The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

Staring out a window, I saw each big drop of rain hit the ground, each acting as a tiny prism, allowing an array of colors shine through the mist, and the dewdrops on the blades of grass, the branches of the bushes, and the leaves of the trees. The sky itself was a silver grey, a small, peeking hint of blue showing just so lightly.

I watched the birds flutter their wings of the water, their soft feathers drying out from their little flights from tree to tree, spraying the liquid off, shining like diamonds. The colors were all so vivid… so warm, or cool, strong and bright. I also saw the shadows that lurked under the dark green leaves, blades of grass, branches and where the sun was no longer shining it’s rays…

“Julianna! Julianna, come away from the window. Just for a second!” Exclaimed Charity. I turned to look at her through my big golden amber eyes.

“What is it, love?” I asked, smiling calmly and lovingly. Fitting for a parent was it not?

“Julianna, a man is here to see you… I don’t remember his name that he told me though… sorry….” She said, looking at the floor. I smiled more broadly, and went to the vanity to see if my hair was okay. I needn’t any makeup. After that, I ran down the steps, gracefully. I was incapable of anything but grace.

I answered the door, seeing it was Rei. He had long black hair, somewhat tanned skin, and deep sapphire eyes, dressed in all black like usual.

“Yes, Rei?” I asked

“May I come in, Julianna?” He inquired, to which I stepped back from the door and admitted him in.

We packed our bags and headed off to her house. Apparently, Rayven was rich; her father did something no one knew about, but it paid great and was indeed legal. The only problem was, he was never really at home. This was why Rayven acted out; no one was home. Her new stepmother, the fifth one since Rayven’s mother, was friendly enough to me, but to Rayven she was the stern parent, and scolded her while on the phone call on the way to her house.

“Why don’t you two talk much?” I asked her one time.

“She’s a bitch. She had no right to marry my father… all she wants is his money; the only person who hasn’t wanted it was my mother, and she’s dead.” She said, acrimoniously.

“I can’t believe you have money…. I mean, my God, you have… a limo.” I said in awe, never believing one day that I would be in one. Rayven watched my expression and laughed a little.

“Honey, you’re going to live a good life now, I promise. I’m going to go into my father’s family business, although we don’t need money. My father is not the third richest person in the world, although, no one really know that because no one knows how he got it. We’re already set for life, along with our children, our children’s children, and our children’s children’s children. Hell, we’re set for the whole line for quite a while, unless something disturbs it. Just have to spend carefully and we’ll be good.” She said. I still felt numb.

“I never dreamed of this… it was always too far out of reach. I never really cared about money, just having a bit of roof over my head.” I told her in confidence. The rest of the way was silent, until we reached her house. It was a mansion.

“Oh, my God…” I breathed, as we neared it. It was beautiful.

“It’s alright. It’s a twelve-bedroom house with a backyard pool, and bar. Also, with the little woods by it, there is a pond near that, with an island in the middle of it. On that island is a cabin half the size of the main house. There’s also a loft and a Jacuzzi inside, a hot tub outside, and there’s a little dock that’s like a ferry that moves you there and back for transportation.” She said in the voice that sounds like he was advertising something.

“I can believe this…” I kept mumbling to myself.

When we got inside, Juniper, Rayven’s stepmother, ran up to us and hugged Rayven, then hugged me as well, so enthusiastically.

“Welcome home Rayven, and you too, dear.” She informed, and then took our hands and led us around for a tour. When that was over, I was shown to my bedroom to get some rest. The bedroom held a silvery-blue paint on the walls, the bedspread held a black background with twilight blue and silver flowers, curling around the pearly-white crisscross lining. The vanity was huge, covered a decent size of the wall, and sat atop a mahogany dressing table, the stool in front of it leather.

The room looked so peaceful and for once, my sleep was quiet, as I dreamed about my love, Rayven. I was sure her room was like this, but had more stuff in it, and instead of blue it would be green.

A knock sounded on my door, as I was waking up. Yawning, I open the door to find Rayven there. She wasn’t in her more “gothic” clothes, but in a formal outfit of a white button up blouse and dress pants, with high heels. I looked at her, dumbfounded. Her hair was even set up in a neat little bun like they do in the military.

