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Prologue


I knew this was a dream. I had it every night since I moved here, 3 days ago. It’s how it all started. It all started off with the screaming. Blood pounding in my head. My whole body felt like it was being ripped apart. I tried grabbing hold of something. Anything. Tears rushing down my face, but then the pain moved towards my head. It felt as if I was being hit in the head repeatedly with a hammer. It stayed like that for a while soon enough to calm down. Then I moved just an inch and it all came flooding back to me. I grabbed my arms squeezing, hoping for a miracle, only to find blood dripping down my arms. I needed some sort of relief! My body was attacking itself and I needed it to stop, the pounding in my head, my back throbbing, and another liquid substance running down my arms and a cramp in my legs. A jolt of electricity like a current ran through my body in-testifying my pain already. Screaming as loud as I could, my head rolling back heard a faint buzzing sound but I couldn't concentrate due to all this pain my body was bringing to me! Once again a blood was running down me but down my palms due to clenching them too much and my nails digging into my skin obviously slashing them. Thrashing in my bed until I heard the door closing but another ripple of pain ran through me. Aloud ringing in my ears and my vision began to blur, the room looked like it was vibrating!'It’s all going to be fine, just go to sleep now I recognized the voice. It was Cipher! I did almost miss him speaking as I soon lost my vision and the blackness threatening to escape, took me under!

It was the same every time; never changing dreamt of it before it even happened to me. Did I really suffer all of that? Of course I did, the pain was as real as me; excuse me for the 'pun. Was cipher real? Honestly, I didn’t know. Since I was 7 I dreamt about him. I can sense him near never really allowing me to know him. Confusing right. I’ve had to live with this. My dad who may be rich gave me everything but really I’m just a 17 year old girl named Lucy, with beyond natural looks, people call it a gift. To me it’s a curse, it’s what got me stuck in this mess the first place, making me into what I am, all because I had to get into a club because I was 'hot'. I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.

Chapter 1 'The undying'(Ethnic)


I woke up with the most eerily feeling I have ever endured. It was a craving feeling. A venomous man necessity can never be defined. The feeling is killing me. I wanted something. I needed something. I got up and looked out the window and at the instant moment, I knew exactly what I wanted…blood. I am dry. My lips are dry. My fingers are dry. My skin is dry. I thought back to the last time I have preyed. 22 hours ago. Now that’s what you call devastation. That’s what you call hunger. A jolt of pain shot inside my body. What I really need to do right now is to go prey on something. That’s the instant action. The pain is killing me. I need to sustain. At this time of the day, not enough meat is accessible. For now, I would just get a crow. That would heal the pain of hunger Inside of my body. It doesn’t do as much but I can’t attain a human being right now.
I immediately sped out the room and go hunting in like about the blink of an eye. I start my usual routine by targeting on a crow. I spot one and attack it in a complete second. Easy work. I can attack like 100 crows in about a minute. Not complicated at all if you’re coming from my type of species. Another crow comes about my way and crashes through a top of an oak tree and my head jerks up reflexively. Deep down I regret killing these animals but it is a need to kill these animals, it’s not a want. It’s something that I do to feed, so therefore it is a right. The very thing that frightens me is not knowing how hungry I will be or what I might do to gratify the repulsive starvation. I’ve been killing a massive amount of crows now and I’m starting to feel bad for their species. Maybe next time I’ll go for a rabbit. That’s even better than a crow.
Always wandering as usual, I stand beneath an oak tree, wind blowing through my thick black hair. I lick my lips persistently to remove the stain on them. Ever since I came to my father’s house yesterday from Italy, I’ve been thinking about this eerily place a lot. For some reason, I felt that I belonged here. Maybe because I was tired of hiding. I’m tired of living in the darkness. I’ve lived in Italy for about 3,000 years and I’ve been up for a change of scenery.
Too far for human’s ear and eyes to pick up, I spot a fox. Yes, yes, yes, I surely came at the right time! This breakfast is sure going to be everlasting and good. As soon as I get a hold of the fox, I spot something really odd real far away. It seems like a human body or something. I ignore the fox and get closer and see that it is a female limp body lying down to her sides and I peep a vamp mark on her neck. You know, it takes one to know one so I automatically knew she was bitten by one of my kind. I look up with my dark fierce eyes to see if there was anyone in sight. I then kneel down and examine the appealing looking female with beautiful long blond hair and observe the bite on her neck. I touch it gently and run my fingers up and down her neck smoothly to see how long ago this occurred and how many blood she has lost. Her eyes are widely shut and her skin is turning pale. She seems unconscious.
I’m going to investigate on this, I thought. I carry the limp body and speed my way out the woods…

Imprint

Text: to myself and sally
Images: Found the photo on google so all credit goes to the photographer but editing was made.
Editing: would like to stay anomanous for the time being.
Publication Date: 02-05-2012

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
To all our readers,we just want to thank_you for all your love and support. If it wasn't for you,we would never be able to carry on.

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