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Okay here goes,
As most of you may and or may not know I like writing. What most of you may or may not know however is that i am indeed NOT EMO!!!!! Some classify me as goth, others as punk, I myself prefer the term goth but I really dont know. . .i have my emo moments like the days I wrote these poems but ever sence my mum and dad devorced everthing has been smooth sailing. . .*pictures sail boat* I feeling sea sick. . .lolz!!! Most of my hobbies include reading, writing, and drawing as well as sports. Reading. . . Harry Potter, Anne Rice, His and Her Circumstances, and Vampire Knight, King of Hell and a few others. . .In fact I am basing one of my novels on the manga King Of Hell. . . here it is if you dont like it then owell if you do owell. . .i write for myself. . .coments of any sort are welcomed and encouraged.
The
King
Of
Hell
Danielle Lea Wayne
Chapter 1: Isabella Carpentiere
The cold winters chill blew into Isabella’s face as she walked to the bus stop. She paused looking back at the new house she would be forced to call home. Isabella grew up and spent most of her life in Venice Italy. She was the most popular girl in her school, made the best grades, and had the movie star boyfriend… all of this was stripped from her the summer her father told her they were moving to Ottawa Canada within the month. Through the tears and threats she conceded. She did after all get the first month of school to say goodbye, however this also meant that she would transfer a month into the school year. The wind rustled her short, thick, ebony hair that circled her long face in a practical bob. Her perfect body and dentist looking teeth made her the envy of her old school. She was good at everything. One class she wished she hadn’t taken was English. She still had her Italian accent but she could speak fluently in English. Remember these people are nothing to you. Just make it until you turn 18 then fly back to civilization, she kept telling herself. Her brown eyes glanced up to see the yellowish-brownish looking bus pull up. The engine groaned as the vehicle came to a halt. The doors squeaked open as a waft of even colder air rushed over her now red nose. Oh, joy this is gonna be interesting. “Hello I am Isabella Carpentiere. Where am I to sit ma’am?” her voice cool, calm, and collective. “Um…over there by the Brit…Brendon I think his name is.” said the coarse voice of the bus driver, as she pointed to the seat in the very back. Isabella glided gracefully to her seat next to the awe struck boy. “Hello, I am Isabella Carpentiere. I just moved here from Venice Italy.” She said in a smooth manner. “Ello, I am Brendon…I moved here from London England a few years ago.” His thick accent and minty breathe soothing and sweet. The seat was cold and she began rubbing her hands together to warm her frozen fingers. Brendon took her hands in his and brought them to his lips. Her heart skipped a beat as his breath rushed from his mouth into his hands that sheltered hers. His sandy blond hair hung in his green eyes. “Better?” he asked releasing her now warm hands. “Yes much…thank you.” She replied. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together, pausing only to breathe into them. He continued this for a few minutes. He brought his hands to her face covering her red cheeks. He smiled, his white teeth shining. “You should know, if my boyfriend knew that you had touched me you would have been in the hospital.” Her lips moved quickly. He withdrew his hands quickly and frowned. “Sorry I didn’t know you wanted to be cold.” He glanced at her vibrating phone as she flipped it open. He moved closer to the window and snickered. “Isabella?” the deep tone of her boyfriend Michael came through the phone. “Yes?” she stuttered. “Oh, how I miss you! How was the flight? Oh, I miss you warm touch.” He said drawing out his words. “I miss you too, the flight was good…I have to go love you.” She glanced at Brendon who glared at the snow that was now rushing down the side of the window. “Alright I’ll call you later. Love you too bye.” She slapped her phone shut and rode the rest of the way to school in silence.
The day went on as most first days went. She introduced herself and gave a commentary on her life. She even made a new friend. Maria, who was of Italian and Spanish back ground, had spent most of her life in Rome, and new a lot of Italian. They had the same classes and would talk about the people in school in Italian. People stared in amazement as they stalked through the hallways talking in a foreign language. “What do you think of that boy over there?” Maria would ask pointing to a senior, only to get a disgusted cringe from Isabella in return. During lunch, Isabella got the nick-name Izy. “Where I come from, people use our full name.” said Isabella. Maria was extremely popular and had a full table at lunch waiting for her arrival. She introduced her to everyone and sat down. Suddenly “Izy” got all of the attention. “So you really grew up in Venice? Oh, I heard you have a boyfriend. Is he hot?” spat out a girl named Ashley. “Yes I did and this is Michael.” said Izy pulling out a picture of her boyfriend. “Wow he had a 6-pack!” squealed one girl. “Oh, I want to drown in his eyes!” said another. “Ha I want to be his baby’s mommy.” laughed another girl. “Yup that’s my man.” said Izy. “Hey have you meet Brendon?” asked Maria. “Yeah why?” asked Izy. “What the hell are you two saying?” asked Ashley. “Oh, sorry we use Italian as a secret language.” Said Maria. “But anyway Izy he hasn’t kept his eyes off you all day. Haven’t you noticed he is in all of your classes?” whispered Maria. She was right too. Izy looked up to see a few tables down Brendon’s green eyes burrowing into her’s. He was the center of attention at the second fullest table in the cafeteria. His lips moved quickly muttering something under his breath. He sat up strait and stared at her holding her gaze. His mouth moved only this time drawing out the words “I hate you.” Izy’s eyes got really big as she choked back tears. She stood up, causing her chair to squeak as ran to the clinic.
