The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

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"Emily, I have to go run some errands. Please catch up on some tidiness around this place while I'm gone." My mother called.

She was never home, and she was never running errands. We all knew why she was always out but we never wanted to embarrass her and tell her.

My mother was stressing. I couldn't blame her though. If your husband whom you had been in love with since the age of fourteen left you, wouldn't you be too? My mother has never been very independent. She depended on my father for everything and he just got up and left her, it was like losing everything to her.

My sister doesn't understand very well, so they butt heads a lot. Daleena is only thirteen, but she is the meaning of beautiful. She looks nothing like a thirteen year old should. She looks more around my age, seventeen or so. She has the most gorgeous features, lips that movie stars pay to get surgically implanted, eyes as green as a cat's, the curves of a Spaniard but still very petite, and beautiful Chestnut brown locks down to the back of her thighs. She looks exactly like my mother, except with a lot less worry lines and wrinkles.

I'm more average looking, dirt brown hair, pale skin pigment, button nose, thin lips. The only engaging feature about me is probably my eyes, violet, like fresh plums. It was something I never really understood. My father and I are the only people I had ever seen with such eyes.

I look a lot like my father, unfortunately. He wasn't much of a looker. It made me think sometimes, why my mother chose him when she could have anyone else. That's one mystery better left unsolved. I never liked hearing Mom sulk and sob over her past times with Dad, as much as I love her.



"Daleena!" I yelled so that she could here me over her ridiculous rap music.

I heard her footsteps as she lurched off her bed, walked over to her desk to turn down the awful ruckus, cracked her door open, and... "What!?"

"Mom wants us to clean the house while she's gone to therapy and what not. Do you think you can handle the upstairs?" She always made beds with enthusiasm, so might as well hand her some fun in a box.

"Whatever floats your boat, Em." She sounded sarcastic, but I knew she would do it anyways.

"Kay, get on it Lee." We always had ridiculous nicknames for each other. If anyone but my little sister dare call me Em, I would lurch at their throats and tear them to shreds. For some reason, it only sounded delightful when she said it.



I headed straight for the kitchen; where I was almost positive there would be two sinks full of dishes waiting to be filled into the dishwasher. Although my accusation was incorrect, I got started right away. I loaded the three plates from dinner last night into the dishwasher and then cleaned the counters. I could hear Daleena starting the wash upstairs, probably putting dirty sheets in.

"There’s new laundry detergent in the bathroom cupboard! Mom's allergic to that generic crap." I alerted her.

"Kay. Thanks, Em!"

I was off to the living room. We didn't have much furniture anymore. Dad took most of it with him; being the greedy bastard that he is. I dusted off what was left on the entertainment center, vacuumed the rug, fluffed the couch pillows...

"Hmmm... what else is there to do? I always forget to do something." I thought and thought for a minute, and the light bulb slowly but surely came on. "Air freshener."

I grabbed the Febreeze bottle from the cupboard under the sink and went at it.

"Jesus! Go take a bath in it why don't ya'! I can smell it all the way up here!" Daleena was always so sarcastic. I couldn't help but giggle a little bit.



Riiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiing.

"Lee, can you get that? The phone is on my bed stand." I wondered if she could hear me over the washer. She did. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but my sister talks ridiculously loud.



"Hello?"

Silence.

"Oh. Hi." She kept her greeting short.

Silence again.

"Yeah. She's downstairs." I waited for it, I knew it was coming, but it still startled me. "EMILY!"



I took the stairs by twos. She handed me the phone, and I covered the mouthpiece.

"Who is it?" I asked pretty curiously but quietly.

"Find out for yourself." Daleena sounded pretty mad, and she looked like she wanted to castrate someone. Who could have pissed her off that bad?



"Hel.. Hello?"

"Hey Emily!"

It was my father's voice. I was in complete and utter shock. No wonder Lee sounded pissed, she despises our father to a great extent, and to be honest he wasn’t necessarily on my “nice” list either..

"Um, hi. Dad?"

"Yep that's me. Listen, I have to talk to you about something."

"Shoot." I was still recovering from the shock.

"Is your mother home?"

Oh God, you've got to be kidding me.

"No. She's not home, and what do you care you worthless piece of crap?! You call here to gossip about my mother without her presence of being! Well I'm here to tell you, I will hear nothing of it! Good-Bye Kendall Rossdale. Do not call again. Her recovery is going badly enough without your consent." I was fuming.

Click. I hung up on him.



"I cannot believe that sick bastard!" I was talking to myself, but apparently Daleena didn't seem to pick up on that.

"Geez! What'd he say to make you blow up?" Lee looked as surprised as a five year old walking into a surprise birthday party. She should be surprised. I never threw a tantrum like that, unless pushed to a certain limit. He pushed me beyond that limit.

"Blow up? Understatement. Go clean. I'll be in my room."

I slid the phone on the hook on the hallway wall as I walked out of Daleena's room into mine; of course she always took the phone into her room. She did not follow, she did not ask questions. I had a sudden urge to call Mom and tell her what had happened, but I knew that would only make her hurt much more. The last thing I wanted for my mother was hurt. I love my mother very much and I thought my father did too, apparently not. I laid down on my bed to clear my thoughts.



"Shh, it will only hurt for a minute." hushed the dark haired, violet eyed boy.

I squirmed and yelped.

Suddenly fangs emerged from his gums.



"Oh my God!" I jumped about twenty feet.

It was just a dream. It was just a dream.

I had been having odd dreams like this since I turned seventeen. I always had to reassure myself that they weren't real because they were always so clear. The plot always consisted of a younger version of me, around five or six years old and an older boy or creature, probably around seventeen or eighteen about to tear out my throat with fangs. It's always been a continuing story. It's like a book, I'm reading it when I'm asleep and I have to put it down when I'm awake.



"Emily Jaclyn Rossdale!"

Well, Mom's home. My nap must have been longer than I thought. I looked over at my alarm clock, it read 5:17. Well, caught up on a couple hours of sleep lost.

"Yes mother?" I said sarcastically walking down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Dinner, love." My mother always sounded so sweet. How could anyone leave such a fragile, tender-hearted woman behind?



We sat at the dinner table; although, I had no idea why. We never converse during dinner; well not often that is. My sister, nor myself wanted to listen to our mother talk about how much she missed our father. No matter how bad we felt, it began to get annoying after a while.

"Mom, may I be excused? I have some research I want to do." I should probably get this over with.

"Yes, dear. Rinse your plate and put it in the dishwasher on your way upstairs. Were going to make a habit out of that."

"Kay." I did as I was told and I jogged up the stairs. I started up my computer. When it started up, I brought up Google Search engine and clicked "Keyword" and started to type.



Violet eyes, dark hair, fangs, dreams.

Enter.



There, in front of me, were over a million links, each of which consisted of the word "Vampire."

I said it aloud.

"This is stupid. Vampires don't exist." I was still curious though. So I scrolled down, and down, there was a picture. I couldn't make out who it was, so I clicked on it to enlarge it.

Oh my God!

It looked exactly like my father. No, it was my father. No! I refused to lead myself to think my father is a blood-thirsty monster. He may be a monster, but not a blood-thirsty one. He was a part of our human family for over sixteen years.



I wasn't even thinking when I did it, but I did. I went into the hallway, snatched the phone from the wall charger and slid back into my room attempting not to slam the door. I looked through the calls log to see the last call.

"Crap! Private." I have to get a hold of him some how. Maybe he'll call again tomorrow.



"Why must you squirm so much little one?" asked the "vampire" boy.

"What are you doing to me?" I cried out. "What have I done to you?"

"Oh, sweet thing. I simply want to save you from yourself. Humans should not continue to suffer like this. Look at your leg, it's crumbling to the bone. Love, you haven't done anything to me at all. Once again, I'm trying to save you."

I looked down at my leg, it was burnt to the core. He sounded so sincere.

"What's happening to me?" I panted.

"Poor young thing, you have no idea. You've been burnt, can't you see?" Once again he spoke from his heart.

"I see that, but why do you care?" If he honestly did at all.

"Because I love you."

I was stumped. Who is he? Why does he love me?

"Emily, I love you because I'm your father. Do you not recognize me?"

