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Thu, 26 Aug 2010 08:19:10 +0200

"They Are Real People, With Real Incomes, That Are Motivated By The Idea Of Enjoying Family Life Free Of Debt, Political Correctness & A Lifelong Dream Of Beautiful Uninterrupted Sunshine!"
Now it's time for you to take the idea of living in the sun seriously, after all you have stumbled across our website for a reason. If you want to carry on with the same routine that you currently have in England that's fine - but have you ever thought that there is a much better life out there for you?
Our aim at Living In The Sun is to point out all the wonderful things about our life in the sunshine and give you the opportunity to come and join us. We are going to say that moving abroad and becoming an expat is a piece of cake because it isn't. You will suffer your own ups and downs but the end result can be truly amazing!
We are here to work through the whole process with you, from penning down your very first thoughts through to settling down and making new friends in your chosen country. We can even help you with the things you might have considered such as your driving licence or residency documentation.
We are totally independent at Living In The Sun giving you the peace of mind that we are not tied to any estate agent or large organisation - just real people that have taken the step that you are yearning to take.
What we wasn't expecting was how different Living In The Sun actually was compared to the information that we had been fed through online forums and other expats in similar situations to ourselves. Another huge drawback was that people we met were generally over the age of 65 and didn't have knowledge of the education sector or finding employment if you were looking for a local job.
Within the Living In The Sun website we have put together all the different nuggets of information that we have found since moving abroad. There is literally something for everyone on this website whether you are young or planning your retirement in the sun.
We all like to have knowledge of what services are available to us so that we can make informed choices and along the way save as much money as we can. One thing you will find though is that it will never be plain sailing all the way - things will happen just like it will in every country and those that blend in from the beginning and try to mix with the fellow expats the most will have the best success Living In The Sun.

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Hi

Tue, 03 Aug 2010 03:40:25 +0200

Hi, I’m new here. My name is Steve and I’m from Irvine Ca. I work for a company zAutos. This is a consumer car research site with a library of thousands of car videos so a buyer can see all of the cars they are considering right from their home before going to the lots. They can save time and fuel eliminating cars that they have no interest in.

At zAutos we also makes websites that related to the car business. One new site we have is BMW Los Angeles, BMW LA is specifically for BMW lovers in and around LA where you can talk about BMW’s see BMW video’s and even ask questions.

Last we have started a site just devoted to funny auto videos. This site is for anything funny that’s related to cars.

We hope to be adding more and more sites and content in the future. Please contact me if you have any ideas or content.

Thanks,
Steve

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Mon, 28 Jun 2010 16:06:51 +0200

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Hello from France

Mon, 28 Jun 2010 15:49:20 +0200

Hi, my name is Laure. I'm 18 years old and I live in France.
I just recently discovered Alucard about two months ago.
I love music ( HIM, 30seconds to mars, Charon, To/Die/For ... ), poetry (Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Poe ), manga ( FMA, Fairy Tail, Vampire Knight ...), and drawing.
If you have questions, don't hesitate to ask'em ! ^^

HIM Italy Interview with Dorian

Wed, 09 Jun 2010 23:29:28 +0200

I decided to post the interview on the forum (though it can be found on the Alucard myspace blog as well as on the Alucard facebook page)
just in case nobody had noticed it ...

"The darkness was interesting but light is so much deeper..."

Coming from Belgium, Alucard combines classical music and rock in the same universe... very well mastered influences for an unexpected result.
The sweetness of the piano and the captivating voice of Dorian are merging with the other instruments into a perfect symbiosis, the “Dark Romantism”. This fusion gives birth to a carnal realm where sweetness, emotions and electric vibration are acting as one.
“Dark Romantism” because their music combines passionate feelings with a dark vision of love illustrated through nostalgic lyrics.
Their debut album “Dark Romantism” is produced by Maestro Producer John Fryer (Depeche Mode, HIM [Razorblade Romance, Deep Shadows and Brilliant Highlights, The single collection, And Love said no, Uneasy Listening vol. 1], Nine inch nails, Cradle of Filth...) and has been recorded in Sound Division Studios – Riga, Latvia. A cutting edge 21st century studio in the middle of a medieval city! Let yourself be taken away...

This is what you can read in Alucard's biography, a beautiful art-work, inscribed in a sort of medieval book, on their official website (http://www.alucard.be). Listening to their music, an HIM fan could feel a sort of familiarity, conveyed by their nostalgic lyrics, written by the lead singer Dorian, that talk about love combined with the sense of ephemeral.
I had the wonderful opportunity to have a chat with Dorian about his music, feelings and works, not to mention the influence of HIM music on his inner world.

Elena: So, let's start with routine questions: what about your work ? Which projects are you working on recently?

Dorian: As I wrote on the website, I'm actually trance-forming so I can reinvent myself and my music. I have been mostly working on myself recently, as I think that personal enhancement is the only way to reach another musical level.

Elena: Interesting and ... Mysterious! When you finished your first album, Dark Romantism, did you feel to be changed in any way?

Dorian: I felt empty...You know, being into constant states of sadness and melancholy have a tendency to stop any development

Elena: I imagine that... Can you explain to me the reason of your double names, i. e. Maison Dieu and Alucard? I've read that Alucard, the reversal of Dracula, has a very special meaning to you.

