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  1. It's not really good, and it has some errors. But..I like to write...its just....boredom put on paper. Like most stories, it just has ides taken from other people..... "My Appearance Speaks Aloud That I Am Good. But My Soul Speaks Louder That I Am Bad. " Amelia lifted her head, her teeth slightly digging into her luscious lips, the heat blowing from her nostrils heated the frozen ice around her, her appearance spoke aloud that she looked good, but inside of her, her soul, it screamed that she was evil. Well not evil Amelia, your just a vampire, you can not but help kill your opponent, she thought. She was distracted and was hit with a paw across the face, her teeth cut into her lips and blood fell calmly onto her pale lips, her tongue rolled onto her bottom lip, pressuring the wound and licked the blood up. Once the blood hit her veins, her eyes were magic, a powerful black, her pupil began to grow smaller, and once her blood and reached her heart, her eyes were a full jet black. The Lyken had already pinned her down to the icy floor, her head thumped onto a block of ice and her eyes become normal again. "Jackson did I not tell you to go out there! Eh? Or did I say ' Jackson dear, you may do whatever your heart desires. 'Which is it?! “Farleme’s voice echoed through the basement. Jackson had started to mumble and he looked at his victim. "You said not to go out there boss...." "EXCATLY!” Farleme roared. He shook his head and ran his hand through his dark red hair. "I have no idea how many times I have to tell my colonies to stay within the boundaries.” He whispered to himself, but he knew almost every Lyken could hear him. Farleme went over to his armed chair and flopped down, enjoying the wine glass full of what looked to be red wine. Over in the next rooms people were chained to boards, Amelia could hear blood curling screams. Worse then the ones at home, she thought. She yanked on her chains that were keeping her from reaching even two feet from her left foot, she sighed deeply and looked around, and the screaming was still in place. There weren't so many people in this dungeon though; she wondered where they keep the ' mischievous ' ones. The warm sun was peeking through the window on the other side of the room when Amelia's eyes first opened. Great, my real first day in this idiotic place, she thought to herself. Her eyes caught her wrists, they were free! Her wrists weren't chained to the wall, but how? She shrugged her shoulders and lifted her almost dead body from the ground. Amelia started to slowly creep toward the cell door when a voice sounded. "I would not do that if I was you.” Amelia froze in her tracks and didn't look away from the lock that was open on the door. The voice didn't speak again, but maybe the voice was right. Oh hell with the stupid voice Amelia, do it. She spoke to herself. "Boy, you sure do suck at listening," the voice said again as Amelia started for the door again. Finally Amelia answered, "And why mustn't I go near the door?" "If you are dieing to find the answer, do it yourself." Amelia didn't like this voice period, Amelia straightened her back and walked calmly to the cell door. With great force Amelia thought she was being squeezed from the inside out, and once again. Her eyes shut tight. A sweaty cold hand woke Amelia; her eyes were wide when she saw the human being's hand on her arm. Amelia, calm your self now, everything is just fine. She thought to herself as usual. The human grinned and showed all of its yellow stained teeth, some teeth were missing; some were just rotted to the root. Amelia sure in the hell couldn't see if it was a male or female. Probably a male, she thought, they always love touching my kind. "'Hello. No need to be frightened out of your wits dear, just seen you yesterday and thought I might as well clue you in. Eh? " It was a male. Amelia tried to find her voice her best, but something inside of her told her just to save it. The male made itself stand up, and what Amelia saw, was quite handsome. Not as handsome as Farleme, Amelia. He held out his hand and Amelia could see scars more than ever, and his fingers were long and slim, she shook her head and decided to be sitting down for the remaining of the day. "Alright then, by the way. My name is Metidius, don't ask, I just.....um. “His look made Amelia grin.” Just....don't ask. Anyway, when I told you not to go near the door yesterday, I really meant it. "Some reason Amelia wasn't paying attention to what he was saying, more like the texture of his voice. It was nice and smooth, like silk, it just ran across her skin and into her ears. He wore this bright