Loveforspikeandxande

My curiosity is a hungry beast beating on the bars of my brain begging for escape, begging to be let free to satisfy it's hunger, it's thirst for knowledge. And somehow the beast within always tricks me, tells me it's for my own good to know the knowledge it seeks. And this time, rather than curiosity killing the cat, curiosity killed me, and somehow I know there's no satisfaction to bring me back. My curiosity is an ever-hungry, immortal beast.

The tears come in a flood down my face like hot, salty river. I sit with my face in my hands listening to the hurtful words come pouring from his mouth, burning me, bursting my heart where it lays in my chest, pulsing pain through my body. "No," I whisper, the anger rising up to take the place of my sorrow and anguish. "NO!" I scream in his face, stunning him into silence for the first time I can ever remember. I stand in front of him, the man whose been my tormenter for my whole life, the man who calls himself my dad, my face still wet from the tears he pulled from me and yell in his face. "I hate you! You son of a bitch! Don't you get that

Stop treating me different Stop thinking I'll break Stop ignoring me I'm standing right in front of you I cry, I yell, I scream Why don't you see me? Stop hurting me I'm still a person I feel I bleed I scar If I cut myself will you see me then? Stop pretending nothing happened Stop acting embarassed Stop acting ashamed Talk to me Ask me why You never even asked me why Did you even care? Do you even care? Sometimes I don't think so

Silent tears rolled down her face unnoticed as she sat quietly in the church listening to the pastor deilver a nice, if breif, prayer for her mother's soul. It had been nearly a week since her mother had died and Esther had been strong through most of it, only breaking down a few times, trying hard to be strong for Shannon, her younger sister. The pastor finished his prayer and it was her turn to address those people who had gathered to say goodbye to her mother one last time. She stood behind the pulpit and looked out over the faces turned toward her patiently waiting for her to begin. Amoung those faces where her brother and sister, the o

     Draves smiled and hummed a little tune to himself as he slowly walked through his house towards his "work room." His newest prize tucked into a sack slung over his shoulder, a solid weight against his back. He'd been searching the town's bars and hangouts for days looking for the perfect "canvas" for his new masterpiece. He'd finally found the perfect one tonight in a local sleazy bar on the wrong side of town. She'd been a tall, thin woman with long black hair reaching nearly to her waist, weaved into a loose braid falling down her back. It had been too bad she'd had a mouth that would make a sailor blush, otherwise he might have got to

Fairy Form: Name: Viv Age: 17 Sex: Female Race: Fairy Height: 6.5 inches Eye Color: Shining moss green Hair Color: Honey brown at the root, becoming progressively lighter until the nearly white blonde tips. Hair Length: Down to mid-thigh Hair Style: Soft curls Clothes: winter - Baggy beige pants, spaghetti strap top and a Levi jacket summer - Baggy beige pants and a spaghetti strap top Wings: Cream colored with a freckling of dark red, green, blue, brown, yellow and purple dots. Powers: Major glamour, elemental and nature type powers, can take a human form. Personality/Past: Viv is very quiet and likes to keep to herself. She has