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memories: snape & lily

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 22:23:15 GMT

oh MY god. i just found the BEST harry potter video. i have EVER seen. just to give you a low down, it's a mix of clips showing how snape died and his relationship with lily. it's amazing because of how the clips from different movies fit so well with each other! this video almost made me cry! XD that's how well it was put together. if your a snape fan, feel free to take a looksie.

t h e n i g h t m a r e

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 20:51:24 GMT

back by popular (XD) demand, i decided to write a little more about Lucas. keep an eye out for more posts! i hope you enjoy!

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“Lucas.”

She stepped towards me, her hands outstretched. Her face gleaming with maniacal tears and her lips turned up in an insane smile. “You deserve to die.” There was a small thud as my back hit the wall behind me. What the hell was I doing? I was careless. Did I really deserve to die like this? By the hands of my own mother?

“Lucas?”

I had nowhere else to move to. She had me trapped. She giggled to herself when she finally got a hold of my throat. It was at that moment I lost the will to live. I could feel her nails digging into the tender flesh of my throat, her palms pressing hard against my esophagus. Damn. She really did want to kill me. I could feel my breath leaving me. Gasping for air, I didn’t even try to pry her hands away from me. I could feel cold tears escaping my eyes. My whole body was starting to go numb. I choked harder when she tightened her grip. This woman was inhumanly strong. Tighter and tighter. I looked up into her face, tears clouding my vision, I was starting to get dizzy. I was beginning to lose consciousness when I saw her frown suddenly. She bent close and whispered in my ear, “Sinners should die the death they deserve..”

“Lucas!”

I woke with a start, breathing heavily, cold sweat covering my body. I shivered as I pushed myself into a sitting position. I felt arms hold me tightly and the smell of that familiar cologne wisped by me.

“What are you doing here Cyric? How did you get in?”

“The way I always do. The window.” I looked over to where my window was and sure enough, there it was, ajar. “I called you like 20 times. I got worried when you didn’t pick up.” Cyric leaned his head against mine, foreheads touching. His sweet scent relaxed me, I leaned into the warm embrace, trying to forget my nightmare. I felt Cyric kiss my forehead lovingly, I smiled to myself. He was always so sweet.

“Did you have the same dream again?” Concern was laced in his voice. I felt my body stiffen when I was reminded of that horrid vision. I breathed in deeply, not knowing what to say.

“… How did you know?”

“I came into your room and saw you against the wall. You sounded like you were choking, so I knew it was that dream.” Cyric pulled me closer with those words. Leaning on his shoulder I intertwined my fingers with his, his palm warming to the touch.

“Sorry I worried you, darling..” I knew he was smiling. He always smiled when I called him that.

“It’s okay. I wouldn’t be a very good fiancée if I didn’t worry.” I could feel him playing with my hair, another thing that always relaxed me.

“Oh. Cyric, what are you doing here?” I looked up at the sudden voice. My father stood in the doorway, looking somewhat perplexed. My father was always an understanding man, so he wasn’t shocked when he knew that Cyric and I were together. I could feel his eyes of worry on me. “Are you okay Lucas? You look shaken up.”

“He had another nightmare.” Cyric explained. My father walked over to me and placed a hand on my forehead. He frowned as he took his hand away.

“You have a fever. I knew my eyes weren’t fooling me when you looked a bit flushed last night during dinner..” I felt his strong arms push my back down onto the bed. “Thank you, Cyric, for being so worried. I’ll take it from here.” Ah, the helpfulness of having a doctor in the family. Cyric made a face as he looked at my father.

“Please regard me kindly, but I’d really like to stay here with him.” He turned to me with warm eyes and a loving smile. “I want to keep him company..” He placed his hand on mine, clutching it tightly. I felt my father eye our hands, but I sensed his smile.

“Of course. That won’t be a problem.”

Oh, how I loved my father. I know that if my mother knew of this, she would be outraged. She had always been against gay love. She found it sinful and dirty. I wonder why she was so religious, she’s committed many sins broken so many rules herself. Tch. She’s a fucking hypocrite.

Sometimes I’m mad, other times I’m not. Sometimes I feel like I don’t really deserve the fate that is planned out for me, sometimes I do. I wish I could go back in time, to find what had made my mother such an angry person. I still remember the happy times. That was, until everything went dark.

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i know, i kind of bs'd this whole story. XD hopefully i'll improve in my writing and will be able to give more on LUCAS in the next story. to make of for my lack of writing skills, here's a little drawing that i did of Lucas and Cyric. comments and critiques on either the drawing or story will be greatly appreciated [:

sudden inspiration.

Sat, 01 Sep 2007 03:59:16 GMT

lately, i've been really inspired to write a story or somesort of a diary entry for a new character of mine, so, i'm going to give it a shot =D.

"Mother." Cupping my hands carefully, I encased the blue and silver butterfly between my fingertips. Running towards my mother with a sort of excitement in my voice, she acknowledged me with a small glance." Mother! Look at what I caught!" I plopped myself in the grass in front of her and held my hands out, palms up to show her the beautiful creature I was hiding. I looked up, excited to see what she thought, but the look on her face struck me silent. Her shrieked was so high pitched, I nearly covered my ears out of instinct, but I knew the consequences of being rude.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! How DARE you bring such a filthy creature so close to me!" She slapped the butterfly to the ground and crushed it beneath her feet. I looked on in horror as she killed it. When she had finished crushing the poor thing into the dirt, she looked me straight in the face, anger evident in her face. "Don't EVER do that again!" There was a loud crack as her hand connected with my face. It took me a moment before I realized what had happened, then the pain set in. My father came running when he had witnessed the gruesome slap my mother rewarded me with. I brought my hand to my cheek, suddenly feeling numb.

My father was quickly pulling Mother away from me. "Lucas.. I'm so sorry you had to go through this again." I watched them walk away from me. All I remember was suddenly feeling sick. My face felt hot and I grew dizzy. I could see Natalia, my maid, rushing to me in the corner of my eye and that was that.

Wait a minute. I felt an odd kind of warmness around me. I attempted to open my eyes, but no matter how hard I tried, I still saw the back of my eyelids.

"Are you awake, Lucas?"

I turned my head towards the source of the voice.

"Who's there?"

I could sense eyes on me. Maniacal laughter filled my ears and broke through the silence. It was that moment that I realized where I was and who I was with. Mother roughly grabbed me by the hair to my feet. I could feel her breath on my neck as she hissed into my ear.

"You can't open your eyes can you, boy?" She chuckled evilly as she pulled harder on my locks. I swallowed hard. Her breathing grew heavier with anticipation, almost as if she was going to kill me right then and there. I prayed that's not what was going to happen.

I felt her hands on my face. It graced over my eyelids, when I felt an excruciating pain. My eyes hurt so bad. I could feel it in my skull. This certainly was an outer body type of pain. The woman I call Mother laughed once more when she saw the pain in my face.

"Wait till your father finds out what I've done! He'll be so pleased!" A noise came from deep within her. It partially sounded like a demonic kind of shriek, but had the makings of a cackle in it. She bent down low to whisper in my ear once more.

"I tore out your eyes boy! I TORE THEM OUT OF YOUR SKULL! Those orange eyes of yours digusted me to no end!" I could feel her shaking with a demented kind of happiness. I would have been crying, but I couldn't. Nothing would come out. "I sewed your eyes shut.. and now I'll never have to look at your eyes again!" My last memories of that night were my mother's screeching laughter resonating in my head, ringing in my ears. It was then I knew... there's no turning back.

=D comments would make me very happy! should i continue with this?