i'm a bad blogger =(

so yeah i suck at blogging lmao. but theres a reason for it! sorta. I was in whyoming for like 8 days and we went camping through yellowstone on horseback. it was rad. and we got back err 2 weeks ago .. sorrrrryyy

but yeah. I'm starting to get bored with my book =( this sucks. i need some serious writing classes or whatever ..

camp

so i'm at the writing camp right now and its friggen amazing. i have two college professors as my teachers and i haf class from 930-12 and then 130-450. its actually soooo much fun i'm learning soo much. i'll def update after i get home. byee guysss<33

my preface

Once upon a time, there was innocence. There was Adam, and there was Eve, and before the apple, there was innocence. But there is always evil, lurking in the shadows even in the most pure and godliest places.
What most people don’t know about the story of Adam and Eve and their garden is the story of the apple seeds. When Eve first fell under the spell of the snake, she was so shocked at how delicious this forbidden fruit was that she dropped the apple, and a seed fell out of the apple and disappeared into the grass.
Immediately Eve was tainted by the spell in the forbidden fruit, and she ran to find Adam and plucked a ripe, red apple for him from the tree.
Once Adam bit into the apple, he too was startled by the taste that was dancing on his tongue that he dropped his apple, and another seed fell into the ground. God descended upon them then, and, well, you know the rest of the story.
But what you don’t know is the story about what happened over the next few years. The seeds grew into trees, side by side, and as the garden of Eden was forgotten by the children of Adam and Eve, the two trees twisted together, supporting each other as though twins, holding each other up, forever scarring the fate of the universe.

aghhhh

I have no clue how to start my story. I'm rewriting most of it so I can bring it away from the whole TWILIGHT scene and make it into something better (sorry stephenie meyers but it had to be said)
anyone have any ideas? i'm completely stuck. I wrote about 6 different beginining and they all suck =(

bumper cars

two words and BAM! just like that i'm transported back in time and i'm re-living a memory i didn't even know i had.

the time and place is the day we met in the cool summer drizzle at that carnival and me shyly watching as your bumper car was slammed into the corner of the floor where on the outside of the fence i was standing. your eyes widened as they locked on mine and i looked away, embarrased.
when the ride let out you whispered something into Brittney's ear and your eyes locked on mine again and being the coward that i was i looked away. I didn't hear you come up behind me but when your arms wrapped around my waist i leaned back into you, knowing it was you.
"Hello!" You yelled in my ear. I tilted my head to the side and caught your gorgeous green eyes.
"Hello!" I yelled back. You let go of my waist with your arms but hooked one thumb in my belt loop pulling me closer for a second before walking away.

I walk the line like johnny cash

So mommy brought home something called a moon flower .. it blooms on the full moon at night .. how awesome is that? o and also...
i'm soo obsessed with this song called Just Impolite by plushgun. The music to it kinda sucks but the lyrics = amazzinngg<3333

Friday night became so lonely,
When you came to make a break,
That seemed to take all day to make me angry 'cause ILike you,
maybe I'm just Like You
Holding on to something that we know we can not hold
or fold it seems it seems we just can't forget
Are you frightened, by perfection?
Is this who you are,
not who you want to be,
I walk the line like Johnny Cash
I made the bus in seconds flat
I called your line too many times
I'm not obsessed, just impolite.
Sunday came and went so quickly
now you say you want me back
you will hold on, despite my cons,
it seems we're meant to hate it!
Being so dependent.
But it seems we can believe that we're two peas in this pod
we call New York, gets so lonesome.
Are you frightened, by neglection?
Am I who you want to see yourself to be?
I walk the line like Johnny Cash
I made the bus in seconds flat
I called your line too many timesI'm not obsessed, just impolite
You're stuck on me, you don't know why
Can't leave me anytime you try
They say that everybody criesso don't think twice 'cause it's alright.
Stay here,
touching you, touching the light in your eyes
that keeps coming back

The Complete Outline

Kay so here's the complete and final outline. Ready? Okay.

