A/N- Ahhhh, finnaly, I've finished chapter 2. I think so, at least. well, here it is
Chapter 2- Dropping Hints
I was almost finished unpacking, and I was glad too. I had my CD player plugged in. But time
alone was time thinking. Soon, my mind drifted back in time to my past- unhappy times. Times when I was
beaten for such small things that I didn't even know what I did. When my money was what I stole. When
everything drove me away to hide. When I met my first vampire, my first love. As soon as I remembered
this, my mind was prone to throwing itself into a movie. Replaying the worst- or best- times in my life, I
have more worst times, so that's usually what I get.
My meeting the vampire, Hunter, was good and bad. Hunter was exactly who and what he was. He
lived for the hunt. That's how he met me, except I was different, I already had what is called Darke Blood.
What that means is that you are already a non-human or are decended from a non-human. My mother turns
out to be a mutt- a mixed Blood, she has Witch, Vampire and Shapeshifter blood in her. So Hunter couldn't
feed off me. He did something worse than killing me though, he made me a pure mutt- he took away my
human side. My mind replayed each agonizing detail.
Finally, Aunt Lucy came back in, breaking the spell. She carried the smell of rare steaks with her.
Mmmm... That wold be a wonderful dinner.
"Dinner's ready." She announced proudly. I sniffed the air again, taking in the intoxicating smell.
"Smells good." I replied, smiling. She gave me a puzzled look, obviously I shouldn't be able to
smell them from the basement. Oops. Lucy brushed it off though and lead me to the dining room. She sat
down at the heavyset wooden table and motioned for me to take the empty seat next to one of the Frog
Brothers... Allen, I think his name was. I gave a forced smile and sat down. Allen, looking at my outfit once
again, wasn't all that thrilled either. I was wearing a completley black outfit. It consisted of baggy pants that
had about 10 zippers on them, a tight black shirt with intentional slits in the fabric on the arms, stomach
and back, and large platform boots. He shrugged and looked at Sam, who nodded back at him and asked
me:
"Want any garlic bread?"
"Just a small piece, I like it, but cant have that much." I replied. Could he know about Vampires?
No, a Vampire, or any other Darke creature, would not reaveal itself and let the mortal live. Unless
somehow the creature was killed by the mortal. Sam passed the bread and I chose a small piece of garlic
bread. What is said about garlic and Vampires is not totally correct, however, like most myths there is some
fact. A Vampire's stomach is very sensitive. We have extremely enhanced senses, so we are more sensitive
to certain things- Especially food. Garlic is a very strong seasoning- thus has a very strong effect on out
stomachs, but a Vampire can build itself up from bland things to very seasoned things. I'v once seen a
Vampire eating Cajun food. He was over 200 years old, though.
I looked around the table and saw Sam jotting something down in a small notebook. I frowned, but
continued eating. Thankfully, the steak was not very seasoned- just a little pepper. I ate it and soaked up the
juices with the grlic bread that Sam had given me. Sam scribbled something else down in his little
notebook. I gave him an annoyed look and I drank the milk quickly, though. I never liked milk before and I didn't
like it any more now. I wasn't in the least bit tired, but I needed to get out of the house for a while, maybe feed a bit.
Take a run. I faked a yawn.
"You must be tired by now,hon. You should go to bed. Rest." She smiled, Thinking
herself proud to be of assistance.
I left to go to my room. Then snuck from the constricting walls of the cabin-like house
A/N- Well, how'd you like chapter 2? I know, It's short. And dont worry, I've had a few email mentioning something about Buffy.
I will assure you, I hate her too and absolutley will not include her in almost any way. I'd appereciate feedback on this chapter, then.
Chapter 2- Dropping Hints
I was almost finished unpacking, and I was glad too. I had my CD player plugged in. But time
alone was time thinking. Soon, my mind drifted back in time to my past- unhappy times. Times when I was
beaten for such small things that I didn't even know what I did. When my money was what I stole. When
everything drove me away to hide. When I met my first vampire, my first love. As soon as I remembered
this, my mind was prone to throwing itself into a movie. Replaying the worst- or best- times in my life, I
have more worst times, so that's usually what I get.
My meeting the vampire, Hunter, was good and bad. Hunter was exactly who and what he was. He
lived for the hunt. That's how he met me, except I was different, I already had what is called Darke Blood.
What that means is that you are already a non-human or are decended from a non-human. My mother turns
out to be a mutt- a mixed Blood, she has Witch, Vampire and Shapeshifter blood in her. So Hunter couldn't
feed off me. He did something worse than killing me though, he made me a pure mutt- he took away my
human side. My mind replayed each agonizing detail.
Finally, Aunt Lucy came back in, breaking the spell. She carried the smell of rare steaks with her.
Mmmm... That wold be a wonderful dinner.
"Dinner's ready." She announced proudly. I sniffed the air again, taking in the intoxicating smell.
"Smells good." I replied, smiling. She gave me a puzzled look, obviously I shouldn't be able to
smell them from the basement. Oops. Lucy brushed it off though and lead me to the dining room. She sat
down at the heavyset wooden table and motioned for me to take the empty seat next to one of the Frog
Brothers... Allen, I think his name was. I gave a forced smile and sat down. Allen, looking at my outfit once
again, wasn't all that thrilled either. I was wearing a completley black outfit. It consisted of baggy pants that
had about 10 zippers on them, a tight black shirt with intentional slits in the fabric on the arms, stomach
and back, and large platform boots. He shrugged and looked at Sam, who nodded back at him and asked
me:
"Want any garlic bread?"
"Just a small piece, I like it, but cant have that much." I replied. Could he know about Vampires?
No, a Vampire, or any other Darke creature, would not reaveal itself and let the mortal live. Unless
somehow the creature was killed by the mortal. Sam passed the bread and I chose a small piece of garlic
bread. What is said about garlic and Vampires is not totally correct, however, like most myths there is some
fact. A Vampire's stomach is very sensitive. We have extremely enhanced senses, so we are more sensitive
to certain things- Especially food. Garlic is a very strong seasoning- thus has a very strong effect on out
stomachs, but a Vampire can build itself up from bland things to very seasoned things. I'v once seen a
Vampire eating Cajun food. He was over 200 years old, though.
I looked around the table and saw Sam jotting something down in a small notebook. I frowned, but
continued eating. Thankfully, the steak was not very seasoned- just a little pepper. I ate it and soaked up the
juices with the grlic bread that Sam had given me. Sam scribbled something else down in his little
notebook. I gave him an annoyed look and I drank the milk quickly, though. I never liked milk before and I didn't
like it any more now. I wasn't in the least bit tired, but I needed to get out of the house for a while, maybe feed a bit.
Take a run. I faked a yawn.
"You must be tired by now,hon. You should go to bed. Rest." She smiled, Thinking
herself proud to be of assistance.
I left to go to my room. Then snuck from the constricting walls of the cabin-like house
A/N- Well, how'd you like chapter 2? I know, It's short. And dont worry, I've had a few email mentioning something about Buffy.
I will assure you, I hate her too and absolutley will not include her in almost any way. I'd appereciate feedback on this chapter, then.