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The New Born
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Even after she opened her eyes all she could see was darkness. There was nothing in front of her, nothing on either side. From what she could feel she was laying face up on a hard surface. The only thing that stood out was the pungent smell of earth and dirt. Searching her memory she tried to remember what had happened, why she was trapped in the cramped darkness but nothing came to mind. She couldn’t remember a thing. Not even her own name. Suddenly feeling overwrought with panic her hands flew up, stopping only inches above her head. Something was in her way. Groping the darkened barrier above her jaw tightened. If I don’t find a way out I will suffocate. She though, her hands tightening.
Not wanting to die this way her nails began to dig and claw at the barrier above her. Like a frantic animal she slashed and slashed, beginning to fell slivers of wood fall on her face and chest. Was the barrier made out of wood? It was chipping, and once she created a few gashes it all began to fall apart. Chunks of wood piled onto her and she continued to claw at the wall between her a freedom. She could feel her nails breaking, the tips of her fingers were gut and began to bleed but it didn’t slow her down.
After moments of hysterical clawing she broke through the wooden barrier, only to feel dirt pour into her mouth and onto her chest. Wrapped her fingers around the hole she created she ripped it apart, feeling even more soil spill down. Spitting it out of her mouth she lifted herself up and kept making the hole larger. Once she felt it was she reached up and felt the soil above was loose. Panting she began digging through it, letting it spill into the container she laid in. After digging upwards for what seemed forever her hand broke through the surface. The feeling of air on her hand brought relief through her shaking body. Pushing her other hand through she pulled herself up and past the top. Once her head was through she gasped for air and forced herself out of the earth. Panting and gasping for air she looked around, and horror struck her face when she realized she was in the middle of a cemetery.
Vampire Aristocrat
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Anisia came from a blood line of vampires that spaded back to the dawn of mankind. She was a pureblood: a noble of the vampire world whose status would never be surpassed. They were treated like royalty by the lower level vampires. Living in luxury and riches her family had assimilated to the mortal customs of the age, yet still concealed their true identity from the public eye. Though only being able to walk outside during the daylight hours made it difficult to hide what they truly were. So they moved often, taking a new name every time they moved to another country. This decade Anisia and her family were to live in Romania, which was a risky place to settle due to the rumors. Though in this day in age the mortals had put fairy tales behind them, letting modern science explain the unexplainable.
“While we live here, Anisia,” Her mother began to say. “you are to behave yourself. Do not befriend any mortal, do not feed outside out walls and do not…” Her mother droned on and on, though Anisia’s attention roamed the distant green hills and valleys. It truly was a magnificent place to settle. Anisia knew she would enjoy the next ten years here. There was so much space, no much raw beauty for her to take in. “Are you listening?” Her mother scowled, aware her daughter was not listening. Looking at her mother, she nodded obediently, though her eyes returned to gaze miles away a moment later.
Once they reached the mansion she stepped out of the carriage, squinting at the bright sun above. What a cursed thing. She thought, averting her eyes to the ground and rushed herself inside, sheltering herself away from the sun until nightfall.
A week after they arrived, after the sun faded beyond the distant hills Anisia appeared at her window, trying a black cloak around her neck. This was the night she choose to wander the area she was to live in. There was a town nearby, so she thought exploring that first would be a good idea. Leaping off the fourth story window she landed with grace, not making a single sound. Before she took off she glanced behind her to check no one had saw, gave a fanged grin when the coast was clear and then vanished into the darkness.
“Bloody Chocolate” The Hit Girl
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“Common. Let’s see a smile on that face. Life is cruel to every one and we must deal with the cards we are dealt.” For the past twenty years those words were the only thing keeping Shane going. Though everything related to that quote was fading; the smile on his lips, the color of his hair and skin and even the glitter in his brown eyes. Even the meaning of it was fading from her. Some one very important had given her those words like a gift to distract her mind from the chaos of her life. I miss him. Shane thought, her eyes fixated on the floor of the subway train. When ever she had the time she would think about him. Remember him. The touch of his warm hands on her skin, the softness and liveliness that brought the light back to her life. Was gone.
Though due to the harsh reality and natural of her kind he was torn from her life. Shane was a vampire, though not quiet what came to mind when people heard the word ‘vampire.’ Her hair was long and dark, she was thin and petite yet her skin was a warm brown color, like her eyes. When she was alive she could remember having Native American roots, which gave her a unique appearance in her clan. The only warm looking dead girl. Chocolate was her nickname, though a few years ago she got a new nickname. “Bloody Chocolate.” Her job was to hunt down and kill anything that threatened her clan. Humans, werewolves, demons and even other vampires could appear on her hit list. Life is cruel.
