Gregory's Angel Chapter 1Gregory's Angel Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I had another nightmare last night," my eight-year old brother announced at the breakfast table.
I rolled my eyes. Of course the little freak's been having nightmares. It's because he's been lately raving on about vampires.
My mother sighs. "Another one? Maybe we should get you to a sleep doctor. He'll explain why you're having these dreams, Tony," she said, closing her eyes tiredly.
I don't blame her. A humongus thunderstorm blew in last night, making it hard to sleep for everyone. Tony climbed into my parent's bed.
Tony shook his head. "No. This one was different. There was this golden amulet, and-"
I cut him off. "I don't want to hear about your cracked-up dreams, Tony," I remarked, spooning another bite of cereal into my mouth.
My mother shot me a long look. "Stella, don't use the word 'cracked-up'," she said as politely as she could manage.
I shrugged, the
Demon of Mine Ch. 3A man, his breaths echoing harshly in the wide hallway, slammed into the double doors at its end and careened into the chamber beyond, running all the way to the trio on the other end. Three pairs of glowing eyes, all of different colors, locked on him as he fell prostrate at their feet.Demon of Mine Ch. 38 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
My lords, he gasped, struggling to get his frantic breathing under control. I bring you news. May I speak?
You may, the figure with yellow eyes allowed graciously. The messenger took a moment to breathe deep and gather himself before speaking.
My lords, Yori has been awakened. Silence fell. The man on the floor resisted the urge to shift around, not wanting to betray his nervousness. Naturally he would be the one sent to tell them about the demon sorcerers awakening. He was always sent to do the dirty work, the others hiding behind his back lest wrath descend upon him.
The silence stretched on, and the mans nerves were just about to the breaki
Demon of Mine Ch. 2Naomi Wendell was a woman that grabbed life by the horns. She lived every moment to the fullest, no regrets, no looking back. Her green eyes looked to the future without fear, and she faced every challenge thrown her way, never backing down. Face life with courage, shed told me once. You only get one chance at this living thing, so dont screw it up. If youre too scared to try something, then thats a part of your time here on earth youll never get back. Look your fear in the eye and show it whos boss. You got me, Zane? You have to be strong or youll never make it. Fight! Of course, this all came from a woman who looked like a cute little pixie and weighed less than one-twenty. Faced with my current situation, looking back on that conversation didnt really motivate me the way my mother would have wanted.Demon of Mine Ch. 28 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As I stared into a pair of blood red eyes that held nothing but cold calculation in their crimson depths, all sem
Demon of Mine Ch. 1 -- yaoiMy mother once told me that love is the most important possession a person can have. Its not a lesson learned, for everyone is capable of love. It is a free spirit that bestows its blessings upon those who have earned it; those who have fought and won the trials that are a necessary part of love. For every good thing there must be something bad, for what is a world without balance? Light and darkness, good and evil, pure and tainted... They all come together to create one whole, perfect thing. So what if others dont understand it? Love is unique, never taking the same form twice. There is something different for everyone, something so beautiful and pure that nothing foul can ever touch it if only they would reach out and take it.Demon of Mine Ch. 1 -- yaoi8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I never fitted in with the norms of society. It was a lesson I learned at an early age, and one I accepted. Maybe Im just fatalistic like that, or perhaps simply practical, though most people wouldnt think of me that way. To most,
Gregory's Angel Chapter 5Gregory's Angel Chapter 57 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The huge truck came bustling behind us, it's spotlights beaming directly on Rudolph. I felt his grip slacken on my hand, and I panicked.
"Rudolph! Hang in there!" I yelled, holding his hand as if my life depended on it. Which, it did.
My eyes searched the slowing ground for any rock or hard thing. Even though we were still flying, Rudolph was losing height. I bent down and scooped up a rough rock, and threw it at the truck.
God. I knew I shoud've worked on my aim. I meant to hit one of the lights, but the rock flew through the window, crashing it. Well, the driver did stop. Not exactly my plan, but it worked.
Rudolph suddenly dropped, even though we were two feet from the ground. He thudded down softly on the grass.
"Rudolph! Rudolph!" Tony shouted, shaking him slightly. Rudolph gave a low moan. Tony faced me. "Stella, we need another cow! Or anything with blood!"
