Il y avait l'exemple de ma vie;
Pendant que je me suis tenu au dessous dans l'obscurite,
Pendant que je me suis tenu au dessous dans l'obscurite,
...Qui fut tut..
Because I'm up at all hours of the night anyway, I've decided to put my writing to the test. I'll be re-writing "My Immortal" as a literate piece of work. I wont change ideas, concepts, ect- just try to make it sound better. If I can succeed in making this seem like a legitimate piece of literature, then I can die happy. If not I'll assume that this fanfic is completely without hope and my happiness when I die will still remain undetermined.
Keep in mind, I'm trying to work in all that she mentions and its.... 4 am.
THIS WILL SUCK NO MATTER WHAT.
----------------------------chapter one--------------------------------
My name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way, and I’m not like other seventeen year old girls. You see, aside my stunning beauty and unusual attraction to the tragic- I’m a vampire, as you could probably tell by my eccentric name. Not only a vampire, but also a witch. You see, my mother was a beautiful vampiress of dynamic contrasts with piercing blue eyes, and icy white skin. My father is a wizard, equally dark and beautiful with silken black hair.
Thankfully, I inherited so much from them- in my dark gifts and appearance. In shape and looks, I am my mother’s image, but I had been blessed with my father’s hair. I may be a bit vain about my appearance; I often accentuate my features with bold make up, and lighten my face further. The effect of it often resembles a porcelain doll, long forgotten in the attic. At Hogworts, the school which I attend, the uniform restrictions were recently lifted- giving me the freedom the wear all the corsets, bodices, mini skirts and boots that I could ever desire. As a beautiful person, I like to feel beautiful as well- and this is how I feel beauty looks. Many people may think that wearing such revealing clothing is dirty, or even whorish. But I’m proud of my family, my looks, and my body. So they who oppose me in this- may they be damned!
The day where my story starts was a dull, grey day of sleet and snow. There was no sunlight, so I could walk about the school grounds freely. I don’t often get to do this- the weather is often bright, and the curfew restrictions prohibit nightly excursions on the school grounds. A few of the uppity girls at school gawked at me as I passed. I flipped them off without thinking too much of it- I was too busy enjoying my walk.
I walked on past a group of people, looking at the ground. My boots made a lovely crunch as they stomped the snow below them into submission. I heard a small noise behind me, then a call. My name? I spun around slowly, careful not to seem flustered by this startling intrusion. To my surprise, it was Draco Malfoy- The golden boy of Slytherin. He looked slightly anxious, his face growing pink as he came closer to me.
Confused and feeling slightly awkward, I tried to smile at him. “Hey… What’s up?”
He stopped about a foot or so away, panting a bit. He must have been running to catch up with me. He smiled back, almost shaking. I couldn’t tell if it was out of cold, or something more. “Nothing really..” his smile faded briefly as he looked into my eyes. Was that… fear? My vampire senses, though dulled with the blood of my wizard father, were still quite keen.
Before I could get a good feel of what was going on in Draco’s mind, I was distracted by more calls. I looked up and around, only to see my friends frantically waving. I had forgotten about band practice… I smiled again at Draco, this time apologetically, and hurried off to them.
Keep in mind, I'm trying to work in all that she mentions and its.... 4 am.
THIS WILL SUCK NO MATTER WHAT.
----------------------------chapter one--------------------------------
My name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way, and I’m not like other seventeen year old girls. You see, aside my stunning beauty and unusual attraction to the tragic- I’m a vampire, as you could probably tell by my eccentric name. Not only a vampire, but also a witch. You see, my mother was a beautiful vampiress of dynamic contrasts with piercing blue eyes, and icy white skin. My father is a wizard, equally dark and beautiful with silken black hair.
Thankfully, I inherited so much from them- in my dark gifts and appearance. In shape and looks, I am my mother’s image, but I had been blessed with my father’s hair. I may be a bit vain about my appearance; I often accentuate my features with bold make up, and lighten my face further. The effect of it often resembles a porcelain doll, long forgotten in the attic. At Hogworts, the school which I attend, the uniform restrictions were recently lifted- giving me the freedom the wear all the corsets, bodices, mini skirts and boots that I could ever desire. As a beautiful person, I like to feel beautiful as well- and this is how I feel beauty looks. Many people may think that wearing such revealing clothing is dirty, or even whorish. But I’m proud of my family, my looks, and my body. So they who oppose me in this- may they be damned!
The day where my story starts was a dull, grey day of sleet and snow. There was no sunlight, so I could walk about the school grounds freely. I don’t often get to do this- the weather is often bright, and the curfew restrictions prohibit nightly excursions on the school grounds. A few of the uppity girls at school gawked at me as I passed. I flipped them off without thinking too much of it- I was too busy enjoying my walk.
I walked on past a group of people, looking at the ground. My boots made a lovely crunch as they stomped the snow below them into submission. I heard a small noise behind me, then a call. My name? I spun around slowly, careful not to seem flustered by this startling intrusion. To my surprise, it was Draco Malfoy- The golden boy of Slytherin. He looked slightly anxious, his face growing pink as he came closer to me.
Confused and feeling slightly awkward, I tried to smile at him. “Hey… What’s up?”
He stopped about a foot or so away, panting a bit. He must have been running to catch up with me. He smiled back, almost shaking. I couldn’t tell if it was out of cold, or something more. “Nothing really..” his smile faded briefly as he looked into my eyes. Was that… fear? My vampire senses, though dulled with the blood of my wizard father, were still quite keen.
Before I could get a good feel of what was going on in Draco’s mind, I was distracted by more calls. I looked up and around, only to see my friends frantically waving. I had forgotten about band practice… I smiled again at Draco, this time apologetically, and hurried off to them.
...et qui ne fut rein...
d'autres sont montes recevoir le baiser et la gloire!
Il est fait bien. Et a deux doigts de ma tombe, je l'approuve.
Il est fait bien. Et a deux doigts de ma tombe, je l'approuve.
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You're a genius. xD ♥