Dorian: About the names, we've been creating several MySpace pages last year and we named them after the tarot cards, nothing more than this. Concerning Alucard, as you know it's Dracula backwards, as the story behind the music is a variation of the concept of "Love-Death" relationship ; Dracula's approach is physical ; mine has been spiritual

Elena: So it has a deep and symbolic significance.

Dorian: Like everything I have been doing... (laugh)

Elena: Ahahhaha... Let's talk about your concept of Dark Romantism and its realm. They are both connected with the idea of Total Art, aren't they?

Dorian: Indeed

Elena: Can you explain what dark romantism and total art mean to you?

Dorian: Dark romantism is the perfect picture of my Love for a girl called Emily when I was 15. A Total art includes several forms of art to deliver the concept ; like having drawings, poetry, music, theatrical aspects on stages, etc.

Elena: And... are you one of the forms of this total art?

Dorian: Ahahahh...hmm... Let's say that I'm embodying the concept

Elena: Wonderful. From your last album, Dark Romantism, emerge great nostalgia and melancholy... but also a lot of love and grit. Which is your vision of love? Do you think that it could rapresent a sort of salvation for men?

Dorian: Wow ! We're entering Metaphysical questions here ! I need to get prepared! (laugh) What kind of Love are you talking about ?

Elena: Ahahah, I don't like the usual stupid questions. I'm talking about Love in all its forms.

Dorian: “All we need is love” said a well-known 60's band. It's a salvation for all the humankind. Loving yourself. Loving your life. Loving others. Dark romantism was something different for me. It allowed me to focus on the good things while being disassociated from the sadness in my mind

Elena: Interesting... Reading your biography I found that you draw inspiration form greek mythology (it's my cup of tea), tarots and esotericism. How much, in your opinion, these "mysterious" themes captivate or "scare" the audience?

Dorian: The myths are all pathways to the soul. Most of them are describing "how to" be yourself and being happy. Tarot is also showing the map on "how to" become the world, dissolving your ego to the point where you are everywhere and nowhere at the same time...

Elena: It has a scent of Oriental religions like Buddhism!

Dorian: It does! It also has a scent of Egypt, Christian, Greek, etc.

Elena: Right... So, let's go on: your music seems to be centred on human feelings, a theme that inspired a lot of arts in history. Is there something you feel to be attached to or that conditioned your work?

Dorian: I do my best not be conditionned or attached! Life is inspirational!

Elena: Really good answer... In your lyrics you could see some tints and concepts that, in some ways, are related to Decadentism; I'm referring to authors such as Wilde or Baudelaire. Am I wrong?

Dorian: I used to like their way of thinking, but now it's all different.

Elena: I'll like them forever... Wilde is... my Bible! (laugh)

Dorian: I like them but there are better ways of seeing life

Elena: Few other questions: The producer of your first album have produced, among other bands, also some HIM works. Listening to your music, it's clear the ispiration that you draw from this fantastic band. May I ask you hoe much HIM have inspired you?

Dorian: Indeed. John Fryer did Razorblade romance for HIM and I used to be a fan of HIM while creating Dark romantism so it was very cool to work on this one with John! Very coherent!

Elena: How did you come across HIM? Have they been important in your life?

Dorian: Well I have fallen on "Join me in death" video on a german channel and it was like a revelation, he gave me the will to put music on my texts, definitely, even if our musics are different in many ways (ask John).

Elena: The critics tend to label music groups very precisely. HIM invented an original kind of music defined by Ville Valo himself "Love Metal". Do you feel like you've been called and you adehere to it? It is something you aimed at?

Dorian: Each real artist has his own style. I wouldn't say they invented a kind of music, they mixed influences and got their own stuff. If you compare the two musics, the structure is completely different, we use instruments in different ways. It sure was an influence just like Placebo and Muse were on the rock aspects ; and Chopin or Beethoven on the classical ones. Even Frank Sinatra could have been an influence, who knows... (laugh)

Elena: So, very complex influences for a very complex artist.

Dorian: Complex ?

Elena: Ahahah, yes, how can I explain... Complete and versatile! It should be a compliment! (laugh)

Dorian: Thank you (laugh)

Elena: So, the last question: How would you describe and promote Alucard to the Italian audience? Do you want to say something to the members of our community

Dorian: See it, feel it, experience it by yourself on http://www.alucard.be
I love you all, even if I don't know you... yet! (Laugh)

Hi everyone

Fri, 21 May 2010 21:40:50 +0200

Hello, my name is Alex I'm 20 years old and come from Germany(but I'm actually russian). I know about Alucard since 3 or 4 months; I found this band as I was searching for videos with Alucard from Hellsing(anime). I like their music, it's very interesting and I think in the future they'll improve .
Okay, what else? I like cats and carrots...
If you have any questions, you can ask me, no matter what, i will try to find a funny answer (It's more easier than write down all things I like or hate... there are too many...)

Hello

Fri, 21 May 2010 19:14:43 +0200

Hello folks, just joined. Nice to be here.

Kamikaze Karaoke

Fri, 22 Jan 2010 19:02:06 +0100

This fanfic has been a long time in the making and is dedicated to Heart Astray. I won't go into details as to why it's taken me so long to write this but I will say that I hope you all enjoy it.

