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To Write Hate On Her Arms; An incomplete attempt at NaNoWriMo.
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Post #1 May 2 2009, 04:00 PM AkiraAsphyxia
This is my incomplete attempt (only about 5,200 words) at the 2008 NaNoWriMo. It contains a lot of language and other somewhat adult content (no sex), so be forewarned.
Otherwise, enjoy. Comment or whatever. I don't know if I'll ever write anymore for it; I just felt like putting it up public somewhere.


Prologue

“No. I hate you. Shut up,” I muttered under my breath; I couldn’t help but hate her. That bitch was at it again, yammering and she wouldn’t shut the fuck up. I hated her. I hated the fucking world. I hated everything everyone stood for. No one would fucking take me for who I fucking am; they’d rather see who they want to see.
“Raquel, you’re so beautiful. Can’t you see what you’re doing to yourself? Drugs, alcohol, oh God, the drugs. You’re going to kill yourself. I really don’t want that. Are you listening to me? Oh, Lord. I found a bag of cocaine in your room today. And some ecstasy and cigarettes. And some other types of pills I couldn’t identify. Were they diet pills? And what about your razor blades? I found those too. You should at least try to hide those things better. God, I love you Raquel. Don’t do this,” my so-called “friend” Christine rambled on.
“And why not? I don’t give a fuck what you think. It’s my life, and I can do whatever the fuck I want with it.”
“You should. You really should. You’re going to thank me for trying to get you off of this stuff. If you won’t listen to me now, I have faith that God will guide you and help you through your mistakes.”
“God? What fucking god? God is a lie made up by those who have no hope and are so desperate for the smallest thing to barely hold on to with their clammy, greedy little broken fingers and palms. Religion is a waste of my fucking time. Like you are. Get out of my fucking life, you self-centered whore. I think you, of all people, should know who I am and what I don’t believe in. I can’t believe you even tried playing that fucking card with me, fucking cunt. Christine. What the fuck kind of shit name is that? Christ-fucking-ine. I hate you. I-hate-you. I-FUCKING-HATE-YOU. Understand me? Die, bitch.” I pulled a knife out of my pocket and unfolded it, knowing she was watching my every move. “Do you think I’m fucking kidding?”
“Ra . . . quel. I . . . I didn’t mean for y-you to get so aggriv-vated with me . . .”
“Did you not understand the words ‘die, bitch’? I meant them.” And I took my knife and slit her throat. And she bled. I blinded her by the same method, and then I jammed my knife up her tight virgin cunt and raped her with it repeatedly. Oh, yes, she screamed. I just let her die there. I only gave her what she deserved.


Chapter 1

They said I needed therapy. They said I needed rehabilitation. They said I needed more help than anyone they had ever seen before. They gave me fucking jail time. The cold stone floor of my cell caused a shiver to run through my body. Christine, that bitch. If she hadn’t gotten involved in my life like she did, she wouldn’t be dead.
“Dahmer, Raquel.” There was a grating voice speaking at me through the looking hole in my cell’s door. The door opened, letting in a blinding light and a mousy yet somewhat intimidating man. “Okay, you’re being relocated.”
I looked at him, surprised. “To where?”
“I’m not supposed to tell you.” And he left it at that.
I stood up and made sure to maintain eye contact with him. “Okay, let’s get the fuck out of here, then.”
He stopped abruptly. “Jesus, woman. Slow down. I have to cuff you and everything first. Remember, you’re still in a state prison for the murder of some woman.”
“Yeah, a woman who deserved to be fucking killed just like I did.”
“Shut your mouth.” I don’t really know what happened after that because as soon as I turned around to face him, there was a flat palm in my face.

