Pretend we're okay ( Read more... )

Michael woke up with his arms above his head, stretched tight and painful. He felt cold wood on his stomach. He was naked, he could feel it now that he was paying attention, and he was suddenly terrified. Hadn't been out long enough yet for the surface to have soaked in his body heat. A cool hand passed over his back, fingernails scraping harshly ( Read more... )

Song: Switchblade Symphony - Clown
Time: Past
Setting: The small old castle Collus, Marra, Nostarah, and Collus'  vamps live. Starting in her bedroom. The room has a dark wood four poster bed with dark lacy bed covers, the room barren and dark apart from the bed, and a small wardrobe.

A heavy beat plays, strumming and pulsing.

Marra walks through the ( Read more... )

The day was warm and bright on her face as she laid on the sweet grasses. Her long curly hair lay around her, blending with the large and fragrant purple flowers growing there.

The girl, her long pointed and curled ears stared up at the clouds as they passed. The clouds were a light orange; The sky was happy today. At the faintest hint of sound ( Read more... )

Waking in the middle of night, the sound of crickets filled her ears. She stood up, a large stain on her beautiful white dress. Mother would be so dissapointed...Looking around she found herself down in a basement, and to her right were stairs. Pushing herself to a standing position, she found that putting weight on either her right wrist, and ( Read more... )

Now, concerning the matters of life, Tahsha had known nothing of starvation, nothing of being too cold for too long, or not having enough money for things, but here is was the opposite. Maria, as it turned out was one of the poorest people in the land, often suffering from starvation, cold, and disease, as it turned out.

It had been merely a ( Read more... )

"Nostarah, our lovely flower. Here we find you all alone, sitting in the dark. And what's this we smell? There's blood here. My my my...what have you been doing, pet?" Collus and Marra were standing in the doorway, looking into the darkness that is Nostarah's bedroom. The faint candle light from the hall shone into the room but only a few inches ( Read more... )

"Poor wretched creature...." the sorceress smoothed her hand over the child's cheek, her thumb passing over the lump where her skin pulled across one fang. "So helpless to the growth of your mind...trapped in nothing more than a beautiful facade...how tormented you must be." She pulled Nostarah's limp body from the hole she had found it in, covered ( Read more... )