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Thread: Loves Journey

Audrey's dark chestnut hair blew in the wind as she set down her last duffle bag on the grass, where she usually met her companion and pet, Midnight. She was murmuring quietly to herself, checking to see if she had everything. Toothbrush, clothes, underwear, toothpaste, emergency money, she mused in her head. Finally, she turned the knob, checking to see if it was locked, it was. She was ready to go. Since she was a ranger, she didn't stay in one place for too long. And the one place she called home was up north in her cabin, where they were going right now. She ruffled Midnight's soft fur for a moment, and blushed, feeling heat radiate from his body. He would never tell her why he would leave for a week, and then come back, and she just assumed he wanted his freedom. To be with other wolves. She slide her backpack over her arms, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of army shorts, placing a bottle of water in her duffle bag. They were preparing the gruelsome walk there. Ugh, she hated this part. They started up the hill, walking north to her cabin. Everytime she brought up driving a car, he had muttered something about how it would be inappropriate for him to a catch up because he couldn't possibly be in the car and b it would be inappropriate because it would be suspicious if she kept him as a pet, and he rode with her in the car when he had four perfectly fine legs. So, she had always lost the fight. She sighed, and felt him walk along side her. She didn't know why, but she was kind of more attracted to her pet than she should be. She was surprised how big he had gotten physically over the summer, but he always did. She didn't know why. Sometimes, she imagined that he would do more than curl up at the foot of her bed. She imagined that he would take her as his mate. Did he have a mate? She didn't know, she didn't ask.
Thread: When I turn my back...I always get stabbed

A recent event has caused me to remember all the times I have been stabbed in the back. I don't have friends. I have wanted them and tried to have them but......everytime I make a friend... they stab me in the back. They turn their backs on me and break my trust. I have one person right now...I hope she does not stab me in the back because it will hurt so much more. Through my short lifetime I have achieved small goals. I have had projects in school that I have always done ALONE. I care about everyone that I meet. I have had my heart broken. Love and friendship have never brought me luck and never has worked out. I always feel alone. When I call someone a friend I dont take it lightly. I put trust in the person and they only stab me in the back. I trust too much. I give too much. I care too much. But I never try enough. I want friends but all of the time I tried I failed. The failures cause me to hesitate when I have another chance.
Thread: When I turn my back...I always get stabbed

Re It hurts to think of the past Hugs tightly and holds I've never really had a real friend. Any i've got are online. I always thought I had friends but figured out it was most likely out of pity. And the others, I have no idea. They always made fun of me and such at times and made me wonder with things they've said if they were really friends. As far as relationships go, never experienced one. Hopefully this friend of yours stays a friend. And perhaps if I get to come to this con, we can become friends. It'd mean quite a bit and I am far too nice to stab anyone in the back.
Thread: When I turn my back...I always get stabbed

A little poem. It does not always rhyme, but it shows how I feel. Will you turn your back on me Stab me like the ones before Break the trust you worked to earn Like everyone I chose Will you smile like in the past and be my closest friend Will you choose to be an enemy That would make me sad Is my trust so easy to break Is my trust not worth your time Is my trust so easy to dismiss That you would choose to turn away Would you prove the past so true Would you show that like stated before I dont have no friends I chose to trust The fault is mine But do you care none for how I feel Is it that easy to dismiss the friendship I thought I deserved Really is it so hard For me to make a friend that you would do this to me Is this really the end
Thread: When I turn my back...I always get stabbed

Good poem. And it definitely tells about your trust for people. Must be hard to get now.
Thread: When I turn my back...I always get stabbed

It takes allot to earn it to begin with. It takes time and allot of conversations. I have an ex-friend whom I trusted straight of the back. Lets just say that, that Nilt lacks the intelligence of a deku nut.
Thread: When I turn my back...I always get stabbed

I'm not sure why. But people seem to feel trusting around me and I get told a lot of things they'd never tell anyone else. Even if i've just started talking to the person. And gladly, most of them are still friends. The others just slowly disappeared off the net.
Thread: When I turn my back...I always get stabbed

but....but.... stammer Deku nuts are awsome.....they cant be used as a bad thing..... TT And the internet provides a place to meet lots of people....as with all of us...just read our posts and you get a pretty decent idea of who we all are....it sucks that you have gotten the short end of the stick a lot but if you keep trying sooner or later you'll meet some awsome people...happened to me.
Thread: When I turn my back...I always get stabbed

Thanks Ill consider it but that short end of the stick is pretty sharp
Thread: When I turn my back...I always get stabbed

Aye, indeed it is very sharp. But I am sure you will find someone that just pushes past the pain. And if not, then you'll get plenty of friends when you heal. I always have people disappearing on messengers. Not quite the same as real life, especially if they don't do anything but disappear. It still hurts some though. And it happens constantly.
Thread: When I turn my back...I always get stabbed