Author's Note -
The setting of this fanfic is a bar that I used to go to all the time and the reason it's set at this particular bar is because after talking to Kalpea I learned that Belgium bars don't allow such craziness... at least none of the ones she's been to. Also, if you don't recognize some of the names of people in this fic it's because they're friends of mine that I hang out with at Frank's Place. Without further delay here is my "Kamikaze Karaoke" fanfic.

Frank's Place (Saturday Night) - Alucard, Heart Astray, and The Lampades arrive.

Lady: Hey, guys. How was the flight? I'm sorry I didn't come meet you at the airport but you all know how I feel about planes and well, those particular feelings extend to the airport itself.
Jonathan: Hello, Lady. It's ok that you didn't come to greet us at the airport.
Julien: Yeah, we understand that you feel the need to run for dear life when planes are involved. *chuckle*
Dorian: We're just happy to be able to spend time with our fans.
Heart Astray: And I'm extremely happy to have been invited. *hugs Lady*
Lady: Uhm, Heart Astray I'm as huggie feely as the next person but... I can't breathe!
Heart Astray: Oops! *lets Lady catch breath*

Someone sneaks up behind Lady and covers her eyes.

Lady: Shadow, I know it's you.
Shadow: How'd you know it was me?
Lady: Because you're the only one other than Anthony and Alex that does that to me everytime I come here. And since your nails are longer than Anth's and you're taller than Alex... meaning I didn't get pulled down... by process of elimination that leaves only you, dear heart.
Shadow: Well, you're no fun. *pouts* Are you gioing to introduce me to your friends?
Lady: Uhm, I was thinking I would introduce them to everyone all at once so I don't have to repeat myself over and over again. You know how I hate sounding like a broken record.
Anthony and Alex: But you do it so well.
Lady: Yeep! *startled* Where the hell did you two come from?
Anthony: We've been doing our "rounds" on the porch.
Alex: Momma and Dad are still on the porch talking to Mr. Ed *shutters*
Lady: Oh, lord Ed's here? HIDE ME! *ducks behind Heart Astray*
Shadow: Belial, you know hiding behind someone as skinny as her isn't going to hide you from Ed.
Lady: Crap, you're right. *grabs a seated Hucky and hides behind him*
Huck: I take it she's hiding from Ed again?
Lady: You bet your life I'm hiding! I swore the last time I was here that I would do whatever it took not to be serenaded by that man!!!
Shadow: Hey, Belial. Last time he serenaded you he sang "Oh, My Darling Celementine", right?
Lady: *shutters* Don't remind me.

Ed, Momma Karen, and Daddy Tony enter.

Shadow, Anthony, Alex, and Huck:
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
Lady: *looks on in horror* Traitors!!! I won't soon forget this! *runs to bathroom to hide*

Ed sees and catches Lady (with help) before she can make it to the safety of the women's bathroom and the next thing to be heard is a very drunk Ed singing "Oh My Darling, Clementine" to a very mortified Lady. Everyone starts laughing.

Dorian: Excuse me. What was the name you called Lady earlier?
Shadow: Lady? If you're referring to her *points to a still mortified Lady*, around here we call her Belial. Her real name is Amanda but she refuses to let anyone call her that.
Heart Astray: She's like that on the forum too. Why is that?
Anthony: She doesn't like her real name because of what it means... To be loved.
Dorian: What does "Belial" mean?
Shadow: Worthlessness or wickedness.
Dorian: And she likes the meaning of that over her real name?
Anthony: It's a little too complicated to explain, but yes... she would rather be called Belial than her real name. The only people she allows to call her by her real name are those she knows loves her.
Heart Astray: If you know what "Belial" means then why do you call her that?
Shadow: We choose to use the wickedness meaning because she can be truly evil when she wants to be. As I'm sure you will find out before the night is over.
Sebastien: We've read her fanfics and if she's anything like she is in her fanfics I'm fairly certain we're in for a night filled with lots of fun and at least one of us will get a prank pulled on them.
Anthony: That sounds like our B.

Ed finally finishes serenading a very traumatized Lady and Dave, the karaoke dj, hands her the mic so she can introduce Alucard, Heart Astray, and The Lampades to everyone.

Lady: If I can have everyone's attention, I'd like to introduce to you all some very special guests that came all the way from Belgium and France to be here tonight. *grabs Dorian* This is Dorian and he is the singer of Alucard. *grabs Jonathan* This is Jonathan and he is the pianist/keyboardist of Alucard. *grabs Julien* This is Julien and he is the guitarist of Alucard. *grabs Sebastien* This is Sebastien and he is the drummer of Alucard. *grabs Sylvain* This is Sylvain and he is the bassist of Alucard. In case you can't tell, all five of these gentlemen make up the band Alucard. Now you 5 go sit down *shoos them to take a seat*. The two beautiful ladies that accompanied them here are The Lampades and Heart Astray *grabs both women before they can make a run for it*. Now, let's show them what we do for fun here at Frank's Place... Let the Kamikaze Karaoke begin!!!
Sylvain: Kamikaze Karaoke?
Shadow: It's really fun. We all write down at least 2 songs we like that are sung by the opposite gender and then we place the songs in a bag. Dave, the guy at the karaoke machine, will add in a couple of popular songs, shake the bag up, and we'll all take turns picking a song from the bag. If we pick someone else's song we have the option of either trying to sing it or dancing on the bar.
Jonathan: What happens if we refuse to sing and we refuse to get on the bar?
Anthony: There is no refusing. B makes sure everyone follows the rules even if she has to pick them up (sometimes with help) and put them on the bar herself.
Alucard, Heart Astray, and Lampades: O.o
Jonathan: Uhm, I don't know about the rest of you but I'm getting out of here while I still can. *heads for door*
Lady: Just where do you think you're going?
Jonathan: Uhm.... away from here.
Lady: *glares* Not a chance, Bub. Now sit down, write your songs down, and wait patiently for your turn. If you don't I'll choose your songs and you will be "guarded" until Kamikaze Karaoke Night is over.
Anthony: Trust me, you should just do as she says because her idea of guarding is someone like her, Shadow, myself, or Huck sitting on you.
Huck: You'll be flat as a pancake if she has me do it. *smile*
Lady: Well, what will it be? *puts paper slips and pens on table*

