Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Final Post
Hey guys,
I'm deleting this blog, simply because i got a new one. I'll post the link as soon as i'm done working on it...
I'm deleting this blog, simply because i got a new one. I'll post the link as soon as i'm done working on it...
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
...Like OMG
hey people of earth...or mars...or jupiter...where ever you're from!
Can you believe the weekend is over?! It feels like it just started!
So, my weekend was pretty awesome...in the boring way...i didnt do ANYTHING! which is just the way i like it :D on saturday, i slept in, after staying up until almost 3 in the morning the night previously. today, my family and i went to church, and then we just chilled for the rest of the afternoon.
So, what did YOU do this weekend?! I'd love to know!!!!
xoxoxoxox
*Snooki*
Can you believe the weekend is over?! It feels like it just started!
So, my weekend was pretty awesome...in the boring way...i didnt do ANYTHING! which is just the way i like it :D on saturday, i slept in, after staying up until almost 3 in the morning the night previously. today, my family and i went to church, and then we just chilled for the rest of the afternoon.
So, what did YOU do this weekend?! I'd love to know!!!!
xoxoxoxox
*Snooki*
Saturday, April 10, 2010
The Cure....but not for what you think....
Alright ladies, here's the deal.
PMS allows girls to act, once a month, like a man does every day.
Anyone else agree with that statement? haha
PMS got you down? here's some ways to feel better/deal with it.
1. Eat Chocolate (forget the dieting and calorie counting. Chocolate is proven to boost your spirits and help you to feel better. Keep a stash of it at school (in your locker, backpack, ect, and in your room or somewhere in the house!)
2. Take warm baths! (Hot water is proven to help with cramps and relieve stress.)
3. Curl up on the couch with a good book and something warm to drink
4. One word ADVIL. Forget the Idprofin, it sucks. Advil works much better.
5. Don't eat salty foods...
6. Where sweatpants and t-shirts.
Now guys, If your girl is going through this, odds are she either isnt going to want you to know or she wont want to be anywhere near you. Be nice about it though, if you do know that its going on. Dont act like its all gross. GET OVER IT.
Here are some ways to help her feel better:
1. Give her lots of hugs and kisses!
2. Bring her chocolate. It'll make her feel better, i promise.
3. Be considerate. She probably isnt going to be wanting to mess around quite as much, i mean, honestly, she probably feels like freakin crap.
Thanks, hope this helps.
love always, Snooki
PMS allows girls to act, once a month, like a man does every day.
Anyone else agree with that statement? haha
PMS got you down? here's some ways to feel better/deal with it.
1. Eat Chocolate (forget the dieting and calorie counting. Chocolate is proven to boost your spirits and help you to feel better. Keep a stash of it at school (in your locker, backpack, ect, and in your room or somewhere in the house!)
2. Take warm baths! (Hot water is proven to help with cramps and relieve stress.)
3. Curl up on the couch with a good book and something warm to drink
4. One word ADVIL. Forget the Idprofin, it sucks. Advil works much better.
5. Don't eat salty foods...
6. Where sweatpants and t-shirts.
Now guys, If your girl is going through this, odds are she either isnt going to want you to know or she wont want to be anywhere near you. Be nice about it though, if you do know that its going on. Dont act like its all gross. GET OVER IT.
Here are some ways to help her feel better:
1. Give her lots of hugs and kisses!
2. Bring her chocolate. It'll make her feel better, i promise.
3. Be considerate. She probably isnt going to be wanting to mess around quite as much, i mean, honestly, she probably feels like freakin crap.
Thanks, hope this helps.
love always, Snooki
Snooki, Jwow, and Sammi Sweetheart
those of you who are my friends on facebook or are connected to me via yahho!mail, have probably seen the names Snooki, Jwow, and Sammi Sweetheart appearing randomly all over the place. So who are these people? Well...they're me, Ariel, and Sam of course! who else!
where did these nick names come frome?
Well, funny story there...see, im a big fan of jersy shore on mtv...so...yeah, if you watch(ed) that show, you know what im talkign about haha.
anyway, i hope everyone has an AWESOME weekend!!!!
love always
*snooki*
where did these nick names come frome?
Well, funny story there...see, im a big fan of jersy shore on mtv...so...yeah, if you watch(ed) that show, you know what im talkign about haha.
anyway, i hope everyone has an AWESOME weekend!!!!
love always
*snooki*
New One!!! Literally just finished writing it!
this one is dedicated to ryan, i love you.
"What would I do without you?" Brandon asked, kissing nicole softly on the forehead.
Nicole curled up closer to him and rested her head on his chest. She closed her eyes and brandon wrapped his arms tighter around her. She sighed contently and smiled.
Brandon waited.
“You would find someone better.” She eventually whispered.
“You’re wrong, you know.” Brandon murrmured, tracing the bare skin of nicole’s arm with his finger tips. “I would not live without you. I refuse to live in a world where you don’t exist.”
Nicole tilted her head up and kissed the base of Brandon’s jaw. He smiled. Nicole quickly pulled away and layed back in the tall green grass around where they were laying. She opened her eyes and looked up into the dark, star-lit sky above them.
Nicole couldn’t help the awe she felt everytime she and Brandon came here. Their spot near the lake was so beautiful, especially at night when the moon shone down brightly and reflected off the water, it gave everything a pale glow. The tall weeping-willow trees and white rose bushes only added to the beauty and mystery.
“It’s so beautiful here.” She finally said, breaking the still silence.
“Yeah, its nice I guess.” Brandon said indiferently, pulling Nicole ontop of him. “But I wouldn’t call it beautiful…not with you here in comparison.”
Nicole smiled and leaned down to kiss Brandon’s perfect lips. She closed her eyes again, and he closed his, and they lay there, kissing passionatly for a moment.
Nicole pulled away and opened her eyes. Brandon had yet to open his. She took advantage of the moment to take in every detail of his flawless face. Nicole couldn’t get over of perfect he was. His handsom, diamond shaped face was angular and balanced in every way. He had high cheek bones and full, soft lips. His dark brown hair blew gently in the cool breaze around them.
Nicole couldn’t help herself, she gently began to trace his face with her finger tips. Her feather-light touch moved over his cheek bones, under his eyes, over the bridge of his nose…and finally reached his lips. As her finger moved over them, Brandon’s lips parted, releasing a silent moan. His deep-set chocolate brown eyes flew open, and he looked up into the pretty face of his beloved.
Nicole’s blonde hair and gorgeous grey eyes shone silver in the moonlight, giving her heart-shaped face a radiant glow. Her eyes were rimmed by dark lashes, causing them to appear even brighter. Her lips were the perfect shade of pink.
He looked deeply into here eyes, and he was soon lost within their deapth. He held her closer to him.
“I love you.” He whispered.
In response, Nicole leaned in and kissed him. And they continued to kiss softly, holding eachother, in the moonlight as the world stood in place.
"What would I do without you?" Brandon asked, kissing nicole softly on the forehead.
Nicole curled up closer to him and rested her head on his chest. She closed her eyes and brandon wrapped his arms tighter around her. She sighed contently and smiled.
Brandon waited.
“You would find someone better.” She eventually whispered.
“You’re wrong, you know.” Brandon murrmured, tracing the bare skin of nicole’s arm with his finger tips. “I would not live without you. I refuse to live in a world where you don’t exist.”
Nicole tilted her head up and kissed the base of Brandon’s jaw. He smiled. Nicole quickly pulled away and layed back in the tall green grass around where they were laying. She opened her eyes and looked up into the dark, star-lit sky above them.
Nicole couldn’t help the awe she felt everytime she and Brandon came here. Their spot near the lake was so beautiful, especially at night when the moon shone down brightly and reflected off the water, it gave everything a pale glow. The tall weeping-willow trees and white rose bushes only added to the beauty and mystery.
