Bid my blood to run I don't remember the chapter number

Here goes.

Turns out I had a dream about unicorns. Actually, no. I sort of wish I did, though. Okay, I do wish it. I had a nightmare, but it was all too real.
Wire mesh in front of me, like a dog crate, other dog crates in the same room with me. I was scrunched down and in one, too. Which was bad, because I was claustrophobic. Experiments, needles, syringes, equipment...
And the smell.
So strong, so sickening, and it provoked memories I didn't even know I had. It smelled like a docters office, very antisepticky. I didn't know if they were just imagined images from a book I had read or scenes from a movie I had seen... but then I was nearly convinced they were real.
I saw my dad.
And he didn't exactly look in the 'nice' department, let me tell you.
I started screaming when I heard the saw.

"Angelea! It's just your alarm, chill out!"
"Huh? But... the saw..."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but you need to get up."
I had stopped screaming to talk, and I looked around my room frantically. Skye was looking at me with her ears angled back.
"It's okay, kitty..." I crooned, reaching over to pet her. She purred.
"What was this one about?" Nani asked. I wanted to curl up into a ball and put my hands over my ears, anything to avoid talking about it. "That bad, huh?"
"Yep." was all I said. Nani patted my foot, that was all she could reach, then stretched over to pet Skye briefly. Her hair was already done and she was already dressed, just like always. Finally, something normal.
"Come on, time for breakfast." Nani said as she walked out fo my room. I got up to follow her.

One more thing:
In the dream, I had wings.

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We ate in silence, until finally, I decided to ask her what I had been avoiding. I had been chasing it around in my head all morning, which, okay, wasn't that long. But I Couldn't come up with an answer.
"Um, Nani?"
"Yes?"
"Did Dad..." I gulped. "Experiment on... humans?"
Nani whirled to look at me.
"Why would you say that?"
"Just wondering... but did he?"
"I don't think so. I mean, he wasn't like that..."


How would you know, Nani? You were only five.

I fell asleep that night quickly, sinking into a very deep sleep.

I was flying again, and I saw Devin on the cliff edge running and waving his arms.
"Angelea! You need to land! Now!"
Deja vu, anyone?
"That's okay, I think I'll stay up here, thanks."
"No, Angelea, really--"
Then I saw the guys with the guns, and bullets whizzed past me. Those were close!
"Angelea, please!" Devin screamed, waving to me. I dove, but crash landed, just like last time. I was on my back again, and my head hurt terribly.
"Don't shoot, idiots! I want her alive!" Devin yelled, running toward me. I was scraped badly, and Devin kneeled beside me, taking my bleeding wrist and examining it.
"Devin, no... don't..." I gasped. The pain was clouding my brain. I almost shivered when he sniffed at my wrist, his violet eyes closing for an instant.
"You're really... tempting me..." He muttered, opening his eyes again and looking at me.
Hypnotoxication.
DEJA. VU.
A strange look came over his eyes, the lust of a need. He kept staring me in the eye as he bit into my wrist, and everything was black but my arm and him.
I would have screamed, if I could have.

Pic Time!!!

There's gonna be a lot of pics but here goes:

The first one is Sorrow from Fairy Fable. She's the fairy servant to The Fairy Prince Daisuke. I don't know if i drew her right since all Okami did was give me her description and i tried to draw her, so Okami: did i draw her right?

The second is Nalla from Fairy Fable. She's just the outcast fairy, the one that no one likes to mess with, though she's very playful. I like how her feather is dark at the top, light in the middle, and then dark-ish at the bottom.

Third is Fawn from Fairy Fable. She's the one who quickly befriends Sakura (the main character) when she becomes a fairy. she's the one who explains things (though she takes her time to do so).

Fourth is also Fawn from Fairy Fable. You can tell she loves her bow in that picture. hahaha!

Fifth is Caliber, the REAL caliber mandan. turns out that when Adeen's evil uncle killed her "parents" he found the hidden grave of the real caliber and brought her back to life and raised her as his own. that is what she looks like. YAY!

