danny is 19 years old. he has already studied one year at hammersmith university, but he realised that wasnt what he wanted to do, so before the start of his first year he got transferred to nottingham trent university.
EXT - TRAIN STATION - DAY
Danny steps of the train and takes a deep breathe in.
he signs
DANNY
"arrrhhhh"
VOICE-OVER
" i wonder what this new uni is going to be like"
he picks up his bag from the platform, and starts to walk towards the exit, he stops off at a little corner shop and asks for directions, he thanks the shop owner, leaves and walks to the middle of town
a girl in town shouts out tony and waves
VOICE-OVER
"is she waving at me?"
danny looks puzzled, looks around him but there is no one else about, he casually smiles at this young lady infront of him
LADY
" i didnt know you was back in town already tony"
DANNY
" i believe you have got the wrong guy hun, my names danny"
the young lady giggles
LADY
" you always make me laugh with your little jokes, how was your summer"
danny getting dragged into the conversation casually replies
DANNY
"yea wasnt too bad hun got to see my family. what about you?"
thinking to himself
DANNY
"what am i doing?"
LADY
"yea mine was..."
danny interrupts
DANNY
" sorry hun but ive got to go... we will chat another time"
LADY
"thats ok... see you in class next week tony"
the young lady give him a kiss on the cheek and starts to walk off
danny still puzzled thinks to himself
DANNY
"i think im going to like this uni"
and he walks of with a grin on his face.
he locates his uni building, and gingerly walks in looking for room 106 where he has a meeting with his next teachers
on entering the room two teachers are already sitting in there waiting.
DANNY
" hi im here for a ..."
MALE TEACHER
" hi ya tony... what can i do for you... we got an interview with a new student in a minute.. so this will have ot be quick"
DANNY
"im here for the interview. my name is danny..."
FEMALE TEACHER
"tony you havent changed at all.. still cracking jokes i see... wel if you can wait around for 20 minutes we can talk then if its important"
Showing posts with label Film Ideas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Film Ideas. Show all posts
Thursday, 8 January 2009
Tuesday, 30 December 2008
some quick short ideas
some quick short ideas
Ive recently just been thinking about what would be good for like filler shots, for lik 10-15 seconds of footage to go in films that are random shots that take up some time some of these ideas are
A clock
footage of a round clock .the camera does move just watches the time tick bk,this can create a errie scene, or can change the pace the footage is going.
A Red Rose
i like the idea of roses because a rose can be used in certain situations to make the audience feel a certain way.
i liked the idea of videoing a rose for about a day or so until it starts to die, this can be used in a number of different ways, but i feel it wil have an effect on the audience.
Water
one of the most simplest things in the world, footage of the rain, or footage of a drink of water falling into a puddle, it can represent sadness, or heart ache.
A Match
a burning flame, in a dark room n the only light is from a match, filmed until the flame burns out.
Butterfly
there kool and cute ... seriosuly there something about butterflyies thats a mystery, therer strange little creature, but in filmin they can be used with great effect to the audience, one problem though, getting them to do what you bloody want
to be continued
Ive recently just been thinking about what would be good for like filler shots, for lik 10-15 seconds of footage to go in films that are random shots that take up some time some of these ideas are
A clock
footage of a round clock .the camera does move just watches the time tick bk,this can create a errie scene, or can change the pace the footage is going.
A Red Rose
i like the idea of roses because a rose can be used in certain situations to make the audience feel a certain way.
i liked the idea of videoing a rose for about a day or so until it starts to die, this can be used in a number of different ways, but i feel it wil have an effect on the audience.
Water
one of the most simplest things in the world, footage of the rain, or footage of a drink of water falling into a puddle, it can represent sadness, or heart ache.
A Match
a burning flame, in a dark room n the only light is from a match, filmed until the flame burns out.
Butterfly
there kool and cute ... seriosuly there something about butterflyies thats a mystery, therer strange little creature, but in filmin they can be used with great effect to the audience, one problem though, getting them to do what you bloody want
to be continued
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
Film Idea: lets see how far
the filming is mainly of self documetary or shots of the video camera, there is a note left on the camera,reading how did you get this camera and where are you, each interview of each person will be roughly between 15 - 30 seconds long,
the video will be done as if the camera has been left somewhere in london, each person tell of how they got the camera, and where they are.
people will pick up the camera on trains, buses, people will carry it and leave it in some other place.
the film wil last roughly 5 minutes in total
the video will be done as if the camera has been left somewhere in london, each person tell of how they got the camera, and where they are.
people will pick up the camera on trains, buses, people will carry it and leave it in some other place.
the film wil last roughly 5 minutes in total
film idea: on same train, but on different planets
A man sits on a train travelling to see a old friend of his in london, he has set himself up with a dating agency, he gets talking to a young lady on his laptop that is very interesting and similar to him on the dating website.
she is on the same train as him but yet they dont know it, they talk for most of the journey, and as he is getting close to london, he asks her and aranges to make a meeting with her and they exchange numbers over the internet, since he is in london for a while and he has found out previously that she lives in london, he stands up and bumps into a young lady, he apoligies to her, lets her pass and casualy gets off the train, he thinks to himself that he would like to hear her voice.
he phones her up and after talking for about 5 minutes, he hears a tanol over the phone, and the exact same tanol is happening at the station.
he says to her " i know this is going to sound like a stupid question but are you at saint pancreas station"
the young lady slightly puzzled replies
yes but how did you know"
the man replies
" i heard the tanol on your phone as we were talking"
not paying any attention as the man is walking, he bumps into the same young lady as he did when he was on the train, he says he is sorry again and hears the echo of his own voice in his phone.
he look at this stunning young lady standing infront of him and says in a questionable tone
"claire?"
She gently replies
"mark?"
she is on the same train as him but yet they dont know it, they talk for most of the journey, and as he is getting close to london, he asks her and aranges to make a meeting with her and they exchange numbers over the internet, since he is in london for a while and he has found out previously that she lives in london, he stands up and bumps into a young lady, he apoligies to her, lets her pass and casualy gets off the train, he thinks to himself that he would like to hear her voice.
he phones her up and after talking for about 5 minutes, he hears a tanol over the phone, and the exact same tanol is happening at the station.
he says to her " i know this is going to sound like a stupid question but are you at saint pancreas station"
the young lady slightly puzzled replies
yes but how did you know"
the man replies
" i heard the tanol on your phone as we were talking"
not paying any attention as the man is walking, he bumps into the same young lady as he did when he was on the train, he says he is sorry again and hears the echo of his own voice in his phone.
he look at this stunning young lady standing infront of him and says in a questionable tone
"claire?"
She gently replies
"mark?"
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
innocent blood taken from goth.net
"Innocent Blood"
Searching for our shelter, we enter immortal tombs. The darkness surrounds me almost in contentment. I would rest if my twisted thoughts didn't keep me from slumber. Tears of blood run down my face I rub the silver cross hanging on my chest, not for any beliefs just thinking of better times. Times the sun didn't hurt my eyes, times I still felt remorse. Innocent blood spilled every night. Swathed in the evening's ebony aura. Why does my love cause me so much pain? I am strong. I am a creature of the night! Pitifully weeping for the wretched bastard who took my humanity. I refuse to sustain my bawling, fear and weakness I will not show. I try in vain for the sleep I need. We will rise again tomorrow at dusk. Not because we must, another myth, it is simply that the moon is so much more erotic and the twilight is so freeing. I can sense Fallamhain restlessness nearby. I wonder what keeps him up? I wish to search his mind, but I control myself. He would be quite angered if I did. My mind keeps twirling around thoughts and eventually I drift off to sleep but my mind doesn't rest with my body.
It was chilly. Not enough to make me shiver, but the good kind. The kind that keeps you alert and awake. Everything was so detailed, from the lines on the leaves to each glimmer on each blade of grass from the dew forming. It was so realistic; I could never forget anything about that night. The night I lost my innocence for an immortal existence, not only that but I truly lost my innocence fore thy beloved Fallamhain was an incubus. I ran through the woods my heart racing with excitement, and anxiousness. This was it I thought, I was incredibly nervous. I could feel my stomach in butterflies. I felt so sick, but couldn't wait! Here I was defying my parents, I had always been a bit rebellious for the time period, but something like this was unheard of in civilized circles. How I hated the secrecy of everything. All the scandals that went on, and the gossip yet nothing was ever really out in the open. But time to concentrate on the matter at hand,, criticizing society could come later. I came to a clearing. he should be here. Oh well I figured He was worth waiting for. I had only met Fallahmain about a week before hand. He was new to town and all the women were after him. He was about 6 foot, which was quite impressive for the time. His shoulder length black hair framed a handsome face. Such a contrast to the light ash blonde of my own. His eyes. That is what caught me at first. Staring into them was like staring into a soul beyond words, time, and any human emotion. What color where they? I don't even know, it was like every colour of the rainbow yet I couldn't identify one. He was perfect. He was above all. And tonight he would be mine. Don't get me wrong I was a girl of morals, brought up as a god-fearing resident of Rollinsford, New Hampshire. I had never done anything close to this before, but then again I had never met a young man such as Fallahmain before. I could hear the leaves rustle. I could hear my heart beating unsteadily and pounding in my chest. Out he came. I held my breath for a second; he looked better then ever like a heavenly being was emerging from those bushes not the new local boy. He wasn't a boy though, he was a man. Even at age 17 he already carried himself so well. This is the man, I thought to myself; I shall spend the rest of my life with. I smiled hardly able to contain my excitement.
"My love, I hope you weren't waiting long out here in the cold by yourself?" he said in a worried tone. "Hah, I don't think the cold will be a problem much longer" my provocative tone surprised even me. I stared into his eyes and the world outside of the two of us lost all meaning. At this point I would do anything for my darling,, anything at all. I had a rush of dizziness and fell into his arms as we kissed under the starless sky. I gasped for breath in the cold night air. Yes, I lost my innocence all right, to a total stranger.
"We," his voice rich even though his breathing was still a bit labored, "are connected now. But I love you with all my heart and wish to be with you forever. Do you feel the same?"
