Friday, November 25, 2005

   Ahhh!!!!!! Puppehs!!!!!!!!!

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   Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!!!!

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Saturday, October 22, 2005

   tabs
Thanks to one of my best friends, I now know how to read guitar tabs. Which is pretty awesome, because now I can actally try and learn some new songs to play! I already know how to play Smooth Criminal by Alien Ant Farm, but now I want to learn Predictable from Good Charlotte and QUESTION! from System of a Down. I love my guitar! And thanks for teaching me Tim!
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Saturday, September 10, 2005

Chapter 2!
Chpt 2. “Louis”

As soon as Lestat was out of the streets, he took the boy off of his shoulders and set him down on the soft, dew covered grass near a brook. He looked at the boy’s face and wondered if he was even alive.

So, he moved his face closer to the boy’s and studied him for some time. His facial features were some-what close to that of Lestat’s. He had a subtle but prominent chin, fair skin, he seemed to shave everyday, and his nose was small and slightly rounded.

Soon after, he stopped looking at him and sat down on the grass next to him and looked at the stars. ‘What’s so special about him? Vampires know that they are not allowed to touch an innocent…unless he serves a greater purpose to someone much powerful than they.” He thought.

Lestat decided to take a quick nap, so he lay down on the grass and fell asleep without much difficulty. He was awakened later by someone’s scream echoing throughout the morning air. Luckily for Lestat, it was a cloudy day so he wouldn’t have to worry.

He stood up, ran to a tree, and climbed it effortlessly. He surveyed the area and say a few blurry shapes in the distance. As Lestat arrived at the scene of the commotion, he saw that the boy was well and breathing. He also saw two vampires moving in for the attack.

“Come on now, it won’t hurt…. much” the one on the left sneered through his gaping fangs.

As the boy was backing up, he tripped over a log and fell onto his back. He kept backing up until he hit a tree.
The one on the right told the other vampire, “It’s much more fun when they run, but this’ll do.”

Just as they were about to latch onto him, Lestat jumped out of the tree and landed in front of them.

“Lestat! Wha-what are you doing ‘ere?” one asked shakily.

“Didn’t I already warn you about this?” Lestat asked, his voice sounding irritated.

The other vampire seized his chance and lunged for the boy, but he was thrown off in mid-attack and hit his head on a large log.

Lestat quickly disposed of the remaining attacker, and turned to the boy.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“L-Louis, sir” the boy replied uneasily.

“Please, call me Lestat.”

Louis stood up and looked at Lestat’s fangs. As he stood, his body trembled from fatigue and hunger. He almost fainted right on the spot, but supported himself with a nearby branch.

Lestat walked over and threw one of Louis’s arms over his shoulder and started to walk back to the brook.

“How did you do that? Back there, you didn’t even touch him.” Lestat inquired

“Well, I have this kind of…um…power.” Louis responded.

“Power? You mean telekinesis?”

“Yes, I get premonitions, move things with my mind, or if I concentrated hard enough on a single thing I could make someone go completely insane…or worse.”

They reached the brook and Lestat pulled something out of his satchel and handed it to Louis.

“Here, eat this, you need your strength.”

“I thought that vampires drank nothing but blood…”

Lestat looked at him with his piercing silver eyes and thought to himself, “He’s one of the few gifted beings. I thought that I was the only one, but I guess I’m not so alone after all…”
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Well, here's the first chapter of my story which has vampires, demons, and maybe some ramen
~Bordello of Blood~

Chpt 1. "The Body"

The wind swept a few leaves across the barren streets of old England. Not a soul was to be found...if they had souls. A large group of vampires had gathered in the center of the road.

Most were men, but one or two were women. Shockingly enough, the women looked more vicious than the men did. They had a few torches lit and held high on large, wooden pegs.

"I can't take it any longer!" one women shouted.

"Well, then lets' get it over with already." one man replied sarcastically.

"I would advise you not to do that...” an eerie voice said from the distance.

They all looked and one shouted,
"Lestat? Is that you? Blimey, we haven't seen you in years!"

"Well, I've been busy as usual. What are you twits doing on the streets anyway?"

"We caught us some fresh prey, we did!" a woman shouted.

Lestat walked over to them and motioned them to part way for him.

He grabbed one of the torches and kneeled down. The reason the vampires were huddled in a closed circle was because of a young man, around 27 years of age. Lestat stood up and looked at them.

"You should all be ashamed of yourselves! Feeding off of the life of innocents! You know that the Covenant forbade any such thing!" he bellowed furiously.

"We had no choice, Lestat! All that is left for us to eat is mice, and a rat if we're lucky. Times have changed, and the livestocks are decreasing rapidly due to all the Timber wolves in that there forest." desperately explained and short, stout vampire.

"Oh, really?" Lestat asked mockingly.

He quickly grabbed one of the torches and shoved the pointed end of the peg straight into the chest of the vampire. All that was left of him was a pile of dust, soon blown away by the night winds.

"Now, I wisely advise all of you that you go and find some mice...or would you rather face the same consequences as this fellow by my ankles?"

They all knew that when Lestat made a threat, he was sure to enforce it. Immediately, they all moved further away from the body.

Lestat calmly went to the young man's body, threw him over his shoulder, and walked off into the distance of the night.

"Where are you going with that?" a woman rudely asked.

"I advise you that you shan't ask questions in that tone towards me." Lestat told her.

The winds soon blew out the torches that lit the cobble-stoned roads, and left the group in total darkness. It worried them, because Lestat was best at hunting in the pitch-blackness of night.

And Lestat would even demolish his own kind...just for the thrill of the kill.
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