“Hey baby, I was just checking on you… everything okay?” She asked me as she came in, checking the bed to see the sheets weren’t as twisted as they normally get when I sleep.

“Yep. Got plenty of sleep.” I said.

“Good…” She said, and then opened my closet to find clothes that… weren’t mine. They were somewhat bright or formal, or at least semi-formal. There were few casual clothes in there.

“Here, Phae, put this on…” She told me, putting out a somewhat similar outfit as her own. When that was done, she took a brush to my hair, brushing it smooth, before pulling it into a high French braid for me.

“There… don’t worry sweetie the clothes are somewhat temporary.” She said to me assumingly. I sighed, nodding, as she sat me down at the leather stool to put makeup on me next. Just a little eye liner, eye shadow, and lip gloss. Then she sprayed me with some body spray.

“Come on.” She told me, pulling me from the stool, and led me to the kitchen to get something to eat.

“Hey dear, sleep well?” Asked Juniper.

“Yes, thank you.” I replied. Rayven picked some grapes out of the fridge and put them in a bowl, handing the bowl to me, then walked away to another room somewhere.

“JUNIPER! WHERE’S MY CAR?” I heard a shrill voice, all nasally and snobby. Turns out… there’s a prep in the house… and her name was..

“Mel, it’s in the shop yet, it will be back shortly. If you keep street racing it’s going to have to stay in the shop.” Said Juniper. I closed my eyes, trying to picture a prep drive a car, and smiled. Street racing was more my thing, and I bet I could take her on at any time….

“And who is this girl? A new maid? Isn’t she young?” The girl asked, noticing my small form in the shadow.

“That, happens to be my girlfriend, Mel.” Said Rayven’s dangerous voice from behind me. She came up to me and put a hand around my waist, pulling me towards her. She turned my face towards her, leaned forward, and kissed me, I knew, to make a point to Mel and to Juniper; not to mess with me. I kissed back and laughed softly, making her eyes sparkle.

“GRILFRIEND? EW! Since when have you been lesbian?” She screeched., her face flushing in embarrassment and anger.

“It’s none of your business what I like, if you don’t like it, that’s your choice you’ll just have to deal with it. And I’m not lesbian, I am bisexual, as is Phae… Phae, this is my mistake of a sister Melody, Mel, this is Phaedra. Any other names I hear you call her and you’ll be sorry.” Said Rayven as she got behind me and had both her arms wrapped around me.

“Whatever… I don’t give a shit about your sex life… and if anyone was a mistake, it’s you and that abomination right there.” Said Mel viciously.

“ENOUGH!” Said Juniper. Both of them fell silent, but Rayven glared at Melody; I could hear the low growl deep in her throat, which she does when something pisses her off, and is a normal sign to back off. We stood there, as I finished the grapes and Maria, the girl who made my bed before I got there, took the bowl from me and went to go put it in the dishwasher. Rayven just led me back upstairs.

“We’re going to go to the cabin out back.” She said, turning to me.

“Hey, wake up, Phaedra.” Said Rayven. That first day was a while ago, two years. We were seniors now, and it was half way through the year. Rayven and I had started going out the second day we knew each other (the day after she came here and we fucked each other’s brains out with my toys) and had become inseparable since; Joe had stopped trashing my room, but he had started threatening and harassing me instead, hating the fact that I moved on from my hatred for him.

Rayven has been an amazing person who just had so much in common with me that I could barely stand it. At nights we listened to Cradle of Filth, at day we tolerated the demented teachings of the school. We really were not allowed out, but we sneaked out into the town anyway, and went out to eat when we felt like it. It was amazing to be with this woman, really. She made my life completely change around. Now, as I have said before, two years have gone by, and we know each other like long-time best friends did. With the amount of time we have seeing each other, that time makes up for the other years. Well, she knew me like that; we didn’t talk much about her family very much.

