Okay so heres chapter two, finally!!!, the first part is in Sams POV and the second part is in Analisas, so try not to get them confused, going with Sams POV first was the only way I could've introduced one of my characters and youll see why, I wanted to show how he feels and all that towards Analisa also to give you all th eoppertunity to know Sam more. :) Enjoy

::Chapter Two::

Another Girl?!

The sun rose waking me from my peaceful sleep. I opened my deep ocean blue eyes, I couldn't tell you where I was at. My mind was foggy for a few moments until I finally became aware. I saw Analisa, she was sitting there beside me, still like a statue. I wonder if she knew I was a wake yet or if she couldn't feel me pushing myself up with my elbows.

She was beautiful, I admit and I care about her deeply and I want to just stay here with her, I don't care about anything else... just her.

I yawned as I sat up. My chest was bare, I forgot all about taking my shirt off last night. I looked around trying to figure out what she was staring at. It must be one of those moments where she just goes in to a day dream about her past, oddly it doesn't seem like she was in pain, it must be a good flash back instead of when that monster turned her. Though I couldn't say I hated him for it, for doing to her what he did, if he hadn't I wouldn't have never had a friend.

I hung my head low, I'm being selfish, I know how she felt about it all. She hated it, being here among the living. I don't blame her for that, I mean she can't do much of anything let a lone go outside. She won't burn or anything but still, her appearance is obvious and not even albinos are that sickly pale. However, I can't shake the fact that I'm happy she's here.

I stared at her; focused on her brilliant face. Her cheeks held no color in them like a 'living' girl would be, instead it was carved out of the finest white marble by the angels themselves. Her eyes were black and empty as they stared in to her past as they often do. Her long blond hair hung loosely around her shoulders and down her back and strands of it were curled behind her on the couch.

I sat fully up making sure she was aware of my waking. "I know your awake, Sam, you don't have to move around a lot," she stated still not looking at me.

I narrowed my eyes, "you're so weird.”

She looked at me and smiled, "You're even weirder, I swear you have all those fancy gadgets and phones... what do you need all those for?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her old-fashion mind, "it's called entertainment for the most part."

"Hmm," she squinted, "You know what I did for entertainment way back in the 1800's? I had parties, with dancing and laughing, friends, and pretty gowns."

"Well," I sighed, "I'm not much in to the party scene, and I'm not going to wear a gown!"

She laughed, "Yeah, yeah."

I placed my feet on the cold wood floor and walked to get my light blue shirt to put it on. I could feel her eyes watching me, or maybe I'm just paranoid.

Ever since I was little, she has always watched me; worried about me. She's more of an older sister to me, but I can't help but feel like that's not the relationship I want with her... I want something more to be hers and she be mine. I don't know what she feels toward me except that I'm just the boy she saves like I'm the damsel in distress and shes the knight in shiny armor, but in those fairy tales, doesn't the damsel and the knight fall in love and get married in the end?

I couldn't really be sure, actually I feel ridiculous about comparing my self to a damsel, I'd rather her be the damsel and I be her knight who comes to save her with my brilliant white steed, and fall in love with her and marry her; be a king, while she'll be my queen. Again I feel ridiculous, fairy tales? Why would I believe in fairy tales, that's the girls dreams isn't it? I'm not a girl!

I felt myself blush at my thoughts and tried to shake it off before Analisa realized it, but of course she catches every one of my human flaws, "Sam, you're face is turning red. Are you feeling well? Or are you blushing" Her voice rang softly through my ears and I felt my knees get weak but I held on tight and tried not to give too much away.

"No," I looked at her and smiled, "I'm fine. I'm not blushing," I lied with a laugh as I tuned away from her. I hope she doesn't catch that one, it would be embarrassing to try to talk about it with her.

She stared blankly at me, her empty eyes starting burning me to my core, "Are you sure? I haven't seen your face get that red before. Maybe you should take it easy today."

I nodded and looked at her, I can't get pass her beauty, her black empty eyes, blond hair, dazzling smile. I smiled at her, I'm not perfect, my smile isn't nearly as perfect as her, I guess that's just one of the benefits of being dead.

