
Trying to reach...
the unreachable star.....0

Friday 08 May 2009 - 00:14:17
prtylvr, nice stories, even though its not really poetry, I still like them.

You have some talent, keep on writing and I will keep reading.

I might of not said this earlier, but to be off topic, welcome to the SoM community!
Friday 08 May 2009 - 09:41:17
lol ty menstrual, was around ages ago and then had a HUGE break, just cant remember why :S

ok heres chapter 2, part 1

Chapter 2

Lucia

It must have been fated by the Unholy stars that I should marry Geoffrey, for what followed was surely intended by some Power below. Ever Since the shock of my wedding night, fevered dreams have crept into my Sleep in the coldest depths of night. Though snow wrapped the ground in its white shroud, and no fire warmed my hearth, I would cast off the roughly woven blanket, salted with my sweat. The dreams inspired terror....and something more: that undefined sensation of urgent longing, of gaping emptiness.

For my marriage had left me unfulfilled, both metaphorically and in actuality. Ah, yes, Geoffrey! So handsome, well-dressed and witty. So kind to take in his distant cousin Wilburn. The imposing house Lachrimae and its grounds, the respect of the inhabitants of Morrigan Isle, and his jovial nature masked his secret self, my nightmare. Even my father, who had imported wool to America through Geoffrey for several years, never saw anything amiss in him. "Such a perfect match for you, Lucia! Not one of the fellows in Lowell, or in all of Massachusetts, is his equal!"

The wool business had also guided me here, led like a sheep to the shearing shed. For Geoffrey had invited my father and me to stay a summer with HIM in England at Lachrimae. While impressing my father with his luxurious lifestyle, he had romanced me, and we were quickly married, just the day before my father returned to America.

Could I have known? I think not. No one else even suspected, so why should I have, so innocent was I then. I was ill-prepared for a proper marriage night anyway. My mother had died when I was an infant, and no other woman stepped in to fill this gap in my knowledge. Upon menarche, I had informed my father I was ill and he called the doctor. The doctor gave little explanation other than it was normal and monthly. A few of the village women had hinted at what I should expect the first night with Geoffrey, but what happened was far stranger than they could have imagined.

Late in the night, after the wedding festivities had ended, and the guests had departed, Geoffrey brought me to a tiny, meagrely-furnished room, a mere alcove, on the uppermost floor of Lachrimae. I stared at HIM in puzzlement; even with my small knowledge of such things, I knew this was not a proper place for a wedding night. He had brought with HIM my Trunk, which he had sloppily repacked himself, and bade me to don the appropriate clothes. He left then, saying he would return shortly. After he closed the door to the tiny room, a key turned in its lock. Had it not been for that, the lock, I would have thought this merely an odd dressing room.

Still a bit tipsy with champagne, I carefully removed my lacy wedding gown and its accoutrements. Seeing nowhere else to put them, I laid them on the small bed. Standing nude in the Pale Cold Moonlight that seeped in through the single window, I shivered as I reached for the rose silk of my special nightdress. I had just gotten it on when he returned. He looked me over, up and Down, his hand rubbing his Pale hair nearly colourless in the moonlight. "Right," he said, then turned his back and left the room, adding, "follow." I could not comprehend why he now seemed so Cold and unfriendly, after the affection he had shown during our courtship.

Tuesday 12 May 2009 - 13:45:19
final part of chap 2

I followed him. He led me to an ornate bed chamber, furnished with every comfort. Yes, a perfect marital space, except that "Cousin" Wilburn reposed in the massive bed. Thin gold hair drooping over his forehead, Willy lay on his side, his Head propped up in one hand. He was the first nude man my eyes had ever observed, and I looked Down, confused. Geoffrey ordered me to sit and indicated a dull green chair uncomfortably close to the bed. I obeyed. Geoffrey and Willy proceeded to give me a demonstration, a kind of education no girl or wife should ever witness. Each time I attempted to look away, Geoffrey or Willy would roughly turn my Head Again in their direction. Hours passed as I was forced to watch the men perform nightmarish acts upon each other. At the denouement, Geoffrey explained that Willy was all the wife he would ever need within the house, though he had need for a public wife, which was to be me. He further added that should I object, now or at any point in the future, to my role, he would let Willy take his pleasure with me in cruel ways.

That night he locked me in that tiny room, where I was left for Six weeks, with only a few hours free from it each day. My father left for America the next Morning, assured by Geoffrey that I truly needed my Sleep and could not see HIM off. I was Abandoned and alone.

I spent those weeks in utter Misery, in the blackest Abyss of despair. My cell held only my meagre bed and a shallow chest for my clothes. Aside from the locked door, its only other connection to the world of Humanity was the tall, narrow casement window, curtained in dusty threadbare cotton panels, once a rich cream colour, now faded by time to a ghostly near-white. Leaning over the sill of the window to look Out, what I could observe only added to my sense of helplessness. Below lay a terrace of hard, gray paving stones, too many feet below to hope to jump and still have enough bones intact to flee. Even the view begrudgingly yielded through the constricted opening gave no hint of promise of aid: around the terrace a dense wild Forest formed a picket as solid as an encircling wall, separating me further from the world beyond.

