'He is chaos and madness. He feeds on human weakness and thrives on human sins.' – Bloodsongs.*(Zachary)Zachary Brandon had a very bad night. Nightmarish, even. It was like... he still couldn't believe that he had really seen it. His eyes burned from the lack of sleep. He rubbed his eyes with a yawn.Now, sitting in the cafeteria, he looked out for Aurora. When she walked past them, everyone, head held high, eyes turned straight with a courteous, disinterested smile on her lips, platinum blonde hair in a stiff pony tail, Zach smiled a little – he almost felt that it was a normal day, and felt that whatever he saw during the night was just the part of the horror-movie-marathon he did alone."Hey Rory." He said and she stopped and have him that smile of hers. She rarely smiled, but when she smiled, it was too beautiful."Zach, hey." She said. He wanted to ask her to sit with them, but he didn't. She looked like someone who treasured her privacy. She walked away, after a second of hes

'He patiently awaits for the time to plague the Earth with vile diseases.' -Bloodsongs. * (Aurora) "If I show you something-" Art hesitated for a second as he looked at her and it was almost too much to not laugh. She wanted so bad to laugh at him. "Wait? Are you trying to be a pervert, Art Hennessy?" She mocked him with a teasing smirk, and he flushed a bright red as he grunted something under his breath and gave her a glare. "Okay, sorry, sorry. Don't burn me with your eyes." She said with a teasing smile. "You know you are very irritating, Aurora. I just... but..." he said to her with a frown on his face. "But- you are also this totally sophisticated person at school. Which one of you is real, Aurora McCannaugh?" Art asked as his curious eyes searched her and her heart thundered. To be at the opposite side of that powerful look was just too much for her. There was something about this guy that made her feel strange feelings. It was confusing, bewildering. She was already a co

'The fire of greed in him burns golden and attracts his prey to him. In him lies the power to mesmerize.' – Bloodsongs. * "Whenever I get cold, this magick potion that cured me withing a day, my friends called it magical. So are you saying it is really magick?" Rory asked as she thought about all the times she had been sick. The days she got sick were very rare, and even if she did get sick, her mom would make some disgustingly, smelly things she called teas and three to four cups of it, and Rory would be good as new. Sometimes, Rory made her mom make these terrible concoctions for her friends, too, and they had all been cured in a day or two, as well. They all wanted the recipe, but mom said it was family secret. Rory thought mom was just weirdly possessive of her medicine, but... it really was a family secret. "It is. A witch has power to imbibe healing energy into the potions she is making. It won't work when someone else uses the same recipe. Recipe is just the basic. It is t

'With sinful claws of darkness, he paints the world, full of blood and black.' - Bloodsongs. * (Art) Aurora looked at him with a smile. "You look just as terrible. Are you going to sleep with me?" She said and then bit her tongue as if she realized how it sounded. He almost wanted to say yes, please. His body begged to touch her, to have her. As if she realized what she had said, the double entendre hidden in the words, she bit her lips, flushed a bright red and turned away from him. He wanted to bite those lips. He wanted to taste her. His whole body was begging. "That is an interesting invitation and I'd love to act upon it if you give more details." He smirked with a soft look on his eyes, and her flushed face and he laughed, even as desire pounded through his body, and she flushed further. So rosy, her cheeks, and his fingers itched to have a touch. Would they feel as soft as they looked? She growled under her breath and threw a pillow at him, pulling him out of his thought

He is made of Vileness, the most disgusting thoughts buried in a soul - Bloodsongs. * (Aurora) Aurora looked into Art's face and she wanted to bury herself under the blanket and never come back out. Shit. What had she done? Why would she dream about something so preposterous? This was absolutely not right. He was still looking at her, his eyes strangely blue, and dark, and her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her throat... she wondered whether she had blurted something out loud while she was asleep. "What did you dream about?" His eyes twinkled and Aurora groaned under her breath. She turned purple... Yes, she was that embarrassed. What would he say when she said that she dreamt about him? "Something good?" He gave her a knowing look and she panicked. Did she really talk in her sleep or was he just making fun of her? "You are not crying, so I suppose it really is something good and fun." "Yeah. Yeah. Dream." She mumbled under her breath and he quirked her brows as