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Protecting the Light

Prologue

"Get away from me you piece of filth," she snarled.

"Awwww, getting a little bit testy are we?" he leered at her "Sleep…"

She threw up her shields, but he was quite powerful. Obviously from the Silver line.

"Sleep...."

Soon the vampire was lost in the ecstasy of bloodlust and her screams faded into the night.

Chapter one

            Ciara Smoke woke with a start. It was the dream again, - the same which had plagued her since her early youth.  A momentary wave of sadness washed over her, but she shrugged it off and stretched lazily beneath the covers. Groaning, she dragged herself out of bed, walked across the floor; and promptly tripped over her guitar. "fuck." Another perfect beginning to her morning. Some days she just hated life and wished she could crawl inside her sheets and hide from the world…

            Ever since she was a little girl, her mother told her that she was special. That was before her teenage years which had, apparently, made her mother's life miserable.  Leave the past in the past she thought to herself. She was older now and her life could be anything she wanted it to be. Unfortunately, she wasn't all that sure about what she wanted exactly.

            Her apartment was dull. No other word to describe it.  She never had any skills in decorating and decided upon purchase that the starkness of it all fitted her personality, which in itself she thought was dull. Dull, dull, dull.

            She never wore much makeup or jewelry. She had one necklace though, a small emerald pendant that she had worn since birth. She remembered all too well the day when she had asked her parents about the origin of the necklace. That was when she discovered that Greg and Caroline were not her parents - and that her mother had been gruesomely murdered when she was four.

             So young, so….emotional she had been when she was told the truth of her past. She cried, fell into depression, and even ran away to her friend Xander's house. It only took a month or so for her to realize that all the sulking in the world would not bring her mother back. Not that it mattered too much – she couldn't remember her mother, so it was quite pointless for her to grieve for someone she never knew.

Flipping her long black hair over her shoulder, Ciara scanned the room with her icy blue eyes. People often observed her eyes with interest, and she had to admit, she had never seen anyone with eyes quite like hers. A light frosty blue they were, ringed on the outer iris with silver.  With one last sweeping glance, she concluded that everything was in it's place. A few moments later she stalked out of her apartment in the direction of the nearest elevator.