“It’s so beautiful here.” She finally said, breaking the still silence.
“Yeah, its nice I guess.” Brandon said indiferently, pulling Nicole ontop of him. “But I wouldn’t call it beautiful…not with you here in comparison.”
Nicole smiled and leaned down to kiss Brandon’s perfect lips. She closed her eyes again, and he closed his, and they lay there, kissing passionatly for a moment.
Nicole pulled away and opened her eyes. Brandon had yet to open his. She took advantage of the moment to take in every detail of his flawless face. Nicole couldn’t get over of perfect he was. His handsom, diamond shaped face was angular and balanced in every way. He had high cheek bones and full, soft lips. His dark brown hair blew gently in the cool breaze around them.
Nicole couldn’t help herself, she gently began to trace his face with her finger tips. Her feather-light touch moved over his cheek bones, under his eyes, over the bridge of his nose…and finally reached his lips. As her finger moved over them, Brandon’s lips parted, releasing a silent moan. His deep-set chocolate brown eyes flew open, and he looked up into the pretty face of his beloved.
Nicole’s blonde hair and gorgeous grey eyes shone silver in the moonlight, giving her heart-shaped face a radiant glow. Her eyes were rimmed by dark lashes, causing them to appear even brighter. Her lips were the perfect shade of pink.
He looked deeply into here eyes, and he was soon lost within their deapth. He held her closer to him.
“I love you.” He whispered.
In response, Nicole leaned in and kissed him. And they continued to kiss softly, holding eachother, in the moonlight as the world stood in place.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Posting!!!!!
ok...this is the last thing i'm posting tonight...I think...I make no promises!!!!!
I'm freakin worried as heck!!!!
So you all know about the "roger wants to commit suicide" thing...well, as i said earlier i talked him out of it...i think. I was on the phone with him all night, i couldnt bare to leave him. It broke my heart when he told me what he was going to do. For those of you who dont know, Roger and i went out a while back, and we've stayed in touch...he's one of my best friends...i love him to death.
So last night, he tested me saying that he was done with everything. I texted him back imidiatly. I told him that i couldnt bare to lose him. not now. not ever. all he said was goodbye. i called him. i begged. i cried. it took me 45minutes to convince him to wait, and another hour to convince him not to do it. he promised he wouldnt, but i smartly stayed on the phone with him anyway. i think we were up until about four in the morning.
So then this morning when i finally dragged myself out of bed (i felt like i had a freakin hangover -yeah, i know what those feel like - ) i texted him...and he still hasnt texted me back...im worried....
I'm freakin worried as heck!!!!
So you all know about the "roger wants to commit suicide" thing...well, as i said earlier i talked him out of it...i think. I was on the phone with him all night, i couldnt bare to leave him. It broke my heart when he told me what he was going to do. For those of you who dont know, Roger and i went out a while back, and we've stayed in touch...he's one of my best friends...i love him to death.
So last night, he tested me saying that he was done with everything. I texted him back imidiatly. I told him that i couldnt bare to lose him. not now. not ever. all he said was goodbye. i called him. i begged. i cried. it took me 45minutes to convince him to wait, and another hour to convince him not to do it. he promised he wouldnt, but i smartly stayed on the phone with him anyway. i think we were up until about four in the morning.
So then this morning when i finally dragged myself out of bed (i felt like i had a freakin hangover -yeah, i know what those feel like - ) i texted him...and he still hasnt texted me back...im worried....
I Love Him!
Yeah...I'm posting again!
So, im still on facebook...and im still talking to my boyfriend!
with every convorsation, every laugh, that we share, i fall in love with him even more <3
So, im still on facebook...and im still talking to my boyfriend!
with every convorsation, every laugh, that we share, i fall in love with him even more <3
Utter RaNdOmNeSs
OMG! So I found this peice of FLAIR on Facebook, here's what it says:
I'm sarcastic and I have a badass attitude.
It's a natural defence against:
-Drama
-Bullshit
-And Stupidity
Haha! That is so me! I love the Sarcasm Flair on Facebook!!!!!!
I'm sarcastic and I have a badass attitude.
It's a natural defence against:
-Drama
-Bullshit
-And Stupidity
Haha! That is so me! I love the Sarcasm Flair on Facebook!!!!!!
What the-What the-What the Heck?
Today has been interesting....it all started at about...oh...12:30 this morning. My friend Roger (he's in every way my big brother), texts me, and says "Emma, im done. This is it." He wanted to kill himself. I was scared to death. He and I spent about an hour arguing over why he shouldnt do it. Suicide is no joking matter, believe me.
For the time being everything is well. He is SUPPOSED to be with his parents...
Pretty much chilled out today...you know, once the sun came out. Watched New Moon, ate some cake...it was fun.
I just finished up some homework, so i'm all set for school tomorrow! yay!
So, right now I'm on facebook. I'm talking to my boyfriend, who just got home from school. I love talking to him!!!!
I hope everyone has a great night! Love you all!
For the time being everything is well. He is SUPPOSED to be with his parents...
Pretty much chilled out today...you know, once the sun came out. Watched New Moon, ate some cake...it was fun.
I just finished up some homework, so i'm all set for school tomorrow! yay!
So, right now I'm on facebook. I'm talking to my boyfriend, who just got home from school. I love talking to him!!!!
I hope everyone has a great night! Love you all!
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Excerpt Nine?
This is dedicated to all of you who have been there for me through the pain and depression. Thank you all so much for your love and comfort, you have no idea how much it means to me.
Defonatly one of the darker peices of my work.
Hold her closer. Protect her from herself. In her darkest hour, she knows not what is happening to or around her. In doing so much for him she has torn herself apart; sapping away his pain, sacrificing her happiness for him. She loved him as she has loved no one else; as you love her, she loved him. And now she is alone, she can trust no one. She needs you. Needs you like the air she breathes, like she needs the sun that lights up her pretty face.
Defonatly one of the darker peices of my work.
Hold her closer. Protect her from herself. In her darkest hour, she knows not what is happening to or around her. In doing so much for him she has torn herself apart; sapping away his pain, sacrificing her happiness for him. She loved him as she has loved no one else; as you love her, she loved him. And now she is alone, she can trust no one. She needs you. Needs you like the air she breathes, like she needs the sun that lights up her pretty face.
Excerpt 8
To Cameron. You inspire me so much. Thanks, for once again, inspiring something great.
This is by far, one of the best.
Rain. Cold and wet agaisnt her pale face. Freezing. It stings her skin, bitting, like a million tiny needles. Soothing. A flash of lightning, a crash of thunder; deffoning her to the pain, to the shouting of voices in her head.
Why? Why did this happen? It just doesnt make sense.
Pounding. She places her hand against her neck. She can feel the blood pulsing through her veins. A steady rythem, slightly more escelerated then normal.
She takes off. Sprinting through the grassy feilds. Leaping the wide, rushing, silver water of the river. Seeming to dance through the forest.
Crying. Without thinking about it, she comes to an abrupt halt infront of a large, weeping willow tree. He vision is clouded.
Why? She wonders, shock crossing her beautiful and pain-stricken face.
Slowly, she raises a finger, catching a drop of warm moisture that is runnig down her cheek. She watches, as it slides down her slender figer and onto the forest floor.
"How could I have-" She is cut off mid-thought by the sounds of fast-approaching footsteps. She paused, listening as the footfalls slowed...though they did not stop.
She could feel her body tensing up. She wanted to run, but the instinct to turn and defend her back was strong. She gave into it.
She could feel something building in her chest, could feel her lips pulling up over her sharp, perfect white teeth to realease the silent hiss that had gradually built up in her throught. She watched as the man she loved approached her, arms wide open in a cautious gesture.