She wound up going home after explaining to the nurse she want having a good day. “It was awful.” Izy cried into the phone. “Wow and I called to break up with you. I’m sorry but a long distance relationship just isn’t working for me.” Said Michael. Izy hung up the phone cussing at it as she tossed it at the wall. She opened her journal she was given by her mother.
Today was the worst day ever! I find out I have no winter clothes, so I practically froze to death. Some guy said he hates me…and I sit next to him on the bus and share all the same classes with him. And Michael broke up with me. Mum’s boss can kiss my a** for making us move to this hole.
She slammed her book closed and threw it at the wall. “Bella, dear what is wrong my little princess?” Her mother’s voice was calm and soothing. “I want to go home Mama.” Sobbed Izy. Tomorrow is a new day. Live it like one. I got you winter clothes at the mall. Come down and take them to your room and then come down for dinner.”
That evening Izy picked out her clothes for the next day. She finally decided on a grey turtle neck and black skinny jeans. She was going for the dark look tomorrow and she new just what to do with her hair and makeup for the following day. “RING, RING” went her phone on the floor. That thing stills works? “Hello?” she asked not having caller ID. “It’s Brendon I got your number from Maria. I hope what I said didn’t make you go home. I said that because I was mad about this morning I had already figured you would have a boyfriend but I still didn’t want a potential friend getting cold when I could have prevented it. What I said wasn’t true I don’t know you well enough to hate you. What I said and how I really feel towards you are completely opposite and I am really sorry I hope you can forgive me. Call me back at 249-“Brendon I’m here it’s not the voice mail!” damn it why do I always scream when It isn’t nice? “Oh, hey, yeah…” his voice trailing off. “I got to go…luv… ooops sorry reflex bye.” The dial tone rang in her ear. Does he like me?
Chapter 2: Best Friends
The next morning was even colder than the day before. The wind chilled Izy to the bones as she walked. She covered her throbbing nose as her eyes began to water. The bus had snow chains on the tires as it came into view. As she picked up her backpack she noticed that the thin layer of snow that had covered the ground the day before had gotten thicker as it accumulated on the bottoms of her boots. The bus was heated today as she almost ran to her seat. “Hey” Brendon said smiling. “So are we friends?” he asked as she sat down. “Yes and can you get everyone to start calling me Bella? My mum calls me that sometimes and it is a lot better than Izy.” She scorned at the thought of Izy being her new name. He nodded warming her hands again like yesterday. He hands were softer than any other she had ever felt. Her nose stopped throbbing when his warm hands swiped over her face. “Here take this. That is not a proper coat and the weather forecast suggests that a lot of snow coming down.” He said giving Bella his jacket. “But then people will suspect we are dating. And I don’t want you getting cold.” She said pushing the warm coat away. He shook his head and explained to her that up here and especially with him giving out jackets is like shaking hands. He wrapped the coat around her thin frame. It was warm…very warm, and it had the scent of a cologne that she could not put a name to. She inhaled deeply and stopped when she noticed his arm around her shoulder. “Sorry I’m trying to give you more body heat…your so skinny.” His voice trailed. Bella understood and nodded in return. He wrapped his arm a little tighter as they went around corners. His touch made her feel safe. He bent his head down and whispered in her ear “I think I’m in love with you.” breath minty and sweet. “Bella…” he breathed as he took her by the arms and threw her out the bus window. He was right behind her, grasping her. The ground came hard and sudden. “Brendon!!! Are you okay?” she asked wiping blood from her palm. He nodded, wincing as he stood. “We must get out of here I am so sorry I pulled you into all of this.” His voice came in sharp rasps. “What are you saying?” Bella asked, now on her feet. “Bella I am the King of Hell. I walk the earth collecting souls and bringing them to the underworld. I was cursed by a spirit I brought to hell. If I fell in love then a portal between earth and the underworld would be opened. Daemons of all sorts would be left to wander as they please. All they have to do to remain the walking undead is to make me suffer the ultimate loss…you. I have to bring you down to the underworld, making sure we aren’t attacked, make sure you are safe, and take care of the problem. You see, the spirit who cursed me was no ordinary demon…he was the Shadow King, the most powerful being ever to walk the earth. I have to seal the portal sealing him inside.” His eyes looked from side to side in anxiety. She nodded and with that, he grasped her around the waist and they shot through the earth. I am being hunted by demons…just the perfect way to start a relationship.
okay thats it for now. . .if you like it then I'll post more. . .if you dont I will post more anyway!!! 3nodding
Oh and the name Carpentiere came from me. . .that was my last name until my father changed it. Its a special name and its Itallian. . .go pizza lol and pasta. . .lmoa
 xXx-Nuala-xXx · Wed Mar 26, 2008 @ 11:12pm · 0 Comments |
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