My computer isn't working… Again.

My computer won't log on. So I'm on my iPod. I'm also really annoyed. So I'm in a bad mood.

That was weird...

... I seriously can't remember typing that last post... Okay...

What I really wanted to show to you yesterday was this:

I don't know if I'm the only person who finds this funny... Let me know :)

VICTORY IS MINE!!!!

The internet has been returned to me! Oh, computer, how I missed you.... Just never go away again, deal?

Fanfic will be continued shortly.

Everyone say happy birthday to my friend who writes Latin in her sleep! (Lol, jk it's tomorrow ;))

I'm having a maths-meltdown. Bare with me.

Also... What did I want to say...? Oh! 9x - 7i > 3(3x - 7u) (You've probably already seen it, but oh well!)

Um... Yeah...

-Lunar

LOOK! A NEW POST!

Hi! So this is a new post letting you know how I am! I tried to post a few days ago, but literally, my finger was less than a centimetre from the "Publish Post" button, when my iPod died.

FOR ONE THING: I've had writers block. That's why I haven't posted any fanfic. Even though I think I'm over it now, the next part is extremely short. In which case, I have decided to extend the short parts with something I like to call "The Lost Chapters". These chapters have Hellboy as the main character, and is basically a duel storyline. The first Lost Chapter is kinda predictable, and unimaginative, but they'll get better... Yeah... I'm pretty sure of that...

AND ANOTHER THING: I was at a sleepover last night. Sleepovers with my friends? Never a good idea. One of my friends (that recently moved to North Yorkshire) said that at night, she's been writing Latin words in her sleep. This proved to be true, when she started randomly writing words with her fingers. Then we gave her a pen. The first ENGLISH word she wrote was 'regret', followed by 'sorry'. Then, translated from Latin to English, she wrote, "full moon", "I'm sorry" and "soul stealer". After that, one of my other friends started talking to her in her dreams. This did not help the eerie feel of the night, when she said, "On April 18th, the Soul Stealer will rise."

ANYWAY, what are people's favourite films? I'm interested :)

Pretty Flower...

So... I was reading a book. As usual. But one of the characters was obsessed with finding a pure black rose. So I googled it. As usual. And I found a black and white photograph of a rose. It was so pretty... I had to draw it. The petals are out of proportion, but I figured I might as well share it. Although its quite hard to see. So here it is:

Tilt your head right for it to be the right way... (I don't know how to put it the right!)

Practice Chapter

This is just a practice for my fan fic. I was going to include some of you in this, but I only planned on mentioning a bad-guy. Tips much appreciated, thanks. :)