Cam. Abadon, Angel of Destruction.
Tipical, that the one she had been running from would be the one to chase after her.
"Why did you follow me?!" She snarled at him. She stumbled backward, shocked by how hostile her voice sounded. She couldnt help the smugness she felt soon after, because of the fear that crossed Cam's face. He was wise to fear her, she was, after all, Asraiel, Angel of Death.
In no less then a second, he was right in front of her. She could feel the heat radiating off of his muscular body. He leaned down so that his face was level with hers.
He whispered, "Because I love you."
Cam leaned down further, pressing his ice-cold lips to her neck and taking her small hand in his.
Asraiel turned from him, pulling away.
"You never loved me." She murmmured, sighing as she crossed her amrs over her chest, turning her back on him completley.
He placed his hand on her shoulder in a feeble attempt to turn her around to face him. She shrugged him off.
"Go away Cam," She whispered. She wouldnt turn to look at him; she couldnt let her see her cry.
He gently wrapped his strong arms around her.
"I said, GO AWAY!!!" Asriel growled. She turned, placed her hands on his chest, and shoved him away from her with all the strength she could muster. "GO!!" She yelled, her eyes begining to overflow with fresh, hot tears.
As if taking her own advice, she turned and ran.
"Asraiel!!!" Cam yelled, taking off after her.
"Leave me alone!" She moaned in response. She knew he could here her despite the distance between them. He did, afterall, have extremely sensitive hearing like her own.
Cam ran harder, gaining speed ant quickly catching up to her.
"What the heck?!" Asraiel thought.
She pushed herself to go faster. She could feel her muscles screaming in prostes, but she didnt care. She kept going, sprinting through the woods as fast as she could.
Asraiel didn't see the cliff edge until she's already run past it. She screamed as her arms and legs thrashed through the air, seaching for something, anything, to grasp ahold of. They found nothing.
She forced herself to relax. Asraiel closed her eyes, and let herself fall. She faught the erge to scream again as she felt the wind rushed passed her, blowing her long blonde hair high above her head.
She knew that she shouldnt be affraid, it wasnt like this fall could kill her or anything. She sighed. If only dying could be this easy.
She manuvered her body into a diving position, hitting the clear blue, ice cold water below her perfectly. She quickly swam to the shore a few yards away. Once she reached it, she lay apon the sand, gasping for breath.
Asraiel had always been affraid of falling back when she had been human. And even now, as a Blue Blood, falling still chilled her to the bone.
Much like their Vampire cousins, Blue Bloods were practically invincible. Things such as heights and falling shouldnt be feared. And yet...
Asraiel jumped at the sound of something heavy hitting the water across from her.
He just doesnt give up, does he! she thought.
Before Asraiel could even turn to run, Cam takled her. She groaned as her head slammed painfully against the ground.
"Get. Off. Of. Me." Asraiel growled, clenching her hands into fists at her side and trying to sit up.
"No." Cam said, pushing her back down to the ground again with so much force it hurt. "Not until you promise to listen to me."
"I'm not going to listen to you. Not ever agai-"
Cam pressed his lips to hers. His kiss was pleading. Cam's lips were hard against hers, almost demanding her to kiss him back. Asraiel couldn't help her reaction. She pulled him closer to her, wrapping her arms around his neck. Cam let her sit up, and then pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms securly around her waist.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "please let me explain." he begged. "please".
Asraiel burried her face in Cam's shoulder, fighting off tears. She would not let him see her cry.
Cam silently waited for her to say something, anything.
"What's to explain?" Asraiel whispered after a moment. "You love her, cam."
"What? I - " Cam started
"I saw you kiss schuyler (pronounced skyler). I saw the way you were holding her, the way she sighed your name."
Cam sighed.
"It ripped my heart out." Asraiel sobbed.
"I'm sorry." Cam whispered, as he kissed her forhead and rested his chin on her soaking-wet blonde hair. "Forgive me. I promise, no, i swear, i'll never, ever, hurt you again."
Asraiel snorted, "Ha! Right. Isn't that what you said the last time this happened? I'm sick of it, sick of the lies, Cam. I'm done. I'm done with love, and I'm done with you."
She stood. Cam took her hand before she could escape again, and he rose to his feet.
"please, dont do this." He murmmured.
"Let me go Cam." Asraiel whisperd as she kissed his cheek.
Cam dropped her hand. Asraiel turned, and ran.
This is by far, one of the best.
Rain. Cold and wet agaisnt her pale face. Freezing. It stings her skin, bitting, like a million tiny needles. Soothing. A flash of lightning, a crash of thunder; deffoning her to the pain, to the shouting of voices in her head.
Why? Why did this happen? It just doesnt make sense.
Pounding. She places her hand against her neck. She can feel the blood pulsing through her veins. A steady rythem, slightly more escelerated then normal.
She takes off. Sprinting through the grassy feilds. Leaping the wide, rushing, silver water of the river. Seeming to dance through the forest.
Crying. Without thinking about it, she comes to an abrupt halt infront of a large, weeping willow tree. He vision is clouded.
Why? She wonders, shock crossing her beautiful and pain-stricken face.
Slowly, she raises a finger, catching a drop of warm moisture that is runnig down her cheek. She watches, as it slides down her slender figer and onto the forest floor.
"How could I have-" She is cut off mid-thought by the sounds of fast-approaching footsteps. She paused, listening as the footfalls slowed...though they did not stop.
She could feel her body tensing up. She wanted to run, but the instinct to turn and defend her back was strong. She gave into it.
She could feel something building in her chest, could feel her lips pulling up over her sharp, perfect white teeth to realease the silent hiss that had gradually built up in her throught. She watched as the man she loved approached her, arms wide open in a cautious gesture.
Cam. Abadon, Angel of Destruction.
Tipical, that the one she had been running from would be the one to chase after her.
"Why did you follow me?!" She snarled at him. She stumbled backward, shocked by how hostile her voice sounded. She couldnt help the smugness she felt soon after, because of the fear that crossed Cam's face. He was wise to fear her, she was, after all, Asraiel, Angel of Death.
In no less then a second, he was right in front of her. She could feel the heat radiating off of his muscular body. He leaned down so that his face was level with hers.
He whispered, "Because I love you."
Cam leaned down further, pressing his ice-cold lips to her neck and taking her small hand in his.
Asraiel turned from him, pulling away.
"You never loved me." She murmmured, sighing as she crossed her amrs over her chest, turning her back on him completley.
He placed his hand on her shoulder in a feeble attempt to turn her around to face him. She shrugged him off.
"Go away Cam," She whispered. She wouldnt turn to look at him; she couldnt let her see her cry.
He gently wrapped his strong arms around her.
"I said, GO AWAY!!!" Asriel growled. She turned, placed her hands on his chest, and shoved him away from her with all the strength she could muster. "GO!!" She yelled, her eyes begining to overflow with fresh, hot tears.
As if taking her own advice, she turned and ran.
"Asraiel!!!" Cam yelled, taking off after her.
"Leave me alone!" She moaned in response. She knew he could here her despite the distance between them. He did, afterall, have extremely sensitive hearing like her own.
Cam ran harder, gaining speed ant quickly catching up to her.
"What the heck?!" Asraiel thought.
She pushed herself to go faster. She could feel her muscles screaming in prostes, but she didnt care. She kept going, sprinting through the woods as fast as she could.
Asraiel didn't see the cliff edge until she's already run past it. She screamed as her arms and legs thrashed through the air, seaching for something, anything, to grasp ahold of. They found nothing.
She forced herself to relax. Asraiel closed her eyes, and let herself fall. She faught the erge to scream again as she felt the wind rushed passed her, blowing her long blonde hair high above her head.