She stood gracefully, Her steps were precise, calculated at exactly the same length apart. Her movements flowed to the next without missing a beat. Every time she came near me I could see her cringe, I'm not sure why, but it hurts me when she does.

She placed a hand on my forehead, she was colder than ice but it felt good on my burning skin. "Sam, you are burning up. Go home and rest up some more, I can't really help you here." She dropped her hand to her side.

"I will, thank you."

I left the mansion leaving her by her self. As I step outside, the wind blew cool against my skin chilling me for a moment but it felt nice. Leaving has always left me feeling a bit lonely and sad, but as always I play the happy boy who every one likes and adores.

I walked quickly to my black 2008 Lamborghini Gallardo thankful I had something fast. I drove down the highway going about eighty.

I drove by houses after houses, passing cars without slowing down; thoughts raced back and fourth in my mind. What am I supposed to do now? I'm making such a big deal out of it, acting like a school girl who just got rejected, only difference is, I'm a guy and I have a fast car.

I finally made it home. In the drive way was parked a rusted green caravan who I could only guess belonged to Mary, the head cheerleader at our school. I parked my car in the empty 8-car garage and walked in side the large blue house.

Sitting at the dining room table, Mary looked up with big gray eyes. Her red curls framed her cream-colored, heart-shaped face, and she stood at about five feet four inches.

“Hey, Sammy,” She waved at me as I walked to the refrigerator.

“Hey,” I stated back not looking at her, “what are you up to?”

She smiled mischievously at me, “well, a few of the girls and I were wondering if you wanted to go to a party Saturday night. It's at Paula's house, her parents are gone for the week some wheres off in Canada.”

I tilted my head back and sighed, “I'm sorry I have plans that day,” it's not exactly a lie, I'll be with Analisa all day Saturday.

Mary looked embarrassed, “Oh, I didn't know.” She smiled trying to look cheerful, “well, if you change your mind the invitation is still open, okay?”

I nodded without smiling back. I'm not exactly a partier, I hated the whole idea of it, I would have gone with Analisa if I grew up in her era but all that's gone for her now. Maybe I could do something to relive those happy times for her, even if it was just to be me and her, isn't the two of us enough?

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The day has gone so quickly now. The sky is turning gray and shadows fills the ground, I nervously glanced at the clock, 8:10. Why am I getting so nervous about it? When it gets completely dark around 10:30 I will go to him, comfort him while he sleeps.

Slowly the clock ticked away the seconds, it was going too slow. Something felt out of place,wrong. My keen senses are telling me there's danger about but what is out there?

If it was a foe could I take it on to protect him or would I die trying and leave him to suffer? I could wait no longer I had to go, had to protect him.

I flew out the door and jumped in to the trees jumping from limb to limb glancing around for any potential threat to my Sam. I ran until the trees thinned all that was left were house tops so I silently jumped from house to house until I came upon the biggest, in the driveway was a green caravan of whom I did not know, it wasn't his parents. I didn't feel danger from it so I listened.

“Sammy?” I heard the screeching voice of a girl, “what exactly do you do over there at that old mansion? Is it really hunted?”

“I go there to get away from everything, and to study. I think best when I'm surrounded by ghost,” he chuckled, obviously not enjoying her company.

“Doesn't it scare you? Odd thing happens. right? Are there really ghost?”

“I'll take you there sometimes. I'm not scared and strange things happens all the time.” He sighed and looked out the window, he looked bored.

“You'll really take me there?” Her voice went high with excitement.

“Yeah, sure,” His eyes closed.

She screeched and clapped her hands, “When can we go?”

“How about tomorrow?” He looked away from the window, I assume hes looking at her.

“That will be perfect, is it like a date?” Has she fallen for my Sam? I hissed at the thought of it being a... a date!

“It's late Mary you should go now.” Sam yawned.

I got the feeling of danger, it was stronger now that I was focusing on it a bit more. I jumped down on to the soft grass, ran around the house a few times and walked to the front door, knocked three times and waited.

After a minute Sam opened the door, “Ana..lisa? What are you doing here?”

I shoved him inside and closed the door behind me, “Hi, Sam.”

Mary walked through the kitchen door, “Sammy, who is it?”

She was pretty at least... “I'm Analisa, his... cousin.”

