So Yeah... Vampires.

France, 1712 

  Elizabeth Buquet on the small swing in the garden outside her house, a book in her lap. The Buquet family was rather wealthy, and in some way or another, distant relatives of the royal family. Elizabeth looked up from her book to Isabelle, her four year-old daughter, who was chasing the cat around the yard. 

"Maman! Maman!" Isabelle exclaimed as she captured the cat in her small arms, bounding up to her mother.

Elizabeth smiled and closed the book, picking the small child up and holding her in a warm embrace, "What is it, cher?"

The toddler let go of the cat and it ran back towards the house, disappearing from sight. "Mr. Charles said that there were monsters in town! And that they came out at night and stole little girls away! Is that true, maman?"

She sighed, Charles was her husband's bestfriend, who just loved to tease little Isabelle. "Don't fret, Isa." She cooed, stroking the distraught child's hair, "Mr. Charles was only teasing you. There are no monsters." Elizabeth smiled, "And if there are, I'll keep you safe, little one."

Isabelle hugged her mother's neck, kissing her cheek, "I love you, maman."

"I love you too, Isabelle. Now run along inside and wash up for dinner. Papa will be home soon." Elizabeth shooed off her daughter, standing up from the swing. She watched as the little girl went inside before her comforting smile turned to a frown, and she closed her eyes.

"You really shouldn't lie to your daughter, Elizabeth." Came a velvety, male voice behind her.

"I would rather lie to her than scare her." Elizabeth replied coolly, turning around slowly to face the man before her. He was tall and handsome, and stayed in the dark shadows of the trees. His eyes were pitch black, and his hair brown and tousled. His skin was paler than natural, and his cocky grin was absolutely infuriating. “What do you want, Comte?”

The Comte Jacques Saint-Germain chuckled and ran a finger down the side of the younger woman’s face, “Lizzie dear, you’ve become so hostile. Is that what married life has done to you?”

“Leave, Jacques.” The usually soft-spoken woman snapped, “I don’t want you around my daughter.”

His sharp fangs shone in the darkness, almost glimmering, “You never visit me anymore, Lizzie.” The vampire man pouted.

“Our friendship ended long ago, you know that…” Elizabeth sighed, crossing her arms.

He narrowed his eyes, “Because you had to go and ‘fall in love’. Bah, love.” He rolled his eyes, “Lizzie, you need to live a little.” He stumbled a bit and realized then that the vampire was drunk.

“You’re drunk, Jacques. And if there’s one thing I hate, it’s a drunken vampire. Get out of here before Erik sees you. Or worse, Isabelle.” Elizabeth hit Jacques lightly on the shoulder, “Please?”

He pouted again, “Fine, you lousy, boring housewife.” He turned on his heel, “I’ll get you to have fun again, trust.”

“Insolent little leach…” Elizabeth huffed before gathering up her skirts and rushing back up to her house, looking over her shoulder to see no trace of her dear friend. She frowned and went inside.  

(This may or may not be to be continued. I sort of like it... Anywhoodles, DFTBA or whatever.)

Elizabeth and the Necklace.

"I. Am. Fine." Tori snapped, standing up.

Tristan stepped back, wary. "Tori, calm down. I'm just concerned."

She laughed, "Concerned? Ha! Your little leech girlfriend sent you here, didn't she?"

Tristan snarled and his eyes turned yellow. "Leech. Don't you dare call Elizabeth a leech! I came here because I was worried!" He slashed her hard across the face.

Tori kicked him in the chest, "Why shouldn't I? That's what she is. A leech. A bloodsucking little bitch." She punched him in the jaw, "A parasite."

Tristan, in a flash, pinned her to the ground as a wolf. He ripped across her chest, breaking the chain of the necklace. He snatched it up in his mouth.

Tori quickly jumped up, yanking the necklace from his mouth. Elizabeth ran in then, eyes blood red, fangs bared. Tori held the necklace up, whispering something in a strange language. Elizabeth started screaming, her eyes rolling back. The only word that could be made out was Tristan. A swirling purple mist crept out of her mouth and nose, and seeped into the necklace. Elizabeth went silent and dropped to the ground, her body still.