• St. Michael created Khepri who is the first vampire. She ended up drinking from her cat (Egyptians thought cats were godly or whatever - i'll elaborate that more in my story) and she ended up turning her cat into a vampire. Horrified with what she did, she sent her cat and her daughter over to europe away from what Khepri has become.
• Back into history - Gods and Godesses' affairs in greece and such often lead to people claiming that their son/daughter was a God's son. These children by Gods are going to be where Witches come from. Khepri's cat spread the vampirism to the other cats (who were witches' familiars) to rats who got into italy over time.
• Still in history - Romulus and Remus were the two twins who fought over Rome. The wolf who was said to of raised them was supposedly Artemis, the goddess. When Remus lost he went to start over in a place where nobody would know him. He went to America where he devised a plan to create his own "species" of werewolves with the natives there.
• The wolves in Italy kept low until the vampires came into existence. They asked for the witches' help because their "species" are like cousins basically. They are related by Artemis.
• The vampires got revenge in salem
• Everything settled down and peace was made, except they didn't know about Remus.
• Khepri's great (etc) daughter is Ariana (the grandmother) and Vivian (main character)
• Vivian has to stop Remus's "army".

too confusing??

Junior Year

So guys, did I ever mention how much Junior Year sucks???? I feel like i have no free time to myself =\
my life is literally; school, work, riding.
not to mention i have my chem and math tutors. kill me now *rolls eyes*
it's hard to work on a book when i have to worry about 2-dichloride and statistics and shit. its like the weekends are the only time i have for writing.
which kinda sucks cuz weekends is supposed to be kickin back with ur friends right?
wrong.
too bad my friends can't balance out the whole best friends + boyfriends = HANG OUT WITH ME! equation. not everyone is as talented as me =p

eh whateverrrr
i just cant wait til summerrrr

Romulus and Remus

I was looking in my old stuff to find something to submit to a writing camp, and I came across an essay simply titled "Rome was created by two brothers" which sparked an idea.

Rome is in Italy.
It was supposedly created by two brothers who were raised by the Lupa, or the Wolf. Lupa is a name for the priestesses of a fox goddess, leading to an alternative theory that the wolf was human.

Hmmmmmmm .. looking more into this theory. I'll get back to you followers soon.

x-men origins

I'm an official dork. X-men made me cry. I'm not guna give it away, but let me tell u that wolverine is one of the most heartbreaking characters i've ever come across.

we're introduced to a lot of new mutants, one of which being this guy Gambit who i'm FREAKIN IN LOVE WITH! he's this magician type mutant annnnd i love him =)

Comment me if you see it and let me kno what you guys thinkkkkkkk

on the bright side it gave me a new idea =D

ughhh

im having some serious writers block =(

new names

sooo I'm thinking about changing the main character's name to Vivian cuz I think Evangelina is waaaaaaaaay too over the top.

and I think my pen name might b Alice Rose Lipsky

cuz every great person in history is named Alice;

Alice Cooper

Alice in Chains

Alice Cullen

Alice in Wonderland

Alice Lipsky .. the new face of greatness

i like it =)

Another Nifty Fact

So I was reading this book I checked out of the library called Witch Hunt; Mysteries of the Salem Witch Trials by Marc Aronson, and I came across a really interesting piece of information, one that might be extremely vital to my story.

"The Puritans' mission in America was the clearest in the early days of their New England settlements. The Puritans had arrived on ships. Built of long wooden planks, their churchers were like simple wooden boats on land, safeguarding the believers inside. And, as one of their descendants, Nathaniel Hawthorne, wrote, when one of them killed a wolf, he claimed his reward by nailing it "on the porch of the meetinghouse," where the blood would drip onto the doorstep. This balance of simple strength and fierce combat was the essence of Puritanism."

It goes on to describe how the Puritans had a brutal war with the Indians (the Natives).

I did some quick research and found on this website http://www.ask.com/bar?q=were+the+puritans+responsible+for+the+salem+witch+trials%3F&page=1&qsrc=0&ab=1&u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.salemwitchtrials.com%2Fsalemwitchcraft.html the following info

"Puritans believed in witches and their ability to harm others. They defined witchcraft as entering into a compact with the devil in exchange for certain powers to do evil. Thus, witchcraft was considered a sin because it denied God’s superiority, and a crime because the witch could call up the Devil in his/her shape to perform cruel acts against others. Therefore, in any case when witchcraft was suspected, it was important that it was investigated thoroughly and the tormentor(s) identified and judged."