"Had a nice meal?"
   I whirled round, surprised by the familiar voice in my mother's house. I put down the plates that held the leftovers of our lunch on the counter, before I held my hands loosely behind my back. I gave my best mischievous smile, with my menacing green eyes. Slowly, I strode in an arc around him, taking each step with precisioned care. I knew what this would lead to, but if I could just put it off... Dear Mother was still home.
"I'm surprised you're here," I purred, getting closer to the intruder. "You were always so subtle... Everything always a riddle."
Caelan kept his black eyes on each movement I made. Scrutinizing every word, every step.
"Things have changed," he said. His voice was a block of ice, and I felt the shock as it cut through me. A shiver ran gleefully down my spine, but I merely bowed my head to him, my eyes still alert.
"Of course," I replied, "I would be a fool to think they hadn't." I meant to say the words light-hearted, but I realised how serious they sounded. Something was different about Caelan, but I couldn't quite place what it was...
"Fool's surround us. But you, Lunar, are not one of them." His eyes watched me again, like a predator. I restrained myself from not crouching down and curling a finger at him.
Instead, I whispered, "That's what I just said."
"Alex? What's taking so long?" My Mother's voice called from the dining room, where she innocently sat shuffling cards, whilst watching Midsummer Murders. Ironic.
I opened my mouth to respond, when I noticed a flash through Caelan's eyes. At that moment, I realised what was different about him; he'd fed recently.
   I didn't know what to do, which, being myself, didn't happen a lot.
   "Just washing up!" I called back, watching Caelan intensely.
   "Such a good girl..." I heard my mother say, then I heard her flick up the volume on the TV. I hopped onto the counter, twisting the tap on. Water rushed down the spout, and into the sink, with little whirlwinds and circular movements.
   "Such a good girl..." Caelan mimicked, with a sly smile. I started to prepare myself, disguising my movements with speech.
   "You have no idea," I murmured, knowing Caelan could clearly hear. "So, why exactly are you here?" I tucked my long hair behind my ears, while my legs swung freely.
   Caelan took a step closer to me, and leaned in. "I think you know perfectly why I'm here," he whispered.
   Goosebumps rose along my neck, and a hiss came from my mouth. "Never."
   "Very well," Caelan sighed. I sensed what he was going to do, so I bounced off the counter, landing in a crouch. His teeth were always slower than his thought process. I slammed my fist into Caelan's jaw, but he never swayed an inch.
   "Damn you," I mumbled, before lunging for the kitchen knife. I gripped it loosely with one hand. Not the best weapon, but... Better than none at all. Now, where did I keep my holy water...? Caelan's eyes gleamed in the sun. This was all a game to him. He wouldn't even have to try to win. But I needed Mother to be safe...
   "Outside," I snarled. A fleck of uncertainty crossed Caelan's eyes. What he needed was here, in this house. But he wouldn't get it. He'd have to kill me first. The problem was: He would. And will.
   I strode outside. The clouds suddenly covered the sun, trapping it in their hazy clutches. I twirled around, pleased to see Caelan had followed me outside. I curtsied, before sprinting down a bank. I glanced behind me, smiling at Caelan's confused expression. To the right, I saw what I was looking for; the well. Full of holy water. I lifted the bucket and dunked it in the endless pit. I heard the splash of water, and reeled in the bucket. Caelan would be going in the house if he thought I'd just ran away. If he thought that, he didn't know me very well. Finally, the bucket resurfaced, and I unattached the bucket from the chains.
  And then I felt his breath on my neck. Out of shock, I elbowed him in the stomach. Springing off the ground, I back flipped so I was behind him. I couldn't waste the water. I sprinkled some lightly over a layer of his skin. I jumped out the way, just as his head soared back and he roared in pain. He recovered quickly, however, and leaped off the ground. His skin was blistered, but would heal soon enough. I clicked my fingers, summoning a flame to my hand. I threw it at Caelan, and he "stopped, dropped and rolled," as they would say. I took a seat on a deck chair, where I had so many innocent childhood moments. I sipped on a lemonade I made earlier, which now tasted quite stale. I always was better at performing outside. Slowly, Caelan rose from the ground, his clothes looking as dead as the put-out flames.
  I rose my eyebrows and with a smile, I said, "Better?"
  Caelan snarled in response. I stood from my chair, and said, "Now, now, Caelan. Calm down. It's nothing personal, is it?" Another snarl. I sighed, but what should you expect from vampires?
  I lifted my hands, and snapped my palms. The air rippling, Caelan flew backwards. He lay there a second before rising again. What was wrong with him? There was no fight in him at all. As he came at me, lightening fast, I raised my boot, and... SMACK! It hit Caelan's face. Again he fell backwards. Something was wrong. It was just too easy. Mother would be waiting... Mother! Of course! How could I be so stupid?
   I sprinted back up to the house, wide-eyed as I saw the front door off its hinges. Carefully, I picked up my precious sword I'd left behind when I fought Caelan. He was merely a distraction. While someone else came for...
   I entered the front room. Mother had gone, the television split in two, cards scattered around the room. A disturbance in the air was brought to my attention. From the corner of my eye, I saw a hooded figure leave the room. Fury burning in my soul, I followed whatever-it-was out. The figure disappeared, but I was not fooled. I closed my eyes, and disappeared into the night. Leaving the wind to cover my sorrows.

