centipedegirl: yo what up, this is are JC story.

JC; alright, who gave you monster drink.

CG; (points to Freddy)

Freddy; what did I do

CG; (whispered) had to blame somebody…you're the closest.

JC; (growl)

CG; (shrugs at Freddy)

Freddy; watch it mandible boy, otherwise you won't wake up from your next 23 year sleep.

JC; (growl) why did you give her monster.

Freddy; (growl) I didn't.

JC and Freddy head to head.

Freddy; why don't you drop your balls, before facing me.

JC; at least I have balls to drop

CG; (whispered) oh sour spot.

Freddy; (growl) go get laid.

JC; at least I can get laid.

Freddy; always from the people you rape.

CG: Abby disclaimer and help.

Abby; owns nothing, apart from her OCs

Intro

Fate, it's shorter for my real name. Fatal, is my name or as they used to call me, project 13. I no longer live as an experiment but as the village call a vampire. I think they've misunderstood a legend to reality, I ain't no vampire, fair enough, I drink blood but I don't change into a bat, yea I have wings but I don't know how to fly and since, when dose a vampire have the mark of a dragon on the right side of her face or has, horns coming from her head, titanium talons for nails, bat wings with titanium thumbs a flippin' tail with a flippin' titanium blade on the end. Would you still call me a vampire….I wouldn't and I don't think the splices would ether. They know what I am…but they don't know who I am. They don't know, what lies beneath my human skin. They don't know, if I have a soul or not…to be honest I don't know ether. Do I have a soul? Did I have a soul? Was it that agonising, burning pain I felt, when they filled my prison with their white gas, were they destroying my soul? I don't know…but do they know, it wasn't a monster they were slowly killing, it was another of their kind, a little girl. The human skin, I wear isn't always a disguise but it shows you a part of me, something that not many humans notice. A little girl, who looks the age of 12. That's true, I look that age but I'm not, I just simply stopped growing but keep ageing. What would you see me as? A human or monster? Would you say I have a soul or not? Do the humans, who tortured me, deserve to live and keep their soul's…I didn't think so and so they died. I'm not someone who believes in God and Satan (sorry if it's spelt wrong) but I do believe in karma and the angel of death who wouldn't? Karma is what they got and the angel is who took their disgusted souls.

So far my life is stupid, I still hide, I still hunt, I still feed but I can feel something; rumours say, there's another, another what?

And why do they keep saying "the creeper's back."

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Chapter one

Bump, in the night

My mind, was wondering who is the creeper? That question has been biting my ass all day. My hunt hasn't even started and still, humans keep panicking over his name. I chose to ignore their chattering and started focusing on my drawing. Yea, I draw so what, bite me. I draw my dream and my horrible past. I draw my containment; metal walls all around, see through 2in glass and a girl inside; her chest cavity is covered in bloody bandages also her breeding cavity, that's what she had to wear. Her legs are bought into her chest, her arms are tucked in and her tail is coiled around her body. She is cold, but that's how her body always has been. I remember that day, it was my first change, my heart ceiled itself in bone and my tail grew. They took me for operation, when I awoke I was the picture, a bloody mess. I sketch the prison with all the detail although there isn't much. I add no colour, why should I? It was never warm… always cold. It hurts to remember these things but I can't help it, there burned in my brain and forever, the truth to what I am now. After finishing my drawing, I flip through the other 6 pages one certainly catches my eye. It's one I drew after a hunt; it's me, feeding from my victim's neck. I was out in the open that day. I had no other choice. The male, was part of the police force; a child had been abducted that day and they mistaken me for the child. I was dreadfully wounded, after a fight with the village dog packs. The male only flashed the light on me and for that I was thankful. I could already see the male, thanks to my nocturnal (sorry if spelt wrong) eye sight. The carcass were already starting to wreak the air and I knew, if I didn't feed I would bleed to death. I laid low as the male approached, waiting for the right time to strike. He stopped and turned the light to one of the carcasses, this wasn't good so I just struck. My fangs, pierced his soft flesh with ease. A shadow flew over me but I didn't care, I was feeding, nothing matters. This picture shows the shadow; wings. Big wings that's all I drew. Myself, my victim and wings.

My stomach growled, I haven't fed in 3 days. After closing my art pad, I reached for my over coat then stalked to the roof. The sun shimmered over my pale face. I closed my amber eyes, enjoying the morning sun until my stomach demanded feeding; giving me burning pain, making me clutch my stomach in agony. I listened to its orders and jumped. With lethal silence, I land on the earth and take a deep breath. It's good to be out I think and head for the village.

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After walking a good 3 miles I see the village but something's wrong. I pull my hood down and carry on walking until a very strong scent coats the air. Panic…the village is in panic their scared…of what. Once I'm in the centre I start planning who I'm going to have.

They keep running but why. My mind wonders. I take no notice of their stupidity and carry on with my business.

"The creeper back!" a women screams catching my attention.

Alright I give up, who the hell is this creeper guy.

I'm really sick and tired of hearing his name. There's no point with trying to find a meal here and WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING HERE. The men from the lab are here… but why. I take no chances, and just walk away. I will have to come at night, to hunt.

(5 hours later)

"Nightfall." I whispered, staring at the stars, I haven't turned yet and for that I'm glad. I chose to hunt somewhere else, an old factory I grabbed my art pad and pencils to head out.

When I got to my destination, I caught a familiar scent .blood just what I need, to satisfy my hunger. My eyes turned changed, so I could see in the dark. I could see a tall man, un-loading what seemed to be a white sheet, covered in red stains. I'm really losing my energy. I took my chances, and leapt for his throat. He knew I was coming and simply helped my momentum. He grabbed my leg and chucked me into a wall. I've lost too much energy, so I just let the darkness take me all I remember is his figure looming over me and those dagger like teeth stare down on me.

CG; yea, first chap. I am a bit bad with spelling and comers so sorry if I've missed or misplaced any.

Abby; have you cooled down.

CG; no. what did you do with Freddy and JC?

Abby; knocked them out, then nailed them to the roof.

CG; (shocked face) what did you do about JC wings.

Abby; drilled them into the wood.

CG; harsh…what did they do to you.

Abby; (glares) annoyed me with the insults and JC said I sucked on Freddy's demon. He involved me for no reason.

CG; (shuts mouth)

Abby; and Freddy said he heard you screaming JC name, when he raped you last night.

CG; (steam forming from her ears) what did you do to him.

Abby; that's your job…not mine.

CG; review, please, while I attended to some merger issues (grabs kitchen knife)

Abby; review, if you want Freddy to live or not…and quickly.

Freddy; review please!

Abby; how did you hear us.