"Of course, a life without you is impossible to even imagine." Turning his head to me we looked at each other as he tilted my head back I lay there not thinking a thing. I could feel the word relax, sleep being pushed into my mind as if some unnatural force was there. I did what it said. Even as I glanced up to see his glorious fangs glinting from the moon's reflection I did not get up. I couldn't, inside I was scared out of my mind but my body just lay there defenseless. He drank my life. I kept trying to speak, say what was on my mind and only when he was done could I get the words out. "You feed on my hunger. Heal on my pain. Ah I am such a tortured soul, wanting you in vain. I strive for your desire, yearn for thy lust. You draw what you can from me, take what you must. I covet you greatly, my soul is thine. Your kiss sends webs of darkness crawling up my spine." The logical part of my brain wanted to fight such a great monster, but I just couldn't bring myself to lift a hand against him. Something was holding me to him, I just wanted to be with him forever. He took his fingernail and made a thin slit across his fair wrist as the blood ran down, it was like I knew what to do. Lifting my head a bit I latched on. And drank, once again drinking my life away.
"Eternal craving you bequeath unto me. We are one being now sharing a pulse, a nocturnal pulse."
And thirst for warm blood, like wine from the moon. He brings me a deer from the forest it is indescribable ecstasy.
Wanting, needing, forcing myself to feed. The scarlet energy rolls down my tongue. Dripping off my fangs. Such intoxicating a scent I can no longer control, my madness is seizing. If there was such a god I would be transported to heaven. As soon as prey dies though. I feel loneliness again. You care for me not, I think, wanting only a partner, what I feel for you can only grow stronger.
Intensity waning as the sun rises above. I can still never obtain all of your love. I can feel it. He wants me not. Then I awaken.
My dream of that night is often the same. Why? I ask myself, Why didn't I fight? If I knew then what I know now I surely would of. I thought he really did love me, I thought I was special and this would be the only way. But it wasn't it was horrible and demonic. As for those morals, long gone. I am from there line now a succubus as well. It is not the only way we feed, that would take way to long. It is just an added bonus here and there. You bring them up to heaven and then after a climax you drag them down to your own hell. I have been around long enough now that I feel there is no god, I would call myself one of Satan's horrible creatures but he doesn't exist either. I have no fledglings of my own though. I would never be so cruel. He used his powers of seduction to make me one of them. Not just kill me like the rest, I still don't know why. I wouldn't make someone think I love them that much so that they give up their mortal soul for eternal damnation so that I can just toss them aside. I shouldn't complain,, Fallahmain is good to me. But I don't need just a killing partner I need his love. For almost 300 years I have wanted it. I can feel the moon's hypnotic power, come to me child you are mine rise and be free! I step outside into the crisp night air. Sighing, which is often difficult if you have no breath such as I.
"Hey babe ready for another night destruction?" he says jokingly coming up behind me. "Don't you ever get bored," I ask.
"The same thing every night, we never have any fun. Lets make things interesting."
"And how do you propose we do that?"
"I don't know, I am just so sick and tired of the same thing. I hate this you know I do. I hate this life, my entire existence is meaningless."
"We have spoken of this Asthore. I will not have you continue on in such manner."
"Well tis your fault, how can I not blame you? I hate this and you know it."
"Stop punishing me. I made you SOMETHING. Humans are nothing; they are just there for our energy and amusement. You should thank me."
"Something indeed. Spending my life getting laid and sucking blood every night" I sarcastically comment
"Sounds good to me," he says with that adorable smile on his face I cannot resist, "now come lets go I tire of just standing around." He turned and starting walking not waiting for me to reply.
How I hate his insolence, I would have killed myself except I would miss him too much. I am so torn apart. Following him down the street I just stare at him. He really hasn't changed much at all. He is cloaked in all black from his leather pants and tall boots to the raven hair atop his head. He isn't just moving forward anymore, he has a purpose staring straight ahead. Walking quickly to catch up I ask why we aren't flying. Why should you when you could be moving freely through the sky, feeling the wind cool against your skin? It is one of the most wonderful feelings in the world. I look ahead and no longer need an answer. I see her. Cursing under his breath Fallahmain tells me to stay back, "She is here" he whispers, "the evil one is here."
"Awww why Fallahmain what took you so long. I see you have dragged this little bitch along once again."
"What are you doing here Ernesta?" Fallahmain's voice was as cold as steel and if our line was granted the power of telekinesis she would be dead on the spot.
Ernesta was his mother. His immortal mother that is, though quite attractive on the outside she was horrible inside and I hated her. Not only for what she did to my beloved, but that fact that I knew he still loved her. Her and not me. Hah it seems like the same thing happened to him except in his case she really did just toss him aside. I have met her before and she is cruel she has betrayed Fallahmain before and for that she will never be forgiven.
"Don't talk of Asthore like that, and who is that hiding behind you. A new one for you to destroy?"
"Gee Fallahmain, didn't know you were the jealous type."
I wanted to slap the condescending smile off of her beautiful face. My hate for her grows stronger every time we meet.
"This is Avery, and he is a human. Touch him and I will kill your little whore."
I just sat there staring. As hard as it was I watched my tongue, I knew she was way more powerful than I and I didn't want to cause any more trouble then there already was.
"Just hurry up," Fallahmain insisted. "What do you want?"
"Oh I am merely here to chat, catch up on old times" she replied innocently. "What? You don't trust me; think I have some hidden agenda? Honestly Fallahmain can't we just. get over the past. I've been missing you so much"
She rubbed his chest as she said this, I could see right through her. Coming on to him like this, it was beyond evil, didn't she know how much she hurt him? Couldn't she see? And the thing was she could, this is why I hated her. He just stood there I know his heart must be racing, every seductive glance, every touch cut into my heart like shards of glass.
"Come darling, lets find a place to be alone and uh. talk" She whispered so close that her lips were barely touching his as she said this. I could feel the tear run down my cheek. I turned and ran. I expected him to run after me or at least call my name, but he was to enthralled with her. After everything she's done, which we shall get into at a later time. He hates her, but he loves her. So I cry. 300 years, 300 fucking years. I let them run now. My tears I hate even them! They are not salty like humans they are blood. Blood I stole from others. Why, why can't I die? I sit on the curb sobbing. No one comes for me. No mysterious hand on my shoulder ready to save me and whisk me away from my own personal hell. No I am stuck. I have been stuck forever. How many nights have I wept over him? Over all of it, yet nothing ever changes. I should love what I am, immortal, able to fly, able to get any guy. Yeah any guy except the one I want. All right enough complaining. For the rest of the night I just kind of walk around. I don't want to think about what that evil bitch is doing to my dear Fallahmain. But I almost can't keep it out of my mind.
Fallahmain didn't mention her. A week had passed and he never said a word. I wanted so much to ask, to know. But he would have surely would have stormed off in anger had I tried. She was not a topic of conversation either of us enjoyed. He knew I was slightly pissed though. he tried to make up for it. "I brought you a surprise!"
"Oh? What is it?" I asked unenthusiastically.
He dragged in a mortal. "All ready for your enjoyment, you don't even have to go out!"
"But most of the fun is the chase."
Fallahmain sighed. "When will this stop, I am sorry. You just. you just don't understand what it is like!"
"HAH! I don't understand? ME. You don't think I know what its like to be unable to resist someone? Even though you resent them SO much you would still do anything for them? How can you be so asinine as to actually believe that?"
"Oh shit, come on Asthore! You have been acting crazy all week. I know she upsets you but really why is it so hard for you to get over?"
I was laughing and crying at the same time.
"You don't know. You really don't know that I still. I." I choked on the words. "Look, I'll be back. I need to go out for something and. we both need to cool down." I left him standing there with his prey.
I ran. I ran faster then I ever had before. I would never come back. I couldn't take the pain anymore. The farther I am from him the less I will think I about him. I kept telling myself it'd be ok; I could make it on my own. But I didn't really believe it. I was nothing without Him. I kept going until I couldn't any more. Eventually I fell asleep in a dark alley.
"Come on." A voice purred into my ear. "Wake up."
I opened my eyes to see Ernesta's face staring back. "Really child laying in the gutter like this is hardly the way to make a good impression."
"What are you doing here?" my voice a mixture of surprise and caution.
"I want to help you. Finally you have showed some sort of brain activity by leaving him. Honestly you pine away for a man who obviously doesn't want you. Its pathetic really."
"Then why do you keep going back to him?"
"Hah! Please, he is merely for my amusement. He is just as pitiful as you my dear. And I do so enjoy how he is mesmerized by me." She said grinning. "Now stop it! Wipe that somber look off of your face. So I fucked him? Who cares! You shouldn't. He is not all that good in bed and it's just sex anyway."
"Look, I don't really understand your full nature for being here, but it certainly isn't helping. Please just leave." I didn't even attempt to keep the annoyance out of my voice.
"Fine, will do. I shall leave you here wallowing in your own self-pity. I just thought you would want revenge." Ernesta sighed she could tell I was on the verge of tears. " Alright I can at least make him want you. But it is your choice. Later"
Now this peaked my interest. "Wait! What. do I have to do?"
"Hahaha I knew you'd see things my way. You don't have to do a damn thing just follow, and leave it up to me. Oh! And stop that god awful crying I despise it so, learn how to be strong on your own. You are so miserable it's utterly despicable. Now let's go." Burgundy lips smiling and flipping her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder she strode off.
I didn't follow. I couldn't. He could never want me. Even a blonde devil such as her couldn't help. I felt a tap on my shoulder pivoting I saw a girl, about 14 years of age and deep auburn hair surrounding small shoulders. "Please miss, make me one of you." I was shocked, how did she know?
"Have you been watching me?" My anger rose, whom did she think she was coming up to me requesting such a gift. "Maybe I should kill you for asking such a thing."
"No, please. I want you, I want to BE you."
. I chuckled in response. "Child, no one wants to be a creature as pitiful as myself. Now go away now before I slice your flesh open and lap up the blood that drains."
"But. you are beautiful. I have seen what you are and I want to accompany you. My life means nothing. Kill me if you wish, I will certainly kill myself anyways. My only salvation from eternal suffering would be the immortality you could bestow upon me."
"HAH! Salvation? Is that what you want? Trust me child, you will be better off with a knife at your wrist."
"I want the fangs at my neck now do it!"
My mouth hung open. What an insolent disrespectful being, attempting to order me around. The tone in her voice showed me she wasn't afraid of anything I would do to her anyways.
"And why exactly would I want to do this?"
"Oh come on. You need a fledgling. Stop thinking about that guy and immerse yourself in a prodigy of your own." That I did. For such a small girl, she sure took a lot out of me.
"I want some more."
"There will be time for that later, you already have enough to make the transformation complete."
