I Want My Innocence Back {Open}

[*Emilie McCarthy]

Emilies Apartment

She's locked up with a spinning wheel
She can't recall what it was like to feel
She says "This room's gonna be my grave
And there's no one who can save me"
She sits down to her colored thread
She knows lovers waking up in their beds
She says "How long can I live this way
Is there no one I can pay to let me go
'Cause I'm half sick of shadows
I want to see the sky
Everyone else can watch as the sun goes down
So why can't I

And it's raining
And the stars are falling from the sky
And the wind
And the wind I know it's cold
I've been waiting
For the day I will surely die
And it's here for I've been told
That I'll die before I'm old
And the wind I know it's cold

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Emilie chuckled to herself as she removed her headphones from her ears, that part of the song really was ironic to Emilie in her eyes; she had been dead for a while. Just over one hundred years she'd been dead. No longer did Emilie miss Dublin, her home was now in New York. Slowly she swung her legs out of her bed, shivering slightly as her feet hit the cold wooden floorboards in her bedroom. She sighed and made a mental note to set a timer for when the heating would come on. It always seemed to be freezing when she was awake. Emilie dragged her hand through her hair and wandered from her bedroom to her kitchen, the only sound in the whole apartment apart from Emilie's footprints was that of her alarm clock, letting her know it was time to get up now the sun had set. Emilie had developed a routine in her years as a vampire. At 7pm she woke up, did the necessities and went out, coming home at 4am normally, 6am at a push.So following her routine Emilie dragged herself to kitchen, not even bothering to cover her clothes from the night before as she'd just pulled off her dress and fallen into bed with a dressing gown. As Emilie reached the kitchen, she reached for the cupboard closet to her and pulled out a cup and carefully shut it, placing the cup near the kettle. Turning it on, she got a teaspoon from the drawer and spooned two sugars into her cup and adding a teabag, leaving the kettle to boil, she wandered into the bathroom and turned on the shower, stripping off and climbing under the stream. Just standing there for a moment, enjoying the ripples of pleasure to flow through her body that the water hitting her skin caused, slowly she ran her hands through her hair and grabbing the bottle of shampoo from beside her on the rack and pouring a small amount on her hands then massaging it in. Emilie was in the showering for nearly an hour before she stepped out, wrapping a towel around her and tieing her hair back with a towel. Carefully rubbing her feet on the fluffy bath matt she had placed just outside the door and padded on into the kitchen.


As Emilie flicked the switch to reboil her kettle, she stared out her window, smiling slightly as she poured the water from her kettle into her cup and stirring quickly, removing the teabag, holding the cup in one hand and clutching at her towell with her other she wandered back into her bedroom. Humming to herself, Emilie placed the teacup on her bedside unit and bent over slightly, rubbing the towel against her very long and very bright red locks. When she was done she just dropped the towel onto the floor and kicked it in the direction of her clothes hamper, Emilie wandered over to her wardrobe and selecting a dress at random pulling out a black dress. She threw it onto the bed and went into her bathroom, coming back and yet again chucking it in the direction of her hamper, she rubbed herself down with the towell and pulled on her dress, slowly wandering over and picking up anything that had missed the hamper. When she had changed her underwear, she changed her stockings and pulled on some gloves, and did her make up, taking time to draw on the little red heart underneath her right eye. All that was needed was for her to pull on her shoes and head out but Emilie had one last thing to do, she sat on her bed cross legged for a moment and sipped at her tea, quieting thinking to herself about what she was going to do tonight. Feed or find something to entertain to herself. Once Emilie had made up her mind, she slid off her bed and placed her cup on her bedside table and wandered to her front door, slipping on her army boots and wandering out. Carefully she shut the door behind her and slipped her key into one of the many concealed pockets she had sewn herself.


Emilie wandered out from the apartment block abd onto the streets, heading in the directions of the clubs but instead of going down her usual route she went down the dark alleys instead, humming to herself. She was a big girl now she could handle anything thrown at her. She went this way and that, down different alleys.Not really heading anywhere just wandering down different alleyways lost in her thoughts for a moment, not noticing he was singing to herself.

