IrishWoodDweller's note: This is a note to all: This is a story about a young girl in her golden teen years yanked into the world of vampires. This is what happened:
'In your life, you seem to have it all you seem to have control but deep within your soul your losing it, you never took the time to think your to blame, you think that your insane, well just spare me, I know the breakdown, everything is gonna shake now someday, I know the breakdown tell me again am I awake now baby, you can find the reason that no one else is living this way...'
The young girl was up on the stage with her rock band 'jamming'. She was not what you call a Goth. whatever you would qualify as a Goth. She just simply hated her life. Her mother was dead. Father abused her and of course, she never said anything about that.
'Wait people, I must get home it is already 10:00'. She spoke up while stopping the head banging music.
'Well, okay, but remember that we have practice next Monday'. The drummer said.
'Yeah, I'll be there'. Then packing up her things she said good bye, she might of took more pleasure and time to say good bye to her only friends if she knew it was to be her last time to ever see, speak or hear them.
SHE WAS WALKING CROSS THE TOWN PARK when it happened. A rustle in the trees;
'Who's there'? She swept around. Her blue, purple, eyes glassy and clear of feelings.
Nothing. Then she called out he same thing again.
'Are you dead'? A voice called, not a young voice, no; it was a cold female voice, with a sense of history to her voice.
'What? Dead? Who are you'? The young girl rang out.
'Hn...I figured that. You are lost, emotionless, and lifeless. Is that not the same as death? You lose all that is you. Until you are only a dull corpse is a coffin'.
The girl was lost, emotionless, and lifeless, but what was it to this... voice?
It seemed like hours that the silence went. But it was only seconds.
'What's your point? What do you want'? The girl said.
'What if I could give it back to you...all of it, your life, your feelings and your freedom. Would you come with me'?
The voice was confusing the girl. So when she did not answer, something held her, tight. Then when she lest expected it, the figure breathed on her ever so slowly. Then the girl only saw black.
