EMnEmElvis

 The rest of the 1 chapter
 

  Apparently he was pretty stupid so I just went along with it. “Well my name is Elizabeth. I hate my name because I think it’s to common and one of my nicknames it Izzy. I’m not a demon because I don’t even know what they are. Plus I’ve always hated makeup.”
Ok the first part and the last sentence I said was true. I absolutely hate my name. I mean it’s nice it’s pretty and all but its way too common there are like 3 people whose names are Elizabeth at my school. Luke says I should be proud of my name because it means “God is my oath” but it means just the opposite for a demon.
“Well we’ve learned some subjects about each other now can I kill you,” asked my captive.
“Yes well there’s one thing about you I don’t know,” I corrected him.
“What is that?”
“Your name and what you are,” I said.
He seemed shocked, “I’m..,” he started to say but stopped.
“I know what you’re pulling. I’m not as stupid as you think, demon.”
“What? I want to know your name and I’m not a demon I’ve never seen one before,” I protested.    
Apparently he had gotten feed up with me and through me on the floor. I got up in seconds. Ha, I said in my head. He was about you punch me but in his hand I seen something. It glowed like a crystal ball or something. Immediately I kicked it out of his hand and he screech. He’s hand was bleeding blue blood. I guess I kicked it really hard. His gaze went from his bleeding hand to me.
“Well some one is light on there feet!” he said with a smirk on his face.
I shrugged my shoulders and got ready to fight. He took the first punch and immediately I grabbed his hand out of mid air and bent it back wards. He screeched again; this time with more pain. I had to cover my ears.
I kicked him in the back of the legs and he feel to the ground. I ran out into the hall way and seen that the smoke had cleared and the some students were coming, I ran toward the two students. It was Natalie and Justin.
“Hey Izzy what are you doing there’s a fire in the building?” Justin said as I ran toward him.
“Oh just trying to get the new kid out he must of got out of the window cause I didn’t see him,” I replied.
We ran outside to the rest of the group. I’d seen him, the gold eyed freak. He was with the teacher. Mr. Taylor looked up at me and motioned me to come over to him. I knew I was in trouble. I ran over to Mr. Taylor and asked, “Yes, sir.”
“Miss. Michaels, this young man says that you had pushed him out a window,” he said questionably.
“Um I don’t know what you, or he, is talking about, sir,” I replied.
“Yes well are you sure you didn’t see any thing happen?”
“I just walking in to the class room and seen that he was in there still so I banged on his desk and he pushed me out of the room, sir.” I looked over at the monster, who was in human from, then back at Mr. Taylor. “I went back in and he wasn’t there the window was open so I guessed he’d jumped out or something.”
Mr. Taylor nodded his head and looked back at the kid’s hand. He amazingly wasn’t hurt as bad as it looked from the class room. I looked at it some more; I’d seen something sparkling around his hand. Magic I thought that must be it but how could it be healing so fast. Oh wait I told my self I’m a demon. I guess I was acting so well I believed I was completely human myself.
“William will you excuse me and Miss. Michaels,” Mr. Taylor asked the so called William.
“Yes, sir. I should be fine well you two talk,” he gazed at me and he’s eyes flashed from gold back to blue. He smirked at me and I stuck my thong out at him.
“Elizabeth,” Mr. Taylor motioned me toward the front of the group.
“Coming, sir,” I said watching ‘William’ walk to the back.
“What did you see exactly?” he asked. He seemed worried and like he almost knew what I was.
“That’s how it went, sir. I guess he fell asleep and he got nerves or something.” I lied. Should I tell him that ‘William’ changed form, which he was from a British exchange student in to a monster with talons, yellow teeth, and golden eyes and had blue blood? The fact that neither he nor I are human. That I might be telling a mortal about demons and monsters and that, maybe just maybe, that there is such thing as a hell. I couldn’t give ‘William’ away with out giving myself away. How could I tell him if it meant that me and my brother would be in moral danger? How could I tell my favorite teacher that I’m a monster, a monster that I had to keep a secret or I would die and that, I thought, I might as well be better off dead with my mother in the Underworld? That I might as well just leave and save every body else the trouble of dealing with me…