“Rayven, shut up and let me sleep…” I groaned and rolled over onto my stomach, my arms folded underneath my head like an extra pillow, making it visible underneath the covers that I was wearing nothing. Rayven was also very active at night.

“Phaedra, I mean it, wake up. Class starts in twenty minutes.” She said a little pissed. She hated when I didn’t listen to her; fortunately it wasn’t often.

“Rayven, I don’t feel good…” I told her, complaining, which I don’t do often either. Her frown became deeper as she felt my forehead.

“You’re burning up baby. You should go to the nurse.” She replied quietly, a little concerned. My skin was normally as cold as ice, like I was out in constant winter, but now it was quite the opposite, a sure sign that I was getting a change in my body, or getting seriously ill.

“I don’t want to go anywhere, I want to stay here. Just tell them I’m sick… I’m not lying; they can come here and see for themselves.” I said, exhausted although I had a full night’s sleep. That was more than I would normally get in a whole week.

“Just get dressed before that and I’ll tell them.” She told me, and then dropped a kiss on my forehead.

“I’ll get the work for you, okay Phae?”

“Thanks.” I groaned back and pulled a t-shirt and shorts from the floor beside me (clothes I wore before taking them off last night) and pulled the covers back over me. Rayven left and I felt sick. It’s such a great day. Getting up after about half an hour, because I can’t stand staying still, awake or asleep (so says Rayven) I swayed on my feet and headed for the bathroom, of which we had one for each dorm room, like hospitals do.

After I cleaned up, inside and out, and cleaned the bathroom, I went back into bed and tried to sleep for a while. Finding that I couldn’t do that, I got up and walked around, feeling lightheaded and sick some more. I ended up in the bathroom for the morning.

“Maybe you’re pregnant.” Said Joe, who stood by the room’s door frame, arms crossed over his chest, casually leaning back against it. First lunch was the only time he could talk to me without Rayven around; it was when she worked to earn the money we use for dinner in town.

“Go to hell.” I snapped, and walked back out of the bathroom and closed the door in his face, but not before he pitched something onto my bed. I walked to the bed to see it was a pregnancy test kit. Staring at it, I started thinking. What if he was right? What if I am pregnant? I had missed a day on the pill… I didn’t think it would matter too much… but if it did? That means I could be pregnant… Rayven and I were known to share guys here…

“Sweetie?” Asked Rayven’s voice. She came back for second lunch, in which Joe had his, so he was nowhere to be seen. I finished with the pregnancy test and waited, saying all the while through the closed bathroom door, “hold on baby” to the waiting Rayven, who had no idea I was taking the test.

I could hear her mumbling of concern as I impatiently tapped my foot on the cold tile I was standing on, which felt like ice against my burning skin. When I saw the change in the strip I looked at the box again to make sure I was right, frantic, and then looked at the strip again. My god… I thought, afraid. I’m…pregnant…

I stumbled out of the bathroom, dizzy and overwhelmed, and fell into Rayven, who took me into her arms as soon as she saw me.

“Hey, hey, what’s wron…?” She said, and then saw the strip, and looked at my tearing eyes; Hers was concerned face turned into one with thought, as she held me, and tried to soothe me with the “shhh” sound. My breathing slowed a little and my tears came rolling down my face.

“You’re pregnant?” She asked calmly. I nodded, unable to speak for my sore throat. She again gathered me into her arms, reminding me again how that she was her sweetest with me, and never to anyone else, not even her little sister. She held me while I tried to talk through sobs, not sure whether to be scared or happy that I could make a baby, with a person I didn‘t even know. Was I not too young for this? Rayven, who cannot seem to have kids, wouldn’t mind.

“Come on, baby…sit down on the bed and we’ll…talk.” She said calmly. I sat down and sniffled as she rocked me back and forth on her lap. She had never seen me cry, in the two and half years we knew each other. We never really just talked; we either argued or just let our actions speak for themselves if it wasn’t arguing on our minds. Crying was never one of them.

“Phaedra, I don’t know what to tell you honey. Do you want to keep the baby?” She asked me, her face resting softly against my head, her words gently whispered through my hair. I never saw her treat me so delicately before.

