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He moved in a fashion that spoke confidence of himself. Little mortal man, I have known the most sinister of all vampires and you can not hold a candle to confidence. Too bad you won't be meeting him here tonight. True mastery of death, such a privilege to be ended by one so cold. It will be my pleasure to end your life this night, and might I say you won't be disappointed. Stifling a laugh, "well maybe you will". You're not near ready to die but that won't be your choice. Judge, jury and executioner am I, dressed in black for the final act.
Moving out from the trees, I glide slowly and noiselessly toward him. He sees me and is startled that he had not glimpsed my shadow before. Warning me to stop, I chuckle at his warning.
"Why ever would you need me to stop, is there something wrong?"
I really hated acting so defenseless, when it ended up making me take it out on them later. From there he wasn't very nice or friendly which I care nothing at all about. The one word that stuck out that raised the hair on my neck was Bitch! Now why was it that all of a sudden that word had started to be over-used?
"You poor little man, you might have skated by with a seductive death had you not said that word, but since it has hit a nerve recently your the one who wins the prize for using it."
He started to say something else but the air for him to do so never reached his throat. Instead my arms banded around him while moving to create a shadow from prying eyes. Sharp needle point fangs several inches long pierced his throat and the adrenaline forced his blood up faster than had I just seduced him. All the lovely nasty deeds he had committed in his life flowed into me and seasoned the flavor of his life's essence. But then, the nasty little bugger had the nerve to rub against me, just once. More an accident I'm sure but undeniable was the hard on he sported for his death. My mind spoke to him of things he had not seen and showed him deeds of his own from a different perspective. Within seconds he lived a lifetime and committed the acts he had in the past. Fear and terror drove him over the edge, his heart beat too furiously in his chest and just as the last few beats were about to sound, his heart exploded in his chest.
Withdrawing fangs and licking the final draw of blood, I looking into his face and spoke one final time.
"Little man, don't you know there are monsters in the city at night. Predators of old from story books written to frighten children. We are real, we are here, and we are coming for you and your kind. Too bad you won't be telling your tale to anyone else. Sleep in hell mortal and be comforted by all your victims. They are waiting there for you."
Minutes later, from the bridge over the Seine River, I watched the park as he came into view. He thought to be quiet and use stealth and cunning....
"Oh and that scream from earlier, *devious smile, green eyes flashing from mirth*
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Couldn't save you from the start
Love you so it hurts my soul
Can you forgive me for trying again?
Your silence makes me hold my breath
All the time has passed you by
For so long, I've tried to shield you from the world
You couldn't face the freedom on your own
Here I am
Left in silence
You gave up the fight
You left me behind
All that stands forgiven
You'll always be mine
I know deep inside
All that stands forgiven
Watched the clouds drifting away
Still the sun can't warm my face
I know it was destined to go wrong
You were looking for the great escape
To chase your demons away
For so long, I've tried to shield you from the world
You couldn't face the freedom on your own
Here I am
Left in silence
You gave up the fight
You left me behind
All that stands forgiven
You'll always be mine
I know deep inside
All that stands forgiven
I've been so lost since you've gone
Why not me before you?
Why did fate deceive me?
Everything turned out so wrong
Why did you leave me in silence?
You gave up the fight
You left me behind
All that stands forgiven
You'll always be mine
I know deep inside
All that stands forgiven
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You Are Original and Innovative
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You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.
You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.
A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.
You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.
You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.
You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.
Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.
You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.
You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.
You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.
You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.
You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.
You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.
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The Music Box by =Obsidian-Siren on deviantART
Once again I find myself resting upon the window seat of my favorite room. The room I speak of is my sitting room, which in this case resides in the property right outside of Paris. This is where I come when I feel the need to escape the mortal dole drums of day-to-day life. The night is cold and being close to water the fog is thick enough to be created for a horror movie. The atmosphere around the estate does not bother me. It’s the kind of thing legends of vampires and the like are made of. Having just celebrated another birthday, I find myself again thrust into the past and into that state of . . . Nostalgia! ( Memories )
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| Darlings, we've been writing Limericks over at the site. Log in and join us in the fun. If you are not a member come and check us out.  Armand the coven master Takes things slow and sometimes faster He flits in and out Grins grumbles and shouts And covers poor Benji in plaster. Khayman is Kind The Master of a very fine Mind His words are quite cunning His prestige quite shunning To the one who falls be-hind. Who is the quiet vampire That would be mael i believe in his empire The noisiest sound That's when it's found Is louis sparking up his bonfire. Santiago's gargoyles are quaint Sitting as regal as saints Their his personal pets And without any regrets He laughs when the visitors faint Come and join us, if you dare. laughsAll writings belong to Immortal Sojourns and are subject to copyright restrictions.©Immortal Sojourns 2005-2008  | |
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| Nostalgia! Nostalgia! That is a word that needs a warning label on it. After living long years, collecting memories like dust collects on the mantle, it becomes too easy to get caught up in the dusting. But first, of course, there are the little nic nacs setting on the mantle that must be moved in order to wipe the dust away. They are the real culprits. Those cute little bric-a-bracs from the past, small little pretties calling out for me to remember . . . ( More ) | |
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| HeadlinesRUN…. Keep running, but listen closely while I tell you the ending of your story…. How far do you imagine you can run to get away from me? A mile, two, dare I even say three. You run for your very life, I run because it suits me. Even if I stood stark still in this very spot and waited, I’d find you again. Your scent fills my nostrils as if I had bent down to smell a rose from a garden. Only your scent isn’t pleasant, it’s the despair, the desperation and wrongful deeds that called out to me, bringing your scent to me upon the air. Your constant thoughts of how unfair your life has been, though you sat back and did nothing to change it, brought us here, to this moment in time. You called and I answered, now all you can do is run while your thoughts scream out for help. You think anyone cares enough to come to your aid? Non, no one cares you see, that is why you are out here instead of in a nice warm bed, with a nice house and a nice family. No one cares that you prowl the night, selling yourself for a meal, money or even a smoke. Even you don’t care enough to change it. ( Headlines ) | |
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