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[Skittlezdannygirls]

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ღ>>>>Why must you always ask

Hello I'm>;:
These are the years>;:
The Doctor says I'm>;:
But you can say I prefer>;:
This is just a curse>;:
The mirror says>;:

ღ>>>>Now let's look deeper, deeper into ourselves.

Here's how I am>;:
Please try and make me happy>;:
How can you be so naive?>;:
You want more? Here I'll give it>;:

ღ>>>>Go away leave me alone, or you will get hurt

Shiney pointy things>;:
What to know what else I can do?>;:
These things scare me>;:
But these do not>;:

ღ>>>>See these are the reasons why I stay away

How I like to speak>;:
Things I think>;:
And that little voice in my head>;:

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Seria
Milo
Rose
Katie
Kagshi
Kagshu
Silver
Karron
Jade
Lily
Kotaro
Aya
Micheal
Diske
Lei
Zato

[Skittlezdannygirls]

The Artist
Don't mess with life, take whatever life throws at you. Just have fun!

I'm the girl of your dreams.
Aren't I

Lilian|Marie|St. Clair
Lily, Lian, Marie, Clair

Blazing Candles
T w e n t y - O n e
Mocking Memory
April.8.1954 - 3:33am
I'll Take Flight
Aries
Evermore
Fire Horse
Life On Mars
"It's a girl!"
"Another one?!"
Yeah, that was my life. Dad never cared for me, well he did. He just sucked at showing it though. Well, ok I lied. He does show he loves his kids, he just doesn't consider me as one. I'm not good enough for my family. Which is ok right? Anyways, let me tell you about my family. I have a mother and a father, like every kid this day and age right? Mom works for the local attorney as his secretary, part time though, she stays home most of the time to look after us. Dad he owns a small hard ware store which was just down the street. We weren't poor, nor were we rich. Middle class I guess you could say. Well I have two older brothers and one older sister. Yes, I'm the baby of the family, a family with high expectations that is really hard to reach and I suck at reaching them. My oldest brother is becoming a journalist, as my other brother wants to be a doctor. My sister, she wants to a nurse. Which is all fine and dandy, I just couldn't do it.

Since the day I was born, I have been expected to follow into my siblings footsteps. I hate being a follower right? So, naturally I wanted to do my own thing. Well that didn't go over well. Not with me anyways. I rebelled; I didn't want to be like my brothers and sisters. They're so boring. I was always a hyper child, a curse really; the only thing that would calm me down would be colouring or creating something. I loved playing with crayons and colouring something in. It was just fun and awesome. I knew when I was 12; I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to become an artist. Once again that didn't go over well, Father doesn't have a second daughter and Mother thinks I'm a disgrace. Until I was eighteen I had to deal with insults from my old man, telling me I'm no good, and I should do something better with my life.

Tell you the truth I enjoyed painting and creating stuff, it was my passion. I couldn't be able to help people, I don't like blood, I couldn't write stories on someone, and gossip wasn't my thing. It just wasn't me. So, when I finally turned eighteen I screamed while practically running out the door. "I'll be the best Artist you'll ever know!!" Needless to say, I almost got hit in the head with a beer bottle. Mother was sobbing in the corner, while I ran from the home. Haven't really talked to them since, do I really care to? Not really. Now I have a one bedroom apartment, that I share with a buddy with mine, his name is Michael. I paint and sell on the sidewalks hoping someone likes what I do. Usually I sell pretty well, but there have been known days where I've had it rough. But that's ok, my oldest brother, John keeps in touch with me. He sees me around and asks me questions and such about things going on the street. I tell him what I know; I guess I help him with his Journalism thing. He likes some of my paintings and he buys them. Helps me out as I help him out.

Well, that's when I met Hannah, I was busy doing my thing on the sidewalk and she stops by. We started chatting, well we became friends. She would stop by while I was on the street selling. But I don't see her often, always with her boyfriend Joel, I think that's his name...anyways. Doesn't bother me, mind you. Meet him once though, he creep me out ya know? I don't like being creep out, but he managed it. I don't know why, I just didn't like him, never told her that though. She seemed madly in love with this character. Which is all fine right? I just didn't trust him, I've seen him around here and there but I never talked to the guy right? Frankly I don't want to, creeps me out. But still. Hannah and I went out for coffee every so often and we do we're usually together for like hours at a time right, and then we bumped into the ex-girlfriend. Mind you, I didn't like her either. She seemed...I don't know how to explain it. Well, it's been a few months, seeing Hannah on and off, having coffee with her, talking to her. Learning of her story as she learned mine. But she disappeared, the next thing I knew. Hannah was dead.
Spider On the Wall
Me? You want to know what I'm like? Well, ok. Here it goes. Since I lived in a family of six, I was always left out, which led me to be loud and annoying. I like to have attention and I'm not afraid to stand on a table and shout out. It's something I would do, to get attention from my parents; it's what I had to do actually. I'm not afraid to shout and be odd. It's quite fun really. I love being different it's just something I do. I can't stand following the crowd, it just pisses me off ya know? I have a weird sense of humour, not people get it, that's ok. I don't get it most of the time myself.

I laugh at the stupidest things and I can be very slow to get something. Like a joke or a saying. I don't pay attention a lot; I also don't listen very well. Something my parents also hated. Bright colourful things and shiny stuff make me quite happy, and I'm amazed by the smallest thing. I get distracted a lot it's pretty easy to distract me and I can get off topic really fast then jump back on topic. I love confusing people, it's a game I do. See how fast I can confuse someone. It's pretty funny. But don't get me wrong, I may love to have fun; I can be the complete opposite as well. I can act really mature for my age, I may be only 21 but I do know how to act older and more mature. I don't like acting like my age, mind you, but if the occasion calls for it. Then I will.

