She appears with eyes red like strands of velvet, ribbons resembling that of those she pours with anger just as potent.

She coddles the toddler with a mocking expression, it’s mother’s screams falling on seemingly deaf ears, a twisted countenance with all emotions but grief, perhaps anger. An immortal child, a broken little thing with a hunger more insatiable than any other…

There are few things that I covet beyond blood and power, and yet in the cruelest twist of fate and fallacy blood becomes the very thing I seek to diminish. Empires built steadily in the name of my coven, the blind worship and ambitious palms filled with nothing but the bitter taste of my hunger slowly quenched lead to, my thrill and contemplation, choices decided entirely in the name of furthering my, or more decidedly,…

Before my time with Alice, I didn't really have anything you'd call a hobby. Nothing that really interested me. I had some skills when it came to music, but nothing like that of Edward when he learned to play the piano. I had very little I needed before. Though when one finds themselves with so much time on their hands they start picking up hobbies so to speak. Alice and I both have a fondness for Jazz music, and the blues.  They do tend to go hand in hand. So I found it only natural to…

One of the most stressful things as an adult is the ability to have fun with your life. The once youthful feeling of carefree imagination eventually gets replaced with the heavy weight of responsibilities and obligation.

While no one can escape the reality of responsibilities, it is high time we reminded ourselves that in prioritizing having fun amongst a sea of obligation is essential to living a good life.

When most think of “having fun”, they tend to think…