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3 chapters! Read it or I'll appear over your bed tonight to stab you and watch you scream while you bleed then I'll drink every drop of your blood... so read it or die!!!
Legacy
Book 1
Jak
Chapter 1
The Hunt
“Well, James,” said Colt quite menacingly under his black cowboy hat, his bald head still partly visible, his eyes were black as the cave we all shared, just like the rest of ours, except his had a gleam full of knowledge, like stars that dotted space, like he could cry any second “looks like you’ve just lead us up a shit creek without a paddle. There ain’t no humans around here so lets get back. I’m very thirsty.”
“Shut the fuck up!” yelled Will. He was always very loyal to James and lost his temper quickly. Maybe from the fact he never wore a shirt and was always cut up more than the rest off us, due to his recklessness, for he was the newest of us all, he has only been a vampire for 10 years. Maybe he was in a bad mood because his bare feet had started to hurt, impossible. Maybe the tight jeans that he had just bought before being turned into a vampire that were now ripped up to his knees had pissed him off, they were name-brand. Maybe his dark brown hair was always in his eyes, but I think he thought that all vampires were supposed to be pissed all the time. That wasn’t true at all. We were not always pissed, most of us anyways.
“Who stuck a stick up your butt?” said Ginger. She was always taking up for Colt, her lover, the only lovers in the group, impossible to see why she would hook up with a cowboy who has only been a vampire for 120 years, maybe she liked the ruff sex and extreme accent. He was the definition of all the cowboy movies you had ever seen. She, however, was turned into a vampire only 90 years ago, one of the rebellious women of the 1920s. Her sunny yellow shirt and deep blue jeans would tell you that, if this were the 1920s. Her curly light brown hair was beautiful as ever. It was beauty trapped in the most hideous outfit.
“Shut up Ginger, you fucking whore-“
James, our leader, who has been a vampire for 460 years, but probably to human standards the most beautiful one of us all, with his wavy blond hair that goes down to just below his shoulders and his seemingly untouched blue, long sleeved over-shirt unbuttoned, the light blue jeans and black dress shoes, if you think that is the beautiful standards of a human, punched Will in the gut. “Just shut up Will, we’re all thirsty, you, Colt, me, Ginger, Jak, Julie,” (my only friend in the group, she has only been a vampire around 40 years now, she is blonde, very pretty, but we are just friends, still sometimes I wish she would see it differently, a way I wish she would, a way in which we could both be happy, not that I wasn’t with being my friend and all, but I wouldn’t force it upon her), “and Cindy,” (to put a very complicated person into a few short words will be difficult, but I will try… she is a black haired bitch who came from the Northern Territories of Canada, and she has been a vampire for about 300 years… actually that was very simple), “And Colt, I can’t smell them but my vision says that three will come for a hike just over that hill at about 3:00 p.m. today. All of them will be wearing black coats, they are searching for… something… but I can’t be sure what.”
Now how does that sound familiar? Men in black coats… searching for… something… hmmm…
“That’s the problem with your visions, they’re so imperfect, and you’re always getting something out of proportion you prick-”
James punched Colt in the gut. “What about you Jak?”
“What?” I asked almost oblivious to what was going on. My hair, pulled back into a ponytail, quite unattractive, but that was the point. It actually sort of made me look like a dumbshit.
“Do you have anything to say… you look like you’re contemplating something?”
“It’s nothing dreadfully serious,” I replied.
“Let’s go, we’ll surround them, don’t move until I silently tell you so,” said Ginger.
This simply meant that Ginger would tell us trough her telekinesis. It is her gift. Will’s gift is his strength. Colt’s gift is his increased senses. James’s gift is his imperfect visions. Julie’s gift is “persuasion” as she puts it; I actually think it is her beauty, and the seemingly untouched, hot pink miniskirt and matching long-sleeve top very much seemed to agree with me. Cindy’s gift is her speed; although you probably couldn’t tell from the way she normally skulked about. I never received a gift so they say I’m the weak link. Humph, if they only knew my gift, they would scream in horror. I would probably be outcaste from their group or tribe or whatever thin damned thing we were in was called… an unsteady alliance seems most appropriate. I mulled this over while I waited in position. If they did know they couldn’t call me the weak link any longer. Then they appeared over the hill and walked down the path, toward our trap. The humans, but their scent was somehow different from all other humans we have ever caught coming too close to our territory.
One smelled of dog… no wolf. Maybe he hunted them, or trained them… No, the scent wouldn’t have stuck with him like that… maybe he ate them? Another one smelled of sweetened lilacs and ripened daisies and lush petunias and absolutely fresh chrysanthemums and… other marvelous wonders… much too many to name here, especially in this space. I could detect a hint cinnamon somewhere in there though. He wasn’t human; he was most definitely one of us… Oh well, one vampire against seven vampires; the humans don’t even count, even if they did reek. Speaking of reek, the one in the middle smelled like a mortician. Dead bodies and overwhelming decay swept through my face at the point of the ambush where I stood. I could imagine him slaving over dead bodies all day and all night in the cramped, decrepit space with all those cold, hard bodies, scents mixing into his scent. Like being sprayed by a skunk, except the smell was much worse, the smell was one that I could probably never get used to. It smelled like he ate them, then rubbed his body with the intestines, defiantly a cheap way, I mean there was no need for a coffin or no need to pay someone to dig the hole…
They stopped just outside the trap. I got a good look at them. How did they, the men in black coats, sound so familiar? I mean, it isn’t everyday that something sounds so deathly familiar that you think death, even being a near indestructible vampire, is standing feet away from you, just beyond the tree line.
Come to think of it the situation did sound familiar. Black coated men, searching, in vampire territory! That last part was unknown to humans of course, but I mean, the only thing close to here was a natural waterfall, some natural caves, and a shit hole town with nothing to do. Why, in all places of the world, were they here?
Then the only one without a facemask on looked at me, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was John Doe, the one who turned me into a vampire. He never told me his real name, so I always called him John Doe, just like he told me, it had been so long, 273 years ago to be precise, but I still remember that he trained me for 6 years in Europe (mostly France) to be a vampire. I never really got into the human killing bit though. But now he was HUMAN!!! Brown eyes and what used to be a Bright gold mane of hair, though I couldn’t tell under the hat.
