It’s nighttime past midnight and into the early morning hours, I can see a young boy screaming there is a man with him, I wonder who they are, where did they come from? I look down from the gnarled tree which twists and turns beneath me, watching them. The man says over and over to the boy, “You need to calm, it will all be over soon, all over soon.” The boy’s screams carry on throughout the night. The screams are starting to hurt my ears, they are so loud such terror held within them. I had left town, annoyed at those around me, venturing to my favorite place, Smokesly Forest. Their lantern flickers, the light dim to begin with. I drop from my perch, curious, my landing the softest of sounds barely audible. They haven’t spotted me…yet. Suddenly the screaming stops, the young boy slain, a light thud when his body hit the ground, the vampire is smiling, a half-hearted smile. His teeth are they…no they can’t be, I think, can he be…I thought our kind destroyed them for good. The young boy’s breath is faint, I can sense his heart beating. Careful, not making a sound I move closer. The boy is so young he looks maybe ten, eleven at the most, his hair had fallen over his eyes.
“How long do you wish to stand there in the shadows?” the vampire said, sounding amused. “Err I uh” I reply my intelligence truly shining through at this moment, I step out toward him. “B-but you’re a vampire,” I take a deep shaky breath “You should be extinct.” The vampire seemed amused by all this. “Well as I am not I don’t suppose you’d tell me what a young werewolf such as yourself is doing out here at this hour.” The vampire spoke, I couldn’t help myself I blurted out without thinking “How could you…” My voice trailed down as I looked down at myself, seeing my tail I couldn’t stop the blush from creeping across my cheeks. “Our kind should have killed you.” I muttered, as the vampire chuckled. “It’s okay, young one, I know one of your eldest pack members, we are good friends in fact, dear pup.” This confused me I wondered this must be lies…It can’t be truth. “But they told us from the stories you were..” he interrupted “It is normal for you not to trust me” Damn him. “Ah, but I am already damned aren’t I, in your books and scrolls they teach you of us as if a scary bedtime story.” Who does this vamp think he is…? “What’s your name, Fangy” the vampire smiled his fangs flashing “Archie, my name is Archie.” I couldn’t help but giggle, leaving Archie momentarily puzzled, “Like the comic books.” I couldn’t help but continue giggling; perhaps it was my trying to deal with the unknown, this mysterious creature of legend. “Stop your giggling pup, the sun soon rises.” This caught my attention “I need to be home before sunrise,” I thought aloud since it didn’t seem to matter either way. I turned my attention to the boy “What did you do to him?” I gestured to the boy kneeling at his side, careful not to look Archie directly in the eyes, or take my eyes completely from him. “We may speak tomorrow if you wish, I will be going now, meet us here should it suit you.” And with that him and the boy vanished, “Damned Vampire.” I said, and I swear I heard laughter from the Forest itself. I start the walk back to my home, I try forcing my tail to morph away, but of course I haven’t yet mastered the art of transformation, and so my efforts are wasted. The elders have a running joke that the day I can transform is the day we live on the moon, it isn’t something that can simply be taught. Figures!
Just as the sun started to rise I reached my home, a refuge for those like me, lycanthropes, as well as others, the humans think it is a homeless shelter, I walk past numerous groups some retiring for the day others just waking, I climb the stairs to my room, grabbing some clothes from the dresser drawer before heading to the female wolf shower chamber. I couldn’t get the vampire out of my mind, it was troubling, a vampire alive. Looking around the room I make sure there is a towel and my paranoia sets in checking to make sure nobody else was in the room, which would be the last thing I needed, more people to deal with. I walk to the faucet, turning the hot water on I run my hand under it, pulling back quickly too hot, I turn the faucet back some before hesitantly running my hand under the water, perfect. I strip down, my clothes lying in a misshapen pile on the floor; I climb into the shower letting the water wash away thoughts of peers and vampires. I grab the shampoo, scrubbing my hair, and tail, it is freaking difficult to get dirt out of my fur. I then scrub my body until my skin is pink rather than its usually pale white; it was then that I realized someone was in the room with me. Quickly rinsing I panic, who could it be. I shut the water off, shaking my tail dry I grab a towel from the pile, wrapping it around myself, my tail folding around me, looking around the room I notice Lawrence. I can’t help but sigh with relief, “Just because you’ve treated my wounds doesn’t mean you can enter the girls showering chamber!” I could feel a blush lighting up my cheeks I only hoped that the shower would hide my embarrassment. Lawrence had no excuse for the blush that spread across his face, a dark red, even on his tan skin. He stuttered “I didn’t..I mean I…I’m sorry.” Lawrence is my age..well about my age he is seventeen, I’m about sixteen though for some reason we age differently. “Could you leave, please I need to get dressed.” I said, embarrassed. Lawrence left the room, quick, he opened it just enough to leave.
