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Part One: Roses are Red, Seduction is You

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Chapter One: Her Skin is Soft, His Eyes are Blue

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Fear. A desire to escape danger. To believe with regret. A simple definition, that's all it is. However, a definition can never put into words what one experiences from it. Maybe terror could be a synonym and then maybe it would be more explanatory? However, terror gives the implied feeling of panic, which gives a sense of desperation. Fear is livable, yet terror is not. Terror is what we feel before the inevitable. Fear does not control us. Terror does. Fear subsides after some time and then we are comfortable with our lives again. Terror will always stay with us, and will make us relive the moment of it when we least expect it. Such as when a girl had a near death experience, she may remember it again when she performs an action that may have been related to the incident which so caused the feeling of terror, thus putting her through the agonizing moments of which she wished to forget, but is incapable of doing so. So, maybe fear can't be described more accurately. Could fear be a synonym for vampires, though?

Vampires, while indeed inspiring fear in some did not in one amethyst eyed, raven-haired beauty. She admired the legends spun around them and believed they existed, of course not believing in self made vampires of modern day, but of the actual, powerful masters as told in the ancient lore. Living with the night, demanding seduction at their fingertips, dazzling fangs, and the command of who knew what: fog, wind, earth? They were fascinating creatures and she believed they existed. She wanted to know the dizzying power they held. She wanted to experience, that complete overtaking of her senses. Yes, she wanted to be seduced by a vampire, fangs dragging along her, the hypnotic pull of their voice, just like trying to eat a delicate piece of candy, the wonderful feeling of one feeding on her blood, supposedly better then sex. It was one of the few fantasies she allowed, always amazed at the promising horror and seduction that was held with them. And that was why she thought they could be real. She knew that deep down in her heart they were real. She just did.

Her best friends, who fought ghosts everyday, one of whom was actually half ghost, didn't believe her. They thought that it was nothing more then the books they were in: legends. One laughed at her, the other merely shrugged his shoulders and would continue to battle violent spirits in order to protect the innocents that he gave his life for and she would be left to stand there, fuming.

They were friends, so in the end, it didn't matter. In the end, they would happily be eating pizza, ice cream, or pigging out on some other junk food. She preferred things that way. Fight, make up, have fun, fight ghosts, hide from parents, awkward moments: the circle of life. They were but a threesome of bumbling teenagers, sixteen year olds with life on their minds. With life on their minds, they did everything together: skating, hanging at the mall, ghost fighting, another round of Halo 2 or Dance Dance Revolution, eating (something that was always at hand), listening to music, and just sitting around and talking.

They were great friends, and everything seemed perfect…well, that's how it seemed. It always seemed that way. They thought that nothing could come between them. No human would make him or her tear them apart; no ghost could break their bond of friendship, even if it so resulted in the death of a member. They promised that they would stay strong and that neither of these elements, not even distance, would crumble the friendship. Nothing, they felt, would break them. Their bond was so strong, especially between two of them, a strange psychic link that none could explain, but it was okay. It only helped to strengthen their friendship all the more. They figured that it would all be okay, that they would be together forever. Forever…

Of course, they never thought that a vampire would take interest in one of them.

Of course, they never thought that a vampire wanted one of them.

They never thought of such a thing.

It just didn't seem likely. It never did.

They should have.

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She was bound to a chair. She was blindfolded and gagged. The dirty cloth in her mouth had taken the moisture away from her tongue hours ago, the fact that she hadn't had anything to drink for an extremely long time didn't help, and the cold sweat that had bathed her before was now nothing, dried.

It had been a total of two days since she had been taken away; at least she thought it was two days since she was gone. She wasn't sure long how she had been asleep, so in actuality, it could be even longer. The last thing she remembered was taking a walk along the shore by herself before going back to the bonfire party, just an innocent breath of fresh air, something to help clear her head before she would cloud it with booze and cocaine. She had remembered that she heard a whisper of something, and when she had turned around, all she had seen was a hypnotic green. Now, she was who knew where, her hands behind her back, ankles tied to the legs of the chair. She couldn't see anything, couldn't say anything, could only listen and try not to hurl from the smell of rotting flesh, something that was starting to fade after becoming accustomed to.

Why she was where she was, she didn't know. She didn't even know if she was close to where the bonfire party had been, but she at least knew she was close to the beach, the sound of the ocean her only comfort, the night air prickling at her skin.

And then, suddenly, she heard the creak of floorboards, not done by her own doing.

Someone was here. However, that someone didn't seem possible, for it seemed nothing more then the wind; and yet, she felt it, knew that there was something that had a mind. The something was conniving, a predator, making her skin crawl.

