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Summary - Sitting in class she is forced to listen to dribble on laws and things that have been proven true and how all of the mythological creatures are myths. Eleven years ago something big happened to Pan. Something big that now, age sixteen she is only beginning to face. If only all the "normal" people knew. If only they could understand the life of a slayer.
Title: Red and Black Candles
Prologue: The Beginning of Death, Misery and Sorrow
Eleven years ago. I was five at the time and stupid. Well, I was innocent. I didn't know anything. But those five years. Five years of not knowing, of being normal, had been wonderful. Almost like I was living inside a dollhouse. A place so easy, so comforting, so beautiful. A life where there were Mommies to kiss my booboos and Daddies to hug. A place that seems so distant now, like an old memory that's fallen down into a murky pool where I can't quite tell if the reflection is me or that someone I left behind. Eleven years ago, a day like any other, it all went to hell.
"Pan will you please let the curtains down? I don't want all of our neighbors to be watching us eat. I'm not saying they're nosy, but just. let the curtains down, honey."
Some impulse. It struck me in the side. Almost a stinging pain. I knew I shouldn't close those curtains, shouldn't shut us out from help. That little sting was telling me not to. I shouldn't have. It would have been wise. I'm sixteen. I know that now. I was only five then. Innocent. Otherwise, stupid. So I did close those curtains. I did what I was told.
"Yes, mommy." She yelled as she ran over to the heavy dark black sheets.
Pulling the string's knot undone she moved her face closer so she could feel the cool air shoot from the sheet as it sank down. Smiling, she ran over to the next and did the same thing. This time, however, she closed her eyes and imagined herself riding at full speed on a silvery unicorn. Her chest length hair flying back as her tiny fingers clenched tightly to the long golden white mane.
It was my last pleasant memory. For a few years I held onto it, sometimes focusing so hard on that wonderful memory that I'd be lost in it for hours. Those years I felt the worst, when I couldn't bring myself to remember the five years of my glorious life. I held onto that memory with the lingering reminisce of my soul.
"Pan did you pull down those curtains?"
"Yes, mommy." Pan responded, as she opened her eyes and ran around to flip all the light switches off.
"Good, now get the lights. We will be eating my candlelight tonight. Your father has good news."
"I did it!"
"Great, now go get your brother."
"Fork, Knife, or Watch?" She shouted, as her little legs carried her up the stairs.
Nock! Nock!
"Just pick one and then tell them to get some candles from the attack."
"K!"
Pounding up the stairs she disappeared from her mother's sight.
I wish I could say I still had that feeling. I wish it was still stinging my side and telling me to go back. I wish I had some sense to run back down those stairs and slam it in the front porch occupants face. But I didn't. I didn't have the feeling and even if I would have still felt that ping in my side I'm sure I would have followed my mother's orders anyway.
Preparing to open the door, Mrs. Son straightened her red dress, glanced at the hanging mirror to make sure that her hair was fine and then grabbed the knob.
"Hello, Mrs. Son. I am Dread William and I am hear on behalf of the Blood Downers Network." A tall man with pale skin and mused black hair said in an elegant, smooth, voice as he stepped into the dim light of the hallways, which Mrs. Son had flipped on moments before.
"How do you know my name?" She snapped.
Mother was always that way. Kind, but slight untrusting. She use to tell me that Daddy fell in love with her because of her intelligence and skeptic attitude. He knew she would never go for anyone just because they had good looks and material things. But even though she was smart, wise and strong, if it was ever called for, her fate was inevitable.
He wasn't even fazed and began, in a calm reassuring tone. "We, the Blood Downers Network, strive to know all there is to know about possible downers."
"I give blood once a month, thank you anyway." She said, forcing a fake smile as she began to close the door.
Putting his large hand in the doorway, the man mumbled. "Wait."
She should have known then. Should have shoved the door into his face and cracked of the tall mans fingers. Even if she didn't rely on her feeling before it should have been strong enough to bet on at the exact moment he insisted when she said yes. But, Mom only had a few seconds to think. I've had years.
