Cold blood in our veins, hunger we can’t satiate,
Day by day we face ourselves and see the hate.
This gift of ours, the curse that always radiate,
Deep within us, we only destroy but never create.
-G
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“Sadraka?” Gin repeated, staring at his brother. “The Caster? The one who put the curse on us? That Sadraka?”
Augustus firmly nodded, discarding the thick book on the long table as he started to pace their mansion’s study area. He pulled Gin inside the room, wanting to confirm his theory about the black band he saw Chessa wearing. He suddenly felt an itch to snatch it from her.
“G, do you know what you are talking about here?” Gin stated, his hand inside his pants pocket. Obviously, he was astounded. “Whoever have that ring means that person is from Sadraka’s blood
Cold blood in our veins, hunger we can’t satiate,Day by day we face ourselves and see the hate.This gift of ours, the curse that always radiate,Deep within us, we only destroy but never create.-G-==-“Sadraka?” Gin repeated, staring at his brother. “The Caster? The one who put the curse on us? That Sadraka?”Augustus firmly nodded, discarding the thick book on the long table as he started to pace their mansion’s study area. He pulled Gin inside the room, wanting to confirm his theory about the black band he saw Chessa wearing. He suddenly felt an itch to snatch it from her.“G, do you know what you are talking about here?” Gin stated, his hand inside his pants pocket. Obviously, he was astounded. “Whoever have that ring means that person is from Sadraka’s blood
Another cut of flesh, another blood to waste,I feel it in me, the want to vanish in haste.This life is tricky, stacking me with thoughts I can’t erase,Tick-tock, I ain’t running but I’m getting chased.-G-==-Francesca hurried to the exit door, gripping the books she borrowed from the library and the papers she worked on for the article writing, while fishing out the car keys inside her bag. She already felt the keychains but got stuck to one of her things inside.“Oh, shoot,” she mumbled as droplets of rains started to pour, the gray clouds already crawling on the sky.Augustus looked at her curiously from his car, hearing everything she mumbled despite the good distance between them. He patiently waited for her to reach the entrance of the parking lot, easily dropping the hood of his black jacket over his head,
Winter’s upon us, we shiver and we’re cold,Storm had its way in life that we cannot afford.This now, we vow to never break our accord,To live as seven and fight together with our sword.-G-==-Chessa had her legs pulled up against her chest, hugging it. Her bed was wide enough for her, six pillows surrounding her. Even as a kid, she liked her bed swarming with pillows, soothing her panic of being alone in the dark. But now that she was all grown up, she became good at being just by herself. She didn't have a choice, anyway. She was alone at her studio-type apartment, unable to push back the fleeting moment with Augustus at the Mulvar Chamber. Had her best friend Sun knew what happened, she would freak out and would have told her to take advantage. Especially to a stunning guy like him.Stunning? She mentally kicked herself. She s
Wars become our shadow, haunting us down,We can’t run, we can’t escape the bleeding crown.They hail us to battle and we fought gram by gram,Unknown that they only want us to go scram.-G-==-"Oh gosh," a voice rang out, tone pitchy. "I can't believe to see you here."He turned and saw a girl, maybe a junior, a camera on her hand. The blush on her cheeks looked appealing to him. Good thing that in 300 years of his existence, he could control now his hunger for flesh. By instinct, Primes hunt the prey at night in full moon once they were in full form, on their strongest mode. But their way of food cycle brought them trouble as human law sentenced it as murder. Gaining attention wasn't always good but they couldn't help who they were. It was on their 200th year that Algene fell in love with a human and adapt their ways of living. Conscience
Seasons changed but the stories remain.Still drawing us like monsters on a chain,We’re forced to hide util we don’t have to feign,But sooner I know we will rise and reign.-G-==-It was nearing dark when Chessa remembered that she was supposed to look for her I.D. card. Crossing the hallway again, half-running toward the registration room, she smiled as she turned the knob, relieved that the door wasn't closed yet. Lucky her. She scanned the floor, thinking she might have dropped it but the it was clean and neat. Walking toward the booth, her feet was forced to a stop the moment she heard voices."I'll do what I want. You can't make me leave." The voice sounded way too familiar.There was a commotion then, like a body being dragged, forced into submission. Chessa turned to her heels, trapped whether to look for her I.D. or flee the
They hiss and talk behind our back, Every night they throw their rock, Wanting our heads on a sack, Until we push and give them a knock. -G -==- Taren University was a twenty-one-hectare land in west side of South Valley town. It boasted ancient architecture designs and its kingdom-like buildings attracted lots of students. It sure was an expensive school and mostly the students could only enter the premise by invitation. Every summer, the administration held free workshops, opening its gates to outsiders, letting them experience their prestigious university. And Chessa was one of the lucky few who got accepted for one of the workshops. She hurried toward the entrance, her high-cut sneakers screeched against the shiny floor as she turned to the corner and headed to the stairs. She was running late and she did not wanted to have a late en