Mary cocked her head sideways, “he never mentioned he had a cousin coming to visit. Sammy, maybe we can go to the mansion some other time..”

“You mean the haunted mansion?” I tried to sound less knowledgeable.

She gave a slight nod, “Yeah. Sammy promised to take me tomorrow”

“Maybe I can come to, I wondered about that myself!” I smiled, “that is, if you wouldn't mind? I mean this would also give me some advantage to get to know one of his friends.”

Sam walked between us,“Analisa?”

“It's okay Sammy, she can give me some tips on how she keeps her skin so clear!”

It's called being dead... “That's terrific, and you could tell me what you use for your hair!”

She smiled, “I'm not sure you need advice on hair, you're hair is perfect!”

I smiled, I loved the enviousness in her voice over everything she believed to be perfection.

Okay so heres Chapter One. The bold/Italics are Analisas memories and the regular font is the present time. I kept switching back and frouth between the flashbacks so you can see how much Analisa and Sam had grown close to each other :) enjoy and please don't be shy to leave comments, and feedback and ideas for chapters :). Everything is welcomed.

::Chapter One:: The Boy Named Sam

and his gardian angel.

I looked over to see Sam sleeping on the couch, he had passed out hours ago. His black hair shined with the moon light that shimmered in from the large windows. Shadows danced on his light tan skin, and I could hear the sound of his breathing and the painful beating of his heart. I really dind't know why I was abe to bare the sound of his heart and the memories it created in side my mind. Maybe I Was able to bare it because deep inside me I grew emotionally attached to him, far more then the dead ever should.

I looked away from him and stared in to the empty fire place, it was a cold night but neither Sam or I could even care about it. I didn't really feel the cold however I could see Sam shiver from the corner of my eye. I kept staring in to the fire place hoping I could start a fire with out moving and lighting it myself. I didn't want to startle him awake, he looked so peaceful.

A lot has changed, I thought to myself, except for me. I haven't changed at all in the past 123 years. In looks I was only 17 and that will never change, my hair is still the same light blonde it was... I guess one thing has changed... my eyes. They used to be green and now they are black and empty like a dried up well.

Though I really don't need sleep I allowed myself to drift back in to my memories at least far back to when I met the boy named Sam.

It was Halloween, a cold and foggy night. One of th eonly holiday I can go out as I am, fang bearing, pale skin that I told every one I bathed in ice to get the cold feeling. I wandered around house to house gathering up candy that I wouldn't eat but give to some poor kids who have had their candy stolen by the town bullies. I wasn't really having fun, there was no need for me to do all this, except that I wanted to feel like I belonged among these people.

It was a moonless night, eery and cold. younger children couldn't stay out as long as they wanted because they were getting too cold, it was an odd feeling, and kind of creepy, so I guess it sat the tone of the night. Children were laughing as they played little pranks on each other, screaming and jumping, scaring and howling, all the things little kids do at this time. Hearing it actually made me cry in side, I wan't to play a long, I wanted to jump and run with them... but I might hurt them if I did.

I decided I didn't want to be out for too long tonight, so I walked the long road, pass small country houses, and huge mansions, I walked across the bridge and was coming up to the cemetry when I heard the cries of a small boy. I scanned the land with my eyes looking for the source. My vision was accurate, better then an eagle; I listened to the small whimpers and beating and jolted up in to the surrounding trees scanning from above. Movement near the bushes on the opposite side of the grave yard. I could hear the bigger kids laughing and beating up on the small child. Five older children, one was over weight for his age, and the other four were all built small but different sizes but healthy at least.

I could smell the boys blood, that was dripping from the child nose and mouth and through numerous scratches. The boy was crying but he didnt struggle, he was tired and giving up. He was being beat with out mercy by bullies with nothing better to do. Instictively, with one bound, I landed silently near the group of children. I was invisible to them, using the night shadows of the trees and the moonless night to my advantage, I allowed my eyes to glow a deep yellow as one of the boys turned to see if any one was coming. He stared at me, in to my hungry eyes; his eyes grew wide with fear and he begun to whimper. I let out a soft growl of hate and anger and I could since the fear rising in him even further.

"Uh, guys! I think we should get out of here!" He whispered to his friends.

