Monday, February 21, 2005

chapter 5
“How did she save your life anyway, and how old was she when she turned, and, and, I don’t know!”
“Ok, ok, just slow down, I’ll tell you.” Chardel and Michael were sitting at a round table in Michael’s house. Chardel had promised not to EVER steal again, and they were discussing Michaels’ old friend; Chardel’s new acquaintance. “When I was seventeen, and had just become a werewolf, an old vampire named Flario attacked me, for he especially liked werewolf blood. Brea saw what was happening while she hunted and took pity on me because she doesn’t think it is right when people are taken before at least twenty. She first told him to stop, he didn’t listen, the old bat! This was his animal of choice, for, as you know, vampires can change into any animal, but back to the story. Her eyes glared red, and all of the sudden he floated toward her, and she killed him, with her fanged jaws. She could have taken advantage of the opportunity and spared him after taking his blood which would make her at least ten times stronger, but she didn’t want him to ever take another youth’s life, so… she finished him off, saving my young and naive life.”
“Wow.”
“Yes, and as for your question of how old she was when she was turned, that isn’t all you want to know, is it?”
“Your right, it’s not, I also want to know what time in history, and how it happened. Oh, and also, who was it that turned her?”
“All right. I risked an arm and a leg to get this information, since, if you knew Brea, you would know that she wouldn’t ever tell, and now I understand why.”
“Have you heard of Bolero, well, that is her second brother, by turning. Before she was turned, on November 1, 1804, she fell in love with Bolero, because he had fallen in love with her, and, used magic to make her feel the same. He always left mysteriously though, so, one night she followed him. When Bolero got back to Faradon’s house, where he was living at the time, Faradon felt the presence of Brea, or, as she was called then, Katalina, and decided she was both strong and beautiful, so, he turned her. She was exactly twenty years old at the time, which is why she will only kill people older then twenty, older then she was when she turned. Once Brea, as he named her, was turned, the power of Bolero’s spell was gone, and Bolero was also mad, because now the one he loved didn’t love him, and he had to fight her for the ring of the dragon. He had decided to kill her young so she couldn’t get strong enough to kill him when she was fully matured, she still isn’t fully matured, but will be, and that is what Bolero wanted to stop from the beginning, but he physically couldn’t. Brea was already to strong for him to kill.”
“Wow, why doesn’t she want people to know about that?”
“She doesn’t want people to know that she EVER, in the two-hundred twenty years of her life, loved Bolero.”

* * *
I wake up now at eight o’clock, very late for me, I don’t feel like hunting so I go to the bar. I get my drink, and start to gulp it down, when I feel Bolero Behind me, I turn with inhuman, because I am not human, speed, and am facing him. “Why are you here?”
“You said not to come to your house; I am not at your house.”
“All right, then just leave me alone and this will be fine.”
“Firstly, I want you to know that I…” His voice dropped down to a whisper. “I still love you.”
“You discussed me, after two-hundred years of trying to kill me you dare to tell me that!”
“I am sorry; I just hope you can forgive me for this.” At that moment his eyes flicked red and my wrist started to tear, but I stopped it, and it didn’t even draw blood.”
“You know, we don’t need to fight for the ring of the dragon anymore, it is mine, Faradon has all ready chosen me.” I say while smiling, and lift my left hand, for I am left handed, to show him the gigantic deep blue sapphire surrounded by diamonds on my finger, the dragon encircling them. His eyes glow red, but not for magic, it is in anger.
“I see, then, if we can end this fighting, can we be at least friends again?”
“If this is the only reason you came here you might as well leave.” With that I turn back to my meal and pretend he isn’t there. He gets closer pleadingly for about two seconds, stands there for a minute, then leaves.
I go home, and play another instrument I love, the violin. I play a song named Sakura, then another song, this one dreary, It makes my eyes and hair turned black with the unbearably strange sound of it, for we vampires show how we feel sometimes. My hair and eyes show how dark I am feeling because of the dark tune, but I am not sad, far from t. I am very contented.
By the time I put the violin down, I feel good enough to pretend that visit of Bolero’s never existed. He should know better then to remind me of how he loved me, and made me…I can not say it, with a spell. The thought made me restless again, so I glide out of the house through the roof, and chop down a tree with my nails, which, with my mind, I made long, sharp, and strong. When it is done, I go back inside, and sleep.

