Jerry Hamilton Profile

Hi guys!

So…going with the last story I posted…I wanted to put up a character profile!  This is for one of my favorite chacters to write about thus far, because he’s not only my own “monster creation” but also my friend, Caera’s.  This is the “Spin off” character that I mentioned, and I hope you love him as much as I do.  (By the way, I see Tom Hiddleston OR Tom Felton as the perfect fit in a movie version ^.^)

Jerry Hamilton

Full name: Jerry Enoch Hamilton

Age: Physically: 22 Reality: 235

Height: 6”1’

Favorite Book: Cyrano de Bergerac.

Favorite song: Rag Doll by Aerosmith

Favorite Place: By Esther’s side.

Quote: “Dang Aura, you could’ve warned me you were bringing someone cu-ute to this meeting.”

D.O.B: 11/22/1877

Species: Guardian Angel

D.O.D:  6/16/1900

C.O.D:  Run through by a saber during a duel over a girl.

Background:  Born to a wealthy Texas family, Jerry lived a pampered life.  He was the eldest of five, and the only boy.  He grew up to be a rather flirtatious young man, and that would soon earn him trouble.

When he was twenty years old, Jerry met the love of his (human) life; a southern Belle named Anah.  Anah’s father was Mayor of their town at the time they met, but that didn’t change Jerry’s mind.  He was head over heels in love with Anah.

As these things tend to go, Anah’s father didn’t approve of Jerry courting his daughter…at least the first three times he (begged) asked.

Unfortunately, there was another man asking for her hand, and he was just as adamant about winning her as Jerry was.  One thing lead to another (Jerry refuses to talk about what thing was which) and they got into a duel.

Jerry was never brilliant with a sword; a staff, yes, a sword, forget it.  He lasted maybe two minutes, before his appoint uh, “Thrust Home”.

Jerry died.  At the young age of 22 Jerry Hamilton bleed to death while his love wept in another’s arms.

In death, Jerry realized Anah was never the one he was meant to be with.  So now Jerry acts as a Guard, or Guardian Angel.  He’s had several Wards over the years, but Esther McHale is the one that will stick with him longest.  Esther is smart, funny, and actually hears him when he talks to her.  The digital voice recorder she owns doesn’t hurt communication possibilities either.

I’ll leave the story of how Esther first learned of Jerry’s existence for her to tell.  But for now, all’s well that begins well.

BFF: Esther

Crush: (I’ll let Jerry answer this one) Any pretty Belle I feel like…(Jerry…The truth) Good luck getting me to say it.  (Jerry…You promised.) *sigh* Alright…Esther…

I’d really like to know…Can anyone read the last word at all??? ;D

TTYL guys



I am Alive! And here with a new story!

Hey everyone!

I just want to start by saying…Yes, I am still among the living.  I’ve just been stuck in College prep/bowling tourney/scholarship app, season.  So writing has unfortunatly had to take the backseat for a little.  But I have a new story for you all to read.

Before I post the actual excerpt, I’d like to explain a few thing, because if I don’t you will, (not might, WILL) get confused.

This story is about Aura Irons, a girl who has been able to see spirits (Angels, demons and the like) since she was very young.  When she was ten she was attacked by a demon and left without sight.  But because of her Gaurdian Angel, Aaron, she retains her ablity to see the dead.

This is also about Uriel Evans, a young man who has been plagued by demons his whole life, both inner and physical.  He views his ablity to see and speak with spirits as a curse, and not a gift.  Aura is the first person with the same ablities that Uriel has ever met, and she helps him see the point of life again.

The part I’m about to post is more for fun filler than anything else, it’s to bring in some new characters and show something different in my stoytelling.  This is part one of….I’m not sure how many yet.  At least two ;D

I also use this scene to give introduction to a friend of mine and a (admittidly) spinoff of a character of hers that we both adore.  So, “Esther” please let me know what you think!  Enjoy…

Blind with Sight

 About a week after Uriel and I met, I decided to bring him to meet some of my friends.

There’s this after school activity that I do every week called “The Historic Paranormal Research Club”.  We meet at the library and normally focus on researching different historic sites around America, and then we’ll look for any possible paranormal activity.  If possible we set up visits to see if we can catch anything like EVP’s or verifiable photo evidence.

Myself, Esther McHale, and Leatrice (Lea) Michealson are the founders of the club.  We’re the ones who show up no matter what, and the ones who contact and go to the most places.

Obviously I’m the “Ghost expert”, Esther deals with Tech, and Lea will do sketches if there are any witnesses who can give descriptions of who/what they saw.

The best part is that we also offer tutoring for those who are desperate for help in Social Studies, Government, or World History.  Right now we’re the only three in town, so it’s going to be a small meeting.

Esther was there when Uriel and I arrived.  I was walking with my cane, and Aaron guiding me like normal.  I could see Lucy walking behind Uriel, but I couldn’t see Esther’s Angel in the room anywhere, though I could feel her presence.  I looked toward Aaron and asked “Are they in the back?”

He looked at me, smiled, and said “Oh yeah.  And our favorite little friend already knows we brought a new kid.”

I stifled a laugh.  Of course he would.  I leaned toward where I though Uriel was walking and said “Just a heads up, Esther’s Angel likes to try and scare new kids who he thinks can see or hear him.  So…I’d keep yourself a bit on edge, because he already senses you.”

Both Lucy and Uriel said “Don’t worry, I can sense him too.”

Lucy looked over her shoulder to a spot right next to me, smiling and rolling her eyes.  I glanced over and noticed Uriel’s aura, a faint line of peaceful blue.

We walked to the back room in silence, and as I thought, someone was waiting to scare Uriel.

Jerry.  The pain of my existence.  But also the funniest guy I know, living or dead.  I could tell he was ready to jump out at Uriel, but then he saw Lucy, and stopped dead in his tracks.

He smiled, and ran one hand through his dark gold locks, pushing them back from his face.  “Well, hello there.”

Lucy started, I saw her eyes widen and a slight blush spread across her face, “H-Hi.”

Jerry looked at me, “Dang Aura, you could’ve warned me you were bringing someone cu-ute to this meeting.”

I rolled my eyes at him, and his blasted Texan accent.  “Jerry, you know I wouldn’t have even if I could.  Now where’s Esther hiding?”

He laughed once, “Where else?  With her nose in a book on the Hale Homestead.”

I shrugged, “Ok.  By the by, this is Uriel, and Lucy.  Guys, this Esther’s Angel, Jerry Hamilton.”

I saw Uriel’s aura bob, as though he were nodding, and Jerry didn’t notice.  Instead the perpetual flirt took Lucy’s hand, kissed it and said “Pleasure, miss.”

Lucy looked absolutely dumbstruck, and her mouth gapped a little as though she couldn’t find words.

A very irritated Aaron intervened, “Alright, alright, alright!  Are we going to finish the niceties and get the meeting started or not???”

I forced myself not to laugh…this was a new side to Aaron that I’d never seen.  It was like he was jealous.

I shook my head, grabbed Uriel’s sleeve, and dragged him past the Angels and into the back room…

That’s what I’ve got so far!  I’ll post more as it comes.



Another Poem

Hi guys!

So I just wanted to post something, since I know I’ve been lacking on this site and didn’t get to post on Valentines due to my being sick.  Trust me, it wasn’t pretty!

But, here’s a poem I wrote last night…have fun!

Friend First

I’ll do as you wish,

No matter how much it hurts.

I’ll be just your friend,

No matter how hot my eyes burn.

I’ll pretend,

That when I’m calm,

You’re not the only one on my mind.

I’ll act as though you don’t pop into my head,

At the oddest moments.

Even though we’re “just friends”.

I won’t call you what I want to.

I won’t say “You’re an idiot,

“Can’t you see?

“What’s on my mind right now,

“Is you and me?”

I know I’m not really pretty,

Like she probably is.

I know I’m considered “fat”

And she’s probably all that.

I know I’m a slob,


I know all my flaws.

I know I’m merely seventeen,

And young to you,

And Naïve…

But aren’t we all?

If you ever read this,

If I ever let you see,

Pay attention now,

As the most important part starts,

This is my way,

Of speaking my heart.

You are wonderful,

And kind,

I know you’d never be “unfaithful”

You wouldn’t feel the need,

To prove anything to me.

So why,

If she knows you so well,

Does she need comfort,

Before you even “Become official”?

So when she breaks your heart,


I’m here,

As a friend.

No matter how much more I’d like to be.

Friend First,

Anything else After.

Yeah, one of those times in my life.



Something a little Random…


So recently a friend of mine asked who I would like to play a role of one of my characters if it was made into a movie/tv show.  This is partly for you guys to have fun and get a sense of how I see the characters in my head.  So here’s a dream cast for my books:

For Amethyst:

Amethyst:  Hillary Duff

Henri: William Moseley

Derek: Robert Pattinson (request of Jenni)

Leslie: Anna Sophia Robb

Ruby Black:

Ruby: Ashley Greene

Jack: Ethan Peck

Cindy: Selena Gomez

Bones: Matthew Bellamy

For Lily:

Lily: Elle Fanning

Connor: Joe Jonas

Charity Jameson:

Charity: Evanna Lynch

Jasper: Alex Pettyfer

Emma: Emily Osment

Gabriel: Taylor Lautner (again, you’re welcome Jenni)

Jonas: Channing Tatum

Amelia: Elle Fanning


Anna: Emma Watson

Roderick: Jamie Campbell-Bower

Lina: Dakota Fanning

Edgar:  Matthew Gray Gubbler

Linda: Dakota Fanning (there are ways….)

Christopher: Ian Somerholder

Yeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhh. I know.  Wishful thinking on 90% of the casting…and I was wrong, Jamie didn’t hit me while I was half asleep. He occured to me at work while I was cleaning for the night. Go figure.


Entries for Lora Innes’ FanArt Palooza 2011 ;)


So this post is a bit different…it’s a few poems I wrote for The Dreamer a webcomic I read by Lora Innes.  These are my entries for FanArt Palooza 2011!  Hope you enjoy them 😉

To A.W. From B.W.

By Half Moon

My life I know,

But in truth,

I know yours too.

I’ve seen your heart,

Worn proudly on your sleeve.

I’ve seen your soul,

When you think of family.

One life I know,

Another I long for.

I struggle to recall,

The details now.

The flashes that come,

Are more vivid than anything,

I may ever know.

I know how I feel,

I must know you are real.

I would pay,

Any price,

For just one moment,

To know you truly live.

I know this cannot be,

Merely a Dream.

It is far to clear,

To be a vision,

Of things only my mind may see.

So why can’t you be real?

Logic bids me think.

Why can’t this be true?

As true as pen and ink.

Lest I be proven mistaken,

Though I know,

That will be the day,

When I feel my heart,

Is forlorn,

And breaking…

I have a grip now,

On a line so thin and so bare,

I refuse to let go,

As long as you aren’t standing there.

Hurry up now,

You know who you are.

Hurry up now,

The drop is very far.

I have a grip,

It’s slipping fast.

Hurry up now,

Catch me quick,

Or I may slip,

And lose our Past.

Forgotten Hero

By Half Moon

What’s thy name,

Forgotten Hero?

Where’s thy fame,

Fallen Allie?

Have we ever sung thy praise?

Will we ever know thy days?

T’is sad at best,

When those for whom,

Thou hast gone to rest,

Cannot recall,

A simple thing,

As simple,

As a name.

If thou art forgotten,

Then who lies with thee?

What other names,

What other fames,

Have slipped away?

Will we ever have the evidence?

Who will prove,

That thou were real,

Thy story true,

Will we ever know,

There really was a you?

Forgotten Hero…

Fallen Allie…

Name you,

That I would.

Know you,

If only I could.


By Half Moon

Why does the thing I love,

Torture me so?

Why do the dreams,

I crave the day long,

Cause me such pain?

Not when I sleep.

No! Sleep brings me peace!

For I see Him again…

The most wonderful man.

Why can’t you be alive?

Why do I see you?

Why must you seem so real?

Your eyes,

I see,

Your voice,

I hear,

Your hand in mine

I feel!


I ask simply,

Why must you seem so real,

So alive?

I know,

When next I open my eyes,

Once again,

You’ll be gone,

From my sight.

Though never from my mind,

Until the next night.

Dear dreams,

Why must you be,

So unkind?

That’s all the poems!!!!

Thanks for reading,


Happy New Years (Eve)!!!!!!!

Hey everyone!

So, in honor of New Years Eve being Jacks birthday, I’m finally posting another profile! I know, don’t faint.  Here goes…

Jackson Halloway

Full Name: Jackson Reuben Halloway

Age: Physically: 22             In Reality: 112

Height: 6’2”

Favorite Book: He’ll never admit it, but he loves Jane Eyre.

Favorite Song: Jack’s Lament – Danny Elfman.

Favorite Place: A little meadow in a park, almost completely surrounded by trees, with just one small way to get in; if you know where to look.

Quote: “Betting?  You, who have NEVER bet on ANYTHING her whole life, were betting on when I’d fall for a girl?!”

Nickname for Ruby: Half Moon (for those of you who know me…yes, this is part of where it comes from…).

Name only Ruby can call him: Night

Species: Vampire.

Birthday: 12/31/1899

Background: Jackson was the first-born of a rather poor farming family.  He lived in South Carolina and it wasn’t until he was five that the farm really started making money.  Jack was home schooled, and helped with things around the farm.  His life was normal, when he was seven his parents had another child, and Jack, uh, came to terms with being big brother to a girl.

His little sisters name was Mary, and once she got old enough to follow Jack around, she started to grow on him.  By the time Jack was thirteen he and Mary were thick as thieves…and by fifteen, war had broken out.

Jacks father enlisted and was soon sent overseas.  This left Jack as head of the house.  He did the best he could for his mother and sister, and the farm survived.  When he turned eighteen Jack decided to join his father in the army.

Jack served for five short months, and then received a bullet to his left shoulder.  The wound left his whole left arm lame.

Jack returned home, and continued to do the best he could for his family.  He took a job doing smaller tasks at the local car factory, since he could no longer do much on the farm.  Everything he did took up all of his time, which meant he had to put his education on hold until the war ended in 1918.

Jack kept working for a couple more years, to save money for college, and help his father adjust back to a normal life.

