Battle of Blood

Chapter 3- Strange Encounters

Talina was walking along the sidewalk when she hears a semifamilar voice in the alley and walks to it and sees not shadowas this time but a flesh and blood man talking to another man and she sees them them both arguing about whose soul was older than the other in good humor. Talina smiled cynically at the two figures and cleared her throat. the two men stopped and she stepped forward in stiletto boots making clicking sounds as she was walking doown the garbage ridden alley way that smelled of raw sewage left out in the sun then left to freeze. Dimitry by her guess was the taller of the two and darker as well. The one called Nicholai, turned and walked passed her and out of the alley. She walked up to Dimitry and said,"I'll wager the service of my body that my soul is older than yours," she smiled revealing a lovely display of pointed teeth. He thought to himself,"why would she do this, what does she mean by this, she's got it going on, I'll take her challenge.""ok"

She wondered why  he agreed so quickly but then again he was a man after all. She siddled up next to him and said," I was born twenty years before your time Dimitry cause I have sensed your thoughts so don't even begin to open your mouth to speak a false truth." he only stood and marveled at her open opinions and outright honesty it startled him out of a year of his immortal life. she watched his face turn this way and that and smiled her toothy grin and sauntered off.

HEY  PEOPLE HERE'S SOME MORE TO MY "ART"

Battle of Blood

Chapter 2- Reflections

  Talina Moore stalked the path of the cemetary that was like a second home to her and that the outside world did not understand her kind at all but only poked and proded it til it was nothing but a mere legand. they say legands are born every day and in Talina's case it a was a forced birth. She did not want to become this way but to be a normal 20 year person but after her death in 1568 in the Scottish fields of Scotland all those many years ago she shas long since then began to evolve her names and backgrounds very intricately like a quilt. She still wondered about this so called immortal Dimitry and why was he really there at that grave at that particular time when she was. ok now she was getting a little ahead of herself and decided to give it no than a passing after thought and stared presently at the grave she became to know as her own. it was the smae year that she was suppose to die: 1587. She sat in front of it now like a child before a parent who was to tell a story. The tears began to roll down her cheek as silent as sparkling diamonds to hit the ground  without making a sound at all. She hit her fist on the ground, hating that she must  live forever when all she wanted to do was die but instinct told not to and she hated it more than the nighlty cravings she got when she wanted to drink the putridly sweet substance of blood and the rush of stealing another person's soul and that she survived to tell it. if only she could die and she would not have to worry about other urges as well. Her sanity was fading quickly enough and without restraint on her will power. Being celibate was killer as well cause the rush of killing brought on a sense of necromany as well as nyphomania. She often wondered should she be fully released on a mortal or immortal man alike that she would end them completely, and even thinking about commiting such dark deeds was enough to have her pacing back and forth between grave in a weaving pattern. She decided to leav e the cemetary and go in search for food and some helpless man to have her way with.

Battle of Blood

By Desiree Spicer - Hodges

* hey peeps this is my first chapter of my story. I hope that you will enjoy it*

The cemetary grounds lay in absolute shambles as the night sky dark as black velvet that has pin holes where the stars are at in position. A stranger clothed in the shadows follows the path that leads to the grave site she looking for, she senses something amiss in the shadows and hides amongst them herself so that she can not been seen by human or inhuman eyes. It is only a small animal skanting across her path, She hopes that she will be alone tonight to gather her thoughts without anyone bothering her. She comes to stop in front of the grave she is here for and kneels in front of it in a silent prayer when, she is disturbed by a stranger in black and whom she can not see his face. He smiled at her with a toothy grin and shook his head as if to say" Why do mortals come here"? she was the first to speak,"what brings you here on a night like this"? he just stood there for a few moments before answering her. " Just paying my respects to the dead of course. what brings you here after hours where someone like myself can have you as a tasty meal"? she pondered this question as well before answering sarcastically," well being unhuman does give me the right to stalk after hours smart one, why do you mistake me for a mere mortal"?" or is it merely the fact that I look that innocent  to our kind"? he did a double take before going futher into the conversation." I called you a mere motral because you have the age of one,pardon the unused humor. It was not meant to be insultive but if I have done so, please forgive me for diong that." she considered his apology as something of a hidden meaning and so she asked hime just that." what do you mean by that whoever you are"? H e simply stood there analyzing her mind piece by complex piece."Who are you" she inquired silently to herself and he picked up on it and he replied just as quietly," I am Dimitry and thats all you need to know for now and the fact that I will cause you no harm unless you prove to be an enmity then I will have to cause you excruiating physical harm." what she said next was a bit of a surprise to the both of them when she said"mmm kinky"

"THE iRISH EYES MAY SMILE BUT THE DEVIL'S DO NOT."

fOT AT LEAST THAT HAS ALWAYS BEEN TOLD TO ME AS A CHILD.

SUCH AN ODD QUOTE, i THINK NOT.

Hello people my name is Desiree and am presently in the place called hell.

I am here to make friends with anyone. write me back if you want to. I am a very

easy person to talk to. I will not judge you for who you are inside or out. I myself am odd

enough. Besides its not my right to judge anyone. I am also Jewish. I am a freak by nature.

I am Irish and proud of it.