“Do you?” I asked her, unsure myself. I never gave my opinion until she gave me hers, again, unless it was arguing. She thought for a moment, and then nodded.

“I want the baby too, but I’m so scared… I don’t have any money or anything to raise it, we don’t have real jobs…” I started, scared. Another new word of feelings for us. My thoughts, panicked and rushed suddenly sprang into what was my numb mind.

“You don’t need a job; we have money. Baby, I didn’t tell you this, but… you and I are leaving school. You will be home-schooled at my house.” She told me. I looked at her, confused.

I bang the metal loops of my bondage pants against the aluminum frame of my desk and chair combination as I pretend to listen to the teacher. She was once again going on about the evils of everything fun in the world, or anything that didn’t have to do with God. Why is a teacher talking about this, you ask?

This is a school for correctional behavior made by this town for orphans and troubled teenagers that needed to be “saved”. I myself was not a devote Catholic, in fact, I was a Wiccan, if anything. A little more violent then one would think, yes, but I believed that there is also a Goddess, Mother Earth, and I believed in doing magick for the greater good, as well as a God. I was nice to people unless they messed with me or someone I loved. Not to mention, they would hate my sexual orientation and damn me for that… for I was bisexual.

I kept it quiet here, however. I wasn’t about to go into days of lecture just for them to annoy me and make me lie, saying that I was now seeing the light of being a good little school-girl Catholic. Though, however, I was not against Catholism as I knew that all Gods were one God, and all Goddesses were all one Goddess. In Catholism, God is God, and the Goddess is considered Virgin Mary. This view of mine does not go over well with the nuns here and they try to still beat their beliefs into me, when they’re not afraid of me being possessed.

It just so happens, I’m a violent young girl, who is not only a Wiccan, but “troubled” as well as the added bonus of being an orphan, who has been in this school longer than any of the other children. They vowed when they took me in as a baby that they would keep me no matter what obstacles I put in their way.

I have seen kids of all ages up to teenagers and even adults break down and become good little Catholic children, kids that had other places to go.

“Phaedra Maria, stop that noise this instant!” Said an irritated voice. I broke out of my reverie to see that my clinking has made everyone stare at me, and Sister Azalea to speak up to gain the class’s attention. Staring back at her with my usual defiant glance with eyes that are lined with black liner, I saw a figure beyond the door, and glanced at it. Sister Azalea saw me look at the door, and then went to open and omit a new student into our midst. What made this class suddenly more interesting, was this new student; she was Goth, as I was.

“Everyone, please welcome Rayven Raiden. She will be joining us until graduation.” She announced the young woman, as she took her seat in the far back, which just happens to be two seats to the right and one down from my own. I was able to glance at her, and as I did, I unconsciously started clinking again.

She had long, curly red hair, that was pulled back in a high ponytail, beautiful green-brown eyes, a light tan, and a very strong build. She worked out, it seemed. The black clothes made her look even more mysterious, and although I hated people trying to look like that, she actually was able to pull it off. As she glanced at me, and met my gaze, I shivered from the intensity that ran down my spine. Her look was one of enlightenment, for some reason…

“Phaedra Maria, go to your room now! You will receive your punishment later for being disrupting to the class before mass and dinner.” Said the Sister, and I rose up and walked out the door, the chains now clinking against my legs as my legs moved. The hallway wasn’t so long that I couldn’t get there in a few minutes, despite it being one of the rooms farthest from the nuns’ rooms and closest to the winding staircase that lead to a balcony.

As I entered my room, my mouth opened in slight surprise. My room was trashed. Again. Joe. I growled as the image of my room is still in my mind, heading off to Joe’s room. Paper was torn and shredded covering the floor everywhere, notebooks and books were laid open and pitched, clothes thrown all over the floor and bed, the black curtains cut unevenly with slash marks through them, and marker all over the wall, in huge sprawling letters “bitch”. My bed itself was messed up as well. Nothing from the bottom drawer was touched, or misplaced, however. I exit my room and enter his, easy enough since his room was right beside my own.