There it was, the feel that it could be nothing more then the wind, yet it was more then the wind. It was to her right and she turned her head suddenly, as if maybe she could catch what was sneaking around in the room. And of course she couldn't what had caused it, but now she felt fearful. Her breath came ragged and she felt the impending sense of doom come to her.

Without warning, the blindfold was torn off of her face, the gag ripped from her mouth. The sudden change in environment stung her eyes, even though it was night, but as soon as she adjusted, her head turned every which way, trying to find whoever took the blindfold off. She still knew that it was in the room, still waiting, still wanting…still hungry. The sense of doom came to her and then she felt something brush against the side of her face.

She gasped and whimpered. She broke out into a cold sweat again. The desperation to escape was now overwhelming and she tried to break free from her bondage, completely useless, and she fell to the floor. It jarred her senses and she knew that her arm would have a large bruise in a little bit, but that was the least of her worries. With all her strength, she began to make her way to the doorway and it took a lot of effort, but she did it and was close.

At least, she was close until someone wearing large, black boots stopped her, one of the boots hitting the floor, not even in inch in front of her face. Her eyes widened, her body began to shake. She let her gaze travel along the length of him: black boots up the length of the leather pants, the silk shirt, and to the face that was shrouded in darkness. All she could see from it was the glint of whiteness. What was that? Fangs? No, that was impossible; a remnant from being childish, but there was also a slight glow in the place of eyes, slightly green. It made her want to wonder if her being childish might not be that, maybe something more.

"Wh-who are you?" she asked. Her voice was timid, cracking from the lack of water for more then two days. Her lips were dry and sore, a horrible need for moisture. She needed a bath something terrible. She was scared. "What are you?"

He lifted her high, grabbing her throat. And then she was indeed choking. No air came to her. There was nothing but a small-pitched sound from her as she tried to struggle against the predator that held her. To no avail, she slapped at his powerful arm, but her own strength began to fade from her, her vision blackening dangerously so…and then he let go. She hit the floor heavily and with no grace, gasping for her much needed air. The predator walked in front of her, boots making no sound whatsoever, and she stilled, more terrified then ever.

Oh yes, the terror coursed through her now, for she finally knew what was happening to her.

Death waits for no one.

A clawed hand softly stroked the side of her face and she whimpered. A few tears fell onto the floorboards, a stark contrast to the dry, sandy tone it had, but before anymore fell, the clawed hand caught her tears and after there was a small pool of them, he lifted his clawed hand to his face and drank her tears. Her breathing became sporadic at that and then she let out a whine when his lips brushed against her throat. She tried to squirm, but his hand hit the side of her head and kept her pinned to the floor. The pressure on her skull was enormous and she felt like it was going to split open.

"Very beautiful, but not what I'm looking for. Sorry, the most you'll do for me is a light snack."

The voice was in her head, deep and sensual. It calmed her, strange for the fact of what was actually said, made her feel good, as if it was silk gliding across her. Her posture relaxed and he stopped crushing her head into the wood. The glint of fangs could be seen, from far away, a tall, lean figure with flowing hair was bent over the young woman. A sickening crunch of bone, a cry of pain was heard. And then there was a soft, low moan of pleasure from her, as if her neck partly crushed was the most wondrous sexual experience in the world. Her hands dragged across the floor, trying to find a hold on something, but then the tension in her body eased as her life began to fade, her hands only pawing slightly at the floor. She stopped struggling and with a gurgled sigh, the last of her breath was expelled, and with a strangely fluid motion, his head came up, and then everything of him softly settled into place. He stood up with the same grace that had been used when his head came up, and then he stood there for a moment, the moonlight falling through the cracks of the windows that there were available, falling onto him, no sign of detail, only a silhouette.

One moment he could be seen and the next…he was gone…

He left her body there, lying in the old, abandoned cabin a mile from the beach. There she would be found, days later, decayed, her throat slightly crushed, but still the marks could be plainly seen. Her eyes would not hold horror, as if what she had gazed at was utterly disgusting, completely unbearable. She would appear peaceful, serene, as if she had died in her sleep, or something equally enlightening, and that would confuse the police, the detectives, and they would be left to stand there, scratching their heads, idiots like usual, and that was the reason why he left her body behind, did not dispose of it. He had no fingerprints, no DNA, nothing that could lead to him, and there was no reason to worry when no evidence against you was left behind.

