Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 17, 2006 8:07:44 GMT
I provided several vampyres with fresh food and listened to their stories of the horrors they'd endured. Nothing like mine really, there was nothing worse than having family try to turn you good, made me want to vomit. They offered me a goblet of blood and I took it and drank deep. It was my time to rule here and I wasn't about to let anyone take away my new found power and freedom. I had been liberated from the shackles of good. I sat on a gilded throne and watched them feast on the innocents. I smirked and drank again. Here was my time to rule. My time was now. Darkness would wash over the land and I would be victorious, or so the seer had said. I rarely listened to their bollocks, if I wanted to rule the world I would and no one could stop me. That wasn't what I wanted. I wanted peace and freedom. Freedom to finally be me. I was detrmined not to give up anything, not even an inch, this was mine and I wasn't about to let some half-breed take me down. Did they really think they could kill this fuel, this burn? It was a blaze in my bones and I embraced it with all my heart. There was no one stonger than me and no one who could defeat me. I gazed at Grams' ring with fondness, how had I not realised that this simple ring could give me all this power? I had been so ignorant and know I was enlightened. I poured champagne and mixed it with the blood of the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, a virgin witch. So sweet . . . I smiled and laughed, here was now and it was my time . . .