With the war over, and his father home in one piece, Jack left for college in North Carolina.  His intention was to become a writer, since he couldn’t do much else, and because he’d always held a love for the written word.

He was about to start his freshman year when he was bitten.  He had been walking along the street, enjoying some fresh air when someone bumped into him.  It turned out to be a young lady, who Jack helped to her feet.  Then, without even saying thanks, she turned and left.  Jack was about to walk away when he put his hand in his pocket, and found his wallet missing.

Of course, he turned and ran after the girl.  He chased her into a dark ally, and reached a dead end.  The girl was nowhere to be found.  Jack heard a giggle from behind, turned, and blacked out.  When he woke up, he was a vampire.

He was repulsed with himself, he secluded himself from humanity, until he was nearly dead of thirst.  One night, when he was loosing control, he broke into a butcher shop because he smelled the blood.  When he came to his senses he realized he was eating raw meat, the same way he would have eaten a rare steak as a human.  This new knowledge, that he could feed on raw meat, instead of taking a life made him feel stronger.

Jack slowly discovered his new life was not as terrible as he thought.  For one thing, he regained full use of his left arm and hand, and for another, his intensified sight and hearing let him into a whole new world.  One with unlimited inspiration, unlimited everything.  (that’s all I’m going to say here, the rest would just be spoilers… O:D)

BFF: Cindy.

GF: Ruby.

Favorite thing(s) to do: Hang out with my friends and family.  Write music, play the piano, and write poetry.

See you guys tomorrow with another surprise!


Merry Christmas!

Hi all!

I ment to post this last night, but life interviened.  I just wanted to say Merry Christmas, and give you a presant….in the form of part of Amethyst. Have fun guys….

Hi!  My name’s Amethyst or if you prefer Amy.  I’m here to tell you a story, a story about what happened to me when I asked some friends over for the summer after my parents died, and I met someone very special to me.  Before I begin you should know it’s na-KEY-ta not na-SEE-ta.  So here we go…

“Where’s Leslie?” I asked Derek who was starting up the grill to make lunch.

“I haven’t seen her all day,” the handsome veterinary student said, his dark brown hair, as messy as ever, falling over his pale gray eyes, “Why don’t you go ask Zeke and Colin.”

I did, they hadn’t seen her since she went out for a walk the night before.  I went outside to look for her.  I walked about thirty feet from the back door when I saw her lying on the ground shaking slightly, a thin trickle of blood running over her cheek from the corner of her mouth.

I screamed for Derek at the top of my lungs as I ran back to the house.

“What’s wrong Amy?” he asked me as I ran to him,

“Leslie!  There’s blood coming out of her mouth and I think she’s seizing!  You need to come with me now she’s right outside!”

He ran faster than I did (he’d had a crush on Leslie for years.  Unknown to him she’d had a crush on him for just as long) and when he reached her he pulled back her jacket to reveal a bite mark on her shoulder.  It was already cleaned but Derek still looked like he was at her death bed.

“She was attacked by a nacita.” he said.

It was like someone had stabbed me through the heart.  I had heard of nacitas, but had never seen one, from what I’d heard they weren’t the friendliest of creatures and they could produce venom that killed instantly.  Thankfully since Leslie was still alive she hadn’t been poisoned, but something had happened to her and I wanted to know what and why.

A few days went by with Leslie slowly recovering in the hospital she was finally getting some color back but still hadn’t opened her eyes although that didn’t stop her from crying out in her sleep.

Derek didn’t leave her bedside until I told him that I’d gotten a boat to go out onto the lake to see if we could catch the nacita that attacked her.

The next day we set out on the lake.  Derek wasn’t going to let me help

“I want to help!  I want to do something!  She’s my Best Friend Derek!” I yelled at him, he replied coolly

“Fine; you can hold the bait in the water if you like, just yell if anything bites.”

With that he handed me the bait and I put my hand in the water.

After a while my hand started to go numb with cold from the water and all of a sudden my hand hurt, the water stung, my head spun, and I was nearly drug under water by something that surfaced when I pulled my hand out of the water.

I was looking at a boy with long hair and the most amazingly blue eyes I’ve ever seen, he looked to be about my age.  But what surprised me the most was that he had the bait in his mouth.

I didn’t yell for Derek but stared at the boy, who didn’t take his eyes off of me.

He swam up to the side of the boat, took my hand and wiped away the blood.  Then he smiled and looked up at me and said something that I didn’t quite understand.  Like it was in a different language that I had started to learn and had half forgotten.

“What did you say?” I asked him, he repeated it I still didn’t understand and told him so.  He raised his hand, covered my eyes with it and said,

“Can you understand me?” he sounded anxious and excited, I nodded as he uncovered my eyes and I said,

“Of course I can understand you now that you’re speaking English.”

But I wasn’t, the words that came out of my mouth were strange and unfamiliar to me but I still knew what they meant and I didn’t know how.

The boy broke into the biggest smile I’d ever seen as I stared at him slightly scared; and very puzzled.

He looked at my hand, then at me and then shrugged; I looked at my hand as well, it was bleeding again.  I wiped away the blood and saw that my hand looked like it had been bitten by a dog, a dog with very sharp teeth and a strangely human like muzzle.

I now understood.  The boy was a nacita and he had bitten me.  “Who are you?” but before the boy, (Who for some reason I wanted to call ‘Henri’), could answer Derek started yelling behind me and a net was thrown over the boy and he was dragged onto the deck and then down below by Zeke and Colin (it helped that the boy wasn’t fighting).

The boy took a last look back at me and said in that strange language “Please find me as soon as you can Amethyst.” this surprised me immensely.  I hadn’t said a lot, much less introduced myself.  But before I could think this through I was interrupted by Derek answering his cell phone, having a hurried conversation, hanging up and saying “That was the hospital.  It’s about Leslie…she’s awake and well enough to come home!” he smiled and continued “I’m going to pick her up now.  You know how she hates hospitals.  You’d better go and rescue the nacita.  Not even the worst nacitas deserve to be subjected to ‘alone time’ with Zeke and Colin.” he laughed bitterly most likely remembering the last time HE was left alone with the twins.  I covered a laugh with one of my dog like coughs.

After Derek left I went below to, as he put it, “rescue” the boy.  When I got down to the room where he was, I found Zeke tying the boys hands behind the chair he was sitting in and talking his ear off about all of the knots that he’d learned in boy scouts while Colin (who loves everything and anything that has to do with fish) was asking about stuff like the oxygen content of the lake water and what type of fish and other marine life were in the lake.

On the other hand the boy just looked up at the ceiling with the words “Will this torture NEVER end!!!???” written all over his face.  “OK that’s enough you two.  Derek told me to watch the nacita while he was gone so you guys can go back to your room.” I told them and they left.

I closed the door behind them and turned to face the boy.  “What’s your name?” I asked him, he didn’t reply but I seemed to hear a voice in the back of my head say “My name is Henri Grey.  Could you please untie me?” I looked around to see if there was anyone behind me.  “Did you hear me?” the boy asked I replied “I thought I heard something but…” I trailed off and shook my head then said “I-I guess I imagined it.  Now are you going to answer my question?” he blinked and said “I already did.  That’s what you heard in your head it was me saying ‘my name is Henri Grey, could you please untie me’ now?  That other boy tied the ropes so tightly that I’m losing circulation in my hands.”

He spoke slowly and steadily, his voice was kind of deep but not really, like the middle of a pool where your head is about to go under but it doesn’t, he had an accent to, it sounded like a cross between British and French, mostly British.  I liked it, it was cute.

I asked Henri “How do I know you won’t try and run away?”  His eyes shone in the dim light when he answered me “Look at your hand.  I bit you, we’re connected now.  If you don’t want me to run away then I won’t Amethyst.” I then asked him “That’s another thing!  How do you know my name when I haven’t even introduced myself?”  Henri looked at me like I should know then said “I bit you.” I still didn’t understand and told him so.  He sighed and said “I bit you so I have a basic knowledge of you.  Name: Amethyst Jade Jones, age: sixteen and that’s all I know.” I nodded he continued “You should know a little about me too.” I frowned and asked “How?” he replied “You just know.  If you try you should be able to tell me my full name and my age.  But before you try could you PLEASE untie me?”

I first turned on the lights.  I now saw that Henri’s hair wasn’t just blonde but looked like gold and it looked so long when it was wet because it was so curly, extremely curly like fine, tightly coiled springs.

I walked over to him and asked “What about that thing where I can hear you inside my head?  I mean can I do that too?  Can you hear me if I want you to?”

Henri nodded and winced when I finally got the knots undone.  As he was rubbing his wrists he said “Do you know my full name and age yet?”

I took a deep breath and said “I think so.” Henri signaled to go ahead so I continued “Your full name AND title is Count Henri Aaron Erick Grey, physically your seventeen in reality your ninety four years old…why are you laughing!?” after he’d calmed down, (Ha-ha), he said “That-“ laughter “Pronunciation of my name was-“ peels of laughter “Atrocious!!!!”  I put my hands on my hips and said “Well excuse me for having to wear a retainer 24/7!!!!!!”  This only made him laugh even harder “Then why don’t you call me by the English translation of my name.  Henry.”

I thought for a moment, finally saying “Henry.  I like it, but it doesn’t really fit you.” I heard Henry think “That’s why my parents decided that my first name should be French.” I rolled my eyes and said “You realize I can hear you right?” he replied “Yes.  I know you can hear me Amethyst.”  I smiled sweetly and said “Call me Amy.  Most of my friends do.”

Henry smiled, got up and walked to the door.  I thought he was going to try and leave so I said “I don’t want you to leave Henry.”  He turned around to face me, smiled and said “If you don’t want me to then I won’t.  I promise, Amy.” he walked over to the window and gazed out it.

With each step he took his hair bounced a little and I had an unexplainable urge to go over and run my hands through the spring like curls.  I resisted though.  Henry said something in that strange language and I sighed and said “Here we go again!  I can’t understand you.”  He turned around and said “I’m sorry Amy.  I forgot that you’re not a nacita yet so you don’t really know how to speak nacitian.” he smiled bitterly and continued “At least I don’t think you’re a nacita since you’re not having compulsive seizures and coughing up blood.”

I stared at him and backed away, shaking my head thinking “That’s what happened to Leslie.  She can’t be.  It’s impossible.”  Henry looked at me and asked what was wrong, so I told him everything that had happened up to this point.

When I finished he sat back down, hung his head and said “I’m so sorry Amy, but I was the one that did that to your friend.”  I didn’t want to believe him.  It couldn’t have been Henry, not Henry.  I wanted to say no but I found myself asking “Why?”

Henry raised his head; he looked like he’d been trying not to cry,

“I don’t know how to explain it.  But I can show you if you’ll let me.”

“How can you show me something that happened several days ago?”

Henry walked over to me he was about five inches taller than me just enough that I had to look up at him.  He grasped my right hand, the hand he had bitten, and said “I can show you if your a nacita, or at least nearly one.  Do you trust me?”

I looked him in the eye and thought for a moment, I couldn’t help but completely trust him.  Then I nodded.  Henry lifted my hand and kissed it.  My hand seized for a second and I closed my eyes as an unexplainable warmth and tingling sensation spread through my body, I opened my eyes to see that Henry was smiling at me and he was still holding my hand.  I looked at it, where there had so recently been a bloody wound there was only a pure white scare.  Henry spoke in nacitian “Can you understand me Amy?” I smiled and said “Yes I can understand you Henry.”

He took my other hand and placed one on each side of his head and then he placed one of his hands on each side of my head, right on my temples.  My eyes snapped shut as images flashed through my mind some of them were from my life and others were unfamiliar to me, many of them were of a woman with long, very curly, black hair and brilliantly blue eyes.

Every time I saw her I felt a rush of joy and then a pang of sadness, then I was at a funeral standing next to a slightly younger Henry who was crying and looking down into the coffin.  I looked down too, the woman that I had seen earlier was lying in it, and it hit me.  These were images from Henrys life, and the woman was his mother.

The joy and the sadness were his.  “W-we’re al-almost there Amy, ho-hold on.”  I could tell that Henry was trying not to cry as he said this and I stepped closer to him as a tear ran down my cheek.

So many memories of his went through my head so fast that I couldn’t see anything but a blur of colors but I found the memory of my parents funeral, I wanted to let him know that I knew what it was like to lose your parents, he stepped closer to me and his hands moved like he was going to hug me, but then realized he couldn’t break the connection, instead he whispered “I’m sorry Amy.  So sorry.”  I smiled sadly and kissed his cheek.  Somehow I knew he wouldn’t mind, somehow I just knew.  Then I saw Leslie, she and Henry were arguing then she grabbed his wrist as he turned to leave and they broke out into a complete fight that ended with Leslie lying on the ground shaking a little with the bite mark clearly visible, Henry knelt down, cleaned her wound, picked her up and carried her to where I had found her.

I started to cry and Henry took his hands away from my head and hugged me pulling me even closer to him than I was before and I hugged him as I cried into his shoulder for several minuets, after I had calmed down I looked up into his eyes, they were full of sympathy and understanding.

Still he held me tightly, like he never wanted to let me go.  “Your eyes are purple,” He said in surprise “The same shade as your name.” I could just barely hear him.  I nodded and said “My mothers’ eyes were the same color.” Henry whispered “I think I like that color.” he leaned down as though he was going to kiss me, one of his hands slowly found its way into my hair and my arms started to wind their way around his neck and my hands into his golden, spring like hair and my eyes began to close…

Then there was a knock on the door and we broke apart.  “Amy, are you in there!!???  Or are you to busy flirting with the nacita?  I heard he’s cute.” that was the voice I’d been waiting to hear since Derek had left, “One minute Les!! And I’m not flirting with himHe’s flirting with me!!!  Oh and he’s not cute, he’s smoky!!” I called back and as I turned back to Henry I heard her laugh, then I thought “I should retie you Henry.” he nodded, stroked my cheek gently with he back of his hand, my eyes closed at his touch, smiled and sat back down in the chair as he thought “Thanks for the compliment.”

