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Chapter one
The Journal: London, England June 20, 1818
I first met my dearest Serenity at a masquerade being held by my good
friend Sir Peter Randolph a couple of months ago. She was dressed as a
Sorceress with her long golden hair streaming in little ringlet curls
around her face and wearing an old fashion velvet dress of midnight
blue to match her eyes, it was embroidered in gold around the high
collar, front ties, long bell shaped sleeves, and cape. She was truly
enchanting, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, just a girl
really, barely seventeen. But then I didn't know what she was at the
time, how could I have known that she was really very much older then
she appeared. She was the daughter of a count from a small country
called Transylvania. . If I remember correctly, I think the name was
Count Dracula. Only I found out her father's infamous name a little
later, and a little too late. She had attended the ball with her
cousin Lady Mina Winthrop. A chatty girl dressed as a gypsy, with
blonde hair, blue eyes and a dress cut way to low to be proper. She
had come in place of her father who she said was prevented from coming
because of business. What business that was I did not find out till
much later.
We chatted for hours about the people that were in attendance at the
masquerade and places that we both had visited, it never occurred to
me that it was strange somebody whom as young as she was actually very
well traveled. We spoke of France, Italy, even the alleged affair of
Count Vistmount and the Duchess of Winchester. Her charming manner and
witty personality fascinated me to no end, and when it was time for
her to go I asked if I could call upon her the following day.
'My father would never allow it.' She'd said regretfully. It did not
make sense to me why her father would not want me to call upon her
after all I was a Duke, and a very rich Duke. Hundreds of other
mothers and fathers would be thrilled if I had called on their
daughters. It didn't make sense.
But then I didn't know that the reason her father wouldn't approve of
me was because I was mortal.
Darien paused in his reading. Looking back at the page to reread the
same paragraph over and over again to make sure he hadn't misread
anything. Shocked that not only did the book mention The Count
Dracula, father of all vampires and lord of darkness, but also the
word mortal, which was what the pure blooded vampires called humans.
'What did he mean by that?' he wondered silently. Mystified he turned
to the next page and continued reading.
The Journal
I didn't listen to her, I called in on her the day after the
masquerade, and her father was away. She told me it was dangerous, but
I did not care I was too wrapped up in her beauty to see the danger.
I know that is certainly the lamest excuse I personally have ever
heard, even when it has come out of my very own mouth, but I realize
now that I had been in love with her even then. Her kindness and
naivety was even more alluring than her beauty. It is amazing to me
how she could have seen all the things she'd seen and yet still
retained such innocent. But then it also amazes me that one so
innocent could also be so wise. Serenity had been to places and seen
things I'd only ever dreamed of or things I could only read in books.
She was amazing, like a goddess to me. And despite her countless
warnings, I pursued her. How could I do anything less? I was so
besotted with her; it nearly killed me to stay away when her father
returned from business. But he never stayed long, and again I would go
to her.
After many wonderful months of sneaking around, I asked her to marry
me, I said I couldn't live without her and offered to ask her fathers
permission when he returned, but she said no and broke down crying. I
was crushed; I thought she loved me as well. I still remember exactly
what she said, 'I do. I do love you Endy. But I can never marry you.
My father will never allow us to be together.' Tears streaming from
her eyes she curled her fists tightly in the material of my shirt and
held on to me with all her might. I suggested we elope to Gretna
Green, a Scottish town across the boarder, where we could be married
and come back in a year. There wouldn't be anything her father could
do to us then, but she only cried harder and denied that option,
saying her father would kill me. I had laughed her comment off, but
she only sobbed harder, and not knowing what else to do I kissed her.
Not our first kiss, but definitely our most passionate thus far. That
night would not be a night I would soon forget.
Remembering that night now I wouldn't change a thing about the
decisions I had made. I still would have chased my beloved and I still
would have shared that one special night with her. Well maybe there is
one thing I would change. I would change yesterday. If only I had
known her father was coming home. I would never have come for her that
night.
