Katherine Pierce

Everyone was sitting on the tables just 2 people still wasn’t there. Then the teacher came in. She was old. Very old, she had grey hair, like my meza, jedwali and dark red eyes. I wasn’t scared of her. She looked nice and she was nice! She introduced herself. And then begin to call our names to see if we are all here. She began:
“Jackson Belmont.” She said.
“Here. ” He afro boy said. Yeah wewe heard right. He has a big black afro and brown eyes. He looked like not a evil person so I thought we would get good friends. He smiled and sat down.
“Laura Alcotte” The teacher called.
“I’m here...

1st of all....this is my 1st story so I know It's bad and please please don't be rude to me.

I have a normal life, if we could call it that way.
Well, wewe see I'm a Vampire. Now, now, I'm not a killer. I don't kill people, I'm Vegeterian. I almost never drink blood, but I'm not weak. When I need to drink blood I drink animal blood. I upendo wanyama so It's very hard to look at they're cute face and kill them. =( I live in the UK, to be zaidi precisely in London. In a small, dark street. The name doesn't matter. Maybe wewe want to know how I look like. First of all I wanna say I'm not an Emo, Punk...

I downloaded the web original vampire rock musical link… and I liked it. Yeah, I had to make that joke. Seriously, though, I found it mildly entertaining and worth a watch every now and then. It’s basically like a kuvuka, msalaba between High School Musical, which it pays tribute to, and just a generic corny vampire film. One thing I like is that it doesn’t take itself too seriously, and it’s zaidi humorous because of it. It’s not that good, but it’s cute enough for what it is. My full review follows:

The onyesha starts out with our protagonist: average boy Dylan, ranting to the camera about turning...

Wanyonya damu have been maarufu in novels and the sinema for many centuries. Our fascination with Wanyonya damu began in the 1700s, when the bodies of suspected Wanyonya damu were dug up and destroyed. One of the first artistic references to the vampire was in the poem "The Vampire" in 1748. Bram Stoker immortalized the vampire in his novel "Dracula" in 1897. One of the most notable modern literary examples of the vampire is Anne Rice's "Vampire Chronicles," featuring the vampire Lestat. Learn how wewe can write vampire vitabu that will add something new to this maarufu horror sub-genre.
Step 1
Design the world...

We have dipped down into the basics of Sanguinarian Wanyonya damu in past posts, and touched on how Sanguinarian Wanyonya damu are people who feel the compulsion au the need to feed on human blood. Generally, Sanguinarians don’t drain their donors completely and they usually only feel the need for a teaspoon au two at a time. Still, even a lack of this small amount can cause some Sanguinarians to go into blood withdrawal overdrive and even cause them to have some pretty serious physical withdrawal symptoms.

Donors for Sanguinarian Wanyonya damu are generally people that the vampire knows personally and has...

Having your very own dark and sexy vampire boyfriend would of course totally rock all sorts of awesome. But like most good things there are a few downsides to it as well. Why would it suck having a vampire as a boyfriend? Read on…

1. Vampire bite marks on your neck are way harder to cover up than a hickey some mortal boy may give you. It’ll take a bit zaidi than concealer to cover that baby up; I suggest investing in a lot of scarves.

2. wewe know how parents always want to have a nice family chajio, chakula cha jioni with your new boy to get to know him better? Well, that’s a little hard for someone that only...

Vampire Bite
I wonder innocently through these dark alleys,
fearing the dark shadows i feel are lurking behind me,
The smell of my flesh and blood rushes through the air,
ive ran for far too long,
Im now out of breath,
i need to rest,
i pause for a moment, finding myself standing directly infront of a brick wall,
how could this be? this wasent here before?
i could swear there was an alley was for me to walk,
i turn, but as i go to head back,
i see another ukuta blocking my path,
have i been trapped?
or is it that i have been captured,
Have these alleys been their bait?
these creatures of the night,
they stand...

