Monday, 13 December 2010

Part 5!

"Vampires?" I blurted out, and then immediately after laughed slightly. The woman looked annoyed an slightly angry but I couldn't stop laughing. Vampires? seriously it seemed so.... stupid. After a couple of minutes I managed to stiffen in a giggle and eventually stop. "finished?" She asked in an annoyed tone.

what so she was serious.

"yes ma'am, sorry ma'am, please continue" I don't know why I said ma'am but it seemed like a good thing to calm down her temper . To show her I still respected her and wasn't mocking her.
"like I said not quite vampires but closer to a vampire then a werewolves for example"
I nodded my head fascinated by her story. after all it was a story it couldn't possibly be true.
"so what are they like exactly"

The woman sighed and then studied my face. I didn't know what she was looking for but she obviously found it as she continued speaking.

"In this town there is two of everyone, as soon as you enter another you is made as soon as you leave that other you disappears." This other you if the evil part of you all you evil thoughts feelings combine to make a .. anti-you lets say. They look exactly like you speak like you but they don't act like you . Many of us can tell them from us because they choose to change themselves like hair colour and cloths but the most distinct recognition is they have red eyes. Some can hide there eyes some can't. These anti-yous don't eat but they do drink, they drink blood. blood of anyone really it keeps them alive, with out blood they die  But they prefer the blood of who they are. You can kill them, sharpened metals can kill us and sharpened non metals can kill them. Most people use wood as its most effective but any non-metal works. The only problem is what ever you do to them is done to the other one. If i was to scratch the anti-you you would feel the pain and also get a mark where I scratched. You can only get rid of them by leaving."

I sat there Jaw open in shock. This woman was bonkers. Down right crazy. I would have to try and get out of here before I started to believe it. Or before this crazy woman tried to kill me.  The woman looked at me waiting for my response. I smiled and then bent back relaxing.

The woman then spoke again " I know I sound crazy and if I was you I would run and not believe a word I say, but if you want to leave please do it in the morning, Its night right now. don't want you getting hurt." I smiled and shook my head and she returned the smile standing up. she was heading to the curtains. I figured she was closing them. As soon as I hear those curtains draw I run.

The faint sounds of curtains being pulled comes to my ears and I launch myself forward running to the hall. I hear the woman screaming something behind me but I ignore her bolting to the door.  quickly unlock it and pull it open. The woman is inches behind me now so I sprint out the door, across her front lawn and down the path.Everything is pitch black and I can see no more then a few feet in front of me.

But I don't need to. The woman is stood at the door glaring at me with a combination of anger and worry in her eyes. I take one last look at her and run down the street. searching for any where to stay the night or any shelter.

But I never made it more then a few streets away.

OC- Nicolette Croga

Name: Nicolette Croga

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Hair Colour: Medium brown with copper red and Blondie highlights

Eye Colour: Hazel

Appearance : Medium height, Thin and Pretty, She has tattos of falling feathers on her back.

Personality: She is Funny, Kind, Forgiving and smart but get on the wrong side of her and she can be unforgiving.

Magical Skill: Biotics (can condure up an energy blue in apperence that can throw levetate disarm and knock enemys over. Can also be used to create sheilds and exilerate healing.
Physical Skill: Daggers, She can hit opponents from far distances with incredible accuracy and Never misses her target.

Other Skills: She is a great gymnast and used to have a black belt in Jui-Jit-Zu. These skills have left her as a stealthy and fast individual who can stay silent when needed to. She can handle most guns but prefers Physical combat.

History: Nicolette learnt about the world of magic when she was 10 and studied elemental magic for 3 months. She then switched to necromancy and finding this easier continued studying it. When Nicolette was 12 she was attacked by a local necromancer looking for gas, money and food. He killed her parents but Nicolette  escaped as he didn't know she was magical and underestimated her. Nicolette found a elemental teacher and gave up necromancy because of the events with her parents. At the age of 22 Nicolette tracked down her parents killer and killed him. For 6 years Nicolette has freelanced going from Private jobs to Sanctuary work. In the mortal world Nicolette is listed as Missing.

Weapon: Dagger

Car: Koenigsegg CCXR

Need more information? Please leave a comment below and I will answer it within 3 days (this will be re-posted every month)

Funny Story :D

Before I start Cheering up a friend I would just like to say .....


Now On with the Story ........

Nicolette Sighed as she dangled upside down in the hall. It was Christmas time again and Nicolette wasn't having a good time.

Nicolette had been enjoying herself fighting bad guys hanging with her friends and then all of a sudden she had been given the week off, so here she was in her  house, dangling upside down from a Chandler. 

