The silence hadn't sat well with Damon for the last four hours, and it was beginning to eat away at his placid mood. Minutes ticked his drunken haze away into a bitter hangover as he glared at the empty bottle, casting his unfocused eyes about the room in apprehension. Drops of rain began battering the lofty stained-glass windows, the red glow of ( Read more... )

         "I tried to find her." Virus was mumbling, eyes narrowed in the blinding white sunlight that cut through the window; the only clear window in the chapel. Saint Etienne smirked, his back turned to her as he traced the brasswork that twisted about the railing leading to the sanctum. Walking slowly, his footfalls sounding gently with purpose ( Read more... )

It had been a dragdown night, 2 A.M., Damon driving in Lariat's rusted out pick up truck. He always grit his teeth when he drove it, the transmission blown to shit and the muffler rattling along the poorly paved road. Not to mention the half-dozen memories he drove along with it- the only car he could afford to keep, baptised in his girlfriend's ( Read more... )

So I had something planned out to say here. But then I realized I'm an idiot, and any voice I take to talk sounds like shit. So here goes.

Today I hit a car with a shopping carriage. It was damaged very badly. I laughed; I feel no remorse at all.

I hate fairies.

       Grinding, grinding... Well, that's all she could hear. Outside, metal on gravel. A car pushed down the street; a pole along the sidewalk... Lucrecia's attention wandered. Brushing her short, limp red hair idly, she pouted to her reflection. The mirror sprawled across the wall, taking up most of the space- a gift from her lover. She smiled, ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure it started somewhere close by. Probably the school park; that seems to fit right. So it began there, and from there I was in a car, driving (ohgawd) and I drove to Savers cause I said I wanted "something new". So I walked into the Savers, which was huge and reminiscent of a Victorian mansion, and went to a room where tons of people ( Read more... )

"Sorry." She leaned against the cardboard box behind her, sighing. Licking the blood from her fingers. She lifted her hand, smearing a little on the plaster statue in front of her, put on a pedestal of beer crates and surrounded by small storm candles, and matches stuck to the wood with wax. The lights to the "shrine" were lit, lending an eerie ( Read more... )

“Silver-eyed saint, resplendent in atrocities.” That’s what his business card had read, anyway. Long before he was the priest. Back when he wore those wings. Ugh. Those wings, Etienne thought. He snarled to no-one, scaring a small child who had been grinning up at him. He had no time, today. No time for the innocent bag of meat, perfumed hair and ( Read more... )

When all you've got to keep is strong
Move along, move along
Like I know ya do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along
Just to make it through
When everything is wrong
Move along

(Filler. Nothing to write, the Saint is silent.)

Burnt and Red she said ( Read more... )