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Z Story Chapter OneLooking around at the world today, you wouldn't believe the things you have to deal with. Nevermind Global Warming, the year 2012 or the sun falling from the sky, those are just some fairy tales in the past. Now a days, if you aren't one already, you get to deal with a land of the undead. I'm not talking about vampires, although I wish I was because they'd probably be more friendly, no I'm talking about zombies. Flesh- eating psychopathic freaks that are rooming pretty much every square mile of the earth right now. Well, except for maybe the deserts of Egypt, yet I wouldn't doubt there being some there too. How could something like this happen, you may be asking.
Remember that H1N1 scare back a couple years ago that everyone was rushing to get a vaccine pumped into their systems for? That wasn't the smartest idea seeing as it hadn't been tested over a few year
period. If it had been, they would have seen that the patients that initially seemed healthy fell ill for no apparent reason an
So Over...So Over...
The taste of salty tears flowing down my face,
Hearing the words I knew I'd embrace,
Making me wish I had bit my tounge,
For now my whole body is growing numb,
"We're getting too busy" were the words,
Why do we sound like fricken nerds,
I just can't believe this is coming to an end,
And now I somehow have to be just your friend,
I think I've made a huge mistake,
This is something I can't just remake,
Loving you has made my heart sing,
Leaving you was a stupid thing,
Maybe we'll be together again one of these days,
Or perhaps we will stay our seperate ways,
I just hope that you'll be alright,
For I know I'm going to cry tonight...
The Untold StoryThe wind outside was hauling as Selene waited for Michael in the abandoned house that they were hiding in. He had gone out to find then some fresh blood at a near by blood donor building. Selene lay out her guns and knifes on the table, reloading the empty ones, light from the window sawn on the weapons. She suddenly heard faint footsteps in the hallway.
"Michael, is that you?" Selene shouted, but there was no response. Grabbing her Walther P99, Selene began so rise from the chair.
She slowly turned to have her gun was knocked out of her hand. Selene saw the shadow of a young girl before her. Glancing over at the table, she saw no sign of her other weapons. "Who are you?" Selene asked, but suddenly Michael came through the window, bringing the girl down. Holding her down, he grabbed the gun and pointed it at her head.
"Michael wait!" cried Selene.
"Why? She tried to kill you!" Michael yelled back.
"No, she's my sister…" Selene could just barely make out.
Lying before them was a young g
Forbidden Chapter 3They are not only dead but immortal as well. They think that they can't die because they can't be killed in ordinary ways. Both the males and females are tremendously strong. Each of them has their own unique power or ability. Some are able to read others' thoughts, while others can walk on walls. A few even have the talent to subdue one to them.
In a sense, they are still like us, however, because they can't just appear and disappear whenever they please. They still look like us, except for their pale skin and fangs. So it is possible to fall in love with them…
That night, Racquelle dreamt of him once more. He reached out his hand to her. His skin was much paler and when she took his hand in hers, it felt as frigid as ice and. However, Racquelle felt safe again. She wanted him; no, she needed him there. "I love you," David whispered in her ear. "Forever and Always."
Racquelle awoke with a jolt, and glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table. The clock read 1:00pm. Shit, I forgot
Forbidden Chapter 2Chapter 2
Once you've become one, you can never go back. All it takes is one bite and you're turned. Some victims take awhile to change, while others are right away. However, if the victim is sucked dry of all blood, they will die.
Unfortunately, when they have become the undead, there's no turning back. He or she will turn more innocent people, as well. They feast on blood because they need it. It is key to their survival. That is why hunters must track them and destroy as many as possible. Also, this is why it is unusual that one would want to contact a hunter.
"Meh, it's probably just a prank of some sort." Racquelle finally let out, trying to reassure Uriel. Or, am I reassuring myself, she thought nervously.
"Maybe… But I don't know," pondered Uriel. "I mean, why go to all the trouble?"
"Well…" Racquelle searched her mind for some other reasonable explanation, when suddenly, CRASH.
"What was that?"