The truth was, no. I didn't recognize him. Yes, he had the same dark hair as my father; yes, he had the same violet eyes. But he couldn't be my father. My father had always carried an angry face upon his canvas, but this was like a Picasso painting to me. He had the face of an angel, the teeth of a lion, the vocabulary of an Englishman, and the heart of a pastor.

Who is this man? And how did he know what I was thinking?

"Sweetheart, I am your father. I promise you."

"No you're not! My father is not a monster!"



It was just a dream. It was just a dream.

"It was just a dream for God's sake!" I nearly screamed it.

It was still dark. I sat up and looked at my alarm clock; 12:00 AM.

"The Witching Hour."

I had only been asleep for two hours, but that's how it usually is. Sleep for two hours, awake for two more hours, so on. These dreams seemed oddly, more realistic than usual. I laid back down and tried to turn over.

"Ouch! Son of a.." It was my leg. I switched on my lamp and pulled back the covers, to see my leg halfway black.

"What the hell is happening to me?" I started crying.

Suck it up! Suck. it. up!



I flicked the button to my computer to turn it on.

I got onto Google once more. I typed in "What dreams mean."

I clicked on a website, the first one to pop up. It showed a search bar saying "What's in your dream?"

I typed in "Burning."



I read; "Depending on the context of your dream, to see fire in your dream can symbolize destruction, passion, desire, illumination, transformation, enlightenment, or anger. It may suggest that something old is passing and something new is entering into your life. Your thoughts and views are changing. In particular, if the fire is under control or contained in one area, then it is a metaphor of your own internal fire and inner transformation. It also represents your drive and motivation."

"Transformation? Into what a Zombie?" Sarcasm was beginning to emerge.

"Destruction? I think I already knew that. Ugh this is hopeless." I rolled my eyes and flicked off the computer.

I limped back over to my bed and climbed in.



To my surprise, I slept all the way through the rest of the night dreamlessly.



Beeeeep! Beeeeep! Beeeeep! Beeeeep! Beeeeep!

"Shut up!" I always hated that alarm clock.

I sat up, and my leg was fine.

Hmm.. Strange.

I got dressed with no problem. I ate breakfast with no problem. The problems were about to start though.

"Daleena. Get up! You have school." I shook her until she opened her eyes.

"Go away!" She sounded so tired. I felt horrible waking her up in the morning.

"Wake up! I really don't want to get a cup of cold water, but if I'm taking you to school then you need to get up." I was always very persuasive to her in the mornings.

She got up, she got dressed, fed, and applied her lip gloss even though everyone knows she doesn't need it.



After I dropped Daleena off at the middle school, I pulled into Xeon High School. It was a small public school with a very low population, but what did you expect out of a small town in Maryland? I pulled into my parking spot and walked into my first class, Chemistry. It was pretty normal. The usual jibberish talk, and my "huh's" and "what's".

I walked into my second period class, Pre Calculus. I sat down at my seat, and to my surprise there was someone sitting next to me, someone new. A guy. I couldn't really make out his features because he had his head down, but he had blonde curly locks. They looked about earlobe length. He also had his ears pierced, and had amazingly pale skin, probably as pale as me.



Diiiiiiiiiiiing!

The late bell had interrupted my observations for a moment and my thoughts as well, but that was before I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. A girl walked in, she looked new as well.

"Please, come in." Mr. Fuller sounded pleased to have her in his presence.

"O.. Okay." She sounded shy.

Mr. Fuller pointed at the boy next to me, he looked up. "Lance, please come up here." He nearly whispered it.



"Alright, alright, everyone please settle down." Mr. Fuller sounded as if he were going to make a big speech. "We have two new students." He pointed at the girl. "This is Vanice." He moved to introduce the boy. "And this is Lance. Please make them feel welcome here. They aren't from around here."



I was guessing that they were siblings. They looked so much alike, twins maybe? She had gorgeous, long, blonde, spiral, curls down to her mid-back. She wore glasses that I was guessing adjusted with sunlight because they had a brown tint to them. The only color to her face was the pink in her cheeks that she probably applied with a brush. She was short, and he was tall, but that was just about the only difference I could find in them.

After he had sat down, I turned to get a look at him up-close. Big mistake. He looked straight at me, but he didn't look unfriendly. He looked nice, pleased even. I spent the rest of the class period just thinking and trying to gain courage to introduce myself or maybe even strike up a conversation, but nothing came to mind.

Diiiiiiiiiiiing!

He turned to look at me again.

"Hi there. I'm Lance." His voice was more mesmerizing than his appearance.

"Um, hi. I'm... I'm Emily." I was horrible with introducing myself. "Nice to meet you."

Oh my God!

That's when I saw it, he had gorgeous violet eyes. Just like me. I had never seen anyone else with eyes like mine and my father's in my entire life.

He nodded and smiled. "You as well, Emily." I could feel it, the blush coming on. I looked down at my shoes, but when I looked up, he was gone.



The rest of the day was a blur. All I could think about was his eyes, and why they looked so much like mine. I had many thoughts jotted down in my brain.

Number one: Dad had another family we didn't know about.

Number two: He wore very realistic contacts.

Number three: I'm going crazy.

I was leaning more towards number three. I don't know why I made such a big deal out of it, a lot of people had the same eyes. My mom and my sister both had green eyes. Why did it matter that Lance and I both had violet eyes? It just seemed like I found someone who knew me, and I knew him, from those two minutes of introductory. It seemed like instinct, I couldn't fight it. There was something very mysterious about them, and I was determined to figure it out.



"There was a new girl at school today." Daleena loved to inform me about her day on the way home from school. "She says she has older siblings going to Xeon High School. Did you have any new students?"

"In fact we did. Did she say what their names are?" I wasn't surprised. A lot of people have younger siblings.

"No, she just said she had a brother and sister in the eleventh grade at your school." She seemed kind of excited about meeting this girl.

"Well, look into it tomorrow." I talked with authority, even though that wasn't my intention.

"Kay." Her brief response made me think she knew something else, but I was never one to pry.



When I got home, there was a call. Mom picked it up.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Hello, Kendall."

My heart started to race. I needed to talk to him, but if Mom saw my determination to talk to him, she might think I betrayed her.

"Cut the small talk. What do you want?"

Silence again.

"I don't recall. When was this predicament?"

Silence.

"Yesterday? I wasn't around. I was um.. at the gym." Mom didn't want Dad to know she was stressing over the loss. She would never be the one to tell him she has to go through therapy and counseling to become sane, she didn't even like saying it in front of us even though we already knew.

Chatter Chatter.

"Yes, I'll tell her, but if she doesn't want to converse with you, I will not be the one to make her. Mark my words Kendall, no daughter of mine will be forced to talk to a hypocrite such as yourself." She sounded very angry, but when I turned the corner, I could see tears filling in her eyes. I wanted to hurt for her, I wish she wouldn't grieve anymore. I hated seeing my mother cry.



"Emily, I believe you have gotten a phone call. It was from your father. Now, he told me about the argument you had with him. So you don't have to call if you don't want to." She said as she handed me a piece of paper with a phone number on it. She was hoping I wouldn't want to. I could tell by the way she looked at me, and the way her voice sounded so stern and controlled.

"I don't plan on it." I lied. "Mom, I love you. Please don't cry." I gave her a hug.

"Darling, this man has been my life since I was about Daleena's age. " She was sobbing now. "I love you too, sweetheart, and your sister too, but there is no healing this wound. I have tried to be strong for you girls, but even hearing his voice shatters my heart once again." Her sincerity made me terrified to fall in love.



I had never loved someone other than family. I've always thought that guys were attractive, but it was never in my interest to date them. No one had ever really captured my emotions. It's weird because my mother had fallen in love so young, and I can't even find it in myself to date someone. I can never remember my reasons, but they are hidden far beneath the surface.



I shook off my thoughts and ran upstairs, to call my father. I dialed fast, probably dialing extra numbers accidentally because I was also shaking from excitement and anxiousness.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiiiiing.

Click.



"Emily, if this is you calling me, I need you to get out of that house. I need you to get as far away from human beings as possible. Soon! I love you."



It was his answering machine. Weird. Why did I need to get away from here? Where was I supposed to go? What was I supposed to do? Why did I have to get away from human beings?

My birthday is in three days. Why would I want to spend it alone?