I regained consciousness in a truck. I was handcuffed, and my head hurt like hell. There was dried blood running from my nostrils. I was alone, the cabin separated from where I was by a seemingly impenetrable wall of metal. “Brilliant.”
“What was that?” The same grating voice belonging to the man who was responsible for me being in this condition rang in my ears.
“Nothing.”
“Yes, you said something. Now what was it? Or do I have to come back there and beat the shit out of you?”
“I said ‘brilliant.’ What the fuck does it matter?”
“I’m supposed to keep tabs on you at all times, complete with a record of every word you utter. The purpose is irrelevant. Now play along or you won’t make it out of this truck alive. Your life is completely worthless to me. You treat others like shit, and now I’m going to let you see how it feels to be on the receiving end of that.”
“Jesus, man. Don’t you think that’s a little harsh? I never treated anyone ‘like shit,’ as you say. I’ve only treated them as they deserved to be treated. Most humans to me are nothing more than dogs. And people like you are the absolute worst of them.”
“I’ve about had enough of your bullshit, little girl,” the man said in a demeaning tone.
“Oh, fuck off. And where are you anyways, that you think you would be able to even scratch my skin?”
I heard a snicker and then, “Oh, little girl. I am everywhere. I see you. I feel you. I hear you. I smell you. Hell, I even taste you.” At that, I shuddered. “I can hear your thoughts but not all of your speech. Notice the darkness in here. Not even your talented bloodthirsty eyes can penetrate this ebony blanket. But mine, mine are far superior to yours. You’re supposed to be some kind of vampire, apparently. That’s kind of funny, because you’re the most pathetic excuse for even a piece of shit I have ever seen.”
I felt hot, steamy breath on the back of my neck, and all I managed to say was, “Prove it.” There was a rustling about five feet away, in front of me. I tensed up to the limit of my current physical condition and waited.
Suddenly, I felt an arm around my neck, muscles drawn taut. For once in a long time, I felt the blood as it coursed through this man’s veins. I waited, but only for a second. The man was apparently waiting for a reaction from me as much as I was waiting for a reaction from him. He drew his arm tighter around my neck, and I lunged my head down as far as I could, drawing blood from his exposed forearm.
The metallic, salty liquid tasted so good. He screamed in agony and tried to shake me off, but I just kept drinking. I guess he had accepted that he couldn’t dislodge my canine teeth from his forearm, and I probably wouldn’t stop drinking until I had consumed every last drop of blood in his body. He laughed in my ear and whispered to me, “You’re kind of sexy when you’re sucking on me.”
That was it. I took my right arm and jabbed it, as hard as I could, into his abdomen. He screamed once again. I felt blood on my elbow, and then I realized how strong I had become by drinking the small amount of blood I had been able to gather from this man. I released my jaw’s grasp on his arm and let him fall behind me. Laughing, I asked him, “So, am I still a ‘pathetic piece of shit’?” He just growled weakly, knowing that I had sealed his fate and ended his life.
The truck skidded to a stop, or so I think. At least that’s what was reasonable because the driver opened up some one-way door between where I was and where he was. Wordlessly, he pulled a gun out of a holster on his vest, aimed it at me, and cocked it. His expression was fierce; however, I didn’t know whether to interpret it as hatred or fear. I stood, waiting for him to make his attempt. We exchanged stares for the longest time, so it seemed. He was trying to anticipate my moves, while I was just waiting for him to make some stupid move that would make him more vulnerable. I twitched slightly, just to see if it would provoke a reaction from the driver. His facial expression tightened, and I could see that he was scared shitless. Apparently I appeared dangerous to him. Yeah, I had just killed some other psycho freak who I guess worked with him and another stupid broad who got me into this mess in the first place, but I’m not insane.
The driver bared his teeth, and I thought I saw that he had fangs like mine. He growled, and I shivered. There was an understood message there; basically, he said, “Shut the fuck up, sit your ass down, and let me fucking finish what I’m doing here, you dumb cunt.” And I did just that. Because, maybe that guy didn’t seem like he was the type of person – or maybe vampire – I would want to cross. He probably couldn’t kill me, but he sure as hell could fuck me up pretty badly.
So he drove. And drove. And drove. And I don’t know how long it took, but the driver seemed to take forever to get us to wherever I was supposed to be; which, may I reiterate, no one had given me even the slightest clue as to where I was being taken. When the guy finally got me to wherever, the doors on the back of the truck were thrown open, and, I swear to god, I felt like I was on fucking fire. The driver came up behind me and shoved me out onto the ground.
The landscape around me was surprisingly lush and beautiful. It looked like I was in a clearing in the middle of a pine forest. Not more than fifty feet away stood a large facility constructed from stone and wood. It actually looked like it belonged there, and it really didn’t seem very quaint or old-fashioned either. A wooden sign declared that the facility was to be known as “Forest Peak Asylum.” So. They thought I was too crazy for the fucking jail facility to handle, and so they had to send me here? Ha.
There was a guard dressed all in black standing over me, waiting for me to recover. I looked up at him, and he smiled. Just like the teeth of the driver of the truck I had just been held captive in, his canines were slightly longer and more pointed than they should’ve been. I shuddered, and he looked at me curiously. While standing up, I noted the perfection of his body. His muscles seemed to be chiseled from the finest stone; he looked like he had not one extraneous ounce of fat on his frame. However, he didn’t appear fit, per say. The guard could have been a highly successful male model if he had chosen to pursue that profession.
He continued smiling at me even as I stood before him, awkwardly. His smile wasn’t creepy; it was borderline perfection, just like the rest of his body. As soon as the awkwardness became absolutely unbearable, he took a breath and said, “Hello, Raquel. Welcome to Forest Peak Asylum. My name is Dr. Matthew A. Thomas, and I will be your psychiatrist.”
My psychiatrist? At this beautiful place? I wanted to say something along the lines of “You’re beautiful. And you’re a vampire. How did I get so lucky,” but all that came out was “Hiiiiiiii” in the weirdest tone I had ever heard.
He seemed to be slightly taken aback by my reaction, but he regained his composure quickly. He took me by the hand, and we stepped gracefully towards this place that would, I guess, become my new home.


