"My world is devoid of hope. It's a world where all I hear is the sound of outside voices and the screams of those I kill. Where all I see is the black surface of an ocean reflecting a moon that is always a crescent, and the scarlet river that tears me in two, the river filled with the blood I have spilled. The river may not be real, but at some point, reality and imagination merge together, so you can no longer discern them from one another. At some point, it just won't matter anymore," Taylor whispered, resting her forehead against the spotted mirror that hung in her room.
How strange that humans thought Bampira could not be seen in a mirror. She had mused this before, but it never failed to confuse her. She did exist, the vividly real fact of her existence proved that much.
Filled with a sudden rage, she swung her fist into the silver oval. It shattered, tiny particles of white dust fluttering out, triangles of glass raining down on the floor.
"Breaking glass. No, no, no. I can't break glass," Taylor muttered, her breath hitching, she shoulders shaking with the sobs that threatened to escape her throat.
The tears that ran down her face were the same inky black of her blood. Why did everything have to be the same?
She gripped the edge of the vanity mesa to support herself.
Where are you? I know you're there, Taylor. I know you're alive. Breaking glass always did that to you, didn't it? Taylor looked up, startled. The voice came from nowhere in particular, it just...came.
She's heard that voice before. Where? Why was it so cryptic? Why was it coming from her mind?
"You had to leave me!" she screamed, not knowing why she was doing so. Somehow, there was anger in her voice. She was screaming at something that did not exist, a mere voice. A voice in her head.
The voice did not make itself known, no matter how she asked it.
She resigned herself to pounding the wall, in some way begging release from herself.
How did a voice hold such emotion, particularly as she'd never heard it before, she was sure.
It spoke with an air of familiarity, as if it knew her. Extremely well.
Breaking glass. Had her puso been shattered, shattered and broken like the mirror, whose pieces lay on the floor around her feet?
Broken. The word sounded so blunt, so shallow, and yet it spoke of unseen depths of sorrow and of so many hidden meanings.
Almost like a scar, a scar being traced sa pamamagitan ng someone who knew nothing of how it had come to be there.
Nothing. It sounded like an echo. Fitting, as the people who felt like nothing feel like just an echo, fading each segundo a little more. Fading like ripples, the mere proof that something had been there, but with no other reason for just simply being.
I'm fading. I'll fade if I don't find you. Taylor thought, wishing the voice could hear it.
How strange that humans thought Bampira could not be seen in a mirror. She had mused this before, but it never failed to confuse her. She did exist, the vividly real fact of her existence proved that much.
Filled with a sudden rage, she swung her fist into the silver oval. It shattered, tiny particles of white dust fluttering out, triangles of glass raining down on the floor.
"Breaking glass. No, no, no. I can't break glass," Taylor muttered, her breath hitching, she shoulders shaking with the sobs that threatened to escape her throat.
The tears that ran down her face were the same inky black of her blood. Why did everything have to be the same?
She gripped the edge of the vanity mesa to support herself.
Where are you? I know you're there, Taylor. I know you're alive. Breaking glass always did that to you, didn't it? Taylor looked up, startled. The voice came from nowhere in particular, it just...came.
She's heard that voice before. Where? Why was it so cryptic? Why was it coming from her mind?
"You had to leave me!" she screamed, not knowing why she was doing so. Somehow, there was anger in her voice. She was screaming at something that did not exist, a mere voice. A voice in her head.
The voice did not make itself known, no matter how she asked it.
She resigned herself to pounding the wall, in some way begging release from herself.
How did a voice hold such emotion, particularly as she'd never heard it before, she was sure.
It spoke with an air of familiarity, as if it knew her. Extremely well.
Breaking glass. Had her puso been shattered, shattered and broken like the mirror, whose pieces lay on the floor around her feet?
Broken. The word sounded so blunt, so shallow, and yet it spoke of unseen depths of sorrow and of so many hidden meanings.
Almost like a scar, a scar being traced sa pamamagitan ng someone who knew nothing of how it had come to be there.
Nothing. It sounded like an echo. Fitting, as the people who felt like nothing feel like just an echo, fading each segundo a little more. Fading like ripples, the mere proof that something had been there, but with no other reason for just simply being.
I'm fading. I'll fade if I don't find you. Taylor thought, wishing the voice could hear it.
The susunod day, Meggan woke up at home.Another lobo like demons sat at the foot of her bed.She rubbed her eyes, it was still there."Wh- who are YOU?"Meggan asked scaredly."I'm Outsider."The demon said, then it wandered around.Every step it made shook the ground a bit.He walked through the wall, and didn't come back.
StarBurst
The car crash changed my life. It changed so much, that i'm not even living anymore. I walk the earth as a kinderd-spirit. Dead, forever. I follow my family sometimes. At one stage they actually thought they had a mouse infestation. For the one hundredth time i'm sorry I broke your vase,Jannet. My daughter, she loves collecting china and other lovely trinkets and stuff like that. For a sixteen taon old she does have a lot. But Mike on the other hand, he loves cars,wants to become a famous race car driver. I worry for him, making his dreams so young, I did too. And look where it got me! Dead in my husband's car right in front of my kids! Of course, that was many years ago. On the road to becoming a famous song writer.
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do you use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do you do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do you use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do you do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Baby Stroller