smile that made Amelia's stomach knot, but maybe he was a nice guy, but maybe again, he wasn't. "May I ask why not?” Amelia asked gently. "Well. It plays with your mind; remember the great force that knocked you off your feet? Or maybe that was just my looks. “Metidius joked, he laughed histaricatly, but Amelia just grinned and got back on topic. She looked surprisingly at the door and looked back at him, "Alright then. How?" "How? Well how in the hell should I know? "He questioned her. Amelia just shrugged her shoulders once again, hanging them, so her energy wouldn't be wasted. For some reason she knew she would be good at just saving it. "Good. Another idiot in here, "He rolled his eyes and looked at the dirt floor. The floor, from the looks of it, was never swept nor moped. Amelia heaved a great sigh and just slumped over herself. Then she started on. "Any idea how to escape?" Metidius put his index finger to his lip and got his thinking face on, then just put his hands up in the air as in ' I give up. '" Beats me, girl." Amelia put her hand on the ground and got to one knee and got up, stretching, her clothes now covered in dust and dirt. She ran her fingers through her hair as a brush. Light shined in from the main door, and Amelia and her friend heard a great slam and footsteps echoing their way. Keys dangled and a man walked upon them. His lantern shining in their eyes, and his key entered the lock, clicking open. He spoke. "Out.” Amelia and her friend didn't hesitate, Amelia stepped out first, the guard allowing her to, and Metidius next, but the guard held up his hand. “Not you. Only her," Amelia looked back and lip said I’ll be back. " The guard wasn't the talking sort of guy, but then again, who would be in this sort of place. Amelia knew of the Lykens gathering humans and chaining them up, all vampires did. Lykens did eat humans, but her kind, just drank from them. If a vampire wanted to kill someone they would do it, but usually they just drink, instead of killing. But Lykens, that was a different story. Lykens are beasts, monsters. They're werewolves, they can't think when they transform, and all they know is too kill. But why they don't just kill the humans instead of chaining them up, always slipped through their fingers. As the thoughts drifted from Amelia's grasp, a thick wooden door was coming into view in front of Amelia. The air was thick, dusty, so instead of a clear view, Amelia's eyes were starting to squint, and were getting dry and itchy. A loud crunching sound was coming from the guard; Amelia looked over, and saw the guard chewing on some hard red looking stone. Without wanting to know, Amelia turning her attention on the door. They had stopped now, and now the door was right in front of her. After a few moments of staring, the wide door opened and no one stood at the threshold. The guard grabbed Amelia by the upper arm and dragged her in. A bright fire stood blazing in the fireplace, while several chairs circled it, the wall was a dark blood red, and the carpet was black and soft under Amelia's feet. A table stood in the back of the room, where maps and notes were laying in display. A tall figure was standing over in one corner making little muttering noises, and when he heard the two enter he turned around. Farleme. The most handsome creature alive, the most hated creature alive. His eyes were black; his hair was coal black with dark red highlighting. His body was fit; his face was of an angel's. He started to smile and spoke. "Please close the door behind you Afrid.” As the guard walked out and slammed the door behind him. Farleme stepped forward and grinned wistfully at Amelia. "Amelia, it's so nice to see you. Have you had a lovely time in my dungeon? I dearly hope so," he started to laugh a bit but caught the look in Amelia's eyes and started to walk forward to the fire. "Actually, it was very nice. I met a nice gentleman called by the name of Metidius, do you know him?" She smiled a wicked one, and stepped toward him. "Listen, Farleme, what do you want from me? Gold, blood? Food? What just tell me, so I can get out of this place? It is starting to creep me out. " His laugh roared around the room, and, he turned around and was just inches from Amelia's face. His sharp teeth bore. "What do I want? Ha-ha, I want you Amelia. I want you to join me, join the Lykens. You know we could...change you....you could be so powerful my dear," his hand reached to slowly entrance her scars on her wrists. She pulled away and spit at his feet. "Join you? What an outrage Farleme, how can you think I would even join you? Become half of you. So you imprison me just to ask that ridiculous question, when you