I smiled and quickly retied the knots then ran over to the door and asked “Password?” Leslie replied “Amelie and Lesthyst super heroines’ extrodinar!”  That was it; I opened the door laughing to let her in.  She looked awful, her green eyes were slightly sunken in their sockets and she was paler than normal, you could tell that her hair was blonde and not white, but she smiled all the same and I hugged her.  She let go of me and looked over my shoulder, her face fell when she saw Henry and she asked, in nacitian “Does she know?” he looked at her and said “Ask her yourself.  She can understand us after all.” Leslie looked at me and said, reverting to English “Amy, I can explain-” I cut her off by saying “You’re a nacita and you never told me?” I thought we’d always told each other everything, “Amy after all the stories we’d been told I didn’t want you to think I was a monster or something.” Leslie was nearly crying.  I held up my hand so she could see the scar and I said, purposely speaking nacitian “Well, there’s no danger of that now, we’re the same.” her jaw dropped and she started to laugh and, I don’t know why, I started to laugh right along with her.  Henry stared at us for a minute then said “I’d hate to break up this little laugh fest but…CAN YOU PLEASE UNTIE ME AGAIN!!!!!????” I walked over to him and knelt down so our faces were level, I brushed some hair out of his face, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply at my touch, I ran my hand through his hair again and again, I liked how it felt, thick, curly, soft and still a little wet.  “If Derek’s back, I shouldn’t.  I’m sorry Henry.” I thought when he opened his eyes and looked directly at me.  He nodded and kissed my forehead, this time I closed my eyes.  Then there was another, harder, knock at the door.  I stood up so fast that I hit Henrys nose with my hand, I heard him mutter “OW!” and I thought “Sorry!” as Leslie opened the door, this time it was Derek that came in he was holding something that I couldn’t see clearly but before I could ask what it was he said “I thought I’d come down and see how you two were doing with the nacita-” Derek was interrupted by Henry angrily saying “I would prefer you not call me by speeches alone.  I do have a name after all.” Derek opened his mouth to reply but Leslie found it prudent to not let him speak.  “His name is Henri Grey, Derek.” Derek nodded curtly and said “Fine.  Henri then-” he was interrupted once again by Henry “That’s Count Grey to you.” Derek bit his lip, I knew that he was also biting back hundreds of insults at the same time and I shot Henry a warning look.  When Derek spoke again he was addressing me “I need to show you where Count Grey” he nearly spat the name “Is going to be staying.  I don’t want him untied unless he’s either A: handcuffed to you or B: locked in his room.” he threw the thing that he’d been holding at me.  I caught it and saw that it was a pair of handcuffs “Now I suppose?” Derek shot me a look and snapped “What do you think?!” Henry pulled at the ropes binding him and said “Don’t snap at her!!!”  Derek raised his eyebrows and said “Oh…it looks like Amy has a boyfriend.  Maybe you can teach him some tricks after you work on his manners.” that was it.  Derek had gone too far.  I clenched my fists and walked over to him, Leslie, who was closer than I was, hauled off and slapped him across the mouth.  Then I got there and punched him with all of my strength, I was surprised at how hard I hit but didn’t show it on my face.  I turned my back on Derek and walked over to Henry.  “Let me go!!!  Untie me Amy!!!” he was screaming in his mind so I was the only one to hear, I knelt down again and thought “No.  He got the message when Leslie hit him.  Leave him be for now.” “But he insulted you!” Henry looked ready to kill Derek.  I gently placed my hand on his cheek and told him “He insulted you not me Henry.  Leave him be.  Don’t give him a reason to harm you.” Henry gave me a look.  I copied it then crossed my eyes; Henry smiled and laughed then nodded.  “Alright then; are you right or left handed?” he said it didn’t matter so I cuffed my right hand to his left and untied him.  He stood up and I asked Derek “Can I have the key now?” he rummaged in his pockets for a minute then said “Uh…I may have given it to Zeke or Colin.”  I heard Henry grown beside me.  “I’ll go get them.” said Leslie, and she left the room.  I asked Derek “Are you going to show us where our guest is staying?” with out a word Derek lead us down the narrow hallway to the room next to mine, it was small with only one window that looked out into open water.  We walked into the room and Derek said “Amy don’t forget that we’re having a Birthday party for Leslie in three days.  The twins are doing something together and I was going to surprise Leslie by asking her to dance with me so-” Henry cut in by asking “Am I aloud to dance?” Derek ignored this and went on “So I don’t know who you’re going to dance with.” Henry turned to me and said “I’ll dance with you Amy.  If you want me to.”  I slid my hand into his, carefully so Derek didn’t notice and said “I wouldn’t mind that.  Do you have an objection Derek?” “If he’s cuffed to you at ALL times, then no I don’t have an objection Amy.” with that he left the room and left me and Henry alone.  I turned to Henry and said “I don’t know how to dance.” he smiled and said softly “That’s alright Amy.  I can teach you, if you want me to.” now I smiled and said “I’d like that Henry.  I’d like that a lot.”  He took a step back, bowed, held out his hand and asked me to dance.  I curtsied and gave him my hand, he placed my hand on his shoulder and then he put his hand on my waist and whispered in my ear “Follow my lead Mon a mi.”  I blushed and we started to dance.  Henry hummed the song we were dancing to.  He’d decided to teach me a waltz first and (just like the absolute, positive, klutz I am) I stepped on his feet more than ten times, after the first five Henry just laughed and said “You’re worse than I was when I first learned how to dance!” I smiled and couldn’t believe that he’d ever been bad at dancing, he didn’t dance.  He didn’t even glide.  He FLEW across the floor moving from one step to the next as easily as walking.  When I finally got the hang of the dance Henry started to dance faster throwing in a turn here and there he ended the dance by dipping me.  I went back and my eyes closed, I could feel Henrys’ hand on the middle of my back keeping me from falling, he brought me back up and I tripped when I tried to take a step closer to him.  Henry caught me as I flung my uncuffed arm around his neck to try and stop myself from falling.  My hair fell in my face and he brushed it back with his hand, we stared at each other for a long time I found myself thinking “I’ve never seen such beautiful blue eyes.” then there was a knock on the door and we broke apart (or as close to apart as two people handcuffed together can be).  I opened the door, Leslie was standing there with the key to the handcuffs in her hand, I gave her a look that said quite plainly ‘PLEASE LEAVE LESLIE’ she got the message and said “Sorry Amy, Derek wanted me to bring the key down ASAP.  He trusts Henri about as much as he likes my cousins.” which meant he didn’t “I don’t blame him Les; I’d be pretty POed at the nacita that attacked my CRUSH if I were him.” Leslie gapped at me then broke into the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her face.  “Yes I said crush.  Bye.  Please.” with that she left and I turned back to Henry, he said “Would you like to try a different dance?” I nodded and unlocked the handcuffs.  Henry put his hands on my waist and pulled me close, a little awkwardly, like he was nervous about dancing so close to me.  I put my arms around his neck and looked him in the eye.  He smiled, some how I could tell that he felt incredibly, remarkably happy and I knew that I felt happy and comfortable, very comfortable, like I could’ve stayed in his arms forever.  Henry started to hum a song again, this time I didn’t step on his feet I just rested my head on his shoulder and listened to the song.  When we stopped we just stood there in each others arms, Henry started to stroke my hair as I played with a lock of his hair absent-mindedly.  I found my self thinking, “Don’t let go.  Please don’t let go.”  Henry heard me and thought “What makes you think I want to?” and he held me tighter, pulling me closer as though he never wanted to let me go.  I don’t know how long we stood there but it was long enough that Leslie deemed it safe to come back down and get us for dinner.  During dinner Henry and I thought to each other and I asked him “If nacitas are so nice then what are all of the stories about?” he said “Those are about secitas.  They’re another part of the family all together; you shouldn’t worry about them though.  They can’t change in fresh water and we can’t change in salt water.  That would be why there’s never a family reunion.  Well…there’s also the fact that we’re not blood thirsty like them.  Or the blood suckers and hell hounds.” I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and thought “OK…you lost me at ‘blood suckers’ and burnt the map at ‘hell hounds’.” he laughed and replied “Sorry.  There’s no nacitian word for ‘vampire’ or ‘werewolf’ so we just call them things like ‘blood suckers’ and ‘hell hounds’ the Council calls them different things than that but they’re really fowl.” seeing the look on my face Henry said “The Council’s our version of government, my grandfather is on the council in this lake.  I’m supposed to take over for him when he dies, even though I don’t want to.” “Why don’t you?” I asked.  “Because of what he and the rest of the Council believe.” I sighed and thought “And that is?” Henry looked at me and thought “They think that the bitten nacitas don’t belong with the rest of us.  Have you gone over the Civil War, Amy?”  I nodded and he continued “Well to put it this way, you’re a black, the council’s a load of southerners, and I’m a northerner…and proud of it.  But then again if I wasn’t you wouldn’t be sitting here talking to me like this.”  I smiled and thought “I’m glad that you’re proud of being a northerner.”  Henry smiled and we both jumped when Colin asked “Why are you both grinning like that?” without missing a beat we said in unison “Nothing.” We both started to laugh and we brushed our hair back at the same time.  Then we looked at each other and said “Stop copying me!” I said crossly “Henri!!!” and Henry said sarcastically “Amethyst!” I said “Yes that’s my name.  You got a problem with that?” “I have no problem with girls being named after a gem. Although it’s rare in the nacita community.” he thought the last sentence so that only I could here it.  I thought “But I’m not a born nacita.  So I wouldn’t be treated any different.  Would I?” Henry sighed and said “No.  No you wouldn’t Mon a mi.  No matter what your name is you’d be treated like a bitten nacita by most of the lake.  But not by me.” I smiled and we finished dinner in silence and walked back to Henrys room I had slipped my hand in to his again and he held it tightly stroking my scare once in a while.  When we got to his room I unlocked the handcuffs kissed his cheek and thought “Good night, Henry.” I turned to leave but Henry caught my hand and said “Good night Mon a mi.” I smiled and said “Try Mon Amy.” he raised an eyebrow and said “That means ‘My Amy’.” I stepped close to him and stroked his hair away from his ear “I know that Henry.” I whispered “That’s why I said it.” he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him, holding me tightly but gently as though I was made of glass and he was afraid that I would break if he let go or held me to tight.  I however hugged him as tightly as possible, burring my face into his shoulder, breathing in the sent of the lake that still clung to his shirt and my mind began to wonder away from the boat.  Away from having to secretly hold, and be held by, Henry.  A noise from outside brought me crashing back to reality, Henry heard it too and let go of me.  We stared at each other. How long had we been standing there?  I left his room and quietly went to my own.  I slept badly that night, I woke up several times thinking someone had called my name…

I can’t believe it’s been four years since I had this dream, and almost three since I put it on paper….yikes I feel old o.o

Anyways, Merry Christmas again, and in the words of one of the most famous characters in History… “God bless us, Everyone!”


Happy Thanksgiving!!!!! Here’s the Turkey… :)

Hi guys!

Sine it’s once again the BUSIEST MONTH TO DATE (I love all my veiwers… ❤ ), and also Turkey Day, I thought I’d do something different.  For those of you who know me, you know I read Webcomics, so here’re the links to my absolute favorites! And also how the Authors describe their stories…

Beatrice “Bea” Whaley seems to have it all; the seventeen year old high school senior is beautiful, wealthy and the star performer of the drama club.  And with her uncle’s connections to Broadway theater, the future looks bright ahead of her. Little does she know that her future might actually be brighter behind her…

Bea begins having vivid dreams about a brave and handsome soldier named Alan Warren–a member of an elite group known as Knowlton’s Rangers that served during the Revolutionary War. Prone to keeping her head in the clouds, Bea welcomes her nightly adventures in 1776; filled with danger and romance they give her much to muse about the next day. But it is not long before Beatrice questions whether her dreams are simply dreams or something more. Each night they pick up exactly where the last one ended.  And the senses–the smell of musket shots and cannons, the screams of soldiers in agony, and that kiss–are all far more real than any dream she can remember.

The planets are living powerful beings and the sentient species that occupy their surfaces are their children. They face a crisis when their elemental lifeblood begins to seep into the children, eventually culminizing into a soulstone which gives them great powers, but at the cost of their life and eventually that of the planets’ too. One childless planet, Earthsong, is given the task of retrieving these children from their homeworlds and bringing them to her surface where they are safe. She is given tools made of Siderean, or star, element which allow her to remove the soulstone from its host and both back to their planet of origin. Visiting children remember little of their previous lives while on Earthsong and when they return they recall only glimmers of what occurred during their time away. These individuals often build up legends and myths around their strange and fragmented memories of alien species.

Wooden Rose is a Victorian fairy tale about love, loss and betrayal, enchanted forests and ancient mythical creatures.

It updates every Monday.

Sisters Lillian and Nessa reside alone and care for their father, who has been ill for a year now.  Nessa takes a fall out in the snow and is aided by a strange gentleman.   Mr. Thorne’s charm quickly draws her to him and she finds herself in the romance she has always dreamed of. What she does not know is that the handsome stranger hides a dark secret, one that puts her and those around her at great risk.

I have not been able to find an “About” page for Snow By Night, but here’s a link to the Almanac for those of you who wish to learn about the world befroe you read…

The Dreamland Chronicles is an All Ages webcomic series started in 2006!

Now with over 1200 pages…this  award winning fantasy series is in its 16th chapter of the slated 24 chapters.

With Elves, Dwarves, Fairies, Giants, Dragons, and so much more…the Dreamland Chronicles’ creator Scott Christian Sava has created a world that encompasses some of his favorite childhood memories from movies like “The Princess Bride”, “The Neverending Story”, and “Clash of the Titans” as well as Books such as “The Hobbit”, “The Narnia Chronicles”, and “The Princess of Mars”.

The webcomic updates 5 days a week and we have a wonderful group of “Fellow Dreamers” who chat every day on the blog.

Join us each day for a new page of the exciting adventures of The Dreamland Chronicles.

I’m not using the About page for this one, all I’m saying is… The Brothers Grimm would be proud.

This one belongs to a friend of mine.  It’s rather contarversial, so read at your own descresion.

That’s all of them!  So go forth, stuff your mouth with turkey, and enjoy the read!



P.S. To any and all of the authors of these comics who see this post, I love you all, and thank you so much for the wonderful comics!  You are all AWESOME and please, please, PLEASE keep telling your stories!  They are wonderful, and to die for, and I could keep going all night!

