I just wanted to say this is somewhat a rewrite of my other story "Dead blood". I decided to rewrite it for two reasons, a, I hate how I wrote it before and b, I wanted to change it up a bit, do not hate me for trying, but tell me if you like this version better then the last... So shall we begin?

-Prologue-

Vampyres, demons, and guardians. These and many more make up the world unknown to humans until now, the first to be exposed were the vampyre, which evolved from the humans. All though there was two kinds in existence than many knew about, the red and blue. There were other whom were less though of. The death walkers. These were creatures unlike any other and barley fit under the title 'Vampyre' they were more demonic and beastly than the others, yet we're accepted. The story of how these creatures came to be is a long journey in and out of it's self, these creatures were not a creation of the past, but more one of the modern time, the story of creation of these creatures involves the other realms, the realms of darkness known as hell to the humans, light know as heaven, living the modern world, dead were souls went to be claimed or reincarnated, unknown the realm which no one dare enters except for its inhabitants which are unknown. Theses creatures are the result of what occurred, the so called prophecy, how a few so called ordinary teenagers changed the world, this is the story of the events which occurred if they managed to save the world or only give it a few more years to live on...

Chapter 1 - Beings (POV- Victoria)

Happiness, that word describes my entire life up until 7 nights ago. That dreaded phone call, the entire moment, that point life as I knew it changed...

"Victoria? Victoria? Are you okay?" my father questioned me snapping me out of my current thoughts.

"THE HELL I AM!"

"Victoria calm down, everything is going to be okay." he words were suppose to comfort me, yet they were filled with empty promises, my mother died last night in a car accident! How is everything suppose to be okay? And the worst part of it all is that the person who t-boned her was my best friend, Demi. The one person who I trusted the most, became a drunk driver, and only gets charges with 'driving impaired causing death' jail time 3 years. I would have been happy if she actually went to jail instead of having 'mommy and daddy' bail her out, man having rich parents must be just fucking great.

"Dad I just need some time to think... I'll be in moms garden if you need me..."

"Take all the time you need. School is ending in a couple of days so I really do not see the point in letting you go anyway."

"Thanks dad..." and with that I walked out to the small gazebo that dad and I built 3 years ago. It was quite small and had a small bench inside, but it's true beauty came form moms magnificent garden sours ding the gazebo as if it were and island. This was the one place mom and I could just sit and talk. To be honest, my mother was more like a close friend that you could tell anything to and they still wouldn't get mad or hurt, and yet she still had her more motherly times, like helping my get ready for my first dance with none other than Ethan, my one and only guy friend, and hopefully in the future... Boyfriend.

Ring! Ring! My cell phone snaps me out of my daze, what is it with people and interrupting my 'me time'. Reluctantly I let it ring through, I honestly didn't want it be anyone's besides mom, calling and saying in her sweet voice 'Hi sweetly, I am so sorry to worry you. The hospital finally let me out and I am as good as new. How about when I get him e we can go to that new fro-yo shop down the street and talk about what you have been up to lately. Also I got us tickets to the black eye peas, ya they are coming to town in August so I got you and I tickets and backstage passes, anyways I will see you when I get home, mom.' That was never going to happen though, she would never call me again, she would never leave the hospital, only to die in it 5 days after the crash, I miss you mom, I really do.

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After much needed time to myself, I pull myself off the bench and get back in the small grey house. My grandparents built this house with their own hands, I just wonder what was going on in their heads when they chose the colors for the outside, grey, white and bright red. When I was little I would always call our house the vampire house, the grey and white siding was 'the vampire' and the blood red roof was well... You get the point.

I walked slowly into the bright white kitchen only to find a note on the oven vent fan, 'Victoria. I am so sorry to leave you today, but work was calling. And I scheduled a doctors appointment for you at 2:45 with Doctor J. Straft. I love you sweetie and I will see you at ten. -Dad'. Great, I was alone. Unlike mom, dad never actually connected with me, I always thought of him as a stranger. He never knew me, and never tried but recently it is like he can never get enough of 'bonding time with his little girl" he smothered me beyond belief the first few days, that and the fact that I was in denial, it didn't really bother me, but realization kicked in and I hated daddy daughter time. I glanced down at my watch to check the time (the kitchen clock broke after I tried baking a cake for moms birthday a couple years back, and we never bothered to fix it). Crap, 2:20, I had to get to the doctors now!

