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Chapter One

Narrative

As the sun rose, the morning light slowly got brighter. It lit the room where the boy slept.
He lie in a small bed, white blankets covering his arms and body.

The teenage boy has a bronze tan, and platinum-blond hair that reaches down to where the tips just barely touch the skin of his shoulder. He wears a loose white shirt and a pair of black sweat pants.

Unknown to him it was almost seven o'clock the alarm would go off soon , as it did every morning. Beep, beep, beep. . ."Agh. . . Shut the hell up," he said, his voice slow in a dream-like state. The beeping continued and the boy finally decided to apply the effort of moving his arm to turn the alarm off.

After a few moments, he manages to get up, opening his sleepy eyes revealing their true color; a light lavender. As he stretches in his bed, the covers fell off of him.
It wasn't plainly recognized, but he had muscles. Although, with the way he was built, it doesn't look it. At first glance, he's a skinny guy (probably because his is :P).

He reached down to his stomach, which was making a fuss over being empty. It was as if it knew what was going to happen next.
"Marik!"He jumped a little in his bed, startled.
"Marik, come downstairs and get your breakfast." He got up from his bed and slowly slumped down to the kitchen.

Marik's P.O.V

So. . . hungry. . . , I thought as I walked down the stairs, holding my stomach. I hadn't eaten in 2 days and it was starting to get to me.

I walked tiredly to the kitchen. (You might think that just walking was easy, but let me tell you, if you hadn't eaten in a day or two, it makes the simplest thing difficult. Incredibly difficult.

I kept bumping into the walls and almost fell down the stairs. Thankfully there was a painting there that I could grab onto. Unthankfully, the painting fell with me and I hit the floor with a loud thud . The painting fell on top of me and managed to hit me square in the back.

"Crap," I hissed. "I just got up, and I'm already having a bad day!" I sighed. "Today's going to be a real pain." Slowly, making sure I had something to steady myself on, I stood up and proceeded to move toward the kitchen.

"Jeeze, I had no idea that it would be this hard to move after not eating for two days." (If you're wondering how this feels, try to imagine having a black hole in your stomach that's trying to absorb everything else around it!)

My body felt like a corpse, each of my limbs hanging as if they were weighted. Not a fun feeling at all. But what the most surprising thing about it was how I was always so surprised about it! It isn't the first time I've had to go a couple days without food.

No, it's always like this; right after we move. I'm not aloud to feed for awhile, or at least till the heat is off. You see I don't eat what you might call "normal" food. I eat blood. Or, rather, drink it. So you can see how that would make things just a little complicated.

I can eat "normal" food, but it doesn't do anything for me. I'm still hungry no matter how much of it I eat, and I don't really like the taste of it anyways. (If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, no, I'm not a cannibal.) I only drink animal blood or sometimes I eat blood tablets.

To put it in simplest form, my mother is an angel and my father is a vampire.(and I don't mean that figuritively.) So I'm what you could call a Mix Child or "vampel" in my case. There are lots of other types of Mixed Children.

The most common are half elf. (I don't really know why, they just are.) Regardless of what type of Mixed Child you are, you're pretty much looked down upon, to say the least. If one is found its usually killed along with the parents.
"Finally," I said. I had made it to the kitchen, and I was very proud that I had only taken out one painting in the process.

There to greet me was my half-sister, Ishizu, and my mother, Isis.
"Good morning, Marik," they said simultaneously. I swear, it's like they have telepathy or something.

Not only that, but they also looked like twins. If you couldn't see the family resemblance, then you have some vision problems and should probably go see a doctor about it.
They both have long, straight, black hair, and had the same basic taste in clothing. They're about the same height, and their faces were pretty much identical; soft and kind, but not weak. (Oh boy. If you thought either of them were weak, you may think differently when you have a 2"4" slammed against your head.) Ishizu looks only slightly younger than my mother.

The only real difference was their eyes. Ishizu's are a sky blue, and my mom's an emerald green. I finally returned their greeting with only a nod of my head because I didn't have the energy to speak. But I was still happy, because, on the table, was a blood bag. Finally I could eat! I was so happy I forget about the small decorative table next to the entrance to the kichen.I tripped on it.
For the second time today, I found myself on the floor and in pain. Ugh. . . this was going to be a long day.

hi! im FAF22 and this is my first fanfic! I'm new at this and I will get better at anything i'm doing wrong. please coment and if you have any question fell free to message me. (no spamming you spam-happy people out there XD) I think that about covers it. anything to add marik?

Marik: oh yeah, PSYCOchick15 will be editing all of the chapters so if you like them go check out her storys.( :P). . . and can I please eat now? Please. I havent eaten in days.

FAF22: NO not yet.

Marik: uuugh. . .

PSYCO: ok, i have to add that my computer makes wierd glitches. and that this document is passed on SO many times between 22's laptop, my laptop, and even facebook a few times. so yea, if there's a word missing or something, don't kill me. just 22. I'S NOT MAH FAULT! XD

FAF22: hey! please don't kill me I'm new.

Marik: You will be killed If you don't get me something to drink

FAF22: You will! just be patient!

PSYCO: ok i wanted to say thank u for being so insanely awesome and reading this! it means a lot!

and. . . u . . . should. . . totally. . . like. . . check out my stuff. . . eh heh heh :P follow Marik's advice and . . . check out. . .mah. . stuff. . . heh. . . k bye.