"What?" She snapped, a little annoyed.
"It's not you we're asking for blood. It's your daughter, Pan, I believe."
"There is no daughter in this house named Pan."
Suddenly three large boys, two identical and one obviously came pounding down the stairs, followed by a little girl with black hair.
"Mom we got the candles." Watch yelled over the noise, as he jumped the last three steps.
"And I've got the matches." One of the twins, Knife said.
"And I've got the holders. Black or red?" The other twin, Fork questioned.
Frazzled she quickly muttered, "Thank you boys. Red would be nice."
"Is that Pan?" The man whispered from behind her, sending cold shivers up her spine.
Spinning around, Mrs. Son growled. "I said, there is no Pan here."
"Mom, I got the boys." The little girl yelled.
"Good job, Kim. Please, run along now." She said in a forced cheery voice that was stinging with her nervousness and growing anxiety.
"But Mom, I'm Pan."
If there were such a thing as going back at time I think I would knock myself out. But I couldn't have known. The feeling that was stinging me again at that very moment wasn't enough. I just couldn't realize what was about to happen.
"So there is a Pan." The man chimed, with just a little too much happiness in his voice.
Turning around red faced, Mrs. Son apologized. "I'm sorry. Who did you say you were? With the Blood Donators Network, huh? Would you like to come in?"
Beckoning him in with her left hand she moved out of the way so walk in.
"Please, let's go talk in the living room."
I was in the other room. I did not get up. I just stood there like my Mother told me, without disobeying her orders. She did not tell me to sit down. She did not tell me I could leave. So when I heard the scream I did not come running. I stood there, crying. I couldn't do anything. I was helpless.
My brothers ran from the room, but they could not do much. What are three boys against a man, especially if that man is not an ordinary man?
Knife probably cried the loudest, which means he was probably the last to die. I hardly heard him though. My crying was overwhelming my head. I was only six at the time. I couldn't possibly understand. So I just stood their, crying.
The glass easily broke as a woman came crashing through the window. She was completely covered in a long sleeved black shirt and tight black pants with a black hair tie pulling her hair back.
"Get out of the way girl." She shouted at the weeping child.
She wasn't my mother. I wouldn't listen to her.
Flying into the room the practically white skinned man came flying in with him mouth opened wide and the long fangs, coated in dark fresh read blood, hanging out. He began to head for the girl, without even noticing the woman lying on the ground. Jumping up she caught his face in the candlelight as she plunged the long wooden stake into his heart.
"And Ector. Low-class scum like you!" She snarled and then spit, as he burst into billions of tiny black flakes of dust.
Spinning around the woman reached out to Pan and grabbed her hand. Spreading apart the five tiny red fingers, which were clenched into fists, she dropped the stake into the little girl's hand.
"I don't have much to say. This is a gift, a responsibility, and a privilege. I'm sorry it happened this way. I just couldn't make it here fast enough. But that man you saw there was no ordinary man. He was a race of darkness dwelling blood seekers called vampires. Now it is your chance to seek others like him and save the human race. Take this stake and seek them out. Kill them. Kill them all!" She said, her words each coated with years of loss, pride, pain and rejoicing.
Jumping back out the window the woman was gone, leaving Pan to stand there, tears still streaking down her face.
The door slammed as she dropped the stake to the ground and stood there, no longer crying, but almost crazy-eyed, starring into nothingness.
She did not leave me with a gift, but with a curse. It wasn't a privilege, but something I must do. She was right about one thing, though. It was a responsibility.
The woman killed the vampire that murdered my mother and three brothers, while I stood helpless. I would never have a chance to pay that vampire back for what he had done. He was already gone. But there's one thing I could do. The last words she told me, that rang through my head. I would kill them. I would kill them all.
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Author's note - Sort of depressing, huh? Well what did you think? Write me a review and tell me. Please? Anyone? PLEASE!
