LovelyLilikka

"We all make mistakes, right?" he asked her.  She didn't answer, but he didn't truly expect her to.  "We're only human, after all."  He walked over to her and stroked her cheek.  A stream of tears ran from her eyes down the side of her face, until they were caught by the cloth gag he had tied around her mouth. Without warning, he pulled a knife from his belt and brought it up to her neck.  Her eyes grew wide as he drew it across her throat.  He pushed her over, blood rushing from the wound. "Or maybe not," he said, dropping the knife.  He turned and walked away, leaving h

"They call her the Dark Woman." "Who calls her that?" I asked Emily, looking up from my notes.  She glared at me, not bothering to hide her disdain.  When she didn't answer, I looked back down at my notes.  Direct eye contact always bothered her. "The voices," she said at last.  I knew what she was talking about.  She'd been coming to see me for about a year now, after her parents discovered her hiding in a corner, begging the voices to quiet down.  Even after all this time, she still firmly believed they were real, and not some auditory hallucination brought on by her condition. "Now Emily," I said, "the voices aren't really here."  As ex

"I know what you are." Those words rang in Nynnia's head for the next few hours.  The woman who had uttered the statement left shortly after, leaving Nynnia alone in the hospital room.  For some reason, the doctor had told her he wanted to keep her overnight for observations, contrary to what he had told her before. "I wonder if it had anything to do with that woman," Nynnia said aloud.  Strange as she was, at least the woman had been company for her.  With her gone, the room seemed far too empty and the beeping of the monitors was starting to get on her nerves.  It had been one hell of a day and she was just too tired to think about anythi

Name's Efren.  You might know me as lead singer and guitarist for the band XXX.  According to my bio on the band's site, we started out as a local band, playing from my garage, until we were discovered by the big-wigs at our record label.  But that's complete bullshit.  We were created by the record label to maximize profits for them. Even still, being a rock star must be amazing, right?  For the most part, I suppose it is, but because of my...unique lineage, it's not all it's cracked up to be.  See, I'm a nephilim: part human, part angel.  Turns out Daddy Dearest had a thing for mortal women.  So much so that he was willing to fall from gra