I walked forward; I could here Ginger screaming at me through the telekinesis “What are you doing!!!”
“John Doe?” I asked in astonishment.
“Jak Franklin?” He asked. “My my, it has been much too long, has it not?
“Yes. Yes it has.”
Now we all were out of the underbrush and walking toward the group.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“I was hoping to find you here,” he said with a wide smile. He pulled out two old revolvers, they were delicately and precisely detailed like old types from the Civil War, was did the other two men, none of us so much as even flinched, they were but harmless weapons that could do nothing against our strong than steel skin, but then again, he would know this, he was human, but he was once a vampire. “These revolvers are loaded with a special kind of silver,” he said as he pulled out a needle, ”and so is this needle, but this needle also has a special serum that… cures all you sick, sick vampires. The silver can slice through your super strong body like a hot knife through butter. I think you know where this is going Jak…” They all cocked their guns. “Who wants to go first?” “At the waterfall,” Ginger’s voice said.
He wouldn’t kill his pupil in cold blood, but then again, in the 6 years I had known him he had done worse. I remember one time he asked a poor old man to order a hotel room for us, for it was light and the steam coming off our skin would surely have given us away had we stepped out of the carriage. He gave him $100 to pay for the suite, quite a lot, and said when he came back with the key he would get another $100. But when he got back old John Doe had a quiet feast inside the carriage.
Well, I did love being a vampire…
We all ran, shots were fired, one grazed my cheek, lots of roars and growls and screeches came out of the woods around me. I felt a burning sensation on my cheek. The serum was on the bullet too! I stopped to wash my cheek off at near by stream, and then I kept on for the waterfall. I hoped at least some of them made it. Well, at least Julie.
It was almost 11:00 p.m. when I recalled how that sounded so familiar, it has been happening now for over 2000 years, they were vampire hunters. I knew that I would get revenge on the mastermind one way or another for killing them all… no. They are still alive; don’t think like that. I hope, dammit I’m doing it again, I know that least Julie’s alive I can feel it. That was when I heard footsteps from the other side of the waterfall, and I could tell that whoever it was, was limping. I walked out and there was Julie, blond as ever, her face was paler, if possible, and her eyes were turning bright blue. She had a gunshot wound on the upper left section of her back, it was bleeding, and she was reverting! “Come in, hurry!” I whispered. She followed with a slight grunt.
I had to suck out the serum before she turned completely human, but would I be able to without sucking out all her blood? I had to try. Or else she would turn human, and with no other large prey near by…
“I’m going to try and suck out the serum, okay.” “Uuugh!” was my only answer. I had to, it was bad enough to lose my other vampire accomplices, and I use that term oh so loosely, so I had to try to save this one, this friend, the one that I would gladly die for infinitely. I started to suck on the wound, it was surprisingly easy not drink her blood, either this was because I never really liked to drink from humans, highly unlikely, her vampire blood wasn’t very tasty, perhaps.
As soon as she had recovered I noticed some things change. She had lost her vampire teeth; she had become much softer, more delicate. Her eyes were light blue, and her skin now had something of a complexion, still pale but it was darker than my skin, if only a little. It was impossible to mistake the changes.
She was also recovering quite fast, but slower than a full-blooded vampire. The next morning she was completely recovered, but hungry! Not thirsty! This was bad; we had to walk to town. She wasn’t a fast runner anymore. She was faster than a human, but only by about 15 times the speed of a normal human athlete, I could run 50 times her speed easily.
She was still strong as ever, smart as ever, but only time could tell if anything else had changed…
Now we would have to live in town, since she now needed food. We would have to buy a house, maybe even a car since she seemed to grow weary quickly. She definitely had lost some of her reserves of her vampire stamina. But it only took us 15 minutes to travel a 3-hour car ride (if you go the speed limit) to town.
Even in the darkest of hours,
Even during the darkest of times,
Even when you are staring the darkness itself in the face and you can’t help but cry,
A light will be just beyond the darkness, so face it head on and without regret and everything will be just fine.
And no matter how many tunnels you’ve had to crawl trough,
No matter how times you’ve reached a dead end,
Remember one thing, all your true friends are right beside you,
And if you have not even one, you do now, I will be your closest friend.
End Chapter
Chapter 2
Millville
3 months… 3 months since… it… it happened.
Julie and I were now living in a 2 bedroom 1 bath house, well, I guess I’ll run with “house”, I mean then black shingle roof that needed replacement, two concrete stairs in the front and only door, one of the two windows in the living roomkitchendining room had a huge crack down the middle, the door to the bathroom had a wad of socks for a doorknob, there was no door leading to my bedroom (we needed one for the bathroom so I sacrificed mine), the door to Julie’s bedroom had a lock and all, so that was good, no windows in the bedroom, and the stone age television, washer and drier, microwave, and refrigerator were, at the best, the most repulsive and hulking contraptions I had seen since the 18-wheelers that always stopped in old Millville, Georgia. The only “new” thing we had was a stereo system from Panasonic (which was made in 2001). We had an ugly red and yellow plaid couch, and matching chair. The counter the microwave sat on was a fake pine lay-on and the cabinets below it were painted white. The sink beside it was piled with dishes. The house wasn’t usually dirty because I had nothing to do all day. But now you could scarcely see the brown carpet below the piles of clothes, fortunately, for it did not contrast well with the white walls and mop-washed ceilings.
The entire town of Millville had the interstate running straight through it, and the hills that surrounded the town were breath taking, but crime in this town wasn’t lacking. The truckers were always carrying guns or butterfly knives or brass knuckles and usually wanted a one-night-stand with women, forcefully or not, and this town wasn’t without it’s beautiful women.
So you can see how this worried me, with Julie being beyond beautiful, and I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking, “Good God, she is part vampire, leave her be, she can fend for herself!” well I know this, but when you love someone who’s your best friend, and only friend, and you haven’t found the right way to tell them this, you keep thinking something might happen before I get to tell them if you have luck like mine.
So as I was near blasting the stereo so that it would bust just to find a reason to get a new stereo system (for rock music was so awesome that I was surprised that I lived all those years in a cave without it) Julie yelled, “Will you turn that down please?” as she was blow-drying her hair from inside the bathroom. I did, just a bit. “I think that our landlord hates us,” she said.
“Whoa…” I replied, “I thought that he liked rock music.” There was a Mexican living across the road from us. He was the only one near us for 2 miles.