"Don't you have anything better to do than read that book?" He looked
up irritated at the owner of the voice. A beautiful girl about 5'7
with long black hair with purple highlight, she stood in front of his
desk in a red leather jacket unbuttoned to show off the form fitting
violet camisole underneath and a pair of black leather pants, her
hands were impatiently placed on her hips, and her violet eyes were
glaring down at him. "I've been standing here for the last five
minutes trying to catch your attention."
"What can I do for you Ray?" he asked ignoring her rant. "Another
zombie on the loose?" it was a statement meant to provoke more than an
actual question, she knew it and it made her glare even harder.
"When are you going to shut up about that? So I made one mistake, big
deal, get over it." As she raised her voice and yelled, throwing her
hands in the air and turning away. She took a seat in one of the
chairs in front of his desk and looked down at her nails, smiling she
said smugly. "Besides we have more important things to talk about.
I've got another job for you."
Somewhere else Year: 2009
The sun was rising again, why did the sun always have to rise? Why was
she left here to rot forever wondering how many sun rises and sun sets
would pass before she would finally die? She had long time ago lost
track of the years, how long has she been trapped in this living and
yet nonliving hell? One hundred, two hundred years, it felt so much
longer. The sun was streaming in now moving closer to where she
huddled against the wall.
'Maybe today will be the day it will finally end.' She thought as the
ray of sunshine moving still closer. She braced herself waiting for
the searing pain to start burning away the new flesh that had healed
over the burned the night before.
And as the sun rose on another beautiful morning in the Inca valley a
piercing scream sounded through out the valley, frightening sleeping
birds from their trees and startling all who lived there.
City: New York Year: 2009
"What do you mean by a job? And wipe that look off your face you know
it creeps me out." He said putting down the old book.
"Thanks Darien you always know just what to say to a girl to make her
feel special." Ray said with obvious sarcasm as she glared at the
ebony haired man in front of her.
"Yeah, well I do try. Now tell me more about this so call job." Darien
said adding his own bit of sarcasm. Ray shrugged.
"Well you see there is this gang of vamps hanging around the south
side of town, well last night they approached me with some
information. You see one of them was sired by an old vamp who worked
for Dracula before he was killed in 1827." Knowing of his fascination
with vampire lore and the legend of the mysterious vampire count she
smile smugly as Darien's head came up sharply and she finally had his
full attention. "Well he said his master told him this story about a
vampire princess who was locked away in a temple when her father found
out she'd fallen in love with a human." At this point Darien was
becoming aware of how familiar this story was beginning to sound, but
did not have a chance to finish the thought before Ray continued.
"Well you know how vamps are about power and now that most of the pure
bloods are gone the vamps are all scrambling for more and the quickest
way to gain power..."
"...is to drink the blood of a pure blood." Darien interrupted, with a
wave of his hand. Every one who knew the slightest thing about the
vampires knew that the young bloods, which now referred to themselves
as the vamps, were power hungry troublemakers. Twenty years ago no one
had even known vampires were real, but then a gang of these renegade
vamps started to make them selves known. They would kill some of the
top city officials; attack people out in the open, and basically do
anything they could to get noticed. When the pure bloods had come to
stop them, only then did they realize it was all a trap to draw them
out. More than a hundred vamps ambushed them and a destructive battle
ensued and anyone left who didn't know about the vamps became aware of
them. The vamps drank the blood of the pure bloods they had captured
and became stronger, only now it was like every vamp had drunk a pure
bloods blood and became as powerful as a pure blood, only they lacked
the control and rigid guidance Dracula's rule had taught them. The
pure bloods were out numbered and one by one they were hunted down and
destroyed, but that left the vamps with no ruler and so another war
broke out this time a civil war, between the vamp gangs. Their quest
for more power would be the only reason for them to want to look for
this Vampire princess.
