Hi! We're MortalEnemies1234!

We disagree on everything, for instance, one of us is WolfGirl and the other is VampireGirl. A.K.A Vikki and Ashi ;]~

Vikki doesn't think her writing is any good. Ashi does. And vice versa.

Vikki's Team Jacob/ Jasper (depends on what day of the week it is)

Ashi's Team Edward. Completely. Though she says she's married to Taylor Lautner (Now divorced! She is now dating Skandar Keynes)

Vikki's Tall. Ashi is "vertically challenged". No offence to small people. She gets offended when I call her short. It doesn't help that I'm taller than most guys our age. Which sucks. Ashi is the perfect height. She doesn't have to contend with the terrible "I have to wear trousers that don't fit my hips to get the right length!" problem.

We're young and smart. We are not related. We are from Britian. Yes it's wet, and it's very annoying.

Vikki's a goth, so she must be depressed.

Puh-lease.

Ashi's short, so she must be delicate and easy to manipulate.

(Vikki values her life- you try and manipulate Ashi and she stomps on your foot.)

We love Twilight, The Mortal Instruments, Shiver, The Morganville Vampires etc... and Vikki wants to point out that "The Way I See It" changed her life. Her Grandad Died of Cancer and she recommends both The Way I see it AND Ways to live forever. Heartbreaking reads.

Enjoy!

update- We have survived our Duke of Edigburgh expedition. Even though we ended up walking through the middle of a private farm, got chased by a dog, fell down the mountian, got shouted at by irate memeber of the public (over something our team hadn't even done!), got chatted up by paedophiles, got rained on whilst cooking, ran out of water after a water refil point, and thought we had gotten lost at the bottom of the mountian (Vikki had a panic attack).

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart (It touched mine. So I posted it.)

Put this song called 'Imaginary' by Evanescence on your profile because it means you either love evanescence or have a massive imagination! :D

I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clocks screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops
As there falling
Tell a story

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

Don't say I'm not in touch
With this rampant chaos
Your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare i built my own world to escape

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot stop fir the fear of silent nights
Oh how i long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light

~Night World Oath~

When I see a girl with Cancer,

I will remember Poppy North.

When I see James Dean,

I will think of James Rasmussen.

When I look up at the stars,

I will see Mary-Lynnette Carter.

When I see a lazy cat,

I will Remember Ash Redfern.

When I see sibling rivalry,

I will see Blaise and Thea Harmen.

When I see an animal,

I will think of Eric Ross.

When I see snow,

I will remember Gillian Harmen.

When I think of Heaven,

I will remember Gary (Angel).

When I see something burn black,

I will think of David Blackburn

When I see an orphan,

I will think of Rashel Jordan

When I see and cold hearted man,

I will remember John Quinn.

When I Get deja vu,

I will think of Hannah Snow.

When I see sadness in someone's eyes,

I will remember Thierry Descouedres.

When I see fire,

I will see Jezbel Redfern.

When I see someone being cocky,

I will think of Morgead Blackthorn.

When I someone who's determined,

I will remember Maggie Neeley.

When I see royalty,

I will think of Delos Redfern.

When I see a black cat,

I will see Raksha Keller.

When I see a golden Leopard,

I will see Galen Drache.

"When life hands you Edward Cullen throw him back and yell...

"I WANT JOHN QUINN!!!"

Secret vampire (Poppy and James)

You don’t love somebody because of their looks or their clothes or their cars. You love them because they sing a song that nobody but you can understand.

~Vampire Diaries Oath~

I promise to remember Bonnie when I think of Witches

I promise to remember Damon when I see a leather jacket

I promise to remember Stefan when someone shows they truly care

I promise to remember Elena when I see a girl who looks like an angel

I promise to remember Meredith when someone is calm in the crowd

I promise to remember Caroline when I lose a dear friend of mine

I promise to remember Matt when I see someone who doesn’t give up

I promise to remember Katherine, Shinichi, Misao and the Malach when I meet someone who is pure evil and sadistic

I promise to remember the Dark Dimension when I hear of nightmare filled places

And I promise to remember Fells Church when I think of the Vampire Diaries

Yes, I promise to remember the Vampire Diaries

Whatever book I may read, or place I may see

So all know of my love for Delena

And all know that Vampire Diaries are the best!