A/N: Lmao mmm I got really bored and all my other stories had writers block so…yep. Lol I didn't even know there was a vampire category back here. With any luck I'll actually continue head-on to finish this fan fiction. :D Wish me luck guys~ O btw, school is starting soon and with school comes, unfortunately, exams. I might not have time becuz I'll be cramming a buncha crap into my head. Oh snaps just found out that I'm going to have 100 questions for science, life sucks!

FAQ #1: Alisia is pronounced as "Alyssa."

Chapter 1: The Dead of Night

"No…n-no more please! I don't want this anymore!" A woman cried. "James please…end my misery."

She stayed trembling on the ground, feeling her shoeless feet becoming cut by the glass underneath her. Her white dress was torn as she continued to grab at the ends, furthering its abuse. She appeared beyond madness, but at the same time entrancing. Her uniquely pale skin was smooth, shining like the whitest powder under the full moon. Her brown tresses were messily expanded around her face, but it still appeared silky and soft to the touch. Her eyes were an unusual color of ice-blue, streaming with tears. She looked like a fallen angel.

The clouds shrouded around the city of London, making it eerily pitch black. The whispered voices mourning into the dead of night.

The man looked pitifully at her from his standing position, feeling her hurt and sorrow reverberate through his inner thoughts. He was the male replicate of the woman's traits except his eyes were a bright violet. He crouched down to her height and gently, as if she was the frailest thing in the world, pulled her into his arms. She was delicate when she was young and still now as she becomes more mature. He gazed at her shining cerulean eyes, feeling dread come over him. He loved his sister dearly and he would protect her from all that was evil until the day he dies. But this favor she asked of him… he couldn't do it. He just couldn't. He gripped her tighter to him as if she would disappear if he didn't.

"I can't Allegra, I-I just can't!!! You can't expect me to do this, even for you!" He uttered, as he started to break down in front of her. He sank to his knees and stared at his sisters liquid eyes. He always admired her eyes. When they were small, he would stare at her eyes for hours on end, wondering if they, instead of eyes, were two cut aquamarine gems. He gently stroked her face, taking it all in for memory. She closed her eyes, loving the soothing feeling of his palms on her cheek.

Overhead of them, the clouds rumbled with thunder. Rain was falling in liters--- They guessed it was Mother Nature's funny way of sneering at them. Mocking the siblings at the predicament they found themselves in.

"I can't live like this anymore James! It feels like my mind is going to explode out of my head any second. I feel alone, like if I didn't have you I would start disappearing." She stared at her hands blankly, like they would fade.

A harsh wind blew through the narrow alleyway, as if a sign that an impending storm was on its way.

He looked in anguish at his sister and recalled a time when things were simpler, but it will never be again and he knew it. The silence hung in mid-air as he tried to decide. His head was facing the dirty floor and his hair positioned in his eyes. He clutched the needle that she had given him in his hands. It made him feel dirty even by touching it. All he wanted to do was break it into pieces and throw it aside. To go home with Allegra and forget this whole situation ever happened--- but that would never come to pass and he knew it.

"James please!" She pleaded, holding onto his hands. He peered at her face-- beautiful even in sorrow.

The thunder roared in the background, adding onto the rain.

She wiped away her tears with her blood stained palms and gazed at them with disgust. Marveling the dirtiness of her soul for it wasn't her blood…He stood up again and looked away from her. He looked at the skies, amazed at the terror that streaked through the night, brightening up its midnight black. It was beautiful.

"Allegra…" He murmured,lips quivering from the torment that went through him. "If I do this…I'll never see you again. I would be torn from you…" He slowly looked back at her, tears dripping down his cheeks.

"James you cannot keep me in this world against my will. If it is not by your hand that I lose my life too, then it will be the next person I come across. I can't be your right hand in this war anymore. I can't live with the things that I've done to those people, to those children." She trembled at the recall.

"I'd rather die than live with this mental wound, because it will haunt me for the rest of my life, swallowing me slowly from the inside-out until…until I'm nothing but a hollow shell." She stared desperately at him. He shut his eyes in aggravation and slowly nodded, giving up.

"Are you sure about this?" He sat down next to her, staring at her ever so beautiful figure. Even as she laid there on the ground, blood coming from the wounds on her legs and her skin, she still looked like a majestic creature from heaven. He wished for her to mutter out an 'I change my mind' or maybe an 'I'm not sure'. But of course not, his sister was always a stubborn one.

"Yes I'm sure…" She gazed into his eyes bravely and extended her hands.

He dragged a hand through his brown hair and rested his palm onto his forehead---clearly frustrated. He groaned out miserably and stared at her once more. Never in his life would he have ever dreamed that they would be in this predicament. Never in his life would he think that this would solve anything. But when his sister had something on her mind, there was no stopping her.