A Few Questions: What if the Puritans were really the Vampires seeking their revenge on the witches after they created the werewolves to keep the vamps in line.
And what if the wolf head tacked on the door of the meetinghouse wasn't just a wolf head? What if it was half human? But not the werewolf we expect. Not the one from Europe. What if it was something to do with the natives? What if the natives aren't ALL human?

location

oh, and another thing - i'm still not too sure about the location i picked for the book. I figured I'd use Potsdam because when I was talking to my Mom about writing the book, we were talking about how almost all vampire books take place in the south. Like Anne Rice usually is in New Orleans, and True Blood is in Louissianna. The only one that didn't was Twilight. So right now it's in Potsdam since I know the area well, but it will most likely change later on in the story. Any suggestions?

Introducing the Vampires

So i've been working on a few things (mostly during school, but don't tell mom and dad!!) It's been kinda hard so i've been toying around for a few ideas on how to introduce the vampires. THis is the first final rough copy i have, and yes yes i know its almost exactly like Twilight, but like i said this is a ROUGH copy. I'm still working on it. This is just sort of my guideline you kno? Anyway, tell me what you think =)

“Eva!” Nick said, waving me over with his hand. I cringed at the nickname before dragging my feet over to his table.
“Guys, move over,” he said with a smile shoving everyone down the bench. I hesitated, not sure if they would accept me into their group, but my fears where squashed when they all turned to me with smiling eyes. Nick patted a spot on the bench next to him and I somehow managed to squeeze in between him and a girl in my chemistry class named Kelsey.
“So, how do you like Potsdam?” Kelsey asked, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity.
I hate it. It sucks, I hate the cold, and I miss the beach. I hate being here. I just want to go home, I thought to myself. Instead I blinked the forming tears in my eyes and gave her a pathetic excuse for a smile.
“It’s … different.” I said. She opened her mouth to say something, but Nick cut her off.
“What was Bayport like?” He asked. I closed my eyes and smiled.
“I hated it, honestly. I couldn’t wait to get out.” I opened my eyes and looked into his pale blue ones. “It’s one of those towns you hate while you’re there, but you love when you’re away. It was so tiny, but I guess it had its own kind of charm. Like how from any place in town you could walk to the beach easily, and how in the summer it always had a certain salty smell to it. We didn’t have a movie theatre, or even a bowling alley. We had a Starbucks, about seven gas stations, five nail salons, a psychic and two dance centers. I actually miss it a lot.” Nick nodded.
“Well, hopefully we can make you feel right at home,” he said with a smile squeezing my hand. I grinned and rolled my eyes at him.
“Ew. Do you smell that?” Said a girl who had introduced herself as Kelly. She wrinkled her freckled nose and looked pointedly at something over my shoulder. Everyone turned to look, and it was as if the whole cafeteria was silent as 15 or so people walked in and sat at the only empty table; as if it was reserved just for them. They were all beautiful, and pale. Wait, that was silly. Everybody here was pale, especially compared to me. But it was as if they were pale in a different way. Not in a way that said that they lacked the Vitamin D they needed, but in a delicate, beautiful way. I had noticed one of the girls in my English class earlier. I had sat next to her in the back of the classroom, admiring her long blond curls as they fell over her shoulder and cascaded down her back. She was quiet, but it didn’t seem to be in a bored or shy way. It was almost defensive. Sitting next to her was, well, probably the most breathtaking person I have ever seen – he had straight dark hair that fell over into one of his cold green eyes. He stared back at me, unashamed and I could feel a blush crawling into my cheeks as he bit his bottom lip and his eyes widen as he looked me up and down, even as I sat.
I was pulled back to earth by an uproar of laughter coming from the table I was sitting at.
“What did I miss?” I asked with a shy smile.
“Nothing. Joe just made a joke about them,” Nick said jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the table I had just been staring at.
“Oh yeah? You guys don’t like them or something?” I asked, taking a bite of my salad. An awkward silence fell over the table for a moment.