She was a college student that had visited the sandy shores for a couple weeks of relaxation. She had come with friends, but they were too drunken, too high, probably in the back of the car or on a secluded part of the beach with some guy they had known for who knew how long, certainly not long enough for getting knocked up. They probably wouldn't remember her until it was too late, and valuable time would be lost, and then she would be forgotten, just another unsolved murder, put away, only to be taken out for a quick looking over every couple of years.

And so she was left in the shabby beach house, left lying with her own blood pooling slightly around her, staining her hair, her skin.

The crimson glittered in the moonlight, softly rolling through the grain of the wood flooring, as if some morbid picture where being painted, a masterpiece of the human body.

And there, in the moonlight, her pale flesh was striking, marred by the mark of her throat.

There in the moonlight was nothing but the stillness of death.

There in the moonlight was nothing but sin…

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On the summer day of June, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, and Danny Fenton were on their way to the beach. Sixteen, all three had their licenses, and only two had cars, fortunate children. Today, they felt to taking Danny's instead of Sam's, his a reliable blue Honda. The windows were rolled down and with the new sound system installed by Tucker just the day before, they were happily appreciating the power the speakers could produce, probably completely destroying any chance of hearing that they'd have at sixty. That didn't matter to them, for they had a whole week, one week, to themselves. Their parents, all three sets, were trusting. Their parents felt that since they had kept their grades strong (Sam A's, Tucker C's and B's, and Danny a proud mixture of B's and A's) and met their curfew a strong fraction of the time (they could only expect so much from teenagers), they deserved to have some fun without any stupidity at home: ghosts, a sister of Danny's named Jazz, and any girls that might be after Danny since he had grown to be a whopping 6' 2" with an amazing body. Yes, they definitely deserved some fun in the sun.

During their Sophmore year, they had been through some hell every now and then: Paulina after Danny again because he knew so much about her favorite ghost boy, some girls after Danny since he seemed to become model worthy material after puberty, Skulker kicking Danny's ass once or twice, a few ghosts who had been more then enough trouble, Jazz trying to be one of the team (again and in a different but equally annoying way), and plenty of awkward moments to go around (however, those awkward moments seemed to involve Danny and Sam in compromising positions that had actually been innocent. Damn Tucker!). Compared to what there had been before, the school year was nothing. Now, they were having fun, relaxing before another year at school.

Over another hill and the glittering white sand came into their view. An ocean with glassy waves was just calling their names. People were here and there, but it wasn't crowded. The temperature was perfect and right for tanning. Sam grinned and removed her long, thin black shirt, letting it trail to the back seat and hitting Tucker in the face. He let out a girlish scream and flung the article of clothing off of him, as if it contained some horrible disease that would be at his body in seconds. Danny and her chuckled, and she grabbed the sunscreen, squirting the coco smelling substance into her hands. She proceeded to rub it on her body.

In the eighth grade, she had hated the sun, avoiding it like most Goths would, but during Freshman year she found that sitting in the sun got the attention of boys, especially if she was wearing the black string tie bikini that she had on right now. And in finding that boys paid attention to her, she found out with some sort of sick fascination that Danny would become very, very jealous. The first time it had happened, he got her an ice cream, to be "a good friend", an excuse to approach her, and then he had never left her side and had made it seem to everyone as if he was her boyfriend. Oh yes, Sam loved the sun now.

She began to rub the sunscreen into her curving legs. Danny's eyes wandered at how she manipulated her own skin to gleam. Her eyes caught his and he forgot that he was the one driving the car. It swerved dangerously to the side of the road, to a ditch that was steep enough to cause damage if the moving bullet went in.

"Dude!" Tucker's head came between them, jerking the two gazers back into reality. Sam began to concentrate on covering her body with grease again and Danny immediately corrected his error, and the force of doing so pushing everyone over to the driver's side. Tucker fell into the side of Danny's seat and then back because of the sudden, painful sensation to his skull. Sam was thrown so that she fell into the middle, thankful that the shifter was by the wheel instead of being to where she was thrown. Danny slowed the car, taking deep breaths as he steadied himself and the moving bullet. Tucker's head was back between them, nagging, and instilling a sense of annoyance within them. "Okay, Danny? The next time you start checking out Sam rubbing herself up, do it when you're not going at sixty-five. I like living."

Even after becoming more mature then in the eighth grade, Danny and Sam still found themselves becoming flustered at the mention of any flirting or dating between them, as if the thought of any intimacy would result in the end of the world. Tucker knew just how to bring out the worst fury from the two, him most always the brunt of it. That was the price of him being their friend and still not knowing any better, even after all these years.