They haven't noticed me yet, "I think you should isten to your friend," I hissed, "unless you want to end up worse then the child you're bullying?" I smiled as I steped to where they could see my face more clearly but still unrecognizable. I flashed my fangs as the bullies looked up at me.

The fatter one punched the other in the arm, "It's only some girl ina costume, stop being such a scardy cat!"

I leaped in to the air with out them seeing me move; I landed behind the fat kid and lifted him above my head by his costume, "Am I just some girl in a costume? I mean I am pretty strong."

The fat kid screamed like a little girl, high pitched and scratchy. I threw him down near a headstone a good three feet away, he struggled up and started his slow run between headstones and running to the open field out side of the grave yard, he was still screaming. I smiled at my accomplishment getting the fat annoying one to run away like a girl. I smelled urin and knew that he had just wet himself.

I stared at the other kids who just stood ther watching me, they were scared... perhaps too scared to run away. A taller thinner kid stared at me for a long moment, "What are you?" His voice cracked in fright.

I stared at the boy on the ground, he was bleeding badly; he was at least no more then 5 years old. Instead of answering the kids question I walked to the beaten body on the ground. I picked him up and cradled him in my arms, "This is wrong," I stated just looking at the unconsious boy, "this beating... Why did you beat him!" I hissed at the taller boy, my eyes glowing even more brighter with anger and hunger.

The taller boy started to cry, "We didn't mean to hurt him but he wouldn't listen to us!"

"You didn't mean to hurt him?" I growled, "Look at him, he's almost dying! Don't you know when to stop!"

"I... I'm sorry, but please don't hurt us!" one of the younger kids cried.

I stared at the crying child, "are you serious? You almost kill another child... one that's younger and ore defensless then you, and you dare to say you're sorry! How can you be sorry for this! For almost killing him?" I hissed and my yellow eyes were turning a vilont red. It was at this point I knew I had to get away before a childs life was taken. I leaped in to the trees cradleing the boy in my arms.

I ran until I reached the hospital, and left him by the ambulance door, knowing that in a few seconds an amblulance will be pulling in for the night. I hid in the shadow out of site, watching the boy. I say people come to his side when they realized he was there/ They were screaming, running him inside. At that I turned and I left.

Well, at least no one died in that memory I said to myself, however it wasn't exactly the happy memory I wanted to see, it was still kind of sad, but at least no one died. I looked over to seem stiring in his sleep, rolling over trying to get comfortable. At least thats one thing I don't miss, the being uncomfortable while sleeping.

I leaned over him, and gently brushed locks of dark hair away from his forhead and out of his eyes. He was still peacefull and I was happy to have him here in my home.

Sam's parents bought this home a few years ago, (he's now eighteen going on nineteen in a few months). They have tried countless times to rent this place out, however, every one kept walking out on their first night here. They say this house is haunted, weird things goes on at night when they are alseep, one night a man woke up to a knife in a pillow, and a woman woke up to dead animals that have been drained of thier lives. A child ran in to his parents bedroom screaming that there was blood over the walls... mind you it was only thick red paint, how cruel of you to think I am some evil vile creature.

They never have been able to sell or rent this place out, who'd blame them? Who would want to rent out a haunted mansion? I loved this house, even with the bed memories that it holds, and that it often shares with me.

Something in me screamed at me to turn back, to go back to the hospital. I obeyed. I leaped the trees until I came in full view of the hospital. People scoured the woods looking for any one that was near by that might have dropped the boy off. I hid in the shadows like always, not wanting to be seen. I flung myself over the street lamps and landed on the roof. I sniffed the air, looking for the boys sent. As I caught the scent I moved quickly and silently towards it, moving to the east and then to the north, following the boys scent, I leaped the window panes until I came up his room.

The room was bright, the walls were white with posters of muscles, and body parts. Information on illness also plastered the walls, and how to prevent such illnesses. The sound of the heart monitor stayed steady, I could hear the beating of the child heart, it was painful to my jealous ears. I stared at the battered face of the boy, black hair cropped short, caked in graveyard soil, the nurse hadn't had time to clean him up yet.