Everyone grabs two slips of paper and a pen.

Lady: Oh, Dorian. You're "exempt" from Kamikaze Karaoke.
Jonathan: Why is he exempt from this and we're not?
Lady: He's a singer. Plus, I'm not going to showcase him for every horny girl here to try to get with him and in certain cases horny guys. *glares at Anth who happens to be sitting rather close to Dorian*
Dorian: O.o *slides away from Anth*
Anthony: B!? Why'd you have to go and say that? *pout*
Lady: Because I know you too well, Anth. And I'm not going to let ANYONE around here scare them from ever coming back to the States!!! Now quit pouting and get away from him before I hit you upside the head with my shoe!

Anth looks down to see which shoes Lady's wearing.

Anthony: O.o *slides chair away from Dorian*
Lady: Thank you.

Dave walks over with the Kamikaze Karaoke bag, takes everyone's slips, puts in the popular songs, shakes bag, and has Lady pick her first song.

Dave: First "victim" of the night is... Belial. Her song is... Alex's choice, "The Thunder Rolls" by Garth Brooks. Will you sing or will you dance.
Lady: *glares at Alex who is hiding under table* I'll sing.

Lady takes mic from Dave and sings.

Shadow: Oh my God!!! She's actually singing a country song. Someone with a camera record this for future blackmail. *lol*

Lady walks over to Shadow while still singing, takes off her shoe, and proceeds to threaten harm if anyone dares to record her singing. When song is over, Lady hands the mic back to Dave, walks over to Shadow with shoe still in hand, and hits Shadow on the head with it.

Lady: That's for even suggesting someone record me singing. *turns to Dave* Next victim!!!
Sebastien: How is the "line up" decided?
Alex: Dave writes everyone's name that's participating down on that white board *points to white board next to karaoke machine*, as they enter the bar.
Julien: Hey, at least we'll be last since we just arrived a little while ago.
Alex: Don't count on it. It looks like B had Dave put your names down before you got here.
Sebastien: What makes you say that?
Alex: She's smiling and pointing one of you out to Dave. *looks at Lady and starts pointing at random Alucard guys until Lady confirms the next "victim"* Looks like you're up next *pats Jonathan on the shoulder*.
Jonathan: O.o No, I'm not.

Lady walks over with mic in hand and puts the other hand at the base of Jonathan's neck.

Lady: This one is a tad stubborn, Alex. I'll handle this. *puts mic in Jonathan's unwilling hand* Sing or dance... those are you're options. So which will it be? *Cheshire Grin*
Jonathan: Neither.
Lady: And here I thought you would be nice and not make me have to be evil. Oh, well *shrug* it was bound to happen sooner or later with each of you, except Dorian, tonight. You three *talking to Julien, Sebastien, and Sylvain* might want to take a mental note as to what happens when you break the rules of Kamikaze Karaoke Night.

Lady looks at Anthony and Huck to let them know Jonathan isn't "playing" by the rules of Kamikaze Karaoke Night. They close in on Jonathan ready to help Lady if she needs it. Jonathan stands up in an attempt to escape but in that moment Lady picks him up.

Lady: Thanks for standing up... it made things a whole lot easier for me to do that.
Jonathan: O.o *too shocked to say anything*
Lady: Hey, you two help me get up on the bar with him because I'm not putting him down until he's on that bar.

Huck and Anth help keep Lady steady as she steps up on the bar stools to get onto the bar. Lady puts a still shocked Jonathan down and shakes him a little to snap him out of his shocked state.

Lady: Bet you didn't think I would really do that to you did you?
Jonathan: No.
Lady: HIT IT, DAVE!

Dave starts playing "Paralyzer" by Finger Eleven.

Lady: You can either dance with me or Anth. You're choice.
Jonathan: I surrender!
Lady: Yay!!! Hey, anyone who wants to join in get up here... EXCEPT you Anth!!! You stay down there.
Anthony: *pouts*

Dorian, Heart Astray, Sebastien, Sylvain, Shadow, and Alex join Lady and Jonathan on the bar. Julien and The Lampades stay seated at the table, where they are somewhat "safe" from Lady's lunacy... for the time being.

More craziness to come soon.

Crack the Code

Wed, 20 Jan 2010 10:34:00 +0100

This is a somewhat fun and interesting game I decided to make where we put Alucard lyrics (can also include parts of Dorian's Poem) in a code and the next person has to decipher the code. You can come up with your own code or use someone else's.
After you've put some lyrics in code be sure to give us a hint as to how we can crack your code and if you're using someone else's code let us know.