Danny's eyes became a ghostly, glowing green. If one stared hard enough at him, they might have been able to see the trail of blue mist leak out of Danny's mouth and make its way over and into Tucker's body. Tucker's eyes became dull, a black void filling his sight. Danny smirked and almost immediately Tucker began to bang his head into the window he previously rolled up, over and over again. Sam raised an eyebrow and then went back to rubbing herself up, yet there was an amused grin on her face. And then, after "Tucker" beating himself up, Danny's eyes lost their ghostly green glow and Tucker returned to normal, holding his aching skull, and probably regretting making fun of the two.

Of course, it was a new level of Danny's overshadowing skill. Instead of having to become intangible and go into the body that was to be controlled, he could stay in a physical form, still in control of himself, unlike astral projection which resulted in his physical body losing consciousness and having his spirit wander to far away places in a matter of seconds. No, this was a very effective form of overshadowing, a puppet able to be manipulated as long as it was within the range of a hundred feet or so. The only problem was that he couldn't make them talk, could only have them perform actions of sorts, which was always more then enough to exact his revenge of Dash. If he wanted to control their vocal chords as well, he would have to revert to his old form of overshadowing and that involved disappearing for a couple of moments, something quite risky in public. Yes, this was good enough when he wanted the pleasure of watching and laughing from afar.

Tucker would receive no more ghostly beatings for the day because the beach was upon them, and lucky for him Danny and Sam were going to be occupied, the parking lot more crowded then thought, but luckily enough there was a spot closer to the front. The Honda fit perfectly in place, was put in park, and shut off, the jingle of keys made when pulled out. The three friends got out, stretching after the two and a half hour drive and even though they had a luxurious beach house, courtesy of the Mansons, they wanted to have some fun before having to unload and unpack the full trunk. Right now, they wanted to bask in the sun and enjoy the salty goodness the ocean had to offer. Right now, there were so many things to enjoy.

Danny pulled off his t-shirt, to be clothed in nothing more then his swim trunks. His body glistened under the sun, all those hours of working out finally paying off for him, and Sam had to hide the blush, amazed at the tone of his body. He grinned, and then turned to the other two, his arms held out wide, an invitation to the possibilities at hand. "My friends, I give you the start of a beautiful week!"

No more prompting was needed. They took off for the sparkling waters, the golden sand, and the tangy smell of the salty sea air at a dead run, an unofficial race. Laughing, full of energy, they ran on. Danny grabbed Sam and in an amazing display of agility and strength, threw her up onto his back so that he was holding her deliciously curvaceous legs, her body fitting perfectly with his, and she snuggled into his bare backside. They left Tucker behind, and Danny ran, still so full of energy. And then they reached the hot sand and he navigated around people, causing chaos wherever he went, still careful to not have Sam hit anything, but neither of them really cared about other people's discomfort. After all, it was the one week that they'd have to themselves with no interruptions: no ghosts, no fighting, no annoying calls from annoying parents. It was just the three of them, three sixteen year olds, so much fun on their minds.

The waves came crashing in, salty goodness. Danny went in first, Sam still with him, the wholeness of the ocean at their fingertips, and their fingertips were soaked, as well as the rest of them. He let go of her as soon as he hit the waves and then she faced him. Under the water, the brief moment of holding a breath, locked in a world that was wonderful silence, and then they jumped high and were above the water, the held breath expelled. The sun was high in the sky, casting its brilliant radiance onto the waves, onto Danny and Sam.

So happy, Danny grabbed Sam around the waist, swinging her around in a full circle. His large hands easily held her small form, and he relished at the opportunity to hold her body in such an intimate matter, her skin powdery soft. She didn't seem to mind, but in fact enjoyed it, and her laughter was like music to his ears, and he then knew that it would be the perfect time to tell her, maybe finally confess what he felt for her. The vacation was just what he needed. There would be so many opportunities: during the day, at a bonfire party, maybe at night while taking a walk along the beautiful shore. That was what made Danny excited, excited that maybe, just maybe, he would get the girl of his dreams and then he could finally be happy.

Sam smiled, gave an actual, honest smile. And Danny…he looked at the smiling Sam and knew that it was indeed the start of a beautiful week.

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Author's Notes: I hope that's enough to get you interested. Trust me, I'm going to have fun with this one and that means fun for you, so I hope you all stay along for the ride. As usual, questions send a PM, comments, criticism, and praise shall be sent in the form of a review, which I would greatly appreciate and reply to those that do so. Seriously, I've got to know if this is worth keeping. I hope you enjoyed the beginning, because it only gets more sensual, bloodier, and a hell of a lot more cliffhanging from here on out. Ooo! I'm so excited cracks knuckles that I'm starting up on chapter two ASAP. Ciao.

-Sealeena