Pandora's Kiss

"Pandora's Pearls"

Crystal tears drown under the best velvet distinctive feel.
A Ghostly feel that lead into a clear diamond road.
I found myself seduced down an Ancient Silk Caravan path, 
There she hid behind the golden stones she built around her heart.
She was a white gem against the deepest night.
She spoke Latin words upon this dreamy sky.
Her eyes were deep and the size of my mother’s midnight pearls.
I fell in to the stare of her bedroom eyes.
Wishing to taste the sweetness of her coconut milk fragrance. 
She lowers the cloak to reveal the beauty in her black pearly eyes. 
Raven hair under her soft sensual disguise.
Her lips redder than the violet rays of the sunset. 

She buried her beauty, and then exposed what’s under the cloak.
Soon, her body turned into rot and bones.
Her fingers pointed towards another path,
A rugged road of stones and pearls.
I took a blade and press it against my skin, 
Concealing my life shut, after she revealed all my forbidden sins.
Her lip, her eyes, her pearly grin, my last vision as my blood drew thin.
A sweet kiss of death before I fell into the eyes of Pandora’s Spell.

Entraced

Chapter 1: one:Judith

Sun shine beats down upon my face, as the whispy wind whips through my hair and face. My sister Callie is in the grassy area skipping and giggling while I sat against a large shady willow tree, reading. My mother was in the house humming tunelessly to the radio, my father in the garage working on his broken car.

"Hello birdie, would you like some birdie seeds too eat?" Callie giggled happily toward a blue bird that flew toward a tree near her.

The bird began to sing, as if it was actually speaking too her. I smiled and returned reading. Callie is eleven, with a wild imagination. She is sweet and pretty, with her long thick brown locks of wavy hair, piercing green eyes, a round faces, and full pale pink lips, and pink little cheeks...

My names Judith and I am not as pretty as my sister, with my dark straight hair, pale skin, dark brown eyes, and full pale lips, not as pretty... I'm only sixteen and one of the strangest things about me is that I'm a....

Vampire.

Chapter 2: gabriel

The girl stared at me with curiosity; her blue eyes marked my every move, her blonde hair whipped against the chilling wind. Her eyes narrowed as I took a step toward her.

A smile crept from the corner of my lips, she's not going to run or escape. I've got her trapped and cornered.

"You've lost this time darling..." I said

A flirty smile played on her lips. "I don't think so..." She whispered; her fangs popped out from under her gums, she ran her tongue over the sharp end of her fangs.

I smiled and raised my hand; I felt the warmth of heat coming toward my palm; that's when the ball of fire came to view. Her eyes widen and she swallowed loudly.

"Your a dragon..." She whispered in shock, her blue eyes seemed as if fear had crept within them.

I shrugged as if it was nothing, "And your a vampire, goody for me."

She frowned and took a step toward me, I smiled. Yes, that's it come a little closer...

I flicked the fire ball toward her, she was running ahead of me, but the ball of fire was already after her, and when the fire made connection with her hair; she erupted in flames, she let out screams of agony, curses and grieves. I juat laid back against the wall in the ally she had been in; it smelled of death, the flames were purple. For some strange reason when I kill a vampire the flames always come out purple, werewolves orange, demons are scarlet, ice dragons are piecring blue, pixies are pink, witches are green and sorcerers are yellow.

"Nice job Gab, you killed that one without breaking a sweat." A pixie voice said behind me. I turned and there stood my older sister Melinda, she's a dragon like me, but she has a different ability from mine, I'm fire and she's a spirit dragon.

Spirit dragons are deadly creature, right along side the fire dragons, spirit dragons have the abillity to suck your sould right out of you or connect with spirits and such. Fire dragons, just burn, and as well sense when fire is missed used badly, such as if the flames were being used for murder, or if the flames were being used for suicide, or I can speak with the flames, but they don't necessarily speak with me like a person. They send me a message in my mind which helps me communicate with them.

"Well it's was kind of hard killing her, considering she was actually prettier then most..." I said trailing off. 

Melinda laughed and walked toward me; Melinda is eighteen and I'm seventeen, she's the only oone in the family with dark red hair, green eyes, pale skin, flushed pink cheeks, fully rosy lips, a heart shape face, and one of the most muscualr bodies a girl can have. I on the other hand am like the rest of my family; I have shaggy brown hair, light brown eyes, a round face, tanned skin, and full rusty colored lips, and a muscular body.

"Well I don't blame you for that, she was actually quite timid so that concludes she's older, or was."

"Yeah, so what's Tyler got planned for us?" I asked, Tyler is the leader of our secret society for killing vampires, werewolves, and others such as that, and the usual vampire slayers, oh and Tyler is also Melinda's lover, so she gets in on all the information.

Her green eyes sparkled with happiness at the sound of Tyler's name. "He said we have to go back to the lair, because we have a new job and it's in Colorado.

