Young Writers Society

**Dont let this die... Incog say something XD**

need a new character still? I'd be happy to help.

I know I need to post.....

**I'm gonna go ahead with the plot between my characters Kay? Delilah needs to get in somehow!**

Jared

I was on my way home when I bumped into a total Blondie.

"I apologize, I should be more weary of where I'm walking..." I said, as I examined who i had walked into. Her blue irises stared at me as if in remembrance. She looked just like my lost sister, the one that had disappeared in that fire so many years ago. Delilah. How I missed her so, she was the one person that always had me smiling. With that radiance that had the entire room glowing with happiness.

"I-i, I'm sorry too." She said interrupting my thoughts. That voice was filled with familiarity, her eyes shined with curiosity. She stayed put in her spot as if glued to the ground.

"Er, sorry again to be bothersome. B-but may i ask your name?" I inquired, wondering if my long search was finished. She rocked back and forth on her heels, folding her arms.

"Of course, name's Delilah." She said smiling throwing her hand out to shake. I took her hand hesitantly, and smiled back at her.

"Mine is Jared." I murmured knowing it would spark a memory for her.

Delilah stopped dead in her tracks and her eyes widened. She slowly took her hand away, and shook her head.

"They told me you were dead...this cannot be..." She whispered, her eyes twinkling with soon to be tears. I watched her cry for a little bit, but then came to my senses.

"Well I'm not dead am i? I've been looking everywhere for you..." I said slowly. She was the only family i had left, the only person in our family i liked. I decided to pull out a straw, she began to laugh.

"You and your old habits." She said, giggling. She motioned for me to give her one too, she always liked to copy me.

**Yes, new members are much wanted **

*Lilly*

I stood frozen, as I watched Joshua transform from a normal looking dream creator into a... I honestly had no idea what he was. Now, he had one white angel wing, and one black, Vincent looking wing. One eye was a bright green, and his hair was stripped with black.

Vincent was crouched next to him, tears staining his face. I stood behind him, my mouth open. I knew I had just seen something huge, but I wasn't sure what it was.

Joshua stood in front of the mirror that Vincent had materialized, touching the mirror in shock. It was obvious that he couldn't understand what had happened. He stood there for more than five minutes, and then he turned to Vincent, shaking with anger. "What have you done to me?" he hissed.

Vincent wouldn't look at him. Joshua stepped closer, threateningly closer. "Answer me!" he screamed hysterically. When Vincent didn't answer him, Joshua lept at him, a scream of agony tearing through the throne room. I saw him dive for Vincent, and I couldn't let him hurt him. I materialized in front of Vincent and pushed Joshua away. He growled at me as he got up, and I hissed back. "Angry as you may be," I hissed at him. "You will not touch him."

I think that Joshua realized what he was about to do, and paled. He ran out of the room wordlessly, leaving Vincent and I alone. I knelt down next to him. "Vincent." I whispered. He didn't respond. He just kept his head bowed. I wrapped my arms around him and just held him for a few minutes. His body shook with retching sobs, and I cried with him. I knew that we weren't mourning for the same thing, but it's always nice to have someone to cry with.

I finally framed his face and had him look at me. He did so reluctantly, and I still couldn't help but be struck by his beauty. His eyes glittered like jewels and the way his mouth trembled...

"Vincent." I murmured. I bent down and touched my lips to his in a chaste kiss. I kissed him softly for a few moments, and he kissed me back. He pulled away first, but only about an inch away.

"I release you from your Tainted bonds. You are free." he whispered against my lips. I jerked away from him and he looked at me with a frown. "Why are you not free?" he whispered, more to himself.

"Why would you do that?" I asked him, my voice raised. "Why?"

He didn't answer, but just looked at me like he couldn't figure out why I was still there.

He finally answered me. "I freed you because you deserve better." he said, standing up.

"Why would you think that I want anything else?" I asked him, truly yelling now.

He looked away from me. "I just thought-"

"Don't even start with me." I told him. "I decide what is best for me and what isn't. You know why I stick around?" When he didn't answer, I asked him again. "Vincent, do you know?"

He finally looked at me. "Why do you stick around, Lilly?" he finally asked, his voice as cold as ice.

"Because I fucking love you!"



