Hello all and welcome to my Deviantart! I am Sarah-Marie-Kay...or SMK for short. I welcome you all to my Portal of Hell where I\'ll be sharing poetry, short stories, hellish journals about my life. I hope many of you stick around for I would love you all to be my adoring fans. I am a Vampire, 900 years old, very attractive and still as eccentric as the day I was born from my mortal mother...God rest her soul.

You may all be wondering what a girl like me would even be doing on a website such as this but well...I need a place to keep my writings. For fear that I may lose my mind one day, I\'ll have a reminder of where it went. I ask you all to keep in touch, help me through these drastically growing, boring days and I shall keep a place for you in my heart.

There will be a story I will post always on here. It\'s a story about my life but under a seudo name. Many of my fans who will stick with it and love it til the end will only know the secret of who Emily (the protagonist) really is.

I hope many of you will stick around as it grows. Maybe one day, when I have enough fans, I\'ll print the stories into books for you all to keep at home on your bookshelves or, Hell, underneath your pillows.


Book Info

First Installment - Deadly Fingers

Prologue - Uploaded
Chapter One - Uploaded
Chapter Two - Uploaded
Chapter Three - Uploaded
Chapter Four - WIP
Chapter Five - WIP
Chapter Six - WIP
Chapter Seven - WIP


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And Island Full of Dreams

It felt like everything was leaving me.
My fingertips.
My toes.
I felt stranded on an island.
No where to go.
All by myself.
Calling out for anyone to hear.
Calling out for him to hear.
But no one came.
And the dream suffocated me.
Like the water in my brain.
Salty from the tears.
Dry from the hate.
And it seems like I have yet to wake up.

Info on Moi

Name: Emily de la Basset (Belanger later on)

Age: 489 (looks seventeen) Born in 1517

Personality: Emily is the quiet type. Never much for confrontation, she keeps herself always hidden in the shadows with a nice book. She never speaks unless spoken to and she never speaks out of line. It’s just how she was taught.

Appearance: Emily looks the blooming age of 17. She is constantly known as the young girl of any group she is in but she doesn’t really mind. She’ll stay back in the shadows of others, not really being much of a looker herself. With her bright blue crystallized eyes and blood red hair, you would think her a beauty but with her bright, pale skin, she just seems dead. You’ll probably never see her figure since she always wears her big, black cloak, wrapping it around her body to cover her clothes that look no more than a common street rat. Her hair being short gives off the impression at first that she is a boy and with her clothes it doesn’t really help her. But up close she looks pretty feminine.

Biography: Being born in the 1500’s, Emily was part of the renaissance in England and never really had a last name. She grew up in a small family, being the youngest of three children. Her mother passed away after her birth and her brothers never forgave her for “killing mother”. She was always pushed aside by her Father to work in the back of the house, constantly cleaning while he had guests over. She was never allowed outside so she developed pale skin naturally. And she barely slept, staying up all night to have time to herself. When she turned seventeen, her Father offered her up to a slave dealer who was looking for a new, young wife since his old one “mysteriously” disappeared. When she refused, she was beaten heavily and she ran away. The night she ran, she couldn’t help but stop at the nearest creak in the middle of the forest aligning her village. She kneeled down, ready to kill herself when a hand shot out to touch her shoulder oh-so-gently and pull her back. She was faced with the most gorgeous man she had ever seen and immediately accepted his offer to stay with him forever. What she didn’t expect though was when he bent to take her blood. She wanted to fight but thought she would die anyway and let him. When he pressed his wrist to her lips, she didn’t argue his strange ways of killing and hungrily took a drink. Before long, she was by his side through the coming years, watching her family die underneath her nose and everyone she ever knew pass on. She never missed them and she never cried for them. Vicktor, her Master, took to teaching her lessons on how to behave like a lady and to pass as a human. Though she followed his every word through the years to come, by the late 1600’s, she hungrily took a man for her own, growing tired of the Father that Vicktor had become. Because she had made a son of her own without permission, Vicktor beat her fiercely and killed her male companion. Afterwards, he took off and left her stranded in the gutter, tired and too weak to gather blood for herself. She fell into a deep sleep, welcoming the sun but awoke a few nights later to find herself inside a nice long box. She took off the lid to realize that she was rescued by a human. He was sleeping when she was awake so she left a note of thanks and left that night to feed. A few more years passed and she ended up in France in the mid 1700’s. There, she found out that she was more comfortable as a boy and dressed as such, cutting her long red hair every night before going out and dressed up in the getup you see her as now. So in France, she took herself under the name of a very lonely baker, Monsieur Basset, after he passed away. Though she may look like a beggar, she owns the Bakery, hiring a young lad who showed potential in pastry making and an old lass who loved to handle money and people. With that, she walked the streets of France as a young boy in search of something to strike her fancy. So far, nothing has.

Abilities: She has all the things a vampire can do. Stakes do not work, neither does garlic. Sunlight still harms her but her human companions do not question her. Her favourite place to lay and stare at the stars is any local graveyard.

I think I do third-person very well....