The next 13 years were spent teaching her all the ways of the night. I loved my darling Rose. Such a beauty she was, and I spent every waking moment making my daughter happy. She kept my mind off of Fallahmain. but there were still mornings I cried myself to sleep. Everything was wonderful besides that though. I was thoroughly engrossed with her. I loved her with all my heart, and that love was returned 3 fold. Yes, it was all perfect. until the day my world crashed down again.
I awoke with a cold sweat; I couldn't feel my daughter's aura. Maybe she stepped out? Yes, that must be it I convinced myself. She would never leave without telling me though. Rising up I sniffed the air. what was that familiar scent. ERNESTA! I started to panic. No, I thought, NO! If she touches her there will certainly be hell to pay. I was getting dizzy. SHE TAKES THE ONE I LOVE AGAIN! That evil bitch shall taste my wrath. I immediately follow the scent. I am more focused then ever before. I run into an old abandoned warehouse. Inside it is dark and musty. The whole place reeks of rotting flesh. I have no doubt many a prisoner of hers has been left for dead in here.
"Ah, I knew you would arrive soon enough!"
A voice shouts from the dark rafters above. A low-pitched growl escapes my throat.
"You couldn't give her the guidance she needs. Look at you." A boisterous laugh leaves her dainty lips. "She will be just as weak as you."
"What have you done with her? What will you do?"
"She is safe, for now. Either I will keep her as my own and actually make something of her. Or at my will she will be disposed of. I haven't decided which."
"W...why would you do this to me?"
"The pure pleasure it gives me to watch you suffer. I tried to help and you just didn't give enough effort, you are nothing. And you deserve all the pain you get Asthore. You are nothing more than a feeble little worm whose time I would rather not bother myself with. She is mine now. Give up. You always do in the end anyway. You loved him so much? Then why didn't you go after him?"
" You told me not to!"
"I didn't think he was worth anything. In fact he isn't. But if I loved someone so much I would stop at nothing until I got them. Now of course that would never happen to me. I mean c'mon, I am irresistible." A snotty smile covered the flawless face. "Anything I want, I get."
"Damn you Ernesta, never shall you be forgiven for this sin. I will find her, I will get him and together we shall make YOU suffer!"
With that resolution I was off. I could hear her hysterical laughter behind me, I paid it no heed though. This time I followed Rose's scent.
Approaching a graveyard I could hear a faint trickle. Rose's aura was stronger than ever, I knew she must be here. Stepping amongst the graves I made my way to the Mausoleum. My boots clacking against the ground I entered. A wave of rotting flesh and the potent smell of death came over me. I started to get nauseous. My poor daughter was stuck in here. Walking a little farther, I saw her around the corner. Rounding it I could see blood dripping from an open wound on her arm onto the stone floor. Her head was down, but I could see the gag and the ropes around her wrists. Why hadn't she just escaped? Seeing my daughter look so weak and helpless broke my heart. Suddenly a strong grip was around my neck. I could feel the heavy breathing of no doubt one of Ernesta's minions, a vampire who was much stronger than I. I wasn't a trained fighter; Fallahmain had usually done that stuff. I mean don't get me wrong I certainly could hold my own, especially against a human. But this guy was huge and Ernesta only used the best.
I felt a pair of lips brush the back of my neck.
"Let her go." A soft voice said.
I couldn't move. I recognized that voice it was Fallahmain. I then heard Ernesta's obnoxious voice.
"Oh, woops! Did I forget to tell you the best part? Oh well no matter, I will just tell you now. Fallahmain and I have rekindled our little friendship. Especially after you left, he missed you a bit but it was nothing I couldn't take care of."
Turning I saw his face, I wanted to say something but the words caught in my throat. I hadn't seen him in years; he was of course still the same, lovely as ever. I didn't know what to do. My first reaction was to run up and hold him in my arms, but then I wanted to murder him. He was working with her, back with Ernesta. He helped betray me no doubt, and I could never be with him again as long as she was around. I was just standing there with my mouth open.
"F...Fallahmain." I barely got it out.
His eyes were cold, I had never seen him like this. She changed him. But oh how I still wanted him.
"Please, take me back. you me and Rose we can be happy together. Like a little family."
"Hah! I'm sorry but I can't keep from chuckling, you actually want me to go with you? And leave my beautiful Ernesta. for you?" Laughing he shook his head. "She is right you are nothing, and to think I actually missed you. Actually wanted to search for you. And for a moment I even thought I loved you, and had to find you. Night after night I searched. 'Oh no! I made a mistake!'" he laughed some more "'She is all I really need!' But then Ernesta found me, and made me see how wrong I had been. I couldn't love you. You are nothing. And you have always been nothing".
Weeping I fell to my knees, this was too much. First seeing my poor daughter all tied up, then hearing this.
"I know! Dear god I know I am nothing, please I love you."
"This is way to much fun!" Ernesta cut in smiling. "I know what to do next. Minions go and hold her! You wretched little bitch, you think you know pain? Why not watch your poor dear suffer some more?"
"What are you going to--" One of the men put his arm in front of my mouth.
"No stop," Ernesta ordered. " I want to hear her shriek"
"You are truly wicked." I said through gritted teeth.
"Haha, did you except any different?"
I didn't answer. They held me fast and I couldn't move. I watched her walk up to Rose, my fear rose what would she do? Ernesta pulled out a long silver instrument. She walked behind rose and grabbed her hair pulling her head back. Removing the gag she stuck her hand in her mouth grabbing her top row of teeth.
"Get ready to scream bitch!" She took whatever was in her hand and latched onto her left fang.
"Nooo!" I yelled, "You can't! She won't be able to feed!" Evil laughter came from Ernesta. "Fallahmain, you can't let her do this, please."
"Hush!" he commanded.
"God please, my love don't let her, don't let her. You said you thought you made a mistake. You said that you felt you loved me and she stopped you. Its not real, you CAN love me it is all just an illusion she put up. She doesn't care about anyone. please. I can. no I will give you anything. You deserve the best, She is shit compared to you. I'm not worthy of you but I would NEVER hurt you, never do anything against you. God Fallahmain I beg you, help me and leave her."
"Quiet you little Harlot, stop talking to him!" Ernesta shouted.
"No, NO!" I started shaking. With one quick yank she pulled out her fang. Rose yelped. Blood started pouring out through her lips. And she was crying, the blood from her eyes mixed with that from her mouth.
"NOOOO!" my anguished cry combined with Rose's screams of pain. She jerked her head back again.
"God, stop, please Fallahmain!" He ran towards her and tried to grab Ernesta's arm.
"God?" she asked smirking, "where is your fucking savior now!" And with another violent twist she wrenched the other one out of her gums."
"OH GOD!" I screamed. Rose's head dangled down, she was running out of blood and without her fangs how could she feed? Fallahmain slapped Ernesta and rushed to my side. Holding me, we rocked back and forth.
"Asthore, I...I am so sorry. Don't worry we can help her. You know, knives draw blood and until she gains enough strength to do so on her own we can get blood for her, and feed it to her."
"What kind of life for a vampire is that, needing a blade to do a fangs job? It is too late anyway."
"I tried. I couldn't stop her."
"You didn't try, you didn't do anything! You ran to late, you shouldn't have been to late. I truly hate you for letting her do this. I hate you for everything!" I let it all out. "All these years all I wanted was you!" I continued screaming as the tears blurred my vision. "I've cried so many nights! I would have given anything for you, anything. I gave you everything, my heart, my soul, my body. You hurt me more than you could ever imagine. I thought. you loved me." My voice slowly got softer, "I thought you wanted me. But you didn't. You were just lonely, well I've been lonely for over 300 years."
"I do love you! I know it is no excuse but she blinded me."
"Come my darling, leave this pitiful wreck to herself" Ernesta said.
"Oh my beautiful, precious liar. I will never follow you again. My heart belongs to Asthore, it has always been there and I never saw it."
"You must be joking me. You're leaving me for her! This is SUCH a load of shit, whatever I am out. Fuck you guys, I am leaving."
"Ernesta wait a second." I said quickly, "You forgot something."
"Oh?"
I went right up to her. "Oh yes". Taking my nails I forced them through her skin, into her chest. She lurched forward gagging. I grabbed her heart and pulled it out. "This is for breaking mine!" And I gripped it hard and fast. I shoved it in her face and watched her drop to the ground. I ran over to Rose, who was long gone. I grabbed her lifeless body and took it to our lair, Fallahmain following close behind. I didn't cry anymore. I had run out of tears.
"Will you bury her?" he asked.
"No, she is to beautiful to have maggots and such crawling over her."
"Then what are you to do?"
"I shall burn her, and throw her ashes in the wind over the garden out back. My sweet and delicate rose, forever to be with the flowers that match her beauty."
"I am so sorry Asthore."
"I know you are, I know." My voice was sober.
Ernesta was dead. Fallahmain and I could finally be in peace. Our love was never to be broken, and though I missed my darling daughter, it was how things were meant to be. We stayed in the same place, and when I go out and sit in the garden and can still hear the soft whispers of the past, my memories. I rub the silver cross hanging at my chest. Thinking of better times. Times the sun didn't hurt my eyes. Times I still felt remorse. So much innocent blood spilled.
Searching for our shelter, we enter immortal tombs. The darkness surrounds me almost in contentment. I would rest if my twisted thoughts didn't keep me from slumber. Tears of blood run down my face I rub the silver cross hanging on my chest, not for any beliefs just thinking of better times. Times the sun didn't hurt my eyes, times I still felt remorse. Innocent blood spilled every night. Swathed in the evening's ebony aura. Why does my love cause me so much pain? I am strong. I am a creature of the night! Pitifully weeping for the wretched bastard who took my humanity. I refuse to sustain my bawling, fear and weakness I will not show. I try in vain for the sleep I need. We will rise again tomorrow at dusk. Not because we must, another myth, it is simply that the moon is so much more erotic and the twilight is so freeing. I can sense Fallamhain restlessness nearby. I wonder what keeps him up? I wish to search his mind, but I control myself. He would be quite angered if I did. My mind keeps twirling around thoughts and eventually I drift off to sleep but my mind doesn't rest with my body.