“Something like that,” Kelsey said. She smiled at me before returning to her peanut butter and banana sandwich. I glanced at Nick curiously but he seemed to be concentrating very hard on his food.
After lunch, I ignored Nick and Kelsey’s offers to walk me to math. They were going to gym, and I knew that it was on the other side of the school. Instead, I walked behind the girl I sat next to in English, another girl with dark red hair and a boy whose black straight hair kept falling into his eyes.
“Are you sure it’s her?” The blond asked. The girl with the red hair turned to look at the boy and he nodded.
“Can’t you feel it?” He asked. “All the signs say so. I’ll see you later,” he said slipping into a classroom with the redhead. I watched them shut the door behind them before running to catch up to the blond.
“Hi,” I said nervously. She turned suddenly, her big brown eyes widening in surprise.
“Oh! Hello,” she said with a smile. “You’re Evangelina right? I’m Caroline. I think we have English together.” I smiled back.
“Yeah, that’s me. I’m just wondering if you know where room 302 is.” I asked, holding out my schedule shyly.
“Oh! I’m going there too! Come on I’ll show you.” She gestured for me to follow and I happily shoved my map and schedule into my back pocket.
“So how do you like Potsdam?” She asked. I shrugged.
“It’s okay. It’s so … “ I trailed off trying to find the right word.
“Cold? Boring? Ready to gouge your eyes out with a rusty spoon?” Caroline suggested. I laughed.
“Yeah something like that.” I said with a smile as we entered the math room.
“Want to sit in the back with me? Mr. Frey is such a bore.” Caroline looked at me with a smile. I caught Kelsey’s eye over her shoulder, who was trying to point to a seat she saved for me.
“Sure” I told Caroline and followed her to the back.
I only had two more periods to go after that, art and history, and when I got to art I could tell that Kelsey was not happy when I sat down at the table next to her.
“I saved a seat for you,” she shot at me. I winced.
“I didn’t want to be rude to Caroline,” I said apologetically. She rolled her eyes.
“If you hang out with them, people will talk Eva. Nobody likes them here,” she hissed as the dark haired boy I noticed earlier walked by with the red head that was holding hands with a dark puppy dog faced boy. The three of them sat down at a table in a way where I was facing the dark haired boy. Our eyes locked and I gasped softly. His eyes were so deep and beautiful, something I hadn’t noticed before. I was aware that my mouth was probably hanging open like a dead fish and immediately shut it with a tiny pop.
“Eva,” Nick said with a smile, sitting down across from me, blocking my view of the boy. I blinked.
“Oh, hey.” I said with a smile.
“Are you artistic at all?” He asked with a smile, pushing a drawing pad and charcoal pencil my way. I shrugged.
“It’s a hobby.”
“Okay everyone. We’re doing portraits. So partner up.” The art teacher, Mr. Blandt said. He stopped at our table.
“Evangelina, is it?” He asked peering down at me through thick rimmed glasses. I smiled up at him.
“She likes Eva,” Nick put in, and I winced but didn’t bother to correct the statement.
“Eva it is then. Do you mind working with CJ?” The dark haired boy looked up sharply as Nick narrowed his eyes.
“Oh, not at all,” I said breathlessly. Shyly I gathered my things and went over to sit across from him.
“Hello,” he said, his cold deep green eyes scanning over my face. I blushed.
“Hi,” I whispered, pulling my sketchpad towards me. When I looked up to introduce myself formally, I was startled to find that he was already working. I blinked and shook my head, taking my charcoal pencil in my hand and began to sketch him, only glancing when I had to therefore reducing the blush meter.
“You’re Evie, yes?” CJ asked. I looked up at him sharply.
“Do you know my grandmother?” I asked, bewildered. He looked surprised at the question, and then completely confused.
“No, should I?” He asked. I shook my head.
“No. It’s just that she’s the only one that calls me Evie. Everyone here calls me Eva,” I explained. A flash of anger whipped across his face before he made it completely smooth. I leaned back in surprise. Why did he look so angry?
“Would you prefer Eva?” Again I shook my head.
“Not at all. I love Evie.” I said softly before ducking my head back to my work.

Nona's Confession

So i'm thinking bout how I can work everything into the story and this is what I Have so far. That the Grandmother - Nona - tells Evie these weird stories and when Evie researches them, most of them end up being true. HEre's something I wrote today. What do u guys think?