 DEMON HEART
 

 Izzy
Life.
It’s not so hard once you think about it. Yeah you’ve got the drama of high school, the homework, the job, and basically every thing else but it’s not that bad. For a normal human anyway. Am I saying that I’m not normal, well yeah. But trust me, being normal is over rated.
Although being a demon is new for me. The wings and the powers those are cool, and the adrenalin rush is insane. But being attack 24/7 gets annoying after a while. If mom hadn’t left me, my brother, and my Dad alone with this problem we’d probably be able to get through it. Yet I can’t blame her for having to leave.
So here I was in homeroom, and this new guy who I sit in front of kept staring at me like I was his next meal. That’s the thing with being a demon, every monster wants to eat you. I could fell his cold blue eyes staring at me, or at less that’s what everyone else sees. I’ve seen his real form and it’s not pretty. All the girls, except me, were falling all over him just ‘cause of his accent. Yeah he a so called “exchange student.” An exchange student from hell if you ask me, but so am I. Except I’ve lived in this town for like my whole life.
 I had a felling that he’d follow me home and I’d have to kill him, or it I should say. I wasn’t sure what he was exaltedly. He’s eyes were gold and his skin was tan. He always wares the same blue jeans and a black t-shirt with a gray sweat shirt. Plus if you’ve got good smell like me and my brother, Luke, he smells like a mix of death, axe clone, and cinnamon. The cinnamon smell is the way you can tell it’s a monster. It’s weird because you’d think it was the death smell not cinnamon. I guess they want to invite everything in, so that they can devourer it.
Mr. Taylor is our Latin instructor, he’s my favorite teacher and I’ve always loved his class. He was the only teacher in the seven schools I’ve gone to that I’ve really like. Yeah my brother and I have sort of destroyed some of our schools we’ve gone to or got expelled from the school. Don’t blame me blame the monsters that’s what I tell my dad.
“Miss Michaels what is the proper saying of this so called curse they used to say in Grease,” Mr. Taylor asked me. I was one of his prized students so he asked me to do a lot of stuff for him.
“Um it looks like…,” I started to say when all of a sudden there was explosion outside in the hallway. Half of the class including myself got up and looked out side of the class room door. The fire alarm stated going off and the sprinklers in the building were spraying everywhere. Some of the girls in my class that were now out in the hallway screamed because the water was messing up their makeup. I just laugh. I’m not much of a girly girl; I’m more of a tom-boy.
We started walking out of the building when I realized that the new kid was still in the class room. I ran back and banged my fist on his desk. He axiomatically woke up and got up.
“Hey there’s a fire lets go,” I told him.
“I know now scram peasant,” he yelled at me.
“Then go,” I told him. He got up out of his set and started walking toward the door. He stop in the door way and looked out as if to see if anyone was in the building. Then he turned toward me and he’s eyes turned to their actually form, gold. I shuddered and backed up.
He smelled the air, “Ah a demon I see,” he said in pride.
I gulped, "yeah what’s-it-to-ya.”
He started walking toward me and as he step toward me I stepped back. Now that I think about it felt like we were dancing, which looking back on it seems a little weird. But I wasn’t as stupid as the other girls. Finally I stepped back into a desk. I looked up and seen his gaze was too much to bear.
“Come now darling do you truly believe you could resist me.”
He was right I couldn’t look in his eyes I had to block his gaze. I looked around and realized it would take a while for everyone to notice that I was gone. I decided the only thing to do was open up my wings and fight my way out.
“You could fly away but that’s cowardly. Why would you any way?”
I could the windows were open and all I had to do was jump out and spread my wings. But I wouldn’t back down from a fight. I looked up at him and found that he was gone. Or was he?
“Now,” said a voice behind me, “why don’t you just close your eyes and I’ll make this fast. If you be quiet I can make sure that it won’t hurt that much.”
I tried to turn around but he had my arms in a death trap. I had a crazy idea but it was my only choice.
“You know maybe we should get to know each other first before you kill me. And btw what is a demon?” I said to him trying not to give my self away.
“Well,” he started to say, “I’m your threat and I’m going to kill you. A demon is you. They have wings and they have certain powers.” 
 

ANYONE KNOW HOW TO ADD A BACKGROUND TO YOUR PROFILE???

That momment when you're sitting in the computer lab for english in the second to last row by your self, just on the internet with your headphones on and the teacher doesn't think that anything you're doing is a little susppious I LOVE IT!!                                                                                                     
           <3<3 GO PARAMORE!!!!!! <3 <3          

girl : Am I pretty?
Boy : NO.
Girl : Do you want to be with me forever?
Boy : NO.
Girl : Would you cry if I walked away?
Boy : NO.
She heard enough, and was hurt. She walked away,
tears ran down her face. The boy grabbed her arm.
Boy : Your not pretty, your beautiful. I don't want to
be with you forever, I NEED to be with you forever.
And I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I would DIE.
(Boy whispers) : Please? Stay with me.
(Girl whispers) : I will.
Tonight at midnight your true love will realize they
love you. Something good will happen to you
between 1-4 pm. Tomorrow it could be anywhere.
Get ready for the biggest shock of your life! If you
don't post this to 5 other pages. You will have
relationship problems for the next 10 years\ 

•7th grade
boy: I like her and i want you to tell her for me.
boy's friend: ok

boys Friend: hey, he likes you, you want to go out?
Girl: um.. no. sorry.

•8th grade:
boy: i like her and i want her to know..will you tell her.
boy's friend: sure

Boy's friend: he likes you and he wants to go out with you.
Girl: no i like someone else.

