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The night was warm. Tomas sat alone next to an old tree that was black and covered with soot. He was looking at a charred photograph. A tear slipped down his face and onto the picture. The picture was of a young girl and a boy. The boy was Tomas and the girl...The girl was a great mystery to Tomas. All he knew was that he loved her and he regretted what had happened to her. Not that he knew...The girl had appeared one day on the riverbank, in the spot where Tomas often sat. She had had long hair that always appeared to change color and her eyes and been wide and full of...many things. When Tomas had first laid eyes on her all he had seen was a little girl(who appeared to be around 10 or 12) who was dirty and wearing rags. He had taken pity on her and asked her name. She had stared at him with her bright round eyes but hadn't said anything. He had asked her name again. Finally she had answered. "My name is whatever you wish it to be."This odd statement had seemed a bit ominous to Tomas, but he decided to play along. He had looked into the river and tried to think of a name. The only name that appeared in his mind was his sister's. But...his sister was dead.Tomas had taken a deep breath and turned toward the girl."Alena. I shall call you Alena."The girl had smiled and nodded."Your sister is happy where she is Tomas. I am honored to take on her name."Tomas had looked up when when he heard his name. He had not told the girl what his name was. And he had never said anything to her about his sister. But all the same, this girl seemed to give him comfort. He had smiled and turned back toward the river. Alena had walked over and stood next to him. "I am more than you think I am." She had said. Then she had taken a great dive into the river. The splash had been huge and had frighened tomas. He had backed away keeping his eyes on the river. Then, all of the sudden, Alena had popped her head out of the water and smiled. She then had climbed up the riverbank and stood up in front of Tomas. He had gasped as he looked upon her. It was after she had jumped into the river that Alena's true form had became apparent. She had no longer looked like a child. She looked older and her hair had taken on a colorless sheen. Her eyes had been like the river and her body had moved with grace and smoothness.Alena had walked over to Tomas and had taken his face into her thin hands." I am yours Tomas, I love you and you have always loved me." she had said. then she had moved her body closer to his and kissed him.when the kiss ended Tomas had stood appalled with his hand on his lips. He had no idea what she had meant by having said he had always lobed her, but he knew that the words had not struck any indifferent feelings toward her."But...I've never seen or heard of you before..." He had said shakily.Alena had smiled and sat on the grassy ground. She then had patted the spot next to her motioning tmas to sit down next to her. he had done so, sitting as close as possible to her. She too had moved closer to him and put her hand through his hair. she had kissed him again and then had looked off into the thresh of trees that lay before them. "I am the air, the trees, the river...I am a fairy of the earth. I have always been with you, but now...now i can finally be alive with you." An odd look of sadness seemed to have appeared in her round eyes.tomas had looked at Alena. He had not noticed anything."You...you are the fairy i had wished for when i was a little boy...arn't you?"Alena had nodded."I remember that day well," she had said, a smile on her lips." You had been in this very spot by the river, crying. I too had been by the river, but i was young and still a free being. When i saw you, i knew that i needed you to complete my existance. So i planted the book of the fairies in a spot where i knew you would find it...and...you did."tomas had smiled and he too remembered the day."I hd looked through the book and campe upon a spell for the freindless. At the time i remembered that i had no one at my side, no friends, just my aunt Mary. I remember following the spell and doing everything it told me too. I thought that it hadn't worked." Tomas had said laughing.Alena had rubbed his arm reassuringly and smiled."But it did work. You just weren't patient enough." they had kissed again and fell back onto the grass.That day had been the start of a wondrous dream. tomas and Alena had spent every waking moment with each other; it had been in that time period that pictures had been taken. tomas thought about all of the other pictured he had had of Alena. The fire had taken them. Tomas remembered the dreadful night that he had lost Alena.They had been in the forest dancing to the music of the birds. The sun had been low in the sky casting beutiful streams of light and shadows throughout the trees and onto the forest floor. the river had been sparkling and even the water creatures had been dancing and joining the party of the wilderness. But...then the weather had taken a dreadful turn. Dark cloids sprang over the sun and thunder rolled across the sky folowed by streaks of lightening.Alena d broken away from Tomas and had begun to run away. Tomas tried ot follow her but for some reason an unseen barrier kept him from running to her. Then the forest had caught on fire! tomas had screamed as he watched the forest burn. he sat in his invisible box, his only comfort being an old tree. the top of the tree had caught soot and other debris from the fire but the bottom of the trunk was protected. Then just as fast as it had happened, the storm ended and the fires disappeared. The forest was ruined. The barrier that had been protecting Tomas was goan and her began to look around. He had called out for Alena and searched for her for hours. It wasnt until night had set in that Tomas had realixed that Alena, who was the forest in a certain aspect, had disappeared alon with everything else in the fire. he had howled in pain and anger. Tomas was now, one week later, sitting by the old tree loking at the one photograph that her had carried with him. Alena had had the others. the pain was not as strong, but once again, Tomas felt that a part of his heart had been ripped away form his body. He fell asleep against the ress and dreaed of the happiness he had found with alena.When the sun arose the next morning, Tomas woke up and felt something soft on his face. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked about himself and couldn't beleive what he was seeing. He stood up and laughed with joy.The forest had begun to rejuvenate itself!! Green grass was growing on the ground and leaves were sprouting from the trunks of the burned trees. flowers and insecs were starting to thrive once more. small animals and deer were running about jumping and celebrating. Tomoas smiled and her felt and osdd sense of relief and happiness steal over his body. Tomas looked up to the tree that had survived the fire along with him. Its branched were laden with flower and fruit, and...what was up in the tallest branch? A figure clad in white fell from the branches and into Tomas's arms."Alena!"