“Not while he is sleeping, besides, I think hat he likes rap music.”
“Oh…”
Julie came out of the bathroom with a quite expensive looking black spandex dress on.
“So this is where all the money I hack out of that piece-of-shit computer goes to, to your attire, why can’t I get a new stereo, hmm?”
“Because that would get the Mexican across the road even more angry,” she remarked as she went to the fridge, again. No matter how much she ate she would not gain one ounce. Don’t even get me started on much we spent on food.
“He isn’t angry.”
“I tell you what,” she said, looking back out of the fridge, “take a shower and pull your hair out of that ridiculous ponytail by the time I get back and I think I just might let you get one.”
I got up and crossed the small living room and stood beside her, “All I have to do is take a shower?”
“And do something with your hair.”
Hmm… New stereo just to cut my hair and let water run over my skin… hmm… I’m not stupid… “Any stereo that I want?”
“Sure.”
“Okay then, shake on it.”
She slid her hand into mine and shook as if we were two kids daring each other to eat a worm, one after the other. Looks like I had to eat the worm first.
“Oh, and you have to wash all the clothes and dishes tonight.”
“Easy.”
I waited for her to leave in the crapmoblie, a 1986 Nissan sedan that was missing the back seats and had huge dents a scratches from a previous wreak. It was black, not glossy black, just black like if you didn’t mix the gloss with the paint. It just looks dull black. I never wish to ride in it as long as I shall live (or unlive or die or undie, whatever, it is all very confusing).
As soon as she left I put “The Light that Blinds” by Shadows Fall on repeat and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
As I looked into the shower and saw two knobs, one marked C and one marked H, I wondered if I should have asked for directions or something because I had never even used a shower, they were invented very recently. The shower had always looked dirty to me, but now that it was still moist it actually looked kind of clean. I reached to turn the H knob on, and as I did so water came out of the faucet up top. I went to touch the water and it scorched my hand so I turned it off. I reached to turn the C knob and when I touched the water I nearly got frostbite. Then I came to a conclusion, C stood for cold and H stood for hot.
I turned both on half way and that felt right. I undressed and took out the ponytail holder. My hair was slick, kind of greasy and it came down over my eyes, far down over my eyes. I parted it. Okay, it was very greasy. I stepped into the shower and stood there for around 15 minutes. Then I looked at the shampoos and conditioners and soaps lying around on the selves inside the shower. There were brands like Dove, Selsun Blue, and Suave, but one had a sticky note on it that said, “use this one”. The brand was Axe and it said “all purpose hair and body wash” under Axe so I assumed it was okay to use it.
As I popped off the lid an overwhelming scent filled the air. I looked down to look for the scent, but it said was “Axe Clix All Purpose Hair and Body Wash”. Well, who cares the scent was so unbelievable that that I took a few whiffs of if before I poured a little in my hand started scrubbing my hair. A hint of soap, vanilla, cinnamon, mint, maybe any number of other herbs or spices, I didn’t know what it was… After I got done I started scrubbing my arms, it tingled, but it felt good. I started scrubbing my legs, my chest, my back, my face, and then finally my unmentionables.
When I got out I rubbed the fogged mirror to look at myself. My hair was soaked and dripping so I dried it off with a towel. I looked again and my hair was the same a James’s except mine was the deepest shade of black. I ruffed it up with my fingers and went to put on some clothes on. I decided to go with my favorite pair of black trip pants that had a key chain that said I’m so Goth I shit bats, a black T-shirt that had a picture of Disturbed’s face on it, my big black boots, and to top it all off a black zip-up hoodie that I left unzipped.
I looked at the clock, 9:30, whoa; I was in there quite a while, an hour and a half. Well, I guess I’ll go get started.
Right as I got done with washing the dishes and switching out the last load of clothes, which took me 30 minutes because the washing machine was so slow. Julie walked in and dropped the keys. “You like it?” I asked.
“Wow, It’s a lot better than the ponytail.”
“New-stereo-good?”
“Sure.”
Something was wrong, I could tell from her eyes. It looked like she had been crying. “Something wrong?”
“No, why?” she asked.
“No reason, you weren’t gone that long tonight.” True.
“Nothing to do, but I have an idea, why don’t you come tomorrow. You can get that stereo you wanted and hang out with me and my friends.”
“Do I have to watch a chic flick or something?”
“No, we hate chic flicks.”
“Okay, but we have to walk.”
“Why?”
“Because I hate that stupid contraption out front, that’s why.”
“Hmm…” she said, “How about no.”
“Then I’m not coming.”
She gave me the pout.
“Quit that Julie…” I trailed off, she clearly could still persuade people with her “gift”.
“Please.” she said.
“Oh…Okay.”
She shut the door and got a sandwich. She talked awhile with me about someone named Elijah and how he must have drank 5 gallons of beer while she put up her clothes and then she went to bed (she even had to sleep now, I don’t see why none of this human stuff bothered her). I, meanwhile, was watching a funny little show called Family Guy, but whenever they were making fun of people I didn’t get the joke. I really needed to learn what was going on in the world. I tried to sleep but I couldn’t, it is impossible. I was jazzed to see town, what it was like. 2:00 a.m., Julie was likely to be sleeping. Maybe I should go get a sneak peak of town.
I shut and locked the door behind me. Which way was town? The left, I think. Hmm, oh well. I took off to the West toward town, hopefully. I was there in less than 5 minutes, so I slowed to a walk.
I walked past a restaurant called McDonalds, past a dance hall called Metal, past a market called Dollar General, past many alleyways. The town was small. The tallest building was probably no bigger than 4 maybe 5 stories high, and that was a factory called Aqua Glass. The whole time I heard the best music coming from the dance hall, but I wanted to save that as a surprise for tomorrow, at least there would be one surprise. Then I heard a scream come from one of the alleys. It was a woman screaming, “Help, Help. No, Get away from me!” So like a gentleman I went to investigate.
When I got there I was in an underground level apartment with a light behind me and not one light below. But what was below was a door marked B2, a trucker with a butterfly knife to a beautiful woman with long black hair beautiful bright brown eyes. She was screaming, “Go away Richey,” she looked at me, “Please help me,” she whispered almost inaudibly.