“Nona?”
“Yes, dearie?”
“How did you go blind?” She was still for a second.
“You really want to know?” Her voice came out in a harsh whisper.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. She nodded.
“Come here darling. Hold my hand. It’s difficult to relive it, but it’s time to talk about it.” I scooted off the worn red couch to sit at her feet, my back pressed against her legs, my hand in hers.
“Evie, do you believe in Vampires? Werewolves? Witches?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because if you didn’t you’d be a fool. You know I was in Italy for a long long time right?”
“Yes” I repeated.
“Did anyone ever tell you why?”
“No, Nona. They just told me you needed a vacation.” She chuckled.
“Vacation my ass. I was researching.”
“Researching what?” There was a pause.
“Vampires.” My back stiffened.
“Go on,” I said in a hushed whisper.
“Well, I lived in Salem, Massachusetts for a while. I grew up next door to my best friend, Bessie. Her family was supposedly Witches that dated back to the Salem Witch Trials. They were one of the lucky few who got away.
“One day, Bessie invited me over to meet her Grandmother. While there, she told us an old legend.” Nona paused for a second, her hands moving slowly around on the table next to her and finally coming to a rest on the glass of water. Carefully she raised it to her lips and took a sip before feeling for the table again, placing it down gently.
“She told us that her grandmother had been involved with some dark, dark magick and that the priest that started the Salem Witch Trials wasn’t a priest at all – it was a vampire. He wanted his revenge on the witches, as well as many many more vampires.”
“Revenge?” I asked. She nodded.
“What do you know of the Bubonic Plague?” She asked.
“Not much. Why?”
“Do you know of the symptoms?” I thought for a minute.
“Yes. Swelling in the glands, and red marks on the skin that turned to black.” Nona nodded.
“Yes,” she said softly. “Bessie’s grandmother told us that the plague was actually vampirism being spread. Now, in case you didn’t know, witches are all about the balance between good and evil, night and day and such.
“Well, when the coven found out about the outbreak of vampirism going on in Europe, they became wary and scared. They were put on this planet to balance out the world, so they created something else to keep the vampires in line. Not to kill them, but to keep the world at ease.”
“What did they create, Nona?” Suddenly I was scared, unsure if I wanted to know the answer.
“Werewolves.”
“How?!” I asked, sitting up straight.
“No one knows for sure, but witches were very powerful creatures. Anything is possible. The legend goes to tell that the witches created the werewolves, but like every creation with a human mind, the werewolves grew quickly out of control. They became their own species of human, separating themselves from the witches all together. They began to massacre the vampires.
“Fearful for their life, the High Witch gathered the covens and all of them fled to America. The High Witch – who, by the way, was the one who began the creation of werewolves – settled in Salem. After the “plague” ended in Europe all together – thanks to the werewolves – some vampires traveled to America and started to plot against the witches, which is how the Salem Witch Trials occurred. They were looking for the High Witch, knowing that if they killed her, then all witches’ powers would be eliminated. Of course the plan backfired, and as soon as the Prime Vampire realized that they were getting frantic and killing innocent people – as well as witches – he made them stop, and the vampires dispersed across America and nothing was thought of it again.
“The story stayed with me forever, as it will with you. So as soon as I was old enough I went to Italy to find out as much as possible. I wanted to find out if it was true.” She paused.
“Was it?” I asked breathlessly.
“Yes, my dear. I found that out the hard way.” There was a moment of silence before the puzzle pieces clicked together.
“Nona,” I gasped. “What happened to you!?” She patted my hand before continuing.
“I witnessed something I wasn’t supposed to see. His name was Vincent, and I had fallen in love with him. It wasn’t long before I put it together that he was exactly what I was looking for.
“I followed him one night, desperate for answers, and boy did I find them. I remember it like it was yesterday; he had disappeared down an alley and when I peaked down there, he was crouched over something. I went to go take a step in, to see if he was hurt or something, but then a vicious snarl stopped me in my tracks. A huge black wolf came flying out of no where, knocking me down and hurling itself at Vincent. I cried out to warn him, but my warning cry turned into a cry of terror as I saw his fangs, and the thing he had been crouching over.” She shuddered, and I squeezed her hand in reinsurance.
“Then what?”
“Then I watched the man – no, vampire – I loved die. I watched as the werewolf ripped him to shreds, and then the wolf turned into a man and set the pieces on fire and dragged the body behind a pile of garbage. That’s when he finally saw me, his cold blue eyes narrowed at me as I still sat on the ground where he had knocked me down. He began to walk over to me and as he did I could hear his bones snapping as he shifted in back into a wolf. I didn’t have time to scream before he threw himself in the air at me, and I closed my eyes and threw my hands up in a pathetic attempt to protect myself.
“I’m not too sure what happened next, but all I know is that I felt something very warm and very safe pull me away, and I heard the yelp of a hurt dog. When I opened my eyes, there was … something … fighting the wolf off. It was a man, I know that. But he was surrounded in glowing white light. He was beautiful, and I watched as he bloodied the wolf’s paw, and the wolf fell down belly up. It was still alive, and probably would of kept fighting, but the being straightened up and pointed in the opposite way the wolf had come from.
“Go.” The being said and the wolf abided. The being came over to me and touched my face, silver tears slipping down its face.
“My dear, my apologies,” he said in plain English. “I am so sor-“ his voice got caught in his throat as he saw the necklace that hung around my neck. The same necklace that hangs around yours, Evie. He picked it up gently and asked as if in awe where I had gotten it from. I stammered, explaining it had been passed down in my family girl to girl for years, and suddenly he looked angry.
“Go back to America child,” he said angrily, but still with some kindness. And there was brilliance – a bright light, and then … nothing. I don’t know how I ended up back home, but I did. And I was blind.”