Why had he been in here anyway? Oh well. I dry off, first running my hands across my arms flicking the water down, doing the same to my legs, then gently running the towel over my body, when I got to my tail I wrapped the towel around, running it through the fur though it didn’t help much, I then rubbed my fur down so it wouldn’t look completely messy. I grab my clean clothes pulling them on, hoping that I wasn’t being punished for running off during the ceremonies, I just didn’t see the point it wasn’t as if I could participate yet. I had picked out my favorite shirt, the v-neck was just low enough to show off my chest without being uncomfortably revealing, it was red with golden designs on it though not real gold of course. I had my faded blue jeans on underneath, I then pulled my Tail through buttoning the part above it so my jeans would fit me properly. All of our clothing had adjustments made to it according to how we are structurally or rather anatomically designed. This is helpful especially to me since I haven’t mastered transformation. I really hate this place, the people…they tease me, they make me feel like an outsider just because things can be harder for me. I don’t understand why it’s so difficult for me. Lawrence makes it better..however, I can’t allow myself to let my guard down. This refuge shelters many different kinds of people, lycanthropes, anthropomorphic characters, and many others, too many to let myself be swept up in thoughts of grandeur with Lawrence at my side. I left the bathroom, smoothing my hair down, I saw Lawrence standing there, leaning against the wall waiting for me, I looked at him puzzled. Lawrence spoke smiling a bit and in a fake scolding tone, “ The Headmaster wants you…again.” I rolled my eyes. “Any actual news for me?” He laughed a little then clearing his throat he said “What did you do this time..?” I cocked my head sideways making the best let me think impression I could before saying. “I really don’t know, he probably just made a new rule specifically for me to break, I’ll see you later, Thanks.” Lawrence then headed off to his room, a smile he tried to deny kept twitching at his lips. I walk down the corridor making my way to the Headmaster’s ornate wooden door. “Come in Ms.Knightly” the headmaster calls out in his oh-so-friendly voice, that is deep yet inviting much like the ocean on a warm summers day. Great, sneaking up on him has failed yet again! “Yes Sir,” I call out as I open the door slow then walking through the door a speak with a charming coyness one can only use when they have been in the administrators office enough to be able to get away with such a thing, “You sent Lawrence for me?”
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I gasp Archie is sitting next to him looking happy and tired. “Surprised to see me…Vespara.” What the hell is going on now?!?! I glance at the headmaster Mr.Horshe confused. “Mr. Horshe what’s going on he’s a a” “Vampire.” Mr.Horshe interrupts. “Yeah that.” I say still a little worried. “No reason to worry Vespara” Archie says I growl slightly. “Vespara! He is our guest be nice!” Mr.Horshe says and I feel only a slight bit of his power and stop growling. “S-Sorry Archie.” I say my voice shaky. Please stop reading my mind if you can. “Ok I will all you had to do was ask.” Archie says then starts laughing and Mr.Horshe does too. I just stand there feeling uncomfortable. “Oh yes Vespara,” Mr.Horshe says after he stops laughing, running a hand through his long black hair. “Come sit near Archie, Vespara,” he says gesturing to Archie. I look at Archie and walk over slowly there is no chairs left so I sit next to his on the floor cross-legged not wanting to make the headmaster upset again.
Archie places his hand on my head and I fight the urge to rip it off. I realize its ice cold and look up at the vampire who’s looking down at me smiling. I quickly look at the headmaster only to find him grinning also. “Ummmm excuse me but what’s going on.” “ Well you see Vespara I need to warn you this probably wont be easy for you to understand just yet…”Archie says still smiling. What is it?” I say “Vespara, Archie is your father.” Mr.Horshe says. I rip Archie’s hand off me. Then I get up in a blur and go to the corner I think someone’s calling my name, I think I’m screaming no. He can’t be he’s a vampire my father killed my mother after I was born I don’t remember but that’s what the elders always tell me he can’t have children he’s a vampire I’m a werewolf this isn’t real it must be a nightmare.
Archie looks worried he stands up and starts to take a step but in a blur the headmaster is there and whispers something in Archie’s ear I couldn’t hear anything but my own thought’s right now. Archie is gone without even a second passed he just disappears. I fall to the ground and lay there crying I think about everything that’s happened. I’ve been here since I was a baby the elders always looked at me differently I had to drink blood…but I ate like the other werewolves this can’t be happening how could he be I don’t understand.
