*Deep within the caverns he calls his home, Deadend broods. Long has he remained enclosed in his halls, awaiting the day he felt the desire to return to the surface. As he sits in front of his fireplace he reads the journal he has kept these many long months since the Black Raven Inn closed it's doors. His thoughts turn to those he once called family. Something pulls at his consciousness, however...something very familiar. Slowly, he closes the journal and rises. He is ready...it is time. He grabs his favorite smoking jacket and walks to the entrance to his caverns. He looks up at the moon for a moment...one that looks very familiar. Yes...the Inn has reopened it's doors. He smiles to himself as he races down the once familiar path to the Black Raven Inn. As he nears the Inn he notices the light in the window. "Great!",he thinks to himself,"there are people there already!" He walks quickly up to the front door. He suddenly notices something...an indistinct image on the ground near the door. It seems familiar to him, as if it were someone he knew...he cautiously walks up to it.* Hello? Who's there?

*Deadend suddenly realizes that it is Ven...she doesn't seem to notice him as she walks to the back of the Inn. He watches her go.* Ok...I guess I'll say Hi to her later. *laughs softly to himself as he walks up to the door. Cautiously, he opens it.*

Deadend
5 May 2001

Posted by Vladimir Mon, 06/11/2007 - 12:13

 

Dreams

Everyone dreams, yes you and me
We dream of lives wild and free
Full of mystical beings and more
Will it hold mystery, magic, or gore
You never can tell what a dream will be
Just close your eyes and you will see
Dreams are there to calm the soul
To mend your body, to make you whole
Dreams you dream can take you away
To dance where unicorns and pegusi play
Remember your dreams as best you can
Picture the beach and warm, golden sand
Dreams are there to set you free
Among the clouds or rippling sea

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Home

Look up from your
cherry box,
smile upon my
saddened face,
whisper in my ear,
those things you want
to talk about.
I crawl away,
the times I was not
there,
shivering,
I speak out loud.
I don't wanna be here
It is too darn cold,
I just wanna be away,
to where is home.
To my home.
You hold me close,
my day brighter,
I think I might
smile a little more.
We dance under the moon,
the sky our audience.
I speak of truth,
the way we use to lie.

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The Vampire Chronicles Family Tree

If a vampire turns you into one of his kind, you could say, genealogically, that he or she is your parent. Others who were turned into a bloodsucker by the same vampire would then be your siblings. With this in mind, it is easy to create a genealogy chart of the vampires from Anne Rice's _The Vampire Chronicles_.

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Chapter 5 The Re-Building

Chapter 5

THE RE-BUILDING

 

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His dark hound chasing me
I could feel its cold breathe on my legs
those glowing red eyes
and those sharp white teeth
mounted in a mastiff's body.
I came in peace
and in seek of knowledge
I posed no threat to him or his kind
he sent his hound on me
for no apparent reason.
Rescued I was
by a tall dark stranger
the evil hound dead by his side
he saved my life
this wierd stranger.
Many years have past now
the year is of the nineteenth hundredth and eighty fourth

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