"So this gang of vamps wants us to hunt down this temple and find the
princess so they can all drink her blood, killing her but making them
more powerful?" Darien asked already knowing the answer. "Not a
chance. That's just what we need more super powered vamps running
around killing each other and everyone who gets in the way of their
insane quest for power. What are you thinking Ray?" Darien stared at
her as he got up from behind his desk. "No." he said shaking his head.
"Its best if we just leave things the way they are."
"Their willing to pay us one hundred thousand dollars cash." Ray said
smugly as she heard Darien swear. "Half now and half after we deliver
the princess."
"And if there is no princess or she's already dead then what?" he
asked as he began to pace the room.
"We still get to keep the fifty grand." Ray smiled as she watched him
closely. "Think about it Darien. Fifty grand is a lot of money."
Darien just glared at her as he ran his fingers threw his hair.
"Well how are we supposed to find this princess?" He asked still
glaring at Ray.
"Well you see..." Ray paused as she tried to look innocent, but still
not able to hide the sparkle of triumph in her eyes. "...Nobody knows.
Supposedly there was a map. But it was lost after Dracula was killed.
That's why these vamps want to hire us in order to find the temple she
was locked away in."
"Well then how are we supposed to find it?" He asked angrily. Ray just
smiled her best smile at him.
"Well I thought between your contacts, Amy's brains for finding
things, and my information gathering skills, I'd say we have a good
chance in finding the temple." she said sweetly, fluttering her
eyelashes at Darien.
"You really think..." he asked skeptically. "Amy is going to help you
find a missing vampire princess so you can hand her over to those
misfits to be killed. Not going to happen. And I will not let you put
that on her conscience." He said scowling as he walked back over to
his desk and sat back in his chair.
"You have to ask her Darien. Besides I only said they want to kill her
not that they can, or that will let them." At Darien's puzzled look
she explained. "This vampire princess is supposed to be the blood
daughter of Dracula himself. You know what that means don't you?" she
asked just to draw out the suspense more than the need of an answer.
"Yeah I know what it means." He said dryly. "It means she was born a
vampire, which means both her parents were born vampires, and since
Dracula was the first being over twelve hundred years old at his death
this princess is probably as strong as or stronger than her father."
He stated in a monotonous voice.
"Right. So maybe she's to strong to be defeated but these lower levels
stalking around the city, she may even be able to get rid of a few of
the more troublesome vamps." Ray tried to reason. "And beside it could
be considered a rescue mission since it was said that Dracula was so
mad at the girl he sentenced her to 'a living hell'." She recited the
lines dramatically, but with a concerned expression on her face.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Darien asked rolling his eyes.
"Well what I got from the story was that after Dracula killed her
lover he sent her to this mysterious temple, as punishment, there she
would be tortured everyday and then healed every night only to suffer
again the following day." Once again with a concerned expression
sharpening her features, she pressed her lips firmly in a straight
line, and her eyes darkening to almost purple, but she continued on in
the same tone of voice not taking notice of the changes in her eyes
and face as she spoke steadily. Darien looked at her rather
suspiciously at the changes, as she continues her argument. "It does
not say how, but there was some nonsense about her never eating or
seeing another soul in till Dracula sent for her, which he was
supposed to do ten years later. But he was killed and the only
vampires who knew her location where killed by Dracula himself, so no
one would be able to capture her and use her against him." Ray
shrugged. "Sounds like he thought this through carefully and covered
all of the bases, except the whole eating thing, I mean wouldn't she
die. And the fact that he was killed one year before her sentence was
up leaving nobody to free her." Darien shook his head.
