After dinner, everyone scattered out in the Temple, and Elizabeth was going to go to her room. She walked out of the dining room and into the corridor. She didn’t know where to go so she decided to go left; she wandered around when she finally took a right. She opened up a door. Elizabeth peered inside; she saw Wyatt, Lucifer, and Xavier sitting around a giant, red pentagram in the center of the room. They did not hear the door open.
She watched them thoughtfully. Wyatt was the leader of the Temple. Therefore, he was doing most of the talking. She leaned closer into the doorway. She could hear Wyatt.
“I was talking to the Head Council last night. They zei that there have been problems going on lately with the Blind world.”
“Here or…?” Lucifer questioned.
“Well, a little of everywhere. Mainly here,” Wyatt pointed to the peak of the pentagram. “On the home pagina front, and here,” he touched another point, “in Russia.”
“Who will be responsible for the Russia problem?” Xavier asked.
“We will, the Head Council wants us to go investigate. Before we go to Russia the Council wanted to give us some sort of going away party. The party will be formal. Lucifer, I expect u to be on your best behavior. The party is tomorrow. We leave at dawn Sunday,” zei Wyatt.
Everyone stood up and walked toward the door. Elizabeth ducked into another room, hoping to not be seen.
She looked around the room. There were scented candles everywhere. In the middle of the stonewalled room, was a white loveseat. On the loveseat, kissing passionately was Xavia, and Eli. Elizabeth let a small amount of air escape from her mouth. They heard, and broke apart immediately. Xavia looked down and bit her lip nervously. Eli looked down, his jaw clenched.
“Uhh…heh heh…sorry,” Elizabeth blushed, and walked out of the room hurriedly. She could feel the blood still at her facial region, and wished she wasn’t so fair skinned, so it wouldn’t toon up as bad.
“Well, hello to you, too,” Xavier chuckled. Elizabeth jumped as she ran into him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you. I didn’t see u there,” zei Elizabeth her face still red.
“It’s fine. I’m guessing u couldn’t find your way back to your room?” Xavier asked.
“No…No, I couldn’t. This damned Temple is just so big,” zei Elizabeth glancing around, not quite knowing where to look.
“Come on, I’ll toon u the way,” Xavier zei kindly, holding out his hand. He led her through the Temple, his cold hand around hers. He was cold, but it was to be expected, considering he was a vampyre.
After a while, they reached her room.
“You guys should really label the Temple, u know,” zei Elizabeth.
“It’s not that hard to get around in after you’ve been here for a while…But there is a party tomorrow night, and I was wondering if u would like to go with me, “Xavier zei nervously.
“Ummm…yeah, sure. I would love to,” Elizabeth answered shakily.
“Great, well, it’s very formal so u will need to get a dress. Well, I think I heard Adam calling, see you,” Xavier was gone in a flash.
Elizabeth ran into her room, and jumped onto her bed. (She could jump if she had to.) She buried her face in her pillow, and screamed in excitement.
She watched them thoughtfully. Wyatt was the leader of the Temple. Therefore, he was doing most of the talking. She leaned closer into the doorway. She could hear Wyatt.
“I was talking to the Head Council last night. They zei that there have been problems going on lately with the Blind world.”
“Here or…?” Lucifer questioned.
“Well, a little of everywhere. Mainly here,” Wyatt pointed to the peak of the pentagram. “On the home pagina front, and here,” he touched another point, “in Russia.”
“Who will be responsible for the Russia problem?” Xavier asked.
“We will, the Head Council wants us to go investigate. Before we go to Russia the Council wanted to give us some sort of going away party. The party will be formal. Lucifer, I expect u to be on your best behavior. The party is tomorrow. We leave at dawn Sunday,” zei Wyatt.
Everyone stood up and walked toward the door. Elizabeth ducked into another room, hoping to not be seen.
She looked around the room. There were scented candles everywhere. In the middle of the stonewalled room, was a white loveseat. On the loveseat, kissing passionately was Xavia, and Eli. Elizabeth let a small amount of air escape from her mouth. They heard, and broke apart immediately. Xavia looked down and bit her lip nervously. Eli looked down, his jaw clenched.
“Uhh…heh heh…sorry,” Elizabeth blushed, and walked out of the room hurriedly. She could feel the blood still at her facial region, and wished she wasn’t so fair skinned, so it wouldn’t toon up as bad.
“Well, hello to you, too,” Xavier chuckled. Elizabeth jumped as she ran into him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you. I didn’t see u there,” zei Elizabeth her face still red.
“It’s fine. I’m guessing u couldn’t find your way back to your room?” Xavier asked.
“No…No, I couldn’t. This damned Temple is just so big,” zei Elizabeth glancing around, not quite knowing where to look.
“Come on, I’ll toon u the way,” Xavier zei kindly, holding out his hand. He led her through the Temple, his cold hand around hers. He was cold, but it was to be expected, considering he was a vampyre.