Why? Nicolette had needed some extra cash, with all her cash from the magical world useless she needed some real money to buy her friends and family some presents with. So she opened a baby sitters, week before Christmas adults rushed around buying presents to hide from there kids, obviously they needed their kids out of the way, so here they were in Nicolette's way.

Kallista was meant to come over to help with they young exited kids. She had come over but she wasn't helping, Oh no quite the opposite. Kallista had tied Nicolette up here and Kallista was now leading the kids screaming around her house.

Kallista came running threw the hall screaming, she was in over sized slippers, a pumpkin costume, bunny ears and had a ninja mask on. "Hey Nicolette!!! Sorry about the mess in the sitting room! And the turkey!" Kallista ran up the stairs closely followed by many screaming toddlers. "What happened to the turkey!!" Nicolette shouted.

She had spent an awful lot of money on that turkey for Christmas dinner and with turkeys now getting more and more expensive she was very protective. Kallista's head poked round from upstairs. "oh you'll see" Kallista flicked her wrist and the rope holding Nicolette up came undone. Kallista gave her a manic smile then ran off giggling. As Nicolette stood up a tiny toddler came running into her, He couldn't see where he was going as the top half of his body had been lodged inside the turkey. 

"KALLISTA" Nicolette screamed whilst running up the stairs to catch her crazy friend.

The toddlers were the least of Kallista's problems right now.

Tuesday, 7 December 2010

PART 4 - a Marshmellows journey (completly irrelevent)

The temperature of the house now was icy and the atmosphere was no longer friendly. The fire still burned but instead of friendly it now looked fierce as if it would jump off the logs and onto me as a punishment of my attempt to escape.

I had a growing urge to scream and run and lash out violently at this woman but no matter how much I tried to o this I seemed to stay walking in a straight line. It was like I was a puppet and she was the puppet master.

The woman motioned me over to the sofa. I couldn't see  her face but if it was anything like the atmosphere it wasn't nice. When the woman looked at me her face was full of blind rage so hot she looked frozen. I shivered in my seat and before I could take in any more details of her fierce face, it was gone.

As she smiled the room seemed to warm up and the house became friendly again and for the first time since I had been caught I felt relxaxed. I sat back twiddling with my fingers trying to imagine I was somewhere far away but it did no good. after around 10 seconds I sopped being foolish and looked up to see her extended hand giving me a hot chocolate.

I thanked her for the hot chocolate and took it in my hands. I began to wonder how she had made it so fast whilst taking a friendly sip, as I wasn't that thirsty, but as soon as the warm chocolaty liquid hit my tongue I forgot all about it and downed the lot.

When I finished I saw the woman looking at me with interest which was quickly replaced by smile as she noticed my smile. I smiled back and then cleared my throat preparing to ask a question.

"Whats your name?"
Th woman laughed slightly and settled back comfortably in her chair. "My name I Casandra, The real question is what is yours?"
"Courtney" I replied. I had assumed that with exchanging names I could find out how I knew her but since she didn't even know me this seemed to be going no where.
"Why did you risk your life to save a stranger like me from a fire." The woman blinked in surprise.
"I-I never saved you I found you outside on the path in the dark I knew you where from out of town because no one here is silly enough to go out in the dark because of the-"
I leaned forward waiting for her to continue.
"The What?"
The woman swallowed thinking about her next words carefully and then she sighed
" well I don't know who saved you lass but I do know your not from here and your going to find out about our towns little secret sooner or later so-"
she stopped to take a breath and then looked into my eyes
"people around here aren't as they seem there's something wrong with them, When I found you on the street I took you in before it o dark to protect them from you but when you were here I didn't know if you where one of them. I added a little herb to your tea it makes humans sleep and monsters disguised as humans never wake. That's why I listened carefully this morning when you woke I knew you weren't one, but then you try to run for it and nearly get yourself killed."

She was crazy. Completely off her head. Shame she had seemed like a nice woman but even though I knew this couldn't be true her story fascinated me. If this could even be possible I knew a Little information more wouldn't hurt.
"what kind of monster?"
The woman sat back obviously interested by the fact I had wanted to hear more and that I hadn't accused her of being crazy. This made me  feel a tiny bit guilty but I easily pushed the feeling aside.
" I'm not sure how to describe them little one but if I had to sum it up quickly I would say Vampires....

