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 Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 10:02 am
m y i d e n t i f i c a t i o n c a r d  ▤ ▤▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ ▤ Annabell Grace Lee ♀ xx ⋮ □ a g e ⇢ Fifteen
xx⋮ □ r a c e ⇢ Vampire
xx⋮ □ p o w e r s ⇢ Strength. She can sense the past of an object, mainly it's owner and it's owners past. And the ability to take away another's emotions- so that she can feel.
xx⋮ □ s o n g ⇢ The Good Left Undone by Rise Against
xx⋮ □ c r u s h ⇢ -.-
xx⋮ □ s t r e n g t h s ⇢ Medical Knowledge, Athletics, Literature.
xx⋮ □ w e a k n e s s e s ⇢ Cooking, Geometry, The Sun- but it doesn't burn me or anything. Sardonic • Chill • Carefree
Anna's life calm, easy, and simple lived. She was happy with her life. It was just perfect in her retrospect. Though all good things must come to rest.
Anna was fifteen in 1587. She is a lot older than anyone could think. But one day she was walking home, and two vampires got hold of her. The fed on her feelings- but they changed her, changed her into an unfeeling creature of the night.
It was painful to leave her family. She remembered how they tried to kill her when they found out. She ran away from her home within the day- and she made her way here.
Anna, though a vampire, does not drink blood. She is hoping to become something within the medical field, because she has the ability to suck away the emotions of someone.
As horrific as it sounds, she can merely take away the pain, anger, sadness- or any other unwanted feeling. She only wants to feel alive, she only wants to feel human.
She resides in this academy, just living life as she fears she will have to forever. ⋮ Ray Gun Syndrome Cat
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 1:05 pm
Isn't that picture of a boy?
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 11:33 am
Yep, I thought it looked feminine enough DX
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 2:15 pm
._. Who cares if the pictures a guy, if she wants it to be a girl >_>; Its a girl. I think It looks fine.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2011 10:02 am
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Just hand me down, give me a place to be. "
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 6:36 pm
Alright,
So to start this off, this isn't a diary. This is a record of all the events that have happened in my life so far.
So if anyone finds this, you know- those rumors about that poem can be solved. Or whatever.
I guess by now I should introduce myself.
My name is Annabel Grace Lee.
I was born in 1587- or some time around that.
I have survived over four-hundred years as a Vampire.
My family is dead, and I've never been so alone since that fateful night.
That night, was the worst thing that ever happened to me.
So... might as well get into depth on it.
It was a Friday, or a Thursday- the sun had finally set along the horizon- and I was coming home from my usual route. I can't remember why I took that route- or why it was if significant- but it was. So, I was walking- and then I heard the chatter of...People. But, it couldn't be human words, they were the clicks of tongue. The sound was rabid, and it resembled the sound of the fire crackling.
I remember fearing for my life, and picked up my pace. If I was quieter, I doubt they would have heard me- but then it happened.
Three men sprang on me- then and there. I tried to scream, but one had already clamped his hand over my mouth. I kicked and flailed- but they were strong. I was being dragged, and I honestly never felt so scared before. I watched the sky disappear behind the walls of the alley way- tears falling down my face because I never thought I'd see it again.
I remember hitting the ground with a thud, and feeling the ache in my tailbone. But the pain was nothing compared to what I experienced. I was fifteen, young, and still trying to grow up. But I looked up with my grey eyes, and found myself staring into ones that had no soul. No pupil. They were almost illuminated, and the man grinned wildly.
It was instantaneous. He leaned down and clenched his jaw on my jawbone. At first I didn't know what was happening- but then I realized it. The pain was first that surged through. And I remember shaking wildly, violently as what seemed like poison ran it's curse. The others joined in, and bit down any place where it was available. My arm, my wrist, my neck...Even the most abstract of places: Like my stomach.
The pain was unbearable, and I screamed through the man's hand. Then, they stopped, and my ears were ringing as they spoke.
My vision was hazy, every bite mark was like a scar. All I heard was.
"Let us wait until she'll change."
The took a step back and stared at me, watch me writh in pain. I couldn't speak- and if I tried to open my mouth, well...I couldn't. It didn't take long for me to black out and go limp. I just remember hearing them laugh as I did.
When I woke up, they were still there. I remember blinking a few times, and one gasping. "Her eyes." He said. "Her eyes are blue."
I tried to stand up, but I didn't feel a thing. I feel, and stared up at them with a scalding hatred.
"What the hell...Did you just do to me?"
They all stared, as if admiring the fact I had spoken. The pain was gone, everything was blank. They just turned, and left.
I wanted to chase them, and I struggled to keep myself from falling again as I stood. The one with souless eyes turned to see me running at him. I caught my fist, and smirked- I heard a crack, and my arm fell limply at my side.
Wordlessly, he caught my jaw, and pinched it until my mouth opened. "See this?" He said, pointing to my canine teeth. I couldn't see, and he dragged me to the water- forcing me to look over the edge of Venice, I wanted to struggle against him- but for some reason...I couldn't. I looked in my reflection to see fangs. My eyes grew wide. "That's what we did.
He made sure I had fallen to my knees, to watch my own reflection. He leaned down, to watch me carefully. "Good luck, kid."
And with a gentlemanly peck on the cheek, by a man who had just changed the course of my young life- I was left alone.
From the Sepulcher,
Annabel Lee
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 3:19 pm
So like,
Second time's a good thing right?
