Disclaimer: And so this thing is still mine. Everything to the last drop is different, even the vampires.
A/N: Thanx to all who reviewed. I was thinking of taking this down, but people began to review. Email me at iceangel123@juno.com if you want an explanation of what happened in this chapter. I really have no idea what I'm doing here, so help in the reviews, or just encouragement, would help, and would convince me (once and for all) that although I know it's a bad idea to publish original stories on the web, this one belongs here.
Blooded NightBy Molten Saffire
Aeva. My name speaks of mountains and woodlands, of distant lands and distant forests.
I wish I could see them.
Unfortunately that's not in my power. Not anymore, not after…
Damn.
The thought of his name still makes me sick.
He keeps me here, trapped within the confines of this damned town. My name he's turned into something used to name the damned, the weak, reminding me in every little way that his species are superior to werewolves.
Damn those vampires.
Damn them all to the fires of hell.
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Aeva threw the computer at the full-length mirror behind her in anger.
'Well, there goes writing an autobiography,' she thought to herself wryly, contemplating what to do next.
She walked over to the window, able to see even in the utter darkness of the room.
Her hand reached to touch the soft velvet blackout curtains. She ran her hands down it as if giving it a caress, before curling her hand into a fist and yanking the curtain off the wall, flinging it onto the black hardwood floor.
Moonlight filtered through the window, and yet it couldn't touch the darkness in the black room beyond.
Stars lit the sky high above the town of Dhilsique, where Aeva was confined.
The town hardly looked like the confines of a dangerous werewolf. Substantially, in the moonlight the town was pleasing to the eye, the quiet little homes lined up on the street below. Of course, those that actually lived in the town knew better; not a single household in the area hasn't lost one member or another to Aeva's unquenchable thirst for blood.
She's been imprisoned in this wretched hell of a town for over 200 years. By now, everybody knew she was there, they just didn't know why. Only Aeva herself knew that terrible story. Well, her that thing that imprisoned her there. The only reason the town wasn't a ghost town by now was everybody's inability to leave. When she was trapped, her captures not only made sure she couldn't escape, but that no one in the town could escape. Afterwards even her captures were killed to avert other werewolves from hearing where she was. In the end, everyone who had any clue she wasn't dead was killed.
Everyone…but the damn vampire who put her there.
A/N: Please review. I'll try and make the next chapter longer.