Tristan snarled and lunged at Tori, sinking his teeth in her neck. He swatted the necklace out of her hand.

Tori let out a muffled scream and laughed, "Good luck." She whispered in his ear before disappearing.

Elizabeth's point of view.

Tristan. Oh God., where was Tristan? I looked around, frantic to find his familiar face. But there was nothing, just darkness. I'm not even sure there was any darkness. It was just empty. It wasn't dark, it wasn't light. There wasno color, there was no anything. I'm not even sure I was there. All I knew is that Tristan wasn't there, which worried me. I couldn't even feel anything. I was completely numb, void of all senses.

Where was I? Was Tristan here? Was he looking for me? The necklace. That's it, that's the only thing that could do this to me. But what happened? Tori. That's it. That bitch. Oh, I warned them. This is the reason you listen to the 300 year old vampire. She knows what she's talking about, dammit.

But I couldn't focus on being angry. I had to get out of there. To Tristan. But I couldn't move. And I was so cold. Not that the cold bothers me. But it was a different kind of cold. I felt empty. Numb.

Wait. I heard something. Tristan. Tristan's voice. He told me to open my eyes. I tried, oh I tried. But I didn't feel like I had eyes to open. What was going on?

I could hear something else. A child's voice. A little girl... No. No, it couldn't be. It was Isabelle's voice. My Isabelle. She was crying. I hated the sound of Isabelle crying, it killed me to hear her crying. I wanted to comfort her, to hold her. Her crying got softer, like she was leaving. No! I couldn't lose her again. Not my poor Isabelle.

There were so many voices now. My mother, my sister, even my father. I hadn't heard my father's voice since I was little. Then Erik's voice. Then the sound of the gun shot. More voices then, one's I couldn't remember the faces to. I heard Josaphine's, that crazy girl. And Chris's too. Then the Comte's. That one struck a nerve.

But why? Why all the voices? To remind me of the one's I lost? To remind of the pain being immortal has brought me? Evangeline was doing this. Even though she was dead she couldn't leave me alone.

If I wanted to blame someone, it should be the Comte. Just put all the blame on the worthless bastard. He made me like this. Made me into a monster. That's what I truly was. A monster. I've killed so many people, done so many bad things. If I still could, I would go to Hell.

Maybe that's where I was? Or the endless black abyss Gabriel was talking about. I was probably dead and this was my punishment. I deserved every last bit of it.

And yet somehow... I regret nothing.


And you all get NO back story! Mwhahahaha! Unless you ask for it, then I'll give you some.    

Luna and Milo's Story

Luna Lawrence, now fourteen, slipped on a black tank top and looked at herself in the mirror. It had been a year since she tried to kill herself, and her life had gone downhill from then. She hadn't told her parents, not wanting to give them another reason to want to ship her off to the nut house. So to hide her scars, she started drawing on her wrists. And then her hands. And then anything else within reach. Drawing became her release, her ticket to getting out of the world. And drawing on her wrists and hands became a weird quirk instead of a way to hide her dark secret.

Since the incident, Luna never left her house, only for school. And then she demanded that her parents drive her, not daring to walk alone. She had begun to sink back into herself. She was always quiet, she never laughed, she never cried. She was emotionless. On the few occasions in which she did show emotion, it was when she was alone.

"Luna!" She heard her mom, Cindy Lawrence, call from down the stairs. Luna sighed and grabbed her bags, walking down the stairs.

Her and her parents were going to the Lawrence family reunion. Joy. A week with her dad's, John Lawrence, obnoxiously beautiful family. They all had golden blond hair and bright blue eyes. Her mom's side, however, all had brown hair and brown eyes. Where Luna's black hair and eyes came from, she didn't know.