Lunar's Tears: Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I followed unwillingly across the sands. I wanted to run. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to do lots of these things, yet I was trapped. Trailing after this beast, that no one could call human. I held back the tears that threatened to escape from the corners of my eyes. Making him know I was deeply afraid I did not want to do. I looked around, trying to get used to my surroundings, and think of a way to escape. It was impossible; he was controlling me and I didn't know how. I grasped tightly to logical explanations and sanity, but there were no logical explanations. And I've never claimed to be sane. But the world was falling apart as I stood and watched...
I stopped looking around once I saw there was nothing to see. My feet were no more interesting either. Until I realised we were walking uphill. Glancing up, I saw we were heading towards a cliff. I looked west, and I saw where I had once been sitting. The rocks here were hard, and small stones pressed into my feet. I limped along, unable even to stop to rub the stones off. Threw my blurry vision, the waves looked a sickly grey from up here. There was the slightest vegetation, that pushed back away from us. My legs grew tired, and my mind grew weak. My scheming came to a sudden end. I wondered what he was going to do...
I didn't imagine this would end pleasantly. "First impressions are lasting impressions," they say. And if that's true, then I will always think this is a creepy, theatrical, sadistic man. I couldn't imagine that this man wanted to 'talk' or 'walk.' What I did imagine, however, I wished I never. I covered my eyes, helplessly, trying to block images that ran through my mind. Each image soon being pushed out by another. What would happen to me? Tension was growing, and I was breaking with it.
He lead me to a log. He sat down, and patted the space next to him. I grimaced, but obeyed. My legs ached from hiking up the cliff. I sat on the edge of the log, the furthest away I could be. The log was damp, but firm. I looked over at the sky, now a fade red. It was such a beautiful sky, that did not fit in with this scene. I closed my eyes and let my head drop back, wondering what on earth I had gotten into.
"You are young," Rupun said.
I peeked through my closed eyelids at his face. What was that supposed to mean?
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"You would have so much life ahead of you, a future with so much potential." I shuddered at the word would.
My voice shook as I spoke, betraying the confused shattered pieces inside me, "Wha- What do you want?"
His head rose a little as he laughed again. He continued to laugh for several minutes, leaving me even more confused and disgusted. Eventually, he spoke. With a mouth full of venom, as usual.
"I want a lot of things," he smiled a dangerous smile, "but most of all, I want power." He said power with an obvious and intense sense of desire. A shiver tickled down my spine.
"And how do you plan to get... Power?" I found myself asking. I twiddled my thumbs waiting. He peered at me, then slowly said,
"I kill."
I froze. My body went rigid, while my heart pounded louder than ever. My breathing went jagged. Automatically, I stood up. It was too much, too much... A beat in my ears started paying, in tune with my heart. Images flashed through my mind again. I had my head down, but slyly looked at the distance to the cliff. If I covered my ears, and ran really fast... I could make it. I would make it.
"Do you want to sit back down?" He asked; giving me a choice.
"No," I replied, positive.
"I suggest you do..." When I gave no response, he continued, "I kill for my power. That's what my magic relies on, my source."
His words sunk in, and they shocked me, though I don't know why. "Magic?"
He analysed me again. "Oh, come on... You know magic exists. There's the shine in your eyes," he leaned forward, "You believe."
I bit my bottom lip, as I realised this was true. I did. Magic existed. I could feel it. But what good was it now? Rupun was surely going to murder me. Unless I could escape... Covering my ears would slow me down. But if I sang really, really loud... But first, Rupun needed to be distracted so I could get away.
"So... You're source..." I swallowed, not really wanting to know the answer to the question I was about to ask. "How do you kill?"
He threw a smile in my direction, then looked to the right. "Many different ways... But always you- HEY!"
I ran, singing like there was no tomorrow. Not the best murderer, I thought. I didn't look back. Didn't glimpse behind me. The cliff stooped at my feet.

And without pausing, I leaped into the air.