Preface
I always thought of memory loss as a good thing, wewe didn’t have to remember pain, loss au things wewe regret. But as I stared into the crimson eyes of the girl whose plan was to kill me.
I hoped that this would be a memory the man I loved would forget.
A feral growl ripped through air and out of nowhere my hero, my saviour, my Angel here to rescue me and carry me up to heaven.

Anniversary

I slapped my hand down on the alarm clock that sat on my bedside table, 7:00 Wednesday morning I’d slept for eleven hours but I felt like I hadn’t slept for weeks. As I sat up my stomach twisted,...

Sorry its been a long wait, writers block. promise chapter 24 will be quick to follow.



Chapter 23:As night fell over Toronto, Alex brought me to a downtown club called Time Nightclub. When we reached the velvet rope the man alisema to Alex "Oh wewe again, what is this the 10th time you've come here? Well go on in." We stepped inside and the blast of muziki was instant. They were playing some kind of electro-pop, the lights were vibrant shades of blue, green and pink. The couches in the lounge were tanned leather and surrounded kwa huge screens portraying various images.
" So wewe come here a lot?"...

Chapter 17:Sylvia Plath alisema "I desire the things that will destroy me." What do wewe suppose she meant? At the time I was sure it was Alex that would destroy me and I was right. I guess it was the universes way of saying that living and dead don't mix, as if I didn't already know that. I wanted to deny the laws of the living but instead I became a pawn in a sick game. After I killed Alex it would be checkmate. I approached Alex's resident house, I did not knock, instead I broke the lock and walked in. The lights were off except for one which came from an office at the end of the hall. The door...

“Mother? Father? Are wewe feeling alright?” asked Princess Ishlanda.
“Yes dear. Why wouldn’t we be?” the Queen asked.
“Your eyes… They’re dim,” Prince Ezaci explained.
King Draeis looked at his children questioningly. “We have no clue what wewe are talking about.”
“Look into your spoon,” Ezaci suggested. “It should onyesha wewe what we mean.”
Slavai picked up her spoon. “Oh my!” She murmured. “Draeis! They’re right!” She handed him her spoon.
“What? Do wewe know the meaning of dim? Our eyes are perfectly fine!” Draeis fumed. He stood up and stomped into the other...

Hi! This is my first Queen of the Dammed fanfic and I don't know if it is any good. The story came to me last night when I was listening to "Bring Me To Life" kwa Evenesance. There will be only one chapter right now but, if wewe want more, I'll write more. Enjoy!



October 31st, 2009



Selene was playing "Bring Me To Life" by: Evanescance when she heard something odd. A woman's voice calling her name. She went to investegate. When she was passing her mirror, she saw something weird. It wasn't her reflection, but that of an egyption woman. She looked like a queen. She had green eyes and black hair....

Finals

Jackson and Heidi had tracked down Erika and everyone in the family had told me not to worry about what happened and that I was stressed enough over finals and adding stress over pointless things was well pointless. Lilly had hugged me, Nafron had patted my shoulder and his eyes glazed over for the slighter of a sekunde and he smiled. Jaspers family had included me in group hug and I was squeezed into the middle until I gasped from the lack of air and they dropped me. Lenete hugged me and kissed my cheeks and alisema “nothing to worry about”, Jackson kissed me roughly and whispered in...

Sometimes, My Boyfriend John Always Use Me For Something Horrble, I Feel So Alone & Helpless, I Just Can't Take It & I Wish All This Will Go Away,
At School, My Friend Emma Told Me About a New Guy
His Name Is Peter *He Just Moved From Romania* She
Said To Me *He's Really Hot* Emma alisema To Me, I Look At My Locker To Find My History Books, Then I
Saw Him, His Locker & inayofuata To Mine, He Shut His Locker & We Both Saw Each Other, We Begin Staring At Each Other Through Our Eyes, I Throught He Look
So Familiar, His Dark Red Eyes Stare Into My Eyes
I Feel Like He's Hearing au Seeing My Memories...