Dramaqueenandie

The nights were harsh and unforgiving The days felt much the same Hauled out of our humble homes Eager to pick out the flaws They loomed over us, demanding as a newborn child Holding so much power, power none of us possessed Their call was seductive like a siren's song Pulling me in, beckoning me closer We were the victims of fate, a terrible mistress A rabbit pinned in the headlights, frozen The weak ones faltered and joined the fray And I had been oh so weak The power was overwhelming It consumed all in its path The insatiable thirst for dominance Addicting, like a poor man's vice It had all soon taken me over As the devil

Loki sat on his bed, his eyes wide and alert, as his thoughts all screamed inside his head. He knew that Darcy would be his ticket of this clump of dirt but he didn't have the exact details worked out. How can I get her to trust me? He thought, realising that it would be necessary for his scheme to even have a chance at working. Then he remembered what he saw of Darcy's memory earlier. That boy, Jesse, looked a great deal like him and maybe he could use that to his advantage. She had obviously fallen for the boy easily and maybe with his similar dark hair and emerald eyes, he could make her fall for him too. Loki grinned as everything began

Darcy woke the next morning in the day before's clothes that she had neglected to take off. She glanced over to her t.v and picked up the remote, switching it off. As she sat up her head began to throb and she raised her hand to her forehead out of instinct. She thought back to the night before, searching her mind for the cause of the pain but it was all a little fuzzy. She slipped out of the bed gingerly and rubbed her eyes as she strode out off her bedroom and towards the kitchen. Jane and Thor sat on the couch, Jane's head pressed onto Thor's chest as he slept. She glanced up at him and smiled, feeling his chest rise and fall softly benea

Darcy laid on her bed as her mind swam with thoughts, all competing to be the one that she focused on. Loki was so damaged and she desperately wanted, with all her being, to fix him. No one deserved to be that broken. Then a thought reached the front of her mind, a memory she had long since forgotten. It was a hot day at Matthew High, the sun burned in the sky, letting all the students below know its dominance over them. Darcy glanced up at the blue sky, watching as a v of birds flew towards a new home. She was sitting on a long wooden bench in the middle of the school yard, students all around her, sitting in groups and talking about the la

Loki woke in a cold sweat. He winced as the pain he felt on the sand still flared through him. As he slowly hauled himself up to a sitting position he began to inspect his surroundings. He glanced down at his injury and saw the bandage wrapped around it. A scowl broke out on his face. Injuries were a sign of weakness and there was nothing he detested more than weakness. The light blared into the room, obnoxiously announcing the arrival of the new day. He squinted as it shone straight into his eyes. The sound of soft footsteps behind him caused the wounded god to turn around. The girl who had first seen him was padding into the small kitchene

Her gorgeous baby boy lay sleeping in her arms. She was torn. She wanted to stay here and be with her son but at the same my time her heart longed to be at Hogwarts. The thought of Remus fighting for his life and possibly losing it sent sharp pains through her chest. Finally her she gave into her heart and apparated to the Hogsmeade. The once thriving town was now occupied with a few people fleeing to and from Hogwarts. She stopped for a moment, reminiscing all the memories she had of the once busy town. She quickly pulled herself out of her thoughts and continued on her way to Aberforth's tunnel. She made her way down the dark passageway int

It had been eleven years since I had visited that village. I don't know what caused me to visit on that day, it was not in any way special. The sun didn't shine any brighter nor did the clouds linger overhead more thunderous. I walked right up to that door, the door that had kept me in so long ago. My hand reached out to the lock and carefully twisted it and I made my way inside. I saw dear Joe, resting by the fireplace, his head softly nodding in his slumber. I turned to the kitchen and followed the gentle smell of a dinner just finished. A woman stood over in the corner, a small child dozing in her arms. The woman was Biddy, but not the Bid

Loki propped himself up onto his hands and surveyed his terrain, realising he had been thrown to the exact location that Thor had. He scowled at the thought of being punished as his brother had but shook the thought off and looked over himself to find the source of the stabbing pain shooting through his calf. Blood was spilling over his pale skin and onto the pattern inscribed into the sand. He moved his hand over the wound and closed his eyes, putting all the energy he could find within himself into his hand. He groaned in frustration as it continued to bleed, the blood was spilling out fast and furious and Loki cursed himself for trying to