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Author: Ink_weaver_Heart
Title:A History

Passion. A red rose bent by the gentle wind, holds such radiance in its petals. On the outside it is innocent and beautiful, but below this façade, is a multitude of thorns; whether it is to protect itself from harm, or to supply mankind with the immortal metaphor of deception. It shows passion and holds betrayal; portrays love yet gives pain.

An immortal metaphor for an immortal being.

We have the public image of everlasting life and extravagance, yet in truth our souls are empty. We have no reassurance of a better time after death, for we are out of death's reach. We walk through time, yet do not abide by it; always evolving into the next century. We blend in to the current styles, and look no different than the person walking beside you. Honestly, how long do you think we would survive if we wore the customary ensemble? We have the appearance of the everyday stranger: friendly and unknown. But we conceal our true intentions as we hold a light conversation. We conceal our fangs behind friendly smiles. We do not look at you with our snake-like eyes; instead we gaze at you with a show of friendliness and trust.

Yet we do not have trust or good intentions (well, the intentions are good for us, not so much for you), only a calculating stare that estimates the amount of time it would take to snap your neck cleanly and walk away before anyone even notices. And by the time everyone would come rushing to see if they could offer assistance, you would be dead, and we would be leaning over you in concern also, unnoticed by anyone. Who could suspect a worried stranger with whom they conversed with as the paramedics loaded your lifeless body into an ambulance?

Here I am saying words like "we" and "us", when there is no such thing. Except for our few confrontations, there is little collaboration between us. All relations we had to family were severed either through time or our own hand. So you will believe me when I say that any relationship with another person is utterly rare.

But look, I’ve strayed from the point. The reason that this text exists is to reveal the purpose behind our apparent madness. It is not just pointless bloodshed. Nor is it out of passion. Passion is merely what is used to lure our victims. It is for survival only that we kill. Although many become entranced by the deep red blood, just as one falls in love with the mesmeric red rose. When I kill, it is out of necessity, and nothing else.
That brings me to my secondary point.

This text exists also to describe to you my numerous exploits. Being a vampire, my life has been far from boring, and quite distant from normal. I am exactly 28 years old. If you were to ask how long I have been 28, then you would receive a different answer. Three hundred years ago, I was born. During a time of war and death, a newborn was abandoned in a barren alley. Sent to an orphanage, I learned to care for myself quickly and at first chance, I ran off to be on my own. It was only a few years later that I had my encounter with Jeston. He was the Vampire who made an attempt on my life. But before he could finish me off, he himself was killed.

Since that time, I have traveled far, and accomplished much. I made council with Napoleon, and even went sight-seeing at Pompeii. Although I wouldn’t recommend visiting when I did, the weather was kind of bleak.
While in my time, I did come across an obscure piece of information, a secret so great, that if known today, havoc would ensue. What is the secret, you wonder? It is a mystifying tale of intrigue and deceit. A tale so vicious and cruel, that every bedtime story you have ever heard would strike a new meaning. Enlightenment. Destruction.

Fruit from the Tree of Knowing.

Author: lylas919
Title: The lost




Kathy lay down on her bed and looked at the picture of her husband that was away at war. His hat tipped forward and his back against an oak tree. She thought about how dearly she missed his touch, and how he hadn't responded to any of her letters, though she still continued to write them every day. Outside the rain poured down onto the black streets of New York City. A man walked by with a large black umbrella in one hand and a newspaper in his other hand. Then Kathy directed her view to a light that had just been turned on in the apartment across from hers. A woman walked in, pale and sobbing. Her face then turned suddenly toward Kathy's and she ran toward the window and shut the blinds. Slits of light still shone through them though, and she could still see her through them. Kathy had observed her often, almost every night she came in crying and screaming. Like she had lost a loved one. This made Kathy again think of her husband, Danny. Kathy began to cry. Then looked at the apartment across from her once more. Only to see eyes looking through one of the slits in the blinds. The woman had stopped crying now, and looked almost surprised by the look of pain on Kathy's face. Then Kathy blinked away her tears and the eyes had disappeared.

The Following Night...

Kathy sat down at her white desk in her small room. She knew that she needed some fresh air so she decided to take a walk. It was raining again so she took an umbrella. She started out the front door just as the phone rang. She walked over to it and took it from the receiver. "Hello?" said Kathy. "Hello, this is the neighbor from across the street; I believe I saw you crying last night and I was wondering..." the woman said in a rushed voice.”Are you alright mam?" said Kathy. "Yes, yes I am fine, but you may not be," said the woman. "What?" said Kathy? "Don't go for a walk, what ever you do-" the line went dead. Kathy looked out the open door up at the window and heard a blood curdling scream. Kathy slammed the door and locked it. "Oh my God," she said. She turned away from the door. A man stood about a foot away. Kathy backed towards the door once more. She had just locked her self in with a man that could be dangerous. The room was dark so she couldn't see his face. He walked out of the darkness. It was Danny, but his face was pure white and there was something on his chin. Blood? Kathy didn't care, she ran towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Kissing his cheek and then moving slowly to his mouth. "Kathy," he said. "Yes Danny?" Kathy responded. "You are going to die," he said. Kathy stopped kissing him and backed away slowly. "What?" said Kathy? She backed up into something warm and moist. When she turned to see what it was she screamed. It was the woman from next door. She could feel Danny's breath on the back of her neck. "Danny, I-" began Kathy. A sharp pain entered her neck as two sharp teeth made their way into her flesh. Danny wrapped his arm around Kathy's stomach and then pulled his finger along to her breast. "Go write a letter," said Danny as he stabbed her heart with a knife. The scene was a dreadful sight. When the police arrived, they're hearts dropped. For as they opened the door, a body of a woman hung above the door. Another on the floor. In a puddle of blood as red as a red crayon. The phone lay off the hook on the table. And seemingly it looked as if Kathy had lured the neighbor over to her home, hung her and then stabbed her. Then killed herself. The price she paid was not only life but her love. Most think that Kathy is dead. But there are some believers that she is with Danny, killing all the innocent people that lost their true love. Thought you'd want to know...

PLease do not rush annetia, she probably has a lot of unfinished business the take care of with Sylv's account. Finishing trades and so on, plus I think instead of waiting, we should donate. We shouldn't expect her use her own money on the prize. I really don't know how it works, but I know that she is PROBABLY flustered with all this stuff to do.
PS- I am not sucking up. lol.

Sorry. I was unaware untill after I posted that, that Sylv had left. : (

I saw that Annetia had taken over the contest only after I made the post in the WC forum. Can anyone tell me when she modified Sylvesterine's post? Both myself and Mahayr are currently trying to figure the situation out. We've both pmed Annetia, but we've gotten no response at this point in time.