Look at my profile for more info on why this story was pulled. Y'know what? I remembered that when I got a new laptop, I uploaded all of my documents onto Google Doc, just in case I couldn't transfer all of them. This means I have the first 7 or so chapters of Bloody Fingerprints. YAY for ancient organisation! Here is the first chapter revamped, my old ANs intact. Enjoy!

Ok, this idea is a little weird. It's kinda a mixture of all the vampire novels I have read recently. To give you an idea of the setting, vampires have come out of hiding and are sort of accepted into normal human society. When I say 'sort of' there is a taboo that hangs around them. They aren't Meyer's kind of vampires, as will be explained in this chapter. Please read and review. My first M rate so be nice. No lemons whatsoever and slightly OOC. Should I go on? I own a pair of DMs, two goldfish named Shub and Pluto, an iPod named 'The Jukebox' and a quilt I have had since I was 3. I don't own the Twilight characters. No infringement intended.

Chosen

Bella Swan Biology: Vampire Characteristics and Behaviours 03/04/2010

What is a Vampire?

A vampire or Homo Lamia is a being that drinks the blood of humans or animals to sustain himself.

What do they look like?

They are always male. It is impossible to get a female vampire. Their eye colour varies from deep purple, to a bright gold. They do have 'fangs' but these only show when the vampire is angry, thirsty or sexually aroused. Usually have extreme personal attractiveness.

Strengths:
1) Speed
2) Great strength
3) Intelligence
4) Sharp senses
5) Stakes do not affect them. Neither do holy water or crucifixes. All myths.
6) Practically immune

Weaknesses:
1) Direct sunlight is painful and can be fatal.
2) They can only be killed by decapitation.

How and when do they need to feed?

Every couple of days. Their metabolism is much longer than the human one. As said earlier, when a vampire is aroused for feeding, their canine's elongate to form 'fangs'. These 'fangs' release an endorphin if to consort or a neurotoxin if to victim into the blood.

How do they reproduce?

They cannot be 'made' like in legends but are born just like humans. They take human mates known as consorts. The choice of these consorts is due to 'marking'. When a vampire sees their mate they instantly feel connected to that human female. They mark her as their own and no other vampire is allowed to touch that female. Copulation is not required. This rather primitive behaviour can result to fights between males, as the vampire who has imprinted feels extreme protection over that female. The female human can produce a limit of three vampire children. Each child would be a vampire, and would only take appearance traits from the mother such as hair colour. All other aspects are controlled by the father, as vampire genes commonly have more dominant genotypes in their DNA.

Does anything change about human female?
The human female becomes practically immortal when the full marking is finished. She only dies when her mate dies and vice versa. The two mates literally cannot live without each other. For the human in the process, this is truly life changing, as she would have leave everything behind for her mate.

You know the world has gone crazy, when you find yourself in biology writing out the characteristics of vampires. 6 months ago a vampire family revealed themselves on live television. The show was cornily named The Interview with the Vampires like the movie, but unlike the movie, it was real. The whole world watched in fascinated horror as 3 vampires and their consorts sat calmly in that tiny room, explaining it all. It takes 6 months for the human race to reshape itself for a whole new species. Life was never going to be the same again.

I leaned back on my seat and watched as Mr. Banner began a diagram of the vampire fang. Who knew vampires could be so fucking goddamn dull? I have had at least three essays on how vampires revealing themselves would affect the world from teachers, which have nothing to do with their subjects. This morning I had to sit through one hour long PSE session, one half hour on how we would defend ourselves if a vampire took a suck at us. The other half hour was how the vampire might lie to us about being our soul mate, because apparently, human virgin girls are a good fuck. Everywhere you saw adverts for that weird synthetic blood drink Vitality with the words: Now in strawberry! plastered across billboards and all over the TV. My dad, the Chief of Police of Forks Washington, has arrested at least three vampires for illegally feeding off a human without the human's consent. He'd come back saying, "These are crazy times we are living in. Crazy times."

We'd both look at each other, with the same thought in our minds, our eyes wondering to the mantle piece where her picture was, her pearls curled around the base of the frame. Her rusted over pearls.

A scrunched up ball of paper landed on my desk, breaking me from the cogs of macabre shittiness. I sighed and opened the note up.

U comin 2nite? J

Deciphering Jessica's notes and texts is the equivalent of deciphering the stars to tell the future. Long and pointless.

I scribbled back to Jessica: Coming where?

2 mike's house hes got kegs.

A specimen such as Jessica Stanley is obsessed with exactly three things: being popular, getting drunk and a penis. For Jessica this is Mike Newton's penis. This party held all of these things, so of course she had to be there, along with me and Lauren. Lauren was almost same as Jessica in her goals, except she was obsessed with Tyler Crowley. I had to be there, so I could pull both Lauren's and Jessica's wasted bodies from the tangled sweaty limbs of afore mentioned boys, as I hated getting drunk. Ever. I just didn't like it. Whether it was my father telling me stories about the smashed up cars and the bodies of victims of drink driving or the fact that my mother had had a tendency for reaching for the bottle, I just did not get drunk.