"No." Darien disagreed. "Keeping her location a secret would make
sense. A pure blooded vampire is capable of going without nourishment
for years if they have to, but without it for so long they would go
insane. Who knows what secrets she could have told in her insanity? He
wouldn't want anyone to know where she was." He shook his head
considering his thought. "If he died in 1827 that would mean she was
locked away in 1818." He was directing his question at Ray but already
knew the answer. "So that would mean if she was still alive, doubt
full though it maybe, she's had no nourishment and been tortured
everyday for almost two hundred years." Feeling frustrated he got up
and started pacing again his mind working a hundred times a minute.
"This is unbelievable Ray. If and I mean if she is still alive there's
no way she is still sane, she'd probably kill us the second we free
her and then there would be a psychotic super powered vamp loose on
the streets. This is not a good idea." He stated.
"But Darien think about her feelings for a moment." At his snickered
response she shook her head and stood up to look him in the eye. "No
really Darien, think about it for a minute. If she is still alive she
is still being put through these torture sessions everyday. We need to
save her." Ray pleaded. Darien looked shocked. He has never heard her
speak like this before, she even sounded as if she really was worried
and concerned for the vampire princess, like she needed to save the
girl.
"Why Ray you almost sound like you have a heart." He said placing his
hand over his heart mockingly. Ray just shrugged.
"It could happen." She said nonchalantly, but the worry was still in
her eyes. "Come on Darien its fifty grand and she may not even be
alive. Well take extra precautions." She pleaded as she saw him
beginning to give in.
"Oh alright. I'll ask Amy tonight." He said throwing up his hands as
Ray cheered. Some where else
As the sun went down her body still burned from the heat of the day's
sun. She was alive and already her body was heeling it's self but the
hunger and need to feed took hold of her senses. She looked around the
ground around her, the floor is scattered with the carcasses of the
dead animals that had wondered into her reach. But nothing had
wandered in for years. She has to find a way to feed and soon, she is
growing weaker as this torture continues.
Well that's chapter one, what did you think was it better or worse? I have also tried my best to adjust the things that have been suggested. - Should have warned you my English was terrible. Where I'm from everyone talks funny and things I hear run into the things I type. So thanks Chen for fixing everything so it's legible.
Bye Angel
Chapter one
The Journal: London, England June 20, 1818
I first met my dearest Serenity at a masquerade being held by my good
friend Sir Peter Randolph a couple of months ago. She was dressed as a
Sorceress with her long golden hair streaming in little ringlet curls
around her face and wearing an old fashion velvet dress of midnight
blue to match her eyes, it was embroidered in gold around the high
collar, front ties, long bell shaped sleeves, and cape. She was truly
enchanting, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, just a girl
really, barely seventeen. But then I didn't know what she was at the
time, how could I have known that she was really very much older then
she appeared. She was the daughter of a count from a small country
called Transylvania. . If I remember correctly, I think the name was
Count Dracula. Only I found out her father's infamous name a little
later, and a little too late. She had attended the ball with her
cousin Lady Mina Winthrop. A chatty girl dressed as a gypsy, with
blonde hair, blue eyes and a dress cut way to low to be proper. She
had come in place of her father who she said was prevented from coming
because of business. What business that was I did not find out till
much later.
We chatted for hours about the people that were in attendance at the
masquerade and places that we both had visited, it never occurred to
me that it was strange somebody whom as young as she was actually very
well traveled. We spoke of France, Italy, even the alleged affair of
Count Vistmount and the Duchess of Winchester. Her charming manner and
witty personality fascinated me to no end, and when it was time for
her to go I asked if I could call upon her the following day.
'My father would never allow it.' She'd said regretfully. It did not
make sense to me why her father would not want me to call upon her
after all I was a Duke, and a very rich Duke. Hundreds of other
mothers and fathers would be thrilled if I had called on their
daughters. It didn't make sense.
But then I didn't know that the reason her father wouldn't approve of
me was because I was mortal.
Darien paused in his reading. Looking back at the page to reread the
same paragraph over and over again to make sure he hadn't misread
anything. Shocked that not only did the book mention The Count
Dracula, father of all vampires and lord of darkness, but also the
word mortal, which was what the pure blooded vampires called humans.