I had so many questions and thoughts running and skipping through my mind. All I knew was that my father sounded very scared and sincere. I always believed my father, and he has never lied to me. Even after the divorce. So why the disbelief now?

I packed a pair of my favorite jeans, an old t-shirt, some under garments, and I went downstairs and shoved some snacks in the bag as well. I didn't know how long I was going to be gone, or if I was coming back at all, or where the hell I was going. I threw my hair up in a pony tail, slipped on my old sneakers, and pulled my Adidas hoodie over my head. I tried to slip out the door un-noticed, but of course...

"Em, where are you going?" Daleena looked absolutely terrorized. For what reasons, I had no clue.

"I don't know, Lee. I got a phone call. I have to get out of here, that's all. I'll be back, promise." I tried to sound convincing, it wasn't working so well. Tears were welling up in my eyes. My sister never saw me cry, so she knew something was up.

"Em, I want to go with you." She was crying now too. "You're crying, and you're paler than usual. You're my sister, I can't be left not knowing." She was sobbing now. It was a good thing Mom went to bed early.

"Daleena, I want you to go with me, but I was told to go alone." Not that I was specifically told, but Dad said to stay away from humans. She was human.

"But Emily..." She couldn't even look at me now.

"I love you, I will be back I promise. You need to take care of Mom. She needs you." Then a thought hit me. "Oh God. Mom."

"Yeah. What am I supposed to tell her?" She sounded aggravated now.

"Ummm.. Tell her I went to go look at colleges in Italy." Mom always knew I was determined to go to college there. I even had five thousand dollars saved up to go there, which probably wasn't enough, but I left it in it's hiding place anyways.

"And she's really going to believe that?" She made me feel horrible. "Fine! Go! Just leave us here." She wasn't very loud, but she definitely raised her voice. "Not only do you look like your father, but you're like him in every aspect. Especially when it comes to leaving your family behind!"

I was sobbing now. I couldn't tell her. Then she would insist on coming with me. I walked out the door, silently. Although my mind wasn't silent at all. I can't believe my father left me to deal with that. I was closer to my sister than anyone on this earth. Daleena was right though. It was just like Dad to leave like that. It hurt a lot to hear it from her though.



I threw my bag into the passenger's seat and I shut my door as quietly as possible. I started up the car, pulled out of the driveway and started driving. I had no idea where I was going, but that's why I took Dad's number. I pulled out my emergency cell phone and the folded piece of paper with the number on it. I started to dial.



Riiiiiiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiiiiiing.

"Hello?" It wasn't my father's voice. He sounded younger, like seventeen or eighteen. "Hello?"

"Um, hi. Is Kendall Rossdale available?" This is stupid.

"Um, no. This is Lance Wellings. I think you have the wrong number. Although your voice sounds vaguely familiar." I was astonished, why did he give me Lance's number?

"Hey Lance! It's Emily from Chemistry class." I felt a little shaky, and a little high pitched, so I swerved to the side of the road.

"Hello Emily. It's nice to talk to you. Kendall Rossdale is your father I presume?" He sounded so sure.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Rossdale is your last name." He sounded a little amused, as if it were a stupid question to ask.

"But, how did you know my last name?"

"Attendance, silly." Wow, I felt stupid. I could tell I was blushing. “Well, I don't mean to pry but do you mind if I ask why you called?"

"No, not at all." I lied. "I talked to him earlier." I lied again as I tried to gather another. "He told me to go to this place, I called for reassured directions." I was a horrible liar.

"Well, perhaps I can be of assistance?" It sounded like a question. Although, I knew it wasn't. He obviously insisted. "Well, look, meet me at the corner of Parkerson Avenue. I will be on foot."

"Lance, that's really not necessary." I argued, even though I knew it was no use. He had already hung up. So I started up the car again and fifteen minutes later I was at Parkerson Avenue looking straight at the gorgeous boy.



"Hey Emily, I hope this isn't too much of an inconvenience." He sounded very sincere as he hopped into the passenger seat.

"No, not at all, Lance." I tried to sound convincing.

"Okay, well on that note.." He paused to close the door. "would you care to stay for dinner as well?" He sounded so sweet and happy to see me. I felt like he was hypnotizing me with his gorgeous face.

I started to drive as I thought. "Sure, why not?" I actually sounded enthusiastic. Was I getting better at lying? "Which way to your place?"

"Take a right here." I drove straight and turned right where he pointed. It was ridiculously hard to pay attention to the directions he was giving me because I was strangely very focused and locked on his beautiful face.

"EMILY! Watch out!" Apparently I dozed off into space because next thing I knew we were driving off the road and he was swerving the wheel. "Dear, would you like me to drive us there?"

"Sure, that's fine." I tried not to sound too startled.

I pulled over to the side of the road trying not to run into a mailbox. Then as he opened the door and got out, I climbed over the arm rest and buckled myself into the passenger seat.

"Try not to have a heart attack over there, okay?" He chuckled as he opened the door and sat down in the driver's seat.

"Haha, you're quite the comedian. Just drive." I sounded angry, although that wasn't my intention. I was just easily embarrassed.

"Alright alright. My apologies, Emily." He sounded upset, and that made me feel horribly inhumane.



He drove straight for what seemed like a couple of miles. Then he took a left or two and we were sitting in front of a fairly good size house.

"I know it's not much, but we don't need much." It sounded like there was still a hint of sadness in his voice.

"No, really it's fine. I like the garden, it's a nice touch. Someone must have a green thumb?" I was trying to put a smile on his lovely face.

"Haha, that would be Vanice." He was smiling now. "She loves flowers, especially sunflowers. If you couldn't already tell?" He gestured towards the garden full of sunflowers.

"Just a bit." I giggled.

"Shall we?" I didn't even have time to answer, he was out of the car and opening my door.

What a gentleman.



When we walked through the door I could see Vanice. She was playing a beautiful tune on the violin. Then, next thing I knew, she was over in front of me.

"Hello, I'm Vanice. We never had a chance to formally introduce ourselves." She held out her hand for me to shake it.

"I'm Emily." I smiled and took her hand.

"I know." She smirked, giggled, and looked at Lance whom was smiling a bit and looking down at his shoes.

"Okay?" I was a little uneasy.

"Well, what would you like for dinner, Emily? It's your choice, you're the guest." It's amazing how kind they were.

"Honestly, anything is to my liking. Surprise me." Gosh, I hope that didn't sound fake.

"Hmmm.." Lance chimed in. "Spaghetti?"

"Yes, that would be delicious." Italian food was always my favorite.

"Spaghetti it is then!" Vanice sounded excited. "You guys go explore, I'm the chef tonight."

"Alright, Vanice. Don't have too much fun though. I'm cleaning the kitchen tonight." Lance sounded kind of scared.



He started walking me up the stairs taking me by the hand and leading the way.

"So where are we off to first?" I tried to sound kind of playful even though his hand touching mine gave me over fifty-million butterflies all over.

"Hmm... How about we start off with my bedroom since it's right here?" He gestured to the first door on the right as he turned the door knob and opened the door slowly.

"Haha, sure. Why not?" I felt kind of childish.



As soon as the door was completely open I saw a very clean, mature looking room. It was nice, but not something you would expect out of a teenage boy. There were no naked girl posters, girl's thongs laying around, or dirty clothes laying around. I was impressed.

"I try to stay neat and clean. This is where I spend a lot of my time, so I like to take good care of my 'chamber'." He said with a smile and chuckle. I laughed too.

"I must say, the cleanliness was the first thing I noticed." I said truthfully.

"I know, not something you would expect out of a teenage boy's room?" He said with a smirk.

"Definitely, not." Wow, that was weird.

"Off to the next best thing," He said as he closed his door. We walked down to the next door on the left, I was guessing this was Vanice's room. He opened the door and I saw purple, a whole lot of purple. Yep, this is Vanice's room.

"Lemme guess... Property of Vanice?" I said before we both busted into laughter.

"Haha, yes. I guess all the purple gave that away though. Her room is like a giant eggplant." We both started to laugh again.



He closed that door and we started to head back down the stairs, guessing nothing else upstairs was really of importance. He took me into the dining room where there was a small table with four chairs. Lance pulled out a chair out for me and I sat down. It couldn't have been but thirty seconds after he sat down, Vanice came out with the delicious smelling food.