Yeah, I'll be there.

gr8!

I rolled my eyes at her reply and continued to stare dejectedly at the board. I was never quite sure why I stayed with Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory. I didn't like them much and they didn't like me much. I guess because they found me useful at parties and I found them useful for making my dad happy. Having friends and pretending to like them for the sake of both my father and my own social wellbeing was a hell of a lot easier than just being the loner. That is the way of 70% of high school relationships. True story.

The bell rang. Never had a nasal shrieking noise sounded so beautiful. I leapt out of my seat and shoved all my books into my bag. "What are you gonna wear?" Jessica said flipping her dyed blonde hair over her shoulder.

"This," I said gesturing down at my clothes.

"That's nice," Jessica said with a sneer. I didn't take her obvious insult to heart though. Jessica was wearing a short mini denim skirt; it was so short you could see the black thong she wore underneath when she bent over, a thin crop white top, so thin you could see her nipples pointing out obscenely at the world. Along with this revealing ensemble a pair of high heeled black boots, that screamed "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Just looking at her made me want to put a nun's habit on her and take a shower at the same time. I wondered how she managed to get away with this, but then again most of our teachers are perverts. I was dressed quite respectably, jeans, rocker T, zip up hoodie and converses. Simple. Nothing special. Slipping-into-the-background material.

We made our way out of the room and towards the cafeteria. "Tonight is the night, I can feel it," Jessica said her eyes glittering with excitement.

"Sure it is," I muttered. She had said the exact same thing about every party night since she had started going to them. I was never sure what she meant by that phrase. Whether it was 'tonight is the night that Mike Newton fucks my brains out,' or 'tonight is the night I get so wasted I can't remember my own name,' or 'tonight is the night I finally climb the social ladder and leave your sorry ass behind.' Whatever she meant, she was sure of having a good time. She continued to talk of the party, getting drunk and Mike Newton's dick. I pretended to listen, nodding every now and then, said the words "right," and "sure" at all the right points. Lunch was the same usual slop. I couldn't tell if the meat in my lasagne was lamb or beef. Probably both. We sat at our usual table. Mike, Tyler, Lauren, Angela, Ben and Eric, joined us.

I tuned out the mindless chatter and tried to part the edible gunk from the inedible gunk in my lasagne.

Fuck this. Fuck my life. Big time.

Sometimes I wonder if I should have been born in a different era. Or maybe a different planet. No one got me. Even my best friend in the world, Jake, sometimes really doesn't know what I am going on about. Maybe it will get better when I am shot of this shithole, maybe not.

"Here they come, the corpse's brides," I heard Mallory sneer. Oh yeah, the consorts. I watch as Rosalie Hale, Alice Brandon and Kate Denali entered the cafeteria. Rosalie is a statuesque blonde, all designer clothes and lipstick, Alice is tiny little jet haired emo-goth, all black tutu skirts and net gloves and Kate is a sporty blonde, all sneakers and polo-shirts. When I say consorts, they are basically the vampire's bitches. I knew that two of them were the soul-mates to the sons of one of the most important vampire family in the country. The Cullens. They owned several estates and were the producers of the blood drink Vitality. Everyone knew that they lived just outside Forks. I had seen them. Emmett Cullen and Jasper Cullen. Soul-mates to Rosalie Hale and Alice Brandon. They were gorgeous of course. Emmett was all muscles and curly dark hair and Jasper was more wiry and had beautiful messy gold hair. I heard there was a third but I had never seen him. Apparently he was just as gorgeous as his brothers.

The Brides made there way chatting and laughing, completely ignoring everyone staring at them. I sighed and went back to my food. People were so petty. In less than two months these three girls had been chosen by the local vampires, so that made them outcasts. As a girl who teeteed on the dge of social pariah, I sympathised somewhat. What really pissed me off is that it wasn't even their fault. They didn't ask for their lives to be ruined, they didn't ask for freaky vampires to come along and screw things up. But yet here they were, sneered upon. It was considered social suicide to talk to them but no one bitched about them to their faces. That's just suicidal. The last guy who did that mysteriously disappeared for two days and came back with a twitch and a fear for dark spaces.

"Fucking blood-whores," I heard Mike breathed angrily. Jealous much? He was only sore that it wasn't him banging one of those girls.

"Tell me about it, they're fucking around with corpses," Tyler murmured. Also a jealous fuck.

"It's just so wrong. They are not even the same species. It's like they are fucking a goat or something like that, y'know?" Jessica said. Such an intelligent observation…not.