hey, plz comment, good or bad, i RELLY want ur opinion... okk..
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Sunday, February 20, 2005

chapter 4
I decide not to cover myself completely as to look more normal because it is abnormally warm for November today. I put on some blue jean capries, a yellow spaghetti strap shirt, and put my hair up with a yellow bow, think my skin to its original color- light brown- and leave, feeling way to colorful after so many years of mourning.
I walk to the book store and pick up a book on vampires, like usual. I sit down; drink my coffee, though I don’t need it, and like always, read it in two seconds, and pretend to read for a half an hour. This book is actually pretty close to the real thing. The only difference is the stake thing, and it doesn’t mention magic or the changing of looks. It does say they can walk in the sun though. I buy it.
When I walk out of the store I sense someone following me, I lead them into a dark alley, a dead end. I don’t turn around, but I feel the person coming closer, when he or she is five feet away I jump, land behind him; I can see it’s a him now; and pounce, I don’t bite him, but I hold him on the ground.
“Why are you stalking me,” I yell in his face. He looks at me in horror, either he knows what I am, or he is surprised by my speed and strength. Of course, I already knew why he was stalking me, he had wanted my money; he had thought I was weak, so he had decided to steal my money. I decide that this human is a scum bag and deserves to have his life ended. I showed him my fangs and said “You decided to rob the wrong person, or, as you might already think, creature.” My eyes glinted red and I reformed us both in the darkness of my house. Instantly he turned into a wolf and howled. “Ah, a werewolf, yum. I haven’t tasted one of them in a while.” He sent me the image of someone seeking forgiveness, and I sent him an image of him lifting into the air floating toward me, and me tasting his blood, ending his low life. He sent a pleading look, and then another wolf burst through the door which I recognized at once as Michael in his wolf form. “Hello Michael, why are you here in such a hurry?”
“I am very sorry, I bite this one about six months ago, and he’s young, stupid, and obviously needed money. Chardel, how many times must I tell you not to steal? You are very lucky I am Brea here’s friend, or you and I both would be dead. She right now is tied with her sired brother for being the strongest vampire in the world. Also, Brea hasn’t reached her full strength yet, her brother has. She will be the strongest. Oh, and don’t think the fact that you didn’t actually steal anything excuses you, if you even attempt to steal one more thing, I will either end your life myself, or let Brea do it, since she is most likely dying to, you don’t know how much she hates people who break any law, made by any creature. And there are laws against stealing in every society!”
“Yes Michael, it won’t happen again.” He said with his head down, he had changed back to human form, and so had Michael.
“It better not! Again, I am very sorry Brea.”
“I don’t mind, just make sure he doesn’t ever do it again, and you are right, if he does, I want to finish him off, brutally.”
Now, please, good day, I need to sleep, and –nice- to meet you Chardel” I say as my eyes flicker red to reform me upstairs.

“UUUUKKKK, she creeps me out, Michael!”
“Watch your tongue, she saved my life once!”
“That, thing saved your life!”
“That thing is the closest friend I have, now watch your tongue, or I will cut it out!”
“It’s all right, he has much to learn in manners but I will forgive him” I say while I reform on the side walk in front of them.
“I wanted to give you this Michael, thank you for letting me borrow it.” I hand him twenty dollars.”
“Thank you Brea, but I don’t need this.”
“Don’t be silly, now, good day, which, Chardel, you should know, is my version of good night.” After that, I am gone.

