Note to ALL readers: This story was something I wrote for school and after much whining from my friends I have posted it. IF the story gets good reviews/comments from others I WILL add sections weekly.

Also this is a completely made up story and is all my own work.

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THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REVAMPED! MEANING I HAVE REFORMATTED IT AND CHANGED A FEW THINGS.

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Mary

Something calls to me. I feel it in every inch of my body, pulling me towards the unknown. I get up and pull my coat on and glance at the clock, it's nearly midnight, yet my brain does not register this and I continue my way out.

The night's air bites at my skin but I welcome it.

The icy wind numbs my heart and limbs, leaving me in a zombie like feeling of life. I am pulled unconsciously to a park not far from my house, a park that I grew up in, and I sit down on a stone bench.

The moon shines from behind the trees like it is my guardian, welcoming me into its light, protecting me from the evils that lurk around me.

That's when I see him. A person not standing ten feet from me, gazing at my moon, total unaware that I am here.

His face is like a marble statue, skin snowy white and flawless. He seems sad, although I cannot tell for sure; he wore no emotion on his face. But something told me he was lonely.

Vincent

After a hundreds of years of being a creature whom feeds off humans to live as pitiful as I do, it's easy to regret all that you are, and all that you have taken from the world. You don't want to wake up at night, you don't want that sweet elixir of immortality anymore, you only want to die.

To end it all and go to the hell that awaits a damned soul like yours. But I cannot, because after a hundred years of life I have begun to fear death.

I awake this night a vampire, as I have done for the thirty-six-thousand nights before it, to feed once again on an innocent mortal. I walk to an empty park near my hiding place and stop to gaze at the moon.

Like me the moon has not aged with time but unlike me the moon has not taken lives. The moon is godlike object while I am a parasite.

My senses run a muck as a human girl walks closely by. She sits on a stone bench and looks up at the moon as if asking for protection. I think to kill her, to kill my thirst, but I stay frozen and look back up at my longtime companion.

I enjoy her presence and maintain my control for blood as she looks at me with questions in her large emerald eyes.

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