Sixth is Devin & Tellia from Bid My BLooD To Run. She was the girl he liked who died. Poor Tellia. One of the reasons Devin likes Angelea so much is she's pretty much got the same personality as Tellia did before her 'accident'

That is all, YAY! i finally got them all scanned!!! But i know i will be drawing more and scanning them later. WEE!

Armageddon Nightmares

This is a new book I'm writing. I came up with it during Dark Knight, which I went to see with some friends. It's based off of the dreamers, just with a different twist. Anyway, the barriers break and the nightmare creatures get out and the physicals think that armageddon has come. Here's the teaser! Enjoy!

"No! No, James, you don't understand! I have to get away..." I stared at James's scraped hand, which was bleeding badly. The rough lava rock had cut into his flesh, causing the blood to flow. We were running, running away from them... My vision went red as my hunter instincts kicked in at the scent of blood. I couldn't kill him... but I hadn't hunted for so long...
"No, Adeen, I won't let you leave. I'm okay. I promise. See? The bleeding is already stopping."
Blood was running down his forearm, warm and scarlet and tempting.
"James, no, you don't understand!" My eyes shifted to red in my reflection in his chocolate brown eyes, soft and trusting. The eyes I had grown to know. "I am one of them." He paled at my words. I listened intently, waiting for the others to come. Surely they could already smell his blood. But they were hunters, more skilled than I was, and were completely silent as they came to surround us. I was a good six inches shorter than James, and I stood in front of him as he bled. My senses were going wild, nearly driving me insane.
"Come now, Adeen, do not deny your instincts."
It was my uncle, Kyroshiran. I glared coldly at him as I stood in front of my boyfriend. James bent down to my ear.
"Who is that, Adeen? How does he know you?"
"If we live through this, I'll tell you."
"You mean we might not live?"
"Maybe, maybe not. Just stay right where you are, and try to keep your heart from racing. Do you hear me? Calm down!"
"How can you hear my heart?"
"I just can."
"Adeen, Adeen. My dear neice. Won't you give your old uncle a hug?"
"I'd rather hug a cholla cactus." I growled. Kyroshiran's eyes were red, like mine. More vampires appeared behind him. I didn't recognize any of them.
"Now, now, Adeen, don't be like that."
"Try to make me leave his side." I hissed, extending my wings.
"Whoa, whoa, when did you get those?," James asked.
"Stay quiet!" I whispered. James's heart raced. The vampires started to advance as we spoke.
"Adeen, give us the boy, and you won't be hurt."
I could sense Kyroshiran's need, feel his hunger- or rather thirst. It was something we shared. Something every vampire shared. The difference between us was, I only drank human blood every two years. Kyroshiran drank every couple weeks. And it looked to me like he hadn't hunted since the barriers broke.
"I'd rather die than give him to you." I snarled, baring my teeth. My fangs elongated, touching my bottom lip. Kyroshiran shook his head.
"Adeen, you're just as foolish as your father was."
"What did you do to my father?" I yelled.
"Adeen, you're such a coward. Don't you know that love gives someone the ability to break you?" Kyroshiran shook his head. "Get the boy."
The other vampires advanced, and James's heart sped up in fear. So did mine.
"James, I'm so sorry I got you into this."
"If I'm going to die, I want to die with you." He whispered. Warm tears threatened to overflow. I swallowed them back. It all happened so fast I missed it. Suddenly, my arms were pinned behind my back and I was being drug away from James.
"Adeen! Help me!" He cried. I saw Kyroshiran grin evilly, his overlong black hair blowing in the wind. He chuckled wickedly, grabbing James's dark brown hair and wrenching his head back to expose his neck.
"NO!" I screamed, fighting against my captors. Kyroshiran's fangs glittered wickedly in the moonlight as he grinned, turning and biting into James's neck with a sickening squirting sound. "James! No! No-ho-ho-ho!" I wailed. I couldn't fight my captors off, and a glazed look came over James's chocolate eyes as Kyroshiran drank.
"NO!" I screamed, still fighting with all my strength.
"Hey, vampire." Someone growled from behind me. "Let my brother go, a$$hole."
It was Jason, James's twin brother, in his werewolf form. He was in Canis's form, standing dark brown in the night. Kyroshiran only glanced up and kept drinking.
Canis shook his head, gray patches showing in the moonlight.
"That's it, b@$t@rd. You won't live through this." Canis advanced onto the vampire that held his limp brother as I watched. Historically by nature, vampires are the enemy of the werewolf, and vise versa. Suddenly, I scented Jinnyn and Okami coming up behind me. One vampire let me go, having the other hold both of my arms. I whipped my head back with all of my strength, breaking the vampires nose. Horrible growls and snarls came from ahead of me and behind me, and I ran to James's fallen limp body on the ground. His soft bown eyes were closed, and I waited for his chest to rise and fall in breath. Soon, I decided to do something I had never done before: I had to kiss him. I had helped others my kissing their hand or arm and healed it. I didn't trust myself with kissing his neck, so...