Once again...I was pissed.







~*FOREVER HIS*~ Written by Lestatslittleslave "Please....please, just kill me...." I ignore her pleas.That bitch, here I am giving her an eternity to live...Of course I won't kill her...she is to be my bride. "Please...I can't...I never could..." "You will love me. I am the only one you have now." I circled around to her chair. My eyes followed every curve of her body. The flawless bldy I had strove to keep so. She started to lose her mind. "let me go! I'll Hurt myself. I'll, I'll kill...you! I'll-" I kneeled before her and pressed my lips against hers. She tried to resist me, oh how she tried. I kept kissing her and eventually she kissed me back. Just to apease me of course. It was a little game I liked to play. I smiled and backed away from her. "I can heal wounds." I told her. "Liar." "What? I didn't quite hear you my Love." She snapped her head up and stared wildly at me. "LIAR!!" She screeched. she strained against the rope around her waist."LET ME GO!!" I swooped upon her harshly, raking my nails against her creamy skin. She screamed in obvious pain and horror. I smirked as she grasped her neck. he schreeching tose even higher when the blood smeared on her slender hands. I waited a few moments, then I cradled her head gently in my hands. I tilted her head and lapped at the wounds. She moaned. After the scratched were clean, I bit my tongue gently and let my blood fall onto her sliced skin. Not even a minute later, my tongue headed and so had her neck. I stared deep into her eyes and took up her bloody hands. I licked up the blood. then I placed her hand on her own neck. She gasped when she found the wounds healed and no blood. "NO....no..." She whimpered. "Yes....darling. You are mine. Forever..."

another Story I wrote a while ago. I was pretty pissed off at the time.





~*Daddy's Pistol Gun*~ Written by Lestatslittleslave The pale colour of her face frightens him. Her eyes are frozen in a smile, her mouth open slightly in shock. It was only supposed to be a game, just a game. He reaches out his small hand to touch her face. "Mama...." He whispers, blood smears on his fingers. Bank robber, he just wanted to play bank robber. Mamma was the bank, he was the robber. Daddy's pistol gun lays next to his bloody fingers. he remembers what mamma had said: "don't you touch Daddy's gun, Bobby. Don't you ever.." He remembers... Daddy had brought the pistol gun home for saftey. "We live in a terrible place, Bobby." Daddy had said. Daddy always kept the pistol gun on the tallest shelf. Daddy told him to never touch it. "Don't touch my gun, Bobbyboy. Don't touch Daddy's gun." The next day had been Bobby's birthday. Daddy had brought Bobby home a pretend pistol gun. He thought it would keep Bobby from touching the real pistol gun.The pretend pistol gun looks just like Daddy's. Bobby feels a sick sense of dread in his tummy. He remembers how he had asked mama to play bank robber with him. She had said yes. He remembers seeing his and Daddy's pistol guns laying on the table. Daddy had been and stil is in the shower. Bobby remembers getting confused, he had just grabbed on e of the guns. Then it all happened. He's crying. "You win Mama!" He sobs. he picks up the pistol gun. he wants to be with mama. he lays next to her, and puts Daddy's pistol gun next to his own head...

This is a Story that won first place in my county fair. Please enjoy it....don't steal my ideas.