"Enjoy! I hope you guys like it enough to have seconds because there is half a pot more in the kitchen." She said laughing as she sat our plates in front of us and took her seat across from Lance and me.

I took a bite.

"Wow, Vanice! This is delicious." Actually, it tasted rather strange.

"Thanks, Emily." She giggled as she took a bite.



I looked over at Lance and he was just glaring down at his food, he hadn't even touched his fork.

"Lance, aren't you hungry?" I asked trying to sound concerned.

"Yes, but I have too much on my mind at the moment." He sounded confused and strained.

"Like what?" I sounded like a bitch, even though I didn't mean to.

"Just things..." He got up and tucked his chair under the table. "Excuse me." He walked away from the table.



"What's wrong with him, Vanice?" I said as I looked over at her, she looked more beautiful than ever.

"I have no idea. He's like this every now and then. He usually keeps to himself, he finds it aggravating when people like to pry."

"Wow. Was I prying? Now I feel horrible." I sighed. "I'm going to talk to him and apologize."

"Suit yourself, although it's a brave decision, it's a very considerate one." I had no idea what she meant, but I didn't care. I felt horrible for prying into something that totally was no business of mine. I needed to apologize for that. So I got up, pushed in my chair, and walked up the stairs to his door.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

"What?" He sounded irritated.

"It's Emily. May I come in?" I felt like a mother chasing after her teenager like in those movies after they get into fights.

"Sure. I guess." That was him thinking "No!" but being nice.

I opened the door and saw him laying on his bed with a book in his hand. The cover read "Blood, Sex, & Monsters." It looked like a dark book.

"You asked if you could come in. Are you just going to stand in the hallway?" He had a sarcastic ring to his voice.

"Oh, sorry." I stumbled into the room and I half mindedly closed the door behind me. He sat up and patted the empty space beside him on the bed. I sat down.

"Lance, I'm so sorry that I tried to pry into your business. Vanice told me how much you hate it and I felt horrible." Wow, I sounded pathetic.

"Haha, it's alright, darling." He said sweetly as he brushed the hair out of my face and held his hand on my cheek. "You are so beautiful." He smiled. And I could feel a blush coming on. That was the first time I had ever heard a guy say that to me.

"You know what I thought the first day I saw you?" He said as he looked into my eyes.

"What?" I said softly.

"She is a gorgeous human being, I have to know who she is." I started to get redder and I couldn't help but smile.



And that's when he did it, he slowly pulled his face to mine and kissed me. I had always thought your first kiss was supposed to be absolutely amazing, but I guess I was wrong. There were no sparks flying or longing to kiss again, not like in the movies. I didn't know how to tell him it didn't feel right, so I decided not to.

"Oh my god! I have to go, I really have to go. My father is going to kill me." I tried to hurry myself out.

"Must you go so soon, my love?" He asked sincerely.

"Yes." I'm sure he could tell I was sweating and there was something I wasn't telling him.

"Emily?" He called as I was walking out the door, I turned around to look at him. "Please be safe, and do what your father asks of you. I'm sure he knows best." I was wondering why he sounded as if he knew the whole thing. I wasn't going to worry about that now though. So I nodded my head and walked out the door, down the stairs, and I see Vanice blocking the doorway. What could she want?

"Can we talk, Emily?" She asked sweetly but sternly.

"I really have to go, but..." I tried to argue.

"This will only take a minute." She made a hint of a smile and took my hand as she guided me into the living room.

"So, what's up, Vanice?" I tried to sound casual.

"Did my brother do anything to make you feel uncomfortable?" She sounded very concerned.

"Vanice, I really would rather not discuss things like that behind his back." I wasn't the type to backstab.

"Emily, this is my home too and I want you to be able to come and go as you please without feeling uncomfortable and without feeling like you have to fake feelings for my brother." It was as if she jumped into my mind and read my every thought. I didn't know what to do.... I broke down. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"It was my first kiss, and I felt so bad because I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I felt nothing. It was like kissing a puppy, you love your puppy but you're not in love with your puppy and there are no sparks when you kiss your puppy." I felt so stupid crying over something this petty.

"Emily, Shhh... Shhh. Look at me." She lifted up my chin with her index finger and thumb, and then began to hug me. "You are a very beautiful girl, inside and out. You shouldn't waste your time so much on thinking of others before yourself. Honey, it's not your fault you're not falling madly in love with my brother, it would be the first time he's heard it, but you should probably tell him. You don't deserve to settle for something less than what you want." I felt as if she knew me and my life story.

"Thank you. I have no idea what I want though." I still felt a little childish.

"Well think about it, Emily." She got up from the couch, I stood up too, she kissed me on the cheek, and walked me to the door.

"Thank you, Vanice. For everything."

"You're welcome." She smiled and I walked away as she closed the door. But just then I felt an urge to run back. Vanice told me to do what I want, and this is what I want, I can tell with every ounce of blood in me. It was all clear now.

Before I knew it, I whipped back around, knocked on the door, but still barged in and saw Vanice walking towards me.

"What are you doing, Emily?"

"What you told me to do." And that's when I did it. I grabbed her face between my hands and put my lips to hers. I felt myself get butterflies, and I felt like there were fireworks going off. This wasn't like a movie either, because it's usually a guy and girl, but I just wrote my own movie and there is going to be a long series of "Fortunate Events". After what seemed like only a few seconds, she pulled away.

"Umm.. Wow. Emily, um I guess that would explain why you and my brother aren't compatible." She sounded alarmed, confused, and a little disgusted. All of a sudden, I felt embarrassed.

"I should probably go, obviously this was a mistake." I huffed as I walked out the door. I started to feel tears filling my eyes, I felt so foolish to think that being a lesbian was my solution. I don't know what had gotten into me. So I started my car and sped away, far away.



My head was spinning, my heart was pounding, and I couldn't stop crying. I pulled over and called the number again, but I dialed carefully this time.

Riiiiiiing Riiiiiiing Riiiiiiing Riiiiiiing...

"Hello?" It was my father's voice.

Thank God!

"Hello, Dad?"

"Emily! Where are you?"

"Right now, I'm sitting on the side of the road in my car. Where should I go?" I was breathing really, really hard.

"Somewhere far away from civilization."

"Like where, Dad? Everywhere nowadays has some sort of civilization planted smack dab in the middle." I was getting frustrated.

"Then don't be smack dab in the middle. I have to go, love you kid. Bye."

Beep Beep Beep Beep...

He hung up.

"God damn it, Dad!" I was fuming. He really knows how to piss me off. I trust him with everything, but how am I supposed to trust something I know absolutely nothing about. I was tired of being left to try and figure everything out on my own, he did the same thing with the divorce. He didn't gave anyone a reason for his actions, he just left and sent Mom the papers.

Riiiiiing Riiiiiing Riiiiiing Riiiiiing.... I looked around for a minute to see that my phone was ringing, I answered it.

"Hello?" The number read private, so I had no idea who could be calling me.

"Hello, Emily." It was an unknown strange voice, it kind of scared me.

"Who's this?"

"The question is who are you?" They sounded very mysterious, like in the horror movies.

"You obviously already know who I am, you said my name. Stop playing games asshole, before I call the police. Who the hell is this?" I was starting to get scared and angry, not a good combination.

"Vulgarity is not the answer, young one. I wouldn't recommend calling the police either, they can't help what you are becoming."

Beep Beep Beep Beep...

They hung up.

"What the fuck?!?!" I screamed so loud I'm surprised the whole world didn't hear me. I had no idea who that was, what they wanted, or what they were talking about. Whoever it was, they obviously thought I was becoming something the police shouldn't know about. I thought to myself...

Maybe I should sleep on this. I picked up my phone again and started dialing the number I had miscalled earlier in the day. I probably shouldn't be calling after the incident, but I wasn't about to sleep in my car after that creepy phone call.

"Hello?" It was Vanice.

"Um.. hey. It's Emily." My palms got sweaty and my stomach felt achy.

"Hey, Em. What's up?" She called me Em. It didn't sound horrible it sounded even better than when Daleena had called me Em for the first time.

"I know you probably don't want to hear this right now, but I need a place to stay. I got this freaky phone call earlier and I don't want to sleep in my car." It was the complete and total truth, no borderline white lies.