Summary - Sitting in class she is forced to listen to dribble on laws and things that have been proven true and how all of the mythological creatures are myths. Eleven years ago something big happened to Pan. Something big that now, age sixteen she is only beginning to face. If only all the "normal" people knew. If only they could understand the life of a slayer.
Title: Red and Black Candles
Prologue: The Beginning of Death, Misery and Sorrow
Eleven years ago. I was five at the time and stupid. Well, I was innocent. I didn't know anything. But those five years. Five years of not knowing, of being normal, had been wonderful. Almost like I was living inside a dollhouse. A place so easy, so comforting, so beautiful. A life where there were Mommies to kiss my booboos and Daddies to hug. A place that seems so distant now, like an old memory that's fallen down into a murky pool where I can't quite tell if the reflection is me or that someone I left behind. Eleven years ago, a day like any other, it all went to hell.
"Pan will you please let the curtains down? I don't want all of our neighbors to be watching us eat. I'm not saying they're nosy, but just. let the curtains down, honey."
Some impulse. It struck me in the side. Almost a stinging pain. I knew I shouldn't close those curtains, shouldn't shut us out from help. That little sting was telling me not to. I shouldn't have. It would have been wise. I'm sixteen. I know that now. I was only five then. Innocent. Otherwise, stupid. So I did close those curtains. I did what I was told.
"Yes, mommy." She yelled as she ran over to the heavy dark black sheets.
Pulling the string's knot undone she moved her face closer so she could feel the cool air shoot from the sheet as it sank down. Smiling, she ran over to the next and did the same thing. This time, however, she closed her eyes and imagined herself riding at full speed on a silvery unicorn. Her chest length hair flying back as her tiny fingers clenched tightly to the long golden white mane.
It was my last pleasant memory. For a few years I held onto it, sometimes focusing so hard on that wonderful memory that I'd be lost in it for hours. Those years I felt the worst, when I couldn't bring myself to remember the five years of my glorious life. I held onto that memory with the lingering reminisce of my soul.
"Pan did you pull down those curtains?"
"Yes, mommy." Pan responded, as she opened her eyes and ran around to flip all the light switches off.
"Good, now get the lights. We will be eating my candlelight tonight. Your father has good news."
"I did it!"
"Great, now go get your brother."
"Fork, Knife, or Watch?" She shouted, as her little legs carried her up the stairs.
Nock! Nock!
"Just pick one and then tell them to get some candles from the attack."
"K!"
Pounding up the stairs she disappeared from her mother's sight.
I wish I could say I still had that feeling. I wish it was still stinging my side and telling me to go back. I wish I had some sense to run back down those stairs and slam it in the front porch occupants face. But I didn't. I didn't have the feeling and even if I would have still felt that ping in my side I'm sure I would have followed my mother's orders anyway.
Preparing to open the door, Mrs. Son straightened her red dress, glanced at the hanging mirror to make sure that her hair was fine and then grabbed the knob.
"Hello, Mrs. Son. I am Dread William and I am hear on behalf of the Blood Downers Network." A tall man with pale skin and mused black hair said in an elegant, smooth, voice as he stepped into the dim light of the hallways, which Mrs. Son had flipped on moments before.
"How do you know my name?" She snapped.
Mother was always that way. Kind, but slight untrusting. She use to tell me that Daddy fell in love with her because of her intelligence and skeptic attitude. He knew she would never go for anyone just because they had good looks and material things. But even though she was smart, wise and strong, if it was ever called for, her fate was inevitable.
He wasn't even fazed and began, in a calm reassuring tone. "We, the Blood Downers Network, strive to know all there is to know about possible downers."
"I give blood once a month, thank you anyway." She said, forcing a fake smile as she began to close the door.
Putting his large hand in the doorway, the man mumbled. "Wait."
She should have known then. Should have shoved the door into his face and cracked of the tall mans fingers. Even if she didn't rely on her feeling before it should have been strong enough to bet on at the exact moment he insisted when she said yes. But, Mom only had a few seconds to think. I've had years.
