I was doing research on werewolves and vampires. Most of the results I got for them were stuff about movies about them. I was planning on making Cornelia a vampire from the start, the problem was I didn't know what to do with everyone else. Why couldn't they be W.I.T.C.H.E.S. or something so I wouldn't have to decide which group got the extra person... W.I.T.C.H.E.S. is still has an odd number of people. It's probably going to be the vampires who get the extra person since they Mark... but then again I have that other vampire kid from the woods...

Oh and I changed my mind. This chapter takes place the next day on a Sunday.

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Chronicles of Life and Death

By: Lord-Squirrel

Chapter Two: Damien

"I wonder why Irma didn't come to the night club? She promised she would and she's not one to break her promises." a curious ex-air guardian named Hay-Lin asked. She, Will, Taranee and Cornelia were on the way to visit her since she wasn't answering her phone. They were about to enter the woods when Cornelia, who was in front of them, stopped and grasped her head in pain. The plants and trees were sending fuzzy images of last night's events.

A girl about Cornelia's age was running from something big, brown and furry... that was running on its hind legs. The girl stopped and leaned against a tree, panting heavily. Cornelia finally got a chance to get a clear view of her face. Big blue, no turquoise eyes, tanned complexion, honey brown hair... it was Irma! A voice... it was a boy about their age with a very raspy voice say, "I'm a vampire, and I'm very thirsty." The big furry thing lunged at Irma, claws dripping with blood and a bloodthirsty look in its eyes. It clawed Irma's back and bit her. Then it picked her up carried her off somewhere.

Cornelia's eyes fluttered open only to see a very worried Hay-Lin looming inches away from her face. "Guys she's awake!" she yelled to an unknown source. Will and Taranee run out of the woods looking very worried. "What happened Cornelia?" Will asked. "We were about to go through the woods when you gasped and fell over in pain." Will said. "Yeah so we went in the woods so we could find out what was happening to you."

Cornelia gasped and sat up, sending Hay-Lin flying back with a shriek. "The plants... they were talking to me. Irma... she's hurt." Cornelia said. "WHAT!" Will, Taranee and Hay-Lin said at the same time. 'God do they practice that or something?' Cornelia thought, holding back a smirk. "Me, Taranee and Hay-Lin will go to Irma's house. Cornelia you look in the woods. Do you know where she is?" Will said, her leader instincts coming back with vengeance.

Cornelia shook her head and she and the others split up. Cornelia ventured deep into the woods. "If you're looking for your friend she's not here." said the same raspy voice Cornelia heard in her vision. She hadn't gotten a clear sight of him, now she has. Black hair that was really messy, piercing red eyes and really pale skin. He was wearing a black shirt with a red skull and crossbones on it. Under it was red long sleeved shirt and he was wearing baggy black pants.

"Who are you?" Cornelia said. The only thing she knew about him was that he was a vampire. "My name is Damien Cornelia." he replied. Cornelia gasped, how did he know her name. "Oh I heard you talking to your friends on the edge of the forest. We vampires have very acute senses." he said. "Oh and the werewolf carried her back home. She's a werewolf now. The other werewolf's name is Mark." he finished.

Cornelia ran faster than she ever has, probably since she was in her element. Cornelia looked behind her, Damien was nowhere in sight. She turned around and found her face-to-face with Damien. She gasped and braced herself for the worst. Damien bit her neck and sucked out some a lot her blood leaving her very dizzy. Damien looked back at her and winked then he transformed into a bat and flew of deeper into the woods. Cornelia used her last bit up strength to drag herself to Irma's doorstep before she fell unconscious.

Back with the others

Will, Taranee and Hay-Lin arrived at Irma's doorstep panting heavily. The woods were the shortest way to her house, taking the streets took a lot longer because it was a very busy neighborhood. When they got their breath back they rang the door bell. Mrs. Lair answered the door. "Is Irma home?" Hay-Lin asked in her sweetest voice.

"She's sleeping right now. I'll let you visit her but she's grounded." Mrs. Lair replied, moving aside so they could come in.

'That's why she didn't come last night.' Taranee thought. Mrs. Lair led them up the stairs. "It's okay Mrs. Lair we know the way to Irma's room." Hay-Lin said. "No I'm making sure you guys don't try to help her escape." Mrs. Lair replied, the same twinkle in her eyes that Irma always had showing for a second.

The girls laughed. "Actually I'm worried about her. I just cooked bacon and Irma hasn't come down yet." Hay-Lin gasped. They had always slept over at each others houses so she knew from experience that Irma was a heavy sleeper but if the smell of food came through the door she would be awake instantly. Mrs. Lair laughed "That was my reaction too."

Mrs. Lair knocked on the door "Irma are you awake?" she called. No response. She knocked again "Irma?" Still no response. She opened the door and everyone gasped. Cornelia was right, Irma was hurt!

The bed and blankets were stained a dark red with her blood. Taranee's eyes went instinctively to the window. It was opened. The back of Irma's shirt was ripped in three big diagonal slashes and a lot of blood was running from her shoulder. Will turned Irma so that they could see her face.