I walked down two steps and then the trucker, a skinny man and wearing a red and yellow striped hoodie, said, “Go away and I won’t kill you.” But I didn’t break stride. “I think she wants you to leave.”
He tuned “Do you want to die?” Too late for that I thought. “Do you, huh?” he asked again.
I still hadn’t broken stride, “Leave,” I commanded.
“Who do you think you are?”
I was in his face now, “The one who will kick your ass if you don’t get away from this lady over here.” The light behind me flickered behind me, adding to his fear. “Leave, now.”
“Fuck you.”
The lady behind him added, “I thought you were here to fuck me, not him, but if you finally realized that you’re gay I won’t stop you.”
“Shut up Alana!”
I laughed, I mean, I couldn’t help it. It was funny. Alana just told him off. Someone I didn’t even know.
He tried to stab me in the stomach and I heard him laugh and Alana scream. I punched Richey in his face and more than likely broke his jaw. I looked at Alana, who was looking at me in horror, for the knife was lying on the ground, crushed and bent, and said, “Take care now, Alana.” I picked up the knife and ran.
I took off for home and was there in no time picking the lock because I forgot to bring the key. I was in my room in no time and the clock said 3:30. I closed my eyes and had a dream about Richey waking up in a dumpster, where I should have left him, and a big trucker thinking he was a woman. Well, I guess it was a deep daydream actually.
“Jak? Are you a sleep?”
I opened my eyes. “No, just daydreaming.”
“Do you know what time it is?”
“Hmm… I suppose that I don’t.”
“It’s 6:00 in the afternoon.”
“Whoa… I really enjoyed that daydream.”
“Get ready to leave in 2 hours.”
“2 and a half hours.” I corrected.
“Just be ready.”
I flicked open the butterfly knife I pulled out of my pocket. I practiced flicking it open and shut (for I had unbent it) until Julie came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a black tank top that said “bite me” and a pair of bright blue jeans. She had on black eyeliner and hot pink lipstick, but I didn’t think she needed any make up. She also had on a silver key chain bracelet that said Goth and I noticed a tattoo on her shoulder. It had a black rose that was withering.
“You got a tattoo?”
“Yeah, don’t go all legal guardian on me now; okay?”
“Whoa… this isn’t your ordinary dance hall,” I said starring at the cage 20 feet or so below with people ramming one another. They were dancing to Rob Zombie’s “Demonoid Phenomenon”. The metal mesh below my feet looked rusted. The bar to the left had those spinney stools and a few tables and booths. The stairs down to the cage were to the right. Posters of bands were faded on the walls everywhere as was some rude and explicit graffiti that said stuff like “fuck you”, “get laid”, “suck it, bitch”, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. A DJ was standing on the other side of a metal mesh door and was looking through his CDs.
“It’s a club, not a dance hall. And that is a crash cage, where you dance by ramming one another.”
“Odd, yet you have intrigued me. Let us dance,” I said bowing and holding one arm out toward the steps.
“Later.” I glowered at her, still bowing with one arm outstretched. “Let’s go order a drink.”
“Hmm… A drink.”
“Alcoholic beverages.”
“You know I don’t-”
“Oh come on, one please, just so you look normal.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“Nu-uh.”
“Pretty please.”
“Never.”
“Pretty, pretty please.” She gave me the pout.
“Oh…”
“Yes?”
“Uh…”
“Come on!” she said as she walked off to the bar.
I, like a dumb ass, followed and order a beer. I took a huge gulp… and almost choked. It tasted like PISS! “How do you drink PISS every night?”
“Oh I don’t drink beer, I drink lemonade with a shot of Captain Morgan’s.”
“Hmm… well I’ll have one too.” I took a sip this time. All I tasted was lemonade, disgusting! I finished it in three huge gulps, trying not to taste it. “There, happy?”
“Have some more later, please, just to look normal?”
“Okay, maybe,” I said.
A man with spiky, unnaturally red hair sat down beside Julie.
“I don’t want to talk to you, Marcus, go away,” Julie said with a hint of irritation.
“Why not baby cakes?” said Marcus, his voice was a rasping one, one that seemed as if he had just shouted for hours but it was legible enough to understand, rapping his arms around her neck. This sent a convulsion down my spine. I creased my lips and furrowed my brow. I wanted to rip off his head shove it up his ass. I wanted to, no Jak, control yourself; you know what happened last time. I could almost see my muscles swell and my veins bulge and my skin turn a sickening gray.
“You know why, now get the hell off me,” she said now shouting, her full rage flaring, “and for that matter away from me!”
He flinched for a second, but then said in the same rasping voice, “You better watch your mouth you whore.”
I joined in, “I think she wants you to leave,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Hello what’s your name,” he said.
“Jak,” I replied.
“Well, Jak,” he said getting up and going around Julie, “I have an idea for you,” he now had his arm around my shoulder and was reaching into his pocket, “why don’t you just shut the fuck up and leave, because this is between me and the whore.” He flicked out his butterfly knife and said, “You look like a smart person, Jak. Well actually that’s a lie, you look like one stupid fuck to me, but I think with the right persuasion you could walk out of this place alive tonight.” He waved the knife closer to me, and bent closer to my ear. “Now,” he whispered, “I want to set things right with this whore so she can feel what it’s like to be with a real man, but I can’t do that with you butting in like that now can I?” He bent away.
“Call her a whore one more time-”
“And you’ll what? I’ve got the knife you prick. But just to see what you’ll do I’ll say it again,” he nearly shouted, almost hysterical. He waved the knife closer while Julie just smirked. She mouthed, “Kill him for all I care.” Marcus then shouted, “This woman right here is the biggest whore-”
I quickly squeezed his hand until bones snapped and the knife fell. He now was screaming at the top of his lungs and the music stopped and people were looking up through the metal mesh flooring from the crash cage below. I caught the knife and stuck it in is shoulder, which made him scream like a banshee. As he fell to the ground, still screaming in pain, I hit him in the back of the head, which knocked him out.
I turned to Julie, “I don’t think I killed him, sorry.”
“Well at least he is leaving me alone.”
Two of Marcus’s buddies came from a booth and picked him up. “Wait,” I said and they froze. I took the knife out of his arm and blood was still on it, if only no one was around, no, what was I saying, I only hunted animals, not humans. “He’ll get you for this,” one of them said.
“I’d like to see him try, Brian,” Julie said to him.
