Ok, I have told some people about a story I was writing. How many will remember I don't know, it was quite a while ago lol. anywho, this is the beginning of it. Gimme some feedback, should I change things? Is it good the way it is? here ya go.
When people hear the word Vampire, they automatically think of the Bela Lugosi, Hollywood glamorized, raised from the grave, bloodsuckers. In a way, they have the just of it, but the type of vampire they haven’t touched on, is the breed of vampire that was brought back from the dead by black magic. These vampires are by far worse than the ones that have returned from the grave by their own design. These vampires have the demonic touch that “normal” vampires lack. The cemetery was cold; the ground was frozen as the fog rolled between the headstones. A fox darted from between two headstones; he was hungry and was hunting for any kind of food he could find. The desperate fox sniffed at a chocolate bar wrapper, but before he could take it in his mouth, a silver ceremonial dagger came flying out of nowhere and embedded itself in the fox’s neck. Necromilla stepped soundlessly from the mist, kneeled and pulled the dagger from the fox’s throat. Smiling, Necromilla wiped the blood from the blade on her jacket and continued walking.
The witch stopped at a headstone and kneeled; she pulled a single black rose out of the darkness and laid it against the cold stone. “You know Daniel; I never would have killed you if you wouldn’t have threatened to expose the fact that I am a witch.” Necromilla whispered as she pressed her lips against his name. She rose to her feet and moved to leave the graveyard, until she heard a cry come from further in the cemetery. Necromilla smiled and closed her eyes. “Sadness, despair, grief, my specialty.” She whispered as she moved in the direction that the sound came from.
Necromilla came to a fresh grave, there was a single woman kneeling in front of the headstone. Necromilla stepped forward and laid a hand on the woman’s shoulder. The woman jumped and spun around, startled. “Wh-who are you?” she asked, her voice breaking from crying. Necromilla ignored this question and knelt and read the headstone. “Your husband?” She asked, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. The young lady whimpered as she shook her head. “No James was my son; he died in a shoot out. He was in the wrong place at the wrong….” Her voice trailed off as she began to cry again. Necromilla turned back around and placed a hand on the woman’s shoulder again. “I am so sorry.” She whispered, but the tone in her voice wasn’t convincing.
Necromilla turned away from the grieving mother and put out her hand as if to be asking for something. A deep rumbling erupted from the ground as the six feet of dirt rose and fell in a heap next to the now open grave. Necromilla then extended her fingers, and the casing over the casket exploded. She smiled and glanced at the young lady over her shoulder, who was rooted to the spot in pure terror and disbelief. Necromilla turned her focus back to the grave, from which the body of James was now crawling from. As the body of the young man stood straight, a scream sounded from behind the witch. Necromilla turned to see the woman had begun to run. Necromilla turned to the living corpse and pointed to his mother. “Stop her.” She ordered. The body of James darted forward and knocked his mother to the ground, standing over her, the gunshot wound in his throat began to bleed again as his eyes burned a fierce red.
The young woman began to cry. “James, please, let me live.” She begged. Necromilla began to laugh. She then shook her head, the body of the dead boy mimicked Necromilla’s movements as though she was controlling him. “James is no longer here, this is merely the shell of your son. I believe I will rechristen him anyway. Seeing how he is now my son, and not yours. Shadow, dispose of this bitch.” With that, the corpse dropped to his knees and placed a cold hand against his mother’s head, holding it back. Shadow leaned his head back, his jaw extending, ripping the corners of his lips around a mouth filled with needle sharp fangs. Shadow then looked down at his former mother, his eyes burning into hers. Then with an inhuman screech, he darted his head forward and sunk his fangs into his mother’s throat. Shadow jerked his head from side to side, and then ripped his head backward, taking his mother’s throat with it.
Shadow stood, the open gunshot wound closed itself as his mother’s blood slid down his throat, he looked down at his mother, her eyes wide as she gasped in failed attempts to breathe as she bled to death from her missing throat. He then looked at Necromilla. “Where are we going mother?” He asked in a hoarse voice. Necromilla smiled and led Shadow out of the graveyard.
The next seventeen years passed almost uneventfully except that Shadow tried to eat cooked meat and choked, and also that Necromilla abused him and another creature she deceived into coming home with her relentlessly. Shadow sat in his room, examining his nails, which he just used to rip into the steel plating of the door. Necromilla had developed such a fear of her own creation that she enforced Shadow’s entire room in steel, and put bars in his window. Shadow laughed as he heard Necromilla yelling about the music coming from his room. “Turn that shit down!” She screamed from the other side of his door. Shadow stood up, the chains on his pants jangling as they fell straight. “I have a better idea. Why don’t you bring your bitch ass in here and turn it the fuck down?” He yelled back over his blaring music. He smiled evilly as he heard the several locks being opened.
