I looked up at the stars, my hazel eyes trying to find shapes and animals. So far, I had found a couple and I was still searching. The night wind suddenly blew my short brown hair into my pale face. I smiled, my painted black lips curling. The night was my safe haven. It was a place were all of my fears and worries went away. You could call it my therapy session and the moon was my shrink. My irritating problem was my foster parents who didn't like my little feel good sessions every night on the roof. They were abusive and controlling, but here that didn't matter. Up here on my roof the night engulfs me taking away all of my hidden pain and the moon giving me hope for something more than this confining life style that they forced on me. Here is where my strength came from to deal with them every day.

"Lily! Get your ass down here!" came the awaited shout from my balcony below. I sighed and sat up streaching my muscles that had stiffened from the late night Autumn chill. I yawned while I did this while also trying to scrape at Claire's(my foster mother) nerves. "Lily-"

I cut her off though as I walked to the edge of the roof and hopped down onto my balcony behind her, and scared her half to death. I silently wished that it was all the way and she was now six feet under, if not more. She stood above my five foot two stature by at least two inches and had the classic house wife look about her; ragged and worn with bags under her dark brown eyes and her equally dark hair tied up in a messy bun.

"How many times have we told you not to go up there?" she scolded me, her breathes coming in and out short as she placed her hand on her plump hips. I just rolled my eyes and scratched my head trying to think of a smart ass answer.

"Sorry mom, but I don't count," I replied, taking my hand away from my head while plastering a smirk on my face. I could tell the way her body tensed and the way her eyes started glowing that I had flipped one of many switches.

This switch made her face turn into an airhead looking thing that made me want to take a needle and pop it. "Don't sas me young lady. I am your elder and I demand respect," she growled, as she shook with fury.

"You have to give before you receive," I said right back, cool and collected. But on the inside, my familiar anger was bubbling. This conversation happened like this every time that I went up there, which happened to me every night. "And besides, sisnce when did you start 'demading' anything?" I added on nonchalantly with a shrug. I barely had time to finish it when her hand made contact with my cheek, forcing my head to the side.

"Don't talk about respect to me. You do as I say or I'll do worse to you," she yelled. I turned my head to her and spit on the ground near her feet. I lifted my head up and stared deep in her eyes, hazel piercing brown.

"Go right ahead. Just now this, when I get out of here I will show you what it feels like to be hit until you can't feel," I growled low as I gave her a look that should've killed her. She looked frightened as she took a step back away from me.

"It looks like I have no choice. I'll go get you father," she replied her voice small compared to what it was. I smirk in triumph but that didn't stop me from voicing it.

"Go on! Go get him! I'm not afraid of you anymore!" I yelled after her as I slammed my door and locked it. I had to get out of here. My heart was my pounding at the thought of finally being free. I've dealt with them and endured for as long as I could, but I've had enough from them in my sixteen years of living with them. I was getting my ass out of here.

So with that I went to my closet and grabbed a duffel back and shoved half of my black closet into it. I zipped it up and threw it on my bed while I looked for my laptop case. When I found it I went to where the portable computer sat on my bed and shoved it into it's case. I slipped it over my shoulder as well and grabbed my duffel bag. I smiled wickedly down on my bed and turned around to my balcony. I put one foot over and dropped my bag onto the waiting grass below. It made a happy thud that made me look back at the room.

I was finally escaping this prison. They tried to appease me by buying stuff like designer bed sheet, expensive wall paper that wasn't even my taste, and not to mention my laptop and my yellow mustang at the other side of this two story old plantation house. Yet, the material possesions only served to make me hate them even more. I smiled a real smile as I swung my legs over the side and jumped. The impact of the one story leap rattled me but I ignored it was grabbed my duffel bag and snuck around the house to my mustang. With my back against the wooden exterior, I heard the voices of my foster parents.

"She's getting more and more unstable. Today, her eyes changed. The society is going to come for her any minute. I've already contacted them," I heard my "father's" voice say. I instantly stopped my sneaking and ducked underneath the living room window. No one was coming to get me. I'd be damned if they even caught sight of me, who ever "they" were.

"David, are we doing the right thing?" I heard my mother ask, hesitant, scared. The sound of flesh hitting flesh could me heard, followed my the sound of glass shattering. I winced.

"Don't question the societies orders. Have you really gotten attached to that abomination? Have you forgotten what they did to your family? Have you forgotten that she is the key to their annihilation?!" his sharp voice yelled. My puzzlement only depened. Okay so now their was two "they"s.

"O-of course not,. It's just that, she is not going to go dark. I can feel it and so can you. And even if they try to break her, it won't do any good. She's strong and has the heart of a pure-" again the sound of him slapping her reverberated through my head.

"Don't say that. They can and will turn her dark. They will succeed. For now we just have to keep her here and the WWHS will come for her," he said. He sounded evil and corrupt. I closed my eyes and calmed my self down as I continued to my yellow mustang. I wasn't effected by this since they weren't going to get me. Who ever "they" are. I made a mental note of the last part though. WWHS. I had a feeling it would pop up later.

I got to my car without trouble and threw my crap in it. I hopped in and started it. And without hesitation I popped it in reverse and swerved around. Pounding it into drive, I sped off through the woods that surrounded the house and onto the deserted road. I looked at my rear view mirrors to see them bursting through the front door, David first. I pushed the gas a little harder as I reached almost a hundred miles per hour. I was happy and I yelled to the sky.

"I'm free!"

I didn't care what happened from here on. I was getting out of this state called Texas and I was going to build a life of my own. I thanked god that I was home schooled and had already graduated a couple of months ago. Being a genius had its perks. Also self defense was far from mind bemuse I had just gotten by black belt. They had decided that I would train in the art for god knows why, but I was glad they did becuase that just proved hoe stupid they just were. I zoomed on and finally got bored of my own thoughts. I sighed and turned on my radio only to be greeted my one of my favorite bands. HIM and their song "Vampire Heart". I smiled as I blasted my speakers.