The two raced up the stairs to find Otieno kneeling down, trying to pick up a broken
Forbidden Chapter 1Forbidden
In former days, when most people lived in small villages and met someone that was supposed to be dead already, it was easy to spot them. Nowadays, however, when so many of us live in big cities, and when families move much more than they used to, you have to look for other, more predominate or hidden signs. They are active only at night because the sun will kill them. Instead of risking ultimate death, they go to nightclubs or stay in the shadows of the evening.
Most of them can wait until they can steal blood packs from a blood bank or hospital. Yet some want the warmth and taste of blood, even if it's in the middle of the streets.
Vampires, thought Racquelle Gale as she loaded a stake into her gun. What a pig, couldn't even wait for an abandoned alley. She tossed back her long, curly brown hair as she approached the bloodsucker. He didn't even look up until she was two feet away from him and his victim.
"Hey sweetie. If you give me a few seconds, I can finish up w
Meet the Forbidden CharactersForbidden Characters
Racquelle Gale- The kind of person that almost everyone likes because she's easy to talk to. She has aqua coloured eyes and chestnut brown hair. Racquelle can be very emotional at times. She is a vampire hunter who lives alone in her apartment. So she usually likes to stay with her friends at the hunter's base. When she is not hunting, Racquelle tries to get gigs at local theatres, singing.
David James- Racquelle's deceased boyfriend who was turned into a vampire after being in a terrible car crash. He finally confronts Racquelle after four months with the truth. He has blond hair and "clear sky like" blue eyes. He is a very creative person that likes to carve things into wood.
Uriel Falcon- Racquelle's best friend. Uriel is like a big sister to Racquelle and protects her. She is a tough person to figure out at times because she isn't one to talk about her problems. She has brown eyes and dark brown hair. Also, she is a vampire hunter and good with a revolver. She
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Racquelle Gale, a mortal vampire hunter, discovers her love that she thought was dead has returned to her. David James was given another life, yet he still is madly in love with Racquelle. He is willing to risk anything and everything for her. However, she must decide whether or not to trust him, or stake him.
Knowing that if her fellow hunters get word that David is a vampire, they will take him down, Racquelle has not choice but to secretly leave them. Now she must decide if her life is worth risking seeing her love again.
Taking place in Los Angeles in the year 2036, I have the ability to invent my own technology and change it up a bit if I need to. In the time period of this story, it is not allowed to love a vampire if you are human. Especially since not a lot of people know about vampires, they want to keep it like that. As it was centuries ago, those who disobey this must become a vampire if they are human or die.
Soon to Come: A list of char
DisneyWorldIt's a place of wonders and dreamers,
Where wishes really come true,
Everywhere you look you'll see,
The fantasies of Walt Disney,
From Mickey Mouse to Captain Jack,
You'll even find the wizard's hat,
Heros from the movies come to life,
And in the night the castle shines bright,
Ariel the mermaid sings her sweet song,
While you merrily stroll along,
Or run to see a great adventure,
Like the Pirates venture,
You'll meet some friends from the big screens,
Taking many pictures to prove you've been,
One man's dream has trully come true,
All starting from a mouse he drew.
VampiresDark eyes that are frightening but comforting at the same time,
A heart that can be warm or its core filled with ice,
Ears that can hear my heart pounding,
Fangs that can rip open my flesh.
Can fall in love but pay the price,
Wander in the night
Drink blood to satisfy their thirst,
Perfect in every way,
Have their horrid past and many different ways of taking it.
In the need of someone but prefer to be alone,
With tenderness underneath.
How long until we understand these creatures?
How long until the war of our worlds ends?
How much longer will we be blind?
There is so much more to a vampire than meets the eye.
The paleness of their skin,
The warmth of their body replaced with an icy feeling,
Each one has their own unique trait,
Every one has a weakness,
Every one has untold petinual.
Vampires what would so many people do without them?
Look behind those eyes,
Look behind their twisted minds,
Look behind their broken souls,
And you find a little piece of you,
VampiresLovely things, vampires. Friends of the night. Enemys of the light. Feasting on the blood of humans or animals. They look like normal people at night. Just like one of us. Then tricking us so they can suck our blood in the dark alleys near bars. Aren't they lovely, vampires.
