Chapter 1
Roses.White roses.Over my Grandmother's coffin that layed in front of the eery room.This,dear reader,was the time where I thought it would be the end,the time where my life would turn down a dark trail and I would never find my was back.
It was noon and I was dressed in my black vestido at the funeral I have been dreading.I knew this dia would come.But wasn't this what happened in everyone's life?Aren't we just meant to mover on and forget? Well this was harder for me,you see because my dear grandmother ,May was my only family I had left,see my problem?
The room was rather dark,with green walls and a white ceiling,not a lot of people were there,just some of Gran's friends and the Frey's,and their children.The couple were close friends with my parents.Before they died last summer in a barco accident.
“Cleo,honey” Mrs Frey walked into my sight,her long black hair in a bun and her green dress swaying in the Autumn wind.
“Hey,Claire”I wasn't aloud to address her as 'Mrs Frey'.
“Oh,there's 'gonna take her to the cemetery soon,you can ride with us”her heavy Scottish accent was clearly still in her speech,even though she had been in California since she was twelve.
“Cleo!”called little Alex,only five years old,ran up to me in her little white polka dot dress and hugged me adoringly.She had known me since she was born.
“Hello Alex”I said,trying to sound cheerful “That's a very pretty dress”
“Not as pretty as yours”She said,sounding a little jealous.She only had a small Scottish accent in her.But she looked exactly like her mother.She had the light jade eyes,the soft brown hair and the pale skin that never seemed to go brown,no matter how much sun.I remember Claire showing me fotografias in black and white of her that I had mistaken her for Alex
Suddenly,the priest strolled up to us, he only looked on his twenties yet, there was a lot of maturity on his pale face.
“Pardon,but I believe we will be progressing to the cemetery now” his voice flowed in the light breeze like music.I nodded weakly and went to sit in the back of the Frey's monstrous black jeep.This Jeep was the one Mr. Frey picked out after their Commodore died from natural causes.I always liked the commodore mais than the Jeep.The commodore was closer to the ground.And Mr. Frey's driving was enough to make anyone jump out the window of the car and walk.
Author's Note:Sorry,I know its a bit short but I will try to make the chapters longer as I write.What did you think?And tell me what song pops into your head when you read this.It will help father in the story.
Roses.White roses.Over my Grandmother's coffin that layed in front of the eery room.This,dear reader,was the time where I thought it would be the end,the time where my life would turn down a dark trail and I would never find my was back.
It was noon and I was dressed in my black vestido at the funeral I have been dreading.I knew this dia would come.But wasn't this what happened in everyone's life?Aren't we just meant to mover on and forget? Well this was harder for me,you see because my dear grandmother ,May was my only family I had left,see my problem?
The room was rather dark,with green walls and a white ceiling,not a lot of people were there,just some of Gran's friends and the Frey's,and their children.The couple were close friends with my parents.Before they died last summer in a barco accident.
“Cleo,honey” Mrs Frey walked into my sight,her long black hair in a bun and her green dress swaying in the Autumn wind.
“Hey,Claire”I wasn't aloud to address her as 'Mrs Frey'.
“Oh,there's 'gonna take her to the cemetery soon,you can ride with us”her heavy Scottish accent was clearly still in her speech,even though she had been in California since she was twelve.
“Cleo!”called little Alex,only five years old,ran up to me in her little white polka dot dress and hugged me adoringly.She had known me since she was born.
“Hello Alex”I said,trying to sound cheerful “That's a very pretty dress”
“Not as pretty as yours”She said,sounding a little jealous.She only had a small Scottish accent in her.But she looked exactly like her mother.She had the light jade eyes,the soft brown hair and the pale skin that never seemed to go brown,no matter how much sun.I remember Claire showing me fotografias in black and white of her that I had mistaken her for Alex
Suddenly,the priest strolled up to us, he only looked on his twenties yet, there was a lot of maturity on his pale face.
“Pardon,but I believe we will be progressing to the cemetery now” his voice flowed in the light breeze like music.I nodded weakly and went to sit in the back of the Frey's monstrous black jeep.This Jeep was the one Mr. Frey picked out after their Commodore died from natural causes.I always liked the commodore mais than the Jeep.The commodore was closer to the ground.And Mr. Frey's driving was enough to make anyone jump out the window of the car and walk.
Author's Note:Sorry,I know its a bit short but I will try to make the chapters longer as I write.What did you think?And tell me what song pops into your head when you read this.It will help father in the story.
This is my topo, início 20 vampiros from Moviess / TV Series that I have watched to encontro, data !
20.Jessica
19.Laurent
18.Jane
17.Carlisle
16.Armand
15.Victoria
14.James
13.Jasper
12.Alice
11.Dracula
10.Eric
9.The Master
8.Louis
7.Lestat
6.Darla
5.Drusilla
4.Edward
3.Bill
2.Spike
1.Angel
20.Jessica
19.Laurent
18.Jane
17.Carlisle
16.Armand
15.Victoria
14.James
13.Jasper
12.Alice
11.Dracula
10.Eric
9.The Master
8.Louis
7.Lestat
6.Darla
5.Drusilla
4.Edward
3.Bill
2.Spike
1.Angel
cold as death
eyes like the moon
a smile with depth
ill be with u soon
i watch you run
as i watch you fly
into the distance
i watch you dance
as you come to a stop
you sit beside me
as i feel the sweet dagger and you taste heat
i start to get cold
as i taste the sweet summer dream
warm and smooth yet addicting and dangerous
then as i lie there in your lap
my eyes begin to close as my coração starts to stop
when i awaken to the sweet sound of u
i feel the mist of the ocean blue
but all turns and i have a thirst
as you realize you smile
take my hand and lead me
to a drink and once again
the daggers slide in but i don't feel them
for once again i taste that sweet summer dream