“Oh he won’t just try, he will win,” said the other one. They left and the music started and everyone started dancing as if nothing happened.
“Don’t worry about Marcus or Brian or Mike, they are just a couple of druggies.”
“Druggies?”
“Illegal stuff, don’t do it, it’s bad for you.”
After awhile Julie went to hang out with some friends at a near by table. I, meanwhile, was listening to music and peoples conversations. The latest rumor, said a spiky green haired woman sipping on a Budweiser, about the money I hacked ($40,000) was that “Marcus stole it to buy drugs and weapons.” Hey, as long as they didn’t suspect Julie or me, I was okay with that.
I was just going to try and go to the crash cage when I heard, “No, the guy by the bar. He’s the one who saved me.” I looked to a table at the far end and there she was, sitting and talking to someone on a silver cell phone, Alana. She looked away, so I kept walking to the crash cage.
Then I heard a deep voice say, “Yes, that’s one of them. Okay, it’s too dangerous to talk about our relationship here, meet me at Burger King.”
Hmm… Interesting, well it didn’t concern me anyway.
They were playing Rob Zombie’s “Feel So Numb”. I kept up for the far end of the crash cage, shoving my way through. I was on the tall side and no one could shove me. But as I got within the general area of the far end I began to join in with the shoving and I would stumble when people shoved me just so I wouldn’t look like I had the strength of Super-Man, The Hulk, and Iron-man combined. All the people had black or blond or blue or bright red or green or purple or pink hair among many other colors. Pretty much everyone wore black and denim and the strobe lights added to the fun. It was my kind of dancing.
After what seemed like an hour of dancing I heard the doors open, not unusual, but there was this funny scent that entered with it into the club and not just the smell of the dumpsters. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it worried me. I looked up and to my astonishment I saw Alana coming down the steps, maybe she got bored of Burger King?
I kept bumping and shoving, but she kept on coming toward me, maybe she knew I was the one who saved her, well I was wearing the same clothes and even had a hole that looked like I had been stabbed. I wasn’t letting her sneak up on me, so I walked, well actually I got shoved, around behind her, but she didn’t even notice, for she was a little on the short side and couldn’t see over the others.
She had her hand in her pocket and began to turn around, but I shoved her and she turned around with an almost horrified expression on her face.
“You really thought you could pull it off didn’t you?” I asked accusingly.
“Pull what off?” she asked in a whisper only just perceptible.
“Sneaking up on me of course, what else?”
She clearly relaxed, “I thought I could.”
“Well, what did you want to say?”
“I wanted to thank you.” God I just realized how attractive she actually was. The light brown eyes were gleaming with a hidden passion, and her dark black hair was shining with blue and flashing white from one of the strobe lights. One side of her face was hidden by her hair, but I could see through the individual strands to make out a perfectly symmetrical face and a slight smile. Beautiful…
“No thanks are necessary.”
“Yes they are. It’s not everyday someone saves me from being raped by someone wielding a knife.”
“What about with a gun? That has to be every other day.”
“What’s that suppose to mean, huh?”
“Well, I guess what I’m getting at is your beauty.”
“Well, thanks. Say… what’s your name?”
“It’s Jak, and I was only pointing out what you should already have guessed.”
“Is that a fact?”
“What else could it be?”
“A reason to get me in bed.”
“Is that an invitation?”
She blushed, her pale skin turning bright red. “It might be an invitation to a drink tomorrow night.”
“Hmm… sitting at home starring at a wall or have a drink with the most stunning woman alive…” I said, turning up the sarcasm. The drink part I could pass though, but if I had to just to spend time with her… Well, it was worth it.
“Oh, It’s nice to know that you would actually think about staring at a wall instead of having a drink or two with me,” she said, topping my sarcasm.
“Walls can be attractive sometimes to.”
“Tomorrow at 9:00, same place.”
“If you want. No wall will ever come near your attractiveness.”
“Of coarse!” she shouted a little too enthusiastically.
She left the club and I tried to find Julie and just when I was going to the car she walked in, looking very tired, and said, “We need to go. It’s already 1:00.”
“Okay, what about my stereo?”
“I got you something better.”
“What?”
“The sooner we get home the sooner you’ll find out.”
By the time we were home I was the exact definition of confusion. What could be better than a new stereo?
As soon as I shut the door I asked, “What is it?” She pulled out a black box and tossed it to me. It said iPod.
“What the hell is an iPod?”
“Read it.” She was so tired she hadn’t bothered to even grab a bite to eat before passing out on the couch. So I sat in the chair and read the entire manual that came with it. It was amazing! All I did was plug it up to the computer with this little cord and go to any website that sold or gave away music and download as many as 10,000 songs! And I could listen to it anywhere! No one would get mad because of the earpieces.
I got up and pulled Julie off of the couch a hugged her as hard as I could. “Thank you, Julie, thank you!” I shouted and laid her on her bed. She opened her eyes and gave the how-the-fuck-did-I-get-here look and went back to sleep.
I was up for hours, since when wasn’t I up for hours, downloading music. Disturbed, Alice in Chains, Rob Zombie, Bullet for my Valentine, Three Days Grace, Soil, Korn, Metallica, Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Pilots, Mega Death and so many others! By morning I had over 7,000 songs from Dark to Heavy to Classic Rock.
Could life get any better?
Even when life’s a bitch and getting you down,
God has a plan to send shooting back up,
Just listen for his voice
End Chapter
Chapter 3
Bloodlust
It has been a year since the… accident. That is what I’ve come to call it.
Now that I had a social life I was always going to the club with Julie just to hang out with Alana. She still didn’t know of my being a vampire but I was pretty sure it would have to come out soon. I think that I loved her and that my longing for Julie was just for her beauty. So it would have to come out soon. In fact it might be tonight. I was walking her home…
“So what are you thinking right now?” asked Alana. She was starring at her apartment, which we were closing in on. The each brick was its own dark, faded red, each brick had its own texture, like someone had individually pricked each on with a needle while it was still wet. The dark corridor brought back all the memories of Richey, the trucker, and the windows all had their lights on except the on the third and top story, which had a light flickering, probably the TV. “NO! NO! NO! HELP! HEELLLLP! AHHHHHHHHH!” Yeah, it was a horror movie.
