Cosmic babyCosmic baby mystic lady
Riding through the sky on a dragonfly
Voodoo mistress and gypsy queen
Kissing the stars in your eyes
Did you think id let you lie awake to nothingness?
And let you dream away your pain
I'm the echo of your loneliness
And the reason you're insane
I never knew me leaving you
Would turn you this way
Given half a chance
Forever I would stay
I look upon your body through my ruby eyes
As you look down on mine
I steal the tear to fall on broken flesh
I want you this way for all time
In my coffin held against my breast
Dead heart's sweet kiss
Cold lips upon your cheek
And this is this the darkness you miss
Always been your cosmic baby
Forever the mystic lady
Se me riding through the sky on a dragonfly
Voodoo mistress and gypsy queen
In heaven I'm kissing the stars in your eyes <i>
In the arms of the eturnalThey say that the anticipation of death is worse than death itself, it makes me laugh, and how can I muse over the philosophies of mortals as I lie here in my coffin deep in the damp earth. I can hear the movement of the world around me, it's deafening in this tomb, and the pulse of the city races above me bringing an ache to my heart.
Its strange, one of the strangest feelings that I have ever experience, the death of the body, you can feel every cell giving itself over to the forever sleep, turning to dust inside you, but nothing has ever seemed to alive, the smells of the wood and the animals who live next to me, the feel of my body as it turns to dust, and the sounds oh the sounds. The pulse, the heart beat of life above me. I shed a tear; I've lost that now, to be the creature of the darkness hiding in the shadows for the rest of time, to walk the ghost roads forever.
His skin was so soft, the night was warm but he was so cold, but his skin…so beautiful, glowing against the moonli
Blood Lust chp4Chapter four
She walked, and she was angry, but was aware that her face didn't show it. What was it the doctor had told her, she was pure predator now. She could control her heart beat, facial expressions, he had made a joke about poker faces…at she had visions in her head of ripping his throat out. She didn't, but the memory of it gave her a flutter of pleasure in her stomach. She knew that if she was her old self she would be dreading going to live next to the slimy potions professor, but she was excited, and knew exactly why.
Two sixth years from Slitherin walked past, as soon as they saw her down the hall they had stopped talking and their eyes were quickly introducing themselves to the floor. Hermione knew them, and never liked them; they were in the other group of Draco's friends and were all a major pain in the arse. But as she walked past, she heard the strangest thing, as on of them walked past. She turned as the walked away, and talking to their backs she said "Come to my roo
Blood Sports chp3Chapter three
Ron turned and nodded "sure, you guys go on ahead". He sat back down on the seat right next to her on the bed.
"Ron" Her voice was back to that silken tone, it entranced him
"I wanted to say thank you to you." Her hand stroked his arm "You saved my life"
It was as if his head wasn't working, when her tried to talk nothing came out
"It was you, your voice calling me in the darkness. I knew I couldn't go with come one like you waiting for me"
His mouth was working like a fish, opening and closing. She smoothly raised her self off the bed, her flimsy gown slipping down her body showing the beginning of a rather full breast. Her other hand reached for his cheek, softly she caressed it.
"I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me" she moved forward and put her lips to his, she was like ice and fire at once. Ron felt a shiver go up his spine. Her tongue moved along his lips, Ron's mouth opened. She moved her whole body forward so fast that he didn't know when she e
Blood Sports chp2Chapter Two
Neither of them slept, sitting patiently in her room in St. Mungos, night and day the nurses there gave her potions and transfusions of Blood. It had been three days now since the attack, and she hadn't woken up. The Doctors had told them that there was a 40% chance survival of Vampire attacks. It all depended on the patient, and the Vampire who had bitten them.
"It's a simple case of wants" the graved faced Dr Kelmann had told them
"Wants?" Lupin seemed to be the only one of the three who had the ability to talk.
"Yes, you see the vampire has to want to turn them instead of just eat, which means it would have given her its blood, and then there's if she wants to live."
Ron's face went white, he ran over to her bed "WANTS TO LIVE?!!" he screamed "Of course she wants to live. Common 'Mione, show 'em, show 'em you want to live." His eyes welled up and he held her to his chest.
It was another two days before she finally awoke, pale faced and weak. Harry, Ron and Lupin had deci
Blood Sports chp 1"Is everything always so final" she asked Snape, he looked up; there was a glazed look in her eyes "Only for us Miss Granger"
In a fight with Voldemort, Hermione is turned in to a Vampire, and all that sleeps deep inside her awakens. Who can tame the hunter? Not HBP compatible.
He flew himself through the door with his wand sending off curses to every corner of the room. Voldemort's white eyes screamed at Harry in the darkness and dissipated. Harry's scream was primal; Lord Voldemort had once again escaped.
He had forgotten that he had left Hermione, Ron and Lupin in the Hall of the house fighting some of Voldemort's vampire lackeys, Hearing a scream and an almightily crash sent him running in the dark back to them. Lupin was fighting with the last as Harry got to them, a shot of pure light left Lupin's wand straight in to the heart of the vampire. The smell was disgusting as the Vampire instantly combusted. It ran in blind panic before collapsing on the grou
Man in the Mirror -chap 2-
There she was directly in front of a mirror, or what she thought was a mirror, except there was a man inside it. He was tall; his blond long hair fell across his face and cascaded down his shoulders. It gently curled its way down, reminding her of snakes faming his face and covering his powerful ice blue eyes. They were soft in the own way, with a look of sadness. He held his hands out to her, it was like a television set, she could see that he was 3D, but was trapped inside.
She pulled herself away from the body, and stepped towards the mirror, her green eyes captured in his stormy blue ones. She could see her reflection in the mirror; it was the strangest thing as if he were standing just ahead of her instead of the mirror. She stopped just a step from the mirror. His fingers were pressed up against the barrier she could see the fingers had turned a shade of pink where there was pressure. Slowly she moved her fingers to touch his, or rather touch the mirror. Her heart began to beat f
Watch yourself, in the mirror over there, face yourself and follow your eyes to the floor and see the body that you put there.
Do you see the blood?
Whose is it?
It's staining the carpet and seeping in to the walls and travelling up them, painting your life.
All you can see is your reflection, and time stands still as you grow older, more pained and rigid. Your body turns on you, poisons you as age sets in.
You see yourself, but who is it?
All you know is the eyes. And even they have waned a little, the lights almost out there.
Your heart is steady, though your pulse sends you in to spasms, the mirror changes. See your love there, and you hate, see the fire you once made in the garden where you burned their bones and the smiles on their faces and they turn to dust.
You know that will not be your luxury, left to age for ever, death so close, the other side of that mirror.
Their laughing at on the other side, their secret joke is you; they knew your path and wou
'Forgive me father'
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been…a life time since my last confession"
She closed her eyes and remembered her life; her mother was Catholic and firmly believed in the confessional. She never had, not until now. She had only confessed once in her whole life, the first and last time was when she was eleven years old. She had broken her mother's favourite vase and had lied to her about who had done it. She had felt bad, and it had been drummed in to her that only God could forgive sins. It was the last time because when she left the wooden box, her footsteps echoing around her, she didn't feel a weight being lifted off her, she didn't feel forgiven for lying and getting her kid brother in trouble. But that wasn't why she stopped going, there was something else.
The church that her family frequently visited was old and dusty, and many of the younger children often when missing for whole mornings while playing hide and go seek. The church was attached to the vicar's house,