I know when to be quiet and to behave. I can be quite serious and listen, pretty much the complete opposite. I just don't like being serious, reminds me of my family a little too much. I hate being in closed spaces though, small rooms and there are days where I hate being alone. I know how to pay attention and to not be distracted. I also can get very sarcastic and very mean. I don't usually mean to, I feel bad after words but if the time calls for it. I shall be mean and sarcastic. I do anger easily if someone is up in my face and telling me off, I know how to fight back as well. Mostly I'm hyper and very upbeat.
Rose Colored Shades
If there was something I had to change about myself, it would be the fact that I'm too hyper for my own good. Sometimes I know it annoys people and I try to keep it under control, but there hasn't been much help. I love being different, and I don't think I would actually change it. I like who I am and if others don't then that's fine. I'm fine with being different. Another thing that I might change would be the fact my relationship with my family. If I could go back in time and change whatever I did wrong to make my father dislike me and how I disappointed my mother, then I most likely would. Mind you I doubt that I would because if I did I might be someone's sectary. I don't want that.
John Wilkes Booth
Hmm, where was I? Good question. I was home alone for most of the night, painting on my new work of art I've been working on it for a while. I can't seem to get it right. I've done a lot of different drafts for it, it just doesn't seem to be working out for me, ya know? Then my buddy came home sometime after nine I think. Him and I drank beer for a while and talk. He passed out before me, drunk out of his mind. Me, I was getting there, but I must of passed out somewhere around one a.m. I was home. But I would never kill Hannah, I might not see her very often, but I did like her. I have no reason as to why I would kill her. I don't see her often as it is, and when I do we get along pretty well. She's a sweet girl and she's never done anything to tick me off. She's a good friend and I'm going to miss her because of that. It's too bad really, she was sweet.
Dawn of the Season
When this is all over? I'm pretty much going to go back to the way things were, maybe talk to my Mom more often and see my brothers and sister some more. Other then that I don't think much will change in my life. I might want to settle down and get married, to whom? I don't know, I'm waiting for that guy. The one who likes me for who I am. But other than that, I'm hoping to become more better with my paintings. I would like to become a very good artist and maybe have my paintings up in a very well known gallery. That's pretty much my life's dream, but who knows right? I'm a girl, I don't know if they'll even let me. But it can't hurt to try!
Golden Records
To tell the truth, I don't know what to think of the others, I'm not going to lie though. Hannah's boyfriend and his ex, they don't sit right with me. Something about those two just bugs me and I can't put my finger on it. The stoner? Well, he's a druggie, I don't deal with them much and I don't think he could of killed Hannah, unless he was on something very serious. If he was just doped up then hell, he wouldn't move right? I don't do drugs so I wouldn't know. The others, I don't know. I can't really say ya know? I don't know them, only got glimpses of them really.
Evil Eye
You know, I betcha everyone said this, but I think it's the boyfriend and/or his ex-girlfriend. Why? I don't know why the boyfriend would want to kill Hannah, like I said he gave me the creeps. Something could of set him off, it just seems right. Him killing her, number one suspect but the ex she has pretty good reasons right? Hannah taking her a spot as girlfriend. But I don't know much about that. I also think her father, something about him just didn't settle with me right. I think he could of killed her because she survived instead of his wife in that accident right? So he could of been pretty upset about that, but why take it out on your only child? Hm, other then that I have no clue as to who killed Hannah
Melodic Muse
>Fleetwood Mac<
>The Rolling Stones<
>The Who<
>Elton John<
>The Beatles<
>The Monkeys<
>Johnny Cash<
>Stevie Wonder<
>Elvis<
May The Force Be With You
>Bringing up Baby<
>Swing Time<
>Singing in the Rain<
>Arsince and Old Lace<
>King Kong<
Dandelion Wine
>Pizza<
>Tacos<
>Chicken<
>Salad<
>Pasta<
>Cereal<
>Ham<
>Cheese<
>Wine<
>Coffee<
>Toast<
Polyester Daisy Chain
>The Muppet Shows<
>Dean Martin<
>Saturday Night Live<
>Scooby-Doo<
>I love Lucy<
>Charlie's Angels<
Smile Slowly
>Sleep<
>Paints<
>Crayons<
>Colourful things<
>Shiney things<
>Bells<
>Showers<
>Paintings<
>Coffee<
>Sugar<
>Chocolate<
>Friends<
Happy Trees
>Agatha Christie<
Other then her, I don't have much reading preference...just who really has time to read? I don't. I'm an artist. I want to create!
Jimi Hendrix
>Gene Kelly<
>Cary Grant<
>Dean Martin<
>Frank Santria<
>Stevie Wonder<
>Kathrine Hepburn<
>Fred Astare<
>Queen Elizabeth I<
>Aubrey Hepburn<
>Agatha Christie<
In the Sunlight…
Me? Find love? Wow, well I have had a couple of one night stands and one or two swings, but other then that. I haven't really found anyone. So I guess I'll wait here, for that right person who will love me for me see.
Bear Skin Rug
Want to know my darkest secrets? I'll tell you. To tell the truth, for a while now I've found I've been slowly attracted to the same sex as me. Females. I guess you can say I'm bisexual. Yeah, I know. A big 'no, no' in this society, hence why I keep it to myself. It's something that dawned on my when I was eighteen as well. I never told anyone, and I don't plan on it. Not even Michael who I live with knows. There are certain things I do follow rule with and that's one of them, the fact that Bi's and gays aren't allowed in society. I don't want to be shunned from society, I may not follow its trends or whatnot, and I just don't want to actually be kicked out. I may be one of them, but I guess I can also say I rather not. There have been days where I wish I wasn't Bisexual; I can't really stop who I love or what gender they are. But who can stop love right? No one I guess even if the person is the same sex as you. I knew if my parents found out about it I would certainly shun from that whole life, I wouldn't mind. I don't have to deal with my father, but I still love the whole lot of them.