knew the answer was no? "Her voice shook even when she felt sure she was convenient. "Surely Amelia, you knew that I, Farleme leader of the Lykens, would let you leave with answering me like that. Surely you knew I had a plan B. Yes? You had to know Amelia, “he started to smile, and held up a hand to silence Amelia when she opened her mouth to reply.” Sweetie, you're to stay right beside me, until you make up your mind and stay with me. Do you understand? I am determined to have you with us, the Lykens. We are so much more powerful then your kind, all your kind does is bite, while we, the Lykens, gnaw. If you have ever seen one transform into our other half, you see it is a sweet process; our bodies become something beyond control, something that God has never made. But the Devil himself, we are his followers, we do what he says, that is why we are so powerful," his voice was rising, and he looked out the only window to see a full moon rising. Amelia quickly started to think of a plan to escape incase he became a wild beast and bit her, turning her into something she couldn't stand to be. She looked around the room for any things that could injury him, when his voice woke her from her plans. "Amelia, I won't hurt you, what I turn into is a wonderful creature, not a monster, " the look on his face made Amelia's stomach lurch. "Farleme, you are a beast no matter what you turn into. You can't make me come to stand beside you with your filthily Lykens, no matter if you trap me in a room when a full moon is rising and you can't stop yourself from transforming. I will kill you," Amelia smiled brightly and started to walk to the door. Farleme's eyes blinked, and turned to jet-black, his nails grew into claws, his back humped, and his hair started to grow everywhere. His nose was turning into snout as his knees buckled and his toenails grew into paws, his skin was peeling, his pelt was replacing it, and his howl echoed through the room. Amelia's heart leaped into her throat as she turned to see the once beautiful man of the universe turn into her nightmare. The only thought on her mind was to get out before he hurt her, turning her into the beast her family fought for thousand of years. She couldn't help it, she had to fight, no matter if she got hurt. Now Amelia's eyes turned from an icy blue to a fire-engine red, her skin was started to go pale, to this grayish color, her nails grew another couple of inches to razor sharp blades, her teeth were bared and grew to fangs, her back popped and out spread wings, beautiful hideous wings. The ends were pointed to a dagger, and the veins were throbbing for blood. All of a sudden a great flash of lightening lighted the room around them; both of them were down into their hunting positions, their teeth bared, and their claws gnawing the carpet. A bolt of thunder shot the house, and both of the creatures roared and ran into another. Amelia jumped up and spun, her wings encircling her, protecting her. Farleme's claws scratched and scathed them; Amelia unfolded her wings, sending a burst of wind, the wind sending Farleme into a corner. For a few seconds Farleme was unconscious, until his eyes flew open, even darker then the first time. Blood was knotted in his fur, but he didn't seem to notice the open wounds on his shoulders from hitting the wall earlier. Amelia ran at him with her right arm forward, her claws stretched out, Farleme lunged and his hand tightened around Amelia's throat. Amelia was one of the few vampires who needed to breathe, she struggled to get his hand off her, but his grip kept tightening with every struggle Amelia took. Finally he flung her against the opposite wall. Amelia wings folded into her self, and she felt the cold clammy feeling of losing, her eyes dropped, and she could feel Farleme standing over her, transforming back into a human. "Now, Amelia. Would you like to join me in this quest?" Farleme's voice wasn't even exhausted. "Do I have a choice?" Amelia replied. Amelia was placed not with the rest of the lock-ups, but in a nice quiet room where her windpipe, which was crushed, could heal properly. Thanks, to Farleme, she didn't have to deal with the other Lykens until she felt she could handle their stares. This wasn't something she wanted to do, but to save her own neck. Her own neck, Amelia thought. I am so selfish, her words echoed through her mind, and down to her toes. Farleme was going to blackmail her as much as possible to get her to join. As much from the power knowing, she had no idea what else was in store for her. All she knew of was that some time from now, her throat was going to be bitten into and half her mind was going to be a place, not only