“About your name.” I kept looking at the top window… the TV was turned to where I could see a dark man in a trench coat and a large-brimmed hat with a hook for one hand stabbing and ripping a young girl in her teens who had just got out of a co-ed shower.
“Hmm,” she looked up at me with her face twisted up in an utterly baffled expression, this clearly confused her, “Why?”
“Because… Alana,” I loved how the name rolled off my tongue, savored it even, I sometimes whispered it at night to myself, drug it out as long as I could, sounded out each individual symbol as slow as I could “it’s Celtic isn’t. Celtic for beauty.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Well I’m sure that the Celtic people knew what they were talking about.”
She blushed. It was so easy to make Alana blush. I loved to see how many times I could do it in one day, or night, whatever. My all time record was thirty-six.
“Stop it!” She pushed me playfully. I half stumbled, just to make me seem normal before I told her.
“But it’s so amusing.”
We were in front of her door now, “I have something to tell you,” she whispered.
“What?”
“I’ll tell you later. After we are inside.”
As she opened the door I noticed that she had white walls and a whitewashed ceiling. She had hardwood floors. The kitchen was behind the bar off to the right and I could smell the soaps and shampoos in the bathroom down the hall, and I assumed that a bedroom was down the hall to the left of the room too.
When we got inside I felt the presence of someone, the smell… but as soon as I shut the door Alana quickly diverted my attention.
“Come sit on the couch,” she said as she patted the space on the couch next to her, smiling a sad smile. So I sat down with her wondering why she was so sad.
“So… uh… I have something I really need to tell you, Alana. I-”
“Can I go first?”
“Sure…” I said bewildered with a half-hearted yet loving smile.
“I need to tell you that I know that you’re… well… a… a vampire.”
I stared at her, unable to speak. My smile transformed into a perplexed expression; I could feel it. I felt a sudden jolt of confusion mixed with a spike of fear. I had so many questions. Was I not normal? Could everyone see through my being a vampire? How did she know? Would she dare tell anyone? Had she already?
She waited for an answer but when I just stared at her she continued. “It doesn’t change a thing about how I feel about you, Jak.”
“You…” I leaned back, thinking; no fears at all, even though I could kill her now, “aren’t scared?”
“Of course not, Jak. Why would I need to be?”
Then footsteps came from the hall, followed by a quiet, slow clapping. I looked over and saw the two men that were with John Doe when he murdered them all that faithful cloudy morning. The smell was wet, stinking wolf and of course the wonderful (in most cases, but definitely not this one) aroma. They were still wearing the black coats, but the hats and facemasks were off now. The one to the left was the vampire and he had almost white hair and glowing crimson eyes. The one to the right was a werewolf with his auburn skin, muscular build, and tousled, uncombed, dark brown hair.
I stood up, ready for answers. My anger was on now; they had pressed too many buttons the day they decided to walk into the woods. “What are your names?” I asked with a hint of irritation and as much venom as I could pack into my voice.
“Franklin,” said the vampire with a high-pitched voice and British accent.
“Verne,” said the werewolf with a deep voice and extremely heavy Southern accent.
“Well done, Alana. You got one of them,” said Franklin, a smile so wide that I wanted to rip it off his face and shove it down his throat, and I would if I had my way tonight.
“No… no,” she screamed, “I told you I was out!”
I stared at Alana, the one who had just betrayed me. Anger was making me shudder like I was the San Andrea’s Fault Line. My heart was ripping and tearing inside me, if it hadn’t left me already; how could she do this to me? My sight was turning red…
Franklin chuckled; it was a nerdy yet evil laugh, like the class brainiac who had built a small bomb to blow up his entire classroom. “Now you know that we have been looking for you, Jak. You have a very… unique gift by what John has told us. Our Master wants to meet you, badly.” This tore it. It was feeding on my anger now, it was growing inside me, and there was no stopping it now. It was growing but my potential to hold it a power up my first punch was going to be tremendous.
I looked at Alana. “Go away, Alana, leave now!” I yelled.
She looked at me. My skin was turning a sickly gray. She immediately turned for the door, but Franklin was one step a head of her, he blocked the door and grabbed Alana by her wrists. She was so surprised by how fast he moved, but she should have expected that when she got herself involved with the realm of the paranormal.
“Let her go!” I yelled.
“No, we cannot do that. The Master wants to see her before she dies, or whatever he wishes to do with her. Verne!”
Verne jumped on my back and pulled me down to the ground. “You have no idea what the Master has planned for the world, trust me, you want to be a part of his master plan,” explained Franklin, “and you are coming with us whether you like it or not, Out cold or conscious, dead or alive.”
I was having a huge amount of concentration exerted just to not transform. I heard almost none of this. I could only concentrate on Alana’s safety at the moment.
“Let her go!” I screamed my voice had become a deep, evil tone that echoed and shook the entire room. I was pretty sure someone jumped on the second floor. My muscular form was coming forth and my veins protruded from my skin. I didn’t have much time; my shirt was starting to rip at its seams.
“I told you she is coming with us.”
Then we all looked up as someone shouted, “Keep the volume down low, will you?”
We continued, why would we stop?
“I’m serious, I’ll come, just let her go.”
“I told you, I have to bring her.” At that moment she hit him in the gut and shook her hand from the pain. He smacked her across her beautiful face and left a red handprint. That tore it. I couldn’t hold back. My shirt tore, exposing my muscular, sickly gray chest. My biceps were huge as were my triceps, pecs, abs, and pretty much everything else. My belt popped loose and my pants tightened significantly. I now towered over them all. My breathing was in soft, but in everyway menacing, growls. My teeth had all transformed into sharp glass like teeth and filled my mouth, oh, and my mouth was huge and always stayed in this intimidating, open smile! My eyes were small and dark, dark crimson. My nose was nothing but two large slits. I had huge bat wings protruding from my back not to mention two rather small horns protruding from my head. My fingernails were now claws, needles with hooks on the end so I could grab my prey and hold them down without trouble. I was not in control of myself now but I would enjoy every minute of their suffering, every moment of their horror, and every second of their screams.
Franklin let go of Alana, mystified by my transformation. Alana ran down the hall.
Verne, who had fallen off my shoulders, was now growing dark red fur, a mussel, and very sharp looking teeth not to mention claws. His eyes were now green with huge evil, not cat-like, slits. He looked like a giant, hairy man with a wolf’s head, but he was still nowhere near my height.