~*Whispers*~ Written by Lestatslittleslave A young girl of about fourteen sat near the riverbank watching two young lovers nearly concealed in the trees. A single tear slipped down her face and she turned away as they silently faded from reality. She wondered if she would ever feel so beautiful and loved. She wondered if what they were feeling was real. She picked up a smooth stone and threw it in the river. She watched the ripples waft delicately into circles before silently standing up. She then, ever so gently, tiptoed from the river and left the woods. She could faintly hear the two young lovers laughing gaily and whispering sweet nothings in each others ears While she walked through the town, the girl peered at her reflection in the dusty windows. Her dress was stained with mud and covered with many small holes and tears. Her hair, once so licentious and blond, was streaked black, with clumps of dried dirt. Her face was grimy with vertical lines showing the frequent paths of her tears. She moved away from the window but stopped again for she was gazing upon a young boy and his sister with their faces pressed upon the glass. They were apparently feasting their eyes upon a sweet shop. The boy held a small copper coin in his hand. They were speaking but the words were faint and echoed. The sister slowly turned toward the girl and their eyes briefly met, then the boy and his sister slowly vanished, leaving the girl alone once more. The girl walked along, trying to ignore the past, the memories that were bombarded upon her. Soon, she broke out into a run, her hands over her ears, blocking out the voices. When she stopped running, she came upon a house. A house she knew quite well. The girl looked up at the sky and felt mourned that it was black and without light, as it always was. She often hoped, that someday, soft rains would come and rid the sky of filth and pollution, and bring back the sweet memories of the earth before. She turned back to ward the house and had a sudden urge to enter it. Yet, at the same time she felt a more powerful urge not to enter it, that something evil was there, waiting in the shadows. The girl quickly made her decision. She walked up to the old stone steps and up to the door. She tried the handle, it was rusted and old, it opened easily. She entered the house. She gazed upon the scene before her: the maid bustling about, the boy and his sister playing tag. The two lovers were there, the girl moving her hands in an exaggerated fashion, to a much older woman and her husband. Then it all faded away, and the Young girl found herself looking upon the dusty floors and the crumbling magnificent staircase. The windows were dusty and the furniture, once so grand and noble, were covered in must and moth eaten fabric. She stepped in to the house and immediately swallowed a mouthful of dust. She coughed and coughed but didnt leave the spot. She knew her body would adapt to the new air source, the air that smelled faintly of some sort of gas. The girl walked to the tables and fingered the bug eaten table; she faintly saw the outline of a family dining there, before it all faded away. She moved along to the next room, a library. Books were strewn everywhere, as if they had been left in great haste. But the girl knew that the young boy and his sister had created this mess. But they had never returned to clean it up. The girl bent down and picked up as many books as she could carry and began returning them to the shelves. She knew exactly where they went. When she finished, the girl went back out into the dining room and gazed up at the once magnificent staircase. She walked over to it and rested her hand on the railing. She looked down and found herself in a clean blue dress, her hair flowing sweetly down her back. She took al step forward and walked elegantly up the staircase. She heard a scream. The girl opened her eyes and found that she was clinging onto the old railing for dear life. Her leg had plunged through one of the stairs and was dangling helplessly, blood dripping from a jagged cut. She hoisted herself up and slowly walked the rest of the way, keeping her eyes on the floor, looking for rotting wood. It was only when she reached the top of the staircase that the pain hit her. She moaned and slumped to the dusty floor grasping her cut leg. The blood smeared on her fingers and she gasped feeling a new wave of tears cascade down her face. Working frantically, she ripped a part of her dress and wiped her tears with it. Then she wrapped it tightly around her leg, sobbing as the salt from her tears made it sting. After bandaging her wound, the girl stood up gingerly, and felt relived that the pain had subsided. Then she continued walking through the house. She walked and visited each of the rooms, watching the faint echoes of those that had once lived there walk about, speaking silently. The girl wished she knew what they were saying, although she knew that she had heard them before. Soon enough, only one room was left unvisited. A large white door covered in painted blue flowers stood at the end of a hallway beckoning to her. She slowly walked toward it her breath coming in short gasps. When she reached the door, the girl opened it. A flood of memories crashed together in her brain, but the one that appeared before her made her heart hurt. The little sister was sitting on the husbands lap, silently sobbing. The husband had his hand in a place it shouldnt have been; he appeared to be talking softly to her. The girl looked away as the husband started to kiss the child and she saw the little boy hiding in the open closet, he too was crying. The girl knew that he wanted to help his sister, but he knew that he would be beaten if he made himself known. The girl watched as the little boy buried his head in his hands, trying to block out what he was witnessing. NO! Why did you make me do it Daddy? Why? The girl opened her eyes and found she lying on the floor screaming in agony. She got up and collapsed on the bed that had once been so quaint and pretty. It sagged beneath her weight causing more dust to rise up and envelope her. She got up from the bed and continued to explore the room even though she knew it would bring more painful memories. She walked