I held him up and pressed my mouth to his.
I hoped with all my heart he wouldn't feel awkward when he recovered.
Maybe this could be all over if we could just get the barriers back up.

Prolouge to the book I am Writing

This is the prologue to the book I am writing. Hope you enjoy!

Jenny was sitting in a tree, her arms folded across her chest. Her legs were dangling from the edge of a branch and her slightly torn blue dress was waving in the slight breeze.
"Why do we always argue?" thought Jenny frustratedly. She was, of course, referring to her only friend in the world, her slave girl named Caitlin. Slave girl though she was, Jenny had grown up with her. A mutual trust unfolded, which soon blossomed into friendship. Caitlin was a month older than Jenny, and as her slave girl, had to do anything Jenny asked. It was also Caitlin's responsibility to make sure Jenny stayed out of trouble. Although allowed, Jenny never asked for much, because they were always too busy running and hiding from her parents to go secretly play in the orchards, or climb the west gate, or even just skip rope.
Jenny's mom had always critisized her trust in Caitlin, often saying, "She's only a slave! She will turn her back on you one day! Why do you treat her so well, she is not your friend, she is not your equal, and she never will be! If I catch you two being friendly-like again, I'll have her whipped!" Jenny never listened to her mothers headings and cautionings though, because she knew that her father would never allow it.
Jenny almost smiled, reminiscing the last time they had run away together. It was only for a short time, heading of to watch the neighbors cats while they were away (Jenny's mom didn't like cats). Then, remembering their spat from earlier that day, the smile and memory vanished and were replaced with a small frown and the argument echoing around Jenny's head.
They were standing in the backyard, a white gazebo hanging over their heads, the sides sweeping down and touching the floor. Jenny had said, "Of course slavery is acceptable! It has been around for years and it's not like it's doing much harm. It helps the economy, and maybe they shouldn't whip slaves, but how else will they keep you in order if you try to run away?"
"Simple," argued Caitlin, "Treat us better an give us more freedoms. Then we would feel more welcome and we wouldn't want to run away!"
"You're slaves you're not meant to feel welcome! At least, not with the rules as they are now. And even if we did give you more freedoms you would get ideas and try to run away even more often that usual! And besides, I can't give you more freedoms, my mom's in charge, and we're only fourteen! There is nothing we can do!"
"We would not run away more often than ussual and we can do something!"
"Would too, and can not!"
"Would not, and can too!"
But by this point Jenny was already running off to her ussual spot in the apple orchards. She had always gone there to escape and hide, ever since she was little. Jenny knew that by running away Caitlin would be punished for losing her, she also knew that Caitlin knew where she was, but knew better to bug her when she ran off to the apple orchards. She had done this once, and Jenny was already so upset, she began picking and throwing all of the apples that she could at Caitlin (To whom she had to apologize to later).
"What is the matter, miss?" Asked a nearby slave. His name was Toby, he had a deep voice, but very bright eyes. They were blue in color, much like Caitlin's. This was Caitlin's uncle, and her current care giver. But because they were slaves, they could not complain (which is probably the only reason that Jenny hadn't been squished to a pulp by him for yelling at Caitlin at times). Toby was the mediator between the two. Because they argued on the regular basis of once a week, very much like sisters do, Toby often had to step in and comfort one or the other. In the next few hours Caitlin and Jenny would apologize to each other.
"Nothing, Toby." Jenny said shortly.
"Now miss, I know that you don't wan to admit it, but that face is full of anger and sadness. What has upset you this time?" Toby asked calmly.
"I said it was nothing Toby!" Jenny was almost yelling.
"All right miss! Please, don't be angry at me, I meant no harm." Toby said quickly, the friendliness falling from his voice, becoming more distant by the second. Toby knew better than to anger any of the masters, in case one of the other slaves told on him for an extra piece of bread.
"Please leave me Toby, I am thinking." Said Jenny quietly. She was thinking about the arguments she had had today, and as Toby walked away a tear fell from one of her dark brown eyes, rolled down her cheek, and fell on her slightly torn dress. Right about then Jenny felt like she didn't have a friend in the world. "No crying Jenny, you're too old to cry." She told herself firmly and again became angry at Caitlin and Toby for thinking they were right.
Jenny may have not known it, but she was trying to hide her sadness and grief with anger, but in reality the argument was slowly eating away at her insides. When Jenny finally realized this, she knew that Caitlin was right, and slavery was wrong. That's when she heard the BANG-BANG of cannon fire, and the yelling and screaming of slaves. A rebellion was starting.