Chapter 2

As soon as we entered the asylum, I realized the true extent of the majestic beauty of the place. The ceilings in the atrium rose at least forty feet above my head. Intricate skylights illuminated the entry hall, completely eliminating the need for any sort of artificial light source. A large fountain circulated water in the center of the room, with assorted bright, colorful potted flowers placed on the floor with the sole purpose of enhancing the atrium’s splendor. More plants, flowering trees made from silk, accented a receptionist’s desk not far from where we stood, but there was nobody sitting there to further compliment the desk.
“Uhm, Dr. Thomas, where am I supposed to check in?”
He smiled his breathtaking smile and said, “Oh, Raquel, you don’t need to worry about that. I’ve got everything taken care of. And, really, you can just call me Matthew or Matt, whichever you prefer.” He released my hand and told me to follow him.
Matt led me down a narrow corridor which was adjacent to the same wall that the receptionist’s desk touched. To my surprise, the corridor’s décor wasn’t even remotely similar to that of the atrium. The particular air of friendliness was gone. The lighting was far dimmer. On both sides of the hall, door after door broke the monotony of the wall. Each door was labeled with a Roman numeral, with odd numbers on the left side and even numbers on the right side. Small iron bars were installed where windows could have been used instead. It appeared that the doors, the walls, the ceiling, the floor, everything was made from either concrete or some kind of metal. As we passed yet another door, number twenty-six, a desperate scream issued forth. I saw Matt smirk and coax me to continue walking.
We reached the end of the hall, and my psychiatrist unlocked and opened the door to our left, number sixty-three. Once again, Matthew took me by the hand and led me into the room. The only furniture that was in this room was a shoddy cot.
Spontaneously, Matt pushed me down onto the cot, and started trying to remove his pants. I sat up, and he stuck his crotch in my face. I pushed him away and crawled to the opposite corner of the cot. He grinned and teased, “I like a challenge.”
I growled and bared my teeth. Matthew jumped and landed on top of me, his teeth bared as well. He lunged for my neck, and, despite my attempts to dodge, successfully planted his teeth in my jugular vein. I tried to shake him off, to no avail. There was just enough room between the cot and his abdomen for me to flex my right leg and knee him in the stomach. He released his jaw immediately, allowing me barely enough time to readjust my position in such a way that I was able to access his neck.
“Jesus, Raquel. You really should just lay back and enjoy it.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” I snarled, gathering my hands around his neck and snapping his windpipe, all in mere seconds.
Matthew’s body fell before me, eyes still open and mouth half-locked in horror.
I rose from the cot and returned to a standing position. While grabbing his corpse by the wrist and dragging it off of where I would rest, I exited the cell and walked down the hallway, past the rooms where I knew others were being tortured or otherwise abused. I threw the body into the fountain which accented the entrance atrium. Whoever felt brave enough to enter this shithole would find a very nice, very obvious surprise waiting for them. I decided to return to the hallway with sixty-four rooms and try to find others before I departed.
There was one room in particular that I wanted to examine – room number twenty-six, the room from which I had heard the screams earlier. I stood in front of the door to this room, waiting to see if I heard anything else. There was nothing. When I tried to open the door, it opened with little resistance. A girl wearing black vinyl pants and a loose black long-sleeve shirt lay on the half-sprawled between the floor and a chair equipped with straps where a person’s arms and legs would rest. She didn’t seem to be conscious, and she couldn’t have been much older than sixteen. The girl had lacerations on her bare abdomen and thighs. There was dried blood originating from her mouth, which was half-open. Her teeth . . . they were the same as Matthew’s, as the driver of the truck, as mine. She was clearly breathing but struggling to do so.
The fluorescent light overhead flickered as if the bulb was about to burn out. Since the girl was obviously a vampire, I decided she could be of use to me, either merely in companionship or finding out what the hell this “asylum” really was. I moved the girl into a sitting position in the torture chair, and she stirred momentarily.
Weakly, she muttered, “G-get away from me . . .”
I moved to draw her hair out of her face, and she gave a halfhearted swat at my hands. Wanting to gain her trust, I said very gently, “Dear, I don’t want to hurt you.”
She suddenly snapped to life and screamed, “GET AWAY FROM ME!”
I backed away from her while she flailed about in the chair, eventually ending up on the floor once again. She whimpered and drew herself into a fetal position. She probably could have hurt me as easily as I could have killed her, but I still took her by the arms and threw her over my shoulder. I carried her into the room where I was almost raped and set her down on the cot.
Again, she whimpered. “Please . . . d-don’t hurt me . . .”
With a solemn tone in my voice, I told her, “Don’t worry. I won’t.”
She seemed to calm down ever so slightly after this. However, she still reassumed her fetal position and remained still. We both had time. I let her rest until she was strong enough to sit up on her own.
Until then, I explored the facility, finding no one else in any of the other rooms. There was a far wing that was almost completely destroyed. There were claw marks and bits of splattered blood covering much of the wall surfaces. I found several corpses rotting in their cells. What was left of the flesh and muscle that once clothed the corpses’ skeletons showed very noticeable signs of trauma. From what I could make out, their wounds appeared very similar to those of the girl I had salvaged. Their teeth said them to be vampires.