Morgana, AKA Half Moon 🙂

Happy Halloween! Now for your treat…

Hi All!

     As I said, Happy Halloween!!!  I am very excited because this month is OFFICIALLY the busiest month EVER for the site!  EEEPPPP!!!!  So, as a prize for everyone coming to see the blog, (and putting up with the ranting obsession of a teenager), you get….a huge post!  Seriously, this is going to be LONG…because I’m posting ALL of Charity, as I have it written thus far.  Enjoy:

Hello, my name is Charity Abigail Jameson and as you’ve already guessed I’m a bit strange. You see, my mother was a born nacita whose family had been banished before she was born. When she was about twenty she was attacked, and bitten, by a vampire. Later in life she fell in love with my father, who turned out to be a werewolf. They got married and had me and my twin brother Jonas Jasper Jameson, (he was named for my father). This all happened back in the 1800’s, in fact I was born in 1845. To be specific May thirty-first, and I was born first. A fact that I constantly reminded my brother of. And just so you know; I inherited being both a vampire and a nacita while my brother was werewolf and nacita, though we both have certain characteristics of the third species. Like I said, I’m strange. Anyway time to tell my story, and it starts one day when I was having a walk down memory lane in the middle of Biology…

The year was eighteen sixty-five, just before General Lee surrendered to General Grant. My brother and best friend had been gone for three years and that day they were coming home due to injuries that hindered their ability to use a musket or sword. I was waiting for them with my mother and other best friend Amelia, whose cousin was the other man coming home that day. His name was Jonas Jasper Hawthorn, his family had moved to my town when he was two years old (which made him a year older than me) and to avoid confusion everyone had always called him Jasper, seeing as he and my brother shared the same name. He had also been trying to court me for quite some time, and I had always refused. I’d always loved him, as a brother at the very least. But, as we got older I saw him differently, and my love for him changed. I was afraid though, what if it ended badly? I could not justify risking our friendship for something that could go wrong. In the end, I was content as his friend, and would rather see him happy with someone else than hurt by me. My brother on the other hand would’ve liked nothing better than to see Jasper and I wed. I understand why, I mean who wouldn’t want his best friend as his brother-in-law? My view of Jasper as only a friend changed completely the day they came home. When they arrived Jonas was the first in the door and the first thing I noticed about my twin was that his right arm was in bandages and a sling, of course the dummy had to injury the arm he writes with. Jonas set his bag down and I hugged him, I then found out how much stronger he’d gotten as he proceeded to try and crush me “Jonas, you are suffocating me!” I managed to say after a minute or so. He let go and held me at arms length to look at me, as usual the only way you could tell we were twins was if you looked at our eyes, which were mirror images of each other, my right eye is gold my left green, on Jonas it was the reverse. Otherwise we just looked related, I have red hair my brother had black hair, I’m short and slender, Jonas was tall and broad shouldered. Jonas smiled at me in an evil way that made his eyes shine with humor “Alright, you are small, sound like a mouse and look like a bird. It doesn’t look like you’ve changed since I left.” I laughed and said “And you are still tall, funny and incredibly annoying. It’s good to have you back Jonas. But why did you have to get yourself shot?!?” Jonas beckoned over his shoulder and said “I was saving our best friends life.” I looked over his shoulder at Jasper, who had his back to me, was talking to Amelia and had his left arm in a sling. I pressed a finger to my lips to tell Jonas to keep quiet as I tip-toed around him and up behind Jasper, I placed two fingers to his back and said “Don’t move, I have a musket at your back.” I felt and heard Jasper start to laugh, then he spun around grabbed my wrist and spun me so that my arms were incapacitated, he leaned down and said “I can even beat you with one arm. I think that’s a new record.” I said “Can’t you let me win just once?” he let go of me and said “What fun would be in letting you win?” “It would be fun for me. Now where’s my hug.” And he hugged me. After a little while I tried to pull away but Jasper held me tight, I looked at him and said “Jasper, you can let go now.” “I can, but I do not really want to…” his voice trailed off as I looked in his eyes; they’d always reminded me of watching the sunset. Before I really knew what was happening we were leaning in closer to each other, I was closing my eyes and Jasper was kissing me, it was as sweet as honey and as perfect as a summer’s day. I ran my hands through his thick brown hair, he’d let it grow out in the past three years; it was pulled back in a neat, short, ponytail. Unlike my hair which I let hang lose down my back ending around my knees. We broke apart and just smiled at each other for a moment before remembering where we were and who was watching us. We turned to look at them, Jonas and Amelia had their jaws on the floor and my mother was acting like she hadn’t seen anything so she wouldn’t have to lecture me later. Then (thanks to ye olde nacitian telepathy) I heard Jonas think “IT TOOK LONG ENOUGH!!!” at which I shot him a look and said “I can change my mind if I want to.” Jonas started laughing and said “Yes, I know you can. This just proves it.” Now Jasper started to laugh and I skipped ahead to a few weeks later, to be precise the day of my twentieth birthday. Jasper was supposed to have come around ten in the morning, it was now nearly supper time and no one had seen him all day. I knew something was wrong, Jasper had never forgotten mine and Jonas’s birthday before. Even when he was away at war he’d send a letter that was written on my birthday with some small trinket, a feather from a bird or even a pressed flower, I would get three letters like that, one from Jasper, one from Jonas and one from my father. But today was different, there was no letter, no trinket, and worse of all, there was no Jasper. No matter where we looked he was nowhere to be seen. The search went on for a few days, and then people started to give up until finally it stopped all together. Some thought he’d been kidnapped, others thought he’d been killed. But not me, I knew he was alive, and I knew he was out there, I could feel it, I could sense it…