Another fun fact for today

In the library when I typed in Bubonic Plague, Bram Stoker's Dracula came up.
Coincidence?
This is getting eerie.

HOLY F***ING COW!

Ok followers of my chaotic blog; get this!

So my story is morphing into something totally different; i think i have to write a whole new story and meld my ORIGINAL story into the side story. Why you ask? Because of these insane facts I just found.

First of all, the Bubonic Plague was first recorded in 430 B.C. in Egypt. It reached Constaninople in 542 AD where it disappeared again until 1334 AD again in Constaninople. It went on from there - it settled in russia in 1351 where it disappeared before showing up again in 1665 in London. IN 1679 the plague devastated most of Europe before dying out there for good.

However, in 1692 was when the salem witch trials first started in america and ended in 1693. Coincidence how close the dates are, no?

Not only that, but the Plague had popped up again, but not Europe. THe last records of the Plague was in september of 2005 when three lab mice with the bubonic plague symptoms escaped the University of Medicine and Dentistry of New Jersey.

I'm thinking I can fit all that into my story. I'm going to the library to find books on the trials and the plague and I'm clearing my old bulletin board to make a story board. Yeah, i'm going ALL out on this story because its insanely creepy how amazing the dates line up.

Can you imagine if all this stuff i'm writing about is really true? Ugh I just got chills =)

I'm also making reference to Twilight and Anne Rice and her Vampires as well as Dracula in my story, and Anne Rice is a vampire lol!

So after I read up on all that stuff, then I'm going to get started on werewolves and arch angels and yadidadida.

I'm soo excited to write this .. hopefully i dont get bored of it! =p

Vampires, Werewolves, and Archangels OHMY!

So, I'm writing a story. About vampires. And I finally have the outline done. I wana know what you guys think of it so far.

17 year old Evangelina {Evie} Cavitolo moves from New York to somewhere I haven't figured out yet so her family could be closer to her insane blind grandmother. While there, she must become accustomed to a few new things. First of all her parents start going and becoming extremely active in church, something of which they have never had the slightest interest in before. Not only that, but like every new student, Evie must make new friends.

Right off the bat, friendly and good looking Nick Canne asks her to sit with him and his friends at lunch. As she gets closer to them, she realizes that everyone is friends with them, and wants to be part of their little pack, except for one lunch table.

Full of quiet but beautiful people, this other group of friends stays as far away from Nick's posse, as well as everyone else at school. This doesn't stop people from talking about them though.

Evie soon realizes that this group of people aren't welcome in their small town, and she's curious to find out why.

Despite the fact that she's part of Nick's clique, the other clique is drawn to Evie, and she must choose a side.

It isn't until she's faced with this decision when she starts realizing that her batty grandmother may not be so batty afterall; that maybe her old folklore legends are really true, that maybe and possibly vampires and werewolves still stalk the earth today, and that Italy may have it's own secrets hidden deep inside it's depths that makes her question everything around her.