“Joe, you stupid fucking retard! What the hell is your fucking problem!” I growled at him, about to punch his face in, after I slung the door open and closed it more gently so the nuns would not hear my rage. It would only be another session where the nuns would say I was possessed.

“What’s with you now, P?” He asked sounding annoyed, lowering the thick book, titled "Come Hither", he was reading from his eyes to watch me cautiously, his combat-booted feet lowered from the bed to the floor. He was about to go into the army, it seemed, once he graduates.

“You are always fucking around with my shit! Stay out of my room, or I will send you to the hospital! Just because I broke up with you doesn’t mean shit!” I hissed at him, my arms folded but in fists all the same.

“I didn’t mess up your room, P, I swear!” He said, his hands up in surrender. I gave up, growled in frustration, and stormed back into my room. On the way back, the sound of Cradle of Filth's "Hallow Be Thy Name" throbbed in my ears. Someone was in my room. Bursting in the door, I see Rayven there, sitting on the other bed, looking at the door, smiling a little guiltily. She was hot but this wasn't going to stop me from being pissed at her. I used all of my credit from the nuns (to the present time) on my room.

“What are you doing in my room? Get out!” I said, already pissed.

“It’s our room now, kid, so be a good little girl like your mommy always says and share.” She replied. The stabilizer medicine they gave me was not enough to calm my anger this time, as it always is when someone mentions my mother, or treating me a child when they were acting the child. I yelled out and attacked her, pinning her down, but she quickly pinned me. I struggled, turning us over and onto the floor, she on the bottom again.

“Slut, get off me!” She bellowed in my ear and pushed me back. I froze, got completely off her, and paused a minute sitting there, before I started robotically picking up the things that didn’t need a vacuum, I was in shock for the moment, feelings gone from me.

I had a huge problem with messes, as a neat freak with OCD. She sat up, watching me, seeing more than the hurt look on my face. My hands shook as I tidied up my side of the room as best as I could. Finally, she got up and started to help me pick things up.

“Look at this mess!” Said Sister Cathy. She came to the door and peaked in to call us to mass before dinner. I sighed and continued to pick things up.

“You are going to clean this room up young lady!” she exclaimed, and then walked off. After a few minutes she came back with paint.

“Here, use this to coat the words. You’ll have to miss mass and dinner tonight.” She said and walked off again. Rayven picked up the paint and started to paint over the words, making sure it was even so it wouldn‘t look conspicuous over the already-painted walls.

“Um…” She said, hesitant, looking at me.

“Phaedra.” I told her, glaring at her.

“Phaedra, I’m sorry I called you a slut...and a bitch.” She said. I glared at her. That wasn’t all she did she should be apologizing for. She started to say something else then, but I cut her off.

“Chill with the “sorrys”. You’ll have this room soon enough, I’m moving out; I don’t care if I have to move back into Joe’s room.” I informed her bitterly.

“Joe? Is that who you went to see? Is he your boyfriend?” She asked hesitantly.

“Not that that’s any of your fucking business, but Joe is an ex boyfriend, who was too controlling and a fucking girl who didn’t reach puberty yet when it comes to experience. I hate him, but I hate what you did more at the moment.” I turned to look at her, putting my books back on the bookcase.

“Phaedra, listen… I was just having fun. I didn’t even know that it was a girl’s room until I reached into the bottom drawer in the dresser… everything was a band shirt of Cradle, Korn, Disturbed or Slipknot, and bondage pants… nothing that said you were a female. I hate males, which is why I did it. I was going to clean it back up once I found out you were a female, but then they rushed me to class. They figured you did the mess, so…”

“Oh.” I said, getting less pissed at her. I hated males too. I took the curtains off and put new ones on, throwing the old ones away.

“Does Joe normally mess up your room?” She asked, stacking my notebooks neatly on my bookcase, beside the binders. It was then I realized she put everything she picked up exactly where they were before.

“Yeah. Fucking idiot.” I said, still pissed at Joe.

“Look, I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you, somehow, okay?” She said sincerely.

“Thanks…” I said.

“Stay here. I didn’t mean to…hurt you.” She said. I thought a moment before answering.