He lunged at me, but I smacked him into the TV. It shattered and sparked and I marveled at them, I wondered what would happen if you broke a TV, but He didn’t seem to care. I walked across the room, although I was no longer in control of my body, He was. I saw him try to get up and I lunged at him, sucking the blood from his neck. He howled with pain, I cherished that part, because it was like a horror movie, which is my favorite kind. He scratched and tore and mauled my arms trying to break free, but I felt nothing. I quite enjoyed the sensation of murder, very pleasurable.
His howl slowly turned to a growl, then a whimper, and finally he didn’t even flinch. I looked at him when I got up. He had a bite mark one foot long from his neck to his shoulder.
I turned around, feel free to substitute I for He, and saw Franklin frozen in place with an absolute look of panic etched onto his face. As I came toward him he seemed to realize that my sights were set for him. He quickly picked a knife from his belt and threw it at me with such a force that it bounced off my steel-tough skin and stuck in the ceiling as fast as a bullet, maybe faster. Someone above screamed, woman, age 19, Meggie Harold, hates her parents and moved all the way from Honolulu, Hawaii just to she her online boyfriend, Greg Moorefield, 24, Used-Car salesman with a wild-side who lost both his parents in a car accident 11 years ago. Whoa… where on Earth did that come from? On Earth indeed.
I, well He joined in I guess, heaved a barbaric and absolutely terrifying laugh that lasted at least a whole three minutes. It was deep and seemed to come from everywhere and was in slow huge laughs that shook the foundations of the apartment.
Finally I slung a claw down at Franklin and he only just dodged it. I quickly followed through with another that threw him into the refrigerator then lunged at him but he quickly rolled to the stove. I swung for him but destroyed the stove under my impeccable strength. I heard gas start to leak… Franklin was now were Verne lie on the ground lifeless. I lunged at him and caught him on his shoulder, my claws burying deep into his skin and hooking him. I tossed him into the wall and heard the concrete behind him give way and go flying in all directions like tiny bullets. A few of the tiny projectiles bounced off me.
Franklin made a small tunnel in the soil on the other side. He came out of the tunnel stunned and limping, but I showed neither pity nor mercy. I slammed my fist into his gut and it created a small opening to the other side of him. He started punching my arm, then he seemed to take notice to the claw marks his friend Verne had left there and he started to cry.
The menacing voice came on and shook the apartment to its core again. “Aww… don’t worry. You’ll be in Hell with me soon enough.” It sounded as if it were humored.
I tossed Franklin into the stove and jumped onto the bar, knocking the cabinets above it to the ground. I heard the glasses and dishes within shatter into small pieces. Franklin sat up on the stove in horror.
“Are you the Devil of the Underworld, the Fallen Angel? Are you Satan of Hell himself?”
“So glad to be noticed. Now watch this,” said the voice, still amused and menacing. I held out my finger, pointing at Franklin. Suddenly a jet of flame shot out and the gas caught and poor Franklin burst into flames before my very eyes. He left nothing except a few ashes and some putrid smelling smoke.
My “gift” as you can tell is very… convenient when I’m… how do you say… pissed off. But I can’t control what it does. You know how in a horror movie they usually kill the villains, or at least get away, Franklin and Verne in this case, but at a cost. Well unless I get this monster under control… well how do I put this delicately? Alana will be the cost.
I tried to concentrate changing back, but he was already bounding down the hallway toward the bedroom, destroying the walls and floor and pictures. He jumped into the door, bursting it into six different large pieces not to mention the five thousand six hundred thirty-eight, maybe thirty-nine, pieces, and saw Alana. She was on her bed quivering and sobbing in terror. I was now begging him not to kill her, not to feast upon her, begging him to please leave her alone, begging him to choose another victim on which to feed.
He kept marching forward, but in his, well our, head he asked me, “Why should I spare her, she betrayed you for them?”
“I know but… I’m not sure why but… I think I still love her.”
“Those emotions are signs of weakness, they will only get you killed.” He was leaning over her, inspecting her. A slight, unintended shriek escaped her lips. “But then again, if she is the true love of your life and I killed her it could send you into suicidal moment, and a moment is all it takes, which is worse if not the same. But if it only got you angry, well. There is a lot of power hidden in malice, anger, and hate but…”
Alana spoke up, which took us both by surprise, “J-J-Jak,” she stammered, “a-are you… s-still there? P-Please, come back!”
“She still loves you…”
Suddenly it all faded into a puff of smoke, the slits for a nose was gone and now my curved nose was back, the sickly gray skin was now its glowing white and the muscles and veins had retracted, my eyes were back to their original black, all was back except my shirt and shoes, and the first thing that I did was say, “I love you, Alana.” I leaned down over her, hugging her tight in my arms.
“Wha-What just happened!” she sobbed. I leaned back and wiped the tears from her cheeks. That seemed to cheer her up. She smiled, but her sobs seemed relentless.
“I don’t know, but we were lucky this time.”
“How many times do you do that?” she whispered.
“That was my second time in over 170 years, about as long as I’ve been a vampire.”
She gawked in an expression that I didn’t recognize. “What?” I said.
“Who was that, was he the devil?”
“Not even a fraction of him and his true power.”
“Why is he inside you?”
I stared at her, suddenly aware of that expression. It was utter terror in her beautiful green eyes, terror of me. I got up and walked over to the wall on the opposite side of the room. I was trying to control it. My inner rage was still boiling and steaming from the fight and Alana was making it no better.
I turned around and looked at her, to try and tell myself she was still in love with me. But to my fury she was holding her pure silver cross necklace in one hand and walking ever slowly to ward me. I stared at her knowing her intent, she intended to press it against me a kill me. She finally pressed it to my arm and she stood there, watching, waiting for me to die (or whatever would happen to me).
When nothing happened she was awe struck.
