Stranger's P.O.V.

Christine Winters walked past the burning flames of the Blacke Town Hall. She

sighed. Why did she have to do all the simple stuff? As the

middle-child, she guessed it must've had something to do with that maturity

thing her big sister was always on about. But atleast Rachel trusted and relied

on Christine now, and treated her more like a teenager.

Chirstine paused at the main entrance to the Town Hall and watched

emotionlessly as fireman tried to control the flames and police officers try and

hold the family members of burning relatives back. Chirstine smiled cruelly.

First Blacke and Morganville. Then some more small areas. Then countries. Then

the world.

The flames danced in Christine's almond-brown eyes as she moved the flames

from one house to the next without anyone realising it was her burning down

Blacke.

Anna P.O.V.

When my uncle struck me, it did not hurt. Because Amelie's body was taking the pain, not mine. I mocked Amelie's soul (yes, vampires do have those) for not being as strong as she thought she had been. Pathetic, ignorant creatures, these things that call themselves vampires. They don't even know the meaning to the word. A vampire takes what it wants, when it wants it. So do humans. So, do tell me idear Aunt Amelie/i, and uncle dearest, what happens when a humans desire to create an ultimate killing machine, mixes human and vampire bat DNA?

The answer? Well, you'll just have to wait and see

A piece of mind from Naomi.

I should probably get this off my chest, shouldn't I? Oh, where should I begin?

Should I begin with the story? I think I should. It seems vital for you to know the story of how these demon girls came about. Well, it all started...

..In a time that you seem to know as the Dark Ages. As you probably know, I have a hateful passion for my sister's lover; Oliver. Our story takes place in France, when the Black Death was on the verge of beginning. Oliver and his "girlfriend" (yes suprisingly that horrid brute had one), were as happy as the town drunk and his moonshine. BUT (this is where it gets good), Oliver's lovely young adversary wanted a child.

" My, darling," Said Oliver. " We cannot. I have told you before of why, I am an enemy soldier to most of this village. Just by being around you, your mortality is in peril." Then kissed her. But still, Olivers darling wanted a child.

Knowing that she could not bear one herself, even with Oliver's...love. So she came to me, Naomi, believe it or not.

" Oh, Naomi you must help me!" She cried, (like tears and everything, it was gross. Why do humans cry so much? No good ever comes from it).

" With what?" I replied.

" My darling Oliver and I cannot have children, Naomi!" She sobbed. " Please help me!"

With her head in her hands and shaking with tears, I felt what you humans call "pity" (yea, I Naomi, felt pity for a human).

" I d-don't see that I can," I told her (with a stammer).

" Everyone in this village thinks you are a devil woman!" (Note: This is probably because a town drunk saw me drain someone and that I prefer the love of women to men... I think it's more of the second thing, it usually is).

" Is that a compliment?" I asked, nervously. Again, another first.

" Oh Naomi, Naomi!" She flung herself at my feet. " Help me please!"

I must admit I didn't know what to do, besides I hated Oliver. So I sent the poor girl into the forest and said that when she found a Foxglove plant that she should eat three flowers, spin around three times and wait until dawn to come home and Oliver would've changed his mind. She rushed off quickly and I ran to tell Oliver that his precious little girlfriend had run away because he didn't respect her wishes. It's safe to say that, my plan didn't go too well and that a lot of shit hit the fan (as you humans would say).

You're probably thinking, " Well, what's this gotta do with this 'Darkness' coming?" and all but, I'm getting to that. You've probably realised that, Oliver's sweetheart didn't die like she was supposed to. She came back at dawn after Oliver had been a mumbling, drunk mess the night before. They embraced. They kissed. It was all so...Yucky.

My only guess is this girl that Oliver was mad for, had went out and somehow, maybe, got posessed by a demon. Or became a Satanist (probably option two seen as I saw her wrists).

Either way, three days later these two girls appeared out of nowhere. Oliver was hardly there so, his lover took them under her wing. The oldest was nine and her younger sister was one and had just started walking. The names given to them were Belladonna (oldest) and Rosemary (youngest). Oliver had treated them like daughters, too. Obviously I was told to stay away from them.

It was too bad really. That when a rumour went around that Oliver's lover was a witch and had to be burned at the stake (that wasn't me by the way, I'm not that evil) and the children were taken away and left in the woods. Oliver was away at the time, and didn't know. People told him that they had either died or run away. Poor toad was dumbsturck and left the village, luckily.

This is where it gets interesting, the two children (the ones the villagers left for the wolves) massacred five families. Five! People got frightend and started leaving goats etc, for them. There was even a curfew. Anyone out after dark was either dinner for a demon or a snack for a vampire.

These lovely young girls were savage. They were demons that, not suprisingly, were created from Oliver's gilfriend's blood (Satanist) and a piece of cloth that belonged to Oliver, and had a terrible grudge against the villagers for killing their mother-slash-Satanist-slash-creator.

So, as you can see, now that the times have change and there are more people with bigger families, so it's harder to find food. But, like most orphans; they only wanted to find their family. And they've found it.

I just don't think they'll be going anytime soon.