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There's my last post for a while Hope it's okay with you, Dreamwalker. Take it, Incog

**Joshua is very gentle in nature and would never hurt Vincent because of his ties with Vincent. Just thought I would warn you that you're pushing him wayyy out of character. Also, please refrain from using such vulgar words. Damn or hell is fine but such vulgar language in a storybook that is not rated R is not wanted, kay?**

Joshua

He collapsed in the hallway, sobbing loudly as his wings wrapped around him in a smooth embrace. His heart was fluttering like a bird. The heart of a child it was and one that he had been burdened with since the moment their world was created. The moment he stood alongside the very few dream creators that were true anscestors. The true spawns of angels and demons.

Joshua was shaking like a leaf, the sound of his pattering heart one that he couldn't control any longer. What the hell was he? Slowly, he stood, fingers grasping the walls in a mad attempt at rising.

He could not go to her... no he could not see Becca with this disastrous being that he now was. He could feel the world shifting below him.. or was it just his own unstable feet dragging him closer and closer towards the floor.

Vincent never came for him... the one person who would understand, would help, would lift him from this pain. Vincent would forget about Joshua cause Joshua was nothing more then a thorn in his side. Joshua thought that it was Vincent that needed him, but now he realized something he had not comprehended before. It was him, all along, that needed Vincent.

So now he was growing weaker and weaker as he stumbled about, trying with all his might to escape the castle of night, but the more he moved, the less he felt like he could.

Vincent

"Because I fucking love you!" The words settled into the darkness, Vincent staring at her aghast. His heart stopped beating, prevailing the needless human like instincts in his chest. He did not need this foolish heart of his to survive, but the beating to him was comfort in some odd way, always there, always constant in an ever changing world.

The foolish emotion, the emotion that he had tried to flush away forever seemed to have come back again, unsettling itself from the layer of dust that covered it. Truly, why was he feeling these ways, how come he wanted nothing more to take her into his arms and hold her close, repeatively saying how much he loved her?

The tears seem to leave him at this point in time, they had dried up, disappeared, and no matter how much he wanted to actually cry, he was unable to do so. So she did love him, but that didn't necessarily mean that he could actually love her back in the way that she desired. That feeling of well being, safety, and security would never reach him again. Those remote feelings escaped him, even at this moment in time.

His decision was made clear at this point. "If I said I loved you back, would you really want that? If I said that I could hold you in my arms forever and love you as I should, would that take away the sadness in your life? Would that make you a dreamcatcher once and for all?"

Lilly looked up at him with confused and watery eyes, "I love Vincent, that is all that I know at this point in time."

"What if I said I could never love you? That none of your aspirations would come true because of the monster I am."

"Stop it. Stop saying such foolish things! I don't care for your confusing words at this moment in time," She shook her head vigorously, hair fraying around her. "Why can't you just accept something, Vincent, as it is?"

"Because I already do that." He looked back at his throne, the stone wing embeloshing from it intimidatingly, meanwhile the other one slowly crumpled away. "It is all you people who fog things with your illusions and fantasies. You all think things are better then they actually are. But they are worse. There is nothing good in me, nothing worth loving."

"That is not true."

"You know it is." Vincent's face seemed to become molten as marble, eyes cold as ice, "My appearance is what attracts everyone to me, everyone has hopes to help the broken child."

"That is not true!"

"It is! Do not lie. I am just a challenge. If you can come out on top, you can just go off and brag to your friends. You are not wanted hear anymore. I do not wish to see your face. I would banish you from my court but it already seems I am unable to do so." The words came out quick and harsh, just as he intended. She would disappear from his life, simple as that without any complications of this emotion called love.

"Why Vincent? Why this onslaught of words?" She was in tears now.

"Simply because the feelings you feel towards me are mirrored unto yourself." She was gone out of his chambers, just as he had intended.

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~Incognito

Aw, Incog, that's so sad. ):

Becca

I sat alone at the table. Larinda was long gone and it was just me. Alone. Without anyone. Funny, how when I had always craved this this, to live as a dreamcreator in peace, that it makes me so unhappy. Why did I not go to him? To Joshua?

"Can I help you miss?" The waitor asked.

"No, no, I'm fine," I smiled. He nodded and walked away. This was it. I couldn't take it. I was going to go see him. All I knew was that he was with Vincent. I would even go to his place to see Joshua. I needed to talk to him.

I felt myself shift from where I was and to another passageway. There was a huddled figure by the way. I couldn't tell who it was.

"Joshua?" I whispered. The figure looked up.

"Becca," he asked, sounding shocked.

"It's me," I replied stepping foward.