“Tory?” I snapped back to reality with a jolt and looked at the person sitting next to me. His name was Jonas, but he always went by his middle name of Jasper, his eyes reminded me of the sunset and his hair was the exact shade of brown it had been one hundred and forty-four years ago, although now it was shorter than it had been and very wavy now that it was out of a ponytail. How did I know this was Jasper and not just a relative of his? Simple, I’m a nacita and can sense what a person is, and I could sense that Jasper was a vampire and an old one, little older than I, not to mention the fact that there was just too much in common between him and Jasper Hawthorn, for him to just be related to him. Although I knew who he was, he had no idea who I was. You may ask ‘Why didn’t he recognize me?’ once again that is a simple answer; my nacita talent is that I may change my appearance at will. My eyes were no longer gold and green but both were brown and my hair was brown instead of red and in a long, thick braid down my back instead of flowing freely with its own idea of neatness. “What Jazz?” “Nothing, you just looked like you were zoning out so I thought I’d snap you out of it. And please don’t call me Jazz.” His eyes shined as he said this and I rolled my eyes as the bell rang. I picked up my bag and headed out into the hall, Jasper ran after me, when he caught up to me he said “Tory, I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner today? We’re having steak.” I smiled and asked “Is it going to be just the two of us?” “Uh…no; my roommates are going to be there. Do you mind?” “No, I don’t mind. What time should I be there?” “How about seven-ish?” “Alright, see you then.” I stood on tip-toe (Jasper’s five nine and I’m barely five feet tall, so you do the math) and kissed his cheek. Then I said “Bye Jasper; I’ll see you later.” and walked away, now a good thing about being both nacita and vampire is that I have very good hearing so I could hear Jasper whisper “Yeeeeeesssssssss!!!!” I looked back over my shoulder to see him spin around in an improper about-face and walk in the opposite direction with an unusual spring in his step. I got home around five and went up to the apartment that I share with one of my best friends’ daughter, her name is Emma Wright and the only reason she lives with me is that she is a nacita, with a birth defect. Although Emma can control water and her age and she can speak nacitian…she can’t transform. She is the first nacita in living memory to have this problem so the only solution was that after she reached a certain age, Emma’s parents would go back to their lake and Emma would come live with me. Physically Emma’s only a year younger than I am, (which means she looks nineteen because I tend to look around twenty), she also has green eyes and black hair with so many natural highlights that you have to look carefully to find her real hair color. Back to the story. I went up to our apartment and opened the door; I didn’t expect anyone to be there because Emma was spending the day with some friends at the library. Needless to say I was surprised by my great-great-great-great nephew being on the couch when I got in the door. “Gabriel!! What are you doing here and how did you get in?” Gabriel Lenox stood up and said “Hello to you too Charity, it’s the fifteenth remember?” and now I did remember, I had told Gabriel’s parents he could stay with me while they were out of town and I had given him a key just in case I wasn’t home when he got there. “Oh! That’s right your parents left today!” “Yeah, and they asked me to ask you if you mind if I stay for a bit longer than expected. So do you mind?” “Of course not, how long do you need to stay?” “Well…Dad’s getting transferred to Morocco and they don’t trust me to go over there seeing as some of the girls are…” he flushed, cleared his throat and lapsed into awkward laughter I shook my head and said “Say no more. But I wouldn’t let you near belly-dancers either.” “I’m eighteen! I think I can be trusted!” “And that is what your grandmother said before she got pregnant with your father.” Gabriel just gave me a dark look when I said this. “Don’t give me that look! I used to get it enough from my brother! And it doesn’t help that you have his eyes!” “How is it a bad thing that I look like my great-great-great-great grandfather?” “It’s not; it just makes me miss him more when you give me the same looks he used to give me. You wouldn’t believe how dead on you get them.” And this was true; Gabriel was the spitting image of Jonas, with the exception of having lighter skin and darker hair. Gabriel just smiled at me and asked “What’s for dinner?” “What’s in the fridge is for dinner for you. I’m going over to a friends house for dinner, though, so I’ll see you later. I actually only stopped by to write Emma a note.” “Who’s Emma?” I forgot Gabriel hadn’t seen Emma since she moved in three weeks ago, “She’s a friend’s daughter. She’s staying with me as well. I’ll be back later, don’t wait up.” So I wrote the note for Emma and left. When I got to Jaspers house I knocked on the door and a girl answered, she was about five-three, had a short, dirty blonde bob cut, nearly black eyes, and looked to be about Emma’s age. She smiled at me and said “Hi! You must be Tory. Jasper’s told us a lot about you, I’m Katie. Come on in.” Katie had the type of voice that just made you want to laugh, not because it was funny, but because it was so full of laughter itself. Another thing I noticed about her was that she was a vampire as well. As we walked in I heard someone cry “OW!!” and Jasper say “Isaac you are the biggest klutz I have ever met!!! Katie, who was it at the door?” she called back, “It’s Tory!” then she turned to me and asked “You are Tory Johnson, right?” I nodded and said “Yes, I’m Tory.” “Ok. Follow me.” and Katie led me into the kitchen. “Just so you know it’s Isaacs’ turn to cook today so…” and she shrugged, then Jasper came over to where I was standing and said “Now, now Kat, don’t try to scare Tory.” Then Jasper looked at me and asked “How do you want your steak cooked?” at this point my vampire half was ravenous and demanded as much blood as I could get, “Would you mind making mine brown on both sides and completely bloody in the middle?” for a moment they both just stared at me then Jasper shook his head and said “Sure, no problem.” “Thanks, most people think it’s completely gross that I eat nearly raw steak.” Jasper laughed and said “Well then I guess you wouldn’t mind if Isaac ate his completely raw?” I laughed a little, “No, not at all.” Jasper smiled broadly and said “Come with me.” So I followed him out onto a patio where there was another person was working on the grill. As the smoke cleared away slightly I saw that he was taller than Jasper by several inches, he had dark brown, almost black hair and silver eyes that looked like the moon. Once again I sensed that he was a vampire. Jasper took the liberty of introducing us, “Tory, this is Isaac Walker. Isaac this is Tory.” Isaac wiped his hand off on the apron tied around his waist and held in out to me saying “It’s nice to meet you Tory, Jasper talks about you a lot.” I laughed, shook his hand and asked “What does he say?” “He just talks about stuff you do in class. Like-” Now Jasper spoke up “Isaac, guess what.” “You know I don’t guess.” “Fine then I’ll just tell you…feel free to eat your steak raw.” “We have a guest though.” Now I said “And I have no problem with someone eating raw beef.” Isaac smiled and said “So I DON’T have to cook my steak?” I answered “No you don’t, and please feel free to only leave mine on for ten seconds on each side.” All three of them just stared at me, then Jasper said “Don’t let him over cook it.” I started to laugh, Jasper had always been able to make me laugh, even when he didn’t mean to. Jasper raised an eyebrow at me and asked “Are you ok Tory?” I calmed down enough to talk and said “Yes I’m fine, I’m just a little…uh…I guess nervous. I laugh a lot when I’m nervous.” Jaspers eyebrows pulled together slightly in confusion, “I used to know someone that did that too. She also played with her skirt.” I noticed that I was playing with my skirt, just like Jasper said I used to. I stopped and said “That’s really weird…” I caught a sent that said ‘I’m not edible’ and I said “Isaac I wouldn’t cook that steak.” “Uh…why?” “Because unless I’m mistaken it’s rather old and at this point inedible.” he frowned, “I bought it today.” “Try some if you think I’m wrong.” “This is supposed to be Jaspers. I’m not going to bite it.” “Then smell it.” “Fine.” Isaac smelled it and jerked back with a repulsed expression on is face. “Jasper, would you mind eating something else?” “Why?” “Because Tory was right, the steak’s rotten.” I curtsied and said “THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!” Jasper laughed and asked “How did you know?” I shrugged and said “My dad was a butcher, so I’m really sensitive to the smell of rotting meat.” He shrugged, but I could almost hear the gears in his head trying to work out who I was, “That…makes sense.” Isaac cut in “Since Jaspers steak was bad I don’t have anything else to cook, so dinner is ready.” Jasper opened the door so that we could go inside, then smiled at me and said “Ladies first.” I smiled and went in. After dinner we hung out for a while. Then I looked at the time and saw that it was nearly nine; it was going to take me at least half an hour to walk home. “I’d better get going…” Katie asked “How come?” “I don’t drive so I have to walk everywhere and it takes me half an hour to walk back to my place.” “Oh, ok.” Jasper looked a little sad, “What’s wrong Jasper?” “Nothing’s wrong. Let me walk you to the door.” I nodded, “Ok, bye Katie, bye Isaac. Thanks for having me over; I had a lot of fun.” Jasper walked me to the door and said “It was nice having you over Tory. I’ll see you on Monday.” I smiled and said “Thanks for inviting me Jasper, I had a great time. And I guess I’ll see you later. Bye.” “Goodbye Tory.” He looked like he wanted to say something else, but thought better of it, so I just smiled at him and started my walk home. During my walk I wondered why I didn’t just tell Jasper who I was, but something inside me said not to, at least not yet. Then something in the corner of my eye caught my attention; I looked around at it. ‘It’ turned out to be a werewolf, I’d been hated by his family for years and if he said anything people would know about me. Now this was a problem, I’ve kept the fact that I’m a vampire/nacita a secret for one hundred and fifty years. I turned on my heel and ran to the nearest house that I knew, a.k.a. Jaspers house. I heard the werewolf running behind me. I reached the house and didn’t bother to knock; I ran inside and screamed “Jasper! Help!” Jasper ran to me and grabbed my shoulders saying “Tory? What’s the matter?” “There’s a guy out there chasing me!!!” Jasper nodded and said “Ok. It’s ok Tory; Isaac will take care of it.” Then Jasper looked over his shoulder and called “Isaac! The idiot’s back!” Isaac came over to the door holding a shot gun. I immediately asked “What are you doing with that?!?!?” “Well I was born and raised in Tennessee. So I’m gonna show that jerk some good old southern hospitality.” And he opened the door went out side and shouted “How many times do I have to tell you?!?!?!? Get off my land and get some brains!!!!!!” I heard the werewolf say something back to Isaac and then run off. Isaac came back in and said “I’m getting sick and tired of that boy. I’m really glad he’s leaving tomorrow.” “You know him?” “Not personally, but I know that he’s visiting from New York City because of an issue with his idea of a practical joke. Which is probably what he was trying to pull.” My jaw dropped and I blurted “Vampire say what?!?” I realized that I had just blown a one hundred year old carefully concealed identity as both Jasper and Isaac said “What?!?” I took a deep breath and said “I think I need to explain some things to you both, and I might as well tell Katie at the same time.” Jasper nodded and said “Yeah, I think you do, and should.” We walked back to the living room where Katie was asleep on the couch. Jasper asked me to sit down and Isaac went over to Katie and woke her up. After everyone was up and Jasper and Isaac had explained why I was back, Jasper asked “Now it’s your turn to talk Tory; how do you know we’re vampires?” and so I started my story, “The reason I know that all three of you are vampires is that I’m both vampire and nacita. My mother was a nacita that was attacked by a vampire and I inherited both genes. As such I can sense what people are, when I saw each of you I sensed that you were vampires.” Katie asked “Why didn’t you tell us?” “Because I’ve kept what I am a secret my entire life; the only people that know are my most trusted friends, my family, and now you three. That ‘boy’ that was chasing me was a werewolf. And I’ve had problems with his family for the past century.” Jasper asked “How old are you?” “One hundred and sixty-three.” Jasper raised his eyebrows, “You’re a year younger than I am. Where did you grow up?” I smiled; maybe Jasper was putting some pieces of the puzzle I’d been making for him together. “I was born and raised in a small town near the northern border of Pennsylvania. It was called Green River, why do you ask?” “I moved there when I was two! Did you know the Jameson’s?!?!?” I laughed. “You could say I knew them, Jonas and Charity anyway. I met them after Jonas got married. And I know Jonas’s great-great-great-great grandson.” “Jonas and Charity were my best friends; in fact Jonas saved my life during The Civil War. Who did he marry?” “If I remember the connection correctly she was your cousin.” “He married Amelia?” I nodded and said “He looks like Jonas. Their grandson, Gabriel, he looks like Jonas. Acts like him too.” Jasper laughed and said “That I find a little hard to believe. Jonas had a rather unique personality.” I rolled my eyes and said “Don’t I know it!” “How old were Jonas and Amelia when they got married?” “Uh…Jonas was twenty-five and Amelia was twenty-one.” Jasper and I kept talking like this for several hours. By the time Jasper was out of questions Isaac and Katie were passed out on either side of him, and Isaac snores like a drunken sailor. Jasper stood and asked “Would you like to spend the night here?” after a moment I nodded, saying “Sure, where would I be staying?” “You can have the room next to mine. If you need anything there’s a little sliding door over the head of the bed that opens up to my room, just knock.” I walked over to him, I thought it would be fun to joke around with him like we used to, “Is the big, strong vampire afraid of little old me?” Jasper just looked at me; if he wasn’t having déjà vu by now then I wasn’t acting like myself. “Tory, have we met before? I mean before we met in school, like a long time ago?” I smiled and had to will myself to not shout ‘YES!!!’ fling my arms around his neck and kiss him. “Maybe we have, over the years I’ve gone by several names. And I can change my appearance at will so…” I shrugged; Jasper asked “Is this what you really look like?” I slowly shook my head, “Can I see what you really look like?” I smiled sadly and had to fight not to cry, Jasper gently placed a hand on my cheek and said “Tory, don’t cry. It’s just that you remind me of someone incredibly special to me and I just need to know if…” “You don’t need to explain any further, I understand but I’m not ready to show you what I look like.” He nodded and asked “Do you want me to show you where you’re staying?” “Yes, that’d be great. Thanks for letting me stay Jasper.” And we walked upstairs. Jasper showed me to a room that made me want to cry; it looked like I’d just stepped back in time to when I was growing up. I turned around and hugged Jasper. I started crying and Jasper asked “What’s wrong Tory?” I looked at him and said “This looks exactly like the bedroom I had when I was growing up! Thank you!” “I didn’t even know that it did. But you’re welcome. Now you’d better get some sleep, Tory.” I smiled sweetly, brushed a lock of hair from his forehead and said “I know this is going to sound weird, but; call me Charity.” “That’s your full name?” “That‘s my real name.” he placed a hand on my cheek and leaned down, as though to kiss me. I nearly let him, but at the last second I turned away. I felt Jaspers hand leave my face, travel down my arm and he kissed my hand. A tear ran down my cheek, Jasper gently wiped it away and said “Goodnight. Charity.” And he left. I laid down on the bed and just thought about some stuff, stuff like why I didn’t tell Jasper who I was, why I didn’t let him kiss me just now. I knew that it was just my instincts telling me not to tell him, I wondered why. I love Jasper. I knew I loved him. THEN WHY COULDN’T I JUST STRAIT OUT TELL HIM THE TRUTH!!!!!???? “UGH!!!!!!!” I inadvertently cried out loud, I felt someone tug on my hair which I’d taken out of the braid. I sat up and gasped then I heard someone chuckle, I turned around and saw Jasper looking through an opening in the wall. “You might want to scream a bit louder, I don’t think they heard you in Tokyo.” His eyes sparkled as he said this. Out of habit, from when we were kids and he’d pull something like this, I flicked his nose and said “Why can’t you be nice to me for once?” seemingly without thought Jasper said, just as he’s always responded, “I’m nice to you all the time, I just feel like being a pain right now…whoa; déjà vu.” “What do you mean?” he shook his head, “Nothing…I just used to do that a lot with Charity Jameson. I really miss her…and Jonas.” He sighed and continued “Anyway, I’ll let you get to bed. Night.” “Goodnight Jasper.” Jasper smiled at me and closed the door. I laid back down and fell asleep quickly. The next morning I woke up, went down stairs and found that no one else was up. So I fixed myself breakfast and by the time I was nearly done Jasper and Katie had come down. While the three of us were talking my phone rang; I looked at the caller ID, it was my landlord, Mr. Kane. He never calls me unless there’s a problem with something, or someone. As I answered the phone, all I could think was “What has Gabriel done now?” What I actually said was “Hey Mr. Kane.” “Hello Tory, I’m afraid I have bad news.” “What happened? Are Emma and Gabriel alright?” “Yes, they’re ok, but I’m sorry to say that you’re being evicted.” I felt myself go white, where in the world was I going to move to? “Why am I being evicted? I’m ahead on my rent, I’ve never broken a single rule, and I’ve lived in that apartment since you started renting out four years ago.” “Tory, I’m sorry, you’re a model tenant, but I’m selling the building and the new owner isn’t interested in renting. I’m giving you a months notice, and I’m willing to refund the rent you won’t be using.” “Ok, thank you for the notice. Bye.” “Goodbye Tory, I’m sorry about this.” And he hung up. I turned to Jasper and said “Do you think they’ll hear me in Tokyo now? UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” “What’s the matter Charity?” “I’m being EVICTED!!!!! I’ve rented there for four years and now I’m being kicked out!” Jasper looked at Katie, she shrugged. Jasper looked back at me and said “You can move in here. You can even have the room next to mine if you want.” I placed my hand on his shoulder and said “Thank you Jasper, but I’m not the only one that needs to move.” “Who else is there?” “There’s Gabriel Lenox, Jonas’s’ grandson, and Emma Wright, a friends’ daughter.” “They can move in too.” After a moment of shock, his words sunk in and I flung my arms around his neck and cried “Thank you!!!! Jasper THANK YOU!!!!!” Jasper stuttered “N-no pro-problem.” He gently unwound my arms from his neck, held my hands in his and said “You have a heartbeat. How are you a vampire if you have a heartbeat?” “It has to do with my being both vampire and nacita. The fact that my dad was a werewolf probably helps. But my heartbeat is really faint, the last time I went to a doctor they panicked because they couldn’t find my pulse.” Jasper just laughed, it was nice to make him laugh. I’d hardly ever been able to in the past. When he had calmed down Jasper asked “Do you need help moving?” Katie left the room as though reading my thoughts. I moved closer to Jasper, smirked and asked “Do you think I can’t move myself?” “N-no I-I…” I moved ever so slightly closer to him “Does the ‘big strong vampire’ think little old me can’t lift heavy boxes into Gabriel’s car?” “N-no, I-I-I mean yes? How am I supposed to answer?” he ran a hand through my hair, I closed my eyes, and the distance between us. Jasper gently pulled me closer; we were just about to kiss when I opened my eyes and said “Don’t kiss me Jasper, not just yet.” Jasper looked at me and kissed my cheek. I closed my eyes and felt a tear slide down my cheek. “Do you want to go now, Charity?” I bit my lip and nodded. As we walked to my apartment we talked about what we’d been up to the past century, and I told him about my life after he disappeared, all the time letting him think that Charity Jameson was dead, which, ironically, nearly killed me. “So what did you do after Charity and Jonas died?” Jasper asked, I replied “Not much, I grieved for a while, then I decided to see the world. What about you? You know, Charity was devastated after you left.” Jasper muttered “I didn’t do very much, just hid with Isaac for the most part before meeting up with Katie again. Where did you go?” “I went to Europe. I’d always wanted to go to Paris…here we are; this is my building.” We went up to the apartment, I introduced Jasper to Emma and asked her “Where’s Gabriel?” Emma shrugged, and said, southern accent and all “I think he’s still asleep. He is CA-UTE.” I gave her a look that said ‘talk, alone, NOW.’ We walked over to the kitchen and I asked “What do you mean ‘he is CUTE’ Emma?” “I mean Gabriel’s cute. And may I say your friend isn’t exactly ugly either.” I hissed “Emma Elena Wright, Jasper is WAY too old for you. And besides a hundred years ago he was in love with me.” “THAT’S JONAS JASPER?!?!?!?!?!?” “Shush!!!!! He doesn’t know I’m me!” “What?! Why???” “My instincts are telling me not to tell him.” “Oooohhhh…got cha.” “Yeah, and by the way, if I find out that anything inappropriate