This comes to my other secrets. I was in love with Hannah. I know, I know. She was my friend and all, but you couldn't help but love the girl! She was my first love, but she doesn't know. Now that she's dead, she's never going to know. Probably for the best ya know? Since she was with Joel, I'm here alone. But I did care for her and I would let her know, in ways that didn't seem that I was in love with her. I usually don't care what others think of me, but this is an area where I do not want people to find out about. It's something I keep hidden quite well. Another one is the fact I'm terrified of growing up alone with no one. I want to be a mother and a wife, but I'm scared that I won't find anyone who I could love and live with. Be it man or woman. It's just something that scares me, also to turn out like my parents, not really caring about their children and not having a happy marriage. I want a happy life and marriage. I'm scared of not being accepted. Sure I'm an artist, not really accepted, but when I'm around people I want to feel that I belong there, but I never show it right?

As the Bird hit the Sky .x3
Skittlezdannygirls

[Skittlezdannygirls]

T he Demon P r i n c e s s



S e r i a L i l i a n M o r g a n


A dream is a wish that the heart makes.
Wake me before I fall to the ground,
Before I fall forever from your grasp.
Dream me, Love me.


ღ>>>>Why must you always ask


Hello I'm>;:
Seria Lilian Morgan
These are the years>;:
Looks 20
The Doctor says I'm>;:
Female
But you can say I prefer>;:
Both sides of the fence
This is just a curse>;:
Demon
The mirror says>;:
See for yourself.


ღ>>>>Now let's look deeper, deeper into ourselves.


Here's how I am>;:
I can be fairly nice when I want to be, I can care if needs be. But I try to place a shell over me, I don't want others to know how I feel or how I think. Usually I'm a cold hearted woman who doesn't care about what happens to others, I'm scarcastic and mean. I speak without thinking if it hurts people nor do I really care if it does. I'm subborn and I don't back down from fights or dares. People just don't like me when I get moody. Putting on a tough girl attitude is what I do best, but that's not always the case.

I do care for people, I care for them a lot. I hate seeing them suffer and I try to help. I love children and animals, they make me happy. I can show the emotions of happyness, and humbleness. But I try not to, I've been hurt so many times that I push those emotions out. I know how to be nice and caring as well as everything else in between. I have a interesting sense of humour and I do like to have fun. Being outside is when I'm the happiest, I love being in forests and surrounded by wildlife. It calms me down and I enjoy every minute of it.

If you are an enemy beware. People who have crossed my path before doesn't get a warm welcome from me. I'm quick to act without thinking, usually I regret it later if I'm wrong. I don't really think about what I do when I'm in fights as I usually try everything to get rid of what I don't want around. If someone around me gets hurt, I fill with saddness and grief, espically if that someone is close and dear to my heart. I blame myself for a lot of things that happen around me and to those I love. I try not to care to much to stop these feelings of grief but it doesn't always work.

Every now and again I become silent and shy. Not wanting to be around people I don't know. Usually I'm out-going and social when I'm around strangers, but there have been known times where I sit back and stay in the shadows. I love being alone and I like not worring about others. I try not to think to much because it brings back hard memories. It's not always easy, but I do try. I love to talk about my friends and family, the people whom I love. Most have passed on and it grieves me to know this, but I still remember them through my stories.

When you first meet me, wait a while before judging. I'm not always what I seem. I do place a shell over me to mask my true feelings and thoughts, try to get to know me before passing me off as someone who you shouldn't trust. I try to keep my promises and I fight to protect those. I'm a wonderful listener and I love to help. You can trust me once you get to know me, I keep secrets and I know how to be a friend. I love to read when I have alone time, not to mention love listening to music that others play.

Reading is my way to get out of this world, my escape if you will. I enjoy trying to get out of the world I live in and get into a new one that I haven't been before. It's nice to pretend I'm not who I am, and pretend that I'm not trying to be killed or I have been killed.

Please try and make me happy>;:
>> Forests
>> Being Alone
>> Friends
>> Books
>> Music
>> Love
>> Children
>> Animals
>> Colours
>>


How can you be so naive?>;:
>> Lies
>> Losing friends
>> Being hunted
>> Dares
>> Hypocrites
>> Death
>> Murderers
>> Darkness
>>

You want more? Here I'll give it>;:
I don't remember much when I was younger, frankly I don't think I want to really remember. As a baby I was taken from my royal family, who were the queen and king of Egypt. My parents are human as I was destined to be a demon, an old body gaurd had kidnapped me away one night and hide me in a nearby village. Where I lived with a witch named Karron and the Village Priest. By the time I was four I witnessed my mother, Karron, kill my father infront of my eyes not knowing what to expect. Apparently she found out who exactly I was and wanted me for herself. For many years after seeing my father killed and enduring abuse from the woman Karron, I slowly learned of what I was. A demon. I would sneak out every night and practice with a Katana and Bow and Arrows, slowly learning about the powers I have gained.