Vampires. Like me. Like the other girl. But vampires, in lore, are supposed to be invincible, vulnerable only to sunlight and that other shit. I wouldn’t know about my own mortality, since, I guess, it’s never really been challenged; but . . . I killed Matthew, who appeared to be a vampire himself.
I needed to talk to the girl who lay in my room. I needed to find out why she was here. I needed to find out how she got here, what happened to her. Everything.
During my moment of contemplation, I heard a rustling nearby – it sounded very much like footsteps. I noticed a shadow entering the room I stood in; a very attractive man followed it in. He had the most gorgeous blue eyes, the kind that could make a room full of women stop in their tracks. His figure was slim while still retaining a certain high level of irresistible attractiveness. Even with his age, no older than fifty, but no younger than forty-seven, he was stunning. His slightly balding hair was made up of gentle waves of brown which were gradually turning to grey.
He turned to stand before me and greeted me. “I assume you’re Raquel?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Well, you’re certainly beautiful. Especially for being in a place like this. I heard that you had been brought here.”
“Uh, thanks. Who are you?”
“I am Doctor Gregory Cabal. I was supposed to be your physician. Like you, I was brought to this place. They forced me to work. They are here in a lesser number now, but there are still some of Them around, watching us.”
“Wait, who is ‘Them’?”
“We can’t talk about this here. It’s not safe. Were you about done with your exploring?”
“Yeah, I guess so . . . These corpses . . . there are so many of them. Do you know anything about what happened here?”
“Again, we can’t talk about that here. If you’re done, then let’s get out of here before anything else happens.”
So, we left. We walked together back through the hallways which led to the atrium. It seemed like we were the only ones here still. Yet, Dr. Cabal told me otherwise. I showed him to the room where the other girl was resting and told him about the circumstances under which I found her. She seemed to be somewhat more conscious now than she was earlier. I tried to wake her, and she stirred, mumbling for us to get away from her and not to hurt her. Again, I reassured her that we would do nothing of the sort. Cautiously, she opened her eyes and bared her teeth in a way that wasn’t exactly threatening, nor was it friendly.
Dr. Cabal and I stepped back slightly, meaning to show her that we meant absolutely no harm. But like an abused dog, she continued to show both contempt and fear, simultaneously, towards both of us. Dr. Cabal and I exchanged glances and wordlessly decided that it was pointless to try reasoning with her while she was in this state. He pulled me back into the corner of the room that was farthest from where the girl lay.
“Okay. To answer your questions, this is not really an asylum. It is a facility set up by a vampire cult known as ‘Plagues’ to destroy vampires who They feel are inferior to Them. They wish to torture these vampires and kill them slowly and painfully. They -” He stopped suddenly and an expression of intense trepidation overcame his features.
“You have told the inferior ones too much,” a dark, powerful male voice declared from nowhere.
And Dr. Cabal burst into flames. He screamed with passionate horror as he was consumed; and, as if on cue, the girl who lay on the cot sprung up into a sitting position and chimed in with the same fear-ridden scream. For a couple of minutes after Dr. Cabal had exhausted his life energies permanently, the girl relentlessly continued her scream, as if she and the physician were connected and feeling the same pain. After he screaming had ceased, she gasped heavily and began sobbing. I re-approached her, stepping over Dr. Cabal’s smoldering corpse.
“Dear, what’s wrong?” I inquired.
“I-I don’t know. I just felt this compulsion to let go . . .”
“Did you know him?”
“I don’t think so. I saw him before, but I never knew his name.”
“He . . . he might have been our only ticket out of here.” I began to break slightly as well, realizing what had just happened.
“You’re not one of Them, are you?” She asked meekly.
“No. I’m not.” I tried to regain the composure that I was losing.
“So you can get us out of here,” she suggested hopefully.
“Maybe.”
“Please. Help me. I don’t even know what I did to land myself in here.”
“You probably didn’t do anything at all. And that’s what They thought was your fault.”
“Possibly. Well, while we’re here, I should at least get to know your name.”
I smiled and said, “I’m Raquel. What’s your name?”
She smiled back and replied, “I’m Cheyenne. You have a very pretty name, Raquel.”
“Thank you. You do too. Now, I don’t see why we wouldn’t be able to walk right out the front door of this place and go on living.”
“You don’t understand. Once you’re here, They’ll keep you here until They’ve found a way to kill you.”
“Okay, sure, but who are ‘They’?”
“From what I know, They are simply vampires, like us. And They really, really don’t like our kind, if we’re really any different, for some reason. I won’t say much else though. Not until we’re out of here. They’re listening. They’re watching. They’re waiting. And I don’t want the same thing to happen to me as what happened to that guy there.” She pointed to the charred corpse that lay on the floor. “He was only a human, but god knows what They can do to vampires. I honestly don’t know what the hell was going on before I blacked out.”
“You were frantic earlier. Whatever They did to you fucked you up big time.”
“Was I? I don’t even remember being brought into this room.” She stood up and turned to face me. “Whatever’s going on here scares the living shit out of me. We need to get out, and we need to get out now.”
I turned from her to face the general direction of the door and said, “Then let’s get out of here.”


