Post by Leila Blanche on Aug 3, 2005 21:03:06 GMT
Morgan has been wanting me to do a fan fic on here ever since I was Anne Gwish so here goes:
Leila Blanche was not always so uptight. She was born in a loving but poor pure blood family. Her father was a compulsive gambler and work as a free lance for the 'Daily Prophet.' Her mother was a soft spoken dainty house wife. Leila was a happy kid, who loved to wrestle with her 12 older brothers, climb trees, or do daring; and by daring I mean stupid; things.
However at the mere age of six things began to turn for the worse. Her father became ridiculousley deep in dept, causing the large family to go on the run. They were finally caught after a few months in London.
She remebers her mother wrapping her tightly in blankets and hiding her under the bed. Soon she heard her father come into the room soon followed by the burst of the door opening and tapping of shoes and her mothers scream. The men began to yell about the debt that was owed, which covered the pleads of her desprete father. A man yelled unaudible words and a soft thud fell to the bed, which was absorbing the blood of her mother. She sat in shock hearing only the weeps of her father. Leila did not even know she was screaming.
The bed flew off from her, revealing the small child, whose face was stained with red. Two men grabbed her by the blanket, as her father began to wrestle off his own holders. The man in the sharp white and black suit grinned lighting a match and holding it to his cigar. He then said, "The girl has a lot a fight, Timmy-boy!" He said casually to her father, as he watched his daughter thrash about. "She'll be perfect for paying off your debt, seeing as how the rest are dead." He blew some smoke into Timmy's face. Then he motioned to his 'guys'. "Smoke the place to ashes! Tie up the chump and bring the kid!" He said turning his back to them all.
Outside she watched in hypnotizum as the shack arupted into flames.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Leila Blanche was not always so uptight. She was born in a loving but poor pure blood family. Her father was a compulsive gambler and work as a free lance for the 'Daily Prophet.' Her mother was a soft spoken dainty house wife. Leila was a happy kid, who loved to wrestle with her 12 older brothers, climb trees, or do daring; and by daring I mean stupid; things.
However at the mere age of six things began to turn for the worse. Her father became ridiculousley deep in dept, causing the large family to go on the run. They were finally caught after a few months in London.
She remebers her mother wrapping her tightly in blankets and hiding her under the bed. Soon she heard her father come into the room soon followed by the burst of the door opening and tapping of shoes and her mothers scream. The men began to yell about the debt that was owed, which covered the pleads of her desprete father. A man yelled unaudible words and a soft thud fell to the bed, which was absorbing the blood of her mother. She sat in shock hearing only the weeps of her father. Leila did not even know she was screaming.
The bed flew off from her, revealing the small child, whose face was stained with red. Two men grabbed her by the blanket, as her father began to wrestle off his own holders. The man in the sharp white and black suit grinned lighting a match and holding it to his cigar. He then said, "The girl has a lot a fight, Timmy-boy!" He said casually to her father, as he watched his daughter thrash about. "She'll be perfect for paying off your debt, seeing as how the rest are dead." He blew some smoke into Timmy's face. Then he motioned to his 'guys'. "Smoke the place to ashes! Tie up the chump and bring the kid!" He said turning his back to them all.
Outside she watched in hypnotizum as the shack arupted into flames.
TO BE CONTINUED!
It's me and BOB!!!
I am a Morgette....WAHHH!!! but oh well, I love the momo as much as you do fool!!!