i hope u like... critique plz!!
^^
~seika~

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Saturday, February 19, 2005

Chapter 3
“Michael, it’s me again, I need some questions answered.” I had my normal day look, with black boots, a long leather jacket, black pants, and a black shirt.
“I thought you ended your mourning period long ago?”
“I did, but now I’m restarting it. That is why I am here, yesterday night, I went without a meal.
“Why is that?”
“I saw my prey, one was too young, and the other was old, but had a young one that it was taking care of. How many people have I killed that were needed by someone else, that still had responsibilities in this world, and I ended their lives before they could finish them?”
“Oh, I understand now, Brea, you must understand that you are higher on the food chain then them, do they care when they kill cattle and sows, chickens, anything they eat, what other animals still needed them? What they were responsible for, do they wear black because they eat those things?”
“I guess not, thank you, Michael, my old friend, I really needed that.”
Now get some blood in you, from the looks of it, you really need it, going a day without food is not the easiest thing.”
“Where, I can’t hunt in the day.”
“I have heard of vampire bars, they sell blood from donor cars that…never made it to there destination.”
“By any chance do you know where to find one?”
“On Old Mill Road, on the left hand side there is one, there’s no direct sunlight there either.”
“Thank you.”
“Oh and take these, I hear there expensive.” He hands me a bag of coins, I nod my thanks, promise to pay him back, and leave.
I reform inside the bar instantly, and have a seat.
“What will it be young lady?”
“The cheapest stock you have.”
“You won’t want that.”
“Why?”
“That stuff is nasty tasting, I can give you some O for ten bucks, what do you say?”
“Great.” Two minutes later I was drinking a large glass of fresh O blood, sound appetizing, it is to vampires. I finish my drink, grab one more, and leave. I go back into Michael’s house, set down the change, and go home; it was already noon, which is just like a day creature staying up until midnight, so I went to sleep.
The old fashioned clock on my wall read 6:00p.m. I was still tired but I decided to get up anyway, to clear my conscience, I decided to go to that bar more often. It would also make it so I had more time to do what I like during the night, but not tonight, tonight I shall hunt, and I shall gorge on anyone who crosses my path alone, over twenty. I put on the same long leather jacket that reached my ankles, this time with a royal blue shirt; blue, my favorite color as a human; it felt nice to wear it again. I wore the same black pants and boots with it. My skin was the pale white of my changing.
I flew that night, soaring over the streets, I saw a person with pointed shoes speed walking, and looking behind her every three seconds or so. I landed; silently; as always, and was about to take her life when a green smoke came out of the cloak she was wearing; it was a witch. I drew my fangs out and hissed. I wasn’t scared, but I became defensive, for the only things that can kill a vampire are witches, wizards, dragons, and werewolves. She looked at me in the eye for the first time and her face became that of horror. “Please, oh mighty Brea, do not end my life.” I tried to read to read her mind, but she was concealing it, I decided to listen to what she had to say.
“I see my reputation precedes me.”
“Oh yes, please, I bare a gift for you, why else would I be walking along the streets aimlessly?”
“I see, and what gift would this be…what is your name?”
“My name is Fayla, and I am a witch that can tell the future, and I have seen your future, mind you, I only see important creature’s futures, so either you are important now, or are going to be, my gift is two things, first, some words of wisdom, from a very old lady.” She paused.
“You may proceed, I do not seek to stop you, I am not important yet, you may be as impolite as you wish to me.” To show that I really meant my words I bowed and added “great Fayla, the fortune teller.”
“Thank you for your kindness Brea, you shall need to fight the one named Bolero many more times. After all of that, you shall have to fight him one more time, with the help of your daughter, whom shall not be the exact same species as you, and you need to win that fight. For the sake of humans, witches and wizards, dragons, werewolves, vampires, and all other creatures in the world, you shall have to win that fight.”
“We have had many fights, when will I know which fight is the correct fight?’
“Trust me, you will know.”
“I have just met you, and you expect me to trust you, if you know me, you know I am not a very trusting person.”
“That is why I have my other gift, Faradon told me to give this to you, you see, I was reading his palm when I had the vision; you know how he loves having his palm read.” She pulled out a deep blue sapphire ring with diamonds surrounding the sapphire and a dragon etched on the white gold band.
“How did you get this, Faradon promised that unless times were desperate, he would give me, or Bolero, if he earned it, the ring for becoming his strongest second life child. This ring, the ring of the dragon, times aren’t desperate.”
“That is my point exactly, times are desperate, and he knows that even though you lost your earlier fights with Bolero and had draws later on, that you shall be the strongest. He gave me this to give to you because he has to take care of something so that you will have enough time to have that daughter, and enough time for her to grow up, so that the prophesy can come true.”
“Thank you Fayla, will I see you ever again? I am not sure if…”
“SSSHHH, I know, yes, I shall come back at another time, but you need to hunt, I know your hungry, two large O blood drinks at The Red Café aren’t enough to sustain you for tomorrow also, go.” I nodded my thanks and went back to the air.
Next I spot a man in a gray long jacket and a brown hat, I ate him, and he didn’t even seem scared, he earnestly seems happy to die. After feeding I go home, and play an old song, even if I spoke its name, no one on this earth would know it, “all” of its copies were destroyed in the late 1800s. I played and played, for it is a three hour long piece, until it was morning.