His warm words echoed through her mind, though the sudden stop of the subway broke her from her day dream. Shane couldn’t forget she was currently looking for a target. Looking up from the floor she watched some passengers leave, while others soon boarded. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a slip of paper. It gave the time and route the target was expected to be on. The doors close, which meant one of the many people sitting in the train was the one she was to kill. Leaning forward some her brown eyes scanned cautiously, looking for any one that fit the description.
Secret of the Princess
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Princess Amira. The only daughter of the Western Kingdom, which meant she was the only royal female that could be married off and seal a truce between one of the other kingdoms. The continent these kingdoms rested on was vast, so they often got territorial, fighting for land, resources, religion. Whatever the reason war circulated though the kingdoms for centuries. After many years of futile wars and bloodshed kingdoms no longer had the resources to fight wars. So they began marrying off their royal youths to create peace. It was indeed a successful technique, there has not been a war for centuries and almost all the kingdoms have experiences many years of prosperity.
They can’t know. They just can’t. Amira thought, impatiently making laps in the vast garden within the castle walls. It was currently midnight, the moon shining down a ghostly light onto her pale flesh and silky ebony hair. The moonlight made her restless. She held a flower in her had, fidgeting and tearing at its leaves and petals. If they find out what I am they will destroy me for sure! A sense of panic would had paled her face if it already wasn’t already as pale as a sheet. For what seemed like many weeks ago the shadow of a young man crept into her room at night, and feasted upon her royal blood. She had been enthralled by that man, his pale beauty and mysterious aura. I was a fool. Amira tore apart the flower and tossed it onto the damp stepping stones. If she could cry she knew her tears would have been spilling down her face.
She was now a monster like him. A lowly blood drinker that was not suited for royalty. The worst part of it was she was to be married of to a nearby kingdom in a matter of weeks. She also was having difficulty quenching her savage thirst. Sneaking out of the castle walls and feasting upon the peasants was all she could do for the time being. Amira hated herself for what she had become, but was too stubborn to end her life. “I have to deal with this. For my kingdom.” She said out load, glancing over her shoulder at the tattered rose. She would be given over to another kingdom in a matter of weeks, so she would have to prepare herself.
How to Get Expelled?
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Purebloods are wretched abominations created from tragedy. They are not born; they are created from and only from another pureblood. Like the legend says they can only be created when a pureblood of the opposite sex drinks the blood of a virgin, and then the victim must drink the blood of their creator to complete the transformation. These purebloods, being the stronger of the species created a hierarchy in their world. Self proclaiming themselves as the leaders of the second and third generations, the weaker, they became like royalty. Second generations are created from the bite and the bite alone of a pureblood. The process technically is not complete, so the second generation vampires are vastly weaker compared to a pureblood. Second generations have the power to create servants called third generations. They are at the bottom, being the weak of the weak made only to serve their superiors. Sadly for the past three generations the second generation vampires have been trying to overthrow the purebloods. Hasn’t worked yet.
“What are you staring at?” Charlotte scowled to the freshmen staring at her as she took a drag of her clove cigarette. Obviously the short, husky brunette (who Charlotte knew was a freshmen) had never seen a petite goth girl smoking in a school bathroom before. Blowing the smoke out of the window next to her a grin went across her black lips. "Leave, and forget you saw me in here." Her icy green eyes flashed and the freshmen waddled like a zombie out of the bathroom without washing her hands. Human minds are too simple to control. She thought, taking a final drag before tossing the butt into the toilet. The sizzling noise faded faintly as she strode casually out of the girl’s restroom. Charlotte smoked at least three cloves in there a day, had been tattled on 12 times though only sent to the principles office 3 of those times. The other time she was just hustled out by security or suspended. “I am not going to stop.” She always told them when she was caught, telling them they might as well expel her. But they didn’t because Charlotte was the highest scoring student of her senior class. It’s strange how humans put the pride of their school before their own security. Charlotte never understood how the human mind worked. They always put profit before anything else. When she got caught for doing a malfeasance on school property she never used her powers to stay enrolled. She did these things to test the humans, so using her powers would be like cheating.
Strolling down the crowded hallways she often bumped shoulders with people, usually on purpose just to piss them off. Boys usually ignored her, having some kind of man code not to hit a girl (no matter how weird she was). But girls were another story. A small percent would glare and curse at her, or start a fight. Still, I haven’t been expelled. She thought, batting her mascara caked eye lashes. This year she had gotten in five fights, two in the same day. There must have been something she could do to get expelled. In previous school she constantly did graphite, vandalism and bomb threats. Those schools in the past were too easy to get out of. This time she wanted to get expelled in a more crafty way. That was, after all, the only reason she kept enrolling herself in these dreaded high schools. A vampire like myself has nothing better to do. Charlotte passed a group of blondes, who gave her disgusted glares but in return she stuck out her pierced tongue.
Giggling to herself she strode to the front doors and exited the building, glancing up at the cloudy sky. Good. I hate the sun. She thought, her light green eyes scanning the groups of humans that bunched in groups in the front of the parking lot.