She knew that she shouldnt be affraid, it wasnt like this fall could kill her or anything. She sighed. If only dying could be this easy.
She manuvered her body into a diving position, hitting the clear blue, ice cold water below her perfectly. She quickly swam to the shore a few yards away. Once she reached it, she lay apon the sand, gasping for breath.
Asraiel had always been affraid of falling back when she had been human. And even now, as a Blue Blood, falling still chilled her to the bone.
Much like their Vampire cousins, Blue Bloods were practically invincible. Things such as heights and falling shouldnt be feared. And yet...
Asraiel jumped at the sound of something heavy hitting the water across from her.
He just doesnt give up, does he! she thought.
Before Asraiel could even turn to run, Cam takled her. She groaned as her head slammed painfully against the ground.
"Get. Off. Of. Me." Asraiel growled, clenching her hands into fists at her side and trying to sit up.
"No." Cam said, pushing her back down to the ground again with so much force it hurt. "Not until you promise to listen to me."
"I'm not going to listen to you. Not ever agai-"
Cam pressed his lips to hers. His kiss was pleading. Cam's lips were hard against hers, almost demanding her to kiss him back. Asraiel couldn't help her reaction. She pulled him closer to her, wrapping her arms around his neck. Cam let her sit up, and then pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms securly around her waist.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "please let me explain." he begged. "please".
Asraiel burried her face in Cam's shoulder, fighting off tears. She would not let him see her cry.
Cam silently waited for her to say something, anything.
"What's to explain?" Asraiel whispered after a moment. "You love her, cam."
"What? I - " Cam started
"I saw you kiss schuyler (pronounced skyler). I saw the way you were holding her, the way she sighed your name."
Cam sighed.
"It ripped my heart out." Asraiel sobbed.
"I'm sorry." Cam whispered, as he kissed her forhead and rested his chin on her soaking-wet blonde hair. "Forgive me. I promise, no, i swear, i'll never, ever, hurt you again."
Asraiel snorted, "Ha! Right. Isn't that what you said the last time this happened? I'm sick of it, sick of the lies, Cam. I'm done. I'm done with love, and I'm done with you."
She stood. Cam took her hand before she could escape again, and he rose to his feet.
"please, dont do this." He murmmured.
"Let me go Cam." Asraiel whisperd as she kissed his cheek.
Cam dropped her hand. Asraiel turned, and ran.
Excerpt Seven
This is dedicated, and written for, Ryan.
Midnight eyes. That's what he had. They were black and sparkling like onyx in the sunlight. Beautiful.
They were deep like the ocean. One might get lost in their depth.
Filled with passion, secrets. They say the eyes are windows to the soul. Which they were, though his were tinted; one might see out with ease, though seeing in was done with difficulty.
His lips. Sweet. Smooth like satin or velvet. Hard and demanding against hers.
He was warm. So warm. He gave her goosebumps where his fingertips touched the cool skin of her neck.
Midnight eyes. That's what he had. They were black and sparkling like onyx in the sunlight. Beautiful.
They were deep like the ocean. One might get lost in their depth.
Filled with passion, secrets. They say the eyes are windows to the soul. Which they were, though his were tinted; one might see out with ease, though seeing in was done with difficulty.
His lips. Sweet. Smooth like satin or velvet. Hard and demanding against hers.
He was warm. So warm. He gave her goosebumps where his fingertips touched the cool skin of her neck.
Excerpt Six
..."please dont hate me dylan." Nadia sighed, turning from him and burrying her face in her hands.
"I could never hate you!" Dylan whispered, wrapping his arms around Nadia's waist. She turned to him, but burried her face in his neck. "You're my angel."
Nadia could feel Dylan's hand stroking her hair, could feel his lips pressing against her forehead. It felt so good. She regreted what would happen next; what she was about to do.
She took a deep breath, taking in his fragrent, mouth-watering scent. Her thirst abruptly became unbearable. She felt the monster that she really was rage inside her. Take him! It roared.
"My precious, precious angel." Dylan continued to murrmer.
Nadia chuckled. "Hardley." She murrmured against his neck. She let her fangs extend within her mouth, their points softley touched Dylan's skin.
He screamed. Nadia sank her fangs into him.
"Pitty." She said when she was finished. She released Dylan's body, letting it slump to the floor.
Nadia crossed the room in one graceful bound. She threw open the windows and dissappeared into the stil black night.
"I could never hate you!" Dylan whispered, wrapping his arms around Nadia's waist. She turned to him, but burried her face in his neck. "You're my angel."
Nadia could feel Dylan's hand stroking her hair, could feel his lips pressing against her forehead. It felt so good. She regreted what would happen next; what she was about to do.
She took a deep breath, taking in his fragrent, mouth-watering scent. Her thirst abruptly became unbearable. She felt the monster that she really was rage inside her. Take him! It roared.
"My precious, precious angel." Dylan continued to murrmer.
Nadia chuckled. "Hardley." She murrmured against his neck. She let her fangs extend within her mouth, their points softley touched Dylan's skin.
He screamed. Nadia sank her fangs into him.
"Pitty." She said when she was finished. She released Dylan's body, letting it slump to the floor.
Nadia crossed the room in one graceful bound. She threw open the windows and dissappeared into the stil black night.
The Storm
To Mike.
Darkness, creeping to the door
A storm is coming, rain will pour
Lighting strikes, thunder booms
A storm is coming for me and you
It will take me away from you
Or you from me
Trying to tell us
It cannot be
Darkness creeping toward the door
A storm is coming, rain will pour
Lighting strikes, thunder booms
The end is coming for me and you
Cold rain hits my face
Cruel wind blows my hair
You are gone
Our love can never be
You were pretending
You never loved me
Darkness is creeping toward the door
Sorrow is coming, tears will pour
Hearts will break, screams will come too
This is the end
Of me and you
Darkness, creeping to the door
A storm is coming, rain will pour
Lighting strikes, thunder booms
A storm is coming for me and you
It will take me away from you
Or you from me
Trying to tell us
It cannot be
Darkness creeping toward the door
A storm is coming, rain will pour
Lighting strikes, thunder booms
The end is coming for me and you
Cold rain hits my face
Cruel wind blows my hair
You are gone
Our love can never be
You were pretending
You never loved me
Darkness is creeping toward the door
Sorrow is coming, tears will pour
Hearts will break, screams will come too
This is the end
Of me and you
Why
This poem is dedicated to my loving mother, jill. R.I.P mom
Why did you take her
When you knew she was mine
Will there be hate
Sadness for all time
How long will the pain last
The sorrow live on
Can the happiness return
Even though she’s gone
Why
That’s all I ask
Please tell me why
Why do we hate
Why do we lie
Why do we kill
Why do we cry
Why
That’s all I ask
Please, just tell me why
Why did you take her
When you knew she was mine
Will there be hate
Sadness for all time
How long will the pain last
The sorrow live on
Can the happiness return
Even though she’s gone
Why
That’s all I ask
Please tell me why
Why do we hate
Why do we lie
Why do we kill
Why do we cry
Why
That’s all I ask
Please, just tell me why
Ashes To Ashes
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
We all fall down
She’ll never let you see her cry
But though you don’t know it,
You watch her die
Little by little
She fades away
Soon she’ll be happy
But not today
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
We all fall down
No one can see
The hurt in her eyes
The pain that you cause
And cannot deny
Though she wont tell you
You’ve torn her apart
Rejected her love
And broken her heart
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
We all fall down
Dust to dust
We all fall down
She’ll never let you see her cry
But though you don’t know it,
You watch her die
Little by little
She fades away
Soon she’ll be happy
But not today
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
We all fall down
No one can see
The hurt in her eyes
The pain that you cause
And cannot deny
Though she wont tell you
You’ve torn her apart
Rejected her love
And broken her heart
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
We all fall down
Excerpt Five
…Emily turned her head, causing Zach’s lips to kiss her cheek instead of her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” He murmured against her skin.