'What did he mean by that?' he wondered silently. Mystified he turned
to the next page and continued reading.
The Journal
I didn't listen to her, I called in on her the day after the
masquerade, and her father was away. She told me it was dangerous, but
I did not care I was too wrapped up in her beauty to see the danger.
I know that is certainly the lamest excuse I personally have ever
heard, even when it has come out of my very own mouth, but I realize
now that I had been in love with her even then. Her kindness and
naivety was even more alluring than her beauty. It is amazing to me
how she could have seen all the things she'd seen and yet still
retained such innocent. But then it also amazes me that one so
innocent could also be so wise. Serenity had been to places and seen
things I'd only ever dreamed of or things I could only read in books.
She was amazing, like a goddess to me. And despite her countless
warnings, I pursued her. How could I do anything less? I was so
besotted with her; it nearly killed me to stay away when her father
returned from business. But he never stayed long, and again I would go
to her.
After many wonderful months of sneaking around, I asked her to marry
me, I said I couldn't live without her and offered to ask her fathers
permission when he returned, but she said no and broke down crying. I
was crushed; I thought she loved me as well. I still remember exactly
what she said, 'I do. I do love you Endy. But I can never marry you.
My father will never allow us to be together.' Tears streaming from
her eyes she curled her fists tightly in the material of my shirt and
held on to me with all her might. I suggested we elope to Gretna
Green, a Scottish town across the boarder, where we could be married
and come back in a year. There wouldn't be anything her father could
do to us then, but she only cried harder and denied that option,
saying her father would kill me. I had laughed her comment off, but
she only sobbed harder, and not knowing what else to do I kissed her.
Not our first kiss, but definitely our most passionate thus far. That
night would not be a night I would soon forget.
Remembering that night now I wouldn't change a thing about the
decisions I had made. I still would have chased my beloved and I still
would have shared that one special night with her. Well maybe there is
one thing I would change. I would change yesterday. If only I had
known her father was coming home. I would never have come for her that
night.
"Don't you have anything better to do than read that book?" He looked
up irritated at the owner of the voice. A beautiful girl about 5'7
with long black hair with purple highlight, she stood in front of his
desk in a red leather jacket unbuttoned to show off the form fitting
violet camisole underneath and a pair of black leather pants, her
hands were impatiently placed on her hips, and her violet eyes were
glaring down at him. "I've been standing here for the last five
minutes trying to catch your attention."
"What can I do for you Ray?" he asked ignoring her rant. "Another
zombie on the loose?" it was a statement meant to provoke more than an
actual question, she knew it and it made her glare even harder.
"When are you going to shut up about that? So I made one mistake, big
deal, get over it." As she raised her voice and yelled, throwing her
hands in the air and turning away. She took a seat in one of the
chairs in front of his desk and looked down at her nails, smiling she
said smugly. "Besides we have more important things to talk about.
I've got another job for you."
Somewhere else Year: 2009
The sun was rising again, why did the sun always have to rise? Why was
she left here to rot forever wondering how many sun rises and sun sets
would pass before she would finally die? She had long time ago lost
track of the years, how long has she been trapped in this living and
yet nonliving hell? One hundred, two hundred years, it felt so much
longer. The sun was streaming in now moving closer to where she
huddled against the wall.
'Maybe today will be the day it will finally end.' She thought as the
ray of sunshine moving still closer. She braced herself waiting for
the searing pain to start burning away the new flesh that had healed
over the burned the night before.
And as the sun rose on another beautiful morning in the Inca valley a
piercing scream sounded through out the valley, frightening sleeping
birds from their trees and startling all who lived there.
City: New York Year: 2009
"What do you mean by a job? And wipe that look off your face you know
it creeps me out." He said putting down the old book.
"Thanks Darien you always know just what to say to a girl to make her
feel special." Ray said with obvious sarcasm as she glared at the
ebony haired man in front of her.