By day, I sat and looked Out that window, having no other diversion. The Forest was oddly barren of wildlife; no squirrels romped, no birds sung. I counted the paving stones in view. I created daydreams of rescue by knights. And I wept. I wept until I felt the tears would erode furrows in my cheeks. I wept until the salt of my tears crusted my eyes shut. I wept. Except at night, when I dreamed.

The eerie dreams began not a week after the wedding. At times, amorphous Scarlet and nebulous gray swirled in undefined patterns to the sound of liquid slowly dripping onto a stony surface. On other nights, a shadowy black being spoke whispery words which my ears heard, but my brain could not process. Its breath had a charred smell. The dreams held my future in Symbolic form, though I did not of course see that then.

Thursday 14 May 2009 - 01:51:43
^ Good stuff! Bravo!
Thursday 14 May 2009 - 11:41:05
thanks :D

k chapter 3: part 1 (note this is the final chapter ive written so far, school work is such a drag)

Chapter 3

Gabriel

As my mortal life had once ended so swiftly, my new life sprung upon me with immediate haste. The Darkness I awoke in swallowed me whole into its lustful sinful depths, never wanting to release me.

My eyes shot open, my body craving the crimson Elixir of life that now no longer flowed through my veins. I yearned to be free, to feast on flesh and Blood, but I could not break free of the shackles that kept me tied to this bed. I flexed my muscles, trying to unleash the new Inhuman strength that they now possessed. Straining to cast off these chains I tried one more time and then gave up all hope.
“There, there my sweet,” a soft sweet Voice crooned to me “you will soon be Unleashed unto the world, we have to wait for your mind to take control of your inner Demon so to speak”
I looked around and saw a woman, standing in the doorway a look of amusement painted across her face as she watched my futile efforts to Escape this room and feed for eternity. From her looks passers by would have said she was in her early 20s, yet I knew this was a lie. She was like me; a Demon, a vampyre.

Her name was Dianna, named after the goddess of the moon and stars, her features as radiant and beautiful as the name bespoke. Her hair long and black, hanging Down past her shoulders as straight as Razor blades, her eyes dark red, like Blood soaked rubies hung in a skeletal case. Those lips that I craved the attention of as red as rose petals, behind which were teeth as sharp but delicate as the very Thorns of the alluring rose that now stood before me. She skipped over to the side of my bed, which was my cage, and leaned her Head on my chest, as if to feel the warmth of my body that would never radiate Again, to listen to my Heart that would be forever still and cold.
“Soon we will leave this house and hunt, together, as a pack, Dianna whispered softly into my ear, “and I will teach you how to move, how to think and how to be, a vampire. We are the top of the food chain in this Desolate Wasteland barren of all pure beings with souls of Angel white.”
My fallen Angel lay atop me, her arms wrapped around my body, our two Cold, hard, unfeeling bodies merged together as one. I tried to hold Dianna but my arms were shackled Down hard to the sides of the bed. She noticed my movements and as gracefully as a feline she reached Down to either side of me and undid the chains holding me down.
“I have placed my Trust in your judgement here Gabriel, my darling, you can now easily overpower me and feast on mortal souls Until The End of times”
The predator within roared loudly for my brain to command this simple Action, the Thirst grew stronger and more potent but yet I remained still, my body only moving to wrap my arms around Dianna and hold her close while we kissed deeply.
“Yes, you are ready my love. We will venture Out when night takes the day, when the Danger of sunlight is raped by The Sweet touch of the Moonlight on our skin”

As night came about, and wolves howled Out in the dark forests on the mainland, we fled our prison cell and emerged into the misted streets of Inclementia, our own little island of love and death. We ran Down the streets, the grace that I had gained also astounded me as mist swirled around me and streetlights seemed to bend past my very form. We stopped outside the docklands, the waves crashing against the rotting wood frames of the piers and mooring areas.
"Your first lesson my sweet destroyer is to learn how to sense your Prey, but it is more difficult than just smelling a mortal and ravaging their flesh, you have to smell the impurities of their very soul. This is how I have hunted the last century and how I had been taught to hunt "
“Our laws permit the killing of mortals who have sinned and thrown their life away, so to speak we are the scavengers of tarnished souls. Take a deep breath in through your mouth then your nose and try to filter out any sins and misdoings that have been committed”
I took a step forwards and sucked in deeply through my mouth like Dianna had told me. It filled with the taste of salted sea air yet there was some other scent lurking in the midst of the salty, wet air, a strong smell trying in desperation to remain cloaked in the sea. It had the same taste as strong wine that has been fermenting over a long period of time.
As I released the air from my mouth, I drew another in through my nose, inhaling deep and hard. As soon as the air entered my nostrils, it hit me. The smell was now the more potent of the two scents in the air. It had a deep aroma, sweet and rich, a taste that I craved and lusted for, the beast inside growled in triumph as it savoured what was to come. For this new taste was that of mortal blood and as Dianna had said, this corrupted mortal was a lot more distinct than that of typical denizen of this badly used neighbourhood surrounding the decrepit dockyards.

Friday 15 May 2009 - 17:53:41
GREEK FYNNY POETRY
 
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