*wandering over to the window to see what poor little thing the boys have trapped, my brow furrows slightly*

"Those two....all that power, and all that vampyre testosterone! *shakes her head and watches for a minute finishing her drink and tossing the glass into the fireplace for luck*

"Well, I can't let them torture that poor thing...not when she might have something of benefit to me...She might be a good bleeder"

*smiles a bit wickedly and walks down the road towards the group....the girl seems quite afraid and a bit bewildered.....

I walk up and shake a long nailed fingertip at Demon and Deadend*

"Gentlemen, this one has hardly a bit of meat on her...nothing to fight over..., "*looking down I see her companion snarling a bit..protecting her...I reach down to touch it, he snaps and I withdraw*

"Animals...are always a better judge of character then anything else. " I say with a knowing tone, "Alright dog, I'll not harm her, but , now that she has seen what she cannot tell, we must do something about that"

*looks to Demon* Well, we either take her into our fold....or, you'll have to work some of your hypnotic charms on the dear lady..

*looking at the girl standing frozen...I am unable to choose, for part of me wants a ward... part of me ...the soulful part, wants to save her from....me*

LadyBlak
12 May 2001

Posted by Vladimir Fri, 06/15/2007 - 11:55

 

Thank you

Will I allow you to drag me down?

Will I allow you to hurt me now?

Will I spend the rest of my life wondering what I did this time?

Or will I stand up and walk away?

I am worthless,

I am foolish,

I am a disgrace.

Thank you for enlightening me.

I never would have known.

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Ballad of the Sad Rat

I'm a lowly rat
in a vampire movie
Oh, woe is me
who'll bite me first?

Will it be Tom
So cute and curly,

Or pretty Brad
who looks so hurt?

These hunks from Hell
are all around me,

And how their fangs
do make me squeak.

Sweet little Kirsten?
Won't even pet me

She just says 'Yuk'
Though she's very sweet.

Oh, thank you, Larry
Liz Smith, I love you.

And dearest Oprah
How good thou art.

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Requiem for a Memory

When I am alone in the night
The velvet darkness reminds me:
Of the whisper-soft touchof your hair,
Of the deep midnight pools of your eyes,
Of your raiment; so like the night itself;
Clinging, cloaking, shielding
With dark mirrors of illusion,
Of the jewels at your throat; jet on ivory.
The images invoked by my memory
Catalysed by the very darkness
We shared.
Your image is engraved upon my eyelids
Inescapable.
I am a prisoner of my memories,
Trapped in a glass box
Like a killing jar,

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The Power of Fantasy

On Thanksgiving Day 1996, Roderick Ferrell, 16, from Murray, Kentucky, led a pack of kids to Eustis, Florida, where he killed the elderly parents of a former girlfriend. Ferrell had lived in Eustis for a year and had then returned to Kentucky, where he'd gotten involved with a fantasy role-playing game called Vampire: The Masquerade.

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Going Under

I knew it was coming, I heard it coming, but I said nothing.
I felt my worry increase but was afraid he'd think I cared too much and would back off.
I painfully stepped around the glass until he told me what was going on:
I had to cross the razors beneath my feet slowly, as to not cut myself and bleed to death in his sight.
I simply sat silent as he complained to me, yet I felt my shoulders slump, my energy sag.
His pain oozed over my confused flesh and I turned black for him.
My silence scared him away, but he left the glass behind for me.

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