A/N: Her Haunted Eyes failed; is at a sourly lacking dead end. Take Two on the 100 years later plot twist. This one will be much darker. As tempting as it is to use already published songs, I am going to write all of the songs I use in this story, as I am a poet as well. Okay, on with the story.

Scarred Ashes

Ch1

It is 2100; I imagine; you do not know me. You know Vivienne Laiynna; you know Scarred Ashes, the band I created a couple years ago. I imagine I won't be able to keep this up; I'll have to fall out of the media's presence eventually, after all, I don't age. Besides, it's not like my band members know my real name…who I really am, those jagged memories of the past that taunt me, waking nightmares, I will never dream again. No, they do not know me, Bella; they do not know the naïve girl I was and they don't know the haunted beast I am. They are not even aware of the existence of vampires. To no matter. I have changed too much to be recognized by anyone from my past, those forlorn creatures, beautiful and demonic, and tragic, yes, to me, tragic.

I am still haunted by them. Even to go their way, in tune to what some of them believed was the human soul, I could not do. No, I am one of the red eyes. I imagine I will change my ways, some day in the future…it's not that I want to be a monster; it's not that I enjoy wearing green contact lenses. Of course, I don't really want to be reminded of Victoria, the demon who forced me into this life, the day I attempted suicide. Jumping off that cliff; I still hold the feeling in my memory bank – how free it felt, to sour in the air, finally letting go of everything, the frigid air tugging on my dark hair, the shivering feeling biting (pun not intended) my pale (not as pale as it is now) skin, everything.

"Are you ready, Vivvi?" That is Marcus, my manager. "The rest of the band is already on stage."

"I'll be there in a minute, Marcus," I say. I harbor no romantic feelings for Marcus. I will never love again. That part of me is dead; she died the day I committed suicide. This is only a rehearsal; fragments of Bella still linger in the hole that still mars my chest, in that tormented black abyss that only I am privy too. Nervousness, of course that is something I have always been plagued with, and probably always will be. I walk on stage and try to smile.

The microphone is waiting for me. Darren, the drum player, is tapping his feet anxiously, and Kristen, the electric violinist is staring at the ceiling plucking the four strings. Coscan, the electric guitarist, is staring at the ground reciting ancient poetry. What a strange group I have assembled, the Scarred Ashes.

I turn to face my musicians. "Are you guys ready?" We are rehearsing my newest song, "Alone With My Rage". They all nod, abandoning their meandering, their futile fidgeting. "1, 2, 3…" Darren says, tapping out the beat. I open my mouth and let the painful words flow out of my mouth. I sing:

Take the rose in your hand

And let the thorns prick every vein

As haunted memories creep up this deserted castle

In the alley he has demonic eyes

I'll sing the song for him

This cage has no door

He threw away the key

Here am

Alone with my rage

One day I'll kill your memory

This will fade

Alone with my rage

I'll never find a way back

I open my eyes

Wander alone holding the rose

The petals are black

The heart is stained

This is me tainted in this unholy place

It's better to forget but I will remember

Alone with my rage

One day I'll kill your memory

This will fade

Alone with my rage

I'll never find a way back

That day he told me

None of it was true

The lies he told me poison my veins

I fell asleep on the corner of the street

And here I am tonight

Here I am tonight

Alone with my rage

One day I'll kill your memory

This will fade

Alone with my rage

I'll never find a way back

I'll never find a way back.

I'll never find a way back.

We practice the song for acouple of hoursand then I head back to my apartment in a deserted building.

To Be Continued….