“Nothing.” Emily sighed.
“You scared?” Zach whispered.
“No I-” She replied, looking down at her feet.
Zach cupped his hands gently around her heart-shaped face. He lifted Emily’s face up and pressed his forehead against hers, looking her in the eye.
“It’s ok. You don’t need to be afraid. When you want to stop, we’ll stop.” He said, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
Emily closed her eyes and Zach leaned in to press his lips to hers again. She kissed him back, their lips shaping around each others. Zach moved closer to her, pressing his body to hers and wrapping his arms around her slender waist. Emily lifted her arms from where they hung by her sides, placing one hand on his broad shoulder. The other she placed on his neck. Emily felt Zach’s pulse quicken at her touch.
Before she knew it, Zach’s tongue was in her mouth. Emily paused for only a moment. This was new. She didn’t know whether to pull away or not. She let instinct take over. It was easier then she thought it would be.
Zach chuckled, pulling away for a moment. “I’ll be right back,” He said, kissing her forehead.
Emily watched him walk away, then turned back to “cleaning” her locker.
Holy Shit! She thought as she gasped for breath. That was…incredible!
She didn’t hear Zach come back, so she jumped ever-so-slightly when he wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her against him.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered. His cool breath sent chills up Emily’s spine. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Emily smiled and leaned up against him.
Zach lifted his right hand from where it lay upon her waist, and placed it over her heart. He could feel her heart beating. Its rhythm was fast, almost as though she had just run a marathon.
“Your heart beats so fast.” He whispered. “Listen to it run.”
Emily turned her head to kiss his cheek.
“It only beats for you.” She murmured.
Zach smiled and Emily turned around. He kissed her passionately for one brief moment – though to Emily it felt like a lifetime – and then hugged her tightly. His large hands rested on the small of her back and around her shoulders.
Emily sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. This was her happy place, here in his arms. She inhaled deeply, breathing in his sweet, woodsy scent.
She could taste him on her tongue. It was such a lovely taste. Emily smiled, wishing she could stay in his arms forever.
Click-Clack Click-Clack
Footsteps.
“Shit.” They whispered in unison.
Zach released Emily from his hug and quickly stepped away from her; going back about his own business.
“Hey Laura.” Emily smiled, turning to wiggle her fingers at the after-school teacher.
“How’s Mitch?” Zach laughed.
Laura rolled her eyes. “What are you two doing? You know you’re not supposed to be back here…”
“I’m just cleaning my locker.” Emily said, taking a random piece of paper from her locker and waving it around. “You wouldn’t believe some of the crap I’ve got in here.”
Laura looked at Zach. “And you?”
“I’m looking for something.” He mumbled.
Laura rolled her eyes. “Mhmm, sure.” But then she turned and left, hurrying back to her desk in the office.
Zach and Emily sighed in relief when Laura left.
“That was…” Zach started.
“Close” Emily finished.
“Yeah” They both said, laughing.
“I should go…” Zach said.
“Awe” Emily pouted, giving him her irresistible puppy-dog face.
Zach chuckled, scooping her up in his arms and swinging her around. Emily laughed as quietly as she could. She wrapped her arms tightly around Zach’s neck, and her legs she wrapped securely around his waist. She winked at him. Zach wiggled his eyebrows, and that just made them laugh harder.
Zach turned around so that Emily’s back was up against the lockers. He softly pressed his lips to the base of her jaw before he kissed her mouth. He Frenched her for a moment before spinning her around again and putting her down.
Zach softly kissed her forehead.
“Bye” Emily whispered. She turned from him to finish with her locker.
As Zach walked off, he smacked Emily’s butt and smirked at her when she turned around to glare at him.
“What’s wrong?” He murmured against her skin.
“Nothing.” Emily sighed.
“You scared?” Zach whispered.
“No I-” She replied, looking down at her feet.
Zach cupped his hands gently around her heart-shaped face. He lifted Emily’s face up and pressed his forehead against hers, looking her in the eye.
“It’s ok. You don’t need to be afraid. When you want to stop, we’ll stop.” He said, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
Emily closed her eyes and Zach leaned in to press his lips to hers again. She kissed him back, their lips shaping around each others. Zach moved closer to her, pressing his body to hers and wrapping his arms around her slender waist. Emily lifted her arms from where they hung by her sides, placing one hand on his broad shoulder. The other she placed on his neck. Emily felt Zach’s pulse quicken at her touch.
Before she knew it, Zach’s tongue was in her mouth. Emily paused for only a moment. This was new. She didn’t know whether to pull away or not. She let instinct take over. It was easier then she thought it would be.
Zach chuckled, pulling away for a moment. “I’ll be right back,” He said, kissing her forehead.
Emily watched him walk away, then turned back to “cleaning” her locker.
Holy Shit! She thought as she gasped for breath. That was…incredible!
She didn’t hear Zach come back, so she jumped ever-so-slightly when he wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her against him.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered. His cool breath sent chills up Emily’s spine. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Emily smiled and leaned up against him.
Zach lifted his right hand from where it lay upon her waist, and placed it over her heart. He could feel her heart beating. Its rhythm was fast, almost as though she had just run a marathon.
“Your heart beats so fast.” He whispered. “Listen to it run.”
Emily turned her head to kiss his cheek.
“It only beats for you.” She murmured.
Zach smiled and Emily turned around. He kissed her passionately for one brief moment – though to Emily it felt like a lifetime – and then hugged her tightly. His large hands rested on the small of her back and around her shoulders.
Emily sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. This was her happy place, here in his arms. She inhaled deeply, breathing in his sweet, woodsy scent.
She could taste him on her tongue. It was such a lovely taste. Emily smiled, wishing she could stay in his arms forever.
Click-Clack Click-Clack
Footsteps.
“Shit.” They whispered in unison.
Zach released Emily from his hug and quickly stepped away from her; going back about his own business.
“Hey Laura.” Emily smiled, turning to wiggle her fingers at the after-school teacher.
“How’s Mitch?” Zach laughed.
Laura rolled her eyes. “What are you two doing? You know you’re not supposed to be back here…”
“I’m just cleaning my locker.” Emily said, taking a random piece of paper from her locker and waving it around. “You wouldn’t believe some of the crap I’ve got in here.”
Laura looked at Zach. “And you?”
“I’m looking for something.” He mumbled.
Laura rolled her eyes. “Mhmm, sure.” But then she turned and left, hurrying back to her desk in the office.
Zach and Emily sighed in relief when Laura left.
“That was…” Zach started.
“Close” Emily finished.
“Yeah” They both said, laughing.
“I should go…” Zach said.
“Awe” Emily pouted, giving him her irresistible puppy-dog face.
Zach chuckled, scooping her up in his arms and swinging her around. Emily laughed as quietly as she could. She wrapped her arms tightly around Zach’s neck, and her legs she wrapped securely around his waist. She winked at him. Zach wiggled his eyebrows, and that just made them laugh harder.
Zach turned around so that Emily’s back was up against the lockers. He softly pressed his lips to the base of her jaw before he kissed her mouth. He Frenched her for a moment before spinning her around again and putting her down.
Zach softly kissed her forehead.
“Bye” Emily whispered. She turned from him to finish with her locker.
As Zach walked off, he smacked Emily’s butt and smirked at her when she turned around to glare at him.
Excerpt...uh...Four...right?