At the age of ten I was sold as a slave to man who lived in the next village. He took me away where I resided with him and his family. Lady Rose was the woman who cared for me, and knew who excactly who I was. Which made one of us, I still didn't know of my royal bloodline. Rose helped me along for many years training me to fight helping me learn the fact that I had control over certian elements. I also learned how to fight with a blade and shoot the bow even better then I did before. It was also then I learned to become a priestess and practice in the healing arts. I lived there for many years doing my share with the temple, Rose came to me and explained about a certian gem they hold dear to them. It was known as the Scared Jewel. I was to become it's next protector.

I freaked, I didn't trust myself near something so powerful. I ran, at age sixteen I ran from there. I couldn't do it, I didn't want to do it. I was a demon, I was more capable of falling under the spell that the Scared Jewel held. I also had to keep it pure and not ruin it with malice. Something I was afraid I couldn't do. Rose was a human, I wasn't! There I ran to a further village away from everyone in a different land. There I meet my first love, a boy who didn't care if I was a Demon or not. The ironic thing was, he came from a family of Demon Slayers, but the best part they knew the difference between the good demons and the bad ones. Samual was his name, he loved me for who I was and I loved him in return. I lived with his family for a few years.

Then it happened. Karron found me. She heard of what I have become and she was hunting me to keep me under her power. A powerful witch like her wanted someone who was gaining power like me under her wing. Samual ushered me away to hide me, it was then I realized I was pregnat with our child. Before I went away I told him, he promised me he would find me and we could be a family. It never happened. A few months went by as I waited, I heard rumours of a town that was destroied of the evil witch. Turned out it was the town I ran from, there were no surviours. I cried, and I couldn't stop crying. I lost the one man I loved and I was bearing his child. Deep down I still kept hope that one day we would be together.

I had my first child. A baby girl, who I named Katie. Katie was my world my life, she looked like her father and gained was nothing more but an angel. I didn't think that seemed right, since I was a demon and she now was an angel. But I found out since my heart was in so much pain when I lost Samual, that pain turned my only thing that I loved dearly into an angel to protect me and watch me. Katie was my life, she could be any age she wanted to be at anytime. Months past on, Katie remained hidden as I wondered around. Soon I found a new home, a home that I shall never forget. A small traveler bar named Kaganochii. Here is where I met my best of friends and learned more about myself then anywhere else.

Kaganochii was my home, but nothing lasts forever. I met new friends but also gained new enemies. My 'mother' came back with a new woman by her side. Silver was the name. Silver wanted me dead for the sake of the Scared Jewel as Karron just wanted to gain my inheirantce from Egypt. I still didn't know of my life, or where I came from until Karron told me. I wasn't her child, never was. I was born of royality. I was to become the next Queen of Egypt, I told her that it wouldn't happen that I might have a brother. Turns out, I did. But they weren't of the same family as the one I came from. I found out I had two half brothers and a half sister. Before my father was married to my mother, he was in love with a priestess, who gave birth to my younger siblings. They couldn't claim the throne like I could, nor did they want to.

Rage was my favorite, he was always there for me. Even though we always fought and butt heads. But like everything else, he was taken away from me. The enemies I gained took the ones I loved away. The years that I stayed with Kaganochii were slowly darkerning. It wasn't fair but I kept practicing my skills keeping sharp. I couldn't ignore the Scared Jewel no longer so I took Rose's place. Then it happened again, I managed to fall in love. A Half Angel, Half demon named Kaotix. I had four children with him before he too was taken away. Kotaro, Jade, Lily and Zato. Katie was killed by Karron's hand, as Kotaro went missing. My heart had suffered through a lot, and yet I still manage to get up and fight. I talk to Lotaris daily and we spend a lot of time together, I'm trying to find a way to bring back the man I love, and to see if I could bring Katie back. But my life hasn't stoped there, and I don't think it will.


ღ>>>>Go away leave me alone, or you will get hurt


Shiney pointy things>;:

I can fight, I can fight with any weapons but my main ones are the Katana, a nice long blade with a black and gold handle. Bow and Arrows, from afar I can shoot and kill, I'm as deadly close up as I am far away. I also use a Bo, something to bash people over the head with. Nothing wrong with that, a little messy maybe, but still quite useful. I also use a fan, which help generate my magic skills.

What to know what else I can do?>;:

I'm talented with magic, espically the elements. I'm a water bender, a fire bender, as well as a air bender. My three main elements. I'm an excellent illusionist as well. I have powers that control the spirits of the dead, as well as the power that the Scared Jewel carries. As a demon I also know some old spells that only demons can perform. Reflecting on coming attacks are useful as well.

These things scare me>;:

I try not to show what I'm truely scared of or what my weaknesses are. My friends are, they're a major soft for me. I hate seeing them getting caught up in my problems and seeing them get hurt because of it. My family is another, I can't stand them getting hurt or being threatened to get hurt, it sets me off where I do stupid things and don't think right. My temper gets the best of me too, when someone is being threatened towards me, I get mad and fight back. I don't ask for help when I have problems, I don't like help. Usually ends up me getting hurt none the less. Fighting when I'm alone and I fear that I might die terrifies me, I usually don't know what to do, and I just fight back to the bes to my abilities.

But these do not>;:

I'm not scared of being bullied or pushed around. I don't mind it, I can fight back. Usually the other person leaves just as badly injured as I am. Being alone doesn't scare me much, I don't mind having a time by myself. I love being alone it makes me feel stronger and I can settle things the way I want to. Bright lights and flashes don't scare me either, try if you want, but it won't terrify me the way you want it to. I usually don't scare easily when alone, or when fighting. But you use something or someone against me, everything crashs down.