After that I tuned it all out again. Fuck me. Will they ever stop? My friends could never get over anything. For the rest of lunch I pushed my food around on my plate and stared glumly at the floor. The chant reverberated around my head, 2 more years and I am outta here. 2 more years and I am outta here. I just had to study, apply to the right schools, get the right job and work experience and Forks will be an insignificant smudge on my rearview mirror. Forever. Bell finally rang, I nearly sprinted to my last two lessons, ignoring everyone around me and spent lessons staring out of the rain soaked windows. Brain cells are slowly dieing one by one. Might go to Jake's house tonight before the party. We can blow our brains out with loud rock, laugh at our classmates and I'll watch him take pot. It was the weekend after all.

The final bell rang and I was the first out of my seat. As I was walking through the halls to the parking lot contemplating the weekend, something tiny and black whammed into me. "Woah! Shit!" I cried out. Of course being me, I fell hard on my butt. Shit! That fucking hurt!

"OhmygoshIamsosorry!" the person gushed, "I wasn't looking where I was going! Are you ok?"

"S'alright," I mumbled, I looked up and froze. It was Alice Brandon who loomed over me, her black finger nailed hand held out towards me to help me up. Alice Brandon, original vestal virgin whose dad was the leader of the 'God hates Fangs' church and now she sucked vampire cock.

Strange times.

I took her hand and, although she was tiny, she managed to hoist me up with surprising strength.

"You're Bella right? Chief Swan's daughter?" she asked, her grey eyes fixed on me. They had a weird look in them, it was expectant and critical at the same time.

Her face suddenly cracked into a smile, "We are going to be great friends!" she said excitedly.

"What?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

"You'll see," she said happily, "I am sorry for knocking you down. See ya later."

She disappeared into the staring crowd and I gaped after her. What the hell? 'You'll see.' What is she, a psychic?

I brushed myself down and walked to the parking lot. I made my way to my truck, well it's not really a truck. It's more of a rusty hulk of metal with an engine in it. E.g. it's a piece of shit. But its my piece of shit. I call him the Beast. He's my lovable piece of junk. "We'll see you tonight right?" Jessica asked as she made her way to her white Volkswagen Beetle.

"Sure, whatever," I muttered unlocking the Beast.

My eyes caught sight of a sleek Volvo in the parking lot. The Brides were all around it. And the vampires. Emmett and Jasper Cullen along with Garret Forsyth. They all stood there, looking like Greek statues. But there was another one there. One that I had never seen before. He was beautiful. Flame like bronze hair, twisting in different directions, vibrant ethereal green eyes, that shone like bright emeralds in a dark cave. His body was lithe and strong, his facial features sharp and angular. He was leaning against the hood of the car, looking extremely bored. For a few seconds I just stared at him, trying to memorise his features, like when you see a beautiful view of a mountain or a lake. I knew I was proabably never going to see him again. And he was a vampire. I'm not that desperate. Argh! Why can't he be human?

Because no human boy looks like that.

"That's her Edward!" someone cried. My eyes snapped around and I realised that Alice was the one who spoke. She was jabbing her finger at…me. I stared at her, what did she mean? I hoped she meant 'that's the girl I knocked over' and not something else. Like... "That's your consort Edward! I told you, you had one!" Alice cried out happily. The boy's head snapped up and his eyes locked on me.

They burned, and I felt like I was being swallowed, consumed. Obliterated even. A look of feral joy spread across his features. He stood up straight, and began to walk calmly towards me. He said nothing, only smiled gently, his eyes a soft green.

My heart stopped and galloped away again, the sound loud in my ears, sounding like a death drum.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit!

I dropped the keys to my car and turned from the vampire that was slowly advancing towards me. I knew how this would work. He would mark me. Mark me as his own and then I would be immortal. I would be his bitch for rest of eternity. No freedom. I would have to answer to him and him alone. I would have to forget about getting a life outside this little rain-soaked shit-hole of a town. But that was only if he marked me. I had a chance. Knowing that my car was going to be fuck-all use, I managed to sprint towards one of the chain link fences and scramble up it, without tripping over. Well at least God was paying me a little attention. It was hard as hell trying to climb over the fence and my shoes kept on slipping off but I managed to get to the top. Once over the top I swung my legs over and dropped over the side. On this side it was all forest until you got to the road. I would call Jake and have him pick me up. Then I would figure out what to do next.

I turned to see the vampire standing still with shock. Everyone was either staring at him or at me. With one swift gesture, I flicked him the finger before starting to trek through the shrubs and trees.

After a few steps I realised what had happened. My life was screwed. I was never going to have a decent no matter what I did. So as I stumbled and tripped through the forest, silent tears trickled down my face.

There we go. Another little random idea of mine. Do you like it? Please review! I currently have no idea where this is going.
Bones

Random Fact # 1: I love Haribos. Starmix and Strawbs to be exact. I could eat one packet of each in an hour. No jokes.