After a while, they reached her room.
“You guys should really label the Temple, u know,” zei Elizabeth.
“It’s not that hard to get around in after you’ve been here for a while…But there is a party tomorrow night, and I was wondering if u would like to go with me, “Xavier zei nervously.
“Ummm…yeah, sure. I would love to,” Elizabeth answered shakily.
“Great, well, it’s very formal so u will need to get a dress. Well, I think I heard Adam calling, see you,” Xavier was gone in a flash.
Elizabeth ran into her room, and jumped onto her bed. (She could jump if she had to.) She buried her face in her pillow, and screamed in excitement.
This is writen in the point of view of Kara
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Kara stood in apartment and stared out of thr window, just a few moments geleden someone stopped her from jumping off her flat roof.
"Kara..."the voice said, it was the same voice of the man who saved her.
Kara looked at the time, it was 11.48. She yawned and went into her bedroom.After getting changed she slipped into her bed.That voice ringed through her ears."Kara....".She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when she herd someone call her name "Kara...."
There was a knock on the front door, Kara grabbed her dressing japon, jurk and put on her slippers. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a piece of paper on the floor with wriing on it. I was a note, on the note was written in 7 days all will be alright
Kara awoke from her bed, had it all been a dream? Kara noticed that she had the note in her hand.She read the note over and over again. What did it mean?
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Kara stood in apartment and stared out of thr window, just a few moments geleden someone stopped her from jumping off her flat roof.
"Kara..."the voice said, it was the same voice of the man who saved her.
Kara looked at the time, it was 11.48. She yawned and went into her bedroom.After getting changed she slipped into her bed.That voice ringed through her ears."Kara....".She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when she herd someone call her name "Kara...."
There was a knock on the front door, Kara grabbed her dressing japon, jurk and put on her slippers. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a piece of paper on the floor with wriing on it. I was a note, on the note was written in 7 days all will be alright
Kara awoke from her bed, had it all been a dream? Kara noticed that she had the note in her hand.She read the note over and over again. What did it mean?
when i just have been through the worse in my life
my eyes turn black,my skin turns white
i'll be like a ghost
life has been sucked right from me
i feel my skin tearing apart like it's going to shred
i'm shaking and lonely and cold
but it's funny that my only savior is just a little sharp metal thing
just a small razor can heal me that much?!
better than anybody i have ever known
i slide my left arm just a little as a start and i feel like i need meer and meer and more...
until i can not get enough
but then i feel so good,almost satisfied
watching my blood spilling on the floor,drop after drop very slowly
that's just the hottest painful pleasure i have ever experienced
i feel so unbalanced,so numb
i don't know if i need someone to touch me of to shoot me to know that i'm still alive
but i know i won't stop
i'll cut myself and fuck the wound
i'll lick my blood for all my pain
my eyes turn black,my skin turns white
i'll be like a ghost
life has been sucked right from me
i feel my skin tearing apart like it's going to shred
i'm shaking and lonely and cold
but it's funny that my only savior is just a little sharp metal thing
just a small razor can heal me that much?!
better than anybody i have ever known
i slide my left arm just a little as a start and i feel like i need meer and meer and more...
until i can not get enough
but then i feel so good,almost satisfied
watching my blood spilling on the floor,drop after drop very slowly
that's just the hottest painful pleasure i have ever experienced
i feel so unbalanced,so numb
i don't know if i need someone to touch me of to shoot me to know that i'm still alive
but i know i won't stop
i'll cut myself and fuck the wound
i'll lick my blood for all my pain
Sobriety is beyond a horizon for you,
One u won't be alive to even get to.
Your mind is set to be dead in 10
Years, my fears, my tears,
don't matter, your emotionless, here.
My bothersome phone calls,
"I'm just checking in"
"Yeah, I don't care"
I can't ever win.
My eyes are taped open,
horrific afbeeldingen replay,
and even when I close them,
they're imprinted in my mind,
they're there to stay.
Blackness engulfs me,
like a whirlpool of nothing,
Your arch nemesis,
Your pal,
Your meaningless suffering.
Why do u do this,
to yourself, and to me?
I don't get why u mess around,
just let yourself be!
One u won't be alive to even get to.
Your mind is set to be dead in 10
Years, my fears, my tears,
don't matter, your emotionless, here.
My bothersome phone calls,
"I'm just checking in"
"Yeah, I don't care"
I can't ever win.
My eyes are taped open,
horrific afbeeldingen replay,
and even when I close them,
they're imprinted in my mind,
they're there to stay.
Blackness engulfs me,
like a whirlpool of nothing,
Your arch nemesis,
Your pal,
Your meaningless suffering.
Why do u do this,
to yourself, and to me?
I don't get why u mess around,
just let yourself be!