But just a notice than I will no longer be putting any fanfiction on here.
The old stuff will stay, and not be updated.
I rarely write fanfics anymore and it's too much of a hassle to put them up.
So, NO MOAR!!!!


You Want To Know Me? :preview:Vitale?You Want To Know Me? :preview:
I look up from my book, Dracula once again, and gaze upon Nitro. The hunter flinches slightly, and I grin sardonically knowing the cause was my luminescent red eyes. He says he is not afraid of me, that I am just another part of the family but I know better. I am the most dangerous in our little, well large, home; even that half werewolf would seem like a puppy compared to me.
Yes? I answer softly. Nitro's wrist has a stark white stretch of gauze wrapped around it, as he had just finished feeding me. My thirst is unquenchable, but I drink enough to keep my alternate, my vicis, Dolor,


The Soldier's SideAnd for the first time, I knew; and it hurt deep inside because they all lied. The posters and radio announcements spoke of valour and duty. Of being celebrated and remembered as a hero for years to come. It was all nothing but rose colored, romanticized bullshit. Those posters, the men on the radio, never once do they mention the true terror one feels on the front lines. The bombs that can rip a man apart, or the mustard gas that seeps into your body and lungs, making each short, painful breath burn like the very fires of hell. The girls giggling on the radio would never be able to describe the eyes of a dead man. Hollow, black, doll like, tThe Soldier's Side
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But from now on, give me a more specific idea. This happens when my mind goes off X(
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Never can I truly be free from the past, for my soul aches to have what I cannot.
Only upon my death shall I be released, and those I leave behind will move on.
I'll try to give a more specefic idea but like I said it might get boring cus' i know too much.
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some day that little boy gonna be a grown man, bent over a table with his pants around his ankles being repeatedly entered by another man - unckle Ruckus, no relation.
You know, I'm going to be asking for more girls. Just to irritate you XD
If you just give me specific points, I just have to fill in what happens between. And it might be different than you thought.
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Never can I truly be free from the past, for my soul aches to have what I cannot.
Only upon my death shall I be released, and those I leave behind will move on.
Maybe...We'll see.
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some day that little boy gonna be a grown man, bent over a table with his pants around his ankles being repeatedly entered by another man - unckle Ruckus, no relation.
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Never can I truly be free from the past, for my soul aches to have what I cannot.
Only upon my death shall I be released, and those I leave behind will move on.
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