It was chilly. Not enough to make me shiver, but the good kind. The kind that keeps you alert and awake. Everything was so detailed, from the lines on the leaves to each glimmer on each blade of grass from the dew forming. It was so realistic; I could never forget anything about that night. The night I lost my innocence for an immortal existence, not only that but I truly lost my innocence fore thy beloved Fallamhain was an incubus. I ran through the woods my heart racing with excitement, and anxiousness. This was it I thought, I was incredibly nervous. I could feel my stomach in butterflies. I felt so sick, but couldn't wait! Here I was defying my parents, I had always been a bit rebellious for the time period, but something like this was unheard of in civilized circles. How I hated the secrecy of everything. All the scandals that went on, and the gossip yet nothing was ever really out in the open. But time to concentrate on the matter at hand,, criticizing society could come later. I came to a clearing. he should be here. Oh well I figured He was worth waiting for. I had only met Fallahmain about a week before hand. He was new to town and all the women were after him. He was about 6 foot, which was quite impressive for the time. His shoulder length black hair framed a handsome face. Such a contrast to the light ash blonde of my own. His eyes. That is what caught me at first. Staring into them was like staring into a soul beyond words, time, and any human emotion. What color where they? I don't even know, it was like every colour of the rainbow yet I couldn't identify one. He was perfect. He was above all. And tonight he would be mine. Don't get me wrong I was a girl of morals, brought up as a god-fearing resident of Rollinsford, New Hampshire. I had never done anything close to this before, but then again I had never met a young man such as Fallahmain before. I could hear the leaves rustle. I could hear my heart beating unsteadily and pounding in my chest. Out he came. I held my breath for a second; he looked better then ever like a heavenly being was emerging from those bushes not the new local boy. He wasn't a boy though, he was a man. Even at age 17 he already carried himself so well. This is the man, I thought to myself; I shall spend the rest of my life with. I smiled hardly able to contain my excitement.
"My love, I hope you weren't waiting long out here in the cold by yourself?" he said in a worried tone. "Hah, I don't think the cold will be a problem much longer" my provocative tone surprised even me. I stared into his eyes and the world outside of the two of us lost all meaning. At this point I would do anything for my darling,, anything at all. I had a rush of dizziness and fell into his arms as we kissed under the starless sky. I gasped for breath in the cold night air. Yes, I lost my innocence all right, to a total stranger.
"We," his voice rich even though his breathing was still a bit labored, "are connected now. But I love you with all my heart and wish to be with you forever. Do you feel the same?"
"Of course, a life without you is impossible to even imagine." Turning his head to me we looked at each other as he tilted my head back I lay there not thinking a thing. I could feel the word relax, sleep being pushed into my mind as if some unnatural force was there. I did what it said. Even as I glanced up to see his glorious fangs glinting from the moon's reflection I did not get up. I couldn't, inside I was scared out of my mind but my body just lay there defenseless. He drank my life. I kept trying to speak, say what was on my mind and only when he was done could I get the words out. "You feed on my hunger. Heal on my pain. Ah I am such a tortured soul, wanting you in vain. I strive for your desire, yearn for thy lust. You draw what you can from me, take what you must. I covet you greatly, my soul is thine. Your kiss sends webs of darkness crawling up my spine." The logical part of my brain wanted to fight such a great monster, but I just couldn't bring myself to lift a hand against him. Something was holding me to him, I just wanted to be with him forever. He took his fingernail and made a thin slit across his fair wrist as the blood ran down, it was like I knew what to do. Lifting my head a bit I latched on. And drank, once again drinking my life away.
"Eternal craving you bequeath unto me. We are one being now sharing a pulse, a nocturnal pulse."
And thirst for warm blood, like wine from the moon. He brings me a deer from the forest it is indescribable ecstasy.
Wanting, needing, forcing myself to feed. The scarlet energy rolls down my tongue. Dripping off my fangs. Such intoxicating a scent I can no longer control, my madness is seizing. If there was such a god I would be transported to heaven. As soon as prey dies though. I feel loneliness again. You care for me not, I think, wanting only a partner, what I feel for you can only grow stronger.
Intensity waning as the sun rises above. I can still never obtain all of your love. I can feel it. He wants me not. Then I awaken.
My dream of that night is often the same. Why? I ask myself, Why didn't I fight? If I knew then what I know now I surely would of. I thought he really did love me, I thought I was special and this would be the only way. But it wasn't it was horrible and demonic. As for those morals, long gone. I am from there line now a succubus as well. It is not the only way we feed, that would take way to long. It is just an added bonus here and there. You bring them up to heaven and then after a climax you drag them down to your own hell. I have been around long enough now that I feel there is no god, I would call myself one of Satan's horrible creatures but he doesn't exist either. I have no fledglings of my own though. I would never be so cruel. He used his powers of seduction to make me one of them. Not just kill me like the rest, I still don't know why. I wouldn't make someone think I love them that much so that they give up their mortal soul for eternal damnation so that I can just toss them aside. I shouldn't complain,, Fallahmain is good to me. But I don't need just a killing partner I need his love. For almost 300 years I have wanted it. I can feel the moon's hypnotic power, come to me child you are mine rise and be free! I step outside into the crisp night air. Sighing, which is often difficult if you have no breath such as I.
"Hey babe ready for another night destruction?" he says jokingly coming up behind me. "Don't you ever get bored," I ask.
"The same thing every night, we never have any fun. Lets make things interesting."
"And how do you propose we do that?"
"I don't know, I am just so sick and tired of the same thing. I hate this you know I do. I hate this life, my entire existence is meaningless."
"We have spoken of this Asthore. I will not have you continue on in such manner."
"Well tis your fault, how can I not blame you? I hate this and you know it."
"Stop punishing me. I made you SOMETHING. Humans are nothing; they are just there for our energy and amusement. You should thank me."
"Something indeed. Spending my life getting laid and sucking blood every night" I sarcastically comment
"Sounds good to me," he says with that adorable smile on his face I cannot resist, "now come lets go I tire of just standing around." He turned and starting walking not waiting for me to reply.
How I hate his insolence, I would have killed myself except I would miss him too much. I am so torn apart. Following him down the street I just stare at him. He really hasn't changed much at all. He is cloaked in all black from his leather pants and tall boots to the raven hair atop his head. He isn't just moving forward anymore, he has a purpose staring straight ahead. Walking quickly to catch up I ask why we aren't flying. Why should you when you could be moving freely through the sky, feeling the wind cool against your skin? It is one of the most wonderful feelings in the world. I look ahead and no longer need an answer. I see her. Cursing under his breath Fallahmain tells me to stay back, "She is here" he whispers, "the evil one is here."
"Awww why Fallahmain what took you so long. I see you have dragged this little bitch along once again."
"What are you doing here Ernesta?" Fallahmain's voice was as cold as steel and if our line was granted the power of telekinesis she would be dead on the spot.
Ernesta was his mother. His immortal mother that is, though quite attractive on the outside she was horrible inside and I hated her. Not only for what she did to my beloved, but that fact that I knew he still loved her. Her and not me. Hah it seems like the same thing happened to him except in his case she really did just toss him aside. I have met her before and she is cruel she has betrayed Fallahmain before and for that she will never be forgiven.
"Don't talk of Asthore like that, and who is that hiding behind you. A new one for you to destroy?"
"Gee Fallahmain, didn't know you were the jealous type."
I wanted to slap the condescending smile off of her beautiful face. My hate for her grows stronger every time we meet.
"This is Avery, and he is a human. Touch him and I will kill your little whore."
I just sat there staring. As hard as it was I watched my tongue, I knew she was way more powerful than I and I didn't want to cause any more trouble then there already was.
"Just hurry up," Fallahmain insisted. "What do you want?"
"Oh I am merely here to chat, catch up on old times" she replied innocently. "What? You don't trust me; think I have some hidden agenda? Honestly Fallahmain can't we just. get over the past. I've been missing you so much"
She rubbed his chest as she said this, I could see right through her. Coming on to him like this, it was beyond evil, didn't she know how much she hurt him? Couldn't she see? And the thing was she could, this is why I hated her. He just stood there I know his heart must be racing, every seductive glance, every touch cut into my heart like shards of glass.
"Come darling, lets find a place to be alone and uh. talk" She whispered so close that her lips were barely touching his as she said this. I could feel the tear run down my cheek. I turned and ran. I expected him to run after me or at least call my name, but he was to enthralled with her. After everything she's done, which we shall get into at a later time. He hates her, but he loves her. So I cry. 300 years, 300 fucking years. I let them run now. My tears I hate even them! They are not salty like humans they are blood. Blood I stole from others. Why, why can't I die? I sit on the curb sobbing. No one comes for me. No mysterious hand on my shoulder ready to save me and whisk me away from my own personal hell. No I am stuck. I have been stuck forever. How many nights have I wept over him? Over all of it, yet nothing ever changes. I should love what I am, immortal, able to fly, able to get any guy. Yeah any guy except the one I want. All right enough complaining. For the rest of the night I just kind of walk around. I don't want to think about what that evil bitch is doing to my dear Fallahmain. But I almost can't keep it out of my mind.
Fallahmain didn't mention her. A week had passed and he never said a word. I wanted so much to ask, to know. But he would have surely would have stormed off in anger had I tried. She was not a topic of conversation either of us enjoyed. He knew I was slightly pissed though. he tried to make up for it. "I brought you a surprise!"
"Oh? What is it?" I asked unenthusiastically.
He dragged in a mortal. "All ready for your enjoyment, you don't even have to go out!"
"But most of the fun is the chase."
Fallahmain sighed. "When will this stop, I am sorry. You just. you just don't understand what it is like!"
"HAH! I don't understand? ME. You don't think I know what its like to be unable to resist someone? Even though you resent them SO much you would still do anything for them? How can you be so asinine as to actually believe that?"
"Oh shit, come on Asthore! You have been acting crazy all week. I know she upsets you but really why is it so hard for you to get over?"
I was laughing and crying at the same time.
"You don't know. You really don't know that I still. I." I choked on the words. "Look, I'll be back. I need to go out for something and. we both need to cool down." I left him standing there with his prey.
I ran. I ran faster then I ever had before. I would never come back. I couldn't take the pain anymore. The farther I am from him the less I will think I about him. I kept telling myself it'd be ok; I could make it on my own. But I didn't really believe it. I was nothing without Him. I kept going until I couldn't any more. Eventually I fell asleep in a dark alley.
"Come on." A voice purred into my ear. "Wake up."
I opened my eyes to see Ernesta's face staring back. "Really child laying in the gutter like this is hardly the way to make a good impression."
"What are you doing here?" my voice a mixture of surprise and caution.