Shadow began to pace back and forth as the door creaked open and Necromilla peered in and looked at the four claw marks in the steel. “That’s mature.” She scolded. Shadow tilted his head to the side slightly. “Then why don’t you come in here and punish me?” He challenged. Necromilla stepped into the room and crossed to Shadow’s radio. “I don’t understand how you can listen to this; these people paint up their faces and sing about murdering people with axes.” She shouted over the relentless pounding of the music as she reached for the knob of the radio. Before her fingers touched the steel knob of the stereo, Shadow’s hand was already on her wrist. Shadow pulled Necromilla toward him and stared into her eyes. “They sing about killing people like you, bitch.” He snarled, his eyes gaining a slight red tint.
Necromilla brought her hand across Shadow’s face, her nails ripping across his cheek, causing him to let go. Shadow’s head turned with the force of the blow to his face. Necromilla stood, staring at Shadow. She stepped forward and pointed at Shadow. “Never lay a hand on me again.” She scolded. Shadow began to laugh in a deep growling voice as he turned his head. Necromilla took a step back as Shadow looked up, his eyes burned a bright red from behind the curtain of dark black hair, his jaw had extended, exposing a mouthful of needle sharp fangs. Shadow reached out and grabbed Necromilla’s wrist again, only this time, with his talon-like nails out and digging into her flesh. He stood and yanked her to him and flipped his hair backward out of his face. “Then keep your filthy hands off my shit you bitch.” He growled and pushed her away with enough force to make her fall over. Before Necromilla could stand, Shadow was already over top of her, pinning her to the ground. Necromilla tried to hide her fear of Shadow by looking into his burning red eyes. “What are you going to do? Kill me?” She demanded in an emotionless voice. Shadow smiled, a horrible sight from a destroyed mouth, and leaned forward. “No, I can hear your heart racing, you are terrified. I think I will let you live, it is fun to play with you.” He growled as he released her from his grip. As soon as Necromilla felt Shadow release her, she ripped her fingernails across his chest this time. Shadow stood and turned his back to Necromilla, holding the wounds she just created. “This….was….my….favorite….shirt you BITCH!” He yelled as he turned, but before he could move, the door slammed and was bolted from the other side.
Necromilla slumped against the door, breathing heavily. She covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming when the door rattled in its frame as Shadow slammed his body against it repeatedly. “You will not get out.” She yelled so that Shadow can hear her. Necromilla’s fear grew with what she heard come through the door. “If you really think that this fucking door can hold me in this room, than you have more of a false sense of security than I thought. I have been staying in this room, locked up like an animal just to entertain your feeble ideas to keep me away from you, to make you feel as if you are in control.” Shadow snarled through the door. Necromilla wasn’t sure of what she was going to do, but she knew she had to do something as she got up and went downstairs and picked up the phone.
Later that night, Shadow laid on his bed with his eyes closed, the slashes on his face and chest still burning. He did not move as he heard the locks being opened on the other side of the door and his door open and close quietly. Raaz crossed the room with a bowl of water and a rag floating on the surface of the liquid inside. She set the bowl down on the nightstand and rung the rag out, as she reached out to wipe off the wounds on shadow’s chest, Shadow reached out with surprising speed and took hold of her wrist. Raaz jumped and pulled away from Shadow, and faced the other side of the room. Shadow sat up and looked at Raaz. “What are you doing? You know you shouldn’t be in here.” He whispered. Raaz turned back around, the moonlight reflecting on her pale skin, black hair and hazel eyes. “You scared me, you asshole!” She replied. Shadow laughed quietly as he stood up and crossed the room to where Raaz stood. “I’m sorry sis; I promised that we would both be free. It won’t be much longer.” He whispered as he took Raaz into his arms.
Raaz wiped her eyes as she felt a tear slide down her face. Shadow felt her movement and leaned back a little so that he could see her face. “Raaz, what’s wrong?” He asked, as he forced her to look into his eyes. “I just miss the rest of the tribe.” She whispered. “Ah the other lycans.” Shadow whispered, a smile playing across his face. Raaz pulled away from Shadow and punched him on his arm. “I am a garuu, not a Lycan.” She scolded quietly. Shadow laughed and rubbed his arm. “What’s the difference?” He asked sarcastically. Raaz glared at Shadow playfully. “We Garuu are not a damn disease unlike the filthy Lycan race. We are born Werewolves and not infected.” She replied. Shadow laughed and sat back on his bed. “Calm down sis, no need to go for the throat.” He joked. Raaz smiled as she kneeled in front of him. “I knew you were joking. Now sit still.” She whispered as she pressed the wet rag against Shadow’s bare chest. Shadow jumped and stifled a yell. “Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with you woman?” He whispered in a strained voice. Raaz jumped when Shadow did. “What? What’s wrong?” She asked in a concerned voice. Shadow glared at her. “That water is HOT!” He growled.