I hopped in the old ford F1-50 ( dad loves trucks) and headed to the doctors but on the way I checked my voice mail, 3 new messages. 2 of which were from Demi, and 1 from Ethan. Automatically I delete the two from Demi, everyday she calls at least once and hopes she can apologize, but I will never forgive her. She betrayed the trust which I gave her, one of my closets friend, I will never forgive her. I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE HER FOR WHAT SHE DID, EVER! Yet I have not talked to Ethan much since the funeral two days back, he held me in a bear hug as I sobbed upon seeing her lifeless corpse. She looked so beautiful lying there, so peaceful. He bright red locks tossed freely around her pale face and her soft brown eyes hidden behind her eyelids. She wore barley any makeup, for her age she looked quite young, so she only had a bit of eyeshadow and pink lipstick on. Her white dress blended into the cream colored lining of the coffin. I did not cry because of the way she looked, no, I cried at the though of never being able to see her smile again, to feel her warm embrace, how she aided me in my darkest situations, yet Ethan stood by my side and comforted me, but right now I was ignoring him. I listened carefully, 'hey babe, um you have been kind of weird since Monday, I was wondering if you wanted to come over and maybe we could talk or play some Diablo 3? I just got it! And Mark is kind of moving today and I know how you really wanted to play that game, so call me back when you get this and we could set up a time, E'. Awe, even after everything he still was trying to play the role of the supportive best friend, despite the fact he has the biggest crush on Demi, he is still trying to connect to me, maybe after the doctors I'll call him back.

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"Isn't just fucking great?"

"Really? You want to have de- wait. Was that sarcasm?" Ethan asked stupidly.

"Noooo, I just wanted to sound pissed for the hell of it! Of course stupid! That was sarcasm."

"Oh..." Ethan couldn't have looked stupider. Of coarse I was upset, my doctor diagnosed me with sever clinically depression, well no shit, my mom just died, no wonder I am depressed, and now I am on some anti-depressants yet, there is no change in how I feel or act, stupid not working pills.

"Listen, I know that this time is hard for you, but let's try to get your mind off of it, okay?" no answer, "I'll take that as a yes, demon hunter Vivian."

"Vivian..." I whispered softly, "I like it."

"Well no duh, every single game we play, you always choose that name for your avatar, remember when we played COD? Or resident evil 5? God Victoria y-"

"Vivian, it's Vivian." I said with confidence, my old self died along with mom, now was time for the new me to start her life, Vivian. I don't know where I got the name from, all I know is that, I am her, this is the new me, Vivian Camasio.

"Oh..."

"Come on Mr. Big bad barbarian, let's go kill something." Ethan only nodded in response, oh this was going to be a fun night.

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I thought that after a month, Demi would give up, but no, she still calls me everyday, always apologizing, I have forgiven her, yet I feel as if things are still awkward between us. There is a part of me which wants to never forgive, to just keep that hatred, and then there is a part of me that just wants to let it go, either way, I still have not made up my mind.

Ring, ring. Ugh this must be her again. I look at the white galaxy phone touch screen, Dad. "Hello?" I as shyly, I still haven't told him about the pills that I am on, I say that the doctor told me that I had a stomach issue. Surprisingly he believe it, I guess when you do not eat for three days people will believe you when you say 'I have stomach issues'. I have been praying that he hasn't found out, I really do not need the questions and the 'I am here for you honey so let's talk this through' act. I have been talking to Ethan and Mark, they are pretty good listeners, so I do not need anyone else.

"Hi honey, how was your day?"

"Okay, Mark came over and we play some *Prop hunt, then he took me to go see Iron man 3."

"Mark, you meen the gay friend of yours?"

"Yes, the only guy you will allow me to have a late night get together with. Speaking of which, Can Mark sleep over tonight?" I heard the sound of his breath hitching. "Don't worry, Marks parents are having issues sand he is tired of getting caught in the middle of it, he just wanted to get away from that for one night, would that be okay?"

"Sure sweetie, but if anything else happens besides sleeping-"

"Dad I am sorry, but Mark is int guys, and I am not a guy so... You do not get to kill anyone."

"Good"

"Bye dad, love you"

"I love you too sweetie pie."

"Mark, he said it was fine! Mark?" I couldn't find him.

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Half an hour later I find mark in the attic bathroom huddled into a ball in the corner crying.

"Mark?"

"Ethan...he...he..." Mark sounded scared yet his voice was laced with a hint of sorrow and worry written all over his face.

"Mark? What happened?"

"Ethan... He... He had a..."

"He had a what?"

"A... A stroke"

"What?!"

"His mom called me while you were on the phone an explained to me what happen, she wanted me to tell you, she didn't want to call anyone else besides us."

"Oh My God! We have to get to the hospital now!"

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What do you guys think? Is it better than the first, I wanted to change a few things and make it more interesting, I will not continue Dead blood but this story will follow a similar path, but with more turns and twists, and a new character. Review, Follow and what ever else, thanks.

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