I'm just too giving I guess. I have some old friends from when I used to live in florida. I have been in contact with them recently. They never turned their backs on me even after I did on them. I have always thought of myself as that annoying girl in class. I think back to florida and I remember EVERYONE in school knew my name. Well just about. When I was little I had tons of friends. Even though I was teased allot I got over that. Im sure I will get over this too. What has happened is in the past and each step I take helps me get closer to the true me. The backstabbing helped me to learn caution. I now know it helped to make me, me. Its hard to earn the power friendship gets, but it is so easy to lose. These short words are oh so true. Earning friendship gives you power, but if you turn your back you lose it all in a flash.
Thread: When I turn my back...I always get stabbed

Indeed that is very true. Everything you work on in the friendship goes down so fast if things go wrong. Where in Florida was you?
Thread: When I turn my back...I always get stabbed

It was seven plus years ago. We lived in Homosassa Fl... it was a small area. I lived on a street with no kids.
Thread: When I turn my back...I always get stabbed

Strange name.. Well small towns...everyone tends to stick together. Hugs Which is a good thing.
Thread: So BlueMoon

I am totally listening to a ParanormalUFOAlien online talkshow thing. Lawl
Thread: The Spark in the Darkness

It was a dark night in the village when Faelynne's mother woke up. She was an accomplished seer who would occasionally get a sudden vision of something that would happen in the near future. She quickly ran to Faelynne's room and shook her awake, and without explanation she told her to run into the forest and stay there no matter what happened. Faelynne was very confused, but slowly did as she was told. Not even an hour later, a terrible sight crossed her eyes. A massive band of Vampires was attacking her village, and quickly killed each and every person, then proceeded to take all valuables and burn the houses, throwing the corpses into the flames. Many years later, a young woman woke up in a cold sweat. Well... She was one hundred and fifty years old, but for an elf, that was still young. A full century had passed since that tragic night, but it still could bring chills to the girl. The records would always say that Faelynne had died in the flames with the rest of the village, and in a sense that was true, for no longer would she ever be called Faelynne, but was now forever to be called Phoenix, for just as the mythical fire bird is reborn from it's own ashes, Phoenix was forced to start a whole new life from the burning of the ashes of her old. For a century, Phoenix trained under various trainers, feeling a need to hone her skills as a warrior, for her new reason to live was to eradicate all vampires from the face of the earth. She had lately heard rumors around lately of an exceptionally powerful vampire who was attacking anyone from town who ventured into the forest nearby, and quickly headed toward the town. She arrived in town early that morning and quickly head toward the tavern, getting a room to sleep in, as she was nocturnal just as her pray was or she would have no chance to find her prey. She woke up a few hours later and wandered around the town collecting fresh rumors of the vampire until it was nearing dusk, when she bravely set out into the forest to find the beast she would soon slay.
Thread: The Spark in the Darkness

Margolotta Soren the rumors concerned her, and only this woman. Rumors, wonderful, wondrous falsities that surrounded this woman surfaced everywhere. Thrown out of hell for fear of her taking over, being able to stalk during sunlight, and her personal favorite her beauty was as such that it could turn a man blind for merely laying eyes on her. All lies, naturally, several propagted by her. When one was so bold as to enter her domain, she smiled to herself. Din din... She pressed herself into the shadows, as she had been doing little but a nightly wander, and she slinked from shadow to shadow until at last that heartbeat that had triggered her interest came into sight.. A pretty little elf... Wonderful. She slowly stepped out of the shadows, a smile curving her plum-colored lips. Why, a female hunter. Not many come for that bounty and honor that lay upon my... demise, she said, lips curling farther to reveal glinting white fangs. Her flesh was as pale as snow, and it covered a lush frame. The expanse of her bosom was impressive, and contained by the low neckline of a black velvet dress. Her hair, black and luxurious, framed her face and curled down her form. Her hips were wide, and she was in many ways beautiful. Although, that was quite typical of her kind. What brings you here, child? If you seek my death, you will surely find yours. But you knew that already... she murmured, starting to approach her prey. She was seemingly unarmed, unarmored, and given her apparently soft form, weak.
Thread: The Spark in the Darkness

Phoenix smirked as she saw the vampiress step out into the open so quickly, having been prepared for a sneak attack as her kind so frequently used. She looked her up and down, surveying her, and though she didn't look particularly fast or strong, she knew from experience that that was merely a deception. The young elf took a moment to brush a strand of her long silver hair out of the way of one of her eyes, moving it down her neck and hugging down her entire body until it rested on the handle of the silver katana that lay sheathed, hanging from her belt. After just a moment, she pulled the blade free from it's sheath and grabbing it by the other hand, getting into a decent fighting position as she waited for the other to make the first move. The woman's words made a small smirk form on her lips as she said, You will soon find that underestimating me is a mistake. Call me what you will, but whatever you say, or how much you beg, I will not still my blade until it has pierced the black abyss that was once your heart! She took a deep, steadying breath, causing her ample bust to momentarily strain against the slim fitting black stealth suit she was wearing, having left her normal travel clothes back at the inn, for they would only slow her down while in combat.
Thread: The Spark in the Darkness