Ok, let the game begin:
Lyrics -
Zl yvsr unf punarq gbqnl
Zl sevraqf naq gur bar V ybirq
Unir yrsg zr

Code Hint -

Lady chats with the fans

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 19:48:17 +0100

Hello Butterflies,

I'm going to start chatting with the fans about Alucard on Skype and recording the conversations. I've already chatted with Kalpea_Enkeli... here is that conversation:

If you can't read my text commentary here it is:
01) Join us on the Alucard forum at: http://www.alucard.be/forum
02) We're usually not so insane... Ok that was a lie but sanity is over rated.
03) We are most DEFINETLY Fan Girls when it comes to Alucard.
04) Yet *insert Cheshire Grin*
05) I'm not really a traitor to the fans... just Dorian.
06) We'll explain in just a bit so keep listening... it's actually sort of funny.
07) Lady: *Prepairing to die*
08) Absolutely head over heels in LOVE with Dro.
09) Dro lives in Florida and so do I. Dorian and Kalpea live in Belgium.
10) Unfortunately Dro lives 4 hours away from me. Whereas Dorian lives 1 hour or so away from Kalpea. *cries*
11) Kalpea has been sick... so have I but thankfully I didn't lose my voice. Though I'm sure you all wish I had.
12) Last time Kalpea and I tried to chat Skype wasn't working properly... I could hear her but she couldn't hear me. Stupid Skype!!!
13) We were bored and trying to find ways to amuse ourselves while hopefully bringing more people to the Alucard forum.
14) Don't let her fool you... she's just pretending not to remember.
15) I don't think Dorian will "kill" us... probably just laugh his butt off and wish he had never met/talked with us.
16) Personal note to Dorian: Please don't do that... we're bored so we do stupid/silly things like this to amuse ourselves. -Lady
17) We're so BAD... but you know what they say, "When you're good you're good and when you're bad you're even better".
18) If Dorian doesn't kill us, we'll surely die from laughing. We are seriously having way too much fun. So join in on the fun at the forum.
19) Join us on the Alucard forum at: http://www.alucard.be/forum
20) For those hoping I'd fall off my bed: I didn't fall while we were recording, but I did while "editing" this... I couldn't stop laughing.
21) Julien, for your own sake smile because you don't want to know what we're plotting. *insert cheshire grin*
22) RUN!!! Run far far away!
23) Blame Hypnos... he encourages me and I just pass that encouragement on.
24) I edited about two minutes of us talking about Skype and Kalpea's computer.
25) Join us on the Alucard forum at: http://www.alucard.be/forum

So... who wants to be next? Warning I only know English... so if you can't speak English we can just type and I'll make a video of it with Alucard music in the background.

Your Muse,
Lady Winter

Happy New Year !!!

Mon, 04 Jan 2010 13:24:50 +0100

Alucard's whole team would like to wish you and everybody's close to your heart a great year 2010.

Happy new year !!!

See you back in 2010

The Lampades
We never sleep

This Carnival Of Rust

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 23:38:46 +0100

Hello darling loves!

This fic is-in a word-complicated. For some background, I once was with a darling friend of mine, when we created Heaven. This is a story about someone falling into Heaven. It is inspired by Memory Fields, and some other songs.

And Dorian, as a whole...

Anyway, the first chapter doesn't make much sense, but I hope that you'll like it anyway. Pretty please?

Chapter One: Carnival of Rust
Word Count: 1149
Rating: PG

I wasn't dreaming.

That was the only thing I was sure of. But even this assurance had a film of uncertainty obscuring it. I knew I ought to pinch myself, knew I ought to try and shake myself with that frantic violence that only comes when you are trying to escape the realms of a nightmare.

This was not a nightmare. I knew that with a knife of knowing that stabbed into my soul. There was no way this place was a nightmare. Or at least, not a nightmare that could have come out of my head.

When I fell into the shadows of my Self, when I let the demons come and grasp me in their filthy claws when I was at my most vulnerable, I fell into labyrinths made of screaming babies and men coming after me. There were times when I approached those men, tired of running, and knelt before them, baring my neck. Those were the times when I begged to be killed, saying I was far too tired of running. I just wanted it all to be over with.

I always woke up drenched in sweat. But the most disturbing things about these nightmares was the fact that I had given myself over. I had quit fighting. And even worse, I had a sickening sense of relief, I had finally found peace in ceasing to fight for my Self anymore.

This was not a nightmare. There colors were vibrant, and I saw the world in more than just shades of gray. The hairs on the back of my neck were not standing up. When I inhaled, the air didn't smell of fetid blood. I could hear no one screaming.

I walked, somewhat aimlessly, a little hesitantly towards the gates before me. There were words across the gate, but for the first time in my life, I was not interested in reading. I was interested in what lay beyond.

It was a carnival. I could see the red and white striped circus tent. I could see the Ferris Wheel, creaking as it spun slowly. I could hear the hypnotic tune from the carousel, and I longed to ride int. I gripped the bars of the Carnival and peered in.

