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Aya ran as fast as she could to escape the crowd persuing her. She lept over a park bench and ran through a line of bushes. Finally she stopped and turned around. No one was in sight. Still tense, she climbed a tree and took a deep breath. As she did, a rustling in the bushes. She quieted herself and watched as a gorgeous boy dressed all in black stepped up to the tree she was hiding in and smiled up at her. "Hello there. Why are you in that tree? What if you fall?" He asked her. Aya knew that he hadn't been one of the one's chasing her, so she told him her situation: She was a new girl at the school, but she was American. The kids here in England didn't much care for her. They thought she was stuck up, but really, she was only shy. They'd disliked her now for a week. Today she made a big mistake, though. A group of the kids had chased her, threatening to harm her, so she'd run off and was now hidden here. He looked worried for her and seemed to be thinking about something. "Aya, right? Well, come with me, I'll see you off safetly. Just follow me..." He took her hand to help her down. Her breath caught. She was intigued by him and his charms. She expected him to let go as soon as she'd gotten down, but he held tight to her. "Don't let your girlfriend see this..." she joked, knowing that a boy as lovely as he was would have a girlfriend. He laughed a soft chuckle. "My girlfriend? I don't have one. I rather had hoped for one girl, but..."They walked in silence for a time. After a long while, they came to an alley. Aya was still fifteen minutes from her new home. She had been walking for a very long time with this boy. Strangely, she barely remembered anything...As they stood in the darkened alley, the boy grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. She had expected a kiss. Instead, a cold, sharp knife sliced into her ribs and a hand muffled her scream. Soon she was dead. The boy laughed and lit a candle. The bodies of a middle aged woman, a very young little boy, and the freshly slain girl. He waved his hand in the air. Two shadows materialized and picked up the young boy and the woman. He took the girl. Yes, this would be enough for tonight. Only if the others got the same amount of game he had, though. If so, there would be feasting in the great hall tonight...

I couldn't take it anymore. Mum was yelling again, Dad was agreeing, and I was sitting there all by myself. I felt like I was trying to hold back an entire army with just myself and a door with a broken lock. I was all alone in the world. The yelling stopped finally. I took the chance to escape it and ran to my big, dark room. I threw myself onto my black bed coverings and cried and cried. Who could be happy with my life? When you got called fat and ugly and so many other things at school and then came home to the same torments? I mentally slapped myself for complaining, though. Why should I? I looked around my room. Everything I could want. Black bed, black chair, dark wood desk, huge colset, big TV, stereo, mirror, lots of clothes...but material objects can't make up for love and kind words and affection. I'd never had any of them. I was the dark outcast of the town. Who'd want to hang out with someone like that? And then, there they were. Those lovely silver blades, the black handles, the sharp points...I grabbed them and cut. I cut until I saw my blood pooling around me on my pillow, darker than the black sheets. I laughed and laughed with the joy and excitement of it all. Finally I could feel! The scissors showed me all the love I'd need. Or so I thought. I got dizzy and I couldn't feel my limbs. Everything went darker thanmy room already was. I fell to the soft sheets that awaited me, already stained with my blood. Hours later I awoke to see a strange figure bent over my wrist and the cuts. As it noticed I was awakening, it straightened until I could clearly tell it was a boy. A candle was lit and shone light upon his face. Ghost white with long black hair and deep, dark eyes. He was tall, and must have been a few years older than my own 15 years of age. He was beautiful to me, standing there dressed all in black and staring longingly...but something was wrong.My blood stained his mouth, his lips red with the liquid. I gasped. He placed a finger to my lips and murmered some words and I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke in the morning, I was terribly weak. I decided to stay in bed. But the more I lay there, the more I remembered...the boy from last night, the cuts...blood...darkness...and some kind of ceremony? I decided I was just tired and fell asleep all day. I woke to the sound of silence and moonlight streaming through my window. And there he was...He looked like a dark prince from the Shadowlands or something. He held out his hand, but I drew back from it. He smiled, showing off his pearly white fangs. " You are mine now. I claimed you last night. Our blood runs together, now. So no matter how you fight this, I'll have you." he said as he pierced me with his stare. I understood, though. I was his and had no choice. And who'd really care about me anyways? At least this boy seemed to. I took his hand and he lifted me up to the window sill. We seemed to float on clouds, but I couldn't tell, as we sped past my home and far away to a huge stone manor. He showed me the room we'd share. An enormous gothic room with a bed that went on forever, covered in black sheets and pillows and draped with balck curtains that hung from the cathedral-style ceiling. The furniture was dark wood, and the floor was black marble. It was beautiful, and I immediately fell in love with it. The whole house was like the bedroom I was to sleep in. And this bedroom is where I'm writing the story down right now.