I made a face. "I hope you don't mean us," I replie
Gregory's Angel Chapter 9Gregory's Angel Chapter 97 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As I undressed to get ready for my shower, I thought about how things suddenly whirred into place. Was it meant for me to meet a clan of surprising vampires? Was it meant that Gregory hated me for no particular reason? Was it meant to be that they trusted me?
Questions buzzed in my head as I turned the water on and stepped in. I shivered as the water turned from icy cold to hot.
Icy. I remembered the feeling of Rudolph's vampire skin. It was like a velvet ice cube, if that was possible.
From the bathroom, I could hear Mom and Dad putting Tony to bed. I could imagine him rambling on about his 'exciting' night with me. Or was he actually telling them the truth? A surge of panic swept through me.
I rubbed some shampoo into my locks of blonde hair and rinsed it. I stayed in the warm water for thirty more minutes, relaxing my locked muscles and releasing the tension.
Finally, I stepped out, dripping water everywhere. I
Gregory's Angel Chapter 8Gregory's Angel Chapter 87 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When the rest of the vampire clan arrived, I was sitting on the ground, chatting with Tony and Rudolph. Anna sat down gracefully beside us, and joined in our conversation.
It was when I checked my watch when I jumped up, flabbergasted. "It's almost eleven! Tony! Mom and Dad'll be home any minute now!" I said, my eyebrows raised in surprise.
Almost immediately, Tony jumped up too, brushing dirt off of his pants. Rudolph stood as well. "I can fly you home. It'll be quicker," he offered.
I nodded. I turned to face the rest of the family. "Thank you. I appreciated it," I thanked them, bowing my head slightly in respect.
Freda smiled her usual moony smile. Fredrick nodded silently, but appreciatively. Anna hugged me good-bye, shocking me a bit. Rudolph squeezed my hand. And Gregory...he stared at me with his arms crossed and made a silent curse at me.
I resisted sticking my tongue out
Gregory's Angel Chapter 3Gregory's Angel Chapter 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The boy looked back at me with deep red eyes. "Who is this? You're not one of our sisters," he said, pulling back his lips in a snarl.
"What the heck are you talking about?! Tony! If you don't start explaining, you'll wake up very confused in Africa!" I yelled, my hand on the brass door handle, ready to sprint out of the room.
Tony looked uncomfortable. "This is Rudolph," he replied, wiping his ketchup covered mouth with the back of his hand.
"Why in the world is he here?! It's night, and last time I checked, you didn't have have any friends!" I shouted, crossing my arms.
Ruldolph hissed at me, his mouth bared. That's when I saw it. Fangs. Glistening, white, fangs.
I stepped back, my hand over my mouth in terror. No. This had to be some kind of sick joke. "G-g-get out of the h-house!" I screamed at Rudolph. Oh God. This kid...he can't be a vampire. Vampires don't exist.
Gregory's Angel Chapter 4Gregory's Angel Chapter 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I carefully opened my eyes, afraid if I looked down, my stomach wouldn't emptied its contents.
We were flying high in the sky now, the moon bright and silvery in our eyes. Rudolph clutched me in one hand, Tony in the other. I couldn't figure out how he could hold two people while flying. Must be some weird vampire trait.
Tony was smiling and cheering. I glared at him. How could he let some stranger into the house? He's so dead when we get home.
Rudolph landed lightly on Dad's blimp, which was centered in front of Lord McAshton's mansion. I stared at it, my questioning thoughts dizzying my focus.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Rudolph. "Are you okay?" he asked, obviously concerned. I nodded lightly, afraid to open my mouth.
He didn't seem satisfied with my answer, but he climbed down into a sitting position.
Tony pointed to the stars in awe, and Rudolph began explaining things about his family. Fro
Gregory's Angel Chapter 7Gregory's Angel Chapter 77 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rudolph desperately tried to protest against his father to let us be. His father, Fredrick, never budged, although was debating against many choices.
Abruptly, there was a screeching sound of tires. In panic, I looked back to see the familiar truck standing on the hill. The headlights blinked off, and a man rumbled out.
He held a bright cross, illuminated by electricity. The clan of vampires shrieked and scurried. Fredrick spread out his arms in defense against his family.
Tony was despairingly searching for some way to stop the man. I had another brilliant idea.
I ran in front of the man, screaming.
He stared at me blankly. I picked up a large stone and chucked it at him.
It worked. He got conked on the head and dropped the cross. Tony ran to the electrical plug and tore it apart.
