PleasePassTheSalt

bandaged fingers stained with blood pluck shards from the dark to complete the image of a lost self before they're worn or lost at sea

wandering aimlessly i've no way to figure out which way is 'was'

Grimalkin stalked after the young dhampir, her paws silent on the rooftops. He believed her to be nothing more than a cat. She believed him to be a fool. Ever since Vladimir left the church, taking its secrets with him, Grimalkin had waited. She knew he had fallen in love, why else would a devout assassin abandon his god? She took this form and waited. The woman was beautiful. Grimalkin hated her beauty. But as much as she wanted to drain the color from her cheeks, Grimalkin had a better plan the moment she laid eyes on the woman's belly. For years she'd been hunting this man, following whispers and shadows. She could have killed him a lon

I wasn't born during a storm, or a raid, or even under a bad sign. There were no ill omens, no ravens perched on the windowsill nor owls shrieking in the night. My parents loved me. They loved each other. Life was to be a beautiful, happy existence. Things were to go well for me. My mother was beautiful and wealthy, men wanted her and women wanted to be her. My father... My father was the greatest man I could hope to know. Gentle, knowledgeable, protective, patient, noble in spirit. Yet he was also something others couldn't bring themselves to overlook. My father was a vampire. And so a group of slayers deigned that he was to be killed, and u

“No, she whispered, clutching the cup to her chest. “I'll never let you have it.” Sebastian glared at the woman. “You owe me, Merriam. I told you my services don't come cheap.” His voice was low, nonthreatening, but she flinched all the same. Coffee, now cold, spilled from the cup. Sebastian sighed and drank the remnants from his own cup. “Merriam, look at me.” She met his gaze, then let her eyes wander along the patterns tattooed on his face and neck, barely visible beneath the makeup he wore for going out. He knew what she saw him as, she'd said as much when she'd hired him, but he wasn't about t

your life flickers like the flame of a candle illuminating the world with your own brand of light i should like to take that from you

standing on the brink of forever a drop away from eternity steps away from death. this is what i wanted. this is what i planned. this is -was- my dream. the sun has set. my time has come. but i'm not ready. not yet. i can't be... just one more day. one more sunrise. please  

tell me your secrets, devourer of souls lend to me your wisdom - this much i am owed but the horrors you whisper the knowledge i sought leads only to madness - degredation of thought such spidery words twist on your tongue become my mind's venom as though i were stung i sought to control you through symbols and skill but puppeteer became puppet controlled by your will