be sure to tell me if u think i neeed to change ne thing, make ne thing longer...stuff like that...i relly apreciate ur comments...^^
~seika~ (maybe one day ull understand y i use that name on the comp....)
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Thursday, February 17, 2005

chapter two of blood red

I walk out of the house at that moment. Instantly, a light pain enters me mind, it used to be an unbearable pounding, but then I got stronger, and now I go out all the time, but don’t feed. I walk to a book store, browse the shelves and pick a fantasy book about a vampire; of course the author is completely wrong about us. I grab some coffee, sit down and read the whole book in two seconds, then pretend to read it page by page, halfway. I decide it is not close enough to the real life of vampires to read again so I put it back where I found it.
When I leave I head for my friend, a werewolf’s, house; something I haven’t done in a year. I go THROUGH the door and go to the room he is in. When he smells that someone is there he turns, recognizes me at once, and smiles. “I was wondering when you were coming back.”
“You know how I am; a year might as well be a week.”
“Yes, well next time remember WE don’t live forever.”
“I’ll do that. So, how are you, Michael. Have you changed lately, or stayed human?” The reason I asked that is not as a joke, remember I said humans were not quite right about them, this is why, werewolves can change anytime they want, and do not have to change during the full moon. They COULD change in a crowd in the middle of the day, but none are that stupid.
“NO, but I might soon, just for the fun of it.” The conversation continued for an hour or so, and then I left, promising to come back sooner next time, and saying I was sorry that I couldn’t stay, for I was, but we both new that the headache from the sun was becoming too harsh for me, and I was getting tired. I went home and slept.
Thump, thump, thump. I opened the door and read the persons mind instantly. He opened his mouth and I told him I already knew what he would say “of course you do, I’m sorry; he really would like to see you.”
“And, so what, I do not wish to see him, and I won’t, if he wants to see me, he will come here, instead of sending a servant with an invitation. Tell him that, and the next time I see you at my door with that kind of invitation, I might not be so forgiving, especially in the middle of the day!” I slammed the door shut, and went back to sleep.
At 8:00p.m. I felt a presence in my house, I had been awake for an hour or two, I reformed downstairs and saw the person I least wanted to see.
Bolero was beside the stairs, but didn’t turn until I spoke his name, for I had learned long ago how to hide my presence. “So, you decided to come see me instead after all. What did you do to your servant when you heard the bad news? Kill him? I know you hate bad news, or did you just tell him to leave before you did kill him?”
“Why must you hold old grudges? We could be friends you know.”
“That’s a laugh, friends, after all the fighting we’ve done, do you think I’ve forgotten the first time we fought, when you gave me this?” I lift my chin and there, on the right side of my neck, right beside the holes from my turning, was a light scratch, then it had been much thicker. “Are you afraid of me now Bolero? After all these years?”
As everyone on this earth knows, I do not like to think about those matters, so, I leave the house, and look for prey. I spot a fourteen year old boy and decide not to take him; he deserves to at LEAST live to his twenties. I keep searching, and find a forty year old mother with her little girl, I let her live to take care of her children. Suddenly I wonder, how many of the people I have killed had families that still needed them, but lost them because I ended there lives to keep my seasoned life going? I go without a meal that night.
I decided to start wearing black again that night. It was to mourn for the people I had killed as meals. Sometimes I wish I had lost my soul when I turned. It would make it so much easier to take peoples lives. I decided another thing right then, I would pay another visit to Michael, and it wouldn’t just be for friendly conversation.