"She looks up to the mirrored glass
She sees a handsome horse and a rider pass
She says "That man's gonna be my death
'Cause he's all I ever wanted in my life
And I know he doesn't know my name
And that all the girls are all the same to him
But still I've got to get out of this place
'Cause I don't think I can face another night
Where I'm half sick of shadows
And I can't see the sky
Everyone else can watch as the tide comes in
So why can't I"

[loujjx]

The clang of little bells sounded through out the dark glazed music shop as two brightly dressed customers walked in. The walls were black with large splatters of blood red fusion paint. The shop was eerie and mystifying, the place that Drea could have easily called her second home. The wooden floors were dull beneath her feet, and creaked as she took each and every step. Vinny was behind the counter, impishly flirting with a girl around the age of 18. Her black sleak hair steadied at her shoulders. From behind the Grunge aisle, Drea could only see her backside. The female was slender with long legs and tight curves. Of course, Drea silently mused. Vinny was always after the dark mysterious, but extremely hot type of girls. He liked long legs and a slender build. "They have no boobs, that's no fun, Drea used to continuously tease him. "But they've got nice tight asses, Vinny used to chortle, pinching her butt as her walked by her. Drea loved vinny, he was like the brother she never had. And possibly the best room mate she could ask for. People have continuously asked her if the two of them were dating. Honestly, Drea couldn't see herself dating vinny, not that she hasn't thought of it before, but the two of them were to close to ruin what they had.

"Stop staring at me, girl. If you want some all you have to do is ask," Vinny called out, winking from across the room. Drea blinked once, twice, thrice before realizing she was still looking in his direction. The slenderly built girl was gone, and the colorful customers were exiting the shop as she walked past the aisles toward him. "Can I have some?" Drea smirked, plopping herself on the counter and turning to face him. "You already know," Vinny puckered his lips making kissy noises, "You already know, darling." Drea slightly pushed his face away from her with her brutally tattood hands, "Aye, you wish!" Vinny chuckled as he headed toward the shop door, locking it. His jet black hair brushed against the nape of his neck and his features were smoothe, almost like a child. Like Drea, Vinny was filled with tattoos in various places. His arms were thinly outlined with muscle and his chest was pressed against his tight black t-shit. He wore tight jeans with combat boots. "Today went by quick, dont'cha think," he glanced over his shoulder. "Yeah, I guess," Drea drew her leg up and smirked, "But you don't really work do you? You just pick up one chick after the other." Letting out a breathe of false shock, her friend drew a hand to his chest, "I must not let my natural skills go to waiste."

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The streets were filled with their usual boisterous nonesense. As dark as it was, the night air was filled with sounds and lights. The streets were packed with moving bodies and the cars were jammed together. Every now and then, a long exclusive honk broke out into the noisy night. Voices and faces of diverse people were flying by. The sounds barely dieing out as Drea passed each and every one. She took long strides, wanting to go home and finally rest. The clock struck 8pm as she stepped out of the shop. Vinny would catch up easily, but he had some business with that long legged slender girl back at the shop. Often, that meant a one night stand. "I'll see you later tonight, I'll be home later tonight, I got that chicks number, etc," usually meant the obvious. Drea wouldn't be seeing his face till the next morning or possibly the next two days. It never bothered her, really. She liked to have her 'alone' days now and then. They helped her focus on more girly aspects, rather then spending most of her time with a male.

Drea had picked up speed, and continued to hurry across the street. A taxi driver slammed on his horn, sticking his head out the window and yelling out obsanities. In return, she gave him a simple rude hand jesture. Oh how Drea loved nights in New York City. People were always alive, always awake, and always ready for trouble. Making a turn around one of the blocks, she caught glimpse of an ally way that could possibly lead her home faster. How could she have missed it the many times she walked by from here? Without much thought, Drea did a complete u-turn and headed it. The walls were draped close, but not enough to fully touch her. She disliked closed off spaces, but Drea didn't mind. She just wanted to get home. The thought of a soft soundless sleep was beautiful to her. She wouldn't be awoken by Vinny's loud snores every now and then.

[*Emilie McCarthy]

And it's raining
And the stars are falling from the sky
And the wind
And the wind I know it's cold
I've been waiting
For the day I will surely die
And it's here for I've been told
That I'll die before I'm old
And the wind I know it's cold

But there's willow trees
And little breezes, waves, and walls, and flowers
And there's a moonlight every single night
As I'm locked in these towers
So I'll meet my death
But with my last breath I'll sing to him I love
And he'll see my face in another place"
And with that the glass above her

