new years eve

its time to make resolutions, to change and turn things around. smile and be happy!!

christmas eve

feliz navidad i guess. eh oh wells

me in the summer

shh...

c-can you h-hear it
its so quiet, so empty...
-where is everyone?
-why are they not speaking?
am i invisible?
non, am i not needed...
that must be it...
-may be i should leave
would  they notice me...
that im gone?
would they even care?
-i must go...
i must say good bye...-
i will light their night with stars
i'll always be there for them...
maybe its best this way...
just let everything...
SHH.....

For my oldest

You come to me with scars on your wrist
You tell me this will be the last night feeling like this
I just came to say goodbye
I didn't want you to see me cry, I'm fine
But I know it's a lie

This is the last night you'll spend alone
Look me in the eyes so I know you know
I'm everywhere you want me to be
The last night you'll spend alone
I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go
I'm everything you need me to be

Your parents say everything is your fault
But they don't know you like I know you
They don't know you at all
I'm so sick of when they say
It's just a phase, you'll be o.k. you're fine
But I know it's a lie

The night is so long when everything's wrong
If you give me your hand
I will help you hold on
Tonight, tonight

I won't let you say goodbye
And I'll be your reason why
The last night away from me
Away from me

 

For my youngest

Despite the lies that you're making
Your love is mine for the taking
My love is just waiting
To turn your tears to roses

I will be the one that's gonna hold you
I will be the one that you run to
My love is a burning, consuming fire

No, you'll never be alone
When darkness comes I'll light the night with stars
Hear my whispers in the dark
No, you'll never be alone
When darkness comes you know I'm never far
Hear the whispers in the dark

stupid

stupidity... thats all i feel. im horrid.

chapter 10 teaser

“I am dear sister, where are we?” He asked and sat up in bed. Two windows were open letting in sunlight, and against the corner was a large wooden wardrobe. There were two doors in the room and a lamp between the two beds. The wall was decorated with two pictures, one of a stern looking woman dressed in the battle gear of the ancients and the second of a man, who seemed to be her equal.

“Looking how little she is, i can guess that she’s under a year old, however...i think that she had a wet nurse, see the way shes trying to attach herself you to”? Anakah pointed out, and Isa nodded as she watched Fury try to push back her dress strap.
“So I need a wet nurse and a nanny as well...?” she asked, and Anakah shook her head.
“The wet nurse is optional, if you are powerful enough, then you can produce the require milk to nurse her yourself, about twenty-four hours after the adoption. I read it in a text book that you had in the library.” Anakah told, stroking the chestnut hair of her new niece. 
“Well I’m an enchantress, the adoption was last night so I can feed her naturally like a true momma yes?”
“Oui!” Anakah nodded. “what are you going to do with the older kids??”
Isa, vanished part of a dress, and watched with amazement as Fury le Snowdrop little mouth attached its self to her nipple. Her little hands curled around a lock of hair, and she shut her eyes.
“its amazing, Ana...you are brilliant” Isa complimented in a voice full of awe. Anakah, to her credit turned bright red.
“Oh the children, I was giving one to you and Morcant the other will be my personal servant” She ended with a smile, which changed as she saw the look on her sister-to-be’s face. “What?”
“Sister, are you going to make one of the children a servant?"

chapter 9 teaser

Isa was happy to note that Anakah looked much better, almost normal  except for the curved blade resting at her waist.  Her face at a glow to it, and her bright green eyes lit up as she looked upon Morcant. He on the other hand, held him self differently, more loosely and with a smirk set upon his face.
    “Sister!!” Anakah exclaimed as she made her way to Isa. She hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek.  Isa raised her eyebrow at her brother in question as she kissed Anakah’s cheek.
“Ana, how are you? Do you need any sleep potions anything at all?”
“Nope! I had the perfect sleep aid last night” She laughed as she took a seat next to Isa. Morcant followed behind bring her and himself a cup of coffee as well.
“Is that so?” Isa grinned “I’ll tell father to cancel the ceremony at the family manor then. Since its not needed of course”  She hid the smile behind the cup as she watched Morcant and Anakah digest what she just said and spit out the tea in shock.
“Isa.Belle!” Morcant spoke as Anakah let out a “Sister!”
Isabelle set down her mug after schooling her face to look quite innocent, “oh dear, you two made a mess. I must go check on the children and call for a nanny, tododoloo”  With that she stood up, and in her own was, skipped out the room in search for the nursery.  She couldn’t wait to see Fury le Snowdrop in the light of day.

    Lilium walked down the hall in a mood, her hair was pulled back into a single ponytail and she was dressed in the correct uniform.  No alterations, and even the optional tie was added. Her eyes flittered over to the other students in the halls, before turning into her class room. This class like all others were talking in whispers about the fire and the absence of Isa Loma.  Most of the talk has been what angered the Loma family to the point of total annihilation of a family line.   Lilium, sat at her desk, brushing the air where her hair would normally lay, and sighs. She wasn’t jealous of the attention Isa was getting from not being at school. It was just that is was different, Isa is normally invisible to all but a few people, and Lilium preferred it that way. Isa was her smart, brilliant yet slightly scary, invisible friend, not anyone else's. Well maybe the two boy toys that were apart of the team but no one else. Lilium had a feeling that Isa was growing up with out her, it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. It was strange and seemingly made her angry. Without warning or cause she struck her newest call across the arm with the ruler she had in her hand. The girl bit her lip so that she wouldn’t cry out in pain, and the instructor looked at Lilium with a question in his eyes. He held his tongue, there was nothing he could do to help the girl sitting on the floor next to one of his best students in mathematics.  He closed as he saw Lilium prepare to hit the girl a second time while working on a problem. There was a red mark left on her skin as she removed the ruler. The quite mutters in the class he realised were either about the Loma family or the abusive nature of the Nexus girl. 

