So here's where our favorite blonde vampy comes back. But you guysss....slackin on the reviews! I asked for 25 last time and only ot to 18. meyfhh. Sorry i sound like a grouch, but that's the reward i get for writing this. OK sorry i am angrily ranting when i should be thanking you for even following me up this far. I'm a bad author. :D

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Miles and miles away, a broken vampire was walking, practically limping. He was shattered.

Unfixable.

He decided to go after this figment of his imagination, and if he found that it wasn't true, he'd trace the first vampire scent he could find and beg for death. He would even offer to gather the fire wood to burn his severed pieces. Surely they wouldn't turn away a vampire so desperate to die.

The shreds of lovely fabric felt odd in his ravaged hands as he slowly walked. The scent was faint...like it had been hidden. Mostly he could only smell human blood and dirt. Apparently, the ghost woman that beckoned to him was traveling with others. Again, he questioned the reality of this. He was never a creative being, so how could he possibly draw up such odd situations? Was he rescuing this girl? Or perhaps asking her to leave her coven to be with him--someone she'd never heard of before? He scoffed at his own thoughts, trying to get away from it.

He pressed the cloth to his face, burying into the cool and relaxing cotton. As he did, he didn't notice the tree branch protruding from the ground, and it was a very un-vampire thing of him to--he tripped over it.

In his depressed state, he tended not to care a whole lot if he fell or stumbled. It happened often. It was the humans. When he sucked their…blood…he was bombarded with emotions. He knew for certain that the next human he'd come across wouldn't live. He was far too thirsty, almost dysfunctional.

He lay in the emerald grass, sheathed in bleakness, his face in it, prickling his skin. He helplessly rolled off the clothes, not letting the grass smother them with fresh green scent. He had enough of that plain smell. He cradled the clothes, thinking of meeting the woman he was pursuing.

Alice.

That was a nice name. It was delicate and colorful. He softly moaned and sat up. He sat crisscrossed and something amazing happened as he thought of her name: he smiled.

It was wiped away almost instantly, for he was so shocked. He hadn't smiled since he had seen Peter and Charlotte so long ago--and even then the smiles were forced for Charlotte's sake. Her huge orb eys were so piercing and worried that he felt the need to at least try to put her mind to rest.

He could not remember the last time he smiled alone, not to please someone or ease them from guilt. He tried it again, and he suddenly felt warm. Another first in a while. He often felt as cold as ice.

The sweet scent whispered in the wind for him to keep moving. He listened.

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For the next month I traveled with Perry, Lee and Vincent. It was a month full of hell.

Perry was my only friend. I was terribly thankful that I at least had him. When Lee and Vincent went out hunting, we would swap stories--though I really didn't have that many. His were heartbreaking.

We sat by a river one morning just at dawn. Lee and Vincent bonded the most because Lee was practically mindless and thirsted for blood and approval. Our skin glittered in the morning sunlight, and I noticed that my skin seemed to be duller.

Perry told me that he and Lee had been walking to Lee's house one night to have a little party, so long ago. It was actually Perry's bachelor party, and Perry wasn't exactly exuberant or loud, so he only had one true friend. He shared that he felt uncomfortable around anyone else.

They were rounding a corner in the night, and a streetlamp nearby shattered. They had stopped, wondering if it was an alley cat or robber. They quickened pace, but suddenly, Lee screamed out and Perry tried to grab him. He heard an animalistic scream come from his best friend…and--that was all he told me. I didn't ask for the rest of the story, of course. I knew what happened next.

Lee and Perry had decided to rebel against their creator, for they hated his ways of torturing humans and drinking their blood excessively. The two had come up with a plan, and Lee promised to take the fall if they were caught. Vincent never spoke of his power, so they thought they had nothing to fear but a measly vampire. Lee had said it as a joke, really, like he would simply get a slap on the wrist if they were discovered.

One night, they simply ran off, away from Vincent. When he wasn't carrying a limp arm-full of teeth marks and venom, Vincent was extremely fast. He caught them very quick. He had asked who's idea it was, just like they had planned. Slyly, Lee went with Vincent to the river. Perry waited nearby, and saw two figures approaching in the misty midnight.

He had caught Lee by the shoulder and joked about what a horrible thing Vincent had done to him--he looked totally unharmed.

Lee asked Perry, "Do I know you?"

Perry was afraid of Vincent ever since, not needing to ask what exactly had happened at the river. Lee didn't remember ever knowing Perry, and this was torturous for him. Lee had been his companion since school, and now every memory between them was gone forever. Perry had no choice but to follow Lee and Vincent's violent, power-hungry ways, of fear for losing the images of his parents and fiancé.

We both sat on the rocks now, our bare feet in the river. I looked at the black stones beneath the water, quiet from Perry's awful story. "I'm so sorry."

"I miss them all so much. My mom was this nice little woman…my dad was the best man in town when I was a kid. Nettie, my fiancé…she was so beautiful. I was so excited to marry her and begin a family with her." I could tell this conversation was taking a depressing turn around. However, I could think of nothing to cheer him up. I stared at the blinding reflection of the river.

I saw a large gnash in my shin. Perry had done that. He didn't want to--he'd rather do it to himself--after the guilt for what he had done to Lee, he could hardly stand harming me. He had to, though. Vincent often ordered him to, and I never complained about it. I knew Perry couldn't refuse…he needed those memories as I needed my own. I simply grimaced and tried not to cry out when Perry tried to gently harm me. It sounded pointless and ironic--but at least he was quick--Vincent was a slower worker. Lee would stand by, snickering the whole time. Perry and I would glance at each other as his mindless drably giggles rang through the air. He gave me shivers.

Despite the many limited-time cuts I had, and even though they stung tremendously, I leaned on my harmer like a crutch. We stuck together, in secret, we were the closest friends, but in front of the others he was rude to me and shoved me and laughed at me like the rest. I just told myself over and over that he was only lying. He was still my friend.

One night, he told me, "You need to stop fighting."

I stared back at him. True, I was rebelling quite often. If Vincent laid his hand on me, I could hardly stop my hand from pushing him away or my shoulders from shrugging away anymore. I couldn't just let him do that to me! I scoffed. "I don't think so."

Perry's face was pinched. "Alice, I think he's mulling over the thought of making you…a Lee." he hissed. My stomach dropped.

"I know how much you love him." Perry scolded, his eyes wide on the last word. "Don't throw that away! It may be the only thing you have left one day." I knew what he was hinting on--that Vincent would take him down to a river quite soon… "I saw how vibrant you saw him in your mind. You savor every detail, don't you? I still try to piece together every part of Nettie. I miss her. I would rather miss her than never have known her."

I could only nod. This was all true.

"Plus, I don't want to see that happen to another one of my friends again." Perry took my hand, trying to comfort me. I grimaced. "If you ever ask who I am, I will go mad."

I hissed in a breath. "I wouldn't do that to you, Perry. Or to myself. I'll try harder."

"I can't keep saving you." Perry said softly. I knew that. Vincent was beginning to hesitate more and more when Perry volunteered to be the one to teach me lesson. Perry was the most gentle. He dropped my hand. We walked back to camp.

What the blonde, scarred vampire didn't know was--he was only five miles away.

That night, the chase would begin at the campsite. The coven would run at top speed, careening away from the weak vampire scrambling to find them, the scent stronger and stronger, teasing him.

If only Alice hadn't done what she did…

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