What if the bubonic plague wasn't really a plague at all; it was just the fact that archangles really did walk the earth, and one them saved someone? Someone who wasn't able to control the thirst for blood, and accidentally created a new species of human? Nobody knows what happened between the plague and the rennaissance for sure, and nobody knows how the plague was reigned in. What if it was the werewolves? What if there was a thousand year battle going on between vampires and werewolves, and Evie has just been thrown into the middle of it? If that's the case, where did werewolves come from? And what is up with that creepy church her parent's have been attending?

We're not meant to be, But i still love you.

What lies behind us
And what lies Before us
Are small matters compared to
What lies Within us
- Unknown

I think it's pure insanity how people can feel love so intensely and strongly and then BOOM! Just like that, the feelings disappear. It hurts, and it sucks and I don't like it one bit. Not for me, or anyone else out there. If you loved someone as intensely as you once claimed, you should at least be able to put them down gently back on their feet. If you truely loved them, you wouldn't let them go and watch them fall from such great heights. You would be able to place them gently so they don't shatter.

No. Your face is the same. I just don't know what beautiful means anymore. -Ender's Game

My once true love, if you asked me to today, I would hold your hand. But as Juliet once said, My lips have been purged of my sins, except this time I won't ask for them back. My sins that once slept upon my lips now rest on yours as well, and they are in my past as much as you are. I will think about you every day for a while, and then when I meet someone else - because I will, don't doubt it - I will think of you less and less like my once love before you. But don't be worried my favorite, I do think of my once love before you now and then. And I feel a pang of sadness in the empty void that he once filled, so unlike yet similar to the tear of sadness I feel when I think of what we had, what we were and what the future may or may not of held for us. I gave you my everything, and you gave me ... what? A song to play in my ear when I'm missing you, a movie to watch to make me think of you. Nothing I did, nothing I ever could of done could rescue you. Only you can do that, and the selfish boy within isn't going to let you. Until you let go of your past darling, you'll never feel love, and for that, I pity you.
Don't think of me when you play your stupid guitar, or when you watch those movies. Don't think of me when you stand by the ocean, grinning because you know you can conquer it. Don't even think of me when you look up to the vast twilight sky, and not even when you see more stars than you bargained for. Just listen to the song that I kept so secret to myself, like the beat to my heart I hugged it close to my chest, unwilling to share it with you, afraid of your criticism. But not anymore. Just listen for Drops of Jupiter, and think of me then, and only then. Because in a while that's the only damn time I'll be thinking about you.

"Girl, you got Talons."

I don't remember how old I was, but I remember it like it was yesterday. It was at the Yatch Club my family belongs to but never goes to anymore. All of us little kids who used to hang out there were playing tag in the old wooden locker rooms. We would hide in the open lockers and race our hearts out to the base. Every now and then a worried mother would yell in "Watch out for splinters!" And we'd nod solemnly to each other. We all knew about splinters.

I had been hiding with my one of my friends - whose name I can't even remember - when the tagger moved past our locker. I poked my head out to make sure he was safely around the corner before grabbing my friends hand and we sprinted to base. As we waited for everyone else to catch up with us, I felt an aching pain in my foot, and when I inspected it I found a splinter - a good 4 or 5 inches long - sticking out of my foot. It didn't even hurt.

Limping, I left the game and went over to a lifeguard and pointed to my foot. She looked like she was going to pass out. The splinter was in my foot good, half in half out.

"This is guna hurt" she admitted as I sat in the green plastic chair, both my hands clutching one of the arm rests. I shrugged and she began to pick away at the skin at the bottom of my foot with tweezers. It took about 2 hours for them to get it out, and the whole time I sat still and motionless. I didn't feel a thing.

"Girl, you got Talons." One of the lifeguards remarked taking a sip of her coke. I just smiled at her, and hoped I would get a cool scar to show off to my friends. When the splinter was out, they bandaged up my foot and I asked if I'd have a scar. Much to my dismay, they replied with a "not likely", so I asked if i could keep the splinter.

Looking at my foot now, they were right; I don't have a scar. But I still have that damn splinter. And I still got those damn talons.