Chapter one
“Kiss me.” She whispered as she looked up into his beautiful ocean colored eyes. She ran her hand from his cheek down to his neck and to his shoulder, giving him goose bumps where he finger-tips softly brushed over his skin. As she moved her hand down his arm, she could feel the muscles beneath the thin membrane of his skin, feel the steady pulse of blood through his veins. His harm was strong and toned; hard because of the tension rolling off of his body. She continued to trace down. When she reached his hand, she intertwined her fingers with his.
He lifted their hands up, placing them over his heart. She closed her eyes as he pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. He leaned down to kiss her full red lips. She kissed him back, shaping her mouth around his.
Kissing him was like nothing she had done before. His kisses were hot and passionate, but soft and tender. They were hard but gentle, pleading but demanding, all at the same time.
But he wasn’t hers. Not. He belonged to no one; a free man for the moment. She however, was not. She had a boyfriend. A boyfriend that wasn’t him, a boyfriend that could never know about her secret life. About her forbidden love for another man. For Cameron.
And then it ended. Another forbidden kiss with Cameron. Amanda turned from him with inhuman speed and began a brisk walk back to her English class.
She entered the room with a blank expression on her face; not uncommon, as she often kept her true emotions hidden from others. Very people knew the real Amanda, and that was how she preferred for it to be.
Amanda quickly approached Mrs. Fruh’s desk and turned in the assignment that she had retrieved from her locker only moments ago. She was careful to control her adrenaline filled body as she went to take her seat. Her boyfriend, Paul, watched her –as he always did- suspicious of nothing, for she was a good actress.
Amanda glanced up as Cameron came into the room. Their eyes met and he winked at her as he took his seat next to hers.
She looked down, hoping to hide the blush that colored her pale face.
Mrs. Fruh called the class to order. Amanda heard the faint tap of heavy paper landing on a hard surface. She glanced down at her desk and snatched up the nicely-folded note-card before Mrs. Fruh could see it.
The nice thing about sitting in the back of the classroom? No one pays much attention to you.
Amanda silently opened up the note.
wow. That was some kiss. Are you ok?
You look a little shaken…. –CY
She sighed and looked over at Cameron. He nodded.
Yeah, I’m fine. Just adrenaline.
Amanda wrote her quick reply, and tossed the note back to him. Then she went back to listening to Mrs. Fruh’s lecture.
Mrs. Fruh was discussing present and past perfect nouns. Nothing new, just review from last year.
Amanda heard the faint tap of paper again. She quickly picked up the note to read it.
Ha-ha. Ok. Love you Amy.
Amanda rolled her eyes and laughed to herself and she wrote her reply.
That’s bullshit Cam, and you
Know it.
She tossed the note back and heard Cameron snicker as he read what she wrote.
‘Tap’
yeah, you’re probably right. Lol.
She smiled and looked over at him.
“I usually am.” She whispered.
“Miss Brad,” said Mrs. Fruh.
Amanda looked to the front of the class, “Yes ma’am?”
“Do number 12, please.”
Amanda replied without even glancing down at her book.
“The adverb is was, and it’s past perfect.”
“Very good Miss. Brad.”
The bell rang. Amanda sighed and began packing her book-bag. She watched as two feet approached her. She glanced up into the handsome face of her boyfriend, Paul.
“Hey.” Amanda said, forcing a smile to her face.
Paul smiled back, took her hand to help her up, and lightly kissed her forehead.
“hi.” He replied, his lips moving against her skin.
Chapter 2
If only he knew! Amanda thought to herself as she and Paul strode, hand-in-hand, through the crowded hallways of South Hills High School. It’s probably best that he doesn’t though…for his sake. It would only tear him apart, and what with all the cutting his wrists have been through lately… no. This I’ll keep to myself.
He left her at her locker, pausing only to kiss her forehead again. Soon he’d be back to walk her to her next class.
Amanda opened her locker door, grabbed her history book, and turned to take a brief look at herself in the mirror.
She had never really thought pf herself to be pretty, just nice-looking in a completely average way.
Amanda had always been pale- shockingly so- with pale grey eyes and long black hair, which today was curled and hung down to her waist.
She wore a long-sleeved black cotton T-shirt with skinny jeans and converse. It was a normal outfit for her, as she very rarely wore colors- aside from the occasional red or purple- . her makeup was the same as always. A small amount of grey eye-shadow with a thin line of black eyeliner around her eyes; heavy mascara.
Amanda was not Goth, so don’t get the wrong impression of her. She simply liked to keep to herself.
Without thinking about it, she gently brushed her bangs behind her ear.
Amanda sighed as she softly ran her fingers over the black, oddly-shaped bruises on the left side of her face. She hated the marks. Hated them for being there, hated them for the person who had given them to her; hated them for making her special.
She allowed only a single tear to run down her cheek as she remembered the horrible night that she had received them only months ago.
When Amanda closed her locker door, so found Paul leaning against the locker next to hers. He gasped, and she could only imagine why. Paul gently placed his hand under Amanda’s chin and turned her face to the right. With his other hand, he softly traced his fingers over the bruises, being careful not to hurt her.
“What-?”
Amanda pulled away from his grasp and moved her bangs from behind her ear, replacing them over the left side of her face where they belonged, cutting him off before he could finish his question.
“Nothing.” She whispered, the tone of her voice kept him from pressing for more answers.
She smiled at him, standing on her toes, she leaned up and quickly pecked him on the lips.
Paul walked her to her AP History class, where he left her to go to the other end of the school for fourth-period physics.
Amanda sighed as she took her seat.
She closed her eyes and listened to the voices, both vocal and mental, around her. She found that by entering the minds of others, it became easier to drown out her own thoughts; it made life easier, if only for a short time.
Her newly intensified hearing allowed her to hear, not only the various voices in the classroom, but also the ones throughout the campus, along with every individual heartbeat and breath.
Of all the changes she had had to go through along with receiving the bruises, the hearing was one of her favorites. That, the sight, and of course, the speed. The beauty, however, she could live without.
“Kiss me.” She whispered as she looked up into his beautiful ocean colored eyes. She ran her hand from his cheek down to his neck and to his shoulder, giving him goose bumps where he finger-tips softly brushed over his skin. As she moved her hand down his arm, she could feel the muscles beneath the thin membrane of his skin, feel the steady pulse of blood through his veins. His harm was strong and toned; hard because of the tension rolling off of his body. She continued to trace down. When she reached his hand, she intertwined her fingers with his.
He lifted their hands up, placing them over his heart. She closed her eyes as he pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. He leaned down to kiss her full red lips. She kissed him back, shaping her mouth around his.
Kissing him was like nothing she had done before. His kisses were hot and passionate, but soft and tender. They were hard but gentle, pleading but demanding, all at the same time.
But he wasn’t hers. Not. He belonged to no one; a free man for the moment. She however, was not. She had a boyfriend. A boyfriend that wasn’t him, a boyfriend that could never know about her secret life. About her forbidden love for another man. For Cameron.
And then it ended. Another forbidden kiss with Cameron. Amanda turned from him with inhuman speed and began a brisk walk back to her English class.
She entered the room with a blank expression on her face; not uncommon, as she often kept her true emotions hidden from others. Very people knew the real Amanda, and that was how she preferred for it to be.
Amanda quickly approached Mrs. Fruh’s desk and turned in the assignment that she had retrieved from her locker only moments ago. She was careful to control her adrenaline filled body as she went to take her seat. Her boyfriend, Paul, watched her –as he always did- suspicious of nothing, for she was a good actress.
Amanda glanced up as Cameron came into the room. Their eyes met and he winked at her as he took his seat next to hers.
She looked down, hoping to hide the blush that colored her pale face.
Mrs. Fruh called the class to order. Amanda heard the faint tap of heavy paper landing on a hard surface. She glanced down at her desk and snatched up the nicely-folded note-card before Mrs. Fruh could see it.