enjoy! tell me wht u think ok? and the god theme doesn't reeeellly come back in till WAAAAYYYY later, thx for noticing it tho :)
~seika~

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Monday, February 14, 2005

warm summer day
the trees form their canopy
like a mother caring for her baby
now they form some shade for me
on this warm summer day

the water trickles down a mountian of rocks
and collects in a pool on the ground
I jump in and swim around
on this warm summer day

stepping out i lay in the sand
basking on the ground as long as i can
it has been a long time since i have felt pleasent this way
on this warm summer day


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Walking away
As i walk away
i reflect upon the day
and try as i may
I cannot turn the other way

I continue to try to turn around
but my feet are glued to the ground
I keep on going as i hear the sound
"please don't go away"

The autumn leaves snap under my boots
the wind whirles around and about
these combined make a song in my mind
but i still cannot drown you out

as i stagger away from you
i try to weasle out the truth
if only you would give me a clue
this would not be a day i rue

if you will not tell me all
a cannot trust you to pick me up if i fall
so now i shall say goodbye
my only attempt turn back now; a regrettful sigh

who can i rely upon
to care for me when i have gone
for now i am walking miles away
not even faltering when you ask me to stay
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Sunday, February 13, 2005

chapter one of blood red
The night is young, but the sky is an endless pit of black. I can see as if it were the light of day. The frosty bite of cold has already crept into the air; it feels like a warm summer day to me. My name is Brea, and I am a vampire.
My name was not always Brea, though how I received that name I do not wish to speak of. Maybe, one day, you will find out, but that will not be any time soon, and not from my fanged mouth. I will tell you this though, the things humans think about vampires are not exactly correct. Vampires can walk in the sun if they really want to, it will not burn them, it only gives them a head ache, so most prefer not to. If your eyesight was five million times as good as it is right now, the light from the sun would give you a head ache also. A stake through the heart will not kill us, garlic and crosses do not keep us away, and our souls still remain the same as when we walked the Earth as mortals.
We do stay away from garlic, but only because our sense of smell is much more acute then humans, so it smells about two hundred fifty times as strong. We stay away from crosses and churches because it reminds us religious ones, or, ones who believed in god as mortals, that we have sinned by killing people many times, for our survival, but done it just the same.
I must admit that I have killed many a human, and have regretted it, though, every night I stalk a new prey, and add a person to that long list. Vampires are not the only “myths, fairytales” that humans are correct about, but do not know very well, there are also werewolves, dragons, witches and wizards. I have met many, and am friends with a small few. But like most vampires, I like to keep to myself.
Vampires wear black only for the first hundred years of there almost immortal lives. They do this because they are mourning for all of the people they knew, before they changed, for those people do die within those one-hundred years. I finished wearing black one-hundred years ago, for I am exactly two hundred years old today, Friday, November 1, 2004. Two hundred years, a long time in human lives, but still considered young for my kind.
I am considered very powerful, though young, and eat whomever I want. I do not fear anyone, for to fear the ones stronger then I would be to stop living. If I yield to them, I will have lost, and I learned long ago not to loose.
As I walk down the street I see a stupid scatterbrained human reading, walking, and getting lost all at the same time. I wait for her to turn into a dead end, and then I walk silently, always silently, toward her. I draw out my fangs and its over within seconds, I am not crewel, I do not rip at her, and she doesn’t feel a thing.
After feeding, I slip away, unnoticed, back to my house. When light comes, I put on a blood red tank top and midnight black jeans, not one thread or white. I slip a see through long sleeve black shirt over top of the tank top, and look in the mirror, unlike what people think, we can see our reflections perfectly well, they think we can not because we “don’t have souls” or “have evil souls” but since that isn’t true… I look at my long brown hair, chalk white skin, which used to be light brown, and greenish hazel eyes.
I could change how I look with just a thought, if I wanted I could make myself have the darkest skin on the planet and inhuman- which I am- red eyes. When I go out in the day, I usually change my skin back to what it was, so, with a thought, it is done.