"I want to help you. Finally you have showed some sort of brain activity by leaving him. Honestly you pine away for a man who obviously doesn't want you. Its pathetic really."
"Then why do you keep going back to him?"
"Hah! Please, he is merely for my amusement. He is just as pitiful as you my dear. And I do so enjoy how he is mesmerized by me." She said grinning. "Now stop it! Wipe that somber look off of your face. So I fucked him? Who cares! You shouldn't. He is not all that good in bed and it's just sex anyway."
"Look, I don't really understand your full nature for being here, but it certainly isn't helping. Please just leave." I didn't even attempt to keep the annoyance out of my voice.
"Fine, will do. I shall leave you here wallowing in your own self-pity. I just thought you would want revenge." Ernesta sighed she could tell I was on the verge of tears. " Alright I can at least make him want you. But it is your choice. Later"
Now this peaked my interest. "Wait! What. do I have to do?"
"Hahaha I knew you'd see things my way. You don't have to do a damn thing just follow, and leave it up to me. Oh! And stop that god awful crying I despise it so, learn how to be strong on your own. You are so miserable it's utterly despicable. Now let's go." Burgundy lips smiling and flipping her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder she strode off.
I didn't follow. I couldn't. He could never want me. Even a blonde devil such as her couldn't help. I felt a tap on my shoulder pivoting I saw a girl, about 14 years of age and deep auburn hair surrounding small shoulders. "Please miss, make me one of you." I was shocked, how did she know?
"Have you been watching me?" My anger rose, whom did she think she was coming up to me requesting such a gift. "Maybe I should kill you for asking such a thing."
"No, please. I want you, I want to BE you."
. I chuckled in response. "Child, no one wants to be a creature as pitiful as myself. Now go away now before I slice your flesh open and lap up the blood that drains."
"But. you are beautiful. I have seen what you are and I want to accompany you. My life means nothing. Kill me if you wish, I will certainly kill myself anyways. My only salvation from eternal suffering would be the immortality you could bestow upon me."
"HAH! Salvation? Is that what you want? Trust me child, you will be better off with a knife at your wrist."
"I want the fangs at my neck now do it!"
My mouth hung open. What an insolent disrespectful being, attempting to order me around. The tone in her voice showed me she wasn't afraid of anything I would do to her anyways.
"And why exactly would I want to do this?"
"Oh come on. You need a fledgling. Stop thinking about that guy and immerse yourself in a prodigy of your own." That I did. For such a small girl, she sure took a lot out of me.
"I want some more."
"There will be time for that later, you already have enough to make the transformation complete."
The next 13 years were spent teaching her all the ways of the night. I loved my darling Rose. Such a beauty she was, and I spent every waking moment making my daughter happy. She kept my mind off of Fallahmain. but there were still mornings I cried myself to sleep. Everything was wonderful besides that though. I was thoroughly engrossed with her. I loved her with all my heart, and that love was returned 3 fold. Yes, it was all perfect. until the day my world crashed down again.
I awoke with a cold sweat; I couldn't feel my daughter's aura. Maybe she stepped out? Yes, that must be it I convinced myself. She would never leave without telling me though. Rising up I sniffed the air. what was that familiar scent. ERNESTA! I started to panic. No, I thought, NO! If she touches her there will certainly be hell to pay. I was getting dizzy. SHE TAKES THE ONE I LOVE AGAIN! That evil bitch shall taste my wrath. I immediately follow the scent. I am more focused then ever before. I run into an old abandoned warehouse. Inside it is dark and musty. The whole place reeks of rotting flesh. I have no doubt many a prisoner of hers has been left for dead in here.
"Ah, I knew you would arrive soon enough!"
A voice shouts from the dark rafters above. A low-pitched growl escapes my throat.
"You couldn't give her the guidance she needs. Look at you." A boisterous laugh leaves her dainty lips. "She will be just as weak as you."
"What have you done with her? What will you do?"
"She is safe, for now. Either I will keep her as my own and actually make something of her. Or at my will she will be disposed of. I haven't decided which."
"W...why would you do this to me?"
"The pure pleasure it gives me to watch you suffer. I tried to help and you just didn't give enough effort, you are nothing. And you deserve all the pain you get Asthore. You are nothing more than a feeble little worm whose time I would rather not bother myself with. She is mine now. Give up. You always do in the end anyway. You loved him so much? Then why didn't you go after him?"
" You told me not to!"
"I didn't think he was worth anything. In fact he isn't. But if I loved someone so much I would stop at nothing until I got them. Now of course that would never happen to me. I mean c'mon, I am irresistible." A snotty smile covered the flawless face. "Anything I want, I get."
"Damn you Ernesta, never shall you be forgiven for this sin. I will find her, I will get him and together we shall make YOU suffer!"
With that resolution I was off. I could hear her hysterical laughter behind me, I paid it no heed though. This time I followed Rose's scent.
Approaching a graveyard I could hear a faint trickle. Rose's aura was stronger than ever, I knew she must be here. Stepping amongst the graves I made my way to the Mausoleum. My boots clacking against the ground I entered. A wave of rotting flesh and the potent smell of death came over me. I started to get nauseous. My poor daughter was stuck in here. Walking a little farther, I saw her around the corner. Rounding it I could see blood dripping from an open wound on her arm onto the stone floor. Her head was down, but I could see the gag and the ropes around her wrists. Why hadn't she just escaped? Seeing my daughter look so weak and helpless broke my heart. Suddenly a strong grip was around my neck. I could feel the heavy breathing of no doubt one of Ernesta's minions, a vampire who was much stronger than I. I wasn't a trained fighter; Fallahmain had usually done that stuff. I mean don't get me wrong I certainly could hold my own, especially against a human. But this guy was huge and Ernesta only used the best.
I felt a pair of lips brush the back of my neck.
"Let her go." A soft voice said.
I couldn't move. I recognized that voice it was Fallahmain. I then heard Ernesta's obnoxious voice.
"Oh, woops! Did I forget to tell you the best part? Oh well no matter, I will just tell you now. Fallahmain and I have rekindled our little friendship. Especially after you left, he missed you a bit but it was nothing I couldn't take care of."
Turning I saw his face, I wanted to say something but the words caught in my throat. I hadn't seen him in years; he was of course still the same, lovely as ever. I didn't know what to do. My first reaction was to run up and hold him in my arms, but then I wanted to murder him. He was working with her, back with Ernesta. He helped betray me no doubt, and I could never be with him again as long as she was around. I was just standing there with my mouth open.
"F...Fallahmain." I barely got it out.
His eyes were cold, I had never seen him like this. She changed him. But oh how I still wanted him.
"Please, take me back. you me and Rose we can be happy together. Like a little family."
"Hah! I'm sorry but I can't keep from chuckling, you actually want me to go with you? And leave my beautiful Ernesta. for you?" Laughing he shook his head. "She is right you are nothing, and to think I actually missed you. Actually wanted to search for you. And for a moment I even thought I loved you, and had to find you. Night after night I searched. 'Oh no! I made a mistake!'" he laughed some more "'She is all I really need!' But then Ernesta found me, and made me see how wrong I had been. I couldn't love you. You are nothing. And you have always been nothing".
Weeping I fell to my knees, this was too much. First seeing my poor daughter all tied up, then hearing this.
"I know! Dear god I know I am nothing, please I love you."
"This is way to much fun!" Ernesta cut in smiling. "I know what to do next. Minions go and hold her! You wretched little bitch, you think you know pain? Why not watch your poor dear suffer some more?"
"What are you going to--" One of the men put his arm in front of my mouth.
"No stop," Ernesta ordered. " I want to hear her shriek"
"You are truly wicked." I said through gritted teeth.
"Haha, did you except any different?"
I didn't answer. They held me fast and I couldn't move. I watched her walk up to Rose, my fear rose what would she do? Ernesta pulled out a long silver instrument. She walked behind rose and grabbed her hair pulling her head back. Removing the gag she stuck her hand in her mouth grabbing her top row of teeth.
"Get ready to scream bitch!" She took whatever was in her hand and latched onto her left fang.
"Nooo!" I yelled, "You can't! She won't be able to feed!" Evil laughter came from Ernesta. "Fallahmain, you can't let her do this, please."
"Hush!" he commanded.
"God please, my love don't let her, don't let her. You said you thought you made a mistake. You said that you felt you loved me and she stopped you. Its not real, you CAN love me it is all just an illusion she put up. She doesn't care about anyone. please. I can. no I will give you anything. You deserve the best, She is shit compared to you. I'm not worthy of you but I would NEVER hurt you, never do anything against you. God Fallahmain I beg you, help me and leave her."
"Quiet you little Harlot, stop talking to him!" Ernesta shouted.
"No, NO!" I started shaking. With one quick yank she pulled out her fang. Rose yelped. Blood started pouring out through her lips. And she was crying, the blood from her eyes mixed with that from her mouth.
"NOOOO!" my anguished cry combined with Rose's screams of pain. She jerked her head back again.
"God, stop, please Fallahmain!" He ran towards her and tried to grab Ernesta's arm.
"God?" she asked smirking, "where is your fucking savior now!" And with another violent twist she wrenched the other one out of her gums."
"OH GOD!" I screamed. Rose's head dangled down, she was running out of blood and without her fangs how could she feed? Fallahmain slapped Ernesta and rushed to my side. Holding me, we rocked back and forth.
"Asthore, I...I am so sorry. Don't worry we can help her. You know, knives draw blood and until she gains enough strength to do so on her own we can get blood for her, and feed it to her."
"What kind of life for a vampire is that, needing a blade to do a fangs job? It is too late anyway."
"I tried. I couldn't stop her."
"You didn't try, you didn't do anything! You ran to late, you shouldn't have been to late. I truly hate you for letting her do this. I hate you for everything!" I let it all out. "All these years all I wanted was you!" I continued screaming as the tears blurred my vision. "I've cried so many nights! I would have given anything for you, anything. I gave you everything, my heart, my soul, my body. You hurt me more than you could ever imagine. I thought. you loved me." My voice slowly got softer, "I thought you wanted me. But you didn't. You were just lonely, well I've been lonely for over 300 years."
"I do love you! I know it is no excuse but she blinded me."
"Come my darling, leave this pitiful wreck to herself" Ernesta said.
"Oh my beautiful, precious liar. I will never follow you again. My heart belongs to Asthore, it has always been there and I never saw it."
"You must be joking me. You're leaving me for her! This is SUCH a load of shit, whatever I am out. Fuck you guys, I am leaving."
