'His venom is made of vengeance and hatred. ' - Bloodsongs.~(Aurora)Aurora leaned against the cold metal locker, her heart burning in shame and regret as she watched as Art walked away.She felt like the most despicable person in the whole universe and there was just no stopping her guilt from eating at her. It was too cruel to wait here, wondering what he was doing with his girlfriend. She felt lower than dirt; she had always been someone who had been moral and straight, always, and now here she was, cheating on another girl. It was despicable and she had this urge to sit down and cry. But what good would it do?She had already depreciated herself, and in her stupidity, him. Art, she knew, wasn't the type of guy who would cheat and she knew how he would feel right now.She hated herself for doing that to him. This wasn't the way this was supposed to be. This wasn't supposed to be full of regret and fear and shame. What she had felt for Art was more than... this. So why then was

'The demon in him is made of maliciousness and hatred.' - Bloodsongs.~(Aurora)She mumbled a curse under her breath with irritation. Of course, she still couldn't believe he was an angel, but it wasn't too far-fetched. The shape-shifting creature, witches, and wizards... so now, nothing seemed too improbable for Aurora.The angel laughed, looking mirthful. He looked really young for an angel. "It is really like reality TV. You might as well TiVo it. Wait, can you TiVo it? No, do not tell me you can record it! Do not," She asked as she looked up at him with warning, and he shook his head, as his eyes twinkled in merriment as he looked at her back with those beautiful violet eyes. His eyes were like glowing fire orbs of violet. It was such a breathtaking color. "It is like reality TV, but sadly, can't TiVo it." He said with a sad look on his face. The guy was illegally handsome. Like an angel! Oh, well, he was an angel, alright. "I can watch it only when it is happening. Right at tha

He the serpent that slithers inside minds, when shadows ticked and night birds sang of blood and death. - Bloodsongs. ~ (Art) He looked at Aurora and she was frowning at him. Her lips were in a pout and he wanted to grab her and kiss her, but no... they were talking or more like fighting. Her eyes were spewing fire and if looks could kill..."I didn't mean-" he started and she stopped him with a wave of her hand. She looked like a queen as she did that. It was as if he was her servant or something. "I am sorry. I know this is all too much for us. Our life is already a mess and this is getting beyond complicated.""Aurora. I didn't mean - this is-" he didn't know how to get her to understand what he was going to say to her. Words felt harder to say... and he was scared of making it more Messier than it already was. "It is fine, Art. I am sure it is all for the best. Let's not think about it. Let's concentrate on the nightmares, the shape shifting evil man, for now. Okay?" She said

His magic is powerful, written in blood and misery. He, the dweller of night, has shaken hands with devils of devastation. – Bloodsongs. ***(Art) After the fiasco, Art and Aurora sat in the car for a few minutes, staring at the woods. "Let's go. The show is over anyways," Aurora said as she leaned against the seat and closed her eyes. Art nodded as he started the car. They didn't talk when until they reached home. Aurora stood there next to him, and he wondered what he should say. Thankfully, her mom saw him and invited him in. He knew Aurora wasn't going to invite him. "Come on in, Art. I just made cookies." He looked at Aurora and she had a frown on her lips... and she nodded. He sighed and followed her. Paula give him a plate of cookies and he followed Aurora to her room with the plate in his hand. Aurora was deep in a book and she was startled when she saw him standing in the doorway. "What?" "Are you angry with me?" he asked. He didn't want her to be angry with him. He

He follows Satanism; the darkest of the dark, the blackest of the black. – Bloodsongs***(Aurora)Aurora stared at the woman in front of her. The new teacher.Lyka Brimstone. What kind of name was that?Everything about her was kind of exotic and strange. And when Aurora's eyes met her, she knew that she was magic like Art and herself. Okay, she wasn't really on the level with Art, but she had magic in her blood, too. Something in her was so extraordinarily out of this world that Aurora felt the punch of it in her gut – this was no ordinary woman, and she didn’t know how she knew it, but she knew.She also knew this woman.. Though she had never met her before, she knew this woman, as if the knowledge of her was ancient, and buried in her bones, and she also knew that everything that had happened around her, to her, since she was so young to understand it, was somehow connected with this extraordinary being. It was a blood-deep thought.Maybe Lyka would have answers, for all of Auror