Author's Note: Hi! This is my first 'fanfic', so please be nice.
First of all, it's not really a fanfic, since it has nothing to do with Twilight. It was merely inspired by Twilight, and has Vampires in it.
Second, I already have more than 200 pages written by hand, and the story will be updated whenever I have time to type it out.
Thank you so much for looking at this, and I'll understand if you don't follow with the story. ^^
Preface
Have you ever looked up at the sky when it was night time? Have you ever seen one of those ultra-bright stars that would twinkle and shine more than the other ones?
If you have, then you've seen a dead Vampire's soul.
To be undead in the first place can be good or bad; it all depends on the Vampire. But once a Vampire does die- as much as it can, anyway- its soul finds the way up to the stars, and then, the Vampire is truly at peace, no longer caught between two worlds in which it can't fit in anywhere.
There are a lot of myths about a dead Vampire's soul. Some say that if you spot one and make a wish, it will come true. Others say that misfortune will come your way if you look upon a Vampire's soul.
The truth: Vampires don't mean any harm. They're not evil. Their souls aren't black and wretched. They can't help the way they are, just like a wolf can't help itself from feeding on small animals.
Vampires are beautiful, strong, and wise. But there are people- humans- who resent them for that. Because of that reason, Vampires are scarce today.
Although there are some pretty bad Vampires who drink blood incessantly, is it right that humans base all their assumptions on those few crazed ones?