The nice thing about sitting in the back of the classroom? No one pays much attention to you.
Amanda silently opened up the note.
wow. That was some kiss. Are you ok?
You look a little shaken…. –CY
She sighed and looked over at Cameron. He nodded.
Yeah, I’m fine. Just adrenaline.
Amanda wrote her quick reply, and tossed the note back to him. Then she went back to listening to Mrs. Fruh’s lecture.
Mrs. Fruh was discussing present and past perfect nouns. Nothing new, just review from last year.
Amanda heard the faint tap of paper again. She quickly picked up the note to read it.
Ha-ha. Ok. Love you Amy.
Amanda rolled her eyes and laughed to herself and she wrote her reply.
That’s bullshit Cam, and you
Know it.
She tossed the note back and heard Cameron snicker as he read what she wrote.
‘Tap’
yeah, you’re probably right. Lol.
She smiled and looked over at him.
“I usually am.” She whispered.
“Miss Brad,” said Mrs. Fruh.
Amanda looked to the front of the class, “Yes ma’am?”
“Do number 12, please.”
Amanda replied without even glancing down at her book.
“The adverb is was, and it’s past perfect.”
“Very good Miss. Brad.”
The bell rang. Amanda sighed and began packing her book-bag. She watched as two feet approached her. She glanced up into the handsome face of her boyfriend, Paul.
“Hey.” Amanda said, forcing a smile to her face.
Paul smiled back, took her hand to help her up, and lightly kissed her forehead.
“hi.” He replied, his lips moving against her skin.
Chapter 2
If only he knew! Amanda thought to herself as she and Paul strode, hand-in-hand, through the crowded hallways of South Hills High School. It’s probably best that he doesn’t though…for his sake. It would only tear him apart, and what with all the cutting his wrists have been through lately… no. This I’ll keep to myself.
He left her at her locker, pausing only to kiss her forehead again. Soon he’d be back to walk her to her next class.
Amanda opened her locker door, grabbed her history book, and turned to take a brief look at herself in the mirror.
She had never really thought pf herself to be pretty, just nice-looking in a completely average way.
Amanda had always been pale- shockingly so- with pale grey eyes and long black hair, which today was curled and hung down to her waist.
She wore a long-sleeved black cotton T-shirt with skinny jeans and converse. It was a normal outfit for her, as she very rarely wore colors- aside from the occasional red or purple- . her makeup was the same as always. A small amount of grey eye-shadow with a thin line of black eyeliner around her eyes; heavy mascara.
Amanda was not Goth, so don’t get the wrong impression of her. She simply liked to keep to herself.
Without thinking about it, she gently brushed her bangs behind her ear.
Amanda sighed as she softly ran her fingers over the black, oddly-shaped bruises on the left side of her face. She hated the marks. Hated them for being there, hated them for the person who had given them to her; hated them for making her special.
She allowed only a single tear to run down her cheek as she remembered the horrible night that she had received them only months ago.
When Amanda closed her locker door, so found Paul leaning against the locker next to hers. He gasped, and she could only imagine why. Paul gently placed his hand under Amanda’s chin and turned her face to the right. With his other hand, he softly traced his fingers over the bruises, being careful not to hurt her.
“What-?”
Amanda pulled away from his grasp and moved her bangs from behind her ear, replacing them over the left side of her face where they belonged, cutting him off before he could finish his question.
“Nothing.” She whispered, the tone of her voice kept him from pressing for more answers.
She smiled at him, standing on her toes, she leaned up and quickly pecked him on the lips.
Paul walked her to her AP History class, where he left her to go to the other end of the school for fourth-period physics.
Amanda sighed as she took her seat.
She closed her eyes and listened to the voices, both vocal and mental, around her. She found that by entering the minds of others, it became easier to drown out her own thoughts; it made life easier, if only for a short time.
Her newly intensified hearing allowed her to hear, not only the various voices in the classroom, but also the ones throughout the campus, along with every individual heartbeat and breath.
Of all the changes she had had to go through along with receiving the bruises, the hearing was one of her favorites. That, the sight, and of course, the speed. The beauty, however, she could live without.
Excerpt...Three
Jason had never seen someone as beautiful as she in his whole life.
She was pale, pale enough that she could have easily passed as a vampire, but there was a light shade of pink that colored her cheeks. Her eyes were a pale blue, fading to silver, and then to a deep gold around the edges of the iris. Her high cheekbones were easily balance out by her gorgeous full lips. Her long, dark –almost black- brown hair was curled neatly down to her thin waist.
She was slim. Not terribly tiny, but obviously athletic. She had to be a volleyball player…or maybe a cheerleader…he couldn’t tell. She was curvy, about 5’ 4”, and most likely –or at least he hoped- around his age.
He blushed when she caught his eye. She shot him a radiant smile and walked quickly towards him. Jason marveled at her graceful, dancers step.
“H-h-hi.” He stuttered, wanting badly to look away from her face, but her hypnotic blue-gold eyes seemed to hold his in a trance.
“Hey”, she replied, her voice chiming like bells, “I’m Alice…”
“Jason,” He smiled, seeming to gain some confidence.
“It’s really nice to meet you,” She said, “I’m new here, but I think I saw you in my art class.”
“Yeah.” Was all he could say.
They stared at the floor for a moment, both at a loss for words. He looked up at her again, and noticed that her gaze was distant…almost like it was locked on something – or someone – else.
He looked over her again, his eyes scanning from her perfect face down to her feet. She was wearing a white camisole underneath a dark brown jacket. The colors complimented her features perfectly. She also wore skinny jeans and converse.
“You’re beautiful.” He murmured, not realizing that he had spoken allowed until it was too late. He tried to conceal the embarrassment in his eyes as he looked up to see how she would react.
She only smiled one of those dazzling smiles and replied with a simple “Thanks,” as she turned for her next class. He could swear he heard her giggle.
* * * * * * * * *
“So, are we like…friends now?” Jason asked as Alice took the empty seat beside him in the lunchroom after their fifth period class.
“Friends…” She murmured, contemplating the idea, “That may not be such a good idea.”
“May I ask why not?” Jason inquired, a little hurt.
“I’m not a very good friend for you,” She smiled, almost as if it were a joke, though Jason could tell she was dead serious.
It was almost like she was hiding something, though, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
She was pale, pale enough that she could have easily passed as a vampire, but there was a light shade of pink that colored her cheeks. Her eyes were a pale blue, fading to silver, and then to a deep gold around the edges of the iris. Her high cheekbones were easily balance out by her gorgeous full lips. Her long, dark –almost black- brown hair was curled neatly down to her thin waist.
She was slim. Not terribly tiny, but obviously athletic. She had to be a volleyball player…or maybe a cheerleader…he couldn’t tell. She was curvy, about 5’ 4”, and most likely –or at least he hoped- around his age.
He blushed when she caught his eye. She shot him a radiant smile and walked quickly towards him. Jason marveled at her graceful, dancers step.
“H-h-hi.” He stuttered, wanting badly to look away from her face, but her hypnotic blue-gold eyes seemed to hold his in a trance.
“Hey”, she replied, her voice chiming like bells, “I’m Alice…”
“Jason,” He smiled, seeming to gain some confidence.
“It’s really nice to meet you,” She said, “I’m new here, but I think I saw you in my art class.”
“Yeah.” Was all he could say.
They stared at the floor for a moment, both at a loss for words. He looked up at her again, and noticed that her gaze was distant…almost like it was locked on something – or someone – else.
He looked over her again, his eyes scanning from her perfect face down to her feet. She was wearing a white camisole underneath a dark brown jacket. The colors complimented her features perfectly. She also wore skinny jeans and converse.