ღ>>>>See these are the reasons why I stay away


How I like to speak>;:

I speak with crimson fire.

Things I think>;:

My thoughts belong to me.

And that little voice in my head>;:

Skittlezdannygirls

Love me, dream me.
Please never leave me.
My dreams are full of nightmares.

Tell me that you love me.
That you'll forever hold me
And keep the nightmares away.

[Skittlezdannygirls]

S e r i a L i l i a n M o r g a n

T he Demon P r i n c e s s
Don't let me fall, fall into the darkness
That I call home...
Save me from the nights that only hold
Nightmares...

The day was bright, not a sky in the sky, which was the bluest that she had seen it. Seria stood under a big old oak tree leaning against the rough bark. There was a light breeze which played across her slightly tanned skin. The sun was high in the sky making the day warm and humid. It was too hot, even for her. Crossing her arms infront of her Seria sighed deeply closing her crimson eyes, leaning her head against the trunk. Oh how she hated to wait, espically in these conditions, yet she couldn't complain. She could change certian things to make it better for her, but would she do it. No, she wouldn't.

The forest was her life, her home. She loved it here, why would she want to change it? She didn't, Seria lived in the forest most of her life, running from those who wanted to harm her, the trees gave her shelter. She loved it here, it truely was her home. The trees gave her a place to stay, a place to high, plus great vantage points to attack. Gotta love surprise attacks for sure, but alas not everything can last forever. Sure Seria loves the forest and the outdoors, she also likes being around people or others like herself. Demons, Vampires, Spirits, Dragons, you name it, it lives there. Humans tried finding these creatures but they fail just like everyone else.

A small smirk came onto her face as she though about humans and their pure stubborness. Seria's been around a long time to know that Humans refuse to quit, espically when they want to prove that Demons, Vampires and other mythical creatures exist. Never really realizing that what they're looking for is usually infront of their eyes. Funny really. Seria's seen it all, and each time she's remembered a few times where the 'hunters' as they are known have tried to prove that there are such things as fairies. Of course Seria knows that they exist but it's hilarious watching others try to prove it. One thing human's don't realize is that they're always infront of your face.

Seria let out a small laugh as she finally opened her eyes, raising a hand up above her face to block out the sudden brightness. Sighing she decided it was time to move, time to find another place to meet up. Seria looked down at the ground as she walked, her bright red hair tied back from her face, her boots hardly made any sounds on the forest floor as she walked slowly along the path of leaves and twigs. Amazing how the twigs didn't even make a sound when they broke. Smiling the woman glanced up to see where she was going but stopped. Lovely, infront of her were three unwelcoming gentlemen. The tallest who was also in the middle turn towards the redhead and smirked.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here boys. It's the silent little redhead girl." Seria sighed crossing her arms, she lived amung humans, she lived alone and worked at the local pub. Something she did, she didn't have to. She always had money but working made her feel good. The three men infront of her, were three local 'hunters' amung the townfolks. The two other gentlemen turn their smirking faces towards her. "I see little Miss Seria is out by herself. I wonder why? You know that these woods are dangerious my sweet little girl!" Rolling her eyes the woman crossed her arms and sighed.

"What do you want? I'm enjoying the nice peaceful air of the woods. Unlike you three who continually like to damage it, thinking there's fairies and pixies." She carefully made sure she didn't say the phrase 'There's no such thing as fairies or pixies'. Knowing full well that there might be one near by who could drop dead at any second. Seria herself was a demon and therefore it didn't take her much to find a mythical creature. Unlike humans who can't seem to find them with their hands tied behind their backs. The gentlemen smirks turned to sneers, but didn't replie to the girl, instead they went their way, as Seria continued her own. She hated them, the town she lived in, it was a waste of time. But somehow she couldn't leave, not yet anyways.

It was then she heard what she wanted to hear. A soft purring from behind her, turning around an orange tabby sat on the ground his bright orange eyes staring up at the tall demon girl. Seria smiled and knelt down to the ground. "Milo, it's good to see you again!" She outstreched her arms and within seconds the feline jumped in them. Smiling Seria looked down at the Cat. He has been her friend for years, Milo was always with her. But he doesn't like being confided to a house.

"Yeah I know. You've been too busy to come to the forest anymore." Yes, Milo can talk. He too is a demon, but a different breed of them if you may. He can talk, have some kind of powers, but he can never change into a human. Just something he is. A beast Demon. There's lots of them, just you can never really find them. They're really rare and Seria was lucky to gain one as a friend.

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M i l o

T he faithful F r i e n d
I'll always be there for you
Through thick and thin
Through all the troubles of the world
I'll always be there for you

[Skittlezdannygirls]

T he Faithful F r i e n d



M i l o


They say looks isn't everything
I tell them other wise.
They judge the books by it's cover.
I show them I'm not to be judged


ღ>>>>Why must you always ask


Hello I'm>;:
Milo
These are the years>;:
Too old for you to know
The Doctor says I'm>;:
Male
But you can say I prefer>;:
The opposite of what I am
This is just a curse>;:
Cat
The mirror says>;:
Aren't I cute?


ღ>>>>Now let's look deeper, deeper into ourselves.


Here's how I am>;:

I'm a cat. What do you want from me? I like to sleep and not to be bothered! I may look like I'm three years old, but I'm older then your grandparents grandparents! I get cranky very easily and I don't like being destrubed. I hate it when people wake me up when I'm trying to sleep, it just bothers the hell out of me.

