(A/N: Yes, I've written the next chapter! I also want to say a few things that I've learned that has aided me to become a better writer.
First- A story is almost like a movie. How? It is a picture of something. What most writers tend to do is write a story about conversations. Two people talking and little description. Is this a picture? No.
Second- If you are interested in getting many reviews, fix yourself up a well-written summary and creative title.
Third- Spell and grammar check your story before creating it.
Fourth- Don't write with baby words or dull description.
Fifth- If you don't get many reviews, keep writing your story. You must be strong willed. Have faith.
Well, that's all I really wanted to say. Why did I waste my time writing that? Because I know there are beginners, looking for guidance. So...you're welcome. Anywaiiz, on with the story!)
Written by me!
I am tired
I am cold
I am need'n someone to hold
I'm burnt
I'm bruised
I'm feelin' used
My blood
My ache
My heart pierced by a stake
I'm losing
I'm falling
Heaven's calling
Me.
"Quistis? Quistis wake up...."
Quistis groggily moaned and her eyes slowly fluttered open.
"Wha? Where are—!"
Rinoa stood over her, her hands pressed upon her knees.
"We are not in your apartment." She informed her.
The room was large.
The walls painted black.
The furniture was blanketed in plastic, including the chair Quistis sat in.
The windows open as it rained, the white curtains waving from the intense winds.
Such a dark room, not a light to be seen.
Quistis was so drowsy; when she tried to stand she collapsed into Rinoa's arms.
"Don't—it'll be fine. You're okay." She assured her.
This was not right. Quistis was getting upset. Where the hell was she? Why did Rinoa bring her here?? Why was she so tired???
"Rrrrinoa....wh-why I'm...so tir-rred?" Quistis slurred.
Rinoa kneaded Quistis's back, with no reply.
She knew something Quistis didn't. She was keeping more secrets.
"Rinoa! Why?! An—ser....." Quistis shouted weakly.
The door opened gradually, a sharp "creek" was heard.
"So...here she is..." a deep voice, a familiar voice entered the room.
Quistis, with all of her vigor, thrust Rinoa back, causing her to fall back and reveal...
"Remember me Quistis? I'm back. Renato's back."
'I'm late....they got to her.'
Seifer gazed up at the moon.
Tonight was a full moon and it would not be long before he changed.
Change...
He closed his eyes and howled to the moon.
'I will find her.'
"The WereWolves...they're evil Quistis." Rinoa tried to persuade her.
Nevertheless, Quistis was speechless.
For years she was totally oblivious to the fact that WereWolves and Vampires were around.
Renato paced from left to right, "You wonder why your friends never visited you? Because they were all killed by WereWolves. The night I attacked you, it was to make you a vampire, but it was not a full moon so I could not."
Rinoa nodded, "Our friends were torn to shreds and their flesh was chewed upon. Those disgusting animals should all be killed for what they did."
Quistis felt paralyzed.
This was all so abrupt and profound.
WereWolves murdered her friends?
"Almasy is one of them. You were a smart girl to have run away, he would've killed you." Renato said grimly.
Quistis trembled.
She thought of her friends being slaughtered by WereWolves. It was like hyenas quarreling over meat.
It made her want to puke.
"That's why I brought you here Quis. So you'd be safe."
Quistis felt her neck, the bite mark was still there, "So...am I Vampire now? Is that why I was so tired?"
Rinoa beamed and giggled, "No. We didn't convert you yet. I drugged you so you'd be calm, not as frantic as usual."
Quistis bobbed her head sluggishly up-down, still a bit fatigued.
Renato stepped closer towards her, "I'll be right back."
He left the room.
Renato strolled down the corridor, bumping into a hunch back servant.
"Renz, the Experiment is reacting ludicrously."
Renato smirked, "Don't worry, I have food for it."
The servant raised a brow, "We have food for it?"
Renato laughed wickedly, "It just arrived. Now, go get a drink for the Missus and when she finishes, I'll feed the beast."
The servant and Renato were back-to-back and took off.
Quistis listened to Rinoa babble on about being on the side of a Vampire.
"...It'd be the best for you." Rinoa concluded.
Renato returned, "The servant will be in with your drink soon."
Rinoa viewed Renato.
He was cooking up another plan; it was always that whenever he had a sly smirk on.
She could sense it.
The servant crept into the room with a wine glass.
Blood.
Dark, crimson liquid danced in the glass as he approached her.
"Care for a glass of blood?" he sent her a crooked smile, a rather ugly one too.
Quistis couldn't take her attention away from it, her sapphire colored eyes twinkled.
She snatched it from him and took a quick swig.
She licked her lips when she finished.
"....tastes good."
The servant acquired the empty glass.
Renato wrung his hand over Rinoa's shoulders, "Rinoa and I shall find a room for you to sleep in."
The two stride out of the room.
Perhaps the Vampires were the better side?
Quistis wasn't confident about them; nonetheless, she put some trust towards Vampires.
Rinoa glared at Renato.
"Renz, what the hell are you thinking? She's starting to believe us! Are you going to mess my plans up? She believed all of that bullshit!" she whispered loudly, infuriated.
Renato kissed her, "Shutup. We need not her. We can feed her to that monster like we did with her other friends."
Rinoa didn't answer and hesitated, however, not for long.
She grinned, "I guess you're right. Who gives a damn about her?"
The two passionately kissed.
And, once again, Quistis was being deceived.
It was as if she were the rope in Tug-Of-War.
What was to happen now?
Who was she to believe?
Who was to save her?
---I'm so tired...and my head hurts!!! . Well, I hope that answers most of your questions, the next chapter is supposed to be action packed so if you like that, stay tuned for more!!!