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Wednesday, 02 July 2008

  • Story time! **beware, story not finished, not named

        In the slums of ____ a dozen children frolicked the streets at dusk. Amongst them, one girl child stood out. Of all appearances looked the age of 8 or 9 years old, but her eyes carried a depth far beyond her age. While those around her were tanned from roaming the alleyways in search for credits, meals, and anything they could get, her skin was too pale for the streets. Her hair, a smooth glossy black, was also too clean to blend into the crowd of dirty children, whose hair usually hung in clumps around their heads.

        As the last rays of sunlight disappeared, the children instinctively stopped their games, frantically gathered their toys and ran for home – Except the girl child. Her eyes took in the darkness as she sighed, lonely again. She trudged back out of the alleyway when a familiar arm swept out to grab her. She moved, before the eye could blink she was behind the man, with his arm twisted back.

        She chuckled and let him go, “you forgot my speed old man.”

        The old man rubbed his arm and glared at her “ye knew betta to roam the streets with te likes of them! Theysa beneah ye! Wha’d ye mo’er say if she beist the one who catched ye?”

        She shrugged, “Lois, She wasn’t the one who catched me now was she? Besides she never comes out to do the work, she always sends you. She thinks she’s too good for this place. She could at least give her neighbors a chance, she does live here too you know.” The girl sauntered off towards the largest house in the area, her gait as graceful as a cat, inconspicuously melting into the night. The old man sighed and followed her.


        Lights blazed in a house, the only house livable in the area. An aged woman sat at the long dining table, drumming long blood red nails, her face intent on the newspapers before her. A window opened on the left and the girl child leaped in.

        “Don’t you ever learn to walk in through the front door, Kyarae? Where have you been for the past three days anyways? I’ve been worried sick! There are Shifters out there you know, it’s not the safest -”

        “-place to be. I know, Mother. You’ve been repeating that lecture for the past what? 40 years? Do you ever get tired of saying it? I know the streets like the back of my hand; I know how to take care of myself.” Kyarae walked into a darkened room and threw herself onto the bed, just as the front door opened and Lois bitterly stalked in.

        “Where did you find her?” asked the woman apathetically.

        “On te streets lyk alwus” replied Lois.

        “What is it about her? I mean I’ve had to put up with her for the past 42 years, and what kind of attitude do I get? Ingrate…”

        “She tain’t human, ye knew that she wouldna be when ye met her pa” Lois spat the words out bitterly.

        “Don’t speak of that monster in front of me!” She snapped, glaring at the old man with icy cold eyes. Before the old man could stammer an answer she stormed off as well.


        Inside the girl child’s room, Kyarae’s shadow danced through a window with sheer white drapes fluttering in the wind. Her pale face shadowed in the darkness, eyes watching for prey. She leapt into the air as an unwary owl passed overhead and all that was seen was the silver sweep of a knife and the girl child was back at her window. Her eyes were watchful for her next victim as she began to feed on the blood of the owl.

        The door slammed open revealing the still fuming woman only to be chilled by the icy glare Kyarae shot at her. A line of blood trickled down the side of Kyarae’s lips- lips darkened by blood. Kyarae stood up from her perch on the window, tossed the now wasted owl over her shoulder, the carcass disintegrated to ash as it left her hands. “Are you here to lecture me on leaving the house again? Couldn’t you choose a better time to deliver it? Of course if you wanted to watch me feed I could oblige you.” Kyarae angrily wiped off the blood on her lips with the tips of her fingers as her other hand sheathed her knife. The woman struggled to keep her anger and fear in check as she approached her daughter. The girl child stepped off her perch with poise as her mother struggled to be calm, “I suppose you’ve already heard all the lectures I could’ve given you after so many years. Must I repeat myself? Your different from the others, I’m sure you’ve noticed already”

        Kyarae replied coldly, “Yes I know. I carry the disease. If you haven’t noticed yet the night animals are dwindling around our house. There’s not enough blood here to feed me anymore.”

        “Yes, you carry the disease, but its not complete. Either the strain of the virus only had half of its effect or the virus isn’t completely evident in you.”

        “I’m listening…”

        “You know what the virus entails… the inability to intake solid food, the blood lust among others. You have all of these traits, but the speed of your healing is much slower than most with the virus, and you are also what they call, a day walker.”

        “Tell me something I don’t know.” Kyarae cut her off coldly.

        “They want you.” The woman said with a sweep of her hand towards the window, “You are something those infected will always want to become. Their members will always be coming after you. You have their strengths without most of their weaknesses. They have been hunting you, they will always be hunting you.”

