New start to chapter 1

Lily’s eyes shot open wide, staring up at her dark pale ceiling. Searching eyes followed the perimeter of the room, scanning through the shadows for the man who ruined her life.  The mostly barren walls were held no sign of Black Wolf. Or her father. 

Surrounded by dim light escaping through the window, she turned onto her other shoulder grimacing at her clock. Only one- thirty five. She smacked the wooden desk missing the alarm clock the first time she swatted at it. The second time the clock was pushed from view. With no more numbers flashing at her she could hide back under covers without the threatening loss of time. 

I have a while. Schools not till seven. Sleep would be nice, but then again….  

Chills crept through her, adding to the cool breeze now flowing through the window. Closing her graying eyes, Lily leaned back trying desperately to clear her mind, to push his lifeless eyes from memory for a little longer. The energy she had left at the late hour was rapidly being used up this way, but sleep still refused to take her away. Even with little energy to release, her body still held conscience, keeping her alert enough to feel her heartbeat still beating fast, her lungs still struggling to grasp air. 

 Stumbling through the hallway, rubbing her eyes until she could see clearly, Lily found her way to the last doorway on the left. Her shadow filled the small, simple bathroom. Stepping into the quaint room, the lacking of space became evident as she stepped between the sink and. the toilet, with only maybe four inches on either side of her hips. 

Her eyes landed on a vase of dead flowers, drooping over the side of the glass, dropping useless petals. She touched a fallen petal laying away from the rest of the remaining petals. It almost disintegrated under her touch as if it had been sitting there for years. As the last remains crumbled the dark images flooded into sight once more, replacing the receding bloody nightmares. 

She was biting at his arms, slashing at his throat. This had been how Black wolf wanted her trained. Test her self control and her loyalty.

Her victim, Wolf Vein had been the perfect choice. He was her closest friend. The only one  

A bitter taste resembling blood filled her mouth; a taste that sheknew all too well. Swallowing worsened the flavor as it spread across her tongue, seeping into her taste buds and betweens the cracks of her lips. 

It’s just an illusion. Nothing more. 

Trying to break her senses free, she splashed cool water on her face. Forget him, I really do need to sleep. There’s nothing he can do to us. He’s gone forever. Calming her nerves came at the price of honesty. Lily looked at herself in the mirror. Why am I still seeing his face?

“ It’s just an illusion.” She repeated the words, still trying believe her own lies. 

The taste of blood had not faded, but had distinctively sweetened.

 Looking up in the mirror again, a horrid sight looked back. Blood traveled from the center of her mouth to the corners, seeping past the edges, and spread down her chin. Her eyes widened trying to find an origin for the blood. 

She stood alone and shaking, knowing that opening her mouth would only make her fears more real. Licking her lips washed away some of the blood, but not what had already seeped into her skin. 

Something was pulled it her mouth, forcing her mouth open, revealing white fangs stained with blood, coating her gums. 

Her legs gave out on her and she pulled her legs to her chest. “No.” Softly begged herself, tears streaming down her face. “No. It´s not real. I didn’t do it. I swear.” Her body trembled as she sat on the floor, breathing heavy and fighting her sobs. 

She could hear him calling to her, begging her to come to him

“You are so close to me my dear. You’re learning to quickly. Come show your clan what you can do.”

Lily dropped completely to the floor and pressed her head to the floor gasping for breath. Sweat dripped down her forehead and down her spine the chills started.

The flashbacks still kepyt hitting in waves. 

“Lily! Stop it! He’s done, leave him there. He doesn’t deserve your help. Leave him to the others. They will finish him. Go clean yourself up and get dinner with the other children.”

“Stop it! Leave Wolf Vein alone!” Her screams were inaudible to everyone but her. And even less effective. She watched them beat him with their claws. He never screamed, not even once. 

Someone grabbed her arm and her eyes shot back open. She was back in her bathroom and the taste was suddenly non-existent.

    Lily looked at herself in the mirror once more. Her pale face was clean, no smudges ruined her mouth and no fangs protruded her lips. “Should have known.”

It was another panic attack driven by delusion based on the past.

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Bloody Beauty Queen

He stood staring at her. Blood dripping  down her arms, wrapping and intertwining around and in-between her fingers. A puddle formed below each lazy dead hand. No ripples came from the hands and yet the blood seemed ever changing, growing.

His gaze rose to her face. The blood had drained from her body, and yet her face still flush. Lips still beautifully and delicately painted pink. Her lids still held a slight purple shadow, with the eyeliner still perfectly traced. A beauty queen even in death, no matter how tragic.

He noticed one obscure detail, a small scratch on her neck, starting one side at the artery.

Had that been her original plan? Slit the throat and not the wrists?

He shuddered and turned his head away. He had hated her; wished  her to be gone.

But not this way.