Emilie continued on her way through the alleyways not taking a care in, skipping every now and again, singing along to herself. Her flowing flaming red hair curled up into tight ringlets and pinned mostly to the back of her head, the odd curl framing her face. A sleek mini top hat perched on one side of her head, netting over her face. Her jacket protecting her from the cold chill in the air that night. Emilie's ears twitched for a moment, she could hear something someone else's footsteps. She stopped dead for a moment and sighed softly for a moment, now all she needed to know was it a fellow vampire or was it one of those flea bitten runts that called themselves werewolves or a human. With every inch of elegance in her she jumped up onto the wall next to her and did what called 'flitting', using one her most useful skills as a vampire, her unusually fast pace. She flitted to close to where she had heard the footsteps but hanging back in the shadows, only the slight glow from her pale skin gave away her presence. Tilting her head slightly, she wasn't sure what to make of this one. She didn't smell like a werewolf, didn't act like a vampire. Left only one option, Human. Emilie took a step back and jumped off the wall, onto the pathway. Not making a sound, she never did. It was an art she had perfected over her many years. Hanging back in the distance Emilie followed her, turning the volume down on her iPod touch in her pocket. This girl interested Emilie and she didn't know why, there was just something intriguing about her.

Emilie signed softly, she should go feed, she could feel the hunger rising up inside her, it was then her finger slipped and she caught her finger slightly on a brooch she'd left in her pocket, unbeknown to her, the pin had come loose and she had scraped her finger on it and she chuckled slightly as she backed away carefully, her eyes still on the girl. Backing away ever so slowly, not noticing the trash can behind her and backing right up into it. "Shit!' She cursed rather loudly, then cursed again in her head. "Well dont idiot, let her know your here... should just jump out and go boo!" She mentally scolded herself. Emilie stayed very still, hoping that the girl hadn't heard her, even though she knew that was very unlikely. As elegant as Emilie was she was clumsy to boot.

Cracked into a million bits
And she cried out "So the story fits
But then I could guess it all along
'Cause now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me"
She went down to her little boat
And she broke the chains and began to float away
And as the blood froze in her veins she said
"Well then that explains a thing or two
'Cause I know I'm the cursed one
I know I'm meant to die
Everyone else can watch as their dreams untie
So why can't I

[loujjx]

Hey hey! For us, under the jurisdictions of humans, there are screaming characteristics under the eternal jurisdictions of humans
Prejudiced and treacherous humans are shit; start moving, I'll Fight

From the fangs of sadistic punishment, I will chop up the existence of my natural enemies
From the greed of the typical near future, in a nation that can't change
Let's slander the war debate amongst idiots
Let's slander the war debate amongst idiots

Drea had been lost in thought for as long as she had been walking. The sudden sound had caused her to slightly jump. The loud japenese screamo had erupted within the alley, causing echoes to blow off the narrow walls. Sticking her hand into her large black and eerie tote bag pulling out her Highlight Ice. Her lips pulled into a thin smile as she accepted the call. "That didn't take long," Drea chuckled, as she paused her walk and leaned against the blackened wall. "I am so in!" Vinnys voice echoed back at her. It had been his habit to call Drea and let her know of his every second business after the first year that they had lived together. "Ew, wait till she sees your bush, she won't want you anymore," Drea grinned, although she knew that he couldn't possibly see her. "Fuck you, I'm all clean. Not that I can say much for you," Vinny recoiled with deffensiveness, but he was laughing as well. "Yeah yeah, asshole," She giggled before ending the call. Honestly, Drea wouldn't know what to do with out him. He was to funny for words.

Resuming back to her walk, she lightly placed the phone into her back pocket. No need to rumage for it if it rings again. Her eyes draped along the rest of the alley way. The dim and moist heat was pressing against her. It was eerie and dull within the narrow walls of the buildings. The stench of sweat and rotten eggs fused into her nostrils, making her stiffle a cough. Nasty, she covered her mouth with her hand, and squinted her eyes, although the scent didn't burn them. She did it out of pure habit. The loud clanks of her combat boots echoed through out the alley. One step, clunk. Two step, clunk clunk. Three step, clunk clunk clunk. Purposely stepping into puddles and watching the water reach for higher places. Her eyes were dwelling at the water drops that slipped from her shoes. Drea hadn't really given thought to her outfit today. She wore lace stockings with wripped and torn up shorts, a black and purple v-neck t-shirt, and her combat boots. Of course, she had a jacket with her too.

"Shit." The voice was faint, but harsh enough for Drea to hear. She had paused, slowly turning around. Maybe she had stepped on a bums shoe? Or possibly bumped into one? No. There was no one there, except the dark corners of the alley. A clang of the garbage can had rang against the walls. Narrowing her eyes, she eyed the dark space by the trash cans. "Who's there?" She called out with a shrewd and grudgeful voice. This wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to rob her. "Don't fuck with me, show yourselves," Drea shriveled her voice even more. And it wouldn't be the first time she's seriously kicked ass. Crossing her arms and putting her weight on one foot, Drea screwed her face into cold glare. But at what, she honestly did not know.