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ATTENTION...

This journal is dead.


I was going to delete it but it took too long to download and some of the stuff I want to keep for personal reference. So all friends, communities, interests, pictures and public entries have been removed.

Thank you all for dealing with me for the past year and half. Good luck to all of you.

Love always,

Laura
"elizabethia"
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Another Vampire Story:

He walked across the dirt floor. His strides so graceful and long that he appeared to be floating toward me. His light blue eyes were blazing with fury. His lips drawn back, white fangs exposed. His long black hair fell from it's ponytail and wrapped around his long pale face. I lifted my hands above my head trying to protect myself from him, but in an instant he was upon me. He ripped my arms away from my face, holding my forearms tightly in his monstrous grip. I could feel the bones beginning to crack.

I whimpered and my head fell foward toward my chest. He shook me hard and my body flung about like a rag doll. And then he spoke to me. His voice boomed across the empty hole of a room. Deep, dark, and evil; his voice like the voice of a god...or a devil.

"Did you think you could escape from me?", he demanded. He shook me again, my head smacking hard against the cold block wall behind me. "Answer me!" he screamed.

"I didn't...", was all I could manage to get out.

He lifted my hands to my face. They were covered in mud, my fingernails torn away and the nail beds packed with dirt and blood.

"You were trying to dig your way out! Look at you! You're a fucking mess! Is this how you show your appreciation?" He shouted at me. His voice rang in my ears.

"I'm frightened!" I cried. Tears making paths down my cheeks in the dirt and grime that covered my face.

"I'm frightened." He mocked me. "You don't know fear my love!" he laughed his lips curled up exposing his daggered teeth to me.

He effortlessly picked me up, my body limp and tired. I was weak and starved, it had been days since my last meal and I had dug for almost three days straight. Each day closer to freedom, but now I had been found out. My plans for escape would surely be my demise.

He carried me out of the basement into the hall of the great castle. My eyes fixed on the ceiling tapestries each one hung carefully from the cob web covered rafters. We stopped in front of a large ornate door. He put me down leaning me against the wooden frame. He opened the door and led me to the middle of the room to a large round bathtub.

To be continued.....
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