She reached out and made contact with a brick wall.
Careful not to draw attention to herself, she scaled the building and hurled herself over the lip.
Without pausing, she ran across the rooftops, leaping the small gap between them. The pain was worsening by the minute.
She froze, hearing two voices coming from the alley below. She crouched low, peering over the edge, her heightened senses zeroing in on the conversation.
She calculated their positions, and leaped down, her figure a blur. She landed, pinning her first victim down. She clapped her hand over his mouth, stifling his scream. With her other hand holding his shoulder down, she leaned down, as if to kiss him.
Her incisors, twice as long as that of a human and infinitely more sharp, pierced the skin on the back of his neck. Not an ideal position, but she was desperate.
Taylor felt his pulse accelerate as he struggled futilely in her iron grasp, then falter and halt permanently as she finished with him.
Dropping his limp corpse, she advanced on the trembling feminine figure.
Taylor finished with her, and gathered the two bodies. No one on the street had noticed. She pulled them with her into the shadows again.
Ho Chi Min City was vastly populated, a large portion lived in poverty. Two deaths would go unnoticed.
She stepped out of the shadows, shaking off the feeling.
She dropped the two into the grave she had dug before. The cemetery was filled with the corpses she had drained, and she regretted each life she had taken.
Shoveling dirt over the two bodies, she glanced up at the moon. It looked exactly the same as she had always seen it. She wondered what a full moon looked like.
She finished up and headed to the castle where she lived, along with one other vampire, Lady Macdonald.
It was one of the seemingly abandoned castles that littered the Scottish coastline.
It was isolated. The small village near it was nothing more than a ghost town, the superstitious former residents driven out by their instincts and the mysterious deaths surrounding the castle of vampires.
The original owner of the castle was the vampire, Lady Macdonald. The castle was one of the few documented by historians and visited by none, seeing as no one had returned from the few expeditions sent to the castle, and no footage, camera film or any other evidence had been found.
Lady Macdonald was a few centuries old, and liked the company Taylor provided. Taylor had supposedly been a tourist that the Lady had taken a liking to, and seeing as it was a half moon, and the Lady could not feed on her, she had chosen to bite Taylor instead.
Ten years down the line, and the village's old cemetery was almost full. They would soon need to choose a new site.
As Taylor stepped into the Lady's quarters, she was overcome with the sickly sweet scent of roses.
"Ah, Taylor, I take it your hunt was successful," Lady Macdonald stated. She had probably finished hunting.
"I hope you found the grave suitable," Taylor said stiffly.
The older vampire was dressed immaculately in a red velvet dress, one Taylor recognized, seeing as it had been worn by the Lady in the painting of her that hung in the armory room.
Although Lady Macdonald preferred to wear clothes coming from her time, Taylor favoured more modern ones she had liberated her victims from.
"Yes, thank you," Lady Macdonald said, sounding bored as she examined the ring on her left hand.
"If that is all, I will take my leave now," Taylor said, waiting for the Lady to signal her to retreat.
"Very well. At ease," the vampire said without looking up.
Taylor breathed a sigh of relief and left.
Careful not to draw attention to herself, she scaled the building and hurled herself over the lip.
Without pausing, she ran across the rooftops, leaping the small gap between them. The pain was worsening by the minute.
She froze, hearing two voices coming from the alley below. She crouched low, peering over the edge, her heightened senses zeroing in on the conversation.
She calculated their positions, and leaped down, her figure a blur. She landed, pinning her first victim down. She clapped her hand over his mouth, stifling his scream. With her other hand holding his shoulder down, she leaned down, as if to kiss him.
Her incisors, twice as long as that of a human and infinitely more sharp, pierced the skin on the back of his neck. Not an ideal position, but she was desperate.
Taylor felt his pulse accelerate as he struggled futilely in her iron grasp, then falter and halt permanently as she finished with him.
Dropping his limp corpse, she advanced on the trembling feminine figure.
Taylor finished with her, and gathered the two bodies. No one on the street had noticed. She pulled them with her into the shadows again.
Ho Chi Min City was vastly populated, a large portion lived in poverty. Two deaths would go unnoticed.
She stepped out of the shadows, shaking off the feeling.
She dropped the two into the grave she had dug before. The cemetery was filled with the corpses she had drained, and she regretted each life she had taken.
Shoveling dirt over the two bodies, she glanced up at the moon. It looked exactly the same as she had always seen it. She wondered what a full moon looked like.
She finished up and headed to the castle where she lived, along with one other vampire, Lady Macdonald.
It was one of the seemingly abandoned castles that littered the Scottish coastline.
It was isolated. The small village near it was nothing more than a ghost town, the superstitious former residents driven out by their instincts and the mysterious deaths surrounding the castle of vampires.
The original owner of the castle was the vampire, Lady Macdonald. The castle was one of the few documented by historians and visited by none, seeing as no one had returned from the few expeditions sent to the castle, and no footage, camera film or any other evidence had been found.
Lady Macdonald was a few centuries old, and liked the company Taylor provided. Taylor had supposedly been a tourist that the Lady had taken a liking to, and seeing as it was a half moon, and the Lady could not feed on her, she had chosen to bite Taylor instead.
Ten years down the line, and the village's old cemetery was almost full. They would soon need to choose a new site.
As Taylor stepped into the Lady's quarters, she was overcome with the sickly sweet scent of roses.
"Ah, Taylor, I take it your hunt was successful," Lady Macdonald stated. She had probably finished hunting.
"I hope you found the grave suitable," Taylor said stiffly.
The older vampire was dressed immaculately in a red velvet dress, one Taylor recognized, seeing as it had been worn by the Lady in the painting of her that hung in the armory room.
Although Lady Macdonald preferred to wear clothes coming from her time, Taylor favoured more modern ones she had liberated her victims from.
"Yes, thank you," Lady Macdonald said, sounding bored as she examined the ring on her left hand.
"If that is all, I will take my leave now," Taylor said, waiting for the Lady to signal her to retreat.
"Very well. At ease," the vampire said without looking up.
Taylor breathed a sigh of relief and left.
Nicholas suddenly slid down on one knee and asked me at age 13 will you marry me even with our age and mother and father would be against it I said yes. I Elizabeth {or Lizzie for short} Catherine Cromwell will soon be Lizzie Catherine Tucker in a few short months/ There was so much to do so much to plan in fact I will make a list of what I already know
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The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
Is it possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never met
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen or read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my heart begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
Or logical
Though love rarely is
I can’t make my heart stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one day we could share
A love that is real
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen or read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my heart begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
Or logical
Though love rarely is
I can’t make my heart stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one day we could share
A love that is real
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! You always end up like this. Maybe you should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face or back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! You always end up like this. Maybe you should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face or back. Not me!
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i was a normal 18 year old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( more like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i said " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he said " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he said " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new
You couldn't and wouldn't,
ask for anything more.
Now all you want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
You wish you could help them,
through the pain,
but you can't,
you can only watch,
from the sky.
You can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
You put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
You may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one more thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring you happiness and peace.
ask for anything more.
Now all you want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
You wish you could help them,
through the pain,
but you can't,
you can only watch,
from the sky.
You can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
You put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
You may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one more thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring you happiness and peace.