Tears sparkled on the boy's cheeks, he was in pain... and a lone. I heard the door opened and I hid in the shadows out side the boys window in a near by tree. She had a pan of warm water and a rag; she place the pan on a steel table near the boys head, she dipped a corner of the ran in the warm water and begun to wash the mud off his face. Underneath the mud was darkened eyes, a busted up nose and a bady cut up lip. Bruses hid beneath the mud, and it hurt him when she wipped the rag over his face, but it was beneficail on his sake.

I hissed as I saw the bruses appear near his neck and arms. How could he deserve a unmerciful punishment like this by other children? It was uncalled for.

The nurse dipped the rag in to the water each time she wipped mud off his face, it quickly became stained with graveyard soli, and blood. Tears streamed down the nurses face, she silently wept in silence in side her own soul. She was hurting. I leaned forward to see her face better. Her brown hair was graying and her brown eyes had a light gray film over them, her lids were red and puffy from crying and a a white line streached down her eyes to her chin washing off her foundation. Her hands were shaking, as she finished the boys face and placed the rag in the pan and left it there. She laid her head on the boys bed, covering her head with her arms and cied, "Oh Sam, Im so sorry! I should have gotten the day off to go with you!" She whispered, "If I was there, none of this would have happened!"

A few minutes later another nurse came in to the room, "Mrs. Shallon, why don't you go home and get some rest. I'll take care of Sam for you." She placed her hands on the older womans back and helped her up. "We'll call you if anything changes, alright?" She smiled reassuring.

Mrs. Shallon nodded, and gave a weak smile in response. The night felt colder and the mist thickened. I heard the cars from miles away start slowing down, no more laughter no pranks... Halloween was over.

I stared at the boy, Sam. He was sleeping peacefully now but his little fingers clinged on to the sheets tightly from the pain. I watched nurse after nurse come in to his room to check on him freguently through out the hours. I couldn't leave, couldn't move. I knew he was alright but something in me told me to stay, he needed me.

I sighed, does he still need me, even now? I asked myself quietly. He's grown now but why do I stay? I listened to his steady heart beating to the rhythem of his dreams. I wanted to so much to die, I don't belong in this world. I am dead, how can I walk among the living and be happy about it?

I looked at the old grandfather clock that stood in a corner of the living room; one-thirty A.M. The night is slow.

I started to stare at everything I could, the walls were light yellow with blue furnature and antigue oak tables and clocks. Nik-naks from years gone by dispalyed through out the room decorating every shelf. I had collected them through out my years, from 1885 to today. I've witness history being made through several wars and events, and Sam only knew so little of the world except what he read in text books from high school. I would often help him with his homework in history, I've lived them, I told him what the text books didn't.

I got tired of looking at everything, so I let my mind wander back.

The sun rose up, depleating my shadows, but I didn't move. The trees helped to hide me from nurses and who ever else happened to be looking at trees. Squrils and birds laid dead beside me, their blood drained from them through out the night.

Nurses came in to the room to check up on the boy. His eyes opened sometimes during the night but he was still hurting and wanted to sleep more. One nurse came in with a tray of hospital food hopeing he could eat some of it, "Hello, Sam." She smiled. \

Her brown hair was tied back with a yellow bow and she had minicured nails. She sat the tray on the metal table and pressed a button to raise the bed in a sitting position. She moved the tray to over his lap.

He looked at the tray with sad brown eyes. He looked up at the nurse with questions in his mind, I could tell by the way he stared the way his eyes narrowed in confusion. "How'd I get here?" His voice was dry and shakey.

The nurse straighted up and looked up towards the cieling thinking, "We aren't sure. Some people found out by the ambulance door and rushed you in here," She looked at the boy, hazel eyes dancing in the sun lit room, "I guess they didn't want to be seen so they just left you. Hey! Do you remember any thing from last night?"

He looked down at his try and picked up a bowl of jell-O, he didn't eat any of it. It seemed he was thinking, he kept turning the bowl in his hands, his eyes moved to the right constantly as he tried to remember, "I was being beaten up by some older kids... I passed out but I could still hear some things... I head some one talking to them and I could feel myself being picked up. I don't know, maybe it was an angel looking after me," he smiled up at the nurse. "Do you believe in angels?"

The nurse smiled back, "Yes. You just might be right, perhaps your gardian angel brought you here."