With a loud anguished cry, he turned to the side and plunged the syringe into his sister's vein. It was a perfect, accurate shot. Not knocking into any of her arteries or anything that would further hurt her. Oh no, there would be enough pain soon, as the poison empties into her blood stream.

She gasped at the needles sudden penetration through her skin. As the liquid poison flooded out of the syringe and into her vein, he closed his eyes and looked away, unable to watch the terrible scene that was happening in front of him. She smiled at him and with the last ounce of strength in her before she was overtaken by the drug she reached her fingers out and took his hand in hers. 'He finally did it.'

She could feel the drug's effects contaminating her system, making her writhe in agony. She cried out as she felt the prickly feeling of knives tearing through her insides. The pain slowly progressed to her other body parts, numbing them in the process. And then it stopped and she couldn't feel anymore of her muscles. Then her vision slowly vanished, leaving her in the dark. Her world went into chaos as she began to have torturous migraines. She could feel James grip on her wrist tightening, praying her to stay with him. And now for the last stage…

Her heart suddenly started bursting through her chest from years of it being frozen. It pulsed harder and faster, like it would burst out of its chambers. Her lungs started closing their airways and it became harder to breath. She could hear herself panting in and out, faster and faster.

'Everything hurts…'

"Brother…" She uttered, she could still feel his hand, as it tensed at the sound of her voice.

"I… thank… you" She whispered in between breaths. No longer able to keep her eyes open, she slowly shut them, knowing her and her entire world was coming to a stop. "ALLEGRA!"

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25 years later…

It was a chilly, shadowy night. The streets of downtown London were still covered with people. The pavements were drenched in mud from the rain, still going nonstop. Although it was well past midnight, lights were still active at several convenience stores and street stands were still selling edible goods. The pub was open and had civilians coming in and out, seeking a warm area and a hot drink. From the entrance of the pub, a girl could be seen walking out of a yellow taxi. She paid the taxi driver a couple of pounds and got out.

People gawked at her as she walked down the streets, her black on black clothes surprisingly noticeable. She was wearing a pair of combat boots and ripped tights that covered her long legs all the way up to her curvy thighs. Also accompanied with her tights was a poofy black leotard that caught the eyes of many as she swayed her hips, making the layered material swish outwards in the direction she walked. She sported a band t-shirt that had the words, 'Before Their Eyes', in the middle and a tight zip-up hoodie that went all the way to her mid-upper thigh. On any other girl, the ragged ensemble look as though it had been thrown together by a homeless vagrant, but on her it looked like a fresh new design from the cover of Vogue. It made her delicate, heart-shaped features even more striking. With her pale, ivory complexion, deep-set blue eyes, and mass of dark, blue-black hair, she was an impossibly lovely creature.

She pulled up the head of her hoodie, causing some blue-black strands to fall in front of her ice-blue eyes. She looked left and right cautiously before heading towards a wide open alley. The alley was covered in dirt from the ongoing rain. A chain of people were crowded in the middle, trading and buying goods. The stands were situated on each sides of the alley. These stands sold black market materials such as drugs, alcohol, guns, stolen property, and the location was home to several illegal resources. The stands were hosted by humongous men wearing dark black suits. They were grouped separately and had a hawk's eye for thieves. They carried guns and knives in their coat pockets and didn't seem to mind using it on anyone who would try to sneak a run at one of their products. She shivered at the thought of it as she pushed through the crowd, going deeper into the alley.

As she reached the end of the alley, there stood a small, blue doorway. It was rusted to a certain degree that the paint could be rubbed off, and on it was the label, 'Johnny's Place'. She smiled at the familiarity of the image. This was a drug house owned by Johnny Caverly, her good friend and trusted comrade. They've been mates ever since the very start of middle school and all the way to the beginnings of high school. Johnny was turning his head towards completing their last three years of high school together, but something came up during summer and he…well declined. She rapped on the door and waited patiently. Shortly after, the label was pushed to the side and a pair of cobalt blue eyes peered through the rectangular shaped hole. It raised its eyebrows at her mischievously and asked,

"Password?"

She sighed and pursued her lips, "Really Johnny?"

"Okay Princess…looks like someone doesn't feel like joking tonight," She could hear the bolts and chains being unlocked from the back of the door. It immediately opened to reveal a standing figure. Johnny's hair was black with blue streaks running randomly through it. A couple of strands fell in his eyes as he smiled at her. He had the appearance of a dangerous person, someone not to be messed with, but she knew that he was a big softie on the inside. His skin was fairly tanned and made him look boyishly cute. He was wearing an expensive looking black button up which accentuated his slim and muscular figure quite nicely. He held a lit cigarette in between his middle and fore finger, shifting it to his lips for an inhale.

