REVAMP!!!! Aren't you proud? I was reading this over and was struck by how much better I could do. So I'm editing the whole story. New stuff is being added and old stuff is being fixed. Because you love me, and I love you. Plus I'm upping the rating because, this way, I'll have more room to work with.

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Propter vitam vivendi perdere causas.

To lose the reason for living, for the sake of staying alive.

There is a strict code for vampires. It's not really written, it's just known. Always wear black or red, never get noticed, and stay as far away from humans as possible, unless feeding. You are to be cruel and unforgiving, not to mention you must have a scolding wit. These rules have been accepted and followed for thousands of years.

But she was different. Nana, the name brings shivers down respectable vampires spines. She was ancient Hawaiian, one of the first women to learn hula. She was changed a thousand years ago by Jager, a respected Egyptian vampire, who was seduced by the gentle sway of her hips as she prayed to her gods. Even the most respectable vampires are often not ruled with their heads. It is widely believed that Jager knew that Nana would never be "normal" but changed her anyway. There was no such thing as love between vampires, but this was as close as it would get.

She wasn't meant for the night. No one, save Jager, knew her vampire name; she used her real name. She, horror beyond horrors, was going to college at Potsdam in New York. Her clothes were brightly colored and she was always smiling. Humans were her friends. She was constantly being seen by better vampires with them, roaming the streets and laughing, even eating human food. Nana was always forgiving and was witty only in human ways.

She brushed into Las Noches in New Mayhem. Wearing a bright blue and green short skirt and a white cap sleeve shirt. She clashed horribly with the red strobe lights swirling around. The humans were drawn to her, even though they could feel her dark aura of vampirism. The vampires in the room slink from her, abashed by her light clothes.

She looked like a vampire. She had a black halo of hair and dark orbs of space for eyes. Her skin wasn't the porcelain of most vampires, but the coffee and cream color of her people. But her personality was so human. She had morals and was dressed so brightly, like the sun.

There were few vampires in the club. But the ones that were there hated Nana with a passion. Fala sat cross-legged on a table with Jesikah and Gabriel flanking her, nearly blending together with their black clothes. They sat drinking from an unmarked bottle, with contempt shinning on their faces as they watched the beam of light glide easily from one human to another.

"I could just rip her undead heart from her chest with my bare hands!" Fala growled, crushing the glass in her hands.

"We all do, that SingleEarth excuse of a vampire," Gabriel rumbled over the pounding music.

Jesikah was the only one that seemed happy to see the Hawaiian. "I'm glad she's here. I've been wanting to do this for a long time," she smiled. "Hey, Nana, over here!"

Fala and Gabriel looked at her almost as they had looked at the sunny girl. "Trust me guys," Jesikah explained, "I'm just going to crush her soul and that horrible humanity." She smiled, almost casually. The other two seemed satisfied, but still suspicious.

Nana turned to them and smiled. Jesikah grinned and waved, beckoning her over. She waved gracefully towards them, swinging her hips lightly. "I can see why Jager changed her," Gabriel whispered to the girls. They smacked him lightly, which would be face numbing to a human.

"Hi y'all," Nana said happily to them. She took the bottle they were passing around and took a drink. Her cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Feeding well, I see?" Fala asked, venom spitting from her eyes but her voice expressionless, a trick she was quite proud to own. "Still going to death row for you prey?" It was common knowledge that Nana only killed the guilty.

"More of a pity killing, actually. He was perfectly innocent but I couldn't see him die like they were going to kill him," she shrugged it off calmly. "So, anything I can help you with?" She knew that they didn't like her one bit and would only talk to her when they wanted something. Sometimes, when they were in an especially vile mood, they would torment her to bring her human friends to Las Noches. But Nana, being the forgiving soul she was, always came back to listen to what they said when they called her.

"Actually, yes," Jesikah leaned forward. "How do you plan to stay alive?"

Nana looked from one face to another, confusion and ugly mistrust cluttering her pretty face. "I'm sorry, I don't think I understand," she said, her smile faltering.

"It's a tough world out there, Nana," Jesikah continued. "What do you plan to do when you need to kill to stay alive?"

Nana's smile returned and she sighed the question off. "That'll never happen to me. Human couldn't hurt me and I don't need to kill them to make them stop."

Gabriel started to catch on to what his female counterpart was up to. "But what if a vampire hunts you, or a witch, or a hunter? What then, my little sunbeam?" he asked, standing up and circling her. He draped one of his arms around her waist and the other on her shoulders, planting a tiny kiss on her neck. She tried to push him off but he held fast.

"Would you kill then?" Fala questioned, taking her place on Nana's right side.

"No," she said, stubborn in her morals. "You underestimate the temperament of vampires. You underestimate me." She continued to struggle under Gabriel's arms but he still held, whispering for her to be still.

Jesikah huffed in disgust. What was this one talking about? "No, no my dear spring. You overestimate our kind. We must kill to survive, and you need to learn that or you'll be killed yourself."

Nana's eyes were losing their life, losing her soul slowly to these creatures. But one hope remained; Jager. "Jager would save me. I've survived this long, haven't I?" she stated almost haphazardly. "Perhaps I am the future of our kind."

The other three cringed at the thought of them being like her. But they continued to relentlessly torture her and pollute her sunny exterior. "Jager isn't here now," Gabriel whispered in her ear. He brushed his teeth on her neck. The woman followed his lead, scraping their teeth on her tan neck, Fala especially hard. Fala had been Jager's lover before Nana had gone to Egypt with him.

She instantly reacted, jabbed her elbow first into Gabriel, than at Fala and Jesikah nearly at the exact moment. They all fell back, laughing at each other. Fala, the more reckless one, got up and began teasing the girl, testing her limit.

Nana snapped, already being stretched and strained to their games. She lounged at Fala, fangs bared. The other was expecting this and quickly moved out of the way. Nana fell fangs first into a human, killing him on impact. The smell of blood overpowered the four vampires. They fell upon the body and ravished it dry in a matter of seconds. The others stood when it was over, wiping their mouths of blood. Nana remained on the floor. She was stunned, holding the limp body of a man in her arms. She had killed.

Her three harassers laughed loudly. "We told you, Nana," Fala chanted in a singsong voice, disappearing as she finished.

"Our future my ass," Jesikah grumbled, following the first.

Gabriel remained behind for a minute, walking over to the poor helpless girl. His kill had been just as horrible to deal with and he knew her pain. "It's for your own good, my love," he said, barely above the sound of breathing, before slowly walking out. He turned at the door, staring through the small crowd at Nana, rocking and crying over this human she never had met before. 'Just a kid,' he thought before entering the sun.

The Hawaiian was left in the dark, surrounded by people, alone for eternity.