happens between you and Gabriel, your parents will hear about it.” “Don’t worry…nothing will happen.” “It better not.” And we went back out to Jasper. Gabriel was standing with him and just talking. I decided to make sure that nothing had slipped out of his mouth, so I asked “What have you guys been talking about?” and I added, thinking to Gabriel, “You haven’t mentioned who I am, have you?” “No.” then Jasper said “Gabriel was just explaining that he started staying with you yesterday.” “That’s cool, did you happen to tell him who you are?” then I muttered so that just Jasper could hear “Or what?” “No I haven’t, I thought that would be a good story for the walk back to the house.” Gabriel looked at me and asked “Victoria? What is he talking about?” I smiled, reverted to nacitian and said “We’re moving! Mr. Kane called this morning and told me that the building is being sold, and Jasper was kind enough to offer to let us move in with him and his room mates.” Gabriel gaped at me and asked “We’re moving in with him?!?” I nodded, but before I could answer Jasper asked “He speaks nacitian? What aren’t you telling me Charity?” “One of his ancestors was a nacita…and a werewolf.” Jasper went to answer but I held up my hand and said “It will be a nice story for the walk back.” As I packed, I made sure I thought “Don’t mention that it was Jonas that was a nacita/werewolf.” Gabriel asked “Why?” “Jasper doesn’t know about Jonas being anything but human. And it’s a small step from werewolf and nacita, to vampire and nacita. And I’m not ready to tell him about me just yet.” Gabriel just nodded. When we were ready to go, we each took two boxes and started walking. It was a really nice day out; especially considering it was nearing Halloween. I nudged Jasper in the ribs and muttered “Would you like to tell that good story now?” “Ok. Hey Gabriel, did I tell you that I used to know your grandfather?” “Which one?” “Jonas Jameson. In fact my cousin’s your grandmother.” “Your cousin??? How old are you?” “One hundred and sixty-three. I’ll be one hundred and sixty-four in November.” “Let me rephrase that question; what are you?” Jasper just looked at Gabriel, and smiled. Making sure to show his fangs. I laughed at the look on Gabriel’s face. He’d always been a little prone to believing the ‘classic’ vampire stories like Dracula. So he’s not very fond of vampires, other than me…he also happens to like acting like an over protective brother…I just couldn’t wait to see how this would work out! After I stopped laughing I said “Gabriel, you honestly look more and more like Jonas each time you pull a goofy face!” he looked at me, and did his ‘vampire’ face. At least that’s what he calls it; I refer to it as his Medusa impersonation… eyebrows raised, eyes squinted and tongue out. I smiled and said “Still not vampire, wolf boy.” Both Emma and Jasper looked at me then at Gabriel and asked “What does she mean ‘wolf boy’!?!?!?” Gabriel shrugged and said “I’m half werewolf and half nacita. As Charity’s already said, and you obviously decided not to hear.” I walked over to Emma and whispered “You’re starting to drool…” “Shut up! I’m not drooling; I’m merely severely crushing.” I started to laugh as Jasper asked “Where do you get the werewolf from?” Gabriel glanced at me, and then he said “I’m not sure. I think it’s from somewhere on my moms side. By the way, can you tell your story as we walk?” “What do you mean ‘my story’?” “Like your background? Like why you abandoned my grandparents and my great aunt?” I’d never seen Gabriel look at anyone the way he was looking at Jasper; with a face of stone and a tone of voice to match. Jasper was obviously surprised, and didn’t respond. “Yes, I know about that.” “How?” “A popular pass time back then was keeping a journal. I happen to have both Charity’s and Amelia’s. And they both talk about your disappearance.” As Jasper went to answer we reached the house. We went in and decided who got which room. I got to keep the one next to Jaspers; Emma took the room across from Gabriel, who had the room next to Isaac. After we all got settled Emma and Gabriel met Isaac and Katie and we just relaxed for a while before homework. Later that day Gabriel pulled me over for a private talk, “Are you sure about this?” “About what?” “About our moving in with three vampires.” “Yes, I’m sure about it. And you’ll have to get used to it or you’ll have to go live with your grandma Lenox.” Gabriel’s eyes bugged and I said “Yeah, now you get the picture.” Gabriel’s grandmother was eighty years old and as nutty as a fruitcake made for chipmunks. “Just try to relax a bit Gabriel. You’ll get used to vampires. Try not to rely on things like Dracula when it comes to normal vampires. It’s just one humans view of the evil ones.” I patted his shoulder and went back out to the others. A few weeks went by and Jasper and I grew closer, not as close as we used to be, but closer. And I was happy about that. Then one night around Thanksgiving, everyone, except for Jasper and I, was out. After dinner we cleaned up and Jasper said “I have a surprise for you.” He held out his hand and I took it. Jasper led me to a door, he opened it and I gasped; it was a music room. There was a piano, three different guitars and some flutes! As soon as I saw it, I knew the piano was Jaspers. Ever since we were little, Jasper had been in love with pianos. At one point he’d even tried to teach me, but it just didn’t work. “Jasper, this is awesome!” he smiled and said “I thought you’d like it.” He walked over to the piano, sat down and asked “Would you like to hear a song?” I nodded vigorously and Jasper began to play an old waltz. I started to dance; I closed my eyes and didn’t realize Jasper had stopped playing until he placed one hand on my waist, the other in my hand and slipped right into the dance. I opened my eyes, smiled and laughed, Jasper just looked at me. It was the way that he used to look at me; like he was just happy to see me, and only me, dancing with him. When we stopped dancing, I curtsied. Jasper bowed, and kissed my hand; then he straightened and hugged me. Pulling me closer to him than I had been in a long time. After a moment Jasper whispered “Charity, I don’t know why, but your heart beat feels really familiar.” I started to cry. I wanted to just tell him, but I’d never gone against my instincts before, and I wasn’t going to start now. I just stood in Jaspers arms until we heard the door slam shut in the other room and Gabriel called “Charity! We’re back!” I assumed ‘we’ meant him and Emma, so I reluctantly pulled away from Jasper and said “We should go out there.” He pulled back into the hug and buried his face in my hair muttering “Or we could just stay in here?” I pulled away from Jasper again, placed a hand on his cheek and said “Gabriel and Emma can sense that I’m here. It’s part of being a nacita.” He nodded and we left the room. Over the next two days, (which meant I had less than a week until his birthday), I concocted a plan to tell Jasper who I was. It was something that we, (Jonas, Jasper, Amelia and I), used to do to tell one another things that we didn’t want others to know. It would be subtle things, like letting something ‘slip’ that only I would know, or letting Jasper see one of the things he’d sent me for my birthday when he was away. Then, right after I’d finally gotten a plan together; I over heard Katie talking to Emma and Gabriel. I listened to two sentences, and those few words ripped my heart out, “You and Jasper are what!?!?” “Jasper and I are supposed to be true loves.” Katie didn’t see me as she said this. I just went upstairs trying not to cry. Jasper was coming out of his room as I reached it. “Hey Charity. What’s wrong? You look like you’re going to cry.” I slapped his face and said “What’s wrong!?!? What’s wrong is that you’ve been flirting with me, and making me think that you liked me, while all this time you knew that you’re supposed to be with Katie!” “What!?!? No, Charity, you don’t understand-” “No I don’t Jasper, and when you can explain why you decided to fool me, you can talk to me.” I went into my room and locked the door behind me. I sat on my bed and cried my eyes out. When I calmed down I could hear Jasper and Katie talking in the hallway, “Katie, what did you say to her!?” “I didn’t say anything! She must have over heard me talking to Emma!” “Well go fix it! She won’t talk to me.” A moment later I heard a knock on my door and Katie asked “Tory? May I come in?” I wiped my eyes and said “Sure Katie.” She opened the door, walked into the room and sat down next to me. “Tory, I think you may have overheard me earlier, but you didn’t get the entire story.” I looked at her and asked “What do you mean?” “When I said that Jasper and I are supposed to be ‘true loves’ I hadn’t finished the sentence. I was saying that we do truly love each other…as siblings. It’s been a running joke for the past ninety years!” my jaw dropped, “You mean I’ve been crying over Jasper and you for nothing?!?!?” Katie laughed and said “You know, when you fall for someone you seem to fall hard.” “I do not!” “Then why, when you’re not even officially dating, are you so upset that Jasper was supposed to be with someone else?” without thinking I said “Because I’ve known him for years and he should know better than to hide things like that from me!” Katie looked at me, obviously confused and said “Tory, you’ve only known Jasper for a few months. Why do you say it’s been years?” I took a deep breath and said “Because I’m not Tory Johnson. My real name is Charity Jameson, the Charity that Jasper knew when he was a kid.” “How is that possible? Jasper said that Charity was human.” “I never told him what I was. I didn’t even know until I was fifteen that I was part vampire.” I could tell that Katie was skeptical, “Then why not just tell Jasper now?” “It’s a long story, but let’s say that my instincts haven’t led me wrong yet, and right now they’re telling me not to just straight out tell Jasper.” “Tory, I find this all hard to believe.” “I know, but I can prove that I am who I say I am.” “Alright, how?” “Let me show you what I looked like when Jasper knew me.” I took a deep breath and let my disguise fall away. The normal slight pain went through my eyes as they changed back to gold and green, and my scalp tingled as my hair changed to red. Katie’s jaw dropped and she said “You look exactly how Jasper always describes Charity.” I nodded and said “And I can prove it further; you know I haven’t seen Jasper in a shirt without sleeves, right?” Katie nodded and I continued, “On his left arm is a scar from a musket ball. He got it in 1864 when my brother saved his life by tackling him to the ground because he didn’t notice a Confederate soldier aiming for him because he was fighting that soldiers’ best friend.” Katie just stared at me for a moment, I waved my hand in front of her and said “Katie…are you in there??????” she shook her head and said “Ye-yeah. So you’re really that Charity?” I went over to my dresser, picked up a picture, walked back to the bed, held it out to Katie and said “This is the only surviving picture of Jonas, Jasper and I. It was taken the day they came home from the war.” Katie took it from me and stared at it for a moment. “Jasper is going to scream when finds out.” I laughed and said “Yes he will. And since you know who I am I’d like some help.” “What do you mean?” “I have a little plan to get him to guess who I am. It’s something we used to do when we were kids.” “Well what is it?” “It’s a series of clues and hints as to what I want to tell him.” “Ok, I don’t understand what you mean.” “That’s fine; all you really need to do is keep my secret, and get him guessing.” She nodded and someone outside knocked on my door, I changed back to Tory and opened the door. Jasper was standing there, “Tory, let me explain-” “You don’t have to. Katie told me about the ‘true love… but like a sibling’ thing. Just, if there’s ever anything like that again, please tell me!” Katie got up, said “Well I’ll be going and let you two talk.” and left the room. Jasper came into the room and closed the door behind him. He walked over to me, took my hands in his and said “I am so sorry that I didn’t tell you myself. I promise I won’t keep anything like that from you again.” He kissed my hand, and inhaled my scent deeply, “God, why do you even smell like her?” Jasper started kissing my wrist hungrily, and I distractedly asked “Smell like who?” “Charity. Charity Jameson. You smell exactly like her. And you act like her, and talk like her, and dance as gracefully as she did. But worst of all, you look like her! It’s absolutely maddening.” I could barely make any of this out as he kissed my hand and wrist. It wasn’t just because his words were muttered, but also because my brain seemed to not be working correctly. I felt tears start running down my cheeks. I pulled my hand out of Jaspers, and hugged him instead; burying my face in his chest and sobbing lightly. Jasper pulled away slightly, placed a hand on my cheek, angling my face so that I looked him in the eye, and asked “What’s wrong Charity?” I shook my head, “Charity, please, you can tell me. Know that you can always tell me anything you want.” “I know that Jasper. Believe me, I know that. But I can’t tell you this yet. I can’t tell you until I can show you what I really look like.” He nodded, seeming to understand. Jasper kissed my forehead and pulled me back into the hug, holding me tighter, and closer than he had since we’d kissed that fateful morning. I have absolutely no idea how long we stood there. Nor did I care. I felt Jasper burry his face in my hair. “How long do I have to wait?” I had been immersed in memories so it took me a minute to process what he was asking, “Hmm? Wait for what?” “For you to show me what you really look like. How long do I have to wait?” “Not long, hopefully. It depends on a few things.” Now he was kissing my hair, “What things?” I couldn’t think strait again, “I-I don’t remember.” Jasper sighed, leaned his forehead against mine and whispered “You are completely confusing, you know that?” I closed my eyes and said “I’ve been told that before…” once again, we just stood there. I could feel Jaspers warm breath on my face, and I caught his scent with each breath he took. It was comforting, being so close that his scent was like being home again. It felt like I was home, like we were home. I opened my eyes, and met Jaspers gaze. I stared as though hypnotized, his eyes gently bored into mine. I studied Jaspers eyes like I was cramming for a test; hurriedly, afraid that he would look away, but carefully, not wanting to miss a single detail. They were still a gorgeous mix of deepest blue, richest amber, and most stunning green; and they were happy. I looked at his mouth; a slight smile played across his lips. I reached up, and lightly traced his mouth with one finger; wishing all the while that I could kiss him without instantly giving away my secret. (Have I mentioned that I hate keeping secrets from him???) After I finished tracing his lips, Jasper whispered “You won’t let me kiss you right now. Will you, Charity?” I shook my head slightly, and met his eyes again. Now there was longing in them; and I knew he saw the same thing in my own eyes. He smirked a little, “Not even if I say my jaw still hurts?” I placed my perpetually cold hand on his cheek and asked “Does that help?” “A little.” I smiled apologetically and said “I’m sorry I hit you.” “I’ll live.” I let my hand fall, and kissed his cheek. I caught the taste of Jaspers skin, and, (even though he’s a vampire), I wanted to bite him. For some reason Jasper had always brought out my vampire side. Especially his scent, that always made me thirsty, and, now, homesick. I could clearly remember the first day I’d smelled him through a vampires’ nose…

It had been two weeks since my fifteenth birthday, two weeks since I’d become ill, and one week since I learned I was part vampire. My mother had brought me blood, almost nothing but blood, and I drank it eagerly. Once I started breaking cups she brought me small animals to feed off of. Mostly birds and rodents, I refused to bite rabbits and deer. Mother let me out of my room when she thought I could handle being around humans; Jonas however was still awaiting the full moon for a transformation. When I had heard that Jasper was waiting for me in the garden I rushed out to greet him; I hadn’t even gotten to thank him for my present before I collapsed in pain. I saw him before I smelled him, Jaspers hair was unkempt and he looked worried; then he saw me and smiled. I smiled back, not bothering to hide my fangs; he’d notice them at some point anyway. I was about a yard away from him when the wind blew from behind him; sending Jaspers scent strait into my face. It hit me like a battering-ram. One moment I was glad to see my best friend standing there, and the next it was all I could do to not rip his throat out. I covered my mouth and nose with my hand to dilute his scent with mine. He was at my side in a moment, “Charity? What’s the matter?” “Nothing,” I said through clenched teeth, “I was merely walking too quickly and became nauseous.” I looked at Jaspers face, he was obviously worried. I dropped my hand slowly, carefully, and smiled reassuringly. “I’m alright, Jasper, really. I just need to sit down for a moment.” I took a cautious breath and his scent hit me again; honey and lilac, with the bite of straight peppermint. I thought it was a strange scent for a man. But then I thought of Jaspers personality; genteel, but not a coward. He’d stood up for me several times when we were children; whenever someone would tease me about playing with boys, Jasper would be at my side…

