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Title: I Am Death
Genre: Vampires!
Author: Lyss
Author's Note: this is based off of my favourite charrie I ever made. she's made of awesome. for serious. btw, dialogue in italics was written by my bestie, kaity. =) she's also made of awesome.

I am dead. I... Am... Death…

Both statements true. I wasn’t born this way, I swear. I was not such a caustic being, before, but it’s how I ending up, you see.

I stumbled across death one night, and it treated me with ease and care. But, what would come of me would be my ultimate demise…if I hadn’t chosen this – Death. It would be a fate that would lead to my arrogance and lethal actions.

I am toxic, poisonous, and destructive.

I am temptation…and sin.

And, to anyone found wanting, I am a curse.

Never have I been normal, fore really, what is normal? Does anyone know? I have never been like you. Yes, I was human at a time too long ago, but never like you. I have lived in martyrdom, but that is no more. Why? Because, my friend, I am dead – Death. And death does not live, it kills. And kill, I do. And death does not regret, it laughs...Laugh, I do.

My suffering was never spoken. I could not speak it. A harsh reality I lived in, where loved ones were tortured to their own ending. And, I bet if I could read your mind at this moment in time, I would understand that you want to know; know how I, Rowan Donovan, ended up as this – Death. So, for the first time, I will speak of my misery, but know this…

I do not suffer any longer, nor will I ever again.


This is how it all began.

This is my story.

My life – My death.


I was born, Elisheva, on an evening such as this; where the stars shone bright and never ending. It occurred in Israel. My father was Eliyyahu, and my mother was Na’omiy. I say “was” because they are no longer living, they are dead. Tsofiya is my dearest and only sister who lives like I, in death.

Lying in my bed, I could hear those men coming for us. Soldiers in the dark, with such menacing stares, made us watch the oblivion of our parents. My mother screamed as the flames overtook her body, burning it to the core. If Hell existed, I believed a fate such as that could be no worse. As for my father, he was cast into a pit, while they whipped stones, mutilating his being. That death consumed them centuries upon centuries ago, and I mourned in silence.
 
Tzofiya clung to me; I could only try to drown out their screams by covering her ears. I looked in her emerald eyes, daring not to speak, but tried to explain the strength needed in order for us to live. And then he took us by our hair. That soldier dragged her and me to that cart and drove us to our seeming fate. Slavery.

Little did we know that that fate would lead us in two different ways. And soon enough, we were separated. Screaming for each other as they ripped us apart, I felt a sharp pain as one of the men cracked a whip against my back. With that the message was received, and I submitted myself to their dominance over me. Following orders was now my life. I worked fast and efficient at whatever they demanded. But always thoughts of my past and having lost my sister haunted me. I swore that if I ever received the chance, I would find her and save her in any way possible.

It seemed that as those thoughts echoed in my mind, it came to me. As if I was calling out for it. Death found me, and I smiled at its presence. For it was beautiful as it smiled back with a flash of its sharp teeth. And I let it take me.

I awoke from a hellish slumber days later, with a grin across my countenance. I had now become my fate – Death. I was now that beautiful creature that came in the night with moonbeams in its eyes, and I would take hold and use it to my advantage.

At first my thoughts were of revenge. I would condemn those who condemned me. But as days passed, I decided the priority would be to find Tzofiya. Hoping with all my cold heart she was not dead, but in a way unlike me. It would take years for me to find her, and that had a way of always bothering me. There would always be the possibility that I was going to be too late.

And then the plague came, and took villages like a midnight massacre. That was the thing that pushed me the hardest to find her. And had I not been so close, I could have lost her forever.

I came for her while she slept from her deadly fever. Had she not opened her eyes, I might not have seen that it was she. The disease had warped her, in more ways than one. Wrapping one arm around her, I placed my free hand to her forehead trying to cool her with my chilled hand. It did nothing and I made my decision. Tzofiya, I whispered gently into her ears, holding her close. She looked to me as if I was sent from the heavens, as if I was the light in the darkness. It is not your time to die, I gathered her into my arms and stole her away from the others. You were not born to die.

When she awoke after those three days of watching her suffer, she had no idea what had gone on. Believing it simply a dream, this was the opposite. Eventually she realized, but I could not tell her. I saved you, Tzofiya. I saved your life. That is all you need to know.

Years, and years I thought my mortal life over. Years, and years it made me more and more like this. And then, I stumbled, and confronted my friend, Death. He, yes he, killed me. And in killing me as a mortal, and being brought into the unlife by him, I was made a vampire, and would be for an eternity. I would live, or die how I was first intended. This is how I am supposed to be, and I don’t care what you think, you only need to understand. You don’t want to become like me.

I am the fallen; the unforgivable. Never will I ascend the realm of heaven. Forever, eternally I am condemned to walk this hell. This place in which you, humans call home, and treat in more malicious ways than I could ever possess.

Amen.

Title: Stunned And Bewildered
Genre: Intrigue?
Author: Lyss
Author's Note: This is a piece for a writing class that I'd like to share, it's definitely a new mind set from other stuff I've written for me.

She could not remove her eyes from his face. The words he had only spoken moments before had left her features stunned and bewildered. Never could she comprehend why his mouth could allow those horrible words to depart. Although this man that sat beside her was handsome and usually lovely to accompany, her small ears had never been so hurt by such remarks.

