When Irma cuts herself with the stakeand says, "Awww! What was the point of doing that?" it was a reference to Family Guy. The episode where Peter puts his hand in a jar filled with barbed wire and salt to get fifteen cents and says "Awww! Who puts these things together?" or something like that.

Also one website said that blood doesn't run through a vampire's body and another says it does and they can bleed so let's just say that Mark thought that Irma would've attacked him instead of cut herself. Well I wrote this chapter soslowly because I was being a lazy bastard at the moment.

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Chronicles of Life and Death By: Lord Squirrel

After the funeral Hay-Lin doubled back to the woods to get the abandonded stuff. Her friends offered to help but she declined. When she arrived in the woods she found Damien sitting near the makeshift fireplace they had made. He turned to face her and waved.

Hay-Lin ran up to meet him. "I'm sorry about your friend Irma. I hope she rests in peace." he said. Hay-Lin smiled and took a seat near him.He pulled out a pouch of Kool-Aid out of his pocket.

"Want some Koo-Aid." he asked. Hay-Lin nodded and he pulled out two bottles of water and turned his back to her and began to pour some of the powder in. When he knew that she wasn't looking he pulled out a razor blade from out of his pocket and made a cut on his wrist.

The blood dripped in and turned the water a darker shade of red then then it already was. He licked the wound slowly, savoring the coppery taste of his own blood and the cut slowly healed as his tounge left his skin. He turned around and handed Hay-Lin the bottle with his blood and he drank the clean one.

Yuck! He wanted to spit it out but then it might've made Hay-Lin suspicious. The only thing he drank other than blood was water, the Kool-Aid was too sweet for his liking but he forced it down anyway. Hay-Lin seemed to like it, she drained the wholebottle.

"Mmm what's in this?" she chirped. Damien smiled. "Oh just a special ingrediant.One teaspoon of blood." he announced casually. Hay-Lin's eyes widened and she tried to cough itup but it was too late. His bloodhad already started to enter her body.

At first she just felt a tingly feeling but as it got closer to herchest it started to burn. When it went through her chest she amost collasped. Damien watched with a sick smile on his face. Hay-Lin tried to stand up but the blood was entering her legs. She instead fell over and slammed into the makeshift fireplace andlost consciousness.

Damien laughed and turned Hay-Lin over. He pulled out the razor blade again and made a cut on her shoulder. He drank the bloodthat cameout of it. When he had enough he licked the cut,healing it slowly. He then walked deeper into the woods until she was out of sight.

One hour later

Hay-Lin groaned and sat up shakily. Her head felt like someone was pounding a sledgehammer on it. Kind of like how Irma descried a hangover. "Why was I sleeping on the ground?" she wondered aloud. She picked herself up and began to brush off the dirt on her clothes.

She picked up her backpack and then Irma's and then setted off for home.

Somewhere else

Irma concentrated on herself as a werewolf and the moon was at its fullest. She could feel fur growing, her spine growing longer, and paws- "We're here!" Mark announced. Irma lost her concentration and jumped a foot in the air swearing loudly.

Jenny began to giggle and then she started to guffaw. Irma was stuck in mid-transformation. Her head was already almost one of a werewolf but the rest of her body wasn't. There was fur growing in patches all over her body, her hands and feet were starting to grow into paws and she was at a height of about five foot nine.

Irma growled at her and she stopped, though she still kept giggling. She handed Irma her clothes. The ones she were wearing was designed to grow with the wearer as they tranformed and to act as armor. As humans the clothes were thin and loose so it could fit over their clothes.

Irma went down to the bathroom. As soon as she left she heard Jenny start laughing again. She scowled and bumped into Maddy. At first she looked mad but then she started to laugh. Irma growled at her but it didn't work, instead she started to laugh harder and roll on the floor.

She went in the bathroom before Mark could see her. She could still hear both Jenny and Maddy laughing. She turned human and put her clothes over the other ones. Mark stopped the trailer so they all hopped out of it except Mark who went to park the trailer.

