Hello all. Thanks again for your reviews. BTW, here are a few results from a few quizzes I did at Quizzilla.com-Fantastic I tell you...(No they did not pay me to advertise for them!) Enjoy!:
WHAT EMOTION DOMINATES YOU: Loneliness
It dominates you. You hide it well, but its there and your friends can see it.(Bullseye) You constantly feel alone, and need to do things to fill your time. You're afraid to tell people this, but sooner or later it gets out in a bad way and you think you screwed up everything.(Right on target!) And when you are in love is when you hurt the most.(Well, I've never really been in love...)
WHAT'S YOUR ELEMENT?: Night
You're a loner who is very creative but never show your work to anyone. (True) You may smile a little but sadness and loneliness surround you and others can feel it when they're near you. (Well, its true I don't really cry much, but smile...) You have a dark and unusual beauty (Ha!) that makes you mysterious and you probably have a lot of secrets that you've never told anyone. (True, true true...) Your beauty (Ha!) is intriguing and unorthodox but the real thing that makes you special is your eyes. Something in them makes them like "Diamonds In The Rough".
WHAT KIND OF SOUL DO YOU POSSESS?: You Are A Lost Soul
No one is really sure what that can always mean, because it can be defined in many ways. As Legend goes, lost souls were the spirits of passed away people who are neither in Heaven and Hell. They walk the Earth, brooding mysteriously, always appearing when you expect it the least. So hence, if you have a Lost Soul, you are probably very shy and insecure (Ha! And double Ha!). Stuck in your own little box, you watch the world fly by as a loner (True.) You don't know your place. You seemingly don't have a place in society or an interest (Very true indeed.) You are a very capricious person and are confused and frustrated about where you belong.(True.) You crave for the sense and feeling of home-but have not obtained it yet.(Spot on!)
WHERE DO YOU BELONG?:
You belong in the land of darkness, otherwise known as the worlds in which I dwell. All here is beauty inspired by tragedy and great sorrow. Write or go through other creative outlets to express the anguish you may be feeling, and never let anyone tell you are just being 'weepy' or full of 'teenage angst'(if you're a teenager. If not, then they should be punished for calling you one. They probably are trying to insult your maturity (WHAT maturity?!!... fools.) and always remain yourself, dark and amazing. Never change.
What do you reviewers think?
That aside, I asked a friend of mine(who agreed with the above results and said I WAS half-good and half-evil) which character from Van Helsing was I likely to be paired up with (WHY did I ask that?!!!). Her reply was (Don't laugh): Dracula. The Horror....
On with the story, anyway....
Archery was next. Dracula and Cassandra had spent hours here. That girl was distracted easily, true, but when she put her mind to it, (I see the same thing in my report card) she would be off like a shot.
"Concentrate..."
He told her for the umpteen time. If she had a coin for every time he said that...
Pulling the arrow back, she looked hard at the bullseye (that's a funny name). Shutting out everything, she aimed-and fired. She closed her eyes, not daring to hope.
"Congratulations."
She opened her eyes. She could not believe it. It was a bullseye. She could have kissed him. (Don't we wish?)
"What's next?"
"Catching an arrow with your bare hands-
"WHAT?!!!!"
(She must have swallowed a microphone as a child)
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(Present Time)
DRACULA'S POV:
I held back a smirk at the memories. My ears are still healing from that one. Oh how, she fretted shooting me. If only she knew I couldn't die. Then, it was my turn. She certainly had good reflexes. She caught it with two hands first, then ONE. Should any vampire slayer come, woe betide him should his path and hers cross...
I watch her once more. After a minute or two, she sits up, gasping for air she does not need. The room is stifling and dark-I drew the curtains earlier- though it is bright outside.
"You live. Not many do."
I tell her. She looks at me, her eyes intense. I wait for the slap. I wait for the strike. I wait for a string of abuses from her mouth. They never came. Instead,
"What-
She turns and looks into the mirror and screams at what she cannot see. I leave the room. I hear the smashing of a mirror and the sounds of a Fury tearing the room apart. She will not need it anyway. I finally hear the howls of horror and rage subside-into sobs. Then, to my horror, the yanking of a curtain-and the smashing of a window.... I rush back in.
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Cassandra's POV:
Such nightmares I have awakened from! Of fangs, cruel mouths and...rose petals? The last thing I remember was Dracula placing his mouth to my neck- and...and..Oh God...drinking my blood!
Nosferatu.
The undead. Drinkers of the living. Children of the Devil. Sweet God... Dracula is one of them. And now, so am I.
"You live. Not many do."
