Walking through the dark forest as her white strappy sandals  stepped onto the leaves and cracked them. Sookie kept her eyes on the ground thinking about the death of her 'Gran' and what a horrible sight it was to come home to. Making her way out of the forest she soon noticed that she was no longer on the forest ground floor but a cobble stone ( Read more... )

The hands were all over her body, carrying her down the halls, and she was screaming, kicking, clawing and biting at whatever she could get a hold of. They weren’t taking her away from Louis, or her new mother. The hands gripped her even tighter and the ceiling above her shook and bounced and passed by with such speed that her infuriated mind ( Read more... )

Claudia hums softly to herself as she stares at the pretty roses, the colours ranging from deep red to the palest of yellows. Her gloved hands are folded politely in front of her, as if she does not dare move to touch the flowers lest she prick herself on the thorns. The moonlight above makes her blonde curls gleam. Her dress is a mass of ruffles ( Read more... )

A small hand, pale and infinitely graceful in its movement, reached up to take the handle of the door, pausing only briefly before pushing it open and stepping inside, the clicking of her shoes seeming to echo into the night that lay behind her. Pushing back the heavy cloak hood that partially covered her face, she glanced around with an expression ( Read more... )

A tall hansome man enters the room. His skin is pale, his hair shoulder length and neatly tied back. Anyone who's glanced at a TV even casually or flipped a news paper in the past 10 years knows who he is. His blue-grey eyes survey the room. He smiles. It's an interesting mix of guests here ( Read more... )

So, I... got a little question. Survey, I guess. For, um, some research I'm doing back home.

Poll

Details on your answers would be pretty much awesome. Thanks.

Er... also, if you answered in the affirmative... "in the affirmative"? I sound like the doc. Anyway, could you tell me your stance on vampires? Love them? Hate them? Whatever? Thanks again.

Three notes are tacked beside Jareth's first sign, reading:

For the attention of Jackrabbit & Mad Sweeney -

There are some final matters I need to discuss with you concerning your new son. I shall be here tomorrow just before sundown. If that is not convenient let me know a time and a place I might meet you.
- J. King

Nicolas de Lenfent, Lestat ( Read more... )

The goblin king is restless - never a good thing for a faerie to be, for it can often yield mischief. However Jareth is in an exceptionally good mood as of late and as a result is feeling up to doing something useful as well as something that will satisfy an old habit that he's not yet outgrown ( Read more... )

Having made his way out of the tower undetected, Lestat has decided to wander the halls of the Mansion properly, and see who he can meet along. He whistles a tune mindlessly to himself, hands shoved in his pockets and looks at everything with childish curiosity ( Read more... )

Lestat stumbles out of the hall, rather alarmed. It seems he stepped into a room during his recent wanderings and now has the body of his mortal self when he was in his late teens ( Read more... )