After an argument between Cindy and John. The Lawrence family was in their minivan and on their way to New Orleans, where the reunion was taking place. Luna spent the ride listening to her iPod and drawing with Sharpie on her hands, making intricate swirls and strange patterns.  Her parents argued in the front seat, causing Luna to turn up the volume, sinking into her own little world.

Hours upon hours later, they arrived at the Sheridan Hotel. They were all greeted by hoards of obnoxious blond relatives. Going on about stuff Luna really didn't care about. As soon as possible, Luna slipped away from the masses and sat in the corner of the room, drawing on her wrists.

After a while, a girl about her age skipped up to her, "Hi!" She chirped, "My name's Sara!"

Luna looked up, "I'm Luna."

Sara sat next to her, "What'chya doin? Drawing on your hands? That's weird."

Luna shifted uncomfortably, "Yeah... It's a habit I have..."

Another girl, a bit older, came up behind Sara, "Ew. Don't talk to her, Sara."

Sara turned and looked at her, "Why?"

Luna looked down at her hands. The girl sneered, "She's so weird. And look at her hair! She's so emo!"

Sara looked Luna up and down and scoffed, "You are so right, Lucy! I can't believe I even, like, talked to
her at all." Lucy and Sara both laughed.

Luna looked like she wanted to run away. Suddenly, she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. "Hello Sara. Lucy." Came a male voice behind her.

Lucy went pale, "H-hey, Milo."

Luna turned and looked up. Behind her was an older boy that looked nearly exactly like her. He had the same messy black hair and dark brown eyes that looked black. His clothes were spattered in paint. Milo smirked, "Why don't you two lovely whores go make yourselves vomit in the bathroom?"

Sara opened her mouth to say something but Lucy stopped her. They both turned and walked away, holding their heads low.

Milo laughed and sat next to Luna, "Hey there. I'm Milo."

Luna looked down at her hands, "I'm Luna."

He nodded, "Lovely name." He took one of her hands and examined the drawings, "These are really cool. You've got a talent, Kid."

She pulled her hand away, "Er, thanks." She glanced at him, "How old are you?"

He smiled, "Nineteen. You?"

Luna looked down, "Fourteen." She mumbled.

Milo laughed, "Did ya hear we have to  share rooms with people? Ha, Lucy has to share a room with Fred."

Luna raised an eyebrow, "Fred?"

He pointed to a younger boy with glasses and braces. He was reading a comic book and slurpping something from a cup.

She made a face, "Girls and guys have to share rooms?"

Milo shrugged, "Some do." He took her hand and pulled her up, "C'mon. Let's go see what poor souls we're stuck with."

He led her over to a table and picked up a sheet with his name. Luna did the same and read next to where it said, 'Roomate' Her eyes went wide, "M-Miles Lawrence." She looked at Milo, "Is that you?"

Milo laughed, "Looks like we're sharing a room, Little Luna."

Luna made a face, "Little Luna?"

He grinned and put an arm around her shoulders, "That's your new nickname." He chuckled, "Unless you prefer Loony?"

She froze and a lump formed in her throat, "No. Little Luna is fine."

Milo took the arm down and looked at her, "Did I say something wrong? I don't have to call you anything..."

Luna shook her head, "N-no it's fine."

He nodded, "Right then." He grinned and picked up both of their bags, "To our room, milady?"

She managed a small smile. It wasn't much, but it was getting somewhere. She nodded and they went into the elevator and into their room.

The rest of the week past without a hint of depression. Luna finally started to show emotion. She smiled, she laughed at Milo's jokes. He had finally pulled ehr out of her shell.

On the last night, after they both had gone to bed, it finally hit. Luna couldn't go at least a week without having the nightmares. Terribly realistic nightmares of what had happened to her. The three boys. The ally. Their laughs echoing. Everything was so realistic, as if it were happening all over again. Then Luna started screaming, and kicking and fighting. She had to get away from them. She couldn't let it happen again.
She felt someone shaking her. Two strong, soft hands on her shoulders. Not their hands. His hands.

"Luna!" Milo screamed, waking her up, "Luna! Wake up!"