The lights glowed bright. My cheeks went red as I was reminded of a childish memory. When I was quite small, my mother made it a habit of driving late at night. I would sit in the front seat, barely able to see over the dashboard. As we rolled down the highway, the headlights glowing in the other lanes reminded me of angels.

I shook my head. Stupid. Headlights and angels, driving in cars, all these were silly things to think about when I didn't even know where I was.

“Hello,” his voice made me jump, flung me away from the bars I had been gripping. I stumbled back and stared. He was standing there, leaning against the bars, watching me. He had blond hair, and the bluest eyes I think I have ever seen.
“Welcome.”

“Hi,” I murmured. I glanced back at the Carnival. “Where am I?”

“This is the Carnival of Rust.” he stepped away from the bars and offered me his hand. “Wouldn't you like to go inside and ride the carousel?”

“Yes,” I said instantly. “How did you know?”

“All girls like the carousel. Come, I will ride with you.” he tempted. I smiled and reached for his hand.

“But where is this place?” I stopped, my hand hovering inches from his. He contemplated me for a moment. Sparks of electricity seemed to shoot up my spine, and I shivered.

“It is where we go when we die.” he said finally. I let my hand drop.

“But I'm not dead.” I said slowly. “I was walking home from school. And when I looked up, I was here.”

“No,” he agreed. “You're hovering in that strange place in between. You aren't dead. You're close to it. You can taste it. You can chase it. Or you can run from it. But if you come with me, into the Carnival, you won't have to go back to--,”

“I don't want to be dead.” I said flatly. “Especially because this is probably just some sort of hallucination due to brain damage or loss of oxygen or something else. I'll go with you and die the rest of the way, and then I'll wind up wherever we REALLY go when we're dead.”

“And where do you think that is?” his voice took a sharp tone and I stared. It was still musical, his voice. It was still the sort of voice that I wanted to wrap around my body to keep warm on a winter night. But it was dangerous now. It sounded like it could choke me. I wanted it even more.

I've always loved dangerously beautiful things. And even the things that are beautifully dangerous.

“I—I don't know.” I stammered.

“You DO know, it's right HERE.”

“Why do you want me to go so badly? I don't think it's just because you're like, Saint Peter. You're not the keeper of these gates. You're something else, and for all I know, you're a demon. You could be Satan himself.” I took a step away from him.

“You've sustained some heavy injures from getting hit by the car.” the blonde haired boy said. It was strange that I should call him a boy. He certainly wasn't a child. But he was lacking the gruff edges that I had so associated with men.

“Okay.” I nodded. “But I could still live.”

“Yes.”

“So, let me go back and--,”

“Your time is now!” he looked up, his face melting into sympathy. “But of course you're frightened. Forgive me, it's been so long since I've really spoken to you, it's just that--,”

“I have never seen you before in my life.” I cut him off. He bit his lower lip anxiously. “You just said that it's been so long since you've spoken to me.”

“This is all so much more complicated than I expected.” he was talking more to himself than me now.

“I want to go home.”

“Yes. I know you do. And it is my duty to release you until such a time that we have another opportunity.”

“Opportunity? Oh you mean until I have another near death experience?” I raised an eyebrow. He laughed then, like bells. It sent a warmth down my spine.

“Something like that.” he walked towards me, and though I knew I should have been, I was not afraid. He bent his head down to kiss my forehead.
“I will see you again.”

Forum updated :)

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 21:58:08 +0100

Hello all,

In order to stop the spams and unwanted bots, the forum has just been updated.

Enjoy !

Merry Alucard Christmas

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 15:02:30 +0100

Dear Butterflies,

Here is a funny christmas video which is a present to you from Lady and myself.
Enjoy!

Dorian Backgrounds

Mon, 21 Dec 2009 15:17:51 +0100

Here are a few backgrounds I did thanks to a link Katara sent me (here's the link if you want to make your own backgrounds: http://funphotobox.com/ )

This one is my favorite.

The Invisible

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 01:48:33 +0100

I had a bit of a bad night last night.

Title:The Invisible
Inspired By: The Ghost
Rating: PG
Word Count: 629

There's nothing worse than feeling invisible. I have felt it for such a long time, and up until now, I have been able to use it to my advantage. I've floated through my life, drifting here and there. I've picked up words and stories, song and feelings from the people that did not see me. People are so much more honest when they don't know anyone is there.

It is only when we're alone, with Ourselves that we understand who We are and how We feel. I learned this when I was quite young. The rest of the world still seems to be figuring it out.

With all this experience, with all the solace that I have found in my invisibility, you would think I wouldn't care anymore. You would thing that the fact that someone looked right through me, looked beyond me wouldn't hurt anymore. But you would be wrong.

He looked right through me. I could feel his eyes scorching me as he stared. I raised my eyes from the spot that was burning, from the core of my being and smiled. It wasn't one of those goofy smiles, it was the way I had always smiled at him. Slow, happy, the sort of smile that made me light up.

I lit up rooms when he walked in them.

He just walked away. He didn't see me.

The scorching feeling that I had so loved turned to ashes. The bitterness rose to the back of my tongue. It was like I had stopped breathing for a minute.

I had become invisible. It was like being trapped in a cage. I could rattle the bars, I could scream, and I could reach out. But I could not touch him. I could not get him to look my way. I was forever separated.