"Emily, I welcomed you into our home once, a second time wouldn't hurt. You are welcome here anytime, with or without a phone call in advance." She sounded so sweet, I just wanted to hug her.

"Okay, I'm on my way." I tried not to sound too mesmerized.

"Em?"

"Yeah, Vanice?" My heart started to beat faster.

"I felt it too." Click.

She hung up, but I still had the butterflies. For once in my life I felt like everything was going completely right. Even though I ran away from home, even though her brother is madly in love with me, even though I'm getting strange phone calls, and even though my father is being a complete asshole, this is the only thing that matters. I found someone who makes me happy, and I make her happy too.

I started to drive back with a big grin on my face. When I pulled up into the drive way I saw someone pull back the curtains to look at who was pulling in. I turned off the car and took my bag out of the back seat and walked up to the door. I didn't even have to knock, Vanice ran and opened the door before I had even touched it.

For once, everything felt so right. She put her hand behind my sweaty neck and looked into my eyes as her face got closer to mine, I could feel her breath on my lips, I decided I couldn't wait any longer, I filled the gap and kissed her. This time, I didn't feel her pull away. I dropped my bag on the couch next to the door as I backed her into the house. She pinned me up against the inside of the front door, and I felt her hands drop to my hips. I felt my hands entwine into her blonde locks, I didn't mean to but I accidentally bit down on her lip, but I guess it was a mistake gone good because I heard a moan emerge from her throat. I felt her tongue trace my lips as she kissed me more firmly than ever before.

Vanice was much stronger than I had thought, she picked me up as she kissed me, like we were walking out of our wedding and carried me up the stairs to her bedroom. That's when it struck my mind...

"Lance!" I didn't mean to say it aloud, but it was hard to keep in.

"He's out." She went right back to kissing me after she said it, and I was fine with that. She laid me down on her bed and was on top of me kissing my neck. I could feel myself getting a little nervous because I had never done any of this before.

"Vanice?" I tried not to sound overwhelmed, but it was hard to hide the shakiness in my voice.

She stopped for a second and looked into my eyes and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry, love." She sounded so sincere and to my surprise, she didn't sound too disappointed either.

"No, I'm sorry, my inexperience and immaturity got the best of me." I felt kind of ashamed.

She sat up next to me and started playing with my hair. "Emily, you're not ready. It's nothing to be sorry about. You have a lot going on, I understand. Our relationship isn't going to be based on sex. To be honest, you are the first girl I have ever kissed, you are the first girl I have ever felt this way about. I had never once questioned my sexuality, until you came along. When you left, I thought I would never hear from you again, I cried and cried. When my brother came downstairs and asked me what was wrong, I couldn't tell him. I was worried he would be disgusted with me. I told him not to worry about me that I would be alright, I told him that I just missed an old boyfriend. He told me he loved me and that he was going to see a movie. Then you called, I felt myself get the butterflies and get weak in the knees. When I answered, I felt myself get trembly. I didn't know what to say so I tried very hard to compose myself. Emily, trust me when I say I have no intentions on hurting you. I have never felt this way about anyone ever before, not even a guy. I have never told any guy that I love them except for my brother. Emily, this may sound petty because we just met, but I love you." My stomach was in knots and I felt tears well up in my eyes. It felt so right to hear her say those three words.

"Vanice, I love you too." I had to say it, it just felt so right. "Promise me something."

"Sure, love."

"Promise me you'll never leave me." I said as I sat up to look at her.

"I, Vanice Wellings, promise to stay with you forever..." She started to inch closer to my face. "..and ever, and ever" Then once again she put her lips to mine. When she pulled away I couldn't help but smile. "Why so giddy?"

"Nothing." I never really liked to express my feelings, I always felt silly.

"Emily.." She lifted my face. "Please tell me, I love you." I smiled.

"I love you too, and that's it right there. Because I love you, it makes me happy. I feel like I'm not hopeless anymore, I feel... I don't know... Complete?" I kissed her on the cheek as she smiled. She turned around and flicked on the lamp, it had been so dark in the room that I could barely see her face, not that I needed light to know that she was beautiful. When she turned around and looked at me, I noticed something, something I hadn't noticed before, her eyes. Her brother's eyes were violet, but I never noticed hers because her glasses were tinted. She had violet eyes, just like me, just like Lance, just like my father. "Your eyes." I whispered.

"What about them?" She tried to hide them as she put on her glasses, as if there was some story behind them.

"They're violet just like mine. You and your brother both have violet eyes. I have never seen anyone else with such eyes except for my father." I didn't mean to sound accusing, but it seemed as though I came off that way.

"A lot of people have the same color eyes, Emily." She sounded upset.

"Vanice, what's wrong?" I touched her arm.

"Nothing, Emily." I knew she was lying through her teeth.

"Are you sure?" I tried to look at her face, but it was as if she was hiding. "They're beautiful, they suit you more than they do me."

"You don't even know the beginning of it." She started to sound very frustrated, I was beginning to think I should let it go.

"Vanice, if you don't want to talk that's fine. I'll go downstairs and sleep on the couch." I felt unwanted.

"No, Emily. That's not what I meant. It's complicated, I just... I can't talk about it. Please don't leave, I feel incomplete without you here." She sounded so sincere and innocent.

"It's alright, but just know that what you told me also applies to you. You can talk to me about anything at all costs." God, I love her so much.

"Okay, maybe we should get some rest." She sounded like she was avoiding conversation.

"Okay, Vanice. I love you, please know that." I took her by the back of the neck and first kissed her forehead, then her nose, and lastly her lips. She smiled.

"I love you too, Em." She flicked off the lamp and laid down. I laid down too, I felt her arm come across to hold me close to her. I felt myself get tired and close my eyes, it didn't take long for me to drift off.



"Emily, your time is coming." I turned to see Vanice standing in front of me with fangs and drenched in blood.

"Wha..What's going on, Vanice?" I was terrified.

"You will soon find out, my love." Even though she was drenched in blood, I couldn't help but fall for her sweet sincere words.

"Find out what, Vanice?" I wasn't as scared anymore.

"You turn eighteen in two days." She stated the obvious, but I knew there was more to it than that. She walked over to me and took both of my hands as she looked into my eyes with hers, "I love you." Then she bit through my skin on my neck, I started to scream, it hurt so badly.



Oh my god!

I sat up. It was daylight out which surprised me because I usually don't sleep through the night, but I had no idea what the hell that dream was all about. I turned my head to see if Vanice was still laying there, to my surprise she wasn't. There was a piece of paper folded in half sitting on her stand that read "My love, Emily" on the outside. I picked it up to read it's content.

"My dear Emily, I hope you slept well. If you are reading this I'm sure it has been made apparent that I am not there. I had to go for my morning run, I exercise on a daily basis. If you go downstairs, there is breakfast sitting on the breakfast bar, please eat all you want. Lance should be home around nine to nine thirty, so be ready for any questions he has to offer you. It is your choice on whether or not you would like to tell him the truth, I do not mind, I don't want to make this any harder for you than it has to be. I love you.

Yours Truly,

Vanice Wellings"

I got up and went downstairs to get some breakfast. I caught a glance of the clock, it read 8:53. I began to panic, I had no idea what I should or could tell Lance. If I told him the truth, he would think I used him and I would feel horrible for breaking his heart, but if I lie to him it would only make it harder on Vanice and I to keep our relationship. But maybe he wouldn't ask anything of it. I tried not to think about it, until Lance said something about it at least. Then I heard the door open and I heard footsteps coming into the kitchen. I was facing the opposite direction so he wouldn't see the panic in my eyes. I heard the footsteps get very close and then come to a stop right behind me. I felt two arms coming around me from both sides and I turned around to see my relief. It was Vanice. I kissed her gently.

"I was going into panic because I was afraid I would have to face Lance alone." I spoke the truth.

"Did you sleep well, love?" It seemed as if she was avoiding the fact that Lance either had to be lied to or told the truth.

"Not particularly, I've been having very odd dreams for a long time. I haven't really slept well since I turned seventeen." I felt silly.

"It was like that for me too when I turned seventeen." I was suprised, to be honest.

"Really? I thought I was the only one." I started to giggle a little bit. She looked at me as if it wasn't something to be laughing about, so I stopped.

"Em, your birthday is tomorrow right?" She sounded serious.

"Yeah, why?"

