By:

Elizabeth Shabina Fryer

Chapter One

I stare down.

The city lay out before me.

Triggering some emotion but nothing too strong.

I hear a scream form somewhere, but I don't turn.

The right thing to do would be to save her life, no? So why did I still hesitate...

So why don't I haste?

Saving wasn't my thing unless it benefactored me.

The screaming increased, my head started to tilt. Listening to two different things.

The loud sloppy sound of a human heart... the steady thrumming of a creature of the night...probably a vampire.

What kind of vampire?

I listen intently...the panicked thoughts of human... a careful string of melodious whispers.

I watched with my vision eyes, what he might do.

I watch as he rose over her head, more likely levitated over her head.

Slam!

He hit her head once against the wall.

She died. He leant forwards to quench his thirst.

I quickly shifted time back, I watched through the dull eys of a human her past life before that point.

Well...it was quite a pathetic story...no one important...

So I turn around and disappear off the spot.

My name is Rosezjamacara Verlain Mary Hathaway Fior, I had been a Lamia vampire... now I was just plain dead.

I own a big community of people...more likely slaves.

Anyway, what I am is something dark sinister.

And I wasn't the only one.

Everyone who had known the living breathing me thought I was dead.

And for other intents and purposes I might just as well be so. I stare through the dark, it was a black void that allowed me to travel fast and efficiently without making sounds, without been seen and most of all without moving.

I wasn't lazy, but when I had been living I had been quite the little princess waited head on foot.

I guess I still was one, once a princess always a princess... was the saying. But I had died, everyone had seen it. They had even buried me.

So I really had thought it better to disappear all together.

I didn't exactly love my life, but I coped with it.

I didn't feel, well... I didn't feel much.

Hapiness? Love? Faith? Amused? None of those came to me easily.

Coldness, sarcasm...yep, those were my main emotion. Great no? That's what I had thought at first, before...now it no longer bothred me. Actually it was better like this, I could form no attachments.

And being a ... Shadow person? I think that's what everyone else called my kind.

Shadow, we certainly seemed with the way we could move, with the way we could control death, with the way we collected power from dark emotions. Yes...Shadows, silent and leathl.

But People?