He wondered had she struggled. Or peacefully accepted the fate she set in motion.

Before letting the images create a horrific scene he turned and walked out the door. Hoping to never see her again.

Unfortunately, we don’t always get what we wish for.

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Long time Missing

Wow, I haven’t posted in so long, there is so much to post about. Meeting the most amazing guy, starting therapy, far too many breakdowns, hard hitting depression, trying to fix my relationship with my parents, new amazing friends,

So many stories to take from and branch out with, some to keep hidden and take bits and pieces from.

I’m not sure of how I will go forward with any of this, if I do at all, I hope to, but life has me so hectic, I’ve forgotten how much I Love blogging.

Here’s to whatever future this blog has.

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Playing the Game

The teacher was giving another lesson that Lucifer failed to find the useful. But, Marietta on the other hand, was taking it all in. He had never seen such an organized notebook.

Each page was dated and given a title. Any vocabulary was highlighted with the definition right next to it.

Who is this girl?

She was still so strange, the way that she did exactly what was expected. She never took her eyes off her textbook, unless she was writing her own text book in her notebook. Or if she was looking at Lucifer.

And once again she was.

“Do you have to look at me like that?” He stared her down, daring for a snide answer.

“Maybe I like looking at you. You have decent qualities you know.” She spoke so matter of fact like it gave him a chill.

“Oh is that so? Now, I don’t think your boyfriend would like you to say that to another guy. Especially me.” Her cheeks looked more pink than usual and she was dressed in a rather skirt for her, It hit mid thigh, like the skirts all the other girls wore. How could he have changed her this much already?

“That’s funny.” He looked at her as she smiled to herself more than him.

“How is that funny?” It was a strange answer. Most girl wouldn’t laugh at his snide comment. Most would smack him. But then again, she wasn’t most girls.

“It’s funny because he isn’t my boyfriend. We’re friends and I just happened to enjoy spending time with him. He happens to like doing things other than listen to loud music and ditch class.”

He went to argue with her, but stopped. She winked at him, keeping him from saying anything to her.

“Besides, why would I date him? I already have my eyes set on someone.”

He watched her start a new page of notes. Her legs uncrossed and crossed again. She seems anxious. She pulled at the hem of her skirt and let it slide up her leg further. Lucifer instantly felt his cheeks get warmer and he went back to his assignment. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her, smirking his way and pullign her skirt back down.

What the hell game is she playing? No, why is she playing?

Concentrating was impossible with Marietta next to him. She was making him more uneasy than usual, teasing him and acting so casual about her relationship with Chad.

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Red flags of manipulation

When the window opened an old man stood behind it, asking for their orders. Chad spoke up first, “I’ll have a chocolate and vanilla swirl. No sprinkles.” He turned to her waiting for her order.

“Oh, um, chocolate please.”

The man looked down at her. “Any sprinkles?”

Marietta slowly shook her head no and scrambled in her purse for the correct change. An elbow nudged her and broke her count. Chad handed her a cone with a mountain of ice cream.

He smiled as she went to hand him her share. “No, I told you I was buying.”

“Are you sure?” She felt guilty just accepting it.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Marietta didn’t bother to argue further. He was as stubborn as Lucifer.


The first lick of her ice cream, sent a throbbing right to her head. There was a thickening in her scalp and a burn on the roof of her mouth. She nearly dropped her cone from the unknown pain that now engulfed her brain.

After watching her struggle, Chad nearly toppled over laughing. “What? Have you never had brain freeze before?”

“No!” She, herself, began to laugh with him. It must have been funny, watching her reaction. His laughter was too contagious to ignore.

When they both calmed down they finished their ice cream in silence, Chad watching her with an eager smile and Marrietta pretending not to notice.

“That was really good.” The corners of her mouth turned upslighlty. “Thank you so much for convincing me to go. It was a nice treat.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.” Chad took a slight step closer and bent foreward to meet her eyes. “See, now am I really that terrible?”

She laughed at his blunt question, “No, you’re not. I’m sorry for being so cautious.”

“Oh I don’t blame you. Especially after meeting guys like Tool and Lucifer.”

Marietta stopped smiling and pulled away from his gaze. “What do you mean by after meeting guys like Tool and Lucifer?”

“Oh I just mean that they aren’t the best examples of gentlemen.”

“How so?” Her persistence was evident as she tugged at Chad’s arm when he hesitated to answer her.

“It’s just that guys like them don’t know how to treat a girl like you.”

“How do you think guys like them would treat me?” Her tone was changing, her feelings were making her defensive.

Chad gave her a once over and gave her a bit more space. “Guys like them would just take advantage of you. I can assure you, neither of them have decent intentions when it comes to you. A pretty girl makes a good target.”

Marietta leaned back on the bench, tossing his warning back and forth in her head. He could be lying, to keep her to himself or he could be giving a truthful warning. Tool had given her an eerie vibe, but Lucifer had not. Lucifer just made her curious.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Her knod full of assurance, but her gut- not so trusting.