**Is this alright Dream? I figured I needed to get in there somehow. (:

Yeah, sorry about that I kind of got into it

*Lilly*

I was furious. I got back to my room and grabbed the first thing I saw and threw it at the wall. It was a beautiful glass vase, but I didn't care. It gave me a satisfaction to hear the glass shatter. Just like my heart had.

I had my temper tantrum, and when I finally calmed down, I slid down the wall onto the floor. Tears wet my cheeks, and my throat was tight and sore from screaming and cursing. I knew for a fact that he could feel love, that he could feel more than he thought, but I had thought that admitting my feelings to him would change that. I thought that maybe he could finally move on from what ever had caused him such damage. I thought that I could change him.

I guess I was wrong.

I decided that I was going to leave. I thought that maybe once I was gone, he could realize what a big mistake he made. I knew he wouldn't keep me here. He didn't love me, so why would it even matter.

As I rushed around gathering up things, I thought about his words. I am just a challenge. If you can come out on top, you can just go off and brag to your friends.

What friends? He was my only friend. It made me even angrier, because I had known him for almost six hundred years, but he thought of me as some average girl who wanted nothing more than bragging rights. I knew why people hated this thing called love. It tore you apart and you still wanted more of it. It was like meth. It kills you but you can't help but have some more.

I had some of my things together and my mind was racing. Why is he like this? Why can't he be simple to read like everyone else? I stuffed a dress into the bag. This is such a nightmare.

And that was the thought that gave me a great idea. I grinned a pretty evil grin and laughed a pretty evil laugh. I threw everything out of the bag and sat down to concoct my master plan.

*Thats perfect Tiger . You entered at just the right moment.**

Joshua

She was standing there, staring down at me through those beautiful eyes of hers, face flushed with worry and hurt. I found peace in those eyes and yet turned, ashamed. Whatever the hell I was was no longer a dream creator and no longer something that could even somewhat stand in her presense.

"Please, Becca... go home."

These words hurt terribly but I kept my eyes on the ground, tears staining the floor continously as if an inner tap had been turned. I grimaced at the thought of looking weak in the eyes of one of the only people who thought me strong.

"I'm not leaving Joshua."

I blinked and raised my head, shocked. The look that once graced her features was now gone, replaced with a determined stare, so sharp and deep. My wings flooded behind me, body sprawling to get onto my feet so I was no cowering below her anymore, but I was weak. So weak...

"Joshua, please, sit," she ran over, hands outstretched to help me down. I hated the thought of being so pitiless. So useless. "You're very weak..."

"Becca, I told you to go home," I scowled seemingly.

"Do you really think I listen?" She chuckled. "I sure pissed off half those tainted's with their nightmares I changed."

"Which you really should stop doing. Vincent will be after you if you keep it up."

"Like I care what Vincent thinks. He's the king of bastards. Of all darkness and pain. Tainted's should leave us be."

I felt a sting erupt in my chest at her words because there was something she didn't know. Something I hated to admit but was the truth.

"Then I shall have to leave with them if a day such as that would occur..."

I could feel the blood rushing to my face, the dizziness of dehydration and stress becoming rampant.

"You aren't one of them," she grasped my face. "You're a dream creator, Josh. A dream creator."

"God damn it, look at me!"

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Becca

"I am looking, you stupid boy!" I shouted. "I've seen you since I've been here. I don't care! You're not one of them!"

"You don't know what I am," Joshua replied. Anger welled up so strong and feirce that I had to push it down for a moment.

"Don't you tell me what I do and don't know," I said, in a low, dangerous voice. "I know I may not be as smart as you or as brave, even, but I know you Josh. I know you would never be tainted. No matter what."

"Just look at me. Prove to me then," he said.

"Would you really hurt someone. Create a nightmare, something so terrible that it hurt them even when they weren't dreaming," I asked. I grabbed his face between my palms.

"Look at my damn it!" I yelled. I wanted to cry. I refused. I wouldn't cry - no I couldn't cry in front of him. He was a dream creator. He had to know that.

"Then you obviously DON'T know me," he responded. "Now go home, Becca. Leave me. I don't want you here. I want to be alone."

I dropped my hands. Although, I knew this wasn't true, it still hurt. I looked up at him, lips pursed and my feelings hidden from all eyes.

"I'm not leaving. I don't care want you say, I'm not!" I yelled. I wasn't even angry. I was upset. Sometimes I though sadness was better than anger, but not now.