tell me wat u think, ok??
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Friday, February 11, 2005

transformation poem (w/e that is...)
the hunter

carries his knife
and searches for the bear

he lumbers around
in his thick fur winter coat
straining his ears to hear a sound

not even HIS winter coat can keep him warm
so he shall go go to the cave and hybernate through the winter


the person is supposed to "transform" into something its working with...its for school...

i got another one

its like this...

the woman sleeps under a thick fur blanket;teddy bear in hand

the winter wind howls
but nothing can rouse her

not until the end of winter
when she and the furball in the crook of her arm take off their winter coats and go lumber to the river to fish...

it had to be about a bear so.. these were the two i thot of, i no they stink, but...o well :)
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Wednesday, February 9, 2005

on birds wings
it flaps its wings
it softly sings
from this view it sees everything
from this view, a great queen or king

i sit proped up
my legs r soar
im seing things ive never seen b4
i no that when its over ill ask for more
because this is the only place
where my eyes feel completely open

u are my wings
my everything
i talk of birds
but their just words
u, u ARE those words

stay by my side
well take everything in stride
no need for me to hide
as long as ur here by my side

living each day
driking in the air
laugh without a care
as long as u are there


this is about my parents
cuz i relly wouldn't be nething without their help...
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Tuesday, February 8, 2005

The REAL Huncback of Notre-Dame
The Hunchback of Notre-Dame was written by Victor Hugo
The twists and turns of his story enthrall the reader so
Quasimodo, the deformed, deaf bell ringer
The only creature courageous enough to save the poor Egyptian singer
The dazzling singer and dancer wrongfully sentenced to die
La Esmeralda cannot love her savior, no matter how hard she tries
The true villain of the book is Claude Frollo, the cowardly priest
His jealous fit of rage is why La Esmeralda’s life ceased
This tragedy takes place in Paris, France
Did these characters meet their ends in such proximity by fate or by chance?
Quasimodo swings down and brings the condemned to Notre-Dame
Bellowing “Sanctuary!” he holds hers shocked frame in his palms
The vagabonds attack the church before the break of day
Their purpose being to take La Esmeralda safely away
La Esmeralda is “saved” instead by the one she thought hated her, the priest
But unless she agreed to love him, that would be where his kindness ceased
The recluse that hates her holds La Esmeralda in her grasp
Hoping she shall be hanged at long last
The irony never ends, for Esmeralda has now found her mother
The recluse finally realizes that La Esmeralda is her long lost daughter
Here the tragedy begins as the recluse dies, thrown to the ground
Her daughter soon follows, “Phoebus, my beloved” being her final sound
Quasimodo kills the priest for his deeds after watching the one he loved and saved die
With her body he forever lays, the only tear he ever shed twinkling in his eye


thats a quick summary poem thingie of wat REALLY happened in the hunchback of notre-dame, srry i didn't get on yesterday, i had to MAKE this poem along with other stuff about the book for class...
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