"Who ever it was, I wish I could meet him..... or her," he laughed a bit but then flinched and held his sides, "It could have been a her, you know?" He smiled again.

He was happy now, I smiled at the sight of him smiling and laughing, though I couldn't say Im an angel... I'm far from it. In his mind, I was an angel, I was his angel who watched over him, perhaps theys why I couldn't leave him.

Does he still see me as his gardian angel? I smiled at myself as I stared at the man I saved that night. He's grown up so much, and I watched him grow. The day we officially met is when we became friends.

We met after he left the hopital and went home. He was outside and he was home a lone. I watched him from the trees as he played by himself, he was happy. I saw the children that had beat him up, the fat kid had started sweating when he saw Sam. Was he scared to go near Sam? Does he since that I'm around? I smiled at the kids fear.

"H... hey, Sam, how's it goin?" The fat kid's voice squeeked.

Sam's eye's narrowed, "What do you want now, Norman?" Sam's voice was angry, not any where near friendly and forgiving.

Norman was the fat kid that I had chased off, the kid that had wet him self. He looked down at the ground, "Jus' wanted to come by and say that I was sorry. I know I shouldn't have beaten you up like that."

Sam's face twisted in confusion as he crossed him arms around his chest, "You're not ever sorry!"

Norman reacted like he had just been punched in the guy by a base ball bat, I could see the tears swealing up in his gray eyes that were filled with sorrow and sadness, "I am sorry, Sam."

Sam stept back, "You never said you were sorry before? What's so different now?"

Norman stared at Sam with hurt eyes, "I know, I been a bully and I know I was mean to ya. I don't expect ya to forgive me, but afterlast night, some one made me feel what it was like to be bullied on, she was a lot stronger an' she was quick."

Sam smiled, "She was my gardian angel. She watches over me!

Norman smiled, "man, I wished I had an angel like your's. I don't think mine really cared, or maybe I was just too mean for her."

Sam looked around, "maybe we can share angels?"

I hissed without thinking an quickly covered my mouth after I realized I had done it. The boys looked around for the sound and Norman's face became pale, "I don't think your angel likes me very much..."

Sam nodded, "then I guess you better get going home, heard you were in trouble."

Norman nodded, "Yeah, dad found out that I was at the cemetary across the bridge, said I shouldn't be across town that far so he grounded me.. I can only come here today, tol'em I had something I needed to tell ya because I done something bad and he let me." He turned and walked away. I had frightened him, and I smilled.

Sam watched in confusion as Norman walked away down the long street, "He's kinda wierd."

I laughed out loud, again I wasn't thinking much on it, and I couldn't stop. Before I knew it sam had walked underneath the tree I was in, "Hey, somebody up there?" he hollered.

I stopped laughing, so much for being hidden, "Uhh, sorry kid." I jumped from the tree landing gracefully on the ground behind him, "really didn't mean to startle you."

Sam looked at me, "You're pretty," he stated looking at me and smiled excitedly, "are you my angel that saved me last night?"

My eyes narrowed, "I saved you yes, from that fat kid and the other children."

He threw his arms around my waist, "I'm Sam. Thank you for taking me to the hospital. was you there all night?"

"I'm Analisa... How'd you know I was there?" I asked confused pulling him away from me.

"I saw a shadow move in the trees in my room when I opened my eyes, I knew there was an angel looking after me!" He smiled widely.

I smiled, he was happy. From then we have becace friends, he had never told any one about me. Later through the years he had grown and realized I wasn't aging. By the time he was 15 he had done research on my home, and my history and found old articales about mine and my parents deaths.

I was sitting in the kitchen of my mansion when he ran in, "Analisa? You're a.... vampire, aren't you?" He had asked me.

I looked at him and smiled, "unfurtunatly so," I stated, "not something I'm proud of."

He just smiled, he didn't care what I was. I was his friend and his only real friend he has ever had. Three years later he still comes by, talking to me like I'm still human. I was happy, but his beating heart was painful to my ears, knowing that he had another chance at life and I didn't. I felt sad when I heard the beating heart, the steady rythem of life.