Those words were your warning, dear. Do not whine later that you didn't get one, she said, her words as smooth as honey. Her next movement was nothing more than a blur as she was suddenly in front of the elf woman... And this illusion would disappear after a moment, the vampiress instead right beside the elf. Her hand closed around the blade of the katana, bending it neatly, though the blade did cut through the flesh of her hand. Blade bent as it was, she melted into the shadows. Next she would appear right above the elvish girl, on a tree branch. Her speed was positively unreal, whilst her strength was not... well, as strong as other vampires. She had her niche. Come now, dearie, she called in a sing-song voice. I think I estimated you juuuuust right...
Thread: The Spark in the Darkness

Phoenix simply ignored her taunt, instead waiting for the woman's attack, getting ready to strike when she saw her right in front of her. She was a little worried with how unnaturally fast she got there, even for a vampire, but simply ignored it and went to strike only to find that she couldn't move her sword, and that the image of the woman was now gone. She quickly blinked a few times and looked down at her blade to find a hand leading over to her side, and that the blade of her trusted sword was being totally ruined. She went in to try and kick the creature while she worked on bending the blade, only to find that she had once again seemingly disappeared just before her kick landed home. Wondering what was going on, she began to look around to try and find the vampiress, she only found her up above her when she heard the woman continuing her taunting... Though the worst thing was perhaps that she was probably right. She quickly backed away a few steps so she was no longer directly below her, keeping her eyes on her, determined to follow where she went next, for with that kind of speed, if she lost sight of her for just a moment she could easily find the woman behind her, or worse... Come down here and let's just have a fair fight you bitch! She called.
Thread: The Spark in the Darkness

Margolotta smiled brilliantly down toward the defiant little elf. She leapt forward, skirts billowing around her, revealing shapely white legs and the lacy underwear she wore, before she straightened up. Naughty, she said, almost to herself, before she was gone. In not even half a second, she was ten feet to the left of where she'd been, naughty, she continued, before she was gone again.. And when she reappeared once more, she was right in front of the elf. Naughty, she finished, and Phoenix was suddenly off the ground, Margolotta's pale white hand wrapped around her throat. You should control your language, she murmured, before slamming the girl back into the very tree she'd stood on a moment before. Now, what to do with you...? You are quite a pretty one, she murmured, as she pressed one long fingernail to the fabric on Phoenix's chest. She punctured the sneaking suit, and tore a circle around one of her large tits, squeezing it firmly a moment later. Mmm.. I think I have a fitting punishment, she murmured with an evil smile.
Thread: The Spark in the Darkness

Phoenix watched in wonder as the woman jumped down and started, once again, showing her incredibly unbelievable speed. She had fought and killed several vampires before, but this woman seemed to be at least twice the speed of those others, if not even faster. When the vampiress appeared in front of her, Phoenix moved in to try and punch her in the stomach, though she was stopped before she could make contact as she was lifted up off the ground by her throat. She quickly moved her hands to the other's hand to try and peel it off of her throat so she could breath normally again only to be rewarded by being slammed against a tree, knocking the breath out of her. She began to get a little light headed and her face started to change colors as she struggled against the woman's grip so she could catch her breath, barely noticing that a hole had been torn in her suit to reveal one of her breasts as she was otherwise busy until she felt the creature's cold touch against her bare skin, drawing her attention to that just as much as her fight for breath control.
Thread: The Spark in the Darkness

Margolotta considered Phoenix as she was held against the tree with her powerful arms. For a vampire as old and as infamous as she, she had very little muscle strength. A young male vampire probably had her in pure brute force... Which mattered not, when she could run around someone during the length of a blink, perhaps even more than once. She was scary fast. Being a powerful spellcaster didn't hurt much, either. When the elf began to change colors, she relented a bit on her grip, before she jerked her off the tree and forced her to the ground. She broke her own vein with a sharp nail, and from her wrist she bled. Now dearie... Let me make you feel all better, she said, as her fingers curled into Phoenix's suit. She tore off the back part, and forced her to the ground with her knee. She dug her nail into the girl's back, making a symbol with their mixed blood. When this was done... a red tattoo would be left, and their wounds would be miraculously healed. Blood bond, she said with a wicked grin. A blood bond was an intimate contract it made the human nigh immortal as long as the vampire lived, and few vampires were powerful enough for such acts. It also linked them in many other ways... Which would soon be evident. They were one, now.
Thread: The Spark in the Darkness