"Me, you, and Lance need to talk as soon as he gets home." I knew she wasn't kidding. I didn't know why we needed to talk about my birthday though. If we were going to have a party, I don't think she would sound so serious.

"Okay, but what about?" I was beyond confused.

"Em, lets just say that tomorrow you, Lance, and I will have more in common than anyone else in this town." I was starting to get worried.

"What the hell is going on, Vanice?" I nearly yelled it, but there was no need to try to get it out of her now. Lance had just walked through the threshold. They nodded at each other and we all sat at the table.

"Emily, there’s a reason your father told you to get away from all human beings." Lance said very professionally. I had no idea whatsoever how he knew about that, but he did. "Tomorrow you turn eighteen, and all those dreams will become somewhat of a reality." How did he know about my dreams? I had only told Vanice, and I didn't even tell her the content of them.

"Lance, how the fuck do you know all of this?" I was starting to get angry.

"Em, you think you are just another normal girl in a low population town, but you're not. There's a reason your father left your mother and it wasn't because he didn't love her, he loves her very much. It's more along the lines of he loves her so much it could endanger her life." Vanice spoke with confidence.

"Are you trying to say my father is a killer?" I thought for another split second. "Wait! How do you even know my father?"

"Emily, your father tried to tell you this when you yelled at him over the phone. You're a vampire." Lance said it, but I wish Vanice would have said it, it would have been much easier to believe.

"I'm a what!?" I was pissed. "You sat me down, got my mind running, and me all confused just so you could sit there and fuck with my emotions and thoughts!? Thanks guys, thanks a heap." I got up from the table, and tried to walk to get my stuff and leave, but Vanice stood in my way. "Vanice, move." I said it under my breath, I didn't want to yell at her.

"No, Emily. Would I lie to you? Lance is telling you the truth. Your father was turned into a vampire around the age of eighteen, his vampire desires didn't take root until eighteen years later, that's why he had to leave your mother, or else it would be endangering her life. Because he was a transforming vampire when he and your mother consumed you, it passed on to you and you would get your vampire desires at the age of eighteen." She sounded as if she really knew what she was talking about.

"So what about Daleena?" That was the only question I could stir up. I had no thought in my mind that said Vanice was lying to me.

"Only the first child gets the vampire desires. No one knows why, it's just how it is."

"So are you guys..." It took a second to actually say the word aloud. "Vampires?"

"Yes, we are. The only reason we both have the desire is because we are twins." I don't see how anyone could make all this up on the spot, and for what cause? I had no choice but to believe her.

"So what happens now? Do I have to sleep a certain way? Do I have to say a certain prayer?" I was being serious, but they were laughing at me.

"No, Em. Your regular routine, except there is a rule that you can't be around a human being for a week after your transformation and that you have to sleep with an animal of some sort just in case you get hungry." That's when I heard a meow from the box that Lance brought home.

"Oh my gosh! You've got to be kidding me?" I couldn't even think of sticking a needle in a kitten, let alone my teeth.

"Emily, listen to us. It's either that kitten or a person?" Lance said it, and that's probably why it made me much angrier.

"So you think an animal's life is less important than a human's?!" I was yelling.

"Emily, we are doing what we have to until you can control your hunger. If you threaten the life of a human, not only do you risk exposing all vampires, but you risk your life, and maybe some jail time and scientific testing . People read and watch movies about vampires, they will try any way they see or read about to try and kill us all, silver bullets, wooden stake, drowning us, or even throwing us in a fire. It would be like another Salem Witch Trial." Vanice was trying to keep me calm with logic.

"I guess you're right, but can you do me one favor?" This probably wouldn't help much, but at least I know I didn't kill the kitten.

"Yeah, sure." They both agreed.

"Kill the kitten first, I don't want to be the one to take it's life." Sometimes I hated being an Animal's Rights Activist.

"Sure." Vanice smiled as Lance laughed. "But eventually you will need to learn to kill, but that will come with the desires."

"I can't believe I'm going to be such a monster." I shivered at the thought of killing an animal, myself.

"Emily, it's your life or theirs." Vanice was once again being logical.

"You're right, but can you tell me something?" I really didn't care at that point, who answered my questions.

"Sure, doll." To my surprise, Lance spoke up.

"Doll? Hmm... Okay?" I paused to giggle a second. "Anyways, how can Vampires be killed?"

"Well, there’s a variety of things." He paused to start listing them. "Too much early exposure to sun light is one. Basically meaning, as a new Vampire you are still adapting and you can't go into the sunlight very often. We can be stabbed with a wooden stake, but our corpse has to be cut up immediately and burned. There are many other ways, but nothing you need to worry about. They are way too complicated and dangerous for a human to take on." Lance sounded incredibly smart.

"I see. So I can't step out of the house for how long?" I loved the outdoors.

"A week, give or take. It all depends on how much sunlight we let in the house at a time. You have to gradually set yourself in the sun. It's about adapting, you can't just jump in the sun and expect not to be burnt. Every day for a week we will begin to let more and more sunlight in at a time, seeing how you react. By the end of the week if it seems as though you are still too vulnerable to go out in the sun, we will extend your recovery time." Vanice had answered me that time and I was glad because she is a lot more soothing, even though nothing could sooth me completely in this condition.

"Emily, if there is anyone you want to say goodbye to, I would go do it now. You won't be able to see them again, at least not for a while. You are going to look a lot different after your transformation." Lance said it that's why I didn't think he was serious.

"What?! You're saying I can't see my mother or sister ever again?!" I was pissed.

"Well, not until you've had time to change. When you transform your eyes will turn an auburn color and they will slowly fade back to violet when you aren't as "blood thirsty". When you are first transformed, blood is essential, more than if you were an older Vampire. Your hair color will turn darker, it will turn black. It will eventually fade back as you go into the sun more. And you will be paler than what you are now, almost transparent. That's one thing that will not change." Vanice explained to me.

"So.. what do I tell them?" I was blank.

"I have an idea." Vanice said with a smirk.

"And what's that, Vanice?" Lance seemed pretty curious, almost as much as I was.

"Well in order for me to explain it to you, Lance we have to tell you something first." Vanice said it looking directly at me. My heart started to beat faster and my palms got sweaty, I felt like I was going to pass out.

"Oh... yeah." Was all I could gather to say, I was hoping she would explain it.

"Well, Lance, you know how you made the move on Emily?" She was still grinning as if this was some sort of amusement to her.

"Yes, I do recall. Why?" He sounded confused.

"Well, don't do it anymore." Vanice talked with authority.

"I wasn't planning on it, it seemed as if she had no interest in me afterwards. I respect that." He sounded sincere.

"Okay good. Lance, she's a lesbian." That's when my eyes got big and I was in shock that she used the term.

"Um.. Wow. I wasn't expecting that one." He was shocked. "I can read Emily's mind, but I didn't read that." I had no idea what he meant by that.

"That's because when you were around I kept her mind on other things." She paused. "But Lance, there's more."

"Okay."

"Lance, I'm a lesbian." She paused. "I'm a lesbian for Emily. She is my girlfriend." She said it loud and proud with confidence, it made me feel good.

"Wow, um... I don't know what to say. Congratulations? I'll be right back." He got up from the table and went to his room. He was upset.

"That went well." Vanice said with a smile.

"No it didn't! He's upset!" I don't see how that went well.

"Well at least he didn't flip the table. That's what he did when he found out that I lost my virginity." I started to giggle.

"Okay, maybe that did go over well then. But you still didnt tell me what we're going to say to my mom and Daleena?"

"Easy. You're turning eighteen that means legally, you're an adult. Bring me with you, we sit down, and you tell her that your gay and you're going to Niagara Falls to marry me, and were going to move to New York and get everything set up and that we need time to plan things out."

"She's going to want an invitation to the wedding." I was kind of iffy.

"I know." She said with a smirk.

"Wait, did you just propose to me?" I was smiling now.

"Without a ring? No." She pulled a blue velvet box from her right pocket and got down on one knee. "Now I am proposing to you. Emily Jaclyn Rossdale, will you marry me?" I was trying not to cry, but it didn't work.

"Yes!" I nearly screamed it as tears rolled down my face. She got up and slid the beautiful diamond ring on my finger. She gently moved the hair from in front of my eyes and wiped all my tears off my face.