They were standing outsidethe entrancetoa cave which they called 'the Conclave'. Maddy led them inside. It was dark and it smelt familiar like what the 'living quarters smelt like after a lot of transforming. That meant their were other werewolve down here.

"Damn it Jet! Do you have to do this every time we leave?" Maddy barked. 'Whose Jet?' Irma thought. Suddenly lights turned on and a voice responded "Yes."

This person whom Irma assumed was Jet walked foward. He was tall and lanky and had spiky silver hair that was spiked back a bit making it look like some unknown foce was pushing it back. He ran up to them quickly, probably how he got the name Jet.

"My name is Jet. What's your?" he said quickly.

"Irma." she replied. She shook his hand. Maddy and Jenny went outside to help Mark unload some stuff and Jet led Irma deeper into the cave.

They met more people as they got deeper in, but there wasn't a lot. "There aren't as many werewolves as vampires." Jet stated "But we make up for it with strengh. We have to stay down here to prepare. The war is starting I can sense the hostility" Jet said.

He continued "I have a couple of friends who are vampires. According to them the vampires have been making battle plans. Here in the Conclave there is a group of weres that want the war to happen. But theres another group that don't want it to happen. The Rebels."

He took a breath and continued. "My friends are also rebels, they don't want the war to happen. We've been meeting in secret areas where we discuss our plans. We've been trying to figure out how the orignal rebels did it. Innocent humans were forced to either join the war or die. They were captured and bitten, if they didn't survive then their bodies were dumped in the ocean.

The two races oringinally lived in a different world called Metamooror something. There were more vampires so they took over and ruled as tyrants. The werewolves decided they had enough and they fought back and they won and the two races formed a treaty that there would be no war as long as both sides behaved.

This is how the real war started. The werewolves were mad because they thought that since they beat the vampires they should be in charge. The vampires were mad because the werewolves revolted, they thought they were supposed to rule. It started as food being cut off, the werewolvesdestroyed all of the vampssources of blood and the vampires destroyed the weresbarns. Thenpeople from both sides were found dead, either brutallymutilated or had the blood drained out of them.

Then worst of all people, mostly children were captured and tortured. They tortured them until they were close to dead and then tossed them back into the village. Well after that the war started. The rebels,only God knows how, somehow stopped the war. If this Metamoor place even exists then we can might be able to stop the war. The two races on that planet have been in peace ever since, it's Earth we have to worry about." Jet said grimly.

At first Irma was shocked. Then when she heard the word Metamoor, well now they actually had a hope. "I know how we can get to Metamoor ." she declared. Jet stopped in his tracks, eyes bulging. "Well then tell me." he exclaimed.

"I have to go back to Heatherfield, we're I'm from. From there we can open rips in a veil that'll take us to Metamoor." Irma said. Jet scratched his head in confusion. "We can do it we just need a couple of monthes to prepare. Gas prices aren't exactly cheap so we'll have to walk from here to there."

Irma's eyes bugged out. Did he say walk! "Yeah Arizonia to California isn't too bad." Jet said casually. "Yeah you can train with me while we prepare. I'll teach you how to control your form and how to use these. He stroked a sword sheath that Irma had never really noticed. He had two swords strapped on his belt.

Irma gulped. This was not going to be an easy couple of monthes.Why couldn't she have stayed dead? Heaven was awesome. There weren't any prissy angels, instead it was a giant casino that you didn't have to be over twenty-one to gamble or drink in.

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Well that is how heaven should be to me. Since Hay-Lin wasn't bitten, she had drinken the blood of a vampire, she's only a half-vampire. She can go out in broad daylight, she doesn't have to drink any blood to survive and she's immune to holy water and crosses.

The thing is she only has half of the powers of a full-vampire. And she lives a fifth of the rate of a human but a full-vampire lives a tenth. That means she lives only one year for every five human years. Since Cornelia wasn't bitten she is a full however.