Post by Lady of the Night on Jun 11, 2009 21:33:42 GMT -5
So it has been awhile since I have written anything. My user name use to be Lady Lavendar, but for some reason it would not let me sign into that account.
Anyways, this is just a little thing I thought up today. A bit off-the-wall I know. I hope I have time to expand the story more. I would really appreciate feedback
Rating: Not sure. May become not appropriate for those under 17 later down the road.
Most characters are owned by Rowling.
Chapter 1:
His voice was so loud. I could feel it vibrating off the walls of my skull. The blood begins to rush through the veins above my temple. A migraine was coming on, I could feel it. This man, Voldemort, becomes more annoying to me with each passing second. He does not come off as someone I would fear. He believes he is all powerful but so does Dumbledore. They are both perceived this way by others anyways.
The coven is meeting with Voldemort. He is attempting to convince us to join his side of the war. His magic seems to be working over my colleagues. He is promoting a huge feast. Enough muggle blood to fill our goblets to the brim; however, if we are lucky enough some wizards’ blood will be thrown in as well. This is all unappealing to me. I can arrange it so I can get my fill anytime. I don’t need some power hungry idiot handing it to me. This Voldemort begins to star at me now. He talks about how we can ‘have’ anyone we want. He rapes my body with his slits for eyes. It’s disgusting. I want to claw those snake eyes out of their sockets if the rest of the clan was not present. This thing believes he is all powerful; therefore, every woman, dead or alive, should submit to him. However, I will always be more powerful than him. He thinks that I am just a normal vampire. Vampires are perceived as powerless compared to his Death Eaters. I am not worth more to him than those werewolves he aligns himself with. What he does not know, or the rest of the coven for the matter, is that I have retained all of my magic despite my transformation. I hold the powers of both vampire and witch. I am forever immortal but I still have retained some of my humanity. I am the all powerful.
The meeting is coming to a close. Everyone is swearing to join his ranks despite the inequalities between the ranks of wizards and vampires. They receive their Dark Mark. I sneak out the back. I will not be dominated by some snakeman. Two of his men are guarding what I believed was a secret exit. I sneak up on them. Despite my best wishes, I rip open their throats then cremate their bodies to hide the evidence. I leave no flake of ash or reminisce of bone behind. I cannot afford to get caught. There are no stars out on this night. It is pitch black outside. I disappear into the night.
Anyways, this is just a little thing I thought up today. A bit off-the-wall I know. I hope I have time to expand the story more. I would really appreciate feedback
Rating: Not sure. May become not appropriate for those under 17 later down the road.
Most characters are owned by Rowling.
Chapter 1:
His voice was so loud. I could feel it vibrating off the walls of my skull. The blood begins to rush through the veins above my temple. A migraine was coming on, I could feel it. This man, Voldemort, becomes more annoying to me with each passing second. He does not come off as someone I would fear. He believes he is all powerful but so does Dumbledore. They are both perceived this way by others anyways.
The coven is meeting with Voldemort. He is attempting to convince us to join his side of the war. His magic seems to be working over my colleagues. He is promoting a huge feast. Enough muggle blood to fill our goblets to the brim; however, if we are lucky enough some wizards’ blood will be thrown in as well. This is all unappealing to me. I can arrange it so I can get my fill anytime. I don’t need some power hungry idiot handing it to me. This Voldemort begins to star at me now. He talks about how we can ‘have’ anyone we want. He rapes my body with his slits for eyes. It’s disgusting. I want to claw those snake eyes out of their sockets if the rest of the clan was not present. This thing believes he is all powerful; therefore, every woman, dead or alive, should submit to him. However, I will always be more powerful than him. He thinks that I am just a normal vampire. Vampires are perceived as powerless compared to his Death Eaters. I am not worth more to him than those werewolves he aligns himself with. What he does not know, or the rest of the coven for the matter, is that I have retained all of my magic despite my transformation. I hold the powers of both vampire and witch. I am forever immortal but I still have retained some of my humanity. I am the all powerful.
The meeting is coming to a close. Everyone is swearing to join his ranks despite the inequalities between the ranks of wizards and vampires. They receive their Dark Mark. I sneak out the back. I will not be dominated by some snakeman. Two of his men are guarding what I believed was a secret exit. I sneak up on them. Despite my best wishes, I rip open their throats then cremate their bodies to hide the evidence. I leave no flake of ash or reminisce of bone behind. I cannot afford to get caught. There are no stars out on this night. It is pitch black outside. I disappear into the night.