"Ernesta wait a second." I said quickly, "You forgot something."
"Oh?"
I went right up to her. "Oh yes". Taking my nails I forced them through her skin, into her chest. She lurched forward gagging. I grabbed her heart and pulled it out. "This is for breaking mine!" And I gripped it hard and fast. I shoved it in her face and watched her drop to the ground. I ran over to Rose, who was long gone. I grabbed her lifeless body and took it to our lair, Fallahmain following close behind. I didn't cry anymore. I had run out of tears.
"Will you bury her?" he asked.
"No, she is to beautiful to have maggots and such crawling over her."
"Then what are you to do?"
"I shall burn her, and throw her ashes in the wind over the garden out back. My sweet and delicate rose, forever to be with the flowers that match her beauty."
"I am so sorry Asthore."
"I know you are, I know." My voice was sober.
Ernesta was dead. Fallahmain and I could finally be in peace. Our love was never to be broken, and though I missed my darling daughter, it was how things were meant to be. We stayed in the same place, and when I go out and sit in the garden and can still hear the soft whispers of the past, my memories. I rub the silver cross hanging at my chest. Thinking of better times. Times the sun didn't hurt my eyes. Times I still felt remorse. So much innocent blood spilled.
Stairway taken from goth.net
"Stairway" taken from Goth.net
I stood on a platform of ancient, rotting wood. It was poorly built and its weak joints creaked under my weight. Supported by unseen forces, it seemed to be suspended in air. All around me was a room of brilliant white. I could not guess its size because the walls lacked perceivable depth. It was both infinitely large and suffocatingly small. The walls were of such purity that I could not see where one ended and the other began. It gave the impression of being perfectly round.
Below me lay what I can only describe as a deep chasm. The white that dominated the room sunk into consuming darkness. I had an instinctual feeling that the abysmal depths of this void knew no end. To fall into it would be certain death. For though I could see no bottom, I knew it must come. I stood transfixed by the sight of this Stygian pit. To me it seemed the perfect counterbalance to the rest of the room. I imagined it was slowly pulling the white walls into it and transforming them to utter black. I averted my eyes and looked to the other edge of the platform. They rested upon a set of stairs leading to a landing above me. They seemed of solid construction as they were made of dense stone and mortar. The landing above was made of the same material and was much more sturdy than my own feeble resting position.
On the side of the landing farthest from me was a door made of a rich and heavy wood. It was finished so that its smooth surface had the reflective quality of glass. Its handle was gilded in gold and shone dully. The platform began to shudder and crumble. Hastily I crossed it and climbed the first stair. As I did so I watched the platform disintegrate and its particles tumble into the pit. I never heard the pieces hit the bottom, and I was now sure that its bottom lay very far below. Feeling I had no other place to go, I began to ascend the rest of the stairs. The climb was difficult, but I managed it with relative ease. I felt no worse afterwards than I had before, but I took a moment to catch my breath. I moved to the door and had an inkling that behind it was an escape from this odd place. My curiosity being aroused, I pulled the door open. Its hinges groaned audibly, but it still opened easily. I looked through the door frame and was puzzled at the sight of another flight of stairs. This set was much steeper and was constructed of perforated metal similar to that found on a ship. This flight looked much longer and I realized it would be considerably more difficult to climb.
Far above was another landing similar to the one I stood on. It looked identical in every aspect except that a door of much greater beauty stood on it. It was made of beautiful black marble and its handle was inlaid with jade and ivory.
After I had taken a brief respite to compose myself for the ensuing climb, I began to make my way steadily up. After a short time my breathing became strained and I perspired freely. The muscles in my legs ached dully and it took concentrated effort to keep moving. In order to distract my mind I began to dream of what was behind this door. I imagined a palace beautifully decorated from top to bottom. In my mind I created comfortable chairs and couches on which to rest my increasingly weary body. I believed that would be my reward for this test of will and stamina. About three-quarters of the way up I was forced to stop and take a break. My breath came in ragged gulps and it felt as though a wet rag had been placed over my mouth and nose. No matter how hard my burning lungs worked I could not assure myself an adequate supply of oxygen. I sat down on the steps and allowed myself to slowly resume normal operation. Feeling somewhat refreshed I struggled up the remaining distance. I was forced to move slowly and with great effort. At each step my weight shifted backwards as though I would slip. I was constantly fighting to maintain equilibrium and not tumble down from where I had come. I reached the landing and with an unexpected surge of energy I moved to the door. Under normal circumstances I would have been captivated with its beauty and stopped to examine it closely, but I had an insatiable desire to discover the secrets that lay within. This door was much heavier than the previous due to the fact that it was made of solid marble. As I forced it open I slowly sank to my knees and collapsed on the floor in a heap. More Stairs.
From where I lay I could see that this would be the hardest climb yet. The stairs were much taller and steeper than any I had ever seen. Each one was at least chest high and made of thin wood held loosely together by only nails. I could see that it would be an exhausting and treacherous climb. I could not see past the first few steps, so I did not know where they would lead me. I desperately hoped this would be the last flight and at its end would be the reward I so desired. My ravaged body could take little more punishing than it had already endured.
Against my own will I forced my exhausted limbs up. The longer I rested the harder it would be to continue. Slowly I began pulling myself up the stairs, crumpling at the top of each flimsy apex causing it to sway violently. Had my energy supply not been so greatly depleted it would have been cause for serious concern. The dull ache had now turned to a piercing throb. Tears blurred my vision and ran hotly down my cheeks. Bile rose in my stomach with each tortured wheeze I emitted. My body felt like shutting down, but I mustered my strength and moved on from sheer determination. Bitterly I fought the incessant pull of gravity. My mind grew weary from exhaustion and soon I found my thoughts to be the ravings of a mad man. With each new step I passed further into delirium. Between each individual stair I felt an eternity pass and I could see no end in sight. After hours of climbing it took all I had not to give up hope.
Just as I had resolved not to go any further and discontinue this hellish ordeal, I caught sight of the next landing. I froze in awe at what awaited me at its summit. There sat the most magnificent door I had ever seen. It's surface was solid gold and it shimmered so brightly that it hurt my eyes. The large handle was encrusted in diamonds and other precious stones of all shapes and sizes. Engraved upon the smooth surface was the sign of the cross and many smaller symbols I could not make out.
Seized by some unknown force I was propelled the rest of the way at an insane pace, quickly depleting my dwindling resources. I ignored all but that door and the great reward I knew must be behind it. I felt that only heaven itself could be there. No other place could have such a grand entrance. Here I would find the peace I so desperately sought.
I reached the landing and with my very last ounce of strength pulled the handle and swung it open. It must have weighed a ton and in my madness I thought I was pushing a boulder of gigantic proportions. It took me a very long time to open it fully, but what awaited me on the other side caused me to forget the trouble.
I looked across the threshold and gasped in wonder at the intense light that poured through. I could see nothing but the blinding array of luminescence before me. I knew I had reached my goal and had triumphed over this abomination. I limped through the door and into the warm light. As soon as I had crossed to other side the door slammed shut behind me and all faded into a darkness so deep that no light could escape
I stood on a platform of ancient, rotting wood. It was poorly built and its weak joints creaked under my weight. Supported by unseen forces, it seemed to be suspended in air. All around me was a room of brilliant white. I could not guess its size because the walls lacked perceivable depth. It was both infinitely large and suffocatingly small. The walls were of such purity that I could not see where one ended and the other began. It gave the impression of being perfectly round.
Below me lay what I can only describe as a deep chasm. The white that dominated the room sunk into consuming darkness. I had an instinctual feeling that the abysmal depths of this void knew no end. To fall into it would be certain death. For though I could see no bottom, I knew it must come. I stood transfixed by the sight of this Stygian pit. To me it seemed the perfect counterbalance to the rest of the room. I imagined it was slowly pulling the white walls into it and transforming them to utter black. I averted my eyes and looked to the other edge of the platform. They rested upon a set of stairs leading to a landing above me. They seemed of solid construction as they were made of dense stone and mortar. The landing above was made of the same material and was much more sturdy than my own feeble resting position.
On the side of the landing farthest from me was a door made of a rich and heavy wood. It was finished so that its smooth surface had the reflective quality of glass. Its handle was gilded in gold and shone dully. The platform began to shudder and crumble. Hastily I crossed it and climbed the first stair. As I did so I watched the platform disintegrate and its particles tumble into the pit. I never heard the pieces hit the bottom, and I was now sure that its bottom lay very far below. Feeling I had no other place to go, I began to ascend the rest of the stairs. The climb was difficult, but I managed it with relative ease. I felt no worse afterwards than I had before, but I took a moment to catch my breath. I moved to the door and had an inkling that behind it was an escape from this odd place. My curiosity being aroused, I pulled the door open. Its hinges groaned audibly, but it still opened easily. I looked through the door frame and was puzzled at the sight of another flight of stairs. This set was much steeper and was constructed of perforated metal similar to that found on a ship. This flight looked much longer and I realized it would be considerably more difficult to climb.
Far above was another landing similar to the one I stood on. It looked identical in every aspect except that a door of much greater beauty stood on it. It was made of beautiful black marble and its handle was inlaid with jade and ivory.
After I had taken a brief respite to compose myself for the ensuing climb, I began to make my way steadily up. After a short time my breathing became strained and I perspired freely. The muscles in my legs ached dully and it took concentrated effort to keep moving. In order to distract my mind I began to dream of what was behind this door. I imagined a palace beautifully decorated from top to bottom. In my mind I created comfortable chairs and couches on which to rest my increasingly weary body. I believed that would be my reward for this test of will and stamina. About three-quarters of the way up I was forced to stop and take a break. My breath came in ragged gulps and it felt as though a wet rag had been placed over my mouth and nose. No matter how hard my burning lungs worked I could not assure myself an adequate supply of oxygen. I sat down on the steps and allowed myself to slowly resume normal operation. Feeling somewhat refreshed I struggled up the remaining distance. I was forced to move slowly and with great effort. At each step my weight shifted backwards as though I would slip. I was constantly fighting to maintain equilibrium and not tumble down from where I had come. I reached the landing and with an unexpected surge of energy I moved to the door. Under normal circumstances I would have been captivated with its beauty and stopped to examine it closely, but I had an insatiable desire to discover the secrets that lay within. This door was much heavier than the previous due to the fact that it was made of solid marble. As I forced it open I slowly sank to my knees and collapsed on the floor in a heap. More Stairs.