"You know you shouldn't always come to me when this happens. Johnny Jr. here is not liking you very much as of now. " Johnny mumbled running his hand through his silky hair. She stared at him in disbelief.

"But you're the only person I could talk too and anyways I don't have any other friends so… please?" She pleaded with a cute pout on her face. Johnny rolled his eyes, used to this treatment. He gestured for her to come in.

"Fine, but I'm telling you now Alisia…this is not healthy for teenage boys like me." He muttered, breathing in the cigarette.

They embraced each other for a moment. Alisia sniffed in the natural scent of Johnny, mixed in with expensive Armani. She smelled earthy scents of pine needles and waterfalls, and a hint of amber.

Smiling, she stepped into the room. It didn't change much within the last week. The room was white with blank white tiles on the floor. The king-sized temper-pedic bed was still in the far right corner with his dresser right next to it. The closet stayed untidy and the clothes within it lay creased and wrinkled on the floor. Johnny's PS3 was moved to the front of the room along with his big LG flat screen. The air was permeated with the relaxing scent of dirty clothes and expensive cologne. She inahled large quantities of it, smiling at the soothing feeling that shrouded her. 'This feels just like home'

Johnny returned to the room from the door that leads to the drug house. He carried with him a big sack that contained little baggies of powerful ecstasy pills. He tossed the sack to Alisia and she tossed it back after pulling out one of the small baggies. She opened the small baggie and grabbed three pills out of it. She snatched Johnny's water bottle off his dresser and proceeded to pop the pills in her mouth, gulping it down with water. The effects worked almost immediately and she felt herself begin to relax. Johnny walked back to the drug room and came back shortly after. He seated himself next to her on the couch and slouched back, preparing for the overhaul.

"Okay shoot, what did she do now?" He inquired, taking another inhale of his cigarette. She leaned back onto the couch and exploded,

"Well you would not believe what she did! So there's this new bloke at school and he just moved here from this foreign country…um Madrid? His name's Jacque and he's…well gorgeous. All the girls seem to like him and out of all the girls in my class he seemed to only want to talk to me. So he was leaning against my locker during break and asked if he could talk with me after school. I accepted since he went out of his way to ask. Now when it was after school and we were both sitting on the grass, my mother suddenly decides to show up and ruin everything!" She yelled, clutching the corners of the couch. Johnny stared at her, oddly calm. "So she suddenly shows up and he looks at her with the usual dazed stare, like he's practically hypnotized by her! They chatted for a few minutes then she told me that she'd be in the car. After she left, he stands up and tries to follow her! Before turning back to me and asking if I could give him my mother's number! Can you believe her…AND HIM!?" She shouted and nipped her bottom lip, which quivered with hate.

Johnny stared at her lips, knowing that this sign was shown for pure frustration. He sighed and walked around Alisia so he was facing her back. She continued muttering obscenities under her breath and furthered her mistreatment on his couch. His hands gently gripped her squirming shoulders and straightened them. He started rubbing her shoulder blades which after a few minutes calmed on their own. Slowly he gathered his way down to her back, kneading and pressing. She couldn't help but groan in pleasure, becoming putty in his hands as he worked over her pressure points. To think, the prince of a dark society and one of the most popular drug lords in Downtown London occupied his time by learning to massage. The British police would have a field day if they ever found out.

Johnny lowered his eyes at the sudden whimper that came from her lips, feeling the cobalt gems become dark with lust. She gazed over her shoulder and grinned at him innocently, having no clue what it did to him. He stopped massaging and stared silently into her eyes, intoxicated to no end. Slowly, without even comprehending his action, he leaned closer towards her lips. The beautiful peach colored lips mesmerized him and he wondered if they tasted as good as they looked. Alisia gasped and turned her head at the last second, his lips ending up meeting with her cheek. She heard him groan in irritation and felt a little guilty for it. Alisia realized a long time ago that her friend was fond of her in more than one way, but she never got to the stage of liking him. He stood up and moved a couple steps away from her, trying to control himself not to jump on the beautiful creature that sat before him.

"I'm sorry about that…" Johnny mumbled with his eyes on the floor.

"It's alright. I mean…you didn't mean to do that on purpose." He twitched at this and felt a bit hurt at her statement.

"Yeah…of course not. Anyways you should probably go, it's getting pretty late, even for a person like you."

"You're right. It is getting pretty late…so I'll just go home now." Alisia muttered awkwardly, watching Johnny from her place on the couch. She stood up slowly and made her way to the door. Before walking out, she grasped the small baggie in her palm and turned back to him.

"Bye Johnny, I guess I'll see you later." Then she proceeded out the door. Johnny locked the door and sank down to his knees, leaning his head against the cold entrance. He pulled his knees towards his chest and rested his head on his knees. He sighed and whispered, "It's only a matter of time before you come running."

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