"What?" She snapped, a little annoyed.
"It's not you we're asking for blood. It's your daughter, Pan, I believe."
"There is no daughter in this house named Pan."
Suddenly three large boys, two identical and one obviously came pounding down the stairs, followed by a little girl with black hair.
"Mom we got the candles." Watch yelled over the noise, as he jumped the last three steps.
"And I've got the matches." One of the twins, Knife said.
"And I've got the holders. Black or red?" The other twin, Fork questioned.
Frazzled she quickly muttered, "Thank you boys. Red would be nice."
"Is that Pan?" The man whispered from behind her, sending cold shivers up her spine.
Spinning around, Mrs. Son growled. "I said, there is no Pan here."
"Mom, I got the boys." The little girl yelled.
"Good job, Kim. Please, run along now." She said in a forced cheery voice that was stinging with her nervousness and growing anxiety.
"But Mom, I'm Pan."
If there were such a thing as going back at time I think I would knock myself out. But I couldn't have known. The feeling that was stinging me again at that very moment wasn't enough. I just couldn't realize what was about to happen.
"So there is a Pan." The man chimed, with just a little too much happiness in his voice.
Turning around red faced, Mrs. Son apologized. "I'm sorry. Who did you say you were? With the Blood Donators Network, huh? Would you like to come in?"
Beckoning him in with her left hand she moved out of the way so walk in.
"Please, let's go talk in the living room."
I was in the other room. I did not get up. I just stood there like my Mother told me, without disobeying her orders. She did not tell me to sit down. She did not tell me I could leave. So when I heard the scream I did not come running. I stood there, crying. I couldn't do anything. I was helpless.
My brothers ran from the room, but they could not do much. What are three boys against a man, especially if that man is not an ordinary man?
Knife probably cried the loudest, which means he was probably the last to die. I hardly heard him though. My crying was overwhelming my head. I was only six at the time. I couldn't possibly understand. So I just stood their, crying.
The glass easily broke as a woman came crashing through the window. She was completely covered in a long sleeved black shirt and tight black pants with a black hair tie pulling her hair back.
"Get out of the way girl." She shouted at the weeping child.
She wasn't my mother. I wouldn't listen to her.
Flying into the room the practically white skinned man came flying in with him mouth opened wide and the long fangs, coated in dark fresh read blood, hanging out. He began to head for the girl, without even noticing the woman lying on the ground. Jumping up she caught his face in the candlelight as she plunged the long wooden stake into his heart.
"And Ector. Low-class scum like you!" She snarled and then spit, as he burst into billions of tiny black flakes of dust.
Spinning around the woman reached out to Pan and grabbed her hand. Spreading apart the five tiny red fingers, which were clenched into fists, she dropped the stake into the little girl's hand.
"I don't have much to say. This is a gift, a responsibility, and a privilege. I'm sorry it happened this way. I just couldn't make it here fast enough. But that man you saw there was no ordinary man. He was a race of darkness dwelling blood seekers called vampires. Now it is your chance to seek others like him and save the human race. Take this stake and seek them out. Kill them. Kill them all!" She said, her words each coated with years of loss, pride, pain and rejoicing.
Jumping back out the window the woman was gone, leaving Pan to stand there, tears still streaking down her face.
The door slammed as she dropped the stake to the ground and stood there, no longer crying, but almost crazy-eyed, starring into nothingness.
She did not leave me with a gift, but with a curse. It wasn't a privilege, but something I must do. She was right about one thing, though. It was a responsibility.
The woman killed the vampire that murdered my mother and three brothers, while I stood helpless. I would never have a chance to pay that vampire back for what he had done. He was already gone. But there's one thing I could do. The last words she told me, that rang through my head. I would kill them. I would kill them all.
^,^
Author's note - Sort of depressing, huh? Well what did you think? Write me a review and tell me. Please? Anyone? PLEASE!