I get scarcastic and I say what's on my mind. I don't care if it offends you or not, I'll say it. I am very protective of those I care about, like Seria. I don't care who's around I'll protect them till I die.

Please try and make me happy>;:
How can you be so naive?>;:
You want more? Here I'll give it>;:


ღ>>>>Go away leave me alone, or you will get hurt


Shiney pointy things>;:
What to know what else I can do?>;:
These things scare me>;:
But these do not>;:


ღ>>>>See these are the reasons why I stay away


How I like to speak>;:
Things I think>;:
And that little voice in my head>;:

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Coral
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Italian Red
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[Skittlezdannygirls]

T he__A r t i s t
Don't mess with Life.
Don't fight with it.
Just live it.

L i l i a n__S t . C l a i r

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Come and let your Artistic self out.
Let your heart make the dreams
And let your hands create

Let your dreams run wild
Never let go of your desires
Always do your passion
Never give up hope
And never follow the crowd.

[Skittlezdannygirls]

❝If I can't say, I'll write it. If I can't write, I'll show it. And baby, if I can't show, I'll dream of you. I don't want what to do...❞

//Micheal James LeCroix//

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❝Baby, I love you so much. Why can't you see?❞

Aya Marie LeCroix
Let it burn, let it burn,
If its gotta end, let it burn.
If its gotta end, let it burn.
If it ends, let's hope...
It ends where it began, so hot with love, it burns our hands.
If it is born in flames, then we should let it burn.
Burn as brightly as we can.
And if its gotta end, then let it end in flames.
Let it burn all the way down, all the way down...
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[Skittlezdannygirls]

George && Lilian LeCroix

They seem to be a happy family, always smiling, always having fun. But that's what Lilian wanted the world to see. She didn't want others to know how much the family doesn't seem to get along, or their fights or how much George seems to run away to go and work. When she was young she came from a second class family. Two younger siblings as well as her parents were workaholics, never around always looking after her baby sister and brother. How she hated the fact that they didn't have the money and how she was always stuck with babysitting the brats. Lilian made herself a promise that she would marry a wealthy man and never become second class. Her children would have everything that they wanted.

At the age of sixteen, Lilian found the man she was going to marry. He was from a rich family, one of the wealthest. He was two years older then her, and never even looked her way. Yes Lilian knew the class system at the schools, but of course she did everything in her power to break that system. And of course she managed it. He noticed her, George LeCroix, noticed second class Lilian Maybell. Her dreams came true. She was now rich and now she was going to preserve that right of being rich. Having two children, Aya and Micheal. Her world and she was going to make sure they would get what they wanted. One thing she wouldn't stand for would be breaking the class system. George swore to never tell the children and she never would either.

George loved Lilian, really he did, but he couldn't get past the fact all she really did was marry him to get out of the Class system and to get rich. He did fall in love with her, she did seem to love him back, but why does he feel like he's being used. Doesn't matter does it? He knows she isn't cheating, she would never leave him. He's high up there on the social scale something she loved, something she adored. The children hated it mind you, so did he. But it was Lilian, she loved throwing parties and loved being the center of attention. He was eighteen when he met her, and she was his world. He knew he was going to marry her. He also knew that she wanted his money. George knew that he would make sure his children would never end up like him. Espically Mike. George would really never have to worry about Mike, Mike can take care of himself, it's Aya that both Mike and George worry about.

A year or so ago, Aya met a guy, a guy that both brother and father didn't like. He tried to use the poor girl for her money, and to get himself up on the social class. Thank God he doesn't go to the same school as the children. Mike swore after that boy hurt his little sister, that no other guy would. Smirking to himself, George was proud of both kids. They knew how to take care of themselves, they were his world. Feeling bad that he was always away leaving them with their mother, he would bring back gifts. George knew full well the kids didn't care for them, but to spend time with their father that was always away.

George didn't understand why he stayed married to Lily, he did love her but he knew deep down that she didn't really love him back. Only loved his money. He hoped his daughter wouldn't turn out like her, and thank god she didn't. Aya was a respectable girl who finds the trouble boys. Many times has he thought about throwing Lily out on the streets to tell her to get lost, leave him and the children alone. But he would never do it, sure the children don't really like their mother, and George was still in love with her. One thing he believed in was a two parent household, he never got that. His mother died when he was tweleve lived with his father and his grumpy grandmother. He learned to deal with the one parent, but he knew he could never do that to his own children. No matter how unhappy the marriage was.

They looked like a happy couple when they went, and sure they had great sex, but the sex was becoming few and George has tried on many occasions to get some, but Lily wouldn't have it. The only time they would ever have sex is on their anniversry or when they go to a big party. Which was like four times a year. It drove him nuts! Lily wasn't cheating, she could never cheat it wasn't in her nature, dispite the fact that there were other richer men out there. She would divorce before even thinking about getting with another man. But she tried to keep the family together. She always looked out for her children, always looked out for her husband. There would be days where she was very happy with her life with George and having two children. But those days where getting fewer as the years go past. Now that Micheal is eighteen and Aya seventeen she knew that she'll lose her babies to the world.

Lily wouldn't admit her and George have an unhappy marrige, she didn't want to the world to know that she couldn't keep her family together. The only way she'll leave is if George does it first. She does love him, really she does. Deep down, but it was hard to show him when he was away all the time and when he is home, he's with the children. Micheal and Aya see him more then she does, and George knows it. Doesn't matter, she decided since her children were growing up she was planning a family night with dates. But something was not right, Aya and Micheal were gone. Their christmas suits and dresses were not to be found. Sitting in the living room, Lily stared at the T.V wondering where they were. If she didn't know, well George must of. George was in his study as usual, working away leaving the world around him. No wonder they don't have sex anymore.