Chapter 3

Cheyenne and I left the room we had been in, walked down the hallway, and entered the atrium. The corpse of Matthew Thomas still lay before the fountain in the center of the room. For a brief moment, I thought I saw fumes coming off of the liquid that cycled through the fountain. This provoked an idea. I told Cheyenne to leave the building, and she obeyed without question.
During my exploration of the wing where Dr. Cabal found me, I thought I had seen a relatively untouched box of matches and a few large bottles of vodka sitting in a corner. I returned to where I thought it was, and sure enough, those items were there. I picked up the box of matches and put it in my pocket. As for the vodka, I took the five bottles that were on the floor and spilled the contents of one bottle in the three hallways that were in the facility. The two remaining bottles were spread throughout the atrium.
I took several airy steps towards the front doors of the asylum and stopped. I quickly glanced out the glass doors and saw Cheyenne waiting for me, several paces from the building. One last look at the atrium saw a glistening tile floor with several puddles of vodka staggered throughout. I smiled, removed the box of matches from my pocket, and took a handful of matches from the box. I struck them all simultaneously and threw them towards Matthew Thomas’ corpse. His dead body caught fire immediately. I opened the door and stepped outside to join Cheyenne.
“Now. Follow me, and we’ll enjoy its beauty,” I told her.
We ran to a distance of about five hundred away from the building, and as we turned around to face it, the building became engulfed in flame. Impossibly loud shrieks pierced the crackling sound of the conflagration. Cheyenne suddenly collapsed to her knees and clenched her hands to her ears. I must’ve blacked out about this point because the next thing I knew was two female voices trying to get Cheyenne and I to awaken.
I shivered, and I felt hands on both of my shoulders. One of the voices was asking me if I could hear her, if I could move at all. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Cheyenne. Two other girls who weren’t much older than seventeen stood at her side. One had blond hair, and the other had black hair. They were both very skinny but healthy-looking at the same time. All three girls were looking at me worriedly. I sat up, and Cheyenne and the other two girls sat down near me. The two nameless girls looked at me like they had seen me before. I asked them their names; the blond one replied with ‘Tyler’ and the black-haired girl replied with ‘Blair.’ Cheyenne explained that I could trust Tyler and Blair as they all had been very close friends when they had still gone to school. She also introduced me to them as the person who was responsible for saving her life and her sanity. Tyler and Blair seemed to be very friendly and gracious towards me yet still curious.
“So, Raquel, are you one of us too?” Blair asked.
I assumed that she meant vampire, and I said yes.
“How did you end up in this place?” Tyler queried.
I told them about Christine and how she was trying to involve herself in things she didn’t need to be involved with and how what I did landed me in jail and then the shithole asylum. All three girls seemed to take my story quite well, not in the least freaked out about my murderous ways. They said that they agreed with my actions and would have done the same things themselves.
“Now it’s my turn. How did you find Cheyenne and I out here?” I questioned of Blair and Tyler.
“We were wandering in the forest, hunting. Both of us knew about the ‘asylum’ and its location and purpose; we also knew that Cheyenne was being ‘treated’ in there. We also saw the flames, so we decided to investigate,” Blair responded.