The hardest thing to comprehend about invisibility is that you can still see the rest of the world. There's something voyeuristic about it at first. It's a guilty pleasure, it's sick, it's addictive. You find yourself slipping in and out of other people's lives, a brief specter that they've forgotten to notice and won't remember.

But what you sometimes cannot understand yourself is that you can still see the rest of the world. Just because you fall into invisibility (or sometimes you pull the cloak over yourself), that doesn't mean you can block everything else out. The world will always be there, especially once you cease to be part of it anymore.

No matter where I go, no matter what I do, I cannot avoid him. My eyes are drawn to him. I find that heat building inside of me, and I know that I am lighting up once again. He does not look at me. He does not see me. His head lifts, and his ears perk up, and it's like there is something that he's just missed remembering, a dream that he's been chasing, and he's suddenly been reminded.

But he does not see me.

I cannot block him out. I see him always.

I have become a ghost now, though my heart is still beating and my blood is still running bright red through my body. I am real and yet I am not. I am dead, and yet I am not. I am in a sort of Limbo. It is torture.

I suppose that I could tear my eyes away from him. I suppose that I could simply stop looking. But the thought of losing him so wholly makes me feel weak in the knees. I cannot live without him. And yet, it seems as though I cannot live with him.

It's a delicious pain, a delectable misery that I cannot and will not escape.

I am invisible. I am a ghost.

The First Noel

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 21:24:05 +0100

It's a Sunday afternoon, I have a wretched sore throat and low grade fever, and I'm listening to the only Christmas album I can stand. So this came out.

Note that this is NOT my next big fan fic, this is something I typed out between eating a snack and taking a bath. Besides, Lady gets the next fan fic! Haha.

Anyway, it was inspired by the fact that I don't know how Dorian feels about Christmas time, and the song The First Noel as sung by Bright Eyes.

Fun Fact: I used to think it was "The first know well..." Like the first you came knew Jesus the best. Yeah. I was a dumb little kid.

The First Noel
Rating: G
Word Count: 1070

Christmas time is always the worst part of the year for her. I think it has to do with the family togetherness, and the fact that she has no family. I think it has to do with the fact that everyone seems to come home for Christmas, and she doesn't have a home to go to.

I have told her time and time again that I am her home, that I am her family. I don't know if she can fully grasp it. And frankly, I don't blame her. She's thousands of miles from the place she was born, and she's light years away form the place where the people she considered a family are now.

Halloween, incidentally, is easier for her. She says that she can feel them walking beside her for the one night that the gates of the underworld are open, she can hear their voices in her ear. It's enough to tide her over to Christmas, but then everything seems to fall apart for her.

This is our first Christmas together, here. This is our first time in togetherness. When I first brought her here, I was overcome by happiness. I knew that I could keep her happy here, I knew that I could make her forever everything that had happened to her back there, back over the ocean.

But now she is laying in our bed, wrapped up in the white silk nightie I bought for her so that she might strike me once again as those innocent story book girls. She's sitting up today, at the very least, and that's a step forward. She's sitting up, with her hair pulled back from her face and tied up in a white ribbon.

I set down the grocery bags of food she isn't quite used to yet, and step into the room. I climb into our bed and settle her against my chest.

“Whatever are you thinking of, my love?” I whispered.

“There isn't—there isn't snow.” she told me, her face pressed against me. I stroked her hair and glanced out the window. True enough, there is cold out in the streets of the country she hasn't begun to be able to call home. True enough, it's soaking wet out there, and I myself am shivering ever so slightly. But no, there is snow.

“We don't get snow until later.” I told her, gently breathing against her ear. Her heat came off her in waves, and I soaked it up greedily. She nestled deeper into my arms.

“It isn't a bit like home.” she said bitterly.

“No,” I agreed. “I suppose not.” it was hard to hear her say. I couldn't blame her, could find no reason to lash out at her for her line of reasoning. Perhaps I was being too harsh on her, perhaps I was expecting too much of her too quickly. I swallowed and eased her back from me.
“Are you disappointed?”

“Maybe a little.” she murmured. “But after all, I have you, and you're better than even the most beautiful snow fall.” she smiled. I cupped her face, let my thumb rub against her cheek bone.

“Maybe you're the snow.”

“What?” she blinked rapidly. “I'm afraid that I don't follow you.” that was rare for her. She had been able to follow me so well, stay with me on my leaps from one subject to another. That had been one of the first thing that made me fall in love with her.

And trust me, one doesn't simply BEGIN to love someone like her. One FALLS in love. One goes crashing into it, violent and sudden, like a storm on the water. The best you can do is hold on and hope to ride it out until you've begun to pick up on her moods, her changing of the tides. Once you have learned to do that, loving her is the best thing that you could ever do.

Loving her is akin to falling asleep in the middle of a hot summer day. Loving her is like a hot shower in the middle of the winter time, when you can't get the chill to lift from your bones.

“You're the snow.” I repeated. “The snow is your skin.” she looked down at her own hands, like milk. “You're eyes that sparkle like the sunlight on the snow. You laugh like the wind going through the bare branches, just a tiny little tinkle.” I beamed.

“You're so ridiculous.” she said softly. “So ridiculous. You're such a poet.”

“But you love me,” I lifted my chin. She laughed then. I felt that laugh warm me, melt through my skin and into my blood, start at the tips of my fingers and end at the tips of my toes.