He tells me. And so what?! Is that something to be happy for? Is it some sort of honor? This...from the man I looked up to? I'm so confused...and ANGRY. I look at myself in the mirror while feeling my neck-two neat punctures decorate it- and scream:NOT at what I see but what I CANNOT see. I have no reflection nor...I press my fingers to my chest-heartbeat. He leaves the room as I thrash it in all my rage and pain. Why? Why? Why? I sob. Then, in a suicidal impulse, I throw myself out of the window....
I TRIED TO KILL THE PAIN
BUT ONLY BROUGHT MORE
It is morning. The Sun's Rays hit me like knives, causing me great pain. Oh God, I am in pain, in anguish...is this it? Before I know it, I hit the ground hard. And I'm still burning.
I LAY DYING AND I'M POURING CRIMSON REGRET AND BETRAYAL
I'M DYING, PRAYING, BLEEDING AND SCREAMING
AM I TOO LOST TO BE SAFE
AM I TOO LOST?
MY GOD MY TOURNIQUET-RETURN TO ME SALVATION
MY GOD MY TOURNIQUET-RETURN TO ME SALVATION
DO YOU REMEMBER ME LOST FOR SO LONG?
WILL YOU BE ON THE OTHER SIDE-WILL YOU FORGET ME?
I'M DYING, PRAYING, BLEEDING AND SCREAMING
AM I TOO LOST TO BE SAVED?
AM I TOO LOST?
Heavenly Father, I don't know if you listen to a condemned woman's prayer, but if you do, return to me the salvation I lost, I plead of Thee. Or am I too late?
MY GOD MY TOURNIQUET
RETURN TO ME SALVATION
(I WANT TO DIE)
No, I want to live! I want to live! Yes, I want to live, to Hell whatever I am now...I want to LIVE! Someone save me!
MY GOD MY TOURNIQUET
RETURN TO ME SALVATION
MY GOD MY TOURNIQUET
RETURN TO ME SALVATION
Suddenly, I see a long black cape wrap around me as if it has a life of its own-and pulls me back inside the castle. It belongs to Dracula of course. I close my eyes and fall into blessed oblivion.
MY WOUNDS CRIED FOR THE GRAVE
MY SOUL CRIED FOR DELIVERANCE
WILL I BE DENIED
CHRIST, TOURNIQUET-MY SUCIDE?
NO, I do NOT own Evanescence nor Van Helsing. And just to keep you waiting, I will be introducing a certain werewolf-cum-gypsy prince to our new fledgling....
WHAT EMOTION DOMINATES YOU: Loneliness
It dominates you. You hide it well, but its there and your friends can see it.(Bullseye) You constantly feel alone, and need to do things to fill your time. You're afraid to tell people this, but sooner or later it gets out in a bad way and you think you screwed up everything.(Right on target!) And when you are in love is when you hurt the most.(Well, I've never really been in love...)
WHAT'S YOUR ELEMENT?: Night
You're a loner who is very creative but never show your work to anyone. (True) You may smile a little but sadness and loneliness surround you and others can feel it when they're near you. (Well, its true I don't really cry much, but smile...) You have a dark and unusual beauty (Ha!) that makes you mysterious and you probably have a lot of secrets that you've never told anyone. (True, true true...) Your beauty (Ha!) is intriguing and unorthodox but the real thing that makes you special is your eyes. Something in them makes them like "Diamonds In The Rough".
WHAT KIND OF SOUL DO YOU POSSESS?: You Are A Lost Soul
No one is really sure what that can always mean, because it can be defined in many ways. As Legend goes, lost souls were the spirits of passed away people who are neither in Heaven and Hell. They walk the Earth, brooding mysteriously, always appearing when you expect it the least. So hence, if you have a Lost Soul, you are probably very shy and insecure (Ha! And double Ha!). Stuck in your own little box, you watch the world fly by as a loner (True.) You don't know your place. You seemingly don't have a place in society or an interest (Very true indeed.) You are a very capricious person and are confused and frustrated about where you belong.(True.) You crave for the sense and feeling of home-but have not obtained it yet.(Spot on!)
WHERE DO YOU BELONG?:
You belong in the land of darkness, otherwise known as the worlds in which I dwell. All here is beauty inspired by tragedy and great sorrow. Write or go through other creative outlets to express the anguish you may be feeling, and never let anyone tell you are just being 'weepy' or full of 'teenage angst'(if you're a teenager. If not, then they should be punished for calling you one. They probably are trying to insult your maturity (WHAT maturity?!!... fools.) and always remain yourself, dark and amazing. Never change.
What do you reviewers think?
That aside, I asked a friend of mine(who agreed with the above results and said I WAS half-good and half-evil) which character from Van Helsing was I likely to be paired up with (WHY did I ask that?!!!). Her reply was (Don't laugh): Dracula. The Horror....