softly over to a tiny desk and sat at the tiny chair. She slowly opened the drawers and found what she had been expecting: a tiny white diary. She opened the pages and found that most of the writing was illegible. However as the dated grew larger, the writing improved and the girl was able o decipher one of the entries. March 15, 2012 Dear diary, Daddy tells me that he loves me and that is why I has to touch him. Today, I learned in school that what Daddy does is bad, but I dont want him to be taken away from me, I love Daddy too. Lindsy and Thomas want to get married, Lindsy has a babby in her tummy, but it makes Daddy mad, I like to feel Lindsys babby. Daddy told me that all the babys that Lindsy was ever gonna have were gonna be bad babbys. I asked Daddy if I was a bad babby and he told me I would always be a good babby if I obeyed him and mommy. Mommy doesnt like me and Daddy spending so much time together, she makes me do stuff with her all the time, but I dont mind, sometimes I gets worried that daddy will tell on me and say that im a bad babby cause I didnt listen to Mommy. Today Lindsy told mommy she and Thomas was gonna get married, mommy wasnt to happy but she was glad they was taking sponsibility. Me and bobby went to the candy store today, his friend jonny gave him a penny and we wanted to get some sweets, I didnt have no money but bobby was nice and shared his gum with me. I has to go now but I will write more latter, Love, Mira The girl closed the diary and tried to hold back her tears. Then she opened to the next entry, which happened to be the last: March 18, 2012 Dear diary, Today mommy found out what daddy was doin to me, she was really mad. Mommy got a knife and tried to hurt daddy but I stopped her. I was sad that what daddy ahd been doing was wrong and a little mad at him too, but I didnt want mommy to killhim. Today I sat by the river and watched Lindsy and Thomas do stuff. Some stuff ws like what daddy had been doin. How come they could do it but not me and daddy? It made me mad. Diary, I have to do a terrible thing. It makes me sad, but I knows that I has to do it, for everyones own good. Dont worry diary, you will be safe, safe forever, ill come back for you someday Love, Mira The girl closed the diary and felt at a loss. She knew what happened next. She turned toward the rest of the bedroom and watched the sister, Mira, clamber about with a small dome that she had found in her Daddys antique stuff. Mira knew what was in it and what it would do. Mira was packing a bag full of clothes and food. Then she put a mask around her neck. She had wanted to make sure everything went according to her plan. Mira left the room and the girl followed. The girl watched at the top of the stairs as Mira called for her family to come into the dining room. They appeared silently, slowly, with confused expressions on their faces. Then without warning Mira put the mask over her face and opened the dome. Yellow smoke poured out of it and the girl watched as the family silently screamed and tried to run for their lives. But it was too late. One by one, they fell to the floor with vacant expressions. The husband was the last to die, and Mira made sure he was looking into her stone cold gaze. I HAD TOO DADDY! I had too! You made me do it. you and Mommy. The girl opened her eyes and found that she was laying on the floor sobbing. The house loomed over her and cast its shadows over her, accusing her. She stood up and shouted. YES! Its me! IM MIRA! I did it! I killed them! She screamed but quieted as she watched her younger self leave the gas filled house. She watched as the bodies faded and a crime scene lab arrived, (all wearing masks) and with them they carried a struggling Mira into the house. They forced her to look at the bodies, and at the fading yellow gas. They seemed to be yelling at her, asking her why she did it. The younger Mira refused to answer, so they took her a way. Mira sat at the top of the stairs, the ever-present tears once again slipping down her face. She knew where they had taken her: To the mental institute. She knew that she was crazy and had escaped because of this. She knew that she was insane, yet she also knew that she was normal on the inside. It had been seven years since she had been taken away after murdering her family. Yet she had not expected the entire town to be deserted. The gas must of spread, she thought, as she walked slowly down the stairs. I must have killed more than I had intended. Mira went to her Fathers antique room and over to an old chest. She opened it and once again found the war supplies. She pulled out another dome. Then she walked back into the dining room and positioned herself right where her brother had been, right where he had lain. She lay on the floor and kept her eyes open. She opened the dome and waited for the gas to spew out, but it didnt. She gasped and scrambled to pick it up. It was open, but it was empty. Mira screamed in agony and mirth. But she knew she had no choice. She went into the kitchen and tried to find a sharp object, anything that would pierce her skin, but it was all fading away. She screamed and screamed and screamed. A team of people in white lab coats rushed to her aid and put a sedative into her veins. As her vision became foggy, she saw an older woman by the window, talking to a doctor. Then her eyes closed. How is she? The older woman asked the doctor anxiously. She seems to think that she killed all of you. What your husband did to her, strained her mentally, she keeps dreaming, and her dreams mix into her reality.I am afraid that it is going to be a few more years..possibly never, before we are able to bring her back into complete sanity. The woman nodded and a single tear slipped down her face. I understand doctor. Please let me know if she makes any more progress? Will do maam. Will do. The doctor and the woman turn away from each other and go their separate ways. The Doctor knows that that would be the last time her would ever see the woman, and the woman knew that the doctor knew. Yet neither of them acknowledged the fact or tried to change it. The continued on with their daily lives and ignored the young girl that would have had so much potential, had anybody tried to discover it.