I nodded and followed her back to the Mercedes she brought with her. I left the vampires ashes there for display to worn others of her kind that we are not afraid to torcher and kill them.

Sometimes feelings are hard to express with words and often we find ourselves speechless when in fact we have so much to say.

♥So here is a poem or two to express the feelings of love! ♥

1) You appear and my heart beats faster,
    You look at me and I blush,
     You smile at me and I melt,
     You talk to me and I can hardly breathe,
     You touch me and everything around me fades,
     You kiss me and I feel I could fly,
      You hold me and I know that I love you.
                        You and I.
2) 
      My heart’s flame, rhythmic and soothing warm dance,

Whispers to me about sweet love and romance.
You are the essence, the one true source
I cannot be anything else but yours …

Passion’s burning flame, like a lance,
Pierced my heart at first glance
And it blossomed into one true love.
It is in this love I become unmistakably whole,
The real meaning of life now emanates from my soul.

I cannot be anything else but yours,
My love for you will never waver,
My heart, my soul, my whole being is yours.
I love you, my dear, now and forever.

Bound Love, a Death Kiss

Authors note: This is an extract taken out from my novel to be and I hope to get however many notes; replies; feedback from my readers as they think of...

Prologue

Death. Not many people think, I mean really think who they would want to "be with" or how they would want to "be like", when "they're soul" leaves to join with the one who created all of mankind and beyond. I didn't know anything about death until I began to study philosophy. That was how I learned the truth about Descartes. I'd always thought there should be some meaning behind existence and I mean there is, as many people have different beliefs, even the atheists but me, well even though I believe something myself; im looking for something that proves everything with  one swift notion- so far no so great as I get confused between the latest and the earlier; the living and the death ( that's another thing to talk about- the undead and how all these myths have been created, heightened through the modern day authors and film producers- well talk about this in more detail some other time)

My mother used to tell me that matter was neither created nor destroyed, only transferred. (etm=mc squared) she was filled with old stories and more importantly, theories which she would make me recite back to her, as if she were telling me something about the world but couldn't find the right words. I never gave much thought until she and my father were both killed, but by then it was too late to ask what it had all meant. It wasn't until I enrolled at "Vermont academy" that I began to make sense of who I was fated to become. But first, let me tell you about the strange circumstances surrounding the deaths of my parents, because it was their deaths that set and led off to where I am now.
And because if there's one thing I've learned from my first year at Vermont academy is that sometimes you have to look back in order to understand the things that lie ahead.

Confessions of the soul!

As of late I have had countless dreams and visions that have been extremely overwhelming, I know this is due to the fact that I have found this forum and the precious few of the Fallen, flashbacks and memory surges have been constant, so now I believe I may have pieced together a very important part of this puzzle we are all trying solve, it is very hard to make this confession and there may be those who have a hard time believing, and that is just as well, I myself still question what I am about to write- but as always we take these things with a grain of salt and see what transpires...

I grow tired of this weary existence; I honestly don't think I have much left to give. I know what has been asked of me, a sacrifice that will end all suffering and bring unity to all, especially to those who chose hate and jealousy over love and acceptance. My sister the Star joins me in my quest for salvation and eternal balance, together we "right the wrongsthat our twin flames are responsible for, The Fall and Betrayal that started it all. We were approached by the "Source" and asked to carry out this insufferable deed, but we both humbly accepted, knowing that in the end we would all be reunited as family, lovers joining as one after centuries of painful separation.

The fog has cleared and the truth of who we are and why we came becomes common knowledge to all. It was a painful lesson to be learned and I have felt empty and hollow for so long I'm not sure I would know how to act once face to face with the Angel who loved me, destroyed me and has spent the last remaining centuries begging for my forgiveness…After he realized his horrible mistake he let me glimpse at the love we shared before the Fall, words cannot explain what we shared and yet I know I need not explain such an emotion the the members here, each and every one of you have experienced the same love in some way, shape or form.

My Angel I speak of is the very one who betrayed us all, the very one who carried out punishments so vile and cruel, and as he carried out these gruesome acts he not only managed to punish and curse those he once thought traitors and beneath him, he in turn punished and cursed himself - through me. I am living proof of his chastisement and forever dwell in this purgatory that he alone created - I guess some would call this "Poetic Justice"...

The very night I found this forum a terrible storm raged outside, he realized that I would discover a truth that only he wanted to reveal, but it was just as well that I was informed by the brothers he deceived. I'm sure by now you have figured out who my Angel is - Michael - and now to reveal the name I was given at birth - I AM Michele - soul mate to Michael. Where once he betrayed you - now I redeem you. Yes "Poetic Justice" indeed.

I guess it would be the same for the soul mates of the rest of the Shadow. We all have suffered the same fate, some worse than others.

I guess thats all for now

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