Bonjour to all! Yes, I was outlining this story all day today during school, and I honestly couldn't lay off of it because it just so happened I have not had any sleep at all because of this. So this is the sequel to Forever Violet, and it's going to be darker, more suspenseful, and creepy. I honestly couldn't bare not doing something like this, and I really hope I get more reviews and visitors for Forever Violet that I not but two days ago finished. Thing is, I already had the prologue and the first chapter already written down when I was hardly finished with the one before now. But so anyway, I can't exactly give you an exact summary, it'll just flow as it is. And please, please, please review and tell me what you think of it, and how it will turn out. I CAN NOT WAIT TO HEAR YOUR FEEDBACK!

Also, every few chapters where will be a poem that is either created by myself or someone I find off the internet. I will give the credit to whomever it goes to. For this chapter, it just so happens that it is a piece of one of the poems I have written myself. It might be bad from someone else's point of view, but I'm not all experienced.

THANKS FOR READING THIS EXTENDED NOTE. NOW READ THIS STORY PLEASE AND THANK YOU!

ThePhantomsFlutist


When They Wake

Prologue:

Bloodlust

I knew that this was going to happen. That I wasn't going to win in the end. I was too weak. Something like me can't last long in this world and have a happy ending. If the end is ever going to come.

I looked at the little spilt blood that lay before me now and the cold, bloodless corpse. I didn't even have anything to do with what lay before me, the skin so pale... paler then mine. So dead, so lifeless. The eyes remained open, with a thin white film to them, all of the bite marks encased around the skin... bloodless too. The light purple bruises were still there somewhat, even though the heart has stopped officially, and there's no soul left in it's body. I've failed.

I turned to it's murderer, snarling in rage, teeth bared, and the sudden urge of bloodlust and hate. He smiled back with a wide grin, showing all of his teeth and the most monstrous expression straight out of Hell. He was going to go back where he came from before I do. That, I know.

I run my fingers down your chest,

with nothing but lust,

to see if I found what I long for,

your own life and more,

and then the beating does start,

the sound of your lasting heart,

beating instead of mine,

more then love and lust combined.

Chapter 1:

Lasting Heart

"Violet, what was the third music time period that we know very well of today?" The teacher asked, and I peeled my gaze away from the clock as the seconds ticked by, closer to when the bell rings and I'm free to go from this annoying Hell they call school. Honestly, I couldn't put up with my own masquerade much longer. My eyes were scorching black, and I wasn't having the best day today. My throat ached with this burning pain, and I couldn't stand it. I was stupid enough not to hunt because Elizabeth was sleeping over while her mom and stepdad were at some party. She didn't feel like spending it with her siblings (who really were starting to get on my last nerve... I'll explain later), and I seemed to have the only availible schedule. Of course we didn't sleep, we watched all these movies all night that kept us up... all of them were horror movies. Lucile kept throwing Liz's popcorn at the screen for no reason and it all went downhill from there. But I did think Van Helsing was interesting in a weird sense.

But Mark wasn't in school today which made my day all the most crappy (yes, Liz's word is rubbing off onto my excessively, it's quite catchy). He is the only thing that keeps me sane from repreiving the vampire within myself.

"Baroque." I answered hesitantly. Three more minutes, fifty-five seconds exactly until the bell rang.

"Very good." She shook her head and then mumbled something like "I still don't understand why she is in this grade," under her breath. I sighed and then quickly sucked up as much air as I can and held my breath. Hopefully nobody gets some random papercut or scrapes their skin deeply. I mean, all goes against Violet Sharpe, right? With my luck, someone could scrape a knife across their wrist and death would be paid for anyone watching. I mentally shuddered. Of course I couldn't do that, but I couldn't hold back the monster inside when it was thirsty, and right now it was screaming at me to get out of here so I can go feed. Maybe I can excuse myself to use the bathroom and not return...

In my peripheral vision, a wad of paper was being thrown at my head, which I didn't feel, obviously. I turned around to see Elizabeth who was sitting behind me in the risers.

"What?" I said sternly, obviously uninterested.

"Are you ok?" She asked, studying the angered look on my face. I grunted and added a sly grin onto my face which has been frozen into a grimace the whole class.

"Do I look ok?" I hissed. And then she saw my eyes and then backed off. I shook my head lightly, and crossed my legs as any regular human would do. Still trying to exceed at the human charade.

And finally, the bell rang. It was a split second I was out of the door, with my things at hand, going quickly to my locker and getting my bag to leave. I messily threw my binder, textbook, and the few books I carry around to read when I'm bored during school, into the small bag and rushed out of the school to meet Lucile at my car.

"Someone's in a hurry." She noted gloomily as she entered the passenger door with one swift movement and I did on the driver side, throwing the bag into the backseat.

"Hm." I replied, rolling my eyes and killed the engine, getting out of the school parking lot in a single second. "What about a small hunting trip, Lucile?" I asked flatly.

"Sounds good. You know there's a problem when you actually almost fall asleep during Trigonometry." She shrugged, looking at the road ahead. She turned on the radio to her own favorite station while I kept my eyes keen to the window naturally. "Mark not there today?" She asked, resting her head on her arm, looking bored.

"Obviously." I remarked darkly.

"It's pretty insane that you're so addicted to him, Violet. The days he's sick or not in school that day you're always so... dead." She said slowly, eying me.

"And it wasn't that way with Nicholas?" I questioned slyly, meeting her gaze for a moment and then looking out the window again.

"Well... that's a different story. He didn't have a beating heart that you seem certainly interested in..." She went off on a flat note, tisking her tongue against her teeth. It was silent while rage bubbled into my chest and then out of my throat in a loud, and uncertain outburst.