Hope you enjoyed part 4 everyone ...  here's a little part my dad added on :]

then out of nowhere she sank her teeth into my head..the puss just oooozed from my brain as I fell to the floor hitting my head

on a sticky lollipop lol (This wont actually happen , believe it or not this woman isn't one of the 'vampires')

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Part 3 :)

I woke up in utter bliss. I felt completely relaxed and fully awake for once, without a care in the world. I allowed my eyelids to flutter open to look at the white bumpy ceiling. I thought I might as well get up now before my mum came to wake me up for her jog.

But when I turned over I remembered the previous day. It wasn't a dream my house had set on fire I had been dragged away and I was now sleeping on the couch of a complete stranger. Sure I had wanted change but really? This seemed a bit to ..... much.

As I slipped my feet off the end of the sofa and sat up I found myself doubting if it was all real, even though my surroundings confirmed it. Same fire, same TV, same couch, same room. The only thing different was me. All my cuts and bruises were gone and every inch of pain had completely left my body, But before I could wonder how this I had healed so fast I heard footsteps move above my head.

Someone was upstairs. I suddenly remembered all the fine details of the person who owned the house. There gentle hands, kind personality , soft voice which I figured was a woman's, but even though they seemed nice I knew they couldn't be trusted. I remembered my plans of escape and shot up into a standing position. I peaked out into the hall to see the stair case. Her footsteps where still above me. If I went now I could make it to the door before she had even realized I was awake.


I urged myself to move forward and after what seemed like an eternity of internal conflict I moved forwards one step. The footsteps above me stopped and my head shot upwards to the ceiling. I cast back my mind to see if I had made a loud noise. As far as I could remember I hadn't. I took another step forward my stomach suddenly in a knot from the Eire silence above.

All of a sudden I had a sudden urge to either curl up and cry or shoot out of this house as fast as I had come leaving the vague memories behind me.

I chose the second option. I bolted forwards down the hallway hoping to remain silent but failing. The floorboards creaked in what my opinion was abnormally loud as if they were trying to warn their owner of my escape. My heart rate almost tripled as the unexpected adrenaline kicked in leaving my heart threatening to thump its way out of my chest. I frantically tackled the locks at the door clumsily missing many because of  the now moving footsteps coming from upstairs.

When all of the bolts were undone I threw open the door and almost threw myself out. I turned and slammed the door shut and the rested against the door catching my breath and calming down my shaking extremely quickly so the person inside wouldn't be able to catch me.

When I turned there was a woman stood directly in front of me. She had white blond hair that fell straight down her shoulders before they curled out at the ends. She had icy blue eyes and a flushed white face that seemed so delicate I though if I reached out to touch it it might shatter. She was dressed in white trousers and a light brown top that had a conjoined shirt underneath only showing its coller and sleeves up to her elbows. On top she wore a white ruffled jacket that sat perfectly on her shoulders.

As my attention focused back to her face she smiled a warm smile that seemed almost impossible with her cold features. As she spoke I didn't listen to what she said as I was to focused on her voice. I recognized her voice as the person who had brought me here. My reaction kicked in a bit to late making me flinch backward. I breathed heavily threw my mouth fear coming back to me as I stumbled against the door. The woman laughed flashing her perfectly white teeth and then spoke again. " Tried to get away did you? where did you think you would go ?  Your no longer in your old town Hun you would get easily lost and that's a very bad thing to do in this town. now please come inside, I'm sure you have many questions."

Without thinking or waning to I stepped aside from the door and allowed this perfect woman to once again lead me into her perfect house.

Thursday, 2 December 2010

The Lone Wolf - Octaboona Ambrosius

The Lone Wolf runs alone,
She runs to meet her friends.
The not quite human ones,
Who drink the blood yet leave the flesh.

She runs through the ice,
And the cold and the dark and the rage.
Through the never ending loneliness,
And the darkness in her soul.

Her friends are everywhere,
She meets with them often.

As she lopes along,
Ignoring the warnings from the wise ones.
Who know of the danger she faces.

She remembers little about them.
Only faint whispers in her minds,
And dainty tooth marks and matted fur.

By day they appear like the men folk.
But she knows when the sun sets,
Her friends become monsters.
Suave to savage.
Yet still she meets them,
Longing for companionship.
From those with no hearts.

Her friends are intoxicating.
The faint metallic taste of warm warm blood,
That throbs through her veins and pounding heart.
They murmur her name,
Which softly echoes through the air.

The name that reverberates across the ocean,
That resounds through the mountain peaks,
And resonates across the globe.
Drawing her in,
Gently, softly.
Until the monster within strikes,
By then it is too late.

By Octaboona Ambrosius - an extremly talented young poet from the blog of Derek Landy