You can't escape the wrath of my heart
Beating to your funeral song (You're so alone)
All faith is lost for hell regained
And love dust in the hands of shame (Just be brave)
Let me bleed you this song of my heart deformed
And lead you along this path in the dark
Where I belong 'till I feel your warmth
Hold me
Like you held on to life
When all fears came alive and entombed me
Love me
Like you love the sun
Scorching the blood in my vampire heart

I took a deep breath as I started to think of the meaning of this wonderful song. No one ever paid attention to the meaning of them and I think I'm one of the very few that would. I laughed as my excitement bubbled in me again.

I'll be the thorns on every rose
You've been sent by hope (You'll grow cold)
I am the nightmare waking you up
From the dream of a dream of love (Just like before)
Let me weep you this poem as Heaven's gates close
Paint you my soul, scarred and alone
Waiting for your kiss to take me back home
Hold me
Like you held on to life
When all fears came alive and entombed me
Love me
Like you love the sun
Scorching the blood in my vampire heart

The meaning sunk in as I wished that someone would love me like how he was singing it. I have never had someone love me. Not even my foster parents loved me. I knew they hated me and I was glad to finally get away from them. But I really wanted to be loved like this or to love somebody like this. My heart ached with an unknown pain as I took another breath as the lyrics started yet again.

Hold me
Like you held on to life
When all fears came alive and entombed me
Love me
Like you love the sun
Scorching the blood in my vampire heart
Hold me (Like you held on to life)
Like you held on to life
(When all fears came alive and entombed me)
My vampire heart
Love me (Like you love the sun)
Like you love the sun
(Scorching the blood in my)
My vampire heart

3 hours later

"Boooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrred!" I yelled to the sky as a glowing green sign approached that read "Welcome to Louisiana". I laughed as I rode over the boundary line. It faded away from me as I felt a strange foreboding, that made me involuntarily shiver. I wanted to go back but my intuition and instincts kept telling me to go on. I listened to these little voices. They always kept me out of real trouble, when ever it decided to rear it ugly, no good head.

At about six in the morning I came to the city of Shreveport and was the happiest, sleepiest bitch in the fifty states. As I passed into the city, I found the nearest and cheapest looking hotel and parked. Walking into the hotel semi nice hotel I requested a bedroom for one. I took my credit card out and handed it to the exhausted man. He swiped and I signed. He gave me the keys and I took my cranky ass up to the room. I really didn't care if they tracked me through it because by morning I was outa hear. That and I was goig to max it out by withdrawing all of the cash and then disposing my the pesky piece of plastic.

Opening the door, I threw my duffel bag and laptop on the ground and plopped down into the uncomfortable bed and fell straight to sleep.

I felt a tingling feeling crawling up my legs. I looked down to see black flames slowly coming up them. I tried to shake it off but all of a sudden, pierced my legs forcing a scream past my lips. The pain was slowly getting worse and I didn't now what to do. Until finally I heard an unfamiliar voice call out to me. 'Fight it! Fight it! Don't let it engulf you!' I fought it I really did, with all of my might but the pain still continued to escalate.

I screamed again and looked into black flames with tears in my eyes only to see blood red eyes that seemed to want to eat me. Panic ensued as I stuggled more, trying and failing to ignore the pain that was crawling up my body and seemed to focus on my shoulder blades. With my final boost and emotion and will power, I yelled, "Let go!"

I jolted up with cold sweat covering my pale muscles carried a dull ache from my dream that seemed to slowly relax as I calmed my breathing. I covered my face with my hands, trying to pry the image of the eyes from my memory. They struck a fear in me that I never knew I had unilt know. It resounded through me with deadly efficiency. I shivered and blocked in while I wondered what time in was.

I glanced up looking for a clock only to find that I wasn't in my room. I looked around to try and remember where I was and how I got here. When I studied the plain room I realized that I was in a hotel room and that I was not in Texas anymore. That and it was currently noon.

I let forth a smile as I realized that I was indeed in another state and that my foster parents couldn't touch me here. Stretching, I yawned as I got up and headed toward the bathroom. I looked myself in the mirror only to wince at the sight of me.

My hair was all over the place, my eyeliner was smeared down my face and my clothes were wrinkled. Sighing, I started the shower and striped down. I stepped into the warm shower as it ran down my pale skin causing me to shiver. I let the warm water soothe my tense muscles and clear my mind of everything from my foster parents to the dream. It helped.

After I felt clean mentally and physically, I got out of the shower wrapping a white hotel towel around my slim body. I approached the mirror and whipped it clean of all the perspiration. I looked at me reflection only to see a pair of crystal blue eyes starting at me and not my hazel ones. I gasped and leaned in closer. What the hell was going on, I thought, my mind on edge and on high alert,

Before I started to totally freak out, I closed my eyes hoping for them to turn back and opened them to have my natural honey hazel eyes staring back at me. I breathed a sigh of relief. I had no clue what happened but frankly I didn't want to know.

As I got dressed I thought about the dream again. For some reason I felt like it was just gonna pop out of my mind and attack me, causing my muscles to tense again. The red eyes flashed through my mind making me shiver. They held so much malice and hatred as well as a sort of blood lust that it scared me half to death. And it took a lot to scare me.

I got dressed in an extra large black Korn T-shirt and went back to the brick of a bed, and decided I needed more sleep. I flipped through the channels on the TV until Tom a Jerry started chasing each other and I fell to sleep with the funniest cat and mouse chase dream ever.