VampiresMany want to become them
Like I do they never have anyone they just have
others and masters many don't understand them they
don't hurt any one only for blood
I don't see y people can't except the fact that vampires
are not any thing u worship but things
u believe in and y can't one take me away?
Roses bleeding red
unfaithful delusional reality and demonic intellectual minds of angelic faces with burning wings, screaming songs to their tired god whose light thats burnt out.
They ambush your life highlighting the bad and digest your vomit(humility) for emortality infecting your wounds and drinking every drop of blood wanting you to turn as cold and hollow as them.
They drain the light out of your world wasting you and bleeding you dry for them to reach their salvation, their form of life after death; their resurection. And when you plead for relief they cut you open and taste your soul greedily eating at your heart and rearranging everything before sowing you back up.
And you are left there in purgatory always pulled an inch from your unholy final death.
From hollowed fangs
A chorus sings
Of days long gone
When the world
Was plagued by Us
Of a time now forgotten
Yes, my child
When We ruled
When We laughed at the heavens above
A time when We could hunt freely!
A time when rivers themselves streamed blood!
Yes, the age
Of when Vampires ruled
And all quivered
Under Our shadows
Under the night
In which We took flight
On whomever We chose
Ah, the age
The lost age of Vampires...
It will soon come again.
Vampires heartacheI awake in the night;
I can no longer sleep.
I don't see myself in mirrors;
I see somebody else.
I am alone.
I am dead.
The red stripes on white flesh
Keep me somewhat Sane.
I stare at the ceiling;
It is as cold and dead as I am.
The pain burns within;
as my life slowly fades away.
VampiresCreatures of the night
Fleeting in and out
Of his sight,
Shadows frozen in time
Blood red lips
From drinking too deep
Glowing light sticks
Of mortal bodies
Praying for some relief,
Something to satisfy
Sucker for a sweet word
Into point A and point B
Fangs piercing flesh
Fool for flattery
Fool falling prey
He shivers slightly
From the pain,
"It hurts wonderfully"
But it didn't last
For him to feel satisfied,
For him to feel full
Lonely little boy
Pressed his fangs
Through young necks
His seductive eyes
Seemed to plead
But each fix was never enough
"Your blood is a drug
Your body is a fix...
I want to consume
His prey is repulsed
He enjoys it not enough...
There is no love
For a lonely vampire
If the prey ran away
"I need your blood..."
He prays for
The sun rises, From beyond the horizon,
Birds start to sing their dawn chorus;
The funeral march of vampires.
That will forever protect us.
They lay buried deep,
Down within their graves,
Trying to ignore that symphony that would accompany their death,
And resist their bloody craves.
They lick their fangs in satisfaction,
Picking flesh from their teeth,
Smiling oh so smugly,
As the humans don't know what lies beneath.
The sun reaches its high point in the sky,
They are cramping up with blood lust,
The wait is almost agonising,
But they know that their fate would still be dust.
Enter the night,
They hear he cry of the baying wolf,
Thousands of clammy hands hurtle through the earth,
As they look for a human to engulf.
Vampires in my thoughts
Vampires in my mind
I don't care the peace i will find
I will try so hard to be kind
I will wrestle them
I will hit them hard
I wll take the winning card
I free my mind
I free my thoughts
All the effort is not for naught
Vampires in my thoughts
Vampires in my mind
I dont care the peace i will find
I will try so hard to be kind
United we stand
Hand in clamy hand
Juniors, Seniors mighty and small
Come one come all
Watch the deadly vampires fall
United with hand in hand
VampiresVampires are the creatures of night,
Whose kiss is an eternal bite,
They'll feast on blood until the dawn,
For in the sunlight they will be gone.
Some fear them yet some do not,
Those who love them have never been caught,
For when you're turned and dead for good,
That can put you in a horrible mood.
As the undead they cannot die,
Not even when choked with a tie,
There are only afew things you can do,
But best to send a hunter to do this for you.
They will stake them in the heart,
It's almost a slaying form of art,
Then the vampire will turn to ash,
And the rest of them will try to dash.
But not all vampires are as evil as you think,
Some write their life stories all out in ink,
Others never wanted to be this way,
They had absolutey no say.
Still vampires are creatures of the night,
With a very fierce eternal bite.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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