"Don't cry, dear. I love you, I want to be with you forever." I smiled.

"I know, I'm just so overwhelmed. I love you too, Vanice." I whispered as I kissed her, she kissed me back. I felt her hands go up the back of my shirt and trace my back. I didn't feel nervous anymore, I felt anxious. She stopped kissing me for a second and looked at me with questioning eyes, I nodded. She picked me up, and she brought me upstairs to her room. She laid me down on the bed and laid beside me, kissing me with a lot of power. Finally she rolled over on top of me and I felt her bite my lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make me moan. I rolled over to switch positions and I began to kiss her neck. She was breathing really hard. I felt her playing with the button on my pants and move her hands up to pull my shirt over my head. I opened my eyes and stopped kissing her neck for a split second and she picked me up over her and threw me on the bed next to her and crawled on top of me once again. She sat up straddling me and tore her shirt off. She leaned back down and began to kiss me once again. I reached my arms around her to unhook her bra. I was astonished to see a set of very beautiful pale breasts. I pulled her towards me and began to kiss her from her lips down to her belly button. I could hear her straining to control herself and let me make the restrictions.

"Vanice, you have no restrictions, sweetheart." I figured it would be a nice piece of information.

"Good." She whispered as she unhooked my bra and tore off my bottoms. I felt her struggle to take off her sweatpants, she succeeded though. We were both only in our underwear, I felt her pull the comforter over our heads as she traced my bikini line with her fingers. My anxiousness took the best of me and finally I tore off the rest of what I was wearing and her little bit of clothing too. I had only heard of how lesbians have sex, but I had never done it.

I rolled over to be on top of her once again and I began to kiss her forcefully. I felt her hand go someplace that no hand had ever been before. My knees began to shake underneath me and I felt her go inside of me. It hurt a little, but only for a second. I felt a moan emerge from my throat and I had to stop kissing her because it felt too sensational. She flipped me on my back because she felt my knees shaking and got on top of me. My moans began to get louder. She stopped and began to kiss me. I began to try to return the favor. I had no idea what I was doing, but from what she says, neither did she. I heard her moan and what sounded like a groan. I felt her claw at my shoulders. I stopped and she began to kiss my lips, then my neck, each breast, and when she got down to below my belly button she stopped and I felt something wet where her hand had been before, a tongue. I began to breath heard and tryed not scream. It felt better than anything I had ever felt before in my life, I felt a big moan emerge. Then when I couldn't hold it in any longer, I screamed. She began to kiss her way back up. I flipped us to where I was on top again. I began to kiss her and finger her once again. I kissed my way down as I kept on, and I felt her get goose bumps when I kissed below her belly button. I let my hand continue as I led my mouth to where it was. She began to breath really hard and she began to claw my back. I licked my way up and began kissing her breast.

Out of nowhere we heard the door fling open and something crash to the floor and break. Vanice picked me up and layed me beside her as she peeped her head out of the covers to see who it was and what they wanted.

"For God's sake, Lance! This better be good." She sounded furious.

"Vanice, If you guys are going to talk to her mother you better go now. I'm sure her mother would like you to stay a while before you "leave" and after that we need preparation time. I'm sorry I interrupted, but I think this is a hell of a lot more important." He sounded furious as well, and I think I heard a hint of jealousy. Finally I popped my head out from under the covers and added my two sense.

"Jesus Christ, Lance! You could have knocked!" I was highly peeved. Finally he rolled his eyes and slammed the door as he walked out of the room.

"Well, we better get going. He may have interrupted intentionally, but he has a point." Vanice said trying to be smart.

"I guess you're right." I lied, but I didn't want to argue with her.



After we got freshened up, we got in my car and I drove us to my house. Vanice said that she had to really restrain herself because my mother and sister smelled so good, just from outside.

"Are you sure you are going to be able to do this, Vanice?" I asked her. I really didn't want a decapitated mother and little sister.

"Yes, I'm positive. I'm not going to make you do this on your own." She was so sweet.

"Okay, but can you do me a favor?" This idea just hit me, and would top it all off.

"Anything for you, doll." She said as she kissed the back of my hand.

"Use an Italian accent? I told them I was going to Italy to look at colleges and if you used an Italian accent it would make it look like I did go to Italy and I met you there." It was perfect, and she knew it too. Vanice was smirking as she nodded.

We both stepped out of the car and slammed the car doors behind us. We grasped hands as we walked up to the door and I rang the doorbell even though it was my house. I had to break the habit of walking in though, because I wasn't going to be living there much longer. I heard footsteps get closer to the door. I saw the doorknob turn and the door fly open with my mother standing under the threshold. She leaped across to throw her arms around me in tears.

"Emily! I have been worried sick about you. Your sister said you had gone to Italy to look at colleges, but I would have thought you would have called me." I started to think of an excuse.

"Mom, the phone charger broke in my bag and phone calls at the hotel cost a fortune." I was getting better at lying.

"Okay, dear. You're here now, and that's all that matters." She said as she grasped both shoulders and looked into my eyes.

"Ahem" Vanice coughed.

"Oh, hello. This is?" My mother asked as she looked at me.

"I'm Vanice. You must be Zsofia, Emily's mother. She has said so much about you." Vanice said sweetly in her Italian accent.

"Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, Vanice. Would you both like to come in?" She said as she gestured us into the house.

"We would be pleased." Vanice said in her accent as she winked at me behind my mother's back. My mother led us into the living room and we sat on the love seat as my mom sat in the recliner.

"Where's Daleena?" I asked. It was odd for her not to be at home.

"She's upstairs sleeping. She hasn't been feeling too well. She said she has been having nightmares and headaches." It sounded oddly familiar, but I ignored the fact.

"Could you get her for me, mom? We have an announcement." I tried not to sound too suspicious.

"Sure, sweetheart." She said as she looked questioningly at me when she walked by to the upstairs. Vanice and I waited on the couch for about five minutes before we heard two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs. When my mother sat down in the recliner, Daleena sat down on the arm of it. She looked oddly different. She looked a lot paler than usual, but Mom did say she was sick. She had her hood of her jacket up and was wearing sweatpants. It wasn't like her to mope around like that, but I can blame myself for that one.

"Mom, Daleena, we have an announcement and we would like you to keep an open mind and not judge. Please understand that our minds are made up. Okay?" I said. Even though I knew my mom would argue.

"Okay dear." My mom answered with a smile as Daleena just nodded.

"Mom, Vanice and I are getting married." I said bravely. Vanice could obviously tell how tense I was and took my hand.

"Zsofia, please understand that I love your daughter very, very much. I would never do anything to hurt her." She said, trying to save my ass.

"Married? You're so young, Emily. I have no doubt in my mind that you love each other, but I don't want you to end up like me, Emily." She said very concerned.

"Mom, I won't. Girls function differently than men. We are not sure when were having the wedding yet, but we're settling down in New York and when the wedding comes around we will get you a plane ticket and everything for Niagara Falls." I was shocked that she hadn't said anything about me marrying a girl.

"Sweetheart, I am happy for you both, I really am. Please understand that I am just looking out for your best interest." She said as she started to tear up. "My little girl is growing up so fast."

"Wait, so you don't have a problem with Emily being married to another female?" Vanice sounded as shocked about that as I did.

"No, not at all. I will accept my daughter for who she is and whatever gender she likes, male or female." She said with a smile and two tears running down her cheek.

"I am proud to call you my future mother-in-law." Vanice said as she walked over and hugged my mother. Mom started sobbing as she hugged Vanice back. I was surprised at how composed Vanice was even though she wanted to tear my mother's throat out with her teeth.

"Daleena, are you okay?" I asked. She looked like she was going to throw up her own stomach.

"No." She whispered quietly as she ran up the stairs to her room. I followed after her, it seemed like Vanice had my mother handled. Lee got upstairs faster than I had thought. She already had the door shut and locked. I stopped in front of it and knocked. She didn't answer me.

"Daleena?" I said with my cheek up against the door, hoping she had heard me.

"What do you want, Emily?!" She sounded furious.

"Can I please come in, Lee?" I tried to keep my cool.

"Don't call me that!" She was definitely angry. "And no, you can't come in."

"Daleena, what's gotten into you?" I was starting to get really upset. She came and opened the door and stood in the doorway to talk to me.