"It's not like that! I'm not that sick, Lucile. I already told you it's not because of his heart! I'd much rather have all of him. I already told you that..." My voice trailed off. I knew it was partly because of the blood within him that attracted me. And I am so off because of that. I know it's more... but I'm just sick with myself for that reason which has been bothering me lately. I couldn't get my mind off of it.

"Whatever, Violet. I know love can be in many forms, and I understand yours is... different then many." She whispered.

"Lucile, you honestly can't think so low of me. David was like that to me... he only wanted it for the blood. I think that is wrong, and I would never in all of my days sink that low. It's like you don't even know me at all." I said demandingly.

"You're right, I probably don't." She said in a way to end the conversation and I let it go. I gripped the steering wheel as tight as I could let myself so I wouldn't burst out fuming. I really needed to hunt.

My life has changed so ultimately ever since many months ago in the beginning of the last school year. Who would have thought, though, that some little insignificant high school would change a 209-year-old vampire's life? Maybe I am acting a little off of my own kind. A little too far deep. Into something I'm not. I can't help that, and there isn't any way that I can tear myself emotionally away from Mark or Elizabeth. But the fact is I felt human again around them, and if that is what it took, then so be it. If there is anything that I can't possibly live with losing was my bit of humanity that clung to me as I never thought was possible. Lucile thought it was twisted, for she was actually losing humanity and she was younger than I!

Victoria only liked seeing me happy and Alexander was too busy brooding over something that I have not a clue about. They weren't much of a help, surprising enough. Victoria was surprised, though, when I told her all about the whole ordeal over David. She didn't seem to understand, and I had to explain.

"He wants me back, selfish as he is." I said as she was combing my thin, black hair with my fingers. Victoria would understand more then any other vampire... person in the world, because Alexander was her own David, but their love was so twisted, she could care less he was sucking out her soul and creating her one of the daughters of night as we all are... a vampire. She is only about a century younger then him, so Alexander even considers himself to be young when she was created. But I don't think I've ever saw them parted. Lucile has told me of when she was coming back to say goodbye, Alexander was there, seeming to go insane and Victoria was gone. Wow. I truly do adore them both, nonetheless, and if I ever found myself in that sort of position, I would never back out.

"That's twisted. Of course, I should expect that from David. You shouldn't go with him, Violet, no matter how strong he is against you, you need to fight back." She said darkly, holding me to the side and looking into my eyes.

"I think I know that..." I said indifferently.

"What a jerk..." She muttered. I half-smiled knowing that she never used that word before.

"Nice going..." I giggled softly, leaning against the wall next to my bed, looking up to the ceiling above. Victoria rolled her eyes and then leaned back casually, but then grew serious.

"I really hope he's not doing what I think he is doing, though." She replied sternly, shifting to an uncomfortable position, tense. It took me a while to think of what she said and then widened my eyes, figuring out I had no idea.

"...Wait. What?" I asked, blinking a couple of times.

"The Government do have their wives, and almost all of them have more than one. Most of the time they have their own castle where they are locked up and tortured horrendously without being fed or looked at the eternity they live. Of course, that's only the five leaders that have them..." She paused and looked at me, narrowing her eyes trivially, "I don't think David has a wife. I don't think he ever has. Just toyed with helpless girls... like yourself. I don't know what he wants in you, but I think you are the only one who has escaped his little game, so that ends up with you being... the only one to be worthy of being his mate. Someone who won't die and so he can just play with you longer like some sort of twisted game all over again." She explained darkly, her entire body tensing so that she seemed chiseled out of stone, not moving or blinking, and hardly breathing.

I remained still myself, looking to her in surprise. I honestly never thought of that. I forgot the Government had their many wives. In fact, I do believe they have like... twenty of them. Four each. It's disturbing when I have to remind myself how sick and twisted my own world is. And then the humans think they have it bad when there is so much other things you can to to torture a person who can live as long as something doesn't kill them. And so many other sorts of vampires that all exist throughout the world. Half-vampires, vampire children (which still irks me to this day... it must suck literally to be changed when you are only six or ten), and then other types of demonic creatures that the Government keeps inside their castle and random places all over the world where they feel need to rule. It's like some dictatorship in the human world, except worse. Much worse. And again, you think you have problems with your own Government. Ha ha... I laugh at your face.

"I would rather die..." I murmured to break the silence looking out the window to the dark forest that was all tainted with a dark purple. There wasn't any moon out tonight to give the forest that encased our house like a gate so not many people can find the house. Elizabeth's mom even got lost, I remember. As long as that's good, I guess.

"Hm... I wouldn't say that so soon. Maybe before is more merciful then after he officially decides... Just be careful, my darling. Even if I wasn't there for the last time you faced him, but I promise I will be there from now on as long as I can." She said comfortingly and I smiled dully.

"Promises, promises..." I whispered, shaking my head.

"'Tis true. They might be overwhelming." She nodded.

"You have no idea." I replied, sighing.

Of course, I haven't heard, seen, or been with anything that had to do with David. I know he was going to come for me any time and threaten me with some clever idea like he wanted to before. And I know he's most likely not going to go back on the promise.

During this time though. I thought again on Lucile's words as they floated through my head. I sat in the chair that was near the deak in my room which was lit gloomily by a few candles spread out amongst the room. I locked the door so that people knew I didn't want to be disturbed. I didn't have any music on in the background, as I thought thoroughly and hard.

Was the only reason that Mark and my relationship with him went so fast was because he always has something I don't? That he has a lasting heart that I just happen to not have, either? Is it something darker that laid beneath my concious spirit and mind that I long for besides the bloodlust... something that I could never pull off indefinitely? Something I didn't even know about that is dragging me toward him? Is it not even love?

I shuddered delicately at these thoughts...

Which was when I heard something tapping on the glass of my window.