Okay so heres the prolague that Ive got so far.. I basically added on to the first part of the stoey where Analisa is being changed in to a vampire, added more details, and made everything run more smoothly I hope :). Enjoy and let me know what you think.

 ::Prologue::

I could hear the screams, the agonizing, torturing screams of my mother and father. I could see my mother's long graceful fingers reaching out to me; I could hear her once angelic voice screaming for me to run, "Run, Analisa! Go!" However, I coulnd't move, the fright froze me in my place in the fetal position in the corner of the large dining room of the mansion. I watched as her skin grew paller as the monster sank his fangs in to her neck, blood seeping down the side of his lips.

I could see my fathers brown eyes rool back in to his head as th esecond vampire bit down and drained him of his life. Tears rolled down my green eyes and down my flawless tanned cheeks. I clutched my knees to my chest sinking deeper in to the corner waiting... My mothers screams dafed to only moans and coughs as the vampire drained her too, until finally her green eyes rolled back into her head and her fingers fell limply to her sides.

The monsters threw them down with great ease like paper dolls; fangs bearing from between their lips glistening with blood of my parents. they came for me, slowly, swaying with hunger, walking towards me in a trance as if I were their Thanksgiving meal.

"Please, no!" I cried, "Please... please...please! Don't do this to me!" I begged, tears rushing from my eyes like a raging river; I couldn't move. At this point I knew, that only at seventeen, I was about to die. No more parties or fancy gowns, no more friends, sun or moon... no more of anything. All there was now was darkness as the two crept closer to me. I sobbed, "Please don't do this to me. Why are you doing this?"

One of them knelt down in front of me and looked at me with amusement. He had black hair and black eyes like an empty well. His skin was flawless much more than my own; his was like marble carved by the angels themselved... but why? Why would angles carve such an evil creature like this?

He stared at me as the other looked around the organized dining rom, "Brilliant!" He smiled at me. His smile, oddly, wasn't evil, in fact it was the kind a friend's would be. "I love this place, it's so perfect." He stated in a gruffy voice.

I sobbed and looked away from him. Why were they waiting to kill me? Can't they just get it over with already? Afte ra while, I looked back at the two monsters. They stared at me with sorrow in their faces. Eyes balck as coal and empty still, but niether of them had a smile on their faces. "Why?" I managed to ask again.

The one closer to me smiled, "It's just what we do." This voice was more angelic, more peacefull and sincere.

The other one pushed him aside; this one had blonde hair and the same empty black eyes. He grabbed me by my own green hair and pulled me up eye level to him. He stared at me, anger slowly showing on his face. He threw me down near his partner, "I can't eat any more, so you can have her." I watched as he turned and walked away.

I could feel myself being moved against my well. Peircing claws sinking into my skin drawing blood, and then I could feel the sharp pain of his fangs bearing down into my neck draining me. I could feel the warm blood rushing out of my body... and then blackness.

Darkness overcame me as I fell into the deepest sleep. My body was burning. Am I on Fire? Where am I? I could hear myself, but no one responded. I could see figures in the distance but they were blurry. Hey! Wait for me! I hollered after them, again they didn't respond. I ran, but everything I did made it seem like they were getting further away from me... this is when I realized, I was a lone. Deeply, truely alone.

I woke up, I didn't know how long I have been sleeping, but at the same time I didn't know where I woke up at. It was dark, but my eyes adjusted unnaturally easy and quickly. I smelled something rotted, and musky, blood... blood everywhere. I felt strange, scared. I sat up, "Where are my clothes?" I asked myself. I looked arround, bodies laid on tables with tags attached to their toes. I saw a cut on their chest shaped like a "Y"... "Who are these people? What happened to them?" I studied them carefully as I placed my feet on to the metal floor.

As I studied them my mind flashed images of people... people being attacked and bit, being drained of their lives. I remembered, they were my parents. I felt cold tears stream down my cheeks, "Did I survive?" I couldn't comprehend what has happened, my ability to see small details that I couldn't before, theun noticable lines in the woman's face around her eyes. The small graying hairs on the man's head, I didn't see that before. "Did they... spare me? Or was this an accident?"

I was unoriented, unorganized as I scrammbled to find my thoughts. "I want to die too..." I said quietly to the people on the table, "I don't want to be a lone."