"Yeah, well I do try. Now tell me more about this so call job." Darien
said adding his own bit of sarcasm. Ray shrugged.
"Well you see there is this gang of vamps hanging around the south
side of town, well last night they approached me with some
information. You see one of them was sired by an old vamp who worked
for Dracula before he was killed in 1827." Knowing of his fascination
with vampire lore and the legend of the mysterious vampire count she
smile smugly as Darien's head came up sharply and she finally had his
full attention. "Well he said his master told him this story about a
vampire princess who was locked away in a temple when her father found
out she'd fallen in love with a human." At this point Darien was
becoming aware of how familiar this story was beginning to sound, but
did not have a chance to finish the thought before Ray continued.
"Well you know how vamps are about power and now that most of the pure
bloods are gone the vamps are all scrambling for more and the quickest
way to gain power..."
"...is to drink the blood of a pure blood." Darien interrupted, with a
wave of his hand. Every one who knew the slightest thing about the
vampires knew that the young bloods, which now referred to themselves
as the vamps, were power hungry troublemakers. Twenty years ago no one
had even known vampires were real, but then a gang of these renegade
vamps started to make them selves known. They would kill some of the
top city officials; attack people out in the open, and basically do
anything they could to get noticed. When the pure bloods had come to
stop them, only then did they realize it was all a trap to draw them
out. More than a hundred vamps ambushed them and a destructive battle
ensued and anyone left who didn't know about the vamps became aware of
them. The vamps drank the blood of the pure bloods they had captured
and became stronger, only now it was like every vamp had drunk a pure
bloods blood and became as powerful as a pure blood, only they lacked
the control and rigid guidance Dracula's rule had taught them. The
pure bloods were out numbered and one by one they were hunted down and
destroyed, but that left the vamps with no ruler and so another war
broke out this time a civil war, between the vamp gangs. Their quest
for more power would be the only reason for them to want to look for
this Vampire princess.
"So this gang of vamps wants us to hunt down this temple and find the
princess so they can all drink her blood, killing her but making them
more powerful?" Darien asked already knowing the answer. "Not a
chance. That's just what we need more super powered vamps running
around killing each other and everyone who gets in the way of their
insane quest for power. What are you thinking Ray?" Darien stared at
her as he got up from behind his desk. "No." he said shaking his head.
"Its best if we just leave things the way they are."
"Their willing to pay us one hundred thousand dollars cash." Ray said
smugly as she heard Darien swear. "Half now and half after we deliver
the princess."
"And if there is no princess or she's already dead then what?" he
asked as he began to pace the room.
"We still get to keep the fifty grand." Ray smiled as she watched him
closely. "Think about it Darien. Fifty grand is a lot of money."
Darien just glared at her as he ran his fingers threw his hair.
"Well how are we supposed to find this princess?" He asked still
glaring at Ray.
"Well you see..." Ray paused as she tried to look innocent, but still
not able to hide the sparkle of triumph in her eyes. "...Nobody knows.
Supposedly there was a map. But it was lost after Dracula was killed.
That's why these vamps want to hire us in order to find the temple she
was locked away in."
"Well then how are we supposed to find it?" He asked angrily. Ray just
smiled her best smile at him.
"Well I thought between your contacts, Amy's brains for finding
things, and my information gathering skills, I'd say we have a good
chance in finding the temple." she said sweetly, fluttering her
eyelashes at Darien.
"You really think..." he asked skeptically. "Amy is going to help you
find a missing vampire princess so you can hand her over to those
misfits to be killed. Not going to happen. And I will not let you put
that on her conscience." He said scowling as he walked back over to
his desk and sat back in his chair.
"You have to ask her Darien. Besides I only said they want to kill her
not that they can, or that will let them." At Darien's puzzled look
she explained. "This vampire princess is supposed to be the blood
daughter of Dracula himself. You know what that means don't you?" she
asked just to draw out the suspense more than the need of an answer.