Raaz stifled a giggle as she continued to clean Shadow’s wounds. “Hot water forces the silver that Necromilla paints her nails with, out.” She whispered as she put the rag back into the water, and pressed it to Shadow’s chest again. Shadow closed his eyes and growled as the water burned him again. Raaz stared at Shadow’s chest as the wounds closed after the silver was removed from them. “Thanks sis.” Shadow whispered to her as he moved to get up.
Raaz grabbed Shadows wrist and forced him to sit on the bed in front of her again. “You aren’t going anywhere until I clean the cuts in your face too.” She told him sternly. “Shit, I hoped you wouldn’t see them.” Shadow said, smiling. “I can smell them, now stay still, this may burn a little bit.” Raaz said as she pressed the hot rag against his cheek. Shadow closed his eyes and let out a growl in pain. “I’m sorry, just one more, I can see the flesh trying to heal itself.” Raaz whispered apologetically as she wiped the wounds again. “Arrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh FUCK!” Shadow whispered loudly as he yanked away from her and crossed the room holding his face. “I’m sorry Shadow.” Raaz whispered as she watched him. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t paint your nails in silver and cut my face all to shit.” Shadow growled. “I know.” Raaz replied. Shadow turned and looked at her. “I know, Necromilla plans on killing me tomorrow. Don’t worry. We will be free after I am finished with her.” Shadow said in an assuring tone. He took his adopted sister in his arms and looked into her eyes. “Go back to your room, and do NOT come out tomorrow until you hear the screams of the bitch who spent the last seventeen years torturing us.” He commanded her. Raaz nodded and pulled away from him and headed for the door. She stopped before she pulled it open and looked back at Shadow. “I love you big brother.” She said. Shadow nodded. “Don’t forget to lock the door after you leave.” He told her as he laid back on his bed. Shadow’s thoughts raced as he heard the locks on the other side of the door being locked again. Doubts plagued him, but he reassured himself that he won’t fail, for his sister’s sake.
The next morning Necromilla seemed like she was in a very good mood. Shadow acted as if he didn’t know why. He just looked at her as she pushed a little girl into his room. “What’s the occasion?” He asked curiously. “I need a special occasion to feed my son well?” Necromilla shot back. “So I’m your son now? That’s surprising; usually I’m the abomination, your biggest mistake. And yes, you do, seeing how you usually give me rats and other animals to feed on.” He replied, completely ignoring the little girl now cowering in the corner of his room. “Are you going to eat? Or just continue to sit here and argue and be unappreciative?” Necromilla asked, aggravation creeping into her voice. Shadow stood and crossed the room, his eyes never leaving Necromilla’s as he crossed the room to the little girl. Shadow kneeled next to her. “Are you scared?” He asked her. The little girl nodded and sniffled. “I-I want my mommy.” She whispered. “It’s ok; I’m not going to hurt you.” Shadow said stroking the little girl’s hair. Necromilla heard this and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Shadow held the little girl by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. “I want you to hide in the closet, not matter what you hear, do not come out until I come to get you.” He instructed her. The little girl nodded and went and hid in the closet as Shadow stood and began to pace back and forth in front of the door, his eyes never leaving the steel, waiting for it to open.
Shadow grinned horribly as he heard the doorbell ring; he walked over to the closet and looked at the little girl. “They’re here, you stay inside until I come back and tell you it’s safe to come out. If I don’t, then stay here until you do not hear anything, do you understand?” The child nodded as Shadow closed the door again and went to go sit on his bed. Ten minutes later, he heard the locks on the other side of the door being unlocked and three men walked in, one carrying a small bag, followed by Necromilla. Shadow stood, and two of the men grabbed his arms and forced him to his knees. “Let me go, I do not want to have to hurt you.” Shadow said, his eyes never leaving Necromilla. The man holding Shadow’s left arm laughed. “You’re on the wrong end of the fork to be hurting someone.” He teased. Shadow noticed the syringe that the third man pulled from the bag, and then looked at the man holding his right arm. “This is my final time asking nicely, let me go, or none of you are leaving this room.” He growled. The man holding his left arm laughed again. The man on the right just stared. “Um, Jake, something isn’t right. His eyes are glowing red.” As the man said this, the door behind Necromilla slammed shut, Necromilla turned and grabbed the door handle, but as she pulled, the locks closed. Shadow lowered his head and smiled. “Now you’re all trapped in this room with me.”