“Alright. Rayven, right?” I asked.

“Yeah. Rayven.” She replied.

“Um… if you hate guys… does this mean you’re…preference…?” I asked uncertain.

“Yes. I’m bisexual.” She confirmed, and smiled at me. I smiled back.

“What about you, sweetie?” She asked. I nodded.

“Well… this is going to be an interesting year at school…” She said, and after we cleaned up everything and turned the lights off, we sat on the floor and whispered quietly. Rayven quietly put the bit of black curtain we saved over the cameras in our room, and took out some things from the bottom drawer… and went to sleep…and not just the literal sense, either.

"What?" I asked, not believing my ears.

"Kidding. I wouldn't be with you if it meant saving my life. I'm gonna go now; you need to stop being a magnet for people like Kenneth Richards, Elli."

"Why do you care?" I asked, wanting to punch him. I knew that that would not end well, however.

"I dont. Anyway, knock it off." He told me, as I parked into the parking lot of my job. He got out and tried to walk away. I wasn't going to let him get away with nothing, though.

Instead, I walked over to him and pinned him against the car.

"Tell me, Andy." I growled. He looked me straight in the eyes and glowered back.

"Move." He replied. Shaking my head, I pressed harder against him, making sure he couldn't just push me away.

"Listen, I hate you. Go away." His voice came. I looked back up at him and slowly lifted my face to his, and kissed him, not closing my eyes like i normally do, but watch his.

"It was you who came to my house tonight; not the other way around." I remnded, and walked off, into the club.

"Hey!" He called to me, and I ignored him.

"Hello Gabrielle. Sleep well?" Asked Elina. I stood there, not seeing them. Instead I get a flashback... or a few of them.



"Ramona's not coroperating again..." Complained Glen to the director of the building, standing above me.

I strain and stuggle against the rope that bound me to the bed, forcing me to lay here. I refused to do anything to help them--talk, eat, drink, sleep, or lay in this bed. The bed was uncomfortable anyway, and I preferred the hardwood floor it set on. As far as they knew, I was a mute.

"Just let her go for now..." Said the Director, then saw Glen wanted something from me. He nodded to him, and walked away.

He was pretending he didn't know what Glen did to me, he was ignoring it. And that was why i hated people.

Glen climbed on top of me as I laid there tied to the bed, helpless to stop what was happening...



My long black hair was matted as usual, covering my face from them, my clothes a dress made of canvas sack material. My body needed cleansed, inside and out, blood stained most of the mattress from whippings and the cuttings, as well as the raping. Bruises and scratches covered almost all of my body where the cuts did not. My body's frame itself was a skeleton. I was all skin and bone, with a little bit of muscle in my arms, abs, and legs from the struggles.

"Hey there girl." Said a man. I looked at him, body tense. A new client Glen had gotten to fuck me over?

"I wont hurt you. But I need you to eat." He told me, moving towards me slowly, frowning at the mess that was me. Was it concern I saw in his eyes?

"My name is Lucius, sweet. I am here to take you away from here, but first, I need to make sure you will listen to me." His voice said patiently.

He reached out to touch me, as I flinched, but his caress across my face was soft.

"No more of this pain." He told me.



In the next few weeks, I refused to help him feed me, wash me, change me, or brush my long hair. I never spoke to him, and I always distanced myself from him. He was forceful at times, but never rough, he never hurt me. It was a month and a half later when I spoke to him the first time.

"Lucius?" I ask, in the dark. His bed was beside mine, in a room seperate from others, but not in the confinement I was in before. This room was much cleaner, nicer; it even smelled better. I was no longer tied down, but sometimes when Lucius is asleep I go to sleep on the floor. If he ever found me there, he never said or did anyting against it. Not since we got this room.

"Yes, sweet?" He asked back.

"Why do you do this for me?" I inquired, my voice hesitating.

"You're my charge. I have to take care of you. I dont like to see you the way you were being treated down there, in confinement. I was hoping you would heal."

"Why?"

"Because, sweet. You're mine."

"Why?"

"I picked you out of the others."