"Yeah I know what it means." He said dryly. "It means she was born a
vampire, which means both her parents were born vampires, and since
Dracula was the first being over twelve hundred years old at his death
this princess is probably as strong as or stronger than her father."
He stated in a monotonous voice.
"Right. So maybe she's to strong to be defeated but these lower levels
stalking around the city, she may even be able to get rid of a few of
the more troublesome vamps." Ray tried to reason. "And beside it could
be considered a rescue mission since it was said that Dracula was so
mad at the girl he sentenced her to 'a living hell'." She recited the
lines dramatically, but with a concerned expression on her face.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Darien asked rolling his eyes.
"Well what I got from the story was that after Dracula killed her
lover he sent her to this mysterious temple, as punishment, there she
would be tortured everyday and then healed every night only to suffer
again the following day." Once again with a concerned expression
sharpening her features, she pressed her lips firmly in a straight
line, and her eyes darkening to almost purple, but she continued on in
the same tone of voice not taking notice of the changes in her eyes
and face as she spoke steadily. Darien looked at her rather
suspiciously at the changes, as she continues her argument. "It does
not say how, but there was some nonsense about her never eating or
seeing another soul in till Dracula sent for her, which he was
supposed to do ten years later. But he was killed and the only
vampires who knew her location where killed by Dracula himself, so no
one would be able to capture her and use her against him." Ray
shrugged. "Sounds like he thought this through carefully and covered
all of the bases, except the whole eating thing, I mean wouldn't she
die. And the fact that he was killed one year before her sentence was
up leaving nobody to free her." Darien shook his head.
"No." Darien disagreed. "Keeping her location a secret would make
sense. A pure blooded vampire is capable of going without nourishment
for years if they have to, but without it for so long they would go
insane. Who knows what secrets she could have told in her insanity? He
wouldn't want anyone to know where she was." He shook his head
considering his thought. "If he died in 1827 that would mean she was
locked away in 1818." He was directing his question at Ray but already
knew the answer. "So that would mean if she was still alive, doubt
full though it maybe, she's had no nourishment and been tortured
everyday for almost two hundred years." Feeling frustrated he got up
and started pacing again his mind working a hundred times a minute.
"This is unbelievable Ray. If and I mean if she is still alive there's
no way she is still sane, she'd probably kill us the second we free
her and then there would be a psychotic super powered vamp loose on
the streets. This is not a good idea." He stated.
"But Darien think about her feelings for a moment." At his snickered
response she shook her head and stood up to look him in the eye. "No
really Darien, think about it for a minute. If she is still alive she
is still being put through these torture sessions everyday. We need to
save her." Ray pleaded. Darien looked shocked. He has never heard her
speak like this before, she even sounded as if she really was worried
and concerned for the vampire princess, like she needed to save the
girl.
"Why Ray you almost sound like you have a heart." He said placing his
hand over his heart mockingly. Ray just shrugged.
"It could happen." She said nonchalantly, but the worry was still in
her eyes. "Come on Darien its fifty grand and she may not even be
alive. Well take extra precautions." She pleaded as she saw him
beginning to give in.
"Oh alright. I'll ask Amy tonight." He said throwing up his hands as
Ray cheered. Some where else
As the sun went down her body still burned from the heat of the day's
sun. She was alive and already her body was heeling it's self but the
hunger and need to feed took hold of her senses. She looked around the
ground around her, the floor is scattered with the carcasses of the
dead animals that had wondered into her reach. But nothing had
wandered in for years. She has to find a way to feed and soon, she is
growing weaker as this torture continues.
Well that's chapter one, what did you think was it better or worse? I have also tried my best to adjust the things that have been suggested. - Should have warned you my English was terrible. Where I'm from everyone talks funny and things I hear run into the things I type. So thanks Chen for fixing everything so it's legible.
Bye Angel