Yet another one. I relate to this song 100% due to some events that happened here a few days ago.
THE WALLS, By: DARK LOTUS
I sit up at night, it's at least three or four. Blood drippin' down my knuckles from knockin' skin on drywall. I see a face like flashlights under chins, The more I blink the more it happens again. Damn, victims from like '89, Floatin' their faces on the wall like it's the last time. I'ma see 'em again the same time everynight. The wall gets bigger with every passin' daylight.
Are they closin' in on me? Walls confinin' me Inside of me There's an emptiness that won't go away. hey, I never said that I was right inside my mind, But I'm sure over time I'll learn to climb the walls I'm sure that over time I'll learn to right all of my wrongs. Sure it's right, Four walls reflectin' my life Every night That I sit and watch the replay.
Surrounding me, These walls ain't holding me back. They can't tell me where we at. I'm uncontainable.
Surrounding me, These walls ain't holding me back. They can't tell me where we at. I remain in control.
Tell 'em... I can feel 'em looking at me. I can even hear 'em talkin' when I'm trying to sleep. Sometimes they start spinning they're just closing in And it's just too much to beat, I can't win. Don't grin, it ain't funny I just set it ablaze I had to burn the whole house to escape that maze I was burned from my neck to my feet but it was worth it Until I went back, I didn't even hurt.
One wall surrounds me, no roof no floor. I started fallin' as soon as I stepped through the door. Plain walls, don't let me see a crack in the paint Or I'm focusing in, and focused I ain't. Clang-bang, I bloody the walls and leave stains So the next man falling at least can see thangs. I think of my life relivin' every memory Staring into the walls of my epitome, fallin,
Nothin' but walls, but it's alright. My back to the room in the corner all night. (Even in the darkness) Nothin' but walls, but it's alright. My back to the room in the corner all night. (These walls keep watchin' me.) Nothin' but walls, but it's alright. My back to the room in the corner all night. (Even in the darkness.) Nothin' but walls, but it's alright. My back to the room in the corner all night.
I always catch myself starin' into a dark daze, Same place, new age, holes punched with rage. If they could talk they probably wouldn't say much Because I always keep myself locked away and such. Just a sheltered life being wasted away Like four walls on a casket being put in a grave. So many hours spent looking at nothing, But I keep on glaring, steady hoping for something.
I stare in this maze through my cell gate. For eighty years I been known as inmate 1-4-2-7-8. Walls can't confine me, on the noose every weekend. When the guards take me for my shock treatment, I be leavin', out the space in my head To control the minds and unearth the undead. The problem is, I'm only out for two days And I return to my coma and these walls and bars around me.
Surrounding me, These walls ain't holding me back. They can't tell me where we at. I'm uncontainable.
Surrounding me, These walls ain't holding me back. They can't tell me where we at. I remain in control.
Surrounding me. Holding me back. Holding me back. In control.
Surrounding me. Holding me back. Holding me back. In control.
Surrounding me, These walls ain't holding me back. They can't tell me where we at. I remain in control. Mood: Blegh Music: The walls, Dark lotus
Ok. well I was dating someone, I don't think she did it on purpose, but everytime I saw her, She always had to pick out a flaw with the way I looked. I had a strand of hair out of place, or I had forgotten to shave. And she hated the fact that I'm a juggalo. anyway I ended up breaking up with her, because of the fact that there was always something wrong with me, and everytime I saw her, she didn't want me near her half the time......I did it over a text, yeah I know, it wasn't the best thing to do, or the best way to do it. But she had broken up with me once before by a phone call, I'd call us even, yeah a phone call isn't as bad as a text, but when it's two days before valentine's day and when the entire relationship i kept on being told there was something wrong with me. I know I don't deserve any forgiveness or another chance, but at the same time, neither did she. Not after the first time. But I gave her the benifit of the doubt. But apparently I won't ever get one. Wow. just goes to prove what I really meant to her. But my question is....If I had to go through all this, and I'm the one that ended it.....why do I feel so badly, and miss her so bad? I want her back. but I know that if it ever does happen again, it'll just be the same. Man WTF!?!?! Mood: :-( Music: Ghost of my ex, ABK
Man WTF!?!?!
May your blood drip from my Scythe.