Luna jolted awake, tears streaming down her face, and sobbing uncontrollably. Milo pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her, "Luna. Shhh. It's okay. What was that?"

She cried into his chest, not able to say anything. She was shaking with the terror that still rushed through her veins. Milo rocked her back and forth, stroking her hair, "You can tell me anything, Little Luna."

Luna looked up at him through bleary eyes, "It was a n-nightmare. T-that's all."

Milo looked at her sternly, "Luna. Just a nightmare couldn't do this to you. Tear you apart like this. You've been hiding something from me all week. And I want t know. I want to help you."

She shook her head, "You can't help me..."

He put a finger under her chin and forced her to look up at him, "Luna. I'm here for you. Tell me."

Luna took a shaky breath and told him. Everything. She left out no detail. From the hurtful words of her peers to the three boys in the ally and what they did to her. As she told the part about after she got home, she walked into the bathroom, washing off her wrists. The ink rinsed away, leaving only the two angry pink scars on her wrists.

Luna finished her story and looked up at Milo, her eyes still watery. Milo had a mix of emotions on his face.
Sadness, sympathy, compassion, anger, hatred. He finally pulled her into a hug and stroked her hair, "Luna..." Was all he said.

She started to cry again, "Y-you're the first person I've told about this."

Milo looked down at her, "What? You haven't told anyone?"

Luna shook her head sadly.

"What about your parents?" He asked.

She laughed weakly, "I can't tell them anything. Not that they'd listen."

He sighed, "I'm going to give you my number, okay? If you ever feel like you have to hurt yourself again, I want you to call me. You know what? Screw it, call me anyway." He grinned and hugged her.

Luna smiled, "Thank you, Milo... For everything. Being nice to me, making me laugh, everything."

Milo kissed the top of her head, "You're like a little sister to me. I love ya, Little Luna."

She smiled and closed her eyes, "I love you too, Miles."

He ruffled her hair, "It's Milo! Call me Milo!"

They both laughed.

Exerpt From the Story With no Name!

Ria walked into a small field and gazed up at the waning moon, a smile on her lips. She laughed softly and spun around, a blur of silver in the dark. She stopped her dance when she heard a snap in the woods. She turned quickly, the patterns on her arms swirling as balls of moonlight manifested in her hands, "Who's there?!" She demanded.

There was no answer, only the sounds of footsteps. A figure stepped out of the woods, wearing a long, black, hooded coat. He stepped towards Ria, his head low.

She stepped back, "Who are you?" She asked, quieter this time.

The figure looked up, lowering his hood. Ria recognized him instantly. He had golden blond hair and amber eyes that reminded her of the sun. On his handsome face was a sad frown that looked wrong amongst his features. It was Damon.

Ria stepped closer, "D-Damon? What are you doing here?"

Damon looked down at her, "Elphateria, They're looking for you. We must leave."

She raised an eyebrow and backed away some, "Leave? No, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

He ran a hand softly over her cheek, "Ria, we both know that isn't true."

Ria glared at him, her eyes turning black, "You'll find I've changed a lot over the years."

For the first time, Damon smiled, well smirked actually, "Somehow, I don't think you've changed at all."

She narrowed her eyes, "What do you want, Damon?"

"Come with me, Ria." Damon pleaded, "Please, They won't rest until you're dead. And I know a place that They can't find." He stepped closer and cupped her face in his hands, "Ria, please. Come with me."

Ria hesitated, "Damon... I can't. I..." She trailed off, her gaze locked with his.

Damon leaned closer to kiss her, and Ria was doing the same. But something on his neck caught her attention. A strange black mark... Their mark.

Ria shoved him away and she fought off tears, "D-Damon... No. Tell me that's not what I think it is..."

Damon looked at her sadly, pulling a dagger out of his coat, "You shouldn't have left us Ria..."

She shook her head and backed away, "Please, Damon. I had to. You have to understand!"

He got angry then, his eyes darkening, "I understand that you obviously cared nothing for me and the others! Just left us for no reason!"

"I had to!" Ria screamed, "What about the promise you made me?"