I felt something tug at me. It was a nightmare. A terrible nightmare. Someone was really working on this, and I knew it. I had to help the poor human. I had to and Joshua was going to help me.

Joshua

She had no idea what creature sat before her. What terrible demon I had become. I wanted her to believe that I was a dream creator, let her ignorance be our bliss but I could not live a lie nor could I live a life where she always saw something in me that no longer existed.

I smiled at her, tears streaming so thickly now that I could feel the redness around my eyes sting and swell. She, of course, looked at me in a more stunned reaction, lips slightly party and head tilted to the side.

"Please, let me explain myself, my dear." I could no longer be angry with her, nor try to push her away. I would give her exactly what she wanted and that was the truth. "This black wing, this tainted atmosphere... can you not see that I am no longer apart of your world?"

Her eyes narrowed at those words, nostrils flaring.

"I know you still believe that I am good, but when push comes to shove I am more monster now then ever before. This blue eye, these black tresses, this emptiness that now burns inside me just waiting to eat me up in it's wake... they are all signs that I am no longer myself. No longer a man of light."

"But you're good, Josh..."

"I never said I wasn't." This was the hardest part to explain. "In fact, I cant tell you I dont feel the need to protect, but when looking at you now I see two sides of things that I had not before. Two worlds completely. The one I used to live in and the one that Vincent lives with his army of tainted's. I am apart of neither because I belong in both."

"But that doesn't make sense!"

"I know... I'm having a hard time understanding it myself but the fact remains that I have the urges to be hateful and spiteful more so then ever before. I wish to hurt the people who hurt me, to seize what I want without reprocutions, and to live without remorse. I never felt this hatred welling within me till this very day and now, now I feel the desperate wish for a nightmare of my own."

"But you cant..." I could she her downcast face look from me. "That isn't you, Josh. That boy sitting in front of me isn't you and I know it. Just close your eyes and think of wonderful things. I know you will be fine."

"I am fine already or at least fine as I'll ever be."

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Vincent

His eyes closed, his breathing slowed and he eclipsed into his tortured world of dreams and nightmares. He had reduced to sleep, to lay his head down after Elaine had passed away, for every time he did, she would return into his dreams, wearing a white sleeping gown billowing around her pale white skin, blonde curly hair undulating around her, eyes an icy blue.

He would reach out for her, most of the time never even making it, but in this case; he reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand. He felt the moistness of her tears, and the softness of her skin. Her misery filled beauty.

"Vincent, I love you." Her voice would trickle out, but her pale pink lips would not move. Longing to hold her close, to whisper sweet nothings in her ear once more would over come him, and as soon as he would grasp her close, she would be gone, just as she had when she had died.

Painful memories always surfaced in these dark sleeping times. He would wake up, small tears along his face, and never want to sleep again. But the onslaught of reality seemed too real for him. The commemorations of the repeated word of love. Alas, he just wanted to see her face, to touch her one more time to realize this putrid emotion did indeed exist and that it was indeed worth looking for.

But love again was a forgotten emotion, and he just waited for a heart to beat a long with his and only then would he know what indeed this love was.

He wiped the tears from her eyes this time, smiling weakly. Her unbelievable beauty encasing him once more. All misery and pain disappeared at her presence, the comfort of just having there. He knew it was coming, and he would not embrace her, for he wished to stand like this forever, seeing her tear struck eyes and hearing her pleading voice. He could not help her misery with simple words, because simple words could never break through the barriers of death.

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Somebody take it away~
~Incognito

Becca

"Josh...please," I said, quietly. "I know that you are fine but you are also not tainted."

"Becca," he sighed, looking down at me. I turned away from him. Why wouldn't he listen?

"Becca I'm not completely tainted and I don't see myself as evil, but I am what I am."

I shook my head. "Don't you see?" I asked. I couldn't stop it now. I felt one tear fall and then another. It was like in slow motion. I hadn't cried since...since I witnessed my firt nightmare. The first one I changed.

"Don't I see what?" He asked softly. He must have seen my tears. I turned away from him ashamed.

"Joshua, Vincent is...special to you," I replied. "I know this and I also know that Vincent is not truely all bad. No matter how much I want ot believe it. Just like you and I are not truely all good. We both have a little evil in us. That's just the way it is. Does thi make us tainted? Does it make Vincent the king of dreams? No. It's how we act and you are the most selfless person I have ever met. You're good, Josh."

I couldn't wait for his reply. I turned around and wrapped my arms around him. I hugged him whether he wanted me to or not.