Evlynn
Well, I was expecting it..sort of. My parents are distant and weird and awkward. They don't talk much. Well, I don't talk much. In general. Well, ever. I mean, a seventeen-year-old eleventh grader..with bright yellow eyes and blue-black hair..who would want to talk to me. Honsetly, if anyone did, I'd run away. Literally.
Back to my point. So basically waking up to your parents saying, 'Good morning sweetheart, you're grandparents were vampires, and you are too' isn't exactly a good morning. I'm not like a old 'I Vant to Svuck Your Bluhd' vampire. I'm a..modern vampire. I don't sparkle, or burn, or do anything radical is the sun. Actually, it just makes me sluggish and tired.
As for 'amazing abilities', I can read other people's thoughts. It's not that hard. Actually, all I have to do is burn a hole through their head and see their brain.
Calm down, I'm joking.
I just focus on pagbaba their thoughts and voila, I am a mind-reader. The only problem is that it's incredibly tiring; I can only do it for about a minuto before I feel dizzy and tired.
As for the whole blood-drinking thing..I've never done that. I like my karneng hiniwa raw though. I suppose when I'm older, I could drink it. Possibly. Except, I'd be a 'vegan' vampire..I'd only drink blood from animals. I guess that's what my parents have been doing.
Another ability of mine is that I can run. And climb. My agility is better than any mortal's. My senses are heightened when I run, when I climb..I could kill someone if I wanted to. That is, IF I wanted to.
I guess I should describe myself.
Hi, I'm Evlynn. I'm 5'11"; I'm tall and lanky. But I'm not a stick. I'm insanely curvy. I'm thick even. But the weird thing is, I'm beautiful. Everyone thinks so. But I'm considered an outcast.
Highschool is confusing..
Back to me. My eyes are bright yellow. The have specks of green and ginto that light up in the sun and make it look like a whole field of wheat growing. I pag-ibig my eyes. My eyelashes are dark, thick and long; I pag-ibig the way they curl up. I wear no make-up. I believe I don't need to.
My hair is a blue-black shade. It flows down to my mid-back and is as straight as a toothpick. I usually leave it. My hair is layered thickly; my bangs are razored and curved to the side, covering my left eye.
Alot of people consider me scene or emo. I'm not. I wear skinny jeans and graphic tees. So? I'm not branded into one specific type of category of judging. Oh well. Welcome to Earth.
So. I suppose you'll want to hear how I became a ruthless killer..right?
How are the winners determined from the losers? Easy. Whoever gave in first.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a tatsulok of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a tatsulok of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
Blood Bound plot. No it is not cute, it’s not simple; it’s pessimist and frightful. The story is suggestive of Rosemary’s Baby, which does not seem accidental.
It is 2019, and we’re still exploring age-old subjects like Wicca, human sacrifice and sects. Somehow, those subgenres stand the test of time. Horror stories built around pregnancy never get old either, for obvious reasons. As saturated as these themes may be, in horror cinema these days, Blood Bound manages to impress and surprise. It’s its own thing.
I felt them start to build up
As soon as I saw him
I put on a happy face for my mom
Because she doesn’t know
That he broke my heart
She didn’t know that I balled my eyes out
She hasn’t realized that I’ve withdrawn
He says he wants us to be friends
I could barely hold them back
He asked if I understood
And I do
But that doesn’t stop the pain and anger
I blink back the tears
And realize that I was starting to put a shield up
My shield of anger
I feel the tears
As I pray
That God will help me this time
So I don’t isolate myself again
And don’t lose myself
Tears……
They come and I can’t stop them
I hate them
They are a weakness
and I can’t stop them
As soon as I saw him
I put on a happy face for my mom
Because she doesn’t know
That he broke my heart
She didn’t know that I balled my eyes out
She hasn’t realized that I’ve withdrawn
He says he wants us to be friends
I could barely hold them back
He asked if I understood
And I do
But that doesn’t stop the pain and anger
I blink back the tears
And realize that I was starting to put a shield up
My shield of anger
I feel the tears
As I pray
That God will help me this time
So I don’t isolate myself again
And don’t lose myself
Tears……
They come and I can’t stop them
I hate them
They are a weakness
and I can’t stop them
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No tuktok to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for ipinapakita 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No tuktok to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for ipinapakita 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