Marietta walked back to the school with Chad and from there said goodbye. After watching him leave in his car, she turned and began her walk home. It was already later than she had wanted it to be when she left but, it couldn’t be helped.

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Marietta Speaks to cats

As she walked along the kitchen cabinets checking for food supplies, the cat stayed in pace with her. Bowls and plates were in the cabinet closest to the refrigerator. The other was filled with drinking glasses and coffee mugs. She continued looking the the next few, hoping they were kind enough to leave her some sort of food. In the Cabinet closest to the stove the top shelf was filled with two boxes of cereal and sugar. Below them were canned vegetables and canned soups.

Marietta returned to the refrigerator, this time opening it. There was a limited contents. A few eggs were left for breakfast and hamburger for dinner. A bowl of lettuce was on the bottom rack. There was enough for the few days she had to live in the shambled cottage.

“It’s not like I could walk to the store.” She sat on the one chair in the room and looked at the cat now perching on the freshly cleaned counter top. “I used to be able to walk to the store everyday. I could even stop by the garage.”

The memories of working with Lucifer were painful but she let them come to mind unfiltered. Every gentle push, every moment of laughter came rushing in. Tears welled in her eyes and overflowed down her face. “Stupid me. I fell in love and am now getting punished for it. I didn’t even get to tell him I love him.”

Her tears were dried by a furry face. She opened her eyes to see the cat rubbing his head against her cheek. Soft purrs calmed shaking fingers and she pulled him closer.
The comforting lasted for only so long before he hopped off her lap. He bounded over the to the doorway and entered the bedroom with Marietta only a few paces behind.

She looked down at her four legged friend. “Just as I thought, this place is a mess.”

The bed was worn out and the single blanket was dusty and torn. That was simple to fix. She brought the blanket out onto the porch and hung it over the banister. Making a small fist she punched the blanket and let the dust filled the air.

Once satisfied, Marietta laid it back on the bed. A small chest, to which was the cats new seat, was at the end of the bed. Squatting beside to antique, she pulled the cat off of it.

“I can’t open it if you’re sitting on it.”

The iron hinges squeaked as she opened it. Inside laid the last outfit Lucifer would see her in. A white dress was neatly folded. She pulled the dress out and held it to herself. She was lucky the small mirror on the wall was not shattered like all the windows seemed to be.
The dress fit perfectly. A golden rope wrapped around her waste and tied in the back. The dress hem reached just above her knees and seemed to be awfully short for a dress for an angel. The straps wrapped around her neck to that when she needed to she could reveal her wings. White laced cloves that reached up to her elbows laid in the bottom of the chest next to a small orb.

Marietta closed her eyes. This was all too real. The orb would do the job. When she releases it’s light his soul will be absorbed. He will no longer exist in any world. All that will be left is his shattered memory.

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New Companion

I wanted to use a symbol for Marietta’s father, so of course for the imprisoned Devil I chose a black cat.


The keepers brought her to a small cottage. There was nothing beautiful about this place. Dead plants lined the porch and old brittle flowers sat in web covered pots. When they stepped onto the porch the floor boards cried for relief from the pressure.

Inside was small and cramped and made up of only three simple rooms. The kitchen was barely recognizable. The fridge and oven were so old Marietta doubted they worked.

An old wooden table was turned over on its side with two chairs still standing strong on either side. Marietta could only imagine what fight had taken place sending the table to the ground. Peering past it, a shattered vase lay on the ground, with dead roses still in a ribbon.

“Your mother made quite a mess when we brought her here. Please do not do the same.” The keeper stared her down, threatening actions Marietta found herself too weak to commit.

“I wouldn’t have the reason to.”

A keeper standing a few feet behind her spok “She didn’t either.”

“Then why did she?”, speaking with no emotion cuaght the first keepers attention.

He leaned in against her ear. “She did it when we told her the man she loved was dead.”

She stood solid, without an sign of sadness Staring at the roses, Wilted for so long, dead with no chance of blooming.

A loud screach came from under behind the stove as a keeper swung an old witch style broom at an invisible enemy.

“Calm down. Its just a cat.” She pushed past the keepers and scooped it up, wrapping her arms around it tightly. It stopped scratching when she pulled it close. SHe looked down at her new found friend and it intensly stared back, following her every movement with its eyes

“That damn cat is still here. Will he never die.”

“What do you mean?”

“That cat has been in here since the first Queen lived in here. He was her only companion she allowed to live here with her.”

Marietta spoke to the cat, forgetting the others were there. “Then you knew my mother as well”

The first kepper spoke on last time  “You’ll be staying here until it’s time. You cannot leave with out a keeper, so don’t try to escape.”

“I wouldn’t even bother.”

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