Damon looked away, "That was a long time ago, Ria."

Ria's eyes were pitch black with anger, "You promised me! You promised!"

"Ria. I-"

"I don't want to hear it! You're working for Them now, aren't you! You're no better than the rats who murdered Raven!" Ria spat at him, hatred filling her eyes.

Damon looked like he wanted to say something. Like he wanted to yell at her. To tell her she was wrong. But she wasn't. Of course she wasn't. He walked closer and crushed her in a hug.

Ria stopped, surprised. After a moment, she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest, sobbing quietly. Damon held her close, a few tears escaping from him as well.

After a while of crying, Ria sighed, "I hate you." She whispered.

Damon stroked her hair, "I hate you too." He whispered sadly.

She looked up at him, her eyes searching his for something. Damon looked down at her for a moment before kissing her softly. Ria kissed him back for a moment, but then pulled away, "I never want to see you again."

Damon sighed, "Then close your eyes." He whispered.

Ria broke away from his arms and turned to walk away, "I suppose you have to kill me now?"

He shrugged, "I'll let you get a head start."

Without another word, Ria disappeared, leaving Damon alone in the field. He stuck the dagger back in his coat and walked the other way, running his hands through his hair.

This is Why I Can't Sleep...

I jolted awake and looked around, panic pulsing through my veins. I heard a noise and jumped up, spinning around. I didn't see the source of the noise, I couldn't see anything really. I stumbled along blindly, hoping to find a light switch, or something. 
The faintest of noises sounded behind me and I swirled around, "Hello?" I choked out, my voice sounded small and choked. There was no response and I stepped forward. I gave a cry as I felt something wrap around my ankle and drag me down. "Help!" Came my muffled plea. Again, no response.
I lay completely still on the ground. Afraid that if I moved, whatever grabbed me would get me again. Very slowly, I reached my hand into my pants pocket, looking for my cellphone. It was there and I flipped it open. No service. I cursed quietly and used the phone as a flashlight.
I was in a small room. I didn't see any windows or doors, just empty walls. I stood hesitantly and shown the light all around, I was alone in the room. Or so I thought.
An invisible force knocked me onto the ground and rested on top of me, crushing the air out of me. I tried to scream but the thing was covering my mouth, muffling my cries. I kicked and hit at the thing but to no avail, I was trapped. Finally I lost consciousness from lack of air.
When I awoke, the room was considerably brighter and I was standing. I looked in front of me. What I assumed was the Thing that was sitting on me, turned out to be a man in a dark cloak holding a bloody dagger. With an awful realization, I looked down. There was a huge blood stain on my shirt. Panicking, I pulled my shirt up. There was a large gash in my stomach with blood pouring out of it. I collapsed onto the ground and looked up at the figure. "I'm sorry..." He whispered.

Exerpt From Burned

A smidgen of the novel I'm writing

Serafina's eyes fluttered open and she looked around. She was in yet another cold, white room on yet another metal topped table. She sat up and wobbled a little before gasping in pain. Whatever those doctors used to knock her out gave her a terrible headache.
On the other side of the room there was another table like the one she was sitting on. But on that table there was a familiar sleeping half-angel.
"Lance!" She cried, running over to him. He jolted awake and smiled when he saw Serafina. He sat up and hugged her tightly, "Sera! Oh, are you okay? Did they do anything to you?"
Serafina shook her head, "No. But Ma-"
As she was talking, the door slid open and, speak of the devil, Dr. Maggie Silverstorm walked in. Her blond hair had been brushed back into order and her burned wrist was wrapped in a bandage. When Serafina saw her she lunged of the table and towards her. Lance pulled her back and stepped in front of her.
Maggie laughed, "How sweet. The angel is protecting the demon."
Serafina's eyes began glowing red, "Who said I need protecting?"
"I'm not protecting you." Lance said, looking back, "I'm making sure you don't do something you'll regret."
Maggie laughed again, "Your powers won't work in this room. You can't do anything to me."
Serafina sneered and held out her hand. To her surprise, no fire appeared there, "What do you want from us?" She said furiously.
"To get rid of you." Maggie said seriously, "What both of you are is unnatural. You shouldn't exist. There's only one reason for your existence."
Lance narrowed his eyes, "Maggie. It's not your place. You have no right to pass judgment on our place in this world. So I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself." 
"As I was saying," Maggie said, unfazed by his slight threat, "Is that we have to get rid of you before your purpose is fulfilled."
Serafina looked at both of them, "What do mean? What's our purpose?"
Maggie smiled, "Oh, so you haven't told her?"
Lance's eyes flashed dangerously, "Maggie. I'm warning you-"
"Your purpose is to either pick if the world goes to darkness or light." Maggie said, "And to do that, one of you has to destroy the other. One of you must die."