I wake up in my bedroom don’t know how long has past I must’ve fell asleep on the floor. There’s a note written in the headmaster’s handwriting on my nightstand. When you’ve sorted this out come see me. I know this is confusing if you have any questions come askyou will be excused from your classes today. -Headmaster Mr.Horshe. I must see him right away I get up and make the bed quickly. I check myself in the mirror and see I’m ok. I walk to the door and open it wondering about how this could’ve happened. I shut the door behind me and see a lot of people milling about the hallway. I quickly go past them trying to avoid hearing rumors spreading already. But of course I heard one. I heard she and Lawrence are dating she’s so lucky but then again he and her do go together they are both weird!
I reach the headmasters door and come in shutting the door behind me. “I’m so sorry I reacted the way I did I just…” I look down at the floor trying to stay strong for any punishment I may receive. I hear him stand and walk towards me he places a hand on my shoulder. “You reacted well Vespara I thought you would try to kill him, personally.” “I have some questions for you but also I wish to know my punishment,” I look up to meet his amber eyes. He says “There will be no punishment except to do the class work you missed now on to your questions.” “Well sir I’m wondering how if he is a vampire how he could be my..my….father.” “Vespara please sit this will be a long talk” He motions towards the chairs and takes his hand off me. I walk towards the chairs feeling uneasy I sit in the dark wooden one with the red cushion that…Archie was sitting in before. I sit like usual with one leg bent with my foot tucked under my bottom and one leg bent up near my chest. My tail wraps around my leg. I tuck my hair behind my ear while Mr.Horshe walks over. He sits in the dark wooden one with the green cushion he sits normally.
I think I hear him say something about my mother. “What about my mother?” I say confused. “I didn’t say anything about your mother Vespara, I thought something.” I try to hide my fear but don’t succeed. “Vespara it’s ok I can explain later after your questions would you like to start asking them?” Mr.Horshe says looking a little happier than before. “Yes sir sorry for whatever I just did sir.” I say as I figure out which question to ask first. “How come he left me here alone?” I couldn’t keep the anger out of my voice though I tried. “He wasn’t in any condition to take care of you Vespara.” Mr.Horshe says sighing. “But I was his daughter and he abandoned me what could be so bad, that he would leave me.”
“His thirst was that bad Vespara…remember when you didn’t drink blood for a couple weeks and you grabbed that boy and cut him with your nails and started to drink.” Lawrence. “Yeah I remember.” I replied sadly. “Well imagine that feeling you had but ten times more strong.” I can’t believe it that would be impossible to control. “So Archie lost control?” I asked confused now. “Somewhat but not really you see the vampires are not extinct we only kill those who kill freely and messily if they keep quiet and don’t kill unless needed we don’t kill them, your father was going to lose control he killed your mother,” I cringe and he continues pausing momentarily, “right after you were born he drank her to death.” Pausing here for a breath he continued again. “Well your father went to a shelter for vampires sort of like this except its for those who feel they will soon lose control, he was still in grief and he had needed more blood since had drank from a half-human species. So he was craving human blood more than usual. The vampires own blood banks across the world so he took some of that and stayed there ‘til he was fit to leave.”
“It took him 15 years?!” I was worried now how could it take him that long. “No Vespara it didn’t he was looking for you,” Huh? Hesitating Mr.Horshe continued “He didn’t know where you had been moved too, there isn’t any that we know of like you so he thought we might’ve…killed you.” Mr.Horshe said sadly. “You thought of killing me?” I say a little worried."Vespara you must understand, we had a great debate about it that took nearly a year." Mr. Horshe seemed to be thinking of something else."Vespara your like me in the
sense that you are not of one species,I told the council this that I had survived even
though I was shall we say reckless as a boy." he smiled warmly. I had a vision of
Mr.Horshe as a young boy his hair was down to his shoulders and he his eyes were
warm he even had a tail and ears like a black panther. Coming out of the vision,
"Wait then what are you a mix of, if it's not too personal, sir."
I asked wondering why weird things kept happening to me. "Black jaguar, commonly
thought of as a panther and a maylayan tiger." Mr.Horshe said softly.