•That Summer:
Boy: i like her and i want to tell her.

Boy: i like you and i want to go out with you.
Girl: no i just want to be friends.

•few days later:
Girl: He likes me but i don't like him
Girls' friends: i don't think he will bother you again. i dare you to go out with next guy to ask you out.
Girl: ok

•The next day:
Boy: i really like you will you please go out with me.
Girl: yes
boy: what?!
Girl: yes!
boy:YESS!!!
Girl starts to fall for the boy.

•Exactly one month later:
Girls friend: i think its time you break up
Girl: ok.. (secretly doesn't want to but is too afraid her friend will hate her if she said no)
Boy: hey
Girl:hi
Boy: hows it goin?
Girl: its fine.
Boy: whats wrong?
Girl: i think we should break up..
Boy: what..?
Girl: we should break up.
Boy: why...
Girl: its just.. we never see eachother any more
Boy: I can change that
Girl: I've never met your family
Boy: I can change that
Girl: I just don't feel that way for you anymore.
Boy: I wish i could change that.
Girl: I'm sorry.
Boy: i know.
Girl: i'm sorry.. i have to go.
Boy: thanks for trying.

•The next day
Boy: Hey
Girl: I'm sorry
Boy: No i'm happy we broke up i could tell we weren't going anywhere too.
Girl: ok.

•Freshman
Girl: (playing their song) I like him.. i have since we first started dating. but i can't tell him, i can't tell anybody.

•Sophmore
Boy has a new girlfriend
Girl: (playing their song) i like him.. i still do.. but i can't tell him. i can't tell anybody.

•Junior year
Boy and his girlfriend broke up.
Girl: I like you. I always have and I always will.
Boy: I'm sorry i like someone else.
Girl runs away crying.

The next day the boy finds a note in his locker.
I told you i like you. but i was wrong. i ment I love you. But you don't love me. I wish i could change that. I'm sorry for that day back in 8th grade. I really didn't want to. I'm gone now, I've been sick for a while now. By the time you read this I'll be in the hospital on life support. I just needed to tell you before i go. I love you. Don't for get that.
Boy stares at the paper for a long time and runs down the hall. He went to her house. but she wasn't home.

•The next day:
Boy goes to the hospital and tells the nurse who he wants to see.
Nurse: it seems she checked out yesterday.
Boy: She's better?
Nurse: I'm afraid not. she had cancer and she passed away, yesterday. I'm sorry.
the boy stares at the floor, he runs out the door and down the street.

•The next day:
At her Funeral
The boy asks to speak.
Boy: A few days before i received a note from her. (he reads the note.) and i wanted to tell her before she left that I loved her, i love her. i loved her for a long time. and there is nothing i can do now. nothing. all i can say is i love you and now your gone.. I wish i could change that. The Boy starts crying and so does everyone else.

The Boy ends up marrying her friend that told her to break up with him. When he found that out that she did that, he killed himself to be with The Girl. He was 28.
REPOST or you will have bad luck in love for 28 years.
RePoSt and somebody will tell you they love you tomorrow and you will get good news tonight at midnight.
Repost if you have a heart and want to find a cure for all serious diseases including cancer..
Repost for all of the people who fear death is at there door
Repost for people with cancer   

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 Love is just Fait's way of saying,
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
It hurts when it's gone, and it hurts when you've caused some one pain because of it. Curse love and it's torturous ways, why the Hell does it have to do this to us, why in God's name dose it have to hurt the person we love as well. So much that both of us want to kill our selves. Curse love and Fait for laughing in our faces, may my life end with the love i felt for him. I am now hated and no one, NO ONE, can stop it. I wish all the things I said I could take back, but it's too late. Why the Hell am I like this? I just needed to vent to someone other than my friends from school, if i tell them the real story then I might as well go back in time to the 13th century and say I'm a witch. I've messed with his mind and his heart, yet all the things I said was true. I do love him and I want to be with him.... It's just, we're to different people that can never love and that can never be together now because I am unwanted, unloved, the opposite of beautiful, the devil to his world, I've caused him to hate his life even though it's perfect. I am the one that has caused everyone to believe in something (or someone for this matter) that doesn't exists. If I could take it all back, I would. If I got the chance to go back in time, I would tell my self, "Don't do this, it's a massacre. You'll kill yourself and the ones you love." I can't now, this is reality, not science fiction. I wish I could rewrite everything, I wish i could take it all back, and I would tell him in person, "I love you." But, because of my stupid mistake, we can't be together, any ways I wouldn't be able to be with him. He's to damn perfect for me.
Love is just Fait's way of saying,
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

 

Don't you just love
how you can be in the back of the room,
and text or mess around on the internet,
and the teacher doesn't know!
^_^
Makes me feel like a
NINGA!