Well, yeah. So I guess we should fast forward a little bit- you know. Like two hundred years or so. When a good section of my life is taken care of.
I'd just moved to New York. The atmosphere was bustling, places where someone could just disappear. I'd been living in the outskirts of countries for years.
I mean, it was nothing like I ever saw.
I didn't mean to make friends, decades alone in Italy, and almost a century in England- well, they don't make you social.
I met him after getting lost, again, in the station itself. His eyes were almost sunken in, and his hair was a constant mop of curls. But I guess the only reason I decided to keep talking was the fact he seemed happy to see me. A 'human', just someone to talk to. He asked of my name, and I told him. Elizabeth Brown. The most common of names. He told me it was a beautiful name, regardless. He told me his, but to call him Poe. He asked where I was going, and I told him I had recently ported in from England, and I wasn't really sure where I was. He smiled again and told me I was welcome to stay the night at his house, completely so that he would be able to give me a tour of the city. I accepted happily.
We began talking, minutes turned into hours, and within the day we were friends. He was my first friend in decades, and I felt almost blessed by the spirit I thought had abandoned me so many years ago. He was like the angel I thought was sent for me. A guardian. Someone to trust and lean too. I remember the years flew by.
We'd go to church together, and we'd slack off. We'd escape to the outside- just having a blast together. We were the best of friends, inseparable.
Yet, my body was stuck at age fifteen- I knew my time with my friend was slowly slipping through my fingers.
I remember hating the days slip by, and finding myself unable to stop myself from getting that lump in my throat that I knew all too well. It hurt. And I can honestly say every day was worth it.
It didn't take long for Poe to notice.
"What's wrong? You've been down lately." He'd said.
I remember feeling the tears well up, and without answering- I hugged him. Yes, people. I can hug.
It wasn't long until I knew I was zapping his feelings. Until he stared, wide eyed- I wasn't sure he knew. But I tried to push out of the hug- but he hugged be back. "Elizabeth, what's going on?-" I kept shaking my head, "That's not my name." Was all I could say. His eyes, brown and confused- just watched me. "Annabel." I said finally, "Annabel Lee. I-I..." He obviously didn't understand. "You've lied this entire time?" He started to sound cross, and I suddenly felt so alone again. I started sobbing, uncontrollably. I remember pressing my head to his chest- feeling horrible about how I was probably staining his shirt.
"N-No! I just..." I started shaking, and her returned to his patient ways- he waited. "I can't die. I-I...I've been alive for centuries...Poe, please..You have to understand..." I knew this had to be hard for him- he was a realist. "You probably can't feel anything- but...That's because of me. I-I'm sorry I never told you but...." I had to stop talking, forcing myself just to endure the silence.
Poe lowered his gaze to me, "I understand, Anna. I do. But why are you telling me this now?"
"Because I'm supposed to disappear tomorrow!" I was practically yelling, "I can't stay any place long....I'm going to have to go away...I won't be able to talk to you...I-I'm sorry...I-" Poe was wide eyes, was he going to start crying too? "No! You can't!" He was acting like he was holding himself back. Like somethings he wanted to say- he couldn't. "I have to Poe...I'm sorry.."
Discussion ended.
We sat there, silent. And afterwards, he left without a goodbye.
I died that night. On the inside, I swear to you I did. And worse than anything.
I was the first person to get that poem. Years, almost decades before it was released to the public.
His wife had nothing to do with that poem.
It was me, and I know it because I had it first.
But some words can't be proclaimed.
From the Sepulcher,
Annabel Lee
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 3:33 pm
I was up all night, thinking.
I couldn't sleep, not even if I wanted to.
I just kept seeing that man, over and over again in my mind.
The look on his face when he turned to see me. Me behind that sniper.
He fell, the car swerving. Everything. His wife was hysterical.
He was just another victim. Just another kill of my own.
Then why was this different?
I can't seem to contemplate it in my own mind. I can't understand why his death was the most painful to see. My own fault. I don't think I'll ever understand.
The only thing that was different was...
Was the fact I saw the light leave his eyes.
He was looking at me, the man himself. He watched me pull that trigger. But...
He even smiled- faintly. Faintly as that bullet when through his skull.
He knew this would happen.
He just had too.
I don't know why exactly this has disturbed me to insomnia, forcing me to listen to The Beatles as I write.
They use my Alias you know.
Blackbird- that was my sniper name. My codename was Lancer from that moment on, though.
They think they caught them.
You know, the ones who "killed" him.
They always take the fall for me, they always die for my snipes. I'm invisible.
The blackbird in the night.
The Lancer with the lance of obsidian.
I am the song in the dead of dusk-
Watching, waiting.
Praying for my next kill to walk in my direction.
I am a monster,
Unable to slip away from this line of work.
I don't want to kill anymore.
I don't want to watch anymore death.
But it follows me.
Follows me like a curse.
It's because of him, isn't it?
Have I overstepped my bounds?
Have I upset the one that has abandoned me?
I take it back, you know.
I'd take it all back-
To un-see the sights I have seen.
To die with my brother in that fire.
To die with that bullet in my chest.
I miss the abilty to feel.
I miss the breeze and the waves.
The rain...Oh god I miss the rain.
I wish I were dead,
So then I wouln't have to deal with it all.
To not travel to the new world,
To not have met Ed
No,
I can't say that...
I have to live with it...Right?
I have to live with the fact I've faked my own death so many times over.
I have to live...
Because I killed Mr. John F. Kennedy-
And the world will never know.
From the Sepulcher,
Annabel Lee
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