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Now use the Shift, JUMP TO THE NEXT KEY ENTER NOW The tapping doesn’t stop only the rhythm changes. Is that tapping a sad slow song that you carefully construct. Or a dancing party tune which you happily bounce about to with every line. Or is it steady, consistent, controlled. Do you listen to the taps or drown them out and assume they are still there? Every little tap is it an escape, something else? What is it?!?! To you is it simply work? Do you find yourself carefully typing or do you otfen ned two gew bakc? What type of person are you a Backspace or an Enter. Or are you simply a space trying to get by day by day. Take each word, each day as it comes, Tap Tap Tap, Do you shift your life? Is every new sentence Capitalized or do you simply write and go back to edit later? Have you reached a certain kind of type where you know exactly what the story should be before you even get to the keys and the tapping, or is every word every phrase an adventure to see where you will be taken? Is every tapping a new start or an old finish? Do you save or delete? Are your files hidden or open, Do you zip your life away or is it executable? The Keys, the keys….are they br-broken? The darkness crept in on the young girls pale face, until only her hair could be seen. In the darkness what was normally just a random bunching of rotten tendrils became a roaring fire of curls. The room invited her; it waited for her response eager, feeding on her misery. The walls smelled faintly of death, where the door should be a curtain had been hung. Not that she could see all that was preventing her from escaping into a world beyond what she had ever known was a dust-ridden worn down curtain. Drip, Drip, Drip! All day, all night or what she perceived as day and night. Today she would be free! Free from the endless dripping of some unknown substance creating a yellow grey stain. Today not even the darkness could stop her, she would make her escape.
Scene change, scene going on infront of stage walking home from school with a friend. Talking about some school projects and then asking how everything is at home if things got better for either of them not really saying details, then they stop and just look at eachother with understanding hug briefly then go on walking. -Scene- (at first seen) Two computers with a boy and girl sitting at them facing across from eachother lights only on them. (Song) Hello, How ya been. Is life still ya know kindof suckin’. Yes, it is I mean I’ll be fine, enough about mine. Hows yours? Mine is something different that’s for sure the parents split. So sorr Again. Oh..,Well who you going to stay with? Probably my dad, mom wont take me. He’s keeping the house, shes at her friends… Yeah I get it. Yeah.. Wish we could be free, I love you.. I mean It’s ok Late-a-lay (lately) I’ve been feeling that same way. Anyway wanna role- play? Sure. Let’s escape and run away. (two actors come on stage as their characters and do the actions the others sing) He says got to go and lights go out on him and his character instantly. She says bye but he is already gone then the lights fade. -Scene, her computer is gone his is still there and in her place is a few items to create his house, His dad walks in- He is obviously drunk and is stumbling. Tells the kid to get him a beer kid exits returning with beer bottle gives it to his dad, his dad starts rambling about how its the kids fault that the mom is leaving. After drinking the whole bottle down and telling the kid to get him another the kid gets it and goes to get him another the dad accuses him of stealing his beer and that hes always drinking it and tells him to come there then he starts beating him up. The scene ends with the dad screaming at the boy to go to his room then black out. -Scene- The computers are facing opposite of eachother again. He says he had a really bad time and needs to escape they start and RP where they have swords and fight off the evil person. Again controlling by talking/singing. And other actors doing it. Him being the “monster”. This time she has to go her character and her fade he says bye and then he fades it opens on her house. Her mom coming in asking for her report card, and stuff. She hands it over looking nervous. Her mom starts getting really angry and yelling at her because she got a C. Then she starts criticizing her about her looks and how she acts she says things like she is a “whore/slut” type things. (which she isn’t) Saying she is too lazy and will never accomplish anything if she keeps slipping up. It fades to black (Act 1) Girl sitting in class, everyone around her freezes as she breaks into song, singing about how can they not notice what is happening to her. She stands walks around, at one point screaming to teacher why cant you see! Goes back to her seat continues scribbling in her book and smiling, teacher asks her a question she gives correct answer, class ends she runs a little late a few seconds after everyone else, looks at teacher then asks about a project that is due and exits off stage. -Scene opens on him walking around with a hoodie on pulled over his face he bumps into a teacher- the teacher tells him no hoods in school and he just keeps walking the teacher tells him to pull his hood down he does and he is bruised, the teacher keeps walking not bothering to look at him and he is covered in bruises. When they reach the opposite ends of the stage he pulls his hood back up. Next scene he’s in class and his head is on the desk the same teacher is supervising his hood is on,- The teacher looks at him and kindof sighs it looks like astudy hall with some students working hard and others goofing off. (everything starts going to slow-mo As the teacher sings, the teacher sings about how the kids are so divided in the school from the good and bad. How some are obviously doing bad things. As he is walking he notices the bruise and notes it to himself in his song deciding to ask him to stay after class. Time speeds back up and the teacher tells him to stay after class. I few moments later the bell rings and everyone leaves as quickly as possible. Him and the teacher talk and the teacher asks about the bruises and the kid just plays it off as whatever and leaves. The teacher says he will report it tomorrow after the kid leaves. -Curtins close and scene happens in front.