"Hey, George. Where's the children?" Lilian's voice called from outside of George's office. Sighing, George knew he was going to have a tough time with this. "George! Where's Micheal and Aya! Did you hear me?" Her voice got sharper and angerier. Lilian hated being ignored. Running a hand over his face, George sighed once more before standing up walking over to his door.

"They've gone out for a bit. Why?" He leaned against the door as his small wife came around the corner. Her bright red hair was down, her brown eyes were full of annoyance. Trying really hard not to roll his eyes. She crossed her arms over her white dress shirt, as she narrowed her eyes. "Where are they George? We're suppose to be spending time together. You know that! Besides, I was going to see if Micheal would like to bring over his little girl Laura." Her face soften and smiled thinking of the little rich girl Laura.

"They went out to a party that they were invited to. Lily calm down! Look they're allowed to go out. Let them have fun. Now go back and watch T.V, I have work to do." George turned and went back to his office, Lily following right behind. She looked angry, more then angry, pretty pissed off actually. Sighing he looked at her, why in the world was he in love with her? Lily was the over-protective, gotta know where he kids is at all times type of woman. And a gold digger that's for sure.

"What?! Why didn't you tell me George! Where are they?! Who are they with?!" Lily demanded looking at her husband, who she thought was just an idoit. Why did she marry him? Easy, money. She loves him, but if there were someone better. Oh hell yeah, would she leave. She doesn't like being second best. Nor will she let her children be, or the ones they chose to be dates. "Look Lily, they told me where they're going, they told me who they're with. No need to worry. I told them it was ok." George replied.

"So you gave them permisson to go out and party pretty much. Without letting me know? George we're suppose to make these decisions together! We're married for God's sake!" Without another word Lily stormed out into the living room, she stood infront of the big large flat screen T.V glaring at it. Oh how it pissed her right off to know her husband would do something like that, let her children go out and have fun before even mentioning it to her. She had plans for the family! Sighing and sitting down, Lily fought her anger. So what George let the children go out? Oh well, she'll call them in an hour and bring them right back home. Also telling Mike to pick up that lovely girl Laura.

George knew better, running a hand through his brown hair, he knew better then to piss Lily off. Now she would wait an hour or so, then call Micheal and Aya back home. Wonderful, Micheal isn't going to be to happy with him, George sighed. He knew about Anne, and he knew about Anne's status. He didn't care mind you, he thought that love is something special doesn't matter what class your from. Lily on the other hand doesn't believe that. She came from a high second class family. They had money, but not enough to be a richie. Both parents sat in silence, staring off. It only took the doorbell twice to wake them from their daydreams.

Lily was the first to get up from her spot heading towards the door. George appeared in his study doorway and watched Lily. "Laura! What a surprise! Come on in! Come on in!" George knew this wasn't going to be good. From what Micheal told him about Laura, he knew this surprise visit isn't going to be a good one. He nodded at the blonde hair girl who shot him a sweet smile before following his wife into the kitchen for drinks. Oh boy, this wasn't going to be good.

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Not everything is as it seems.

[Skittlezdannygirls]

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\>>>>>>Aya M a r i e L eCroix

``>>>If Love is a crime. . .>>>>///

If love is a crime baby,
I'll do my time.
Weather is wrong or right.
You can sentence me to life.
If love is a crime baby
I'll do my time,
Weather is wrong or right,
You can sentence me,
Sentence me to life.

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////xxxxxxI'll do my time. . .xxx``

[Skittlezdannygirls]

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Sometimes I wanted to cry
When people on T.V weren't quite the way we were
Somehow I guess I just knew

[Skittlezdannygirls]

The too Trustworthy Partner
To trust someone it takes forever to build.
But it takes only one thing to bring it all down.

Am I that trustworthy

Chris Brian Marsh
Twenty-Four Born on April 22 1984

You see, I'm never really good at this. But here's worth a shot right? To tell everyone about me, dispite the fact I'm really just...well another Police Officer. I'm Chris Marsh, yeah not a really exciting name. I was born here in New York, six in the morning on April 22 1984. I lived an average life I guess you can say, nothing to special, ok well. I lied. I wish I lived an average normal life. But than there wouldn't be much to tell right? You see the people I know are...quite interesting to say at the least. But I'll get to that soon. I'll let you have a glimpse into my family life before I go into any more detail about other things. I'm the eldest of three, I have two younger sister, Alison and Britney. God I love those two very much, I would do anything for them. Well, let's see. Alison has just finished her second year of Medical school as Britney is just finishing her last year in High-School. Mom, worked at the local Law Firm as our Father was a well known Doctor. Gotta love it right? That's pretty much the basic about my family without going into detail. When we went out, we looked like a normal happy family. Boy, I only wish.

I can't really say we've had a normal family life. Mom and Dad always faught, my sisters and I always argued and got into fights espically at school. Well Alison and I would. I was suspended a lot from Elementry school, and so was Alison. Her and I make good partners in a fight. I wasn't exactly the grade A student at school until I reached my Teen years. Which is odd don't you think? Wouldn't your Teen years been your rebel years and not your Grade School years? We were slightly backwards I guess. That's where I've decided that I should really pick up my marks. What made me do this? I'll explain that later. Well, as life goes on, we grow up. Parents fight more. Yeah, the fights between Father and Mom were getting pretty bad, it got to the point where Dad would storm out and Mom would lock herself in her room crying all night. What the fights were about, I never really listened. I didn't want to. Like I wanted to hear the accusations from Dad to Mom. It just makes me mad when I think about it. It was getting really annoying, than at last. The worst (or best if you look from my point of veiw) Father was killed in an car accident when I was in my Sophomore year. I can't lie but I was glad the old fool died. All he did was yell at Mom, and she deserves much better. Even though I don't like her newest choice for a husband. But who am I to complain? I moved out when collage was coming to close. I wanted out of that house. Plus I don't have to deal with Mega Jerk. Anyways, back to where I was. I met my best friend in High-school, he is a strange person but hey. We got along. I had other friends, but they never really liked him.