"No, Emily. What's gotten into you?!" She paused for a second to explain her rhetorical question. "First you run off without a reason, now you make up some fake excuse to run away again. I mean, Emily, did you really have to stoop as low as pretending to be a lesbian? That would insult some people." She was really hurt. I could tell she missed me and was still going to miss me.

"Daleena, I'm not pretending. I love Vanice with all my heart. She is the first and last person I am ever going to be with." She pulled off her hood for me to see her tear-filled sapphire eyes. That's when I remembered that Daleena had green eyes.

"Em, I don't want you to leave me again. You're my big sister and I can't live without you." I was listening to her, but at the same time I was trying to figure out the reasoning to her eye color. It seemed that eye color was something that had intrigued me, lately.

"Daleena, you won't have to live without me. It's not like I'm disappearing off the face of the planet." I was trying to hold back the tears.

"You're lying. You won't be back and if you do come back it's only to manipulate and then leave again. I refuse to let myself believe that you are nothing like Dad, because you are exactly like him, Emily. I know more than you think I do, I may be here with Mom, but I'm not as naive as she is." It sounded as if she knew everything.

"I... I got to go." I was scared, more scared than ever before. I ran down the stairs and just saw my mother in the recliner. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek as I walked out the door. Vanice was sitting in the driver's seat with the car started up and ready to go. I walked around to the passenger side and got in. I slammed the door and started to cry. It was hard for me to keep my emotions locked up.

"Emily, your sister isn't human." Vanice said calmly looking straight forward into the windshield. It was as if she was in a trance, but I knew she wasn't.

"What do you mean? I thought you said only the first child gets the vampire desires?" I was confused.

"Emily, vampires are not the only ones of the Dark World." I hadn't heard her mention that phrase before.

"The Dark World?" I paused. "What do you mean?" I was concerned and confused now.

"I'll tell you when we get to the house. She can probably sense your fear." Vanice had said it, but I wish she hadn't. I had so much running through my mind. My sister was something and it wasn't human, it worried me. My sister was the person who I cared about most on the entire planet. If whatever she was, was harming her, or the people around her, I had no idea what I would do.



When we pulled up to the house the sun was starting to set but I knew I had plenty of time, the transformation doesn't take place until midnight. When we got out of the car and walked up the steps into the house, I didn't even have to ask.

"Your sister is a witch." Vanice said it with great confidence. She knew what she was talking about, but I still bravely questioned it.

"What? Like, what kind of witch? I've seen movies and shows but... which most relates?" I spoke the words from my exact mind set.

"Like casts spells, controls minds, destroys demons, and brews potions kind of witch." She pretty much narrowed it down.

"Should I be afraid of her?" I was completely confused.

"You definitely should. Emily, she knows you are transforming tonight. She knows everything. That is why this is extremely hard for her. She loves you, Emily, but her job is to destroy "demons" and Vampires are considered a demon of some sort. This is the exact reason why she absolutely despises your father. Her eyes are turning sapphire because she has recently casted her first spell." Vanice paused to release a huge puff of air. "She casted a spell on you. It's a prevention spell. She is trying to prevent you from receiving your Vampire Desires." I was still trying to process.

"So, will her spell work?" Those were the only words I could come up with.

"I don't know. Lance would be the one to ask about that." I really didn't want to talk to Lance at the moment. Especially after his big interruption this afternoon. I was still highly peeved.

"I guess. Could you call him down here?" I asked giving her a look that made her smile and nod as she yelled for him to come downstairs. We heard footsteps fly down the steps and stop right in front of us. Lance looked as if he had been crying. I didn't even want to think about why.

"Lance, you know more about Witches and their work than I do. So we need your help." I could tell Vanice was trying to ignore the tears in his eyes as well.

"What kind of trouble did you two get into with a Witch?" He sounded extremely congested.

"My sister is a witch." I said bluntly.

"Oh wow. So.. Um.. What do you need to know, Emily?" He said as if he was trying to sound concerned.

"She casted a prevention spell on Emily." Vanice said for me.

"The worst it could do is delay the transformation. It will be complicated now. She must be new to this. Which means she must have recently discovered her Witch Powers." We didn't even have to ask, Lance knew what we were getting at.

"So how do we know when I will get my Vampire Desires?" I asked.

"When you start craving blood and start showing a vulnerable side towards daylight." Lance paused. "Oh and when your insides feel like they are being ripped through your nostrils." They had never mentioned that part before.

"What? You never said anything about it being painful." I said very concerned now. I never dealt with pain easily.

"Emily, that should have been obvious. But, your sister just made it more painful because now you won't be in your deep sleep. There may be some malfunctions as well but nothing too severe." Lance was still being informative.

"What? What kind of malfunctions?" I was highly concerned for my safety at this point.

"Minor ones." Vanice chipped in, glaring at Lance. I knew there was something they weren't telling me.

"Like?" Now I was definitely trying to pry. This was my life, wait no, my immortality at stake.

"Umm..." Vanice was looking down at her shoes now.

"Vanice! Lance!" I screamed. "What the hell is going on?!" I was scared now.

"Your sister could have transformed you into something other than a vampire."

"What the hell do you mean something other than a vampire'!?" I was furious and tired of prying answers out of them.

"Emily, you could become an Aswang." Lance said looking at his shoes.

"What's an Aswang?" I said trying to sound calm.

"An Aswang is a creature that developed in the Philippines. The Aswang is much more dangerous than a Vampire. They have wings like a bat and can fly. Although only their torso can fly leaving their bottom half laying in their bed. An Aswang can take on the shape of any animal, but during the day they are like any other normal person. At night the Aswang is uncontrollable, they will feed first by eating the heart and then the intestines. Aswangs also love to feed on unborn children." She paused and breathed for a second, as if she had read a run on sentence out of a book. "Aswangs are very unusual now in the Dark World, almost extinct, but this spell put upon a transforming Vampire can result in that." Vanice explained to me with tears in her eyes.

"What?! You're saying I could turn into more of a monster than I'm already going to be, tonight?!" I was entirely pissed off but very scared as well.

"Don't yell at us, Emily. We just tell you the facts and information." Lance said in defense.

"Emily, it is on a very rare occasion that this happens." Vanice said trying to calm me down. It wasn't working.

"I'm sorry, I'm just terrified. I was already scared enough to go through the change and now I have to deal with the worry of becoming an Aswang as well." I paused to search for more questions that needed answers. "How do I know if I'm transforming into an Aswang?" I asked looking at the both of them.

"Emily, to be honest with you, I have no idea." Vanice said through her tears. She was scared for me, and although she should be, it was sweet that she cared so much.

"I know one person who would know." Lance said with a smirk.

"Who?" I had wondered who he could be thinking of. Vanice and Lance exchanged glances and I could tell they were thinking of someone I knew.

"Your father." Vanice said looking sternly at me.

"How would my father know so much about it?" I asked, questioning my father's knowledge.

"He was almost turned to one." Lance said looking at his shoes.

"Why? By who? Why wasn't he turned?" I had a lot of questions floating through my head and no answers.

"Well the who should answer your why." Lance said trying to sound smart. "A witch had tried to cast a prevention spell on your father during his change. Your father has not told us who and refuses to tell us such information." Lance paused. "But, your father wasn't turned because he did the only thing that will save you from a spell, and that is to kill the witch who cast it." I was suddenly astonished that in order for me to save myself, I would have to kill the person who has been there for me through everything.

“You expect me to kill my own sister?” I questioned with tears filling my eyes.

“We don’t expect you to do anything, Emily. The choice is yours we cannot make it for you.” Lance said emotionlessly.

“What if the spell didn’t work? She is a new witch and everything, what if she did it wrong?” I asked hopefully.

“Emily, dear, the stakes are high. She could have messed it up, but if she did it was because she was either really inexperienced or because she wasn’t focused on her goal.” Vanice answered with concern on her mind and hope written in the glisten of her eyes.

I couldn’t take it anymore, tears began to roll down my cheeks and snot began to flood my nostrils. I walked out of the “meeting” and got into my car to drive away, as far away as I could be.

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darkmessiagh
05:20 Jun 09 2010

I like it. Its extermly different but thts a good thing. The same old vampire books are getting old. I whould very much like updates on your book and will buy a copy when you finish.

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