From where I lay I could see that this would be the hardest climb yet. The stairs were much taller and steeper than any I had ever seen. Each one was at least chest high and made of thin wood held loosely together by only nails. I could see that it would be an exhausting and treacherous climb. I could not see past the first few steps, so I did not know where they would lead me. I desperately hoped this would be the last flight and at its end would be the reward I so desired. My ravaged body could take little more punishing than it had already endured.
Against my own will I forced my exhausted limbs up. The longer I rested the harder it would be to continue. Slowly I began pulling myself up the stairs, crumpling at the top of each flimsy apex causing it to sway violently. Had my energy supply not been so greatly depleted it would have been cause for serious concern. The dull ache had now turned to a piercing throb. Tears blurred my vision and ran hotly down my cheeks. Bile rose in my stomach with each tortured wheeze I emitted. My body felt like shutting down, but I mustered my strength and moved on from sheer determination. Bitterly I fought the incessant pull of gravity. My mind grew weary from exhaustion and soon I found my thoughts to be the ravings of a mad man. With each new step I passed further into delirium. Between each individual stair I felt an eternity pass and I could see no end in sight. After hours of climbing it took all I had not to give up hope.
Just as I had resolved not to go any further and discontinue this hellish ordeal, I caught sight of the next landing. I froze in awe at what awaited me at its summit. There sat the most magnificent door I had ever seen. It's surface was solid gold and it shimmered so brightly that it hurt my eyes. The large handle was encrusted in diamonds and other precious stones of all shapes and sizes. Engraved upon the smooth surface was the sign of the cross and many smaller symbols I could not make out.
Seized by some unknown force I was propelled the rest of the way at an insane pace, quickly depleting my dwindling resources. I ignored all but that door and the great reward I knew must be behind it. I felt that only heaven itself could be there. No other place could have such a grand entrance. Here I would find the peace I so desperately sought.
I reached the landing and with my very last ounce of strength pulled the handle and swung it open. It must have weighed a ton and in my madness I thought I was pushing a boulder of gigantic proportions. It took me a very long time to open it fully, but what awaited me on the other side caused me to forget the trouble.
I looked across the threshold and gasped in wonder at the intense light that poured through. I could see nothing but the blinding array of luminescence before me. I knew I had reached my goal and had triumphed over this abomination. I limped through the door and into the warm light. As soon as I had crossed to other side the door slammed shut behind me and all faded into a darkness so deep that no light could escape
Monday, 24 November 2008
Film Idea
Flm Noir- all shot in black and white.
Story about a private eye ( private detective)
assigned to a case to find a women killer who leaves behind a single match to each on of his victims. he has earned himself the name of blue swan because he leaves behind a swan match with a blue head on it.
no words are spoken in the film, there is a voice over throughout.similar to sin city. or the animatrix episode " the detective story".
Starts of in a ugly office. ashtray full of fags, detective sitting in the chair legs crossed on the desk, trilby over hes face and the phone rings.
( the office is usually quite, he just about manages to pay his bills lol, and he is trying to sleep in his office )
throughout the film the detective lets call him bob, is looking for clues to the whereabouts and who the killer is, throughout the film, bob is shown as always taking one step forward and two steps back on getting close to finding the killer
In the final shot bob discovers who the killer is and infact it is him himself, wel the other half of him, bob has a rare illness, that when he sleeps his subconcious thats over, the other him, he has a split personality disorder.
bob is always tired at work because the other him is out all night murdering young women, so in the final scene bob has to face his greatest enemy, himself.
He is posed with the biggest question, should he hand imself in, live a life of misery but know others will be safe, or does he try to overcome what is happening to him, keep his secret quite and try to surpress his inner evil?
Story about a private eye ( private detective)
assigned to a case to find a women killer who leaves behind a single match to each on of his victims. he has earned himself the name of blue swan because he leaves behind a swan match with a blue head on it.
no words are spoken in the film, there is a voice over throughout.similar to sin city. or the animatrix episode " the detective story".
Starts of in a ugly office. ashtray full of fags, detective sitting in the chair legs crossed on the desk, trilby over hes face and the phone rings.
( the office is usually quite, he just about manages to pay his bills lol, and he is trying to sleep in his office )
throughout the film the detective lets call him bob, is looking for clues to the whereabouts and who the killer is, throughout the film, bob is shown as always taking one step forward and two steps back on getting close to finding the killer
In the final shot bob discovers who the killer is and infact it is him himself, wel the other half of him, bob has a rare illness, that when he sleeps his subconcious thats over, the other him, he has a split personality disorder.
bob is always tired at work because the other him is out all night murdering young women, so in the final scene bob has to face his greatest enemy, himself.
He is posed with the biggest question, should he hand imself in, live a life of misery but know others will be safe, or does he try to overcome what is happening to him, keep his secret quite and try to surpress his inner evil?
Film Idea: stay position
a short film idea to the song stay positive by the streets,
shows a student drunk at night after clubbig, drunk and stumbling home on his own, shows mainly flashbacks throughout the walk home, showing you the reason why he got so drunk. his in love and she not with him anymore but she pregnant with his baby.
the lyrics are:
Cos this world swallows souls
And when the blues unfold
It gets cold -- solids -- burns holes
You're going mad
Perhaps you always were
But when things was good you just didn't care
This is called irony
When you most need to get up you got no energy
Time and time shit'll happen
The dark shit's unwrapping
But no-one's listening your mates are laughing
Your brethren's fucking and then you start hating
Your stomach starts churning and you mind starts turning.
So smoke another draw
It won't matter no more but the next day still feels sore
Rain taps on your window
Always did tho but you didn't hear it when things were so-so
You're on your own now
Your little zone you were born alone and believe me you'll die alone
Weed becomes a chore
You want the buzz back so you follow the others onto smack
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Feels nice and still
Good thing about brown is it always will
It's easy, no-one blames you
It's that world out there that's fucked you
You're no less of a person and if God exists
He still loves you
Just remember that - the more you sink the further back from that brink
Maybe you've lifetime scars and you think tattoos might be more fitting
But who's picking?
Searching for yourself you find demons
Try and be a freeman and grasp that talisman
Cos your the same as I am
We all need our fellow man
We all need our samaritan.
Maybe I'm better looking than you tho
Maybe I've got more dough - but am I happier... no.
Get the love of a good girl and your world will be much richer than my world
And your happyness will uncurl
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Stop dreaming
People who say that are blaspheming
They're doing nine to five and moaning
And they don't want you succeeding when theyve blown it
And you idols - who are they?
They too dreamt about their day
Positive steps will see your goals.
Whether it's dollars or control, feel the gold.
I aint helping you climb the ladder
I'm busy climbing mine.
That's how it's been since the dawn of time
If you reach a cul-de-sac
The world turns it's back
This is you zone, it's like blackjack
He might get the ace or the top one
So organise your two's and three's into a run then you'll have fucked him some
And for that you'll be the better one
One last thing before you go though
When you feel better tommorow you'll be a hero
But never forget today. you could be back here
Things can stray
What if you see me in that window?
You won't help me I know.
That's cool, just keep walking where you go.
Carry on through the estate, stare at the geezers so they know you aint lightweight
And go see your mates
And when they don't look happy
Play them this tape
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
I hope you understand me
Just try and stay positive
I aint no preaching fucker and I aint no do-goody-goody either
This is about when shit goes pear-shaped
And if you aren't or ever have been at rock bottom then good luck to you in the big wide world
But remember that one day shit might just start crumbling
Your bird might fuck off or you might loose your job
It's when that happens that what I'm talking about will feel much more important to you
So if you aint feeling it, just be thankfull that things are cool in your world
Respect to BC
Positivity
Positivity
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
shows a student drunk at night after clubbig, drunk and stumbling home on his own, shows mainly flashbacks throughout the walk home, showing you the reason why he got so drunk. his in love and she not with him anymore but she pregnant with his baby.
the lyrics are:
Cos this world swallows souls
And when the blues unfold
It gets cold -- solids -- burns holes
You're going mad
Perhaps you always were
But when things was good you just didn't care
This is called irony
When you most need to get up you got no energy
Time and time shit'll happen
The dark shit's unwrapping
But no-one's listening your mates are laughing
Your brethren's fucking and then you start hating
Your stomach starts churning and you mind starts turning.
So smoke another draw
It won't matter no more but the next day still feels sore
Rain taps on your window
Always did tho but you didn't hear it when things were so-so
You're on your own now
Your little zone you were born alone and believe me you'll die alone
Weed becomes a chore
You want the buzz back so you follow the others onto smack
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Feels nice and still
Good thing about brown is it always will
It's easy, no-one blames you
It's that world out there that's fucked you
You're no less of a person and if God exists
He still loves you
Just remember that - the more you sink the further back from that brink
Maybe you've lifetime scars and you think tattoos might be more fitting
But who's picking?
Searching for yourself you find demons
Try and be a freeman and grasp that talisman
Cos your the same as I am
We all need our fellow man
We all need our samaritan.
Maybe I'm better looking than you tho
Maybe I've got more dough - but am I happier... no.
Get the love of a good girl and your world will be much richer than my world
And your happyness will uncurl
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Stop dreaming
People who say that are blaspheming
They're doing nine to five and moaning
And they don't want you succeeding when theyve blown it
And you idols - who are they?
They too dreamt about their day
Positive steps will see your goals.
Whether it's dollars or control, feel the gold.
I aint helping you climb the ladder
I'm busy climbing mine.
That's how it's been since the dawn of time
If you reach a cul-de-sac
The world turns it's back
This is you zone, it's like blackjack
He might get the ace or the top one
So organise your two's and three's into a run then you'll have fucked him some
And for that you'll be the better one
One last thing before you go though
When you feel better tommorow you'll be a hero
But never forget today. you could be back here
Things can stray
What if you see me in that window?
You won't help me I know.
That's cool, just keep walking where you go.