Dun-dun-duuuuuun!!!!!

Here's a take on the past between Jin and I I thought it really fit, me to any of you.

Avril Lavigne

I will be

There's nothing I could say to you
Nothing I could ever do to make you see
What you mean to me
All the pain, the tears I cried
Still you never said goodbye
And now I know how far you'd go

I know I let you down
But it's not like that now
This time I'll never let you go

I will be all that you want
And get myself together
'cus you keep me from falling apart
All my life
I'll be with you forever
To get you through the day
And make everything okay

I thought that I had everything
I didn't know what life could bring
But now I see, honestly
You're the one thing I got right
The only one I let inside
Now I can breathe 'cus you're here with me

And if I let you down
I'll turn it all around
'cus I will never let you go


I will be all that you want
And get myself together
'cus you keep me from falling apart
All my life
I'll be with you forever
To get you through the day
And make everything okay

'cus without you I can't sleep
I'm not gonna ever ever let you leave
You're all I've got
You're all I want
Yeah
And without you
I don't know what I'd do
I could never ever live a day without you
Here with me do ya see
You're all I need

And I will be all that you want
And get myself together
'cus you keep me from falling apart
All my life (my life)
I'll be with you forever (forever)
To get you through the day
And make everything okay (okay)
I will be all that you want (I'll be)
And get myself together (get myself together)
'cus you keep me from falling apart
All my life
I'll be with you forever
To get you through the day
And make everything okay

The first verse doesn't really mean anything but the rest does. =]

I wrote a song, too

Here's a song I wrote that goes to Jin:

My tears are shed

I need you
I love you
I'd never do something like this to you
But I have
What have I done?

My tears are shed
My heart is shredded
This is my punishment
I take it gladly
It's better than nothing
I cling to your memory
And my tears are shed

What have I done
My tears are shed outside
In the moonlight
It's a dangerous night
But it's suicide
I can't live without you

My tears are shed
My heart is shredded
This is my punishment
I take it gladly
It's better than nothing
I cling to your memory
And my tears are shed

Your memory is better than nothing
I cling to it for my life
I can't live without you
My tears are shed
Oh, oooooooooh,
My heart is shredded
My tears are shed
I reminice in pain
As I smile, insane
Warped and twisted
My heart is shredded
My tears are shed

I wrote this for my little sis but it kind of works for how I feel about Jin right now.

Isn't it odd how tears are so clear, invisible even, and yet I cannot see through your tears to what you're really feeling?
Isn't it strange how words have no feel, they aren't touchable or tangible, but your words form such an impenetrable shield that I cannot see what you really think?
and all the while they hurt me, too.

You wear a mask of ice. I try so hard to chip through it and see the real you but you won't let me. do you let anybody? and then you are shocked when I misunderstand you.