Anger came like a flood, tempting her to jump into the rush, but she would not be compelled. Delicate digits tightened themselves into stiff fists, wanting so much to let them stretch and wrap around his neck. She knew even with the adrenaline of her outrage she would be no match for this appallingly masculine being. The beliefs he had recently stated still lingered ever so closely and she knew now what he would do to get his message across.

He despised a woman who thought for herself and believed her equal to the male population of this country. He gently stated that he would be a man who made the women what they were meant to be. Inferior to him or any other man.

At that second, she could not count her thoughts on eight fingers and two thumbs. Her feet shook against the tile, wanting so badly to slam her hands down on the table and stomp out of the room. But she was not to cause a scene, that's what her mother always told her. Unless it happened to be surrounding an engagement, it was rude and impolite to start a scene. She would be the one embarrassed afterwards anyways.

But she told herself she needed to leave. She leaned over to him, with a soft smile, perpetuating a stricken and ill countenance. And then the words escaped, "Darling, I'm not feeling at all well, would you be so kind as to take me home?" "Certainly. Ladies and Gentlemen, it was a nice evening while it lasted." He stood from his chair, and bowed his head, taking the arm of his lady. "Au revoir!" He laughed and she let a small giggle escape her lips.

When they arrived at her home, he walked her to her door. She smiled again, brighter this time. "I'm feeling much better now." With that she slipped the ring off of her finger, and put it in the hand that had held hers. "You're not who I thought you were and I'm not ready to marry you." Her hand extended to the doorknob and twisted the metal open. He grabbed her other wrist, and pulled her back. "What the hell do you mean?" "What I mean is that until you can change, if you can, I will not marry you. Goodbye." His face was stunned and bewildered as she jerked her wrist from him and walked through the entrance and closed the door.

Title: Broken, yeah that's me
Genre : Angst?
Author:   Lyss
Author's Note:  This is me letting it all out after a big battle with uhm... someone. o.o

There is the reflection in the mirror, the image you see every day. The very same image no one else sees. Or so you think. The good days and the bad days, you can see the changes on the face. It’s amazing how different you can see yourself in another light. And you can’t believe you fell for it. Who could possibly mean a compliment to you, truly? Is there no one you can believe? Trust?

When so often you’re told many things about yourself, what is there to believe? You’ve gained weight. You’re fat. No, I’m a little bit chubby, I’ll give you that, but I’m not fucking fat. Does no one understand the impacts of those words? It’s easy to let the words get into the mind, when they’re repeated so often. It’s easy to lose the perception of your body, when all you’ve ever thought it, was fat.

You’re so pretty. You’re not fat, what could possibly make you think that? But seriously, you can’t believe that. Not when the negative is so much easier to see; believe. But you’ll complain, just to here the compliments they’ll come up with. It’s just the same old bullshit, but you like to hear it, even though it means nothing. It doesn’t change what you see, or how you feel. You’ve lost yourself.

Every single day you care. Every single day you wish you weren’t you, stuck in that body. You fucking wish you had the will power to change it all. To simply wish everyone gone and all those insults washed away from so many years past. Every day you tell yourself it’ll get better, but how the fuck do you make it better? The pills won’t help, you say to yourself. They’ll just mask it all, and you’re sick of the facade. You’ve got to get away from it all, but where do you go and how?

 You just go. You take yourself, and leave it all behind. It isn’t worth your time to wallow here. You’re intelligent. Far more than you give yourself credit for. You can do this. Go fix your broken self. Glue that mirror of seven shattered pieces back together. The mirror you must have broken before you were born.

You don’t have to stay broken forever.

Title: Something Lovely
Genre :  Sensual
Author:   Lyss
Author's Note:  Just a simple assignment meant to use all the senses. It could definitely be better, but this is the way it is. ^-^

I haven’t been here in a while. It’s been so long since these brown eyes have had the chance to see the rolling green hills that seem to stretch onto forever against a wide blue horizon. The leaves that enclose this area are already turning from their lush emerald to a worn shade of amber. My arm stretches out to a leaf above me, with only the tip beginning the transition to autumn. I can feel its veins as I brush my thumb over the surface, searching for the pulse of life.  The foliage is rather smooth to the touch, but its perfection is lost where small carvings have been notched by a tiny insect. It would seem an impossibility to find a preferably untouched leaf here under this massive maple where I sit.

As a gust of wind rushes by me, wisps of brown locks are blown across my face. Even though such an event is hard to get by and relatively irritating, there is an utter beauty in its gentle summer caress. The embrace is cool against the melting heat, and the air it carries has a fresh and rejuvenating scent. It completely awakens my exhausted senses. Not only do I smell the newly cut grass, but I can taste it. Although the aroma is lovely and reminds me of the days that had passed a mere month ago, the taste is not delicious but still leaves a wonderful essence of sweetness upon my tongue.

I would hate to depart from this haven so quickly, having seen all its glory pass by with the seasons. I wish the months to no longer advance into separate movements, for this is a perfect day of summer dreams. But some wishes are not to be answered, so fall with come with its cool breeze and warm colours, and winter will fade away any sign of life for this tree. And I will be waiting in the warmth until the spring blossoms a new life.