“You’re beautiful.” He murmured, not realizing that he had spoken allowed until it was too late. He tried to conceal the embarrassment in his eyes as he looked up to see how she would react.
She only smiled one of those dazzling smiles and replied with a simple “Thanks,” as she turned for her next class. He could swear he heard her giggle.
* * * * * * * * *
“So, are we like…friends now?” Jason asked as Alice took the empty seat beside him in the lunchroom after their fifth period class.
“Friends…” She murmured, contemplating the idea, “That may not be such a good idea.”
“May I ask why not?” Jason inquired, a little hurt.
“I’m not a very good friend for you,” She smiled, almost as if it were a joke, though Jason could tell she was dead serious.
It was almost like she was hiding something, though, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Excerpt Two
What is going on?
I sat up with a start.
Whoa, head rush! I closed my eyes and laid back down again.
After a moment, my eyes flicked open, and I stared at the ceiling. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness around me, but when they did, I sat up, crossing my legs under me, and looked around.
Where am I?
I was defiantly nowhere I’d been before, that was certain. This was a place that would have been lodged into my memory for ever if I had been here before. I had no memory of this place.
The dimly-lit room I was in resembled a prison cell. The floor was hard and very cold. The walls looked to be about the same. Probably concrete. A small wooden table and chair sat against the wall behind me. There was a cot in the corner next to me, why I am on the floor I am unsure .The only light in the room came from above me. I looked up. A barred skylight, beyond which I could see the moon and stars. Human eyes would have much difficulty trying to see in this room, which was probably the idea behind the design. Even during the day it would be near impossible to see here. I wondered if that’s what my captives thought I was, a human.
I sat still for a moment, listening. I hear footsteps. Someone was coming, quickly.
I stood up, I realized a little too late that that was probably a bad idea, though my instincts and immediately told me it would be a good one. I instantly felt light headed with the quick movement, I must have been asleep for a long time, probably two or three days.
It took me no more then two seconds to regain my balance. The footsteps were getting closer, I tensed into a crouch, anticipating an attack. Whoever was in the hall passed write by my cell. I relaxed.
It didn’t take long for the tension to come back on again. I began pacing.
How had I gotten here?
I concentrated, focusing entirely on what may have happened.
Just like that, the events from the other night came flooding back to me.
I had been out on the busy streets of Moscow, Russia, checking out the night-clubs; a regular hang-out for vampires, and other creatures of the night, seeking easy prey.
My name is Amanda. I am part of a secret organization. The group I am part of consists of teenagers and young adults bonded by magic, silver blood, and a deep hatred for evil beings. We call ourselves una voz en la oscuridad, a voice in the dark.
My job that night had been to find the Divitis, a coven of very ancient and powerfull vampires, report their location, and lead a hunting party to destroy them.
The Divinti coven consits of eight vampires, all are highly trained and skilled in what they do.
Evidently they had found me first. They cornered me in a dark alley behind one of the local Russian night clubs. I fought them, possibly killing one and injuring another. The other’s took me down. After that they had probably dragged me here, to this dark cold little room.
I sat up with a start.
Whoa, head rush! I closed my eyes and laid back down again.
After a moment, my eyes flicked open, and I stared at the ceiling. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness around me, but when they did, I sat up, crossing my legs under me, and looked around.
Where am I?
I was defiantly nowhere I’d been before, that was certain. This was a place that would have been lodged into my memory for ever if I had been here before. I had no memory of this place.
The dimly-lit room I was in resembled a prison cell. The floor was hard and very cold. The walls looked to be about the same. Probably concrete. A small wooden table and chair sat against the wall behind me. There was a cot in the corner next to me, why I am on the floor I am unsure .The only light in the room came from above me. I looked up. A barred skylight, beyond which I could see the moon and stars. Human eyes would have much difficulty trying to see in this room, which was probably the idea behind the design. Even during the day it would be near impossible to see here. I wondered if that’s what my captives thought I was, a human.
I sat still for a moment, listening. I hear footsteps. Someone was coming, quickly.
I stood up, I realized a little too late that that was probably a bad idea, though my instincts and immediately told me it would be a good one. I instantly felt light headed with the quick movement, I must have been asleep for a long time, probably two or three days.
It took me no more then two seconds to regain my balance. The footsteps were getting closer, I tensed into a crouch, anticipating an attack. Whoever was in the hall passed write by my cell. I relaxed.
It didn’t take long for the tension to come back on again. I began pacing.
How had I gotten here?
I concentrated, focusing entirely on what may have happened.
Just like that, the events from the other night came flooding back to me.
I had been out on the busy streets of Moscow, Russia, checking out the night-clubs; a regular hang-out for vampires, and other creatures of the night, seeking easy prey.
My name is Amanda. I am part of a secret organization. The group I am part of consists of teenagers and young adults bonded by magic, silver blood, and a deep hatred for evil beings. We call ourselves una voz en la oscuridad, a voice in the dark.
My job that night had been to find the Divitis, a coven of very ancient and powerfull vampires, report their location, and lead a hunting party to destroy them.
The Divinti coven consits of eight vampires, all are highly trained and skilled in what they do.
Evidently they had found me first. They cornered me in a dark alley behind one of the local Russian night clubs. I fought them, possibly killing one and injuring another. The other’s took me down. After that they had probably dragged me here, to this dark cold little room.
Excerpt Numero Uno
He kissed me with an intense, hot passion. His ice cold lips moved violently against mine. He held me tighter, and I wrapped my arms in an unbreakable hold around his neck.
This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t allow it.
Hadn’t he broken my already damaged heart, scarring me forever? Had I not promised myself that I would never, ever, fall for him again?
And yet, somewhere, subconsciously, I wanted this to happen. Wanted him to hold me, to hold me close and tight; to feel safe in his hold. I wanted him to kiss me, to love me. To write love on my arms. I never wanted him to let me go. It was wrong.
I wanted him to be here for me forever, and he had left. It killed me. I locked myself in my room, cutting my wrists. I believed that, by causing physical pain, I would be able to let the emotional pain go.
I looked down then, seeing the scars I’d caused; remembering the pain, the blood, the tears.
Why couldn’t I just get over him? Move on? Surly it couldn’t be as impossible as it felt, could it?
His gentle touch brought me back to reality. I got goose bumps as his long fingers traced up and down my back.
“I love you” He whispered. He kissed me then. Kissed my shoulder, my collarbone. His lips slowly parted as he kissed my neck. I could feel his cold breath against my skin.
He wrapped his arms tighter around my waist as he kissed my lips; his were insistent, and I kissed him back.
And just like that, he was gone. I woke up.
This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t allow it.
Hadn’t he broken my already damaged heart, scarring me forever? Had I not promised myself that I would never, ever, fall for him again?
And yet, somewhere, subconsciously, I wanted this to happen. Wanted him to hold me, to hold me close and tight; to feel safe in his hold. I wanted him to kiss me, to love me. To write love on my arms. I never wanted him to let me go. It was wrong.
I wanted him to be here for me forever, and he had left. It killed me. I locked myself in my room, cutting my wrists. I believed that, by causing physical pain, I would be able to let the emotional pain go.
I looked down then, seeing the scars I’d caused; remembering the pain, the blood, the tears.
Why couldn’t I just get over him? Move on? Surly it couldn’t be as impossible as it felt, could it?
His gentle touch brought me back to reality. I got goose bumps as his long fingers traced up and down my back.
“I love you” He whispered. He kissed me then. Kissed my shoulder, my collarbone. His lips slowly parted as he kissed my neck. I could feel his cold breath against my skin.
He wrapped his arms tighter around my waist as he kissed my lips; his were insistent, and I kissed him back.
And just like that, he was gone. I woke up.
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