Carry on through the estate, stare at the geezers so they know you aint lightweight
And go see your mates
And when they don't look happy
Play them this tape
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
I hope you understand me
Just try and stay positive
I aint no preaching fucker and I aint no do-goody-goody either
This is about when shit goes pear-shaped
And if you aren't or ever have been at rock bottom then good luck to you in the big wide world
But remember that one day shit might just start crumbling
Your bird might fuck off or you might loose your job
It's when that happens that what I'm talking about will feel much more important to you
So if you aint feeling it, just be thankfull that things are cool in your world
Respect to BC
Positivity
Positivity
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Just try and stay positive
Thursday, 15 May 2008
Film Idea: GCSE Drama Idea
for my gcse, we created a piece of work with numerious twists and turns in the pathway of the story. it started of with a family in a car, they are driving alone, and a truck hims them from behind, they spin off the road and the car flips into the nearby hedge.
in the next scene the mother is waking up in hospital her children are in the room and her husband is nowhere to be seen.
the kids realise she has woken up and the doctors are buzzed, the doctors enter the room, completely ignoring the two children, they ask the mother a few questions and then explain that seh was in a car crash and she has been in a coma for five months.
after a few days she is released from hospital, and she is at home, she has a phyciatrist visit her once a week to see how she is copeing.
when he arrives he sees the kids uniforms are on the side, their toys are all over the floor, after some time of talking to her, she starts to talk about how after the accident her husband left her and the kids and he was now living with his receptionist, the doctor looked puzzled and asks why all the toys are on the floor, the mother replies that the kids were playing in the front room, until he knocked and she sent them upstairs, the doctor again looked very puzzled. he explains to her that she was the only one that survived the crash.
in the next scene the mother is waking up in hospital her children are in the room and her husband is nowhere to be seen.
the kids realise she has woken up and the doctors are buzzed, the doctors enter the room, completely ignoring the two children, they ask the mother a few questions and then explain that seh was in a car crash and she has been in a coma for five months.
after a few days she is released from hospital, and she is at home, she has a phyciatrist visit her once a week to see how she is copeing.
when he arrives he sees the kids uniforms are on the side, their toys are all over the floor, after some time of talking to her, she starts to talk about how after the accident her husband left her and the kids and he was now living with his receptionist, the doctor looked puzzled and asks why all the toys are on the floor, the mother replies that the kids were playing in the front room, until he knocked and she sent them upstairs, the doctor again looked very puzzled. he explains to her that she was the only one that survived the crash.
Film Idea: dejavu
A student in his room,always downloading films and anime. he stumbles across a anime series that sounds interesting and after watching five minutes of the first episode he realises that the main character and the room are very similar to him and his room, infact there identical, the flashbacks that happen in the first episode are things that previously happened to him in his life. he doesnt pay much attention but he goes to uni the next day and has a strange day, he fills that his life is not quite his own.he goes home and watches episode two. and its a complete reinactment if the day that he had.
he starts watching the rest of the series and he discovers he dicovers his life is in fact not his own,
by episode 13 something terrible is going to happpen to him which will change the lives of everyone around him, it is fortold that two paths will appear, one leading to his death and the other to desaster, if he believes what he is watching is going to happen to him, then the greatest choice and sacrifice of his life is about to happen
he starts watching the rest of the series and he discovers he dicovers his life is in fact not his own,
by episode 13 something terrible is going to happpen to him which will change the lives of everyone around him, it is fortold that two paths will appear, one leading to his death and the other to desaster, if he believes what he is watching is going to happen to him, then the greatest choice and sacrifice of his life is about to happen
Film Idea: Valentnes day
A film idea based on the song valentines day by linkin park
i alreadi have the script and the lyrics with anotation on it i just need to write it on here. and that will be done about midnight when i get back from work.
forest scene the moon light illuminating the ground, snow is on the ground and it is reflecting the moons glow.
A man lost in sorrow, hes heart broken because of love
My insides all turned to ash, so slow - a fire burns, ash from the fire blows in the wind, camera follows the ash, to a man facing away from the camera
And blew away as I collapsed, so cold - man collapes to his knees
A black wind took them away, from sight - leaves blow up and camera follows to a black/blue night sky, shot of the moon, illuminating the sky
And held the darkness over day, that night - leaves blow up and camera follows to a black/blue night sky, shot of the moon, illuminating the sky
And the clouds above move closer - leaves blow up and camera follows to a black/blue night sky, shot of the moon, illuminating the sky
Looking so dissatisfied - leaves blow up and camera follows to a black/blue night sky, shot of the moon, illuminating the sky
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing - shows him walking
I used to be my own protection, but not now - like if hes hurt, camera stops following and shows blood drops in the snow. blood is dripping from his right arm.
Cause my path had lost direction, somehow -
A black wind took you away, from sight
And held the darkness over day, that night
And the clouds above move closer
Looking so dissatisfied
And the ground below grew colder
As they put you down inside
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing
So now you're gone, and I was wrong
I never knew what it was like, to be alone
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(I used to be my own protection, but not now)
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow)
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(I used to be my own protection, but not now)
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow)
i alreadi have the script and the lyrics with anotation on it i just need to write it on here. and that will be done about midnight when i get back from work.
forest scene the moon light illuminating the ground, snow is on the ground and it is reflecting the moons glow.
A man lost in sorrow, hes heart broken because of love
My insides all turned to ash, so slow - a fire burns, ash from the fire blows in the wind, camera follows the ash, to a man facing away from the camera
And blew away as I collapsed, so cold - man collapes to his knees
A black wind took them away, from sight - leaves blow up and camera follows to a black/blue night sky, shot of the moon, illuminating the sky
And held the darkness over day, that night - leaves blow up and camera follows to a black/blue night sky, shot of the moon, illuminating the sky
And the clouds above move closer - leaves blow up and camera follows to a black/blue night sky, shot of the moon, illuminating the sky
Looking so dissatisfied - leaves blow up and camera follows to a black/blue night sky, shot of the moon, illuminating the sky
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing - shows him walking
I used to be my own protection, but not now - like if hes hurt, camera stops following and shows blood drops in the snow. blood is dripping from his right arm.
Cause my path had lost direction, somehow -
A black wind took you away, from sight
And held the darkness over day, that night
And the clouds above move closer
Looking so dissatisfied
And the ground below grew colder
As they put you down inside
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing
So now you're gone, and I was wrong
I never knew what it was like, to be alone
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(I used to be my own protection, but not now)
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow)
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(I used to be my own protection, but not now)
On a Valentine's Day, on a Valentine's Day
(Cause my mind has lost direction, somehow)
Fim Idea: The Last Nightmare
Based on a Little place that i grew up in, Abbey Wood, more precisely les nes abbey, the wood in my Little town, a dark woods like area with a open grass area, a old half fallen down stone church. at night the scene is already set for something ery to happen.
Idea 1
there has been a story pasd down from parent to child, somethign to do with the church being haunted, the story about the women who gave her heart to her lover. she had recieved a letter that he had died while at war, she had given him her heart,so that no1 else could ever have it. after recieving word that he was dead she cut her heart and while it was still beating she buried it in a box beside her husbands coffine, so her heart would alwyas be by his side.
Idea 2
beside the public toilets is a building where all waste branches as put, the room filled with twigs, mistic powers create demons out of these branches
Idea 1
there has been a story pasd down from parent to child, somethign to do with the church being haunted, the story about the women who gave her heart to her lover. she had recieved a letter that he had died while at war, she had given him her heart,so that no1 else could ever have it. after recieving word that he was dead she cut her heart and while it was still beating she buried it in a box beside her husbands coffine, so her heart would alwyas be by his side.
Idea 2
beside the public toilets is a building where all waste branches as put, the room filled with twigs, mistic powers create demons out of these branches
Film Idea: On the run
A women on the run from her past moving from place to place trying to hide herself from the world, she is smart and pretty, she is enrolled as a student under her new name, her new appearence. she meets someone at uni, and they aint all that they appear to be
Film idea: Documentary video
about peopel being out late at night, aimed mainly at women, but also aimed at men, what they should and shouldnt do on a night out
- dont walk home alone
- dont take shortcuts
- dont be on your phone / texting or listening to music
- stay in lit areas
- dont use public toilets
- dont walk through car parks
- dont wear revealing cloths
- try to get taxis home
Film idea hells gate
the year is 2022 and london is in ruins, 5 years ago something appeared in trafager square and a two mile radias was destroyed. the millatary quarinteened this area as forbidden/ it had been named hells gat, a paraelle dimension, a barrane wasteland with no inherience, when the explosion was over only a handfull of people survived, they were all in comas, but a little while after they all recovered, theses survivors, had all lost something but they had also gained something at the same time.
Tuesday, 15 April 2008
A.V Script
Short film idea 1
Scene 1
At start of, there is a family in a car, its late at night, and the motorway is quite and dark.the dads driving and the mother is complaining they are lost and the kids in the back of the car are arguing.
the car skides onto the side of the motorway and crashes into the hardshoulder.
Scene 2
the mum wakes up in hospital and the two kids are sitting beside her bed.
the doctor enters the room and tells her that she had been in a car crash and that she might need a councillor to help her over what had happened
Scene 3
a few weeks later. she is back at home, the kids are playing on the floor. the councillor knocks before she answers the door she asks the kids to go play upstairs. the councillor is welcomed into the house to sit and talk to her, there are toys all over the room, he sits her down after she has made him a cup of coffee and he starts to talk to her about how she is copeing.
he asks he how she jas been and to talk about her husband. she tells him that after the accident her husband left her and was now living with his receptionist.
the councillor pauses and looks confused, he explains that she was the only survivor of the accident.
she gets distressed and starts to get angry, she picks up a piece of paper and gives it to him,shouting this is what my daughter drew this morning.
the councillor looks, but it is just a plain piece of paper
Scene 1
At start of, there is a family in a car, its late at night, and the motorway is quite and dark.the dads driving and the mother is complaining they are lost and the kids in the back of the car are arguing.
the car skides onto the side of the motorway and crashes into the hardshoulder.
Scene 2
the mum wakes up in hospital and the two kids are sitting beside her bed.
the doctor enters the room and tells her that she had been in a car crash and that she might need a councillor to help her over what had happened
Scene 3
a few weeks later. she is back at home, the kids are playing on the floor. the councillor knocks before she answers the door she asks the kids to go play upstairs. the councillor is welcomed into the house to sit and talk to her, there are toys all over the room, he sits her down after she has made him a cup of coffee and he starts to talk to her about how she is copeing.
he asks he how she jas been and to talk about her husband. she tells him that after the accident her husband left her and was now living with his receptionist.
the councillor pauses and looks confused, he explains that she was the only survivor of the accident.
she gets distressed and starts to get angry, she picks up a piece of paper and gives it to him,shouting this is what my daughter drew this morning.
the councillor looks, but it is just a plain piece of paper
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