“What?” I asked, “Did you think that would kill me? That because of an insignificant,” at that moment I snatch away the cross and held it between my thumb and my index finger, “tiny, silver symbol of Jesus’ death, a mere two lines of metal welded together in an elegant design,” now I was walking toward her and she was backing toward her closet door, “that two strips of soft, weak mineral twisted together could even come close to destroying me?” I crushed the cross into a hunk of metal and tossed it backwards. She was against her closet door now, she was growing teary eyed but I didn’t care. “Is that what you wanted? For me to burst aflame and become nothing but ashes in your carpet, for me to melt into water and sink into your carpet, for me to turn to a solid statue of stone and sell me to the highest bidder, or for me to simply disappear into a gaseous state and find myself in the depths of Hell itself, hmm? Is that what you wanted?” the first tear started to form in her eye, “Did you even care about me saving you from Franklin, who would have more than likely sucked you dry of all your delicious blood? Do you know how much I struggled not to kill you? Did you know I was on my knees begging Him not to kill you the way He killed…” I paused. She was almost just like Josephine, black hair and the perfect shape. Her body wasn’t half bad either. But her eyes were not the bright blue and her emotions showed much more than Josephine ever let hers show; she never let anyone see more than she wanted them to she.
I noticed she was sobbing now. Just like Josephine was sobbing the night I killed her. The short, sad sobs made me feel so depressed, for the memories were still very strong.
I clutched her in my grip, letting her sink her head into my chest.
“It’s okay… shh… I’m sorry for snapping like that… I’m so sorry. Please for give me.”
She clutched me tight in her arms. “On one condition,” she said.
“Anything.”
“Who did you kill?”
I sighed. “I said anything didn’t I?”
She nodded and pressed her face into my chest.
“Well, I killed another person a long time ago, someone I loved, who knew me before I became this… monster. I’m very dangerous you see.”
“Who was it?”
“You said one condition. Not two.” I swooped her up in my arms and walked over to the bed. I sat her down and straightened the cross on the chain, which I found on the bed. I put it around her neck and sighed.
“Should have said two,” she said.
I wiped a tear from her cheek. “You’re just so beautiful.”
She blushed, “Stop it!”
“But your skin looks so beautiful red.”
“No it doesn’t.”
“True, but you look beautiful either way.”
“Glad you noticed.”
“Who couldn’t notice?”
“You make such an excellent point.”
“It comes with the territory.”
“You mean being a vampire?”
“No I mean being a psychopathic clown on crack, of course a vampire. But the vampire isn’t as life-threatening as the crack clown part.”
She laughed. It was so grand to hear her laugh especially since I just made her cry. I felt so guilty for the outburst. If she wanted to leave me I wouldn’t blame her in the slightest. “You aren’t dangerous, you would never hurt anyone unless you felt threatened.”
“And that isn’t dangerous?”
“You never have to feel threatened around me, no one comes close to stealing you away.”
She leaned closer to me, staring deeply into my eyes. Her intentions were clear from the start, she wanted to kiss me. But I wasn’t sure about my control.
“Are you sure? I thought Marcus seemed to take a liking to you.”
“Now what does he have that you don’t any how?”
“A soul.”
“I know without a doubt in my mind that you have a soul; no way could anyone be so kind and loving without a soul, and yours is the purest I’ve ever come across.”
She leaned closer, her intentions still clear. I prepared myself, trying not to kill her would be difficult, for the smell of her rich, healthy, vibrant blood was so intoxicating.
Her lips were not even inches from mine now.
I was ready as I could be right now, not very, so I would just have to clutch my legs and hope not to grab her. If I grabbed her…
Knock, Knock, Knock. “I’ll get it,” I said hurriedly, hoping to get out quickly.
She leaned away and gave me that look that practically screamed, “I’M IMPATIENT SO HURRY UP!”
I quickly walked to the door and opened it wide.
“Marcus?”
“I believe we have a score to settle,” he said as he pulled out a gun.
“I don’t have time, Marcus. Just leave, you know you don’t have the guts to shoot me.”
He stared at me blankly. “How do you do it, man?”
“What?”
“Stare at someone holding a gun to your face and insult them, how?”
“I’m just a good judge of character, and I know that you are good at heart… most people are, somewhere…”
He lowered the gun and stared at me in confusion.
“Like I said, I got to go.” I shut the door gently behind me.
I started for the hallway, trying to compose myself, but before I got half way to the hallway Marcus knocked on the door again.
What does he want know, stupid fuck… more time to compose myself I guess.
I opened it, but it wasn’t Marcus. He was lying on the ground unconscious, but that was the least of my worries. Julie was unconscious lying over John Doe’s shoulder like a sack of flour.
“So you have met them both. You have also befriended them both. The prophecies have come true so far. But no farther shall they go.”
“What are talking about? Put Julie down!”
Alana entered now, confused.
“Ah, there you are, Drake!”
At that moment a shadow appeared on the wall behind Alana. It was pulling itself from the wall and slowly reaching out for Alana. The Shadow was the word to describe him. He had spiky hair slanted to his left side and white eyes and a white mouth in a wide, open smile. His entire frame was black except his eyes and mouth.
He grabbed Alana and knocked her out.
I turned to hit John Doe but he wasn’t there, I turned back around and he landed a blow to my face.
“A human so fast and strong enough to knock me to the ground?” I thought. “No, he’s not human… he’s an undead. That would defiantly explain it all… the stench, the strength, the speed, and possibly the cold-heartedness.
The last thing I heard was John Doe say: “Don’t worry, you get to meet the Master.”
End Chapter
Lust drives us all,
The good lust for contempt,
The evil lust for blood,
You lust for more of my story,
I lust for you… my love.
look out for more of the story on other posts
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that was excellent i loved it hope to read more.
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Posted by Black_Angel
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im counting on it
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Posted by Black_Angel
on 2008-07-31 22:52:35
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so.....you still got it and dont lose it ( yep yep im talking bout that talent)so when does my charater come in or am i the master? lol j/k this was freking awsome cant wait for more ....... keep on writing
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Posted by Black_Angel
on 2008-08-04 21:48:25
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i can't, breaking dawn
it rocks!
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Posted by Jamies_message
on 2008-08-08 19:37:22
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yes..yes you can take a break for breaking dawn or twilight saga more likely b/c it totally roxs and i take breaks for that also but nothing else at all! do you understand i live to read the book you are working on(living is such a streched word here)and soo im counting on you to finish that.
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Posted by Black_Angel
on 2008-08-09 21:54:13
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well i do have chapters 4 and 5, but i haven't finished proofreading and all that, you know. but don't worry, you'll have more soon.
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Posted by Jamies_message
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that was cool jamie
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Posted by Angel_Crank
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