"Why?"

"You never broke like the other girls. You stayed you, even through the shit they put you through."

"Why?"

"You're strong. You're stubborn, determined. You're you." He said in all patience.

"Oh." Was all I could say. My wounds had all healed but the scar on my back... the scar in the shape of a rose in the curve of a cresent moon, that took up most of everything, from the shoulder blades to the top of my buttocks.

"Lucius?" I asked again.

"Yes, sweet?" He answered.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."



"I want to name you..." Said Lucius, before going to this man to get an id as well as a birth certificate.

"What will you name me, Lucius?" I asked.

"You remind me of the girl from the Cradle of Filth song, 'Gabrielle'. I will name you Gabrielle Moon Rose." He responded as we walked into the building.

I wore a long blue dress that day.



"I slept fine, Elina, thank you." Came my voice, as I walked out into the warm night with cool breeze, and clear midnight blue sky.

"Don't you even think of going near her again... you're not right for her..." Growled Andrew as his hands clenched my "boyfriend's" shirt, pinning him against the wall.

"Andrew, let go of him..." I pleaded with him. It was the only way to get him to listen to me, as my telling him to do anything otherwise would effect him in no way shape or form.

"Don't you get into this, Elliryanna." He growled at me, his gaze shiftng off of Kenny and onto me.

I tasted the blood from my lips where Kenny had hit me, as I bit more into it out of thoughtfulness, and for the tiny bit of fear at the pit of my stomach.

"Let go of me, you idiot!" Said Kenny, his hands up in surrender, his white shirt stained with my blood. Andrew glared at both of us, seeing my wish in my eyes, and let him go, watching Kenny as he ran past him, and me, not looking at me until he got to the door to go outside.

"It's over, Elli." He informed me coldly and walked off.

I sighed and then collapsed onto the floor, on my knees, not looking up at him. He always was there to protect me... why? He hated me, hated my guts, wanted nothing to do with me.

"Elliryanna?" Asked Andrew's voice. I stood up before looking at him, into his eyes. His golden amber eyes that set me ablaze. And that was the end of that...



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"You awake?" Asked a voice. I looked up to see Michelle there, looking at me. I was in my bedroom, in my bed, with my brown-eyed reflection looking at me concerned.

"Yeah..." I groaned, sitting up, feeling the sharp pains all over my body screaming "no"! Noting this, I started looking at myself. I was undressed with just the bandages from my chest down to my knees, my hands covered in burns and bruises, as well as scratches and cuts.

"You were pretty broken up... what happened?" She asked softly, her voice sounding like she wanted to cry.

"Kenny. He's gone though. No more Kenny. Don't worry about it..." I told her. To show it didn't hurt much, to see the pain lessen in her eyes, I stood, forcing myself not to grimace.

"Where are you going?" She asked in alarm.

"Out, I have to work." I told her, kissing her forehead, and went to my closet, as she watched my helplessly.

"But you're hurt..." She informed me despairing.

"It doesn't hurt much, Michelle. Besides, we can't afford for me to miss work again." I replied, pulling on my blouse and my jeans, growling low as I did so.

Next came my shoes... I was going to choose sneakers today. After putting those on, brushed my medium self-cut tresses, and putting as much cover on as I could on my face to hide the marks, I went out and got into the car.

"Andrew!" I said in only a little bit of a surprise, growling again, this time in a bit of an annoyance.

"Hey. You feeling okay?" He asked me. I closed the door, put my seatbelt on, and started up the engine.

"Why do you care, Andy? Last time I checked, you didn't." I snapped a little, pulling out of the driveway, straightening out the car before driving to the nearby highway.

"I do care, I just also hate your guts as well." He answered.

"You know you and Kenny are a pain in the ass?" I half asked him, turned into the highway now, as my thumb pushed on the NOS button by the steering wheel, making the car zoom by.

"Yeah, that's my job." He solemnly said, to which I punched his side--reluctantly.

After the NOS finished off, in good time, I started my other favorite method of racing--drifting.

"Elli?" He asked. I glanced at him.

"Yeah?"

"I want you with me again."