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Marked Chapter 1 part threeDespite Nickelsons reassuring words, Skey wasn’t able to get Bette’s dissapearance out of his head that day. The more and longer he thought about it, the more the whole thing troubled his mind. He couldn’t help having the idea something was not right about the situation. Of course he had believed Nickelson when he had told him he did not know more about it than what the castlelords letter told him, and he also believed the overseer did not question the truthfullness of it. For him, however, there were to many impropabilities he could not ignore.
Looking back, he did not doubt the possibility Bette had told Spurr that she was planning on travelling to the castlelord to trade supplies. Spurr wasn’t the most capable person when it came to quite a few things, but Skey considered the chance he misheard or misinterpreted something like this wrongfully rather small. Besides, all the Jefferson-daughters were adventurous and assertive, so was Bette, so it wouldn’t
Marked Chapter 1 part twoOn the other side, Dorian guided his horse around an uneven section in the path.
‘You probably just misunderstood her,’ he said. ‘Nobody goes to the mansion freely just like that. Everyone knows the castlelord had no contact with his overseers workers. We’re not even allowed to visit him without permission and the overseers never get to permission to give us that permission. I believe even Nickelson is barely in touch with him, let alone your girl. She knew that just as well.’
But Spurr looked ahead obsinately.
‘And still that is what she told me,’ he said stubbornly. ‘I’m pretty sure I know what she said. Fact remains that I don’t trust that castlelord one bit. I mean, has one of you ever seen him? Has anyone ever seen him at all? The man runs dozens of farmlands, but he’s never there to manage them. What kind of castlelord is that?’
Dorian steered his horse back towards the other two.
‘He never goes anywher
Two Way's of the Mind Part 2Breathing heavily through both of her noses, surrealness took over the feeling; things still felt like they weren’t real, that she was still in some kind of dream state. Still, Amanda looked at her brother with two pairs of eyes as if nothing had happened. His facial features were just so vivid and clear to her that it was almost too whimsical and capricious for her to take. Waiting for his reaction to her new-found head that all she could do was stare at him, taking it all in one breath at a time.
Ryan stood there, mouth agape, too stunned to even move a muscle. His twin sister, who he has known for 16 years, had two heads. To him this was not normal but abnormal. He wanted to scream and run but he couldn’t. Something held him there; looking at his sister without speaking a word. He just stated to process what he saw in front of him.
“Say something,’ said Amanda from both mouths. ‘Anything Ryan.
Two Ways of The Mind“Hey Dork! I need your help with my History homework,’ said Ryan. ‘And in saying ‘I need your help’ I expect you to do it for me sis. You’re the smart one in the family.”
Looking up from the book she was reading, titled Interview with A Vampire by Anne Rice, Amanda said, “What are you yammering about Ryan? I told you that YOU have to do your own homework or else I’m going to tell your football coach that your grades have been slipping lately. How’s that going to sit with him huh?”
“Fine, I’ll do my own homework. But I’m going to need your help Amanda. All those names and dates are confusing. The whole in 1699 kind so and so did that and kill them over there,” said Ryan matter of factly.
“Ok, slick. Its obvious History isn’t your thing. But you are giving a bad name to the people who are good at ‘remembering those n
The sweetest bloodCreeping as a thing of black,
the vampire readies his attack.
But this vampire is no Noble Dead,
he's something far more wild instead.
A Noble Dead would pick and choose,
rogue vampires are animals on the loose.
And so I stalk him as he preys,
judge of his strengths, wise to his ways.
He sees a potential bloody toy,
I see an unfortunate errand boy.
From the alley he prepares to spring,
I can't allow the attention it'd bring.
Thus I pounce before he strikes,
charging forth, throwing wooden spikes.
I come in low and throw them high,
I see one puncture through his eye.
A tortured scream escapes his lips,
he swipes a claw, meant to rip.
I roll to the side to escape his reach,
I refuse to fall to this undead leech.
As someone sounds the town's alarm,
I draw my sword and hack off his arm.
The vampire slows, white as bone,
I drag him to a hut, so we're alone.
He begs for mercy, to end his pain,
As an answer, I bare MY fangs.
For I would forgo a crimson flood,
in favor of draining a fellow vam
My Vampiric Mistress"Come to me," she whispers, offering a pale hand.
Something in her voice and eyes, forces me to stand.
A single burning purpose, in a mind that was a wreck.
She pulls me closer, tilts my head, granting access to my neck.
"You'll live in me forever," she purrs into my ear.
Deep inside I know what's next, and yet I feel no fear.
Her cherry lips brush my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
Her hand reaches around my back, and air is hard to find.
Soft breath upon my jawline, she moves in for the kill,
She sucks me dry, and as I die, I'm living for the thrill.
The candleThe candle tempts me
in the dead of winter.
The soft glow
shines through the darkness
And finds its way to me.
I let it guide me
through the cold harsh winds of Fate.
The candle still burns,
as I find my way to it,
offering its warmth.
Yet I pause.
Standing close enough to feel
the tempting touches of its warmth.
Calling to me
to come and hold the flame.
Mesmerized I reach out for the flame.
Yet I do not get close enough
For fear of being burned.
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