- He’s walking then this one girl walks up to him and is kind of flirting with him and he gets embarrassed and then some other kids come up to him and start teasing him, then they start to push him (teasing through song) And she laughs at him also because she is one of them which is shown by her hugging one of the bullies. (While this is happening the school is being taken apart.) He is at home, his dad is waiting for him. He has a gun in his hand. The dad says something about his mom coming over to get her stuff. He has empty cans around him. (It’s started raining {rain noises} ) The boy says you can’t shoot me. The dad stands up Saying something like “Like Hell I can’t!” and stumbles a little the gun falling to the floor. The boy grabs it and points it at his dad. The dad laughs and says you wont shoot me, A door is heard opening and the kid turns you see his mom. The dad stats laughing again and telling him why would you shoot me instead of her she wants you to stay here with me anyway she doesn’t care about you. The mom tries to figure out what is happening the boy looks from both parents panicd. The lights go off first a bullet shot is heard with soft thundering in background of it.) -Black out curtins drawn- Act 2 (Here is my idea for this part, hand out cards and ask to either check or write in who was shot, Collect cards quickly and see which gets most least whatever, deciding based on that which is most shocking. (Pre-Record three different “Newscasts” saying that a boy shot either, himself, his mom, or his dad. Having a few seats out in with the audience with the actors of the girls school in them.) The news cast is projected like it would be if we were there for an assembly. It is saying. Unbelievably just a few counties over a boy shot (whoever) and is either going to jail or trial is pending whatever. Then it mentions abuse and if you are going through it to tell someone before it comes to something like that. Actors go out of the doors when the “assembly” ends and the projector and screen are pushed away/put back away. The scene opens on her and her friend from before talking to eachother. They decide to tell their teacher what has been happening to them. She is at home at the computer. She says/Sings. I really wish you were here now, a lot around me has been crazy. Some kid, he had a tough time like you. I hope wherever you are kindof worried it has been a while.. I hope you are ok..and you’ve finally escaped. I’ll always love and remember you. –Show ends- Waking Rainsford smiled, eyes still closed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “What an interesting dream I’ve had.” Rainsford thought to himself. He wondered if he should tell Ivan of his interesting dream. The brute would listen to him though he was hard of hearing. Rainsford got out of bed and dressed himself, in his finest morning clothes.Walked downstairs and waited for Ivan to bring him breakfast. Ivan stumbled in with wide steps carrying a tray full of many delicious morsels.
Rainsford allowed Ivan to sit with him just this once. Rainsford began to tell Ivan of the ridiculous dream he had “I fell of a yacht, mine I suppose…” finishing with a laugh “…I killed the Zaroff fellow; the fact of the matter is the role reversal was quite intriguing.” “I’ll admit the man Zaroff was frightening.” with a smile Rainsford ate his meal, sipping at wine. “How interesting it was that he hunted the way I do. He to had an island of horrors.” Down to the last detail the only problem was Rainsford had been the victim when in fact Zaroff was Rainsford. Rainsford finished his meal and smiled, it was another day and he had several sailors to play with. Heart Racing
Death Embracing Life Dying Final World Residing End is quite near, people do fear Smiles cease, places filled with disease, life decreased Wrong Right Will you see the light? Wonder Now Cuz’ its fight or flight No longer waiting for you to decide You shall reside where your pains have brought you Life’s taking you for a ride Heart Racing Death Embracing Life Dying Final World Residing I missed the bus,
Thank god they didn't make a fuss. The halls they confuse me, My friends always lose me. Then theres a science fair project, That I can't afford to reject! Drowning in paperwork that never gets done, It's alright though atleast Drama class is fun. Overall I am nervous but hey thats alright, It's Highschool it ain't gonna happen overnight. My heart beats for him in a steady tune
The way he hurt me just seems like a dark solemn mood I wish that he would explain why If he didnt love me then, how come I cry My heart is still beating but it seems to be bleeding His touch was what brought me happiness and trust Now I feel as if I could die I wonder why oh why would he lie My heart beats for him in a steady tune why did he just let me swoon Why would he use such a word as love when he himself couldnt care less If he truly cared he wouldn't leave me a mess. | HaleI've only been writing seriously for about 4 years, However don't feel you need to sugarcoat how you feel about the work. I may be young but that doesn't mean I can't handle what you dish out so..Thanks for reading. ArchivesFebruary 2013 CategoriesAll | ||||
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