        “I can take care of myself; probably much better than you can” was the icy answer, “There is no more food here anymore. I can’t stay here, and I refuse to be like the infected, feeding on humans.”

        The woman glared at the girl, and answered, “You won’t survive out there. You not only have the infected after you, you also have the Shifters.”

        “It wasn’t my fault the Shifters are after me, it was thanks to you. You just had to go flaunt that pa was the highest ranked amongst those that were infected, especially when you knew of the War.”

        “He wasn’t strong enough, despite his rank. You would think that he would be able to defend - ” her words were left unspoken as Kyarae’s knife swept towards her throat.

        “You LIE! You tried to kill him, once you knew he was one of the infected.” Kyarae’s voice sliced the air with bitterness as the woman fled the room.


        Lois silently slipped out of the shadows as the woman left the room.
    “You’re getting better at hiding,”

        “Me haves’t the best teacher,”

        “hmph. Why are you here?”

        “If ye leavest te place, ye know, I’ll beist te one wih ye? When ser’nts sign wih te vampirs, they serve te vampir side of te fam’ly. Ye beist te ony one left.”

        “I don’t need a chaperon”

        “Yes, but tain’t odd for ye to roam te streets wih te appar’nce o’ nine?”

        Kyarae grimaced at this thought and finally said, “As the only one with vampiric blood in this family, I release you from the contract your family signed with ours. You are free to go. I can handle the streets. I always have I always will.”

        As she spoke, she pulled on a black trench-coat and began to strap on her blades, thin concealable flat blades that strapped onto her wrists, waist, inner thighs and boots. When she looked up, Lois had left the room. She then carefully opened a secret compartment revealing a small journal and an intricately woven silver armband- all that was left of her father.

        Kyarae silently stepped back onto her window perch with the wind whipping her coat and black hair. With a last glance at her surrounding home, she leaped out of the window.

        Landing on her feet below the second story window, she coldly said into the darkness, “Lois, step out, I know you’re there. I can smell you.”

        “Ye won’t git rid of me thah eas’ly little girlie”, Lois chuckled and stepped out off the shadows.

        “Yeah well, stay out of my way if you plan on tagging along.”
    And the two disappeared into the darkness.

    --------Kyarae ShiRein --------

        As what was left of the broken family made their quiet departure, the woman began to scheme. She was bound to the Shifters because of a life debt and so was used to gain the affections this man forty some years ago. She had called on the Shifters because of her debt, not realizing that she was carrying his child already. So she delivered her lover to the Shifters. Though he had killed his assailants, he was left with a mortal wound, too weak to regenerate and heal. Before he died, he gave her a key as an inheritance to the child she would give birth to.

        Lois had served her since, because she carried the Vampiric blood line. The woman refused to tell Kyarae of the key, Lois was the one who informed Kyarae of her inheritance.


    ** things to note: story isn't finished, might work on it when I have the time between work. Appreciate any and all suggestions. Any blanks indicate uncertainties that I haven't worked out and are definetly open to suggestions such as the name of the story.
    ***This is a work in progress***

Wednesday, 06 February 2008

Saturday, 09 June 2007

  • So many calls,

    vying for your attention

    So many cries

    distracting this nation

     

    take a look at this, you should vote for that, we should lobby this, we should petition that

    this was cool, you should get one too So, that party, I'm so going, what about you?

     

    when so much sound comes through

    who do you listen to?

     

    you should check this out, that drummer is insane     

    he's got some mad guitar skills, she has an amazing voice

    I cant believe you listen to them, their songs were just so lame

     

    Out of all these possibilites

    Who will make the choice

    to open up ears and listen

    hear past that daily noise

     

    What will you hear?

     

    A God of patience, whose silence rings above the noise

    A God of love, whose mercy penetrates the loudest call

    A God of beauty, whose majesty hides in the whisper of creation

    A God of grace, whose hands catch you when you fall

     

    Do you hear him?

     

    Written: 5/31/2007

     

     

     

  •  
    Why is it so hard to believe
    That God can be so much more to me?
    Where the prospects of a future
    block the road before me

    Miracles come and pass me by
    yet my heart still remains bone dry
    My fists clenched hard
    around the world that i know
    Making the choice
    to not let go.
    Struggling to keep the faith
    As the world keeps rolling
    at an alarming rate

    My faith getting pummeled
    My walk falling apart
    Avoiding God's call
    is becoming an art

    Why is it so hard to see
    past the world of expectations
    Where my eyes are blinded
    by my own ambitions

    Written 4/24/2007 at 1:20am
    Inspired by 'The Body', and the miracle God did on Caroline.

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