On with the story, anyway....
Archery was next. Dracula and Cassandra had spent hours here. That girl was distracted easily, true, but when she put her mind to it, (I see the same thing in my report card) she would be off like a shot.
"Concentrate..."
He told her for the umpteen time. If she had a coin for every time he said that...
Pulling the arrow back, she looked hard at the bullseye (that's a funny name). Shutting out everything, she aimed-and fired. She closed her eyes, not daring to hope.
"Congratulations."
She opened her eyes. She could not believe it. It was a bullseye. She could have kissed him. (Don't we wish?)
"What's next?"
"Catching an arrow with your bare hands-
"WHAT?!!!!"
(She must have swallowed a microphone as a child)
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
(Present Time)
DRACULA'S POV:
I held back a smirk at the memories. My ears are still healing from that one. Oh how, she fretted shooting me. If only she knew I couldn't die. Then, it was my turn. She certainly had good reflexes. She caught it with two hands first, then ONE. Should any vampire slayer come, woe betide him should his path and hers cross...
I watch her once more. After a minute or two, she sits up, gasping for air she does not need. The room is stifling and dark-I drew the curtains earlier- though it is bright outside.
"You live. Not many do."
I tell her. She looks at me, her eyes intense. I wait for the slap. I wait for the strike. I wait for a string of abuses from her mouth. They never came. Instead,
"What-
She turns and looks into the mirror and screams at what she cannot see. I leave the room. I hear the smashing of a mirror and the sounds of a Fury tearing the room apart. She will not need it anyway. I finally hear the howls of horror and rage subside-into sobs. Then, to my horror, the yanking of a curtain-and the smashing of a window.... I rush back in.
88888888888888888
Cassandra's POV:
Such nightmares I have awakened from! Of fangs, cruel mouths and...rose petals? The last thing I remember was Dracula placing his mouth to my neck- and...and..Oh God...drinking my blood!
Nosferatu.
The undead. Drinkers of the living. Children of the Devil. Sweet God... Dracula is one of them. And now, so am I.
"You live. Not many do."
He tells me. And so what?! Is that something to be happy for? Is it some sort of honor? This...from the man I looked up to? I'm so confused...and ANGRY. I look at myself in the mirror while feeling my neck-two neat punctures decorate it- and scream:NOT at what I see but what I CANNOT see. I have no reflection nor...I press my fingers to my chest-heartbeat. He leaves the room as I thrash it in all my rage and pain. Why? Why? Why? I sob. Then, in a suicidal impulse, I throw myself out of the window....
I TRIED TO KILL THE PAIN
BUT ONLY BROUGHT MORE
It is morning. The Sun's Rays hit me like knives, causing me great pain. Oh God, I am in pain, in anguish...is this it? Before I know it, I hit the ground hard. And I'm still burning.
I LAY DYING AND I'M POURING CRIMSON REGRET AND BETRAYAL
I'M DYING, PRAYING, BLEEDING AND SCREAMING
AM I TOO LOST TO BE SAFE
AM I TOO LOST?
MY GOD MY TOURNIQUET-RETURN TO ME SALVATION
MY GOD MY TOURNIQUET-RETURN TO ME SALVATION
DO YOU REMEMBER ME LOST FOR SO LONG?
WILL YOU BE ON THE OTHER SIDE-WILL YOU FORGET ME?
I'M DYING, PRAYING, BLEEDING AND SCREAMING
AM I TOO LOST TO BE SAVED?
AM I TOO LOST?
Heavenly Father, I don't know if you listen to a condemned woman's prayer, but if you do, return to me the salvation I lost, I plead of Thee. Or am I too late?
MY GOD MY TOURNIQUET
RETURN TO ME SALVATION
(I WANT TO DIE)
No, I want to live! I want to live! Yes, I want to live, to Hell whatever I am now...I want to LIVE! Someone save me!
MY GOD MY TOURNIQUET
RETURN TO ME SALVATION
MY GOD MY TOURNIQUET
RETURN TO ME SALVATION
Suddenly, I see a long black cape wrap around me as if it has a life of its own-and pulls me back inside the castle. It belongs to Dracula of course. I close my eyes and fall into blessed oblivion.
MY WOUNDS CRIED FOR THE GRAVE
MY SOUL CRIED FOR DELIVERANCE
WILL I BE DENIED
CHRIST, TOURNIQUET-MY SUCIDE?
NO, I do NOT own Evanescence nor Van Helsing. And just to keep you waiting, I will be introducing a certain werewolf-cum-gypsy prince to our new fledgling....