Hello my names corsetangel and this is my first story.
Ive tried writing a few before but I usually give up, But I'm quite determined with this one.
I would love some reviews and constructive criticism.
Oh and please don't be uber-nit-picky as I'm dyslexic and am trying my best.
I hope you enjoy reading.
~I own all characters and Ive drawn them if you need proof~
*SMILE*
I looked toward the black Gothic mirror in my room, reflection of pale
flesh and red hair stared back at me. My dark chocolate eyes were
filled with a mixture of sorrow and anger, anger being the most evident.
Slowly my gaze lowered to my chest, or to be exact the large red heart
that filled the area just above.
I hated it. It was what condemned me. Nothing good ever came from
this hideous mark. From the day I was born it just caused misery and
pain for me and my parents. The strange looks from those who did not
understand. The taunting and teasing from my piers. My own mother
and father after 9 years of constant grief for their daughter they
started to shun me, refusing my existence.
Everyone knew what was attached to a mark like this, a bond mark.
The whole situation that evolved around it was grotesque.
Sure I could do what I want I was free, it didn't bind me or anything...
well that is until my 15th birthday, then everything would stop.
I would be taken away by the Lamians or as many called them Vampires.
The Lamians ruled society even over the parliament, though,
most were happy to pretend they didn't exist at all. Yet if one even
opened an eye for a single moment it was obvious they were around.
The strange and mysterious murders that all shared the same
way off death, the hospital robberies and the missing person reports.
Yet if you didn't look you didn't know and most were content with this.
One of their unspoken rules were all the girls born with red marks were
to be given to them on their 15th year and they would cause no trouble.
Well unless you were said girl. Sometimes if your mark was small
or in a very discreet place you may get away, but this was very rare indeed.
So now you may understand my situation.
My name is Blaze Dita Carlson.
I'm an artistic red head.
And...tomorrow I turn 15.
Oh Joy.