What was really scary was that Irma's eyes were wide with fright yet she was grinning like a person in a mental asylum might have. Taranee walked up to her and grabbed her wrist. "There's a pulse but it's very faint. Someone call 911!" she yelled. No one had heard her, they were looming over Mrs. Lair. She had fainted.

Taranee sighed and grabbed the phone and dialed 911. "Hello I need to talk to the paramedics. Yes it's an emergency you dumb-!" another voice came on the phone "What's the emergency." came a man's voice. "My friend's unconscious and she has lost a lot of blood and her mom fainted." Taranee replied. She than gave him the address. A few minutes later the man's voice came back "Miss we're here but there's another girl passed out on the doorstep. Long blonde hair and blue eyes and she's lost a lot of blood.

Taranee gasped "Cornelia!" No one replied but Taranee heard the man's voice yell "We're going to need another ambulance now!" "Taranee I think Mrs. Lair is waking up!" Hay-Lin yelled over her shoulder. The girls heard sirens and footsteps. "Where are they?" a man entered the room. Apparently they had forgotten to close the door.

Two men picked Irma up and put her on a stretcher and carried her into the ambulance with Cornelia. They drove away to the Heatherfield hospital. "Where's Irma?" Mrs. Lair said her voice groggy. "The hospital." Taranee replied who was currently trying to close the window. Mrs. Lair stood up, unsteady on her feet "Then what are we doing here then when we should be following the ambulance." she said, the twinkle returning to her eyes. The girls cheered and followed her to the garage.

In the hospital a few hours later

The girls and Mrs. Lair were sitting in the waiting room for the doctor to say that it was okay for them to enter. "Mrs. Lair its okay for you to visit your daughter now." a nurse called. She than led her to Irma and Cornelia's room. Both of them were still unconscious. Will sighed and turned on the TV to the news.

"In other news two girls were attacked in the same neighborhood." the newsman said. "We have Chuck at the scene of the crime." The camera switched to a young man who was standing at the Lair's doorstep with Mr. Lair who was still in his police uniform. Mr. Lair began to talk "I was at the station talking to my boss about a new night club that had just opened up. Apparently they were letting teens drink alcohol underage. Then I got a call telling me that my daughter and her friend was attacked so I rushed here." he said.

"What's that?" it was a younger police in training Mark Brown. He was pointing to a trail of blood that went from the doorstep all the way to the woods in the park. "Looks like we found a clue." Chuck said. They followed it into the woods. It stopped somewhere in the middle of the woods.

When they exited they were approached by two other police officers. "Sir we've analyzed the blood and it belongs to Cornelia Hale." Mark approached Mr. Lair "Sir I think there's more evidence inside. Think about it. The girl was found outside on the doorstep of one of her friend's doorstep." he said.

"Good point Mark. Come on let's go." Mr. Lair replied beckoning to the door. He opened it and stepped in, closely followed by Chuck and the camera man. They then entered Irma's room. "Holy shit look!" Mr. Lair exclaimed. The bed was covered in blood. The camera goes back to the newsman. "And there you have it. Fifteen year old Irma Lair was brutally attacked in her own room and her friend Cornelia Hale in the woods in the same area. That park will be closed until that person was caught. The two girls are currently recovering in the Heatherfield hospital and are in critical condition. That is all."

Will turned of the TV and went back to the cot the nurse had set up. There was a groan. "Irma you're awake!" Hay-Lin said rushing up to hug her best friend. "Yeah where my clothes let's go home." Irma said. There was a knock at the door.

It opened and the doctor Dr.Norm entered. "Oh Irma I see you're awake. How's your friend Cornelia?" he said. Irma shrugged "I feel fine I don't even know why I'm here." she replied. "You've made a fast recovery Irma. Let's hope that your friend does the same." the doctor said while he checked Cornelia's pulse. "Cornelia's parents should be arriving soon. They've just heard the news." Mrs. Lair said.

"That's great but can I have my clothes now. I'm going to take a walk my legs just fell asleep." Irma said. Mrs. Lair sighed and tossed her a bag. Irma walked to the bathroom with no difficulty at all and closed the door. A few minutes later she came out in the clothes Mrs. Lair gave her. "Doctor how is it possible that she recovered so fast? She was in critical condition a few hours ago." Taranee said. The doctor shrugged "She has the blood of a police officer. She's a fighter."

"I just hope that Cornelia is." Will said grimly.

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There that was the longest chapter I've ever written. When I was doing my research on werewolves and vampires I found a lot of different stuff from different sources. Like Irma's fast recovery. I read something like, werewolves recover quickly, or something like that. All the girls will be bitten within about the sixth chapter. Yeah Mark Brown is really Mark-the-werewolf with a fake last name. He's going to make a return in the next chapter.

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Damien (No last name)

Fifteen years old

Messy black hair and red eyes

Likes to wear a black shirt with a red long sleeved shirt under it and baggy black pants

Very mysterious and straight to the point. Also has a way of making a person lose their temper.

He was born a vampire because his parents were vampires. He had an older brother who was just one year older than him. He never got to see his older brother because he disappeared. After that his parents did too so he was put under the care of his uncle who was a werewolf. The urge to kill each other was strong so one night his uncle bit him in his sleep nearly killing himand making him some sort of vampire/werewolf hybrid or a werepire.