“Have you ever met any other vampires before?” Tyler inquired.
I paused for a moment, and replied, “Well, not any friendly ones. The only other vampires I’ve met before now would be en route to coming to this place and inside of the ‘asylum’.”
“Ah, that would explain it,” Blair said. Both Cheyenne and Tyler seemed to understand what she was talking about, but I certainly didn’t.
“She means to explain the telepathic communication possible between allied vampires. Since you’ve never been aligned with any other vampires before, you would have never experienced it. Only vampires who share a common bond are able to communicate telepathically. It’s quite useful when you know you’re going to be separated from your companions for a while, as in Cheyenne’s case,” Tyler clarified.
“Yes and the only reason Tyler and Blair knew about the ‘asylum’ and that I was there was because I was telling them everything that was happening to me. The things controlling everything in the ‘asylum,’ They, don’t realize that we have this ability. It is true that They are vampires; however, we are different from Them in so many ways. It is because of Their jealousy and lust for control that we are persecuted.” Cheyenne turned to look at Tyler and Blair momentarily then turned back to face me. “The reason none of us are in school anymore is because They dominate the population, believe it or not. Most people, even normal humans, work for Them. These people don’t realize it either, which makes it even more dangerous. Vampirism isn’t something anyone can control. It’s simply a trait one inherits from their parents. Blair knows this best. Do you mind, Blair?” Blair grimaced but said she didn’t care. “They killed Blair’s parents. Her mother was a vampire, but her father was a human.
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Post #2 May 2 2009, 04:12 PM Feather
Wtf good is a story with adult content but not sex? No fun! xD J/k!
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Wtf good is a story with adult content but not sex? No fun! xD J/k!
That sounds weird coming from you. xD
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Why so? It's true, but I think you should totally try writing more. Maybe not this particular one, but at least something. ^.^
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Post #5 May 2 2009, 04:22 PM AkiraAsphyxia
I have a lot more stuff. Most of it's poetry, but I'll post more up here whenever I feel like it.
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Post #6 May 8 2009, 02:08 AM Fenrisulfr.
I thought it was done quite nicely, I have very minor complaints.

So, from me. 8/10.
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Post #7 May 8 2009, 08:26 AM Scorp
... Psst. Fen. You should probably tell what your 'minor complaints' are, so she won't make the same mistakes next time.

I'll be reading this tonight. :3
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Post #8 May 10 2009, 06:02 PM AkiraAsphyxia
Yes, that would help greatly. ^^
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Post #9 May 19 2009, 08:47 PM Flak
I know I'm being narrow-minded and stubborn, but I just can't read literature that involves Vampires or Vampirism anymore. And it's not because of that god-awful "Twilight" franchise, though it certainly was a factor.

However, I respect you as a member, and others seem to like it, so I'll chance it.
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Post #10 May 19 2009, 08:49 PM AkiraAsphyxia
I promise you, I will never write anything as horrible as Twilight. However, I understand where you're coming from. It's kind of hard for me to even write anything to do with vampires anymore, since when I write about "vampires," it's not the traditional idea from like Dracula and myths and such.
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