I came back to the present and realized I was crying into Jaspers shirt. He had pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me as I’d sobbed. “What’s wrong? Please Charity, tell me. I want to be able to help you.” I looked up at him, I could tell he was worried again. I placed a hand on his cheek and said “I’m so sorry that I can’t tell you yet, Jasper. You already know what’s wrong but you just don’t realize it yet.” He raised an eyebrow at me, “Please explain.” I sighed, and laughed slightly before saying “You know me well enough that you know what’s wrong; you know how to make it better, but you’re denying it because your logic is telling you that it’s impossible.” Jasper looked like I’d smacked him. “Don’t say that Charity. You don’t know how many times I’ve hoped that was true, how many times I have dreamt that it was true, and then had to wake up and face reality. I beg you; do not give me false hope when it comes to Charity Jameson.” I pulled away from him, took his hand, said “If there is one thing I will never do, it is lie to your face. Now come with me.” I led Jasper out the door that goes to my terrace and then up a ladder I found that leads to a widow’s walk. We reached the top and sat in the dark for a moment. Then I broke the silence, “She loved you, Charity, I mean. She really did love you.” Jasper didn’t answer for a long time. But he finally said “Can you tell me something?” “Whatever you want to know.” He thought for a moment, “Why did she refuse me for so long?” “Jasper, please understand that your friendship was the most important thing in Charity’s life. She didn’t want to loose it over a fight or something stupid. She was devastated when you disappeared; she kept thinking that she saw you in the woods. She was that way for years.” Jasper looked as though I were torturing him. “She saw me? Charity saw me watching her?” Watching me? “What do you mean Jasper?” “After I was sure I could be around humans again I started watching Charity, making sure nothing ever happened to her. Making sure she was safe.” His voice broke as though he would start crying. I hugged him and said “Don’t cry, please don’t, Jasper.” He took a couple of deep breaths to steady himself, then he looked at me and said “I’m alright. Tell me more; tell me everything that happened when I had to leave.” So I told him. I told him about how it was for me and Jonas, and about Jonas and Amelia’s wedding; and how Jonas had decided to not have a best man since Jasper hadn’t been there. I told him about their kids, and about how Jonas and Amelia had died. “Amelia died first, right after giving birth to her third child; he was their second son, so Amelia insisted that he be named Jasper Joseph, for you and your dad. Jonas died a few years later from a blood disease that he’d gotten from a bullet wound back in the Civil War. Charity took care of the children after that, and she asked me to keep my eye on her family for her.” “I was the reason Jonas got that wound.” “Jonas Jasper Hawthorn, I know what you’re thinking; it was not your fault that Jonas died. He was only human.” He started to stutter incoherently and I hugged him tighter. We stayed there, me soothing Jasper, and him with his arms around me; trying not to cry, for a long time. After a while, we laid down, and watched the stars. I remembered doing this with him when we were younger, when we were home. I sighed, and Jasper slid his arm around me. I moved close to him, and lay there with my head on his shoulder. We were silent for a long time, and the question that had been eating at me finally had to be spoken. “Jasper, why did you leave?” I felt him sigh, “I didn’t want to. Believe me, the last thing I wanted to do was leave. That day, the day I came home from war, was the best day of my life. I’d been trying to court Charity for years, and she’d always refused me. But that day, she kissed me. I’d dreamt of that moment the entire time I was gone, there were days, battles, where the thought of her was the only thing that kept me going. I never did tell her that she was the only reason I made it through my surgery. The weeks after I returned were…perfection. I planed to propose on her birthday, but that night, I was attacked. I walked straight into it. I heard someone calling my name from the woods. I followed the voice until I came to a small, crystal clear pond. Sitting at the edge was a girl, she couldn’t have been older than sixteen, she had flowing black hair, and eyes like the moon. She stood as I walked up, she smiled and said “Hello Jasper, I’ve been expecting you.” She came close to me then, and started whispering things to me. Things that, as a gentleman, I will not repeat,” I suddenly did not like the idea of what she had been saying, “I could feel my heart beating extremely fast, but all I could think of was Charity, her face, her voice, what she would be saying if we’d found the pond together,” he chuckled, “She would’ve asked to go swimming. And if I said no, she would’ve pulled me in anyway,” I laughed now, too. He knew me too well, “The girl was silent for a moment, just staring at me, then she pounced. The pain was horrible when she bit me, and then I passed out. I didn’t wake up for several days. When I did I went to find the girl, she was still at the pond. When I approached, she smiled and said ‘I knew you wouldn’t stay away, Jasper.’ I scowled at her and said ‘Right now the only reason I’m here is because I have a lot of questions and no answers.’ She patted the ground next to her as an offer for me to sit. I didn’t move. She pouted and said ‘Come now, Jasper. We might as well be civil to each other. Here I’ll start, my name is Gloria Walker,” I started, “Hold up, ‘Walker, as in-” “Isaac? Yes, now where was I? Oh right, she held her hand out, but I did not take it. ‘What did you do to me?’ I asked. She giggled and said ‘Why, silly, I bit you. You are a vampire like me now,’ I could have thrown up, Gloria didn’t seem to notice, ‘Now, what did you need to ask me?’ I shook my head, and had to sit down. My thoughts were chaotic. A vampire? Immortal? Ever living, never aging or dying, never able to have a normal life. Never able to be with Charity. I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest, and the wound left to fester. The next few days are a blur, I did not move from the spot where I sat. I even resisted when Gloria brought humans to the lake to feed on. I could not stand the thought of taking another’s life, just to sustain my own empty existence. In the time I spent with Gloria I learned that she had some mental issues, and that she was Isaac’s older sister. Thankfully, one day, while she was away hunting, Isaac came to the clearing. He’d followed Gloria’s scent and found me, weak and starving, sitting under the same tree. He took one look at me and said ‘Hey kid, let me help you’. He held his hand out to me, I hesitated, but finally took it. I tried to get to my feet, but nearly fell from thirst. Isaac understood and kept me from falling, he half dragged, and half carried me out of that clearing. I have never gone back there since, and I still have no desire to. After Isaac taught me that we could live on deer and fresh meat I started looking after Charity. Watching her, keep her out of harms way. I did that for about ten years, then the pain of not being able to be closer to her got to me…” His voice trailed off, and I said soothingly, “I understand how you feel.” “How?” I looked at him and stroked his cheek, “When I was young, before I fully knew what I was, I was in love. He was the best man I ever knew. He was kind, genteel, fun and funny. He could make a joke out of anything and everything, and he often did exactly that. He was, quite literally, the man of my dreams. I just failed to see it before it was too late, and I lost him.” We were silent for only a moment, “What happened to him?” I sighed, “I still do not know. Perhaps I’ll find out soon.” Jasper nodded, “Does it ever get better?” “What?” “The empty feeling, does it ever go away? I mean, there are times when I don’t feel it, but then I’ll see something, or hear something, that will remind me of Charity, and that feeling will be back again.” I laughed once, humorlessly, “Jasper, for people like us, the immortal who have loved and lost, that feeling is always there. Right under the surface, waiting to engulf us and drag us into the darkest side of our nature, the side we fight off with every humane action we take.” “Have you ever lost control?” I sighed, “No, though I suppose that the fact that I’m closer to human than vampire helps. As does the fact that I have never hidden from humans.” Jasper didn’t say anything to this, and I started to doze off. I woke later that night, back in my room, and listening to very familiar screams from the next room. I ran into Jaspers room, and straight to his side. Jasper was thrashing around in his bed, like he did right after coming home from the war. As I got closer, Jasper woke up and nearly shouted “The Crater!” I placed my hand on his cheek and said “Shhh…shhh…Jasper you’re safe, look at me. Jasper look at me.” He turned in my direction, but his eyes were wild, and petrified. I just looked at him for a moment and stroked his cheek. When Jasper calmed a little, I said “Jasper, you’re safe, you’re home, with me. You’re safe. The Crater happened a long time ago. You’re home now.” He still only stared at me, but now he held my hand, and after a moment he said “Charity?” I nodded, “Yes, Jasper, I’m here.” “You’re alive?” “Yes…” I was starting to get puzzled, “Of course I’m alive.” “It was a dream. All just a bad dream. It’s still 1865.” My ears pricked up at that statement. I used my free hand to move some hair behind an ear, while letting just enough fall free so I could see the color. I was a redhead. In my rush to get to Jasper I forgot to change back to Tory. My thoughts were cut short when Jasper suddenly kissed me. I made a surprised sound, and my eyes widened for a moment; then I felt his lips move against mine, and I melted. I didn’t care if this ruined my plan, this was Heaven, this was my perfection. He gently pulled me onto the bed, and held me. I clung to him, pulling myself closer, Jasper didn’t complain. He just wrapped his arms around me tighter, slid one hand into my hair, and kissed me even more passionately. After a while I had to pull away so I could catch my breath. Jasper just looked at me. I can’t describe how good it felt to know that as he looked at me he saw me not Tory Johnson, just me. I stroked his cheek and said, “I love you.” Jasper leaned toward me, leaned his forehead against mine and said “As I love you. Charity, you would not believe how good it is to see you. I feel like I’ve been away for so long.” I smiled kindly, “I understand Jasper, three years was a long time to me too.” he shook his head, “It’s not that Charity, I’m talking about my dream. It was awful. I thought I’d lost you. I-” I placed a finger on Jaspers mouth and said “Sh. Jasper, you’ll never loose me. I’d find you, somehow, no matter how long it took me. Do you really think I’d give up my true love that easily?” Jasper smiled ecstatically, and kissed me again. This time, I forgot that I wasn’t home. When we finally broke apart, I tucked my head in his neck, and Jasper held me. After a while we both started yawning and laid down. “Jasper, I need to go.” Jaspers arms tightened around me and he said “Please stay. At least stay until I’m asleep, please Charity?” I sighed when he said my name again, “Alright. I’ll stay until you’re asleep.” he nodded, and kissed my hair. We were silent for a long time, and I wished that this wouldn’t end. But, Jasper started snoring, and I had to leave. I got up, carefully so I didn’t wake Jasper. I kissed his forehead and left the room. I went back to my room and fell asleep again. The next morning Jasper was depressed. After Emma and Gabriel left for work I asked “Ok, what’s wrong?” He sighed and said “I had an incredibly realistic dream last night.” I nodded, “The Crater?” Jasper nearly chocked on his coffee, “You heard that part?” I nodded again, “Yes, and you mumbling after that. Though I couldn’t understand you.” Jasper was quiet for a while, then he said, “I had a dream about Charity. I thought I was home, in the right time. Again.” “Again?” “Yeah…I have dreams like that quite often. Though, usually not quite so vividly.” I placed my hand on top of his and said “I’m sorry. I under-” Jasper pulled his hand out of mine and said “Don’t say you understand. Please do not try to empathize with me on this.” “Why not?” “Because everyone does. And no one can possibly understand what it’s like to-” I cut him off, “To what? To have dreams that your one true love is still alive? To think that you’re not immortal, and actually have a chance at a life with them, a normal, human life? Just to have it ripped from under you the second you wake up, and once again cry over that person, the life that you want so much but can never have? Well I have news for you, Private Jonas Jasper Hawthorne, I’ve been having those same dreams for almost a century and a half. So, yes I know exactly what it’s like.” At that, I left Jasper with his mouth open, and went to my room. I had no idea why I’d snapped at him like that. I just had. I just sat on my bed, my head in my hands, tears streaming down my face. I looked up when I heard a knock on the door. I got up, walked to the door and asked “Who is it?” “Isaac, can I come in?” I nodded, and opened the door, “What do you want?” He shrugged, “Not much… I was just wondering why the kid was downstairs banging his head against the wall saying ‘stupid, stupid, stupid!’?” I blushed, “I didn’t mean to upset him like that… He can be just so…ugh.” I leaned my forehead against the door and willed the tears back. Isaac put a hand on my shoulder and said “Whatever he did, he didn’t mean it. He cares for you Charity, more than I think you know, or he wants to admit.” I smiled a little, “Thanks Isaac. I should go talk to Jasper, I wanted to ask him something anyway…maybe it can be a peace offering.” “Go get ‘em kiddo.” I headed downstairs, and sure enough, Jasper was in the living room. Beating his head on the wall. I slipped between him and the wall. Jasper’s eyes were closed so he didn’t see me, “You know, Jazz, a bruise on your forehead isn’t very attractive.” He opened his eyes and stared down at me, “What do you want Charity?” “I’m sorry.” “For what?” I placed a hand on his cheek, “For what I said earlier. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that or where it came from.” “I’m sorry too.” “You don’t have anything to apologize for. You just had an unbelievably realistic dream.” Jasper closed his eyes, and leaned his forehead against mine, “I know, and one of these days they’ll drive me to drink.” “Don’t say that.” “Why? It’s true. I love Charity Jameson, I’ve loved her since I can remember. But…” He opened his eyes to look at me, “I think I’m in love with you, as well.” I smiled, and wrapped my arms around his neck, whispering “Hold me. Jonas Jasper Hawthorne, wrap your arms around me and hold me as tight as you can. And don’t you dare think of being late tomorrow.” I repeated the last words I had spoken to Jasper before he disappeared all those years ago, I knew he’d recognize them. “What did you say?” I pulled away, “Nothing. But I did want to ask you something…?” “What?” “Well, a couple of my friends are in town and I was wondering if you wanted to come bowling with us?” “Uh…I don’t know how to bowl.” I laughed, “That’s fine. Knowing Riley, Mia and me, we’ll maybe get one ‘serious’ game in. We haven’t seen each other in about fifteen, or twenty years.” Jasper thought for a second, then said “Ok. If you let me drive.” “Um…In a car?” Jasper just looked at me, “No Charity. In a chariot.” I frowned, “Very funny. But…ok.” Jasper took my hand and we walked to the car. As we drove to the bowling alley Gabriel’s parents and I own, I explained a few things to Jasper, “So my friends are both like me. They’re both Half Bloods, and both have talents. Though, we still don’t know how Mia ended up with one, since she’s half secita and not nacita.” “Ok, and your friend, Riley, he’s vampire and nacita like you?” I nodded, “We met back in the eighties. He was having some issues, and had started auto-drinking. When I ran into him, it was because I’d smelled his blood, and recognized the mixed scent. He was drunk, and feeding at the time. Mia, who was physically eleven at the time, was trying to stop him. She hated seeing him like that. I simply walked over to Riley, yanked his wrist out of his mouth and said ‘Keep doing that, and your sister will have someone to mourn.’ He just glared at me, got up, and walked away,” I looked at the highway sign, “Get off here, Jasper.” He nodded, and took the exit, “If that’s how you met, why are you friends?” “Because Mia and I talked, she may have physically been a child at the time, but she’s never been a fool. She took me to where they were staying, hoping I’d be able to help Riley. They’re closer than most siblings, and what he was doing scared her. You should ask Riley to tell you the rest though, it’s much more entertaining coming from him.” Jasper raised an eyebrow, “Can I trust you on this?” “I make no promises you won‘t regret it.” Jasper laughed, “Ok. Is there anything I should be warned about before I meet them?” I thought for a second before answering, “Riley can turn invisible, and he likes to pull pranks on Mia and I while we’re bowling. I don’t know if he’d do it to you or not, but you should know just in case.” Jasper nodded, and I pointed out the parking lot. We drove in and Jasper told me to go on ahead because he wanted to hunt before meeting my friends. I said alright, and walked in the building. I walked to the front desk, and turned to see my closest, oldest friend leaning against the snack bar. Riley Coltear was six feet three inches tall, with pale skin, and golden brown hair. Though the golden always out shown the brown…and he currently had the tips of his hair dyed red, blue, dark green, and of all things, purple. His eyes were closed, and he was listening to music on his headset. I quietly walked up to him and he stood up from the snack bar and turned to walk away. I smiled, ran up behind him, jumped on his back, and squealed “Emo Boy!!!” He stiffened like a board, and said through gritted teeth, “Get. Off. Me. Now. Woman!!!” I laughed, “Hello too Rye.” I got off his back and he shook his hair. He turned around, put on an obviously forced smile, and said “Hi Cherribelle. How’re you?” I put on a thick southern accent, “Good. Now I want my hug.” Riley laughed, and hugged me briefly. When he pulled back I asked “How was England?” He shrugged, “Good. So was France…and Germany…and Ireland…though it wasn’t better than Romania.” I smiled, “You went to Drac’s castle?” “And got chased out by those dumb Traditionalists.” He rolled his mis-match eyes. Right one gold, like mine, and the left one dark blue; announcing to every supernatural creature that he’s a Half Blood. I shrugged, “I told you to get a set of contacts. They would conceal your colors.” He opened his mouth, showing his fangs, and said “One: they’re too expensive. Two: I hardly ever see anyone who knows what I am other than you and Mia. Three: I don’t want to.” I laughed and shook my head, “Alright. You haven’t changed much. By the by, where’s my favorite little Halfy with a furry little problem?” Riley laughed, and said “Out waiting to change for the night. It’s a full moon remember?” “Ah. Well…Jasper went hunting for a while, so we have the alley to ourselves.” He nodded, then what I said fully sunk in, “Wait, who’s Jasper?” I blushed, “Jonas Jasper Hawthorn…The guy I told you about.” Understanding bloomed on Riley’s face, “The one you lost? He’s here?” I nodded, “He was Turned.” He nodded, and was silent for a minute, lost in thought. I finally waved my hand in front of his face and said “Hello? Want to do something before we have to pay attention to other people?” Riley shook his hair out, and said “Sure. Hey, you still have my bowling stuff?” I shook my head and grinned evilly, “No. I have something better.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him to my office. I opened the door and dug out a surprise I’d had waiting for him. I handed him the retro-style, green and white bag and said “Open it.” He raised and eyebrow, but sat the bag on the floor and opened it. The first things he pulled out were a pair of bowling shoes, black and gold, and by his favorite company. Then he pulled out the ball and his jaw dropped. “Cherribelle, did you do what I think you did?” I grinned again, polished my nails against my shirt, and said sarcastically, “Who? Me? Use my lovely little connection at Storm to get you a custom made prototype of the new ball not due out for another year in your favorite colors? Why, Emo Boy, do you not know me at all?” Riley was speechless, he just gaped at the emerald green and silver ball in his lap. Finally he thought “Wow…You’ve really out done yourself this time.” I smiled, and said in nacitian “It’s about to get better. Come with me.” It took me a minute to pry the bowling ball away from him, but Riley finally consented to follow me. I took him over to the digital juke box, and showed him how to override the payment system and we put on a never ending marathon of Evanescence. We were rocking out to Tourniquet when Mia walked in and scared me by sneaking up behind me and grabbing me by the waist. I screamed, and whirled around. When I saw it just Mia I said breathlessly, “Don’t do that Almond!!!” Mia, who is half secita, half werewolf, growled, her tail swishing side to side, “Don’t call me ‘Almond’ if you want to live.” I scoffed, and ruffled her hair saying “I’m sorry kiddo, but I still remember you as the little girl I met with tear filled eyes, begging Emo Boy here to stop biting himself.” She and Riley both laughed. We decided to go get the lane set up for bowling. We got the fresh oil down, and started putting names in. When we were deciding what order to put the names in Jasper finally showed up. “Um…Hi.” I stood up and said “Hi Jasper!” I went over, grabbed his hand, and dragged him to meet my friends, “Jasper, these are Riley, and Alma.” Riley stood and shook Jasper’s hand, Mia just sat there and waved. Jasper stared at Mia, before he could ask I said “Mia is half werewolf, and it’s the full moon. That’s why she has the wolf ears and a tail right now.”