Now, I understand why. We met up with this chick as well, and we became pretty good friends, but I was always wary of this new girl. Something about her didn't sit right with me. Now I understand why. It's amazing, you get a feeling about someone who you know you shouldn't be around. And yet, you don't listen. Than years later your wondering why you didn't listen to yourself. It's quite annoying in my case. Well this chick and I, we aren't really 'best friends' but we're pretty good friends. Her partner, my best friend, his name is Kale Valloy, well we were close since we kids and we stayed friends through collage and now. Wow, I'm really jumping everywhere. Back to my high-school years, it was because of Kale I got better marks and decided to become a Police Officer, I don't really know what made me do this, but I think it has something to do with his fascination with killing people. Not going to lie, it still freaks me out. I don't know how we could still be friends, but we have and we stayed in touch. I got a feeling he's only using me because of the resources I have but one can only think right? It's not like he's upset what he did. Which still unsettles me. I'll never forget how much Kale wanted to kill someone it wasn't natural. But from where he grew up. I can't really blame him...or could I? I don't know haven't gotten that far. Right now it's day by day, don't think about what I'm doing, just do. I will never forget how much he hated or didn't hate his mother? It was a weird love/hate thing I didn't pay attention to. But the way he wanted to kill her...

Well, we went through collage, me getting into the Police Force, Kale dropped out and his little chick thing. I don't even know. Well, things are pretty straight forward now, well. Sorta. I'm not going to lie I work with pretty idoitic people, my partner and his sex bunny are useless at times. Than there's the chief who...well. I don't like him much. He's too much of an a** but whatever. Right? I got myself a nice girl, Sarah, moved out of my Mom's place shortly before collage was done and move in with Sarah. She's something alright. God, I love her and I don't want any harm to come to her. I was then unfortionatly forced unto my partner who drives me up the wall. I know I could do better partner wise, but the Chief placed me with him. My partner is a sex addict and likes to ******** the other female cop. I don't know what's more disgusting the fact they ******** all the time, or that they aren't afraid of where they ********. God, I've walked on them a few times in the Men's bathroom. It's not like the noticed me really, but it really was disgusting. Then life started to get more interesting. We got the call about a murder, my partner and I, and we went to a small apartment where a woman was murdered and it wasn't pretty. I was pretty excited though. It was my first crime scene, I've seen pictures but this was the real thing. But I was not ready for what I was about to see. To this day I can't shake the image from my mind. When I saw that crime-scene, I knew. I knew who done it and I just knew. God, it was digusting. Seeing Kale's mother laying over that tub, her feet nailed to the roof still. It was just really gross and I couldn't believe he actually went through with it. I didn't take him seriously when we were kids, now I'm staring at the proof of his sick hobby. But I can't lie, I thought the old bird deserved to die. But not like this. I would never wish this upon anybody.

I wanted to puck right than and there. Later I went and looked for him. I asked him but he wouldn't give me a direct answer, can't really blame him can I? Why would he want to tell his best friend, that he went through his sick fantasy after talking about for so many years. He gave me a look like why I should be surprise it was him. Hell, now I'm not surprise. I expect it...but back than, that night. I was not expecting about what I was about to get myself into. It was then that I knew I should of walked away and said 'Bye Bye' but after years of being friends I couldn't. It comes back to that whole, you should listen to your insticts and when they say run, run. But of course no one is that smart. I stayed and I. Helped. Him. I helped the sick b*****d! I guess I hate him for me helping him, but it was unreal hate. I didn't really hate him, I hated myself. I did it out of free will, but I didn't want to blame myself. So I blamed him and his partner in crime. I still don't understand why I didn't turn him in that day, right than and there. Apart of me wants to know why, the other part. Not really. Well, since than I've been helping out Kale and his sick hobby. Mind you, I'm slowly getting a stomach for his killings and well my help he's been cleaning up after himself without me really doing much at the crime scenes. But of course I still go over and make sure that there is no trace of him. God, I'm an idoit.

I still wonder why I don't turn him in. But gah, it's been a headache and a half. His chickie isn't much better than him, but still she's something else. I've seen what she can do, and mind you. It's quite disgusting. Unfortionatly I can't back away from this now. I'm far too deep and I know as soon as I even try to walk away from this, he'd kill me and my loved ones. Which encludes Mom and my sisters and Sarah. God, I would never want to put Sarah in danger. Mega Jerk, hell. I hope he goes next. I try to play stupid when these killings go on, but there are times where I can't. All I can think about is why I'm helping the stupid sick freak. The same answer comes up every time. Because he's your best friend. So what?! Ahh...it's not like I can walk away now. No, I'm far too deep, I'm way to deep into this now. God, I got to stop being so trustworthy it's going to seriously get me into trouble one day. I just hope they catch him before I break down, which will probably take a lot since I've been doing this for quite a while. They're going to have to try and track him down, even though I know. I have the evidence, I hid the evidence. Kale knows what he's doing...I think that's what scares me so much. He really does know what he's doing.

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