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(A/N: this is the result of watching interview with a vampire more than 20-40 times….hehehe…. yeah the story is slash and not sure what else)



A Vampire’s Love



“Why are you here” I ask the roaming figure in my bedroom



“I came to finish what I started” it said and walked into the light of the lamp by my bed, he was an attractive young looking man about 5’10” blue eyes and pale marble skin that made his rosy lips stand out even more. “I came to give you the same choice I was given, to died as a mortal or live as one of my kind”



I laid there weak from the amount of blood taken from me the other night, barely able to feel the sensation of his fingers running through my raven hair and neck where the puncture wounds remained.



“Dear Coden, have you left this world already my love?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice



With heavy laden eyes I look up only to be lost in those sapphire blue eyes that seemed to never end, and smile and much as I could in my weaken state.



“If I do choose your life Gavin, what will happen then? Will you leave me like you did in your mortal life?” I asked in a hoarse voice



He looked away for a moment, a pained expression stayed in his eyes. On the verge of tears, Gavin spoke in a hushed voice, so very close to my lips.



“No, only if you wished it to be that way, then and only then I would leave your side” he said



Thinking for a moment I managed a small nod and he bent low to once again bite into my warm flesh and drink the little blood left in me. Brushing stray hairs, he slowly moved his thumb across the small wounds there. Blue and red veins could be seen underneath the papery tissue as he proceeded to finish his work.



“Ugh” I moan as hormones rush though my body and trick me to thinking that pleasure was coming from the draining of blood instead of pain and more weakness.



Bump. Bump. Bump. Steadily the beating of my heart slows till in beats no more. Looking over my body Gavin slit his wrist, and opened my mouth so I could receive the life giving blood that would complete the transformation from mortality to immortality. Jerking spasms filled my body; bodily fluids rush out for they had no use in my new life. Food that was to give me strength flowed out through my mouth and emptied on the floor by the bed. During all this Gavin sat by my side telling me things like ‘don’t be afraid’, and ‘it is just a moral death ’. Still fear ran through me as the spasms stopped and I lay there my eyes closed barely breathing.



va: 2nds chap coming soon...

A/N: ok I have rewritten this story soooo many times I’m surprised that it still has the same plot… if it had one to start with…..I have no clue if that made sense but oh well!!



White Rose Killer



“Do you remember where you were last Monday??” the psychologist asked



She sat on the couch trying hard to remember the night but nothing came up. All that came to mind was the murder she was accused of.



“No” she answered again



How many times had she been asked the question or some thing like that?? She couldn’t remember



He sighed and dug around in a drawer for something.



“Is it alright if we try something new??” he asked and held up a black crystal on a chain.



“Sure” she said



“Ok now follow the crystal and listen to me voice” he instructed



She did so



“Think back to Sunday what happen?” he asked



“I did a spell….” She said in a far off voice



“A spell?? What kind of spell??” he asked. He didn’t believe in that kind of stuff. To him it was superstition and nothing more.



“The spell was to invoke a spirit…I need her to help me with a problem I had with something…” she answered



“Did it work??” he asked



“I…I…I think so” she said



“How do you know??” he asked



“Once the spell was done I found myself on the floor, with a terrible headache….then she spoke to me…”she said in the same distant voice



“She?? Can you tell me what happen after that??” he inquired



“It was dark outside and the spell took a lot of my energy so I fell asleep….I woke up the next day around noon, I remembered I had to meet my band for practice so I hurried up and got dressed. When I got there, I was 15 minutes late but no one took noticed…we stayed there till 5:30 pm. I went home and fell asleep again...” she described the day.



“Then what?” he pushed. He was to the night of the murder. Only a few hours…he had to find out what happen!



“I…I…I don’t know” she said



“Try to remember!!” he shouted. His patience with her was wearing thin.



“I CAN’T!!! NO!!!” She screamed



Her breathing became hash and fast, as if she was fighting something inside her. Finally she seemed to calm down.



“Hello” she said in an accent



“Hello” he said back



Could this be the spirit she talked about?? He asked himself



“Can I ask if you know who did this?” he asked and showed her a photo of the crime scene.



He knew it wasn’t professional to show any pictures of the crime scene photos to the accused but he felt as if he had to figure it out. Could she really be able to channel a spirit?



“I don’t know can you” she giggled



“Oh…may I ask you” he corrected himself



“Me” she said with a giggle



This took him but surprise. Was it true that a spirit could take over a person and kill another person?



“And who are you?” he asked



“Ivy Johnson” she answered



“Ivy Johnson?!?! The White Rose Killer?!!” He exclaimed in surprise



Ivy smiled



“You know who I am?” Ivy asked



“Of course…you were a mass murder a few years back. For every person you killed, you laid a white rose on their grave. Your face covered the papers for weeks!! Then you just disappeared” he said



“Yes…I died…” Ivy said staring intently at him



Ivy motioned for him to come closer and he did.



When he did she looked at him with a seductive smile.



How could she have been a killer? He thought.



Slowly they moved closer together until their lips were nearly touching. Suddenly he felt a warm wet sensation running down his neck. Blood. She had slit his throat when he thought she was going to kiss him… His body fell onto the floor, blood pooling around the death blow.



Ivy laughed loudly then passed out on the couch



“No, No” she chanted when she woke up “not again”



“Yessss” Ivy hissed inside her head



“Why? With what?” she asked



“He learned the truth! That’s why, you know no one can know...look in your hand” answered Ivy



She looked in her hand…a bloody blade



“Shit” she said as she wiped the of any finger prints from it and placed in his hands so it looked like suicide.



“Don’t forget to clear his date book and the tape” reminded Ivy



“Right” she cleared it the date book, then the took the tape too and wiped the prints again



Hours later the corpse was found in his office. The next day the headlines were:



“Psychologist takes his own life”



She walked to the newsstand and then to the floral shop. Walking into the cemetery she laid white roses on two freshly dug graves.



‘No one must know” she said with a tear



“No one must know” echoed Ivy as ‘they’ left the cemetery.



A/N; should i contiune this???

a samplying of things to come....