When the woman let go of her grip a bit, Phoenix began to cough for a moment before she finally caught her breath, and her skin slowly returned to it's natural, rather pale color, for, much like her prey, she didn't see much sunlight. Phoenix grunted lightly as she was forced to the ground, soon feeling the back of her suit being ripped apart, thankful that all of her more intimate areas were covered... Except for that one breast that thankfully wasn't being played with anymore. That simple fact was soon forgotten as she felt something being cut into her back by the woman's nail, wondering what she was talking about when she said it was a Blood bond as she had never heard of such a thing. She took a steadying breath when the cutting was over and her body somehow already began to skin over before she started fighting against the woman's grip shouting Let me go you psycho bitch or you will regret it! It was an empty threat, but she knew that she'd find a way to make her pay for... Whatever she was doing to her. She just had to.
Thread: The Spark in the Darkness

Margolotta merely smiled down at her new blood bond. Indeed? That shall be a sight indeed, largely because you can no longer fight me... We are bound, you and I... You are my slave, my pet, my dear friend, she murmured as she leaned down, pressing a long kiss to the elf's neck, lightly nipping it as she ran her hand down the girl's backside. She slit the bottom of her suit, pressing her finer to the girl's covered pussy. Mine, now until you bore me, she said with a wicked smile, digging her finger into her a bit. She idly fingered the girl for several moments, keeping her pressed to the ground with her knee. Ever the insatiable one herself, she gently massaged her one of her own large tits as the girl was toyed with.
Thread: The Spark in the Darkness

Phoenix started to really get angry when the woman told her she thought she belonged to her. She would never let that happen. Excuse me! She said very loudly. I'm sorry, but you have no idea what the fuck your talking about! I despise your kind, and will NEVER belong to a vampire! Now let me go RIGHT NOW or I am going to... Though what she was going to do was never said as she felt the woman starting to play with her down below and she started to really fight to get away from her grip. What the fuck do you think you're doing bitch? Let me go! She said loudly as she struggled for freedom, using all of her strength to try and muscle her way out of her predicament, cursing her luck that her village was attacked just a short two years before she would have started to learn to control magic.
Thread: The Spark in the Darkness

Never say never, darling, she murmured, as she pushed down on the girl with her knee. She was strong... but if she didn't subdue the elf, she would break free from her. She pushed her down with both hand and knee now as she dug into her dress for something. You do not believe me? she murmured, as she dug out a mirror. It was for scrying, normally, but it could be applied differently here. She placed it before the elf woman.See? she murmured. Nothing. Nothing but the trees and sky behind the elf were seen. Vampires had no reflections neither did blood bonds, which led to them being killed for being vampires more often than not. Real vampires were not so easily killed. We share blood now, we share fates... I made you into my bond. I am your mistress, she murmured, as she leaned down, her words cool on the elf's flesh as she spoke against her neck. She pressed a kiss to the skin here, before she pulled back. Do not worry... You will come to love it, she said with a wide smile, her fingers going back to the girl's cunt, gently working her clit.
Thread: The Spark in the Darkness

Phoenix stopped fighting against her when she saw... Or rather didn't see her reflection. She just stared transfixed into the mirror where she should have seen her reflection, but soon shook her head lightly deciding that it had to be some kind of trick. No! You lie! There is no such thing as a 'blood bond'! I've spent the better part of a century training in several martial arts and studying on vampire folklore and have never once heard anything of it! She continued to fight her, trying to move her neck away from her as it was kissed, for she refused to be bitten and infected with the disease. Then, when she felt the woman now starting to pleasure her clit, she let out a small grunt before biting her lip and focusing harder on trying to fight, though she secretly knew that the fight was lost. What worried her the most at the moment though was that her body was starting to betray her, and she felt herself start to get a little wet down below.
Thread: The Spark in the Darkness

Margolotta could only grin to herself as she felt moisture starting to build up in Phoenix's cleft. Mm... There are only a few vampires powerful enough to form one, and they are nowhere around here. This is my domain... And now, my darling blood bond, you are mine... forever, she whispered against the pale flesh of the elf's neck, before she drew her tongue across the soft flesh here. She slowly started to work a finger into the young elf, working the girl's clit with her thumb as she dug into her with another finger. She pressed her lips once more to the elf's neck. Now... Obey me , she said, her voice layered with strength and will. It would compel the elf to do as she said... It would not completely dominate such a strong mind as Phoenix's, but it would certainly give her the idea that complying wouldn't be so bad. She turned the girl's head to the side with her other hand, and pressed her lips against Phoenix's, kissing the woman tenderly as she continued to finger her.