for her native skin, but for some other beast. The walls in this room were a light peach, which made Amelia's eyes tingle, Amelia wasn’t used to so much light, but since the other Lykens weren't nightwalkers, they could stand to be out in the sun, which in a while, so could she. The bed she was lying in was a canopy, white-pinkish curtains were tied to the bed poles on all four sides, and the pillows had little hearts on them, the comforter was made of silk, which made Amelia fall into dreams more quickly. On one wall were paintings of the Resinacsse, girls with furls dressings and fanning themselves, other things like a big wooden chest was lying under one painting, a grandfather clock was ticking in one corner, and a dresser with silver handles was standing in front of the bed, the floor was hardwood. Amelia's eyes were fluttering when the first bit of sunshine was inching its way into the room, Amelia grabbed the blanket and flung it over both shoulders, getting out of bed she went to open the wooden chest, it opened easily, looking inside she found only a few pieces of old papers littering the bottom, she snatched them up and threw them over her shoulder. Stepping in the chest she snuggled inside her blanket and closed the lid. Nothing but darkness filled her pupils, and she liked it that way, her breath was still, so she could hear if any of the Lykens walked in, and after about a few minutes of silence, her thoughts filled her mind once more. Pictures of her family filed into her brain, making her eyes glisten, her father's voice echoing into her ears. Everything was so wonderful, until she was stupid enough to go off into the woods and find a Lyken feeding on one of the villagers; of course she always carried her knives on her. The Lyken took no surprise in when he saw her, but instead howled and started to run. Without thinking she sprinted after the monster, cornering him, and tried to kill it. Without success she was brought here. It was nothing more than a trap. Amelia spent the whole day sleeping, just like usual, at midnight Amelia's eyes shot open. Seeing nothing but darkness again. The atmosphere was thick with the smell of Lykens urine, and Amelia pushed open the lid, the lib slamming into the wall making an extremely loud BANG. She got up, stretching her muscles, and yawned, still tired. She stepped out of the chest and looked around; the room was still the same, except dark. Amelia was a vampire, she had abilities no one else had. She had eyes like a cats, and her hearing was sharper then a dog's, her swift moves were like a snake's, she was sneaky. Like most of the human myths, Amelia was a night walker; she couldn't stand to be in the sun. It's not finished either.
  2. go on the internet and stare at the screen or watch tv.
  3. Currently obessed with this site! And with listening to Paramore, oh and I am obessed with self-inflicted things!
  4. A TT &T ? Um favorite type of material?
  5. ^ um not really. < suffering from a headache. v who is your fave band member in Paramore??
  6. YES I GET H!!! HAHAHA!! Harry Potter & The Order Of The Phoniex.
  7. It's morning to me, even though its like 1 P.M. I am wearing my PJ pants with hearts and clouds, then my grey T-SHIRT. && my hair is up.....oh and my comfy socks!!
  8. Iam tired and my dad was pissing me off, telling me to quit with the attitude! People always say that.... THEN! My fucking laptop wasn't working, MSN IM wasn't logging on, soo I got really frustrated!!
  9. I thought the lead singer looked familiar in one of their music videos, but I like around two of their songs. They have a nice beat.
  10. I love her, but she always sings about the same things, she's out of my book now.
  11. I like their new song..I forgot the name...shit..oh well. I really like; Place For My Head Numb In The End Crawling And Breaking The Habit. . There's probably more, I just haven't listened to them in forever.
  12. I rememeber when they started a big hit with one of their songs, I forgot the name of it....but I like Catch Your Wave. But they aren't my taste.
  13. I never thought she was a guy because I saw her in a music video, then starting liking them, but she doesn't really have a girly voice, but you can so totally tell that she is a girl...
  14. ^ nice and cool, nice breeze is out. < really tired and wanting to listen to music. v did you see the new harry potter movie?
  15. One word. GORGEOUS! i like it when her hair is down too though, when she is singing and it covers her eyes a little, and then it gets tassled and it looks rowdy.....i like it that way. but she is very cute with her hair up like that.
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