Luna's Story

"You're so ugly!"
"Everyone hates you!"
"Why don't you just go kill yourself?!"
Thirteen year old Luna Lawrance walked away from her middle school, her head hanging low. Silent tears slid down her face, They're right... She thought, I'm useless. No ones ever going to love me... She shook the terrible thoughts from her head and finished her walk home.
"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" Luna called, walking into the living room. She heard yelling from upstairs. Her parents were fighting again. Luna sighed and went to her room, slamming the door and hopping onto her bed. The hurtful words of her classmates kept ringing in her ears, and her thoughts stayed depressed. She flopped onto her back and staired at the ceiling, contemplating something to do.
After another hour of moping, Luna decided to go out. She slipped on her Converse and out into the cool night air. She breathed it in and jogged down the road. Once she was out of the more residental area, she knew she had made a mistake. Luisianna wasn't the best place for a young teeage girl to be by herself. She ignored the nagging sense to go home and walked on.
After walking for a while, the heard laughter behind her. She just barely turned and cursed under her breath. Three boys from her school were walking torwards her. She thought about running, but the they'd notice her. Maybe they havn't seen me. She thought hopefully.
"Hey Loony!" One of them called. She cursed again, they had deffinatly seen her. She turned around, "Er, hey guys."
They had reached her then, mischievous glints in their eyes. She gulped, "How's it going, Loony?" The tallest of the three said.
She gulped, "Oh, fine. I was just heading home."
One of them grabbed her roughly on the arm, "Oh, no you're not. We wanna hang out with you."
The others laughed and they pushed her in a dark ally. Tears started to well in her eyes from their roughness. They laughed again and shoved her against the wall, pinning her there.
"Let me go!" She cried, kicking out. One of them punched her hard in the jaw. They all laughed as she started crying harder. The tallest, she tried to remember his name, Tommy, ripped off her shirt. She shivered when the cold air touched her bare skin. The others laughed, "Looks like she's nervous, Tom."
He smiled, "Don't be nervous, we're gonna have fun."
The tears started pouring out of her eyes as she tried to push him off her. He found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it, laughing.

Hours later when they left, Luna was left cold, topless and bruised in the alleyway. She stood up, crying and grabbed her shirt, slipping it on. The words they had said to her haunted her memories. You should enjoy this. They said, No one else will ever do this for you. They said it like what they did to her was a favor. She stumbled home, the bloody bruises all over her body slowing her down. When she finally made it home, her parents were gone. Leaving her a note that said they would be back tomorrow. She crawled up the stairs and into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat and cried until she didn't think it was possible to cry anymore.
Looking around, Luna saw a shaving razor and picked it up. She looked at it, contemplating her options. It would be so easy.  Luna thought, I could end all the pain right now... She lowered the razor onto her wrist and slashed down as hard as she could. She let out a cry of pain but smiled a little before slashing the other one. "So easy..." She whispered, collapsing onto the ground.

Luna woke up hours later, feeling weak and woozy. She looked at her wrists, they were covered in dried blood. As was the ground. Her eyes widened, "I'm alive." She started crying again, thankful for survival. She quickly cleaned off the ground and her arms before going into her room. "I survived..." She whispered, laying on her bed.