WINTER HOLIDAY

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teaser for chapter 8

Isabelle skipped to the courtyard, dragging her captives behind her, the rest of the family, form the mother and grandmama to the youngest child.  they were all tied up, in magically reenforced ropes, made from their own drapires. Isabelle stood by the fountian, and sat, on the edge, while directing her captives to sit in the grass or the tile court. She really didn’t care, as she had a firm hold on their bindings. She looked down at her dress, and smiled at the newest red patterns.  Even splatters of blood decorated her exposed skin, she gave her captives a small smile, before humming a small lullaby.
“Shh... don’t cry little one” she cooed to the youngest child. Barely one, and she was justly irritated. Pulling the small child’s binding, she brought her up and held her on her lap.  The babe looked up at her, her eyes wide as she leaned against Isabelle and started sucking her thumb.  “No crying, it will be all over soon dear heart” Isabelle cooed.
“Get your paws off my daughter you demon” the mother spat, working over her fear to a rage. 
“Shut up you, whore of a dog” Isabelle snapped at the lady, nay, the former lady of the manor.  Shifting her body she rocked the little babe in her arms, with a smile. The child was so innocent, so perfect. That instant Isabelle wanted her for herself, the child would be her own. 
“Listen you daughter of a demon’s whore” The woman began standing up, “I want you to keep your blood filled hands off my daughter...if you don’t i swe...” Her tirade was cut off as two throwing knives made their way to her stomach. Isabelle’s hair, was down, her pig tails gone the instant she used the throwing knives. Placing the babe down, she skipped over to the bleeding woman, her hair flying in the wind that she created.  Taking out Onyx, she knelt over the body of the woman. She looked up at Isabelle in a mixture of fear and disgust which then turned into pain as the poisonous blade cut open her torso below her beating heart.  Sticking her hand into the woman’s body, she ripped out the still beating heart and held it in front of the family and the lady as she dies.
“Next one to step out of place, this will happen to you okays!” She laughed with pure glee as she then set the heat in the middle of the family, before stepping on it, as she headed back to the baby girl she left.
    Picking up the child she turned to the family and sat down properly like a lady.
“you have until my sister and brother come out, talk, converse, only one is going to live”  She sang out while playing with the child on her lap.

teaser

    Morcant was pacing in the study, waiting for his sisters to bring news. vilhelmina came running into the study and hugged him tightly.
“I have information about Ana”  She said breathlessly.
Morcant became ridged, he was alert and ready for information.
“Where is Anakah”? He asked his voice tight.
A waith floated in the room in moved out the shadows, and bowed.
 “Miss and Sir, Mistress told me to tell you to get ready, she’s on her way. The Avolition family has her, and the slavers sold her as a doll.” With that, the waith faded away.
    Isabelle appeared in the study and quickly barked at them to start getting ready. Isabelle’s eyes seemed darker, her face was cold, impassive.  She moved quickly to her workroom and changed into a white fighting dress. White, so the blood splatter could be clearly seen. The dress was made of a strong yet light fabric, the skirt reached mid thigh, held out by voluminous petticoats. The top was brasserie like, and tied, behind her neck and back, leaving her arms free.  two peices fabric, no bigger than her index finger crossed her stomach and  back  before attaching to the skirt.  Taking Amethyst off her stand, Isabelle strapped the sword to her back, and brought her hair to hand over her shoulders. Slipping up the lacy thigh highs, and tied on the dancer’s slippers, she had her twin daggers strapped to her legs, with in reach, and two back up throwing darts holding her ponytails up.  
Vihelmina Rocane, elder sister of Isabelle  Leigh and Morcant Christopher, was itching for a fight. She would kill and kill, the people who took and brought the girl she started to love as a sister. Her wild hair, was out of it’s customary ponytail in full force, she was dressed in black, all black. Her eye shadow was grey, and she wore tight form fighting pants.  They were flexible, and strong enough to handle the stress.  She had a knife strapped to her thigh, and the insides of the black high heeled boots.  She had a quiver full of gnore fletched arrows slung across her back.  She wore a tight fitting shirt, her face a cold mask. Her eyes, were like burning coal, and although she perfered her arrows as the weapon of choice, she wrapped a chain around her waist, that could be used in a multitude of ways.  Picking the long black cloak of the stand, she placed it on, pulling the hood up to cover her weapons and to conceal her face. Slipping on the black gloves, she declared herself ready. The information needed about the family and estates were already in the planning room, she had to thank the underground one of these days. The information that they gave was completely accurate and they delivered quick. Glancing in the mirror as she left her room, she nodded slightly to herself, she truly looked like Death.
    Morcant was waiting, he had Exotath strapped to his side. Unlike his sisters, he wore a pair of loose pants black pants, that were tight fitting around the ankle, and was shirtless... He wanted nothing to get in his way when they finally got Anakah back home.  He saw Vihelmina enter first, and handed him the information about the people who brought Anakah.  He did not see his younger sister enter the room, he felt her place a cloak on him and fastening the white tie underneath his chin, he looked at her.
“We don’t know how we will find her, this is just in case” Isabelle spoke softly before turning to her sister.  “where are we going first? the slavers or to get Anakah?”
“Anakah, I think, should be first. We can go for the slavers later, at a more proper time” Vihelmina spoke her thoughts out loud. Her fingers tapped her nose, her gloved fingers glistened, the tips were coated in poison, they could incapiate or kill when needed, her little pet project.
“I concur, we should go save my bride to be. then you, dear sister Isabelle, and you dear sister Vilma, can ruin the slavers that took my bride away.” Morcant spoke in a low dangerous voice. His fingers fingering the jeweled and gilded hilt of his sword, which hummed in anticipation of blood shed.

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