“I do love you. I love you more than I thought I ever could.”

The stared at her for a moment before hopping out of bed to go to my grocery sacks. She watched me, head cocked curiously to the side. I loved that about her. She wouldn't ask me questions, wouldn't demand I give her answers that I might not have. She was willing to let everything come to her.

“Here,” I shyly offered her a box wrapped in brown paper. She took it with a smile, undid the twine and peeled back the paper.

“Oh,” she said softly. “Oh.” she opened the small brown box. A song came tinkling out.

She looked over at me, her eyes sparkling that same way they had the first night I saw her, sitting in that smoky bar. This had been the song that I first sang, this had been the song that I saw her lips moving along to. This had been the song that brought us together.

“For when I am away, and you are so lonely.” it wasn't something that we had mentioned ever since she agreed to get on the plane to fly with me here. There would be times I would leave and she couldn't come along with me.

“It's beautiful.” she said softly, putting it on the nightstand. I crawled back into the bed, meeting her in the middle. We wound ourselves around each other.

“Merry Christmas,” I kissed her forehead.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

The story of a girl

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 13:38:27 +0100

December...

The sun has barely set as she decides to go out...
She walks slow but steady, the sound of her heartbeat echoing from the pavement.
She knows these streets like the palm of her hand.
No names, only a way...
The same path she's walked for years.
One she'll keep on walking 'till the end of her days here.
She decides to leave the crowd behind.
They wouldn't understand...
To them she's but a stranger, a nameless face.
Yet she walks on and on 'till she reaches her goal :
the sea...

Over the vast blue planes she stares...
Contemplating the eternal enigma's of life.
She sighs, looks up into a starlit sky and asks her favorite angel for guidance, a sign or just that bit of strength.
But for now the angel remains cloaked in silence.
Stripped of all her hope she follows the way the emptiness in her heart wills her to.
In a trance-like state she goes on...
The only sounds in the endless darkness are the sweet whispers of the waves on the shore and her light footsteps in the sand.
She wavers ever so slightly when she reaches a breakwater...
Oh how she longs to become one with those playfull waves, lucid and filled with life.
She takes a first tentative step on the moss-covered stones and as she moves, her determination grows...
Enchanted by the waves and the beautiful, luminous nightsky she goes on untill the sea almost engulfs her.
There in the midst of the brutal forces of crashing waves and soaring winds she remains.
A lifeless statue...
She's beyond the world's reach now, an empty vessel bereft of her own will and voice.

She prepares herself...

"Let the wind erase me, the sea forever embrace me and may the soft morning light never uncover this tragedy..."
She had barely whispered these words as a sign did appear...
"Ah, how sweet doth the last halucination on earth be"
She smiled a humourless smile...
But what did she suddenly hear?
Such a tender, heavenly sound...
"Could this be salvation at last?" she wondered.
Her eyes frantically try to find the source of this divine intervention, but nothing has stirred in the night.
She turns back to the sea in front of her and gasped...

There in the midst of natures forces she could see him...
Such a luminous yet delicate appearance, almost dream-like, stood there.
It seemed as if nothing could touch him, this ethereal guardian angel...
The brutal wind suddenly attacks her eyes with it's salt-filled caress.
She blinks, only for a second, yet that's all it took.
The ghostly apparition was no longer there...

Panic...

Pure and forcefull it grips her heart in it's ice-cold fist...
She feels nothing but the sudden weight of solitude crashing down on her, drowning her 'till her eyes tear up.
She frantically wipes at the tears forming...
There!
From the corner of her eye she finds him walking by the shoreline.
As steady and fast as she can, she runs from the breakwater in a desperate need to follow the angel in his nightly wanderings.

Nothing...

"Such a fool I am," she scolds herself, "there's no one here, just me and my silly imagination."
"Yet, isn't that the angel there, seated in the velvet sand?"
She dares not to get her hopes up, for all she knows it might just be another divine illusion.
But as she comes closer the angel remains seated in his spot, like a livid statue.
His eyes trained on the ruthless dance of the sea in front of him.
As she kneels down in the sand next to him, his vision shifts to her.
"You must know that I believe in you," his voice a shimmering whisper on the breeze.
She looks up, startled by such a gentle sound.
Two glittering blue orbs, gracious portals to a pure soul, stare at her.
It's as if they reach into her heart, break down the fortress she's built there and fill it again with love, energy, and renewed strength.
"...therefore do not give up..."
Oh how could she have been so lost in those eyes?
If only she could remember the rest of his gentle words...
He looks up at the stars.
In mere wonder of what he sees there she decides to do the same.
The stars seem to beam even brighter then ever before...
Her sweet angel is no longer there, but she knows she's not alone, not anymore...

The gentle morninglight makes it's way into the room and finds her fast asleep in her bed.
It seems as if she's forgotten to switch her computer off.
But there on the screen the angel smiles down on her still form before the screen goes dark...

Alucard Banner

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 19:34:25 +0100

Check out the Alucard Banner that i make

hope you like it,i made it all by myself

Alucard's Myspace layout change

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 07:03:44 +0100

Hello Butterflies,
Has anyone checked the official Myspace Page lately? I just checked it out because I was telling my cousins about Alucard (needed the link to send to them) and I love it!!! What are you're opinions of the new layout?

Your Muse,
Lady Winter