The cross's light died out, and Fredrick almost collapsed then and there.
Tony and I ran over to he
Gregory's Angel Chapter 6Gregory's Angel Chapter 67 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rudolph flew us off to the cemetery, while my thoughts whirled around in my head. What did he mean, we had to talk? So far, I thought I didn't need to know any more. That, I was mistaken.
Tony was chattering with Rudolph, who occasionally nodded and smiled. I guess Tony had made a friend after all, although not the one I had been expecting.
I stared straight into the star-flecked sky, closing my eyes and trying to calm down. My mind wouldn't allow that. It kept buzzing me with unanswered questions that made me a little dizzy. Maybe it's just because I'm flying.
Rudolph glanced behind him cautiously, then plummeted down to the ground. My stomach swooped, and I swear I my eyes were bulging out of their sockets.
He gently hit the ground, feet first, and let us go. "Hurry. My family is coming," he hissed softly, shooing us to a nearby gravestone.
We hid, crouching as the sound of flapping and squeaking approached our e
thanatophilia.i just can't get enough of death.thanatophilia.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
here's the thing: i was six when my dad died. he was in an accident involving a cement mixer and the neighbour's dog sparky. you imagine the rest.
all i remember is my mom crying until her nose was as red as her fingernails, and thinking how fat and soggy her face looked from that ocean of salt running down her cheeks. all i remember is my mom doing a shit job at blocking my eyes from the pictures of my dad at the scene of the accident. all i remember is how much blood there was, plastered all over the blades of the truck and matting down sparky's fur. all i remember is how bright my eyes felt, seeing all that red. seeing all that death.
all i remember is wanting more of it.
here's the thing: i'm not a murderer. i'm not a self-mutilator, i'm not a junkie. i just have a fetish. some folks like latex, i like death. i've never had a problem with
DOES GOD EXIST?DOES GOD EXIST?4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Just once wouldn't you love for someone to simply show you the evidence for God's existence? No arm-twisting. No statements of, "You just have to believe." Well, here is an attempt to candidly offer some of the reasons which suggest that God exists.
But first consider this. If a person opposes even the possibility of there being a God, then any evidence can be rationalized or explained away. It is like if someone refuses to believe that people have walked on the moon, then no amount of information is going to change their thinking. Photographs of astronauts walking on the moon, interviews with the astronauts, moon rocks...all the evidence would be worthless, because the person has already concluded that people cannot go to the moon.
When it comes to the possibility of God's existence, the Bible says that there are people who have seen sufficient evidence, but they have suppressed the truth about God.1 On the other hand, for those who want to know God if he is there, he says, "You will
Gregory's Angel Chapter 2Gregory's Angel Chapter 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Never, ever make me go back to that horrid school, AGAIN!
I was flopped face-first on my bed, groaning and moaning and kicking and punching my pillows, pretending they were my fellow classmate's faces. I cannot even explain what happened today. If I did, there would be a huge hole in the wall after.
My mother walked in, prepping herself for the dinner party at Lord McAshton's huge mansion. She wore a sparkly black dress that looked absolutely divine on her.
She leaned down and kissed my cheek, rolling me over so that I looked at her. "Stella, remember to tuck Tony in at nine, and to make sure he isn't coloring or doing whatever," she reminded, sitting on the edge of my bed. "You know what he draws these days. Vampires, vampires-"
"And more vampires," I finished for her. My mother smiled.
"Exactly. You're father and I will be home around midnight or so, and if you need anything, my cellpho
Devil's MasqueIt was a dream. There could be no other explanation for it, Kitty thought yet again. How else could she be here now?Devil's Masque6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Sitting quietly in the carriage that had carried her into this dream with all haste, Kitty fingered the invitation that had started it all. Perhaps it was the beginning of the dream. The evening had begun normally enough, moving in its ceaseless routine, no different from the evening before it. It wasnt until shed retired to her room that any strangeness had occurred.
As she sat in her window seat, reading a bit before she began her nightly preparations for bed, a sudden drowsiness had overtaken her. She must have fallen asleep, for when her eyes had fluttered open the invitation had suddenly appeared in her lap. Red roses with black thorns twisted along the border, pinned in the corners by white wings. The black script inviting her to a masquerade ball was formally elegant.
Astonished, Kitty merely stared at the invitation until a noise outside her window dr