For obvious reasons, (like how late it is -.-“) I’m leaving this as a bulk paragraph.  Have fun guys, and stay safe!


Another Side Project


I am finally back on, so I’m going to post another side project.  Have fun!

One millennia. That’s how long I’ve been alive. It’s been lonely, living each night, never seeing the day. That’s the price you pay for being a Traditionalist; no sun, no peaceful sleep, and, let’s face it, no peace. In my human life I was a Priest’s daughter! I am still a Christian, that has never changed. But, just as a human, turning your back on your upbringing can be hard. You see, the vampire who changed me was a…hunter. His name was Jonathan, and he was a vampire that lived to kill humans, or change them if he thought they were worth looking at.

Anyway, my first memory of this life was drinking human blood. That’s all my life was for the first five hundred years; blood, running and blood. Until my ‘siblings’ and I rebelled, threw Jonathan to the villagers and went into hiding.. Over the years new vampires have joined us, and for some reason I have become the leader of our coven. These days we live in a small abandoned castle in a remote part of Romania, it’s what modern Americans would call ‘creeptastic’. I love it here, it’s my home, and it is near my birthplace. But I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t keep killing people, even if they are at deaths doorstep.

One day, I took Gavril aside and told him so. I told him, “I want to attempt living as an Ani-Blood. My sprit can no longer endure the strain of taking human lives. Perhaps living on animal blood will help me.”

Gavril bit his lip, and asked “Why do you tell me this? What do you want me to do?”

I took his hands, “Gavril, you are my second. You lead in my stead. This is what I require of you now. Take the coven, lead them somewhere for a decade or two. I need to be alone to change my diet. If you are around, still feeding on humans, I do not believe I will be capable of it. If I cannot change, I will kill myself.”

Gavril looked shocked, “Adriana, you cannot possibly believe Felix and I would-”

I cut him off, “I do not expect you or Felix to stand around watching. You and he are my brothers, in every way that matters and more. Do this for me Gavril. If you return to find me yet living, rejoice with me! But if you return to find me gone, do as my brother would, and give me a proper Romanian burial.”

Gavril growled, and said a few choice words in his native tongue, then he glared at me and said “Adriana Bloodgood, I am still older than you. I can, and will-”

I cut him off again, “Are you challenging me for leader?”

“If that’s what it takes to keep you alive.”

I dropped his hands, grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled him within a foot of my face and said “Perhaps you do not understand me. It does not matter who leads the coven. If I cannot change how I live I will die. If you do not leave me alone for a decade, ten years that’s all, then I cannot change.”

He continued to glare at me, then he dropped his gaze, “I want to be able to check on you.”

I sighed, and let him go. “Then come back after five years. But do so alone, you should prepare yourself for what may happen.”

Gavril growled again, “It will not happen. You are too strong.”

I smiled, “Pray that is true. Now go tell Felix and Majestria what I’ve said. Get the coven ready, and leave.”

Gavril nodded, “Alright. Will you see us off?”

I shook my head, “No. I’m thirsty, I should hunt before sunrise.”

He nodded again, knowing I refused to say goodbye and gave me our customary farewell, “Be at peace, sister.”

“You as well brother,” I patted his arm, “I will see you in five years.”

He didn’t look at me as he answered, “I hope so.”

With that, Gavril left. I sighed, put on my cloak, and took my favorite exit from the castle…the window.

I grabbed the top braches of the nearest tree, and started swinging myself to the ground. I woke up a few birds on the way down, and they put up a racket to, uh, wake the dead. Well, it just meant I needed to go a ways to find some decent game.

It took me some time, but I finally found a small heard of deer. I set my sights on a large doe. She was getting a drink from the river when I approached. I pounced, my fangs sinking easily into the flesh of her neck. I got one taste of her blood, and rolled off her into the river, spiting the foul liquid from my mouth. The herd scattered as I sat in the water, coughing. Deer blood tasted worse than dirt.

I sat there, praying, thinking. Then it hit me, something an Ani-Blood who stayed with my coven a few centuries back had said. He’d been sitting with me in the library, drinking wine and discussing things. We’d come to the subject of blood drinking, and he said “Some animal blood is repulsive. But if you hunt the predators, there lies the good blood. You almost cannot tell the difference between their blood, and that of an elder human.”

That was it, find a predator, a hunter. I had to go to the mountains to do it, but I finally found a decent…meal. It wasn’t as bad as I thought, and the Ani-Blood had been right, predator blood tasted like that of an old person.

The years passed, and I was successful with my lifestyle change. Gavril did return after five years, to find a much happier me than when he left. We went down to the part of the cellar that I had converted to a sitting room and talked. He asked all the normal questions, how have I been? How was the animal blood?

“What is it like to sleep without nightmares?”

I smiled, “I am not completely rid of them yet…”

He raised an eyebrow, “Adriana…you haven’t been cheating?”

“I have not! You remember the undertaker in the village?”

“The one Felix got to pay for electricity?”

“Yes, and I found out why he paid for it; Felix drained the corpses for him…”

It took a moment for this to sink in, “You haven’t!? Adriana tell me you are not dumb enough to drink the deads’ blood?”

“Of course not! Felix, yes, me, no. I still drain the blood for him, and I get the same perks as Felix arranged, but I use the blood as bait for the animals I hunt.”

Gavril nodded, and smirked “I assume that’s where the sound system came from?”

I smiled again, shyly this time, “And all the new books in the library. I’ve had to move it to the tower room.”

Gavril had laughed, but dawn was nearing, so he had to leave. I insisted we stick to the original agreement, and he should return in five years.

I spent another year alone, my only interaction being with the undertaker and the bodies he had me drain. I became lonely, I’d never noticed it before, since I had never been away from my coven, but there was a hole inside me. I could not remember ever feeling this way, not even in human memories. I felt…slightly empty.

Then the dreams started. I thought the nightmares had been bad, but in a way, these were worse. In the nightmares, I was chased by my victims until the sun rose and burnt me to a crisp. I couldn’t clearly remember these dreams. All I saw when I thought of them was the sun and the moon, next to each other in a black sky with no stars.

The dreams plagued me for a year after Gavril left, until one night when I was sitting down to put my normal entry in my journal. I heard a banging on the castle door and went to get it. I assumed it would be a vampire looking for shelter from the thunderstorm outside; so I was surprised when I heard a heart beating on the other side of the door.

I opened the door to see a man standing there. He had a heavy coat on, and the hood drawn over his face so I couldn’t see what he looked like. He was soaked, and so was the duffle bag he was carrying, he looked at me and asked, in badly accented Romanian, “Bun

ă ziua, vă vorbesc limba engleză?”

I covered my mouth to hide a laugh, and said “Yes I speak English. Won’t you come in out of the rain?”

He sighed, and stepped through the door, “Yes, thank you!”

I smiled, he was an American, “You’re welcome, may I take your coat?”

He hesitated, but said “Only if you don’t freak out when you see me.”

I helped him take of his coat, saying “It takes a lot to make me, uh, ‘freak ou-” I looked at him as I was saying the last part. His eyes were two different colors, one silver and the other gold, “Half blood.” I took a step back, just staring at him, then I looked closer, “Wait, your right eye’s gold!”

Now he was the startled one, “What?”

I moved closer to him, “Your right eye’s gold, while you left eye’s silver. This is weird, you’re half vampire half werewolf, but your mother was the vampire!?”

“Uh…sort of…do you want an introduction before you figure out my life story?”

I slapped my forehead, “Sorry! Sometimes I get carried away,” I held out my hand, and automatically reverted to my ‘Human Name’, “Anya Blackwell, and you are?”

He took my hand and said “Ayden Graymark.”

I dropped his hand, “Mon Dieu aidez-moi.”

Ayden rolled his eyes, “I speak French too, why do you want God’s help?”

I whispered, “Vampire hunter.”

Ayden ran a hand through his soaked hair, “That’s my family. But not me, so please don’t ask me to slay anything for you.”

I nodded, “In that case, you’re welcome-”

He cut me off, “Has just run out? It’s ok, I’ve heard it from everyone else in the village.” He took his coat from me and said “I guess I’ll just be on my way.”

I put a hand on his arm to stop him, “Hold it right there, Ayden. You did not allow me finish. I was going to say ‘in that case, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you like’. I have no desire to see vampires slaughtered.”

Ayden looked taken aback, “A-alright then,” he pointed to his coat, “Where can I put this?”

I smiled, “You can hand that to me. You go in that room,” I pointed him to the main sitting room and took his coat, “There’s a fire so you can dry off and warm up. Are you hungry?”

He smirked as his stomach growled, and said “If it’s not too much trouble?”

I shook my head, “No trouble. I’ll be back in a few minutes, you go and get warm.”

I walked to the kitchen, hanging the coat on my way. I looked in the fridge, I had some different cuts of meat incase I got desperate or couldn’t find any decent game. I took out one of the better grade steaks and grilled it up until it smelled over done to me, (meaning about medium for a human). After that was done I walked outside to the garden, it was chilly out so I took a moment for my body to adjust its temperature. I kept a vegetable garden incase we had humans show up, I picked two handfuls of string beans and went back in to cook them.

I did something Majestria had shown me, and cooked the beans in the juice from the steak. When the beans were done I took them to Ayden with the steak and a glass of water.

Ayden was where I’d sent him, in the sitting room, admiring mine and my mothers paintings. He was looking at one I made of my father when I came in, “Do you enjoy art?” Ayden jumped, and turned around, I sat the plate of food down on the table and said “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I hope you like steak.”

Ayden smiled, “It’s alright, and yes, I like steak. I like any type of meat really. Is that a relative of yours?”

“Yes, he’s an ancestor of mine. He actually built this castle.”

Ayden frowned, “Really? I thought he built a convent?”

I laughed, “He did. You’ve only seen two of the rooms I’ve converted into living spaces.”

Ayden sat down, picked up the plate of food and utensils, and dug in, “So what you’re saying is you converted a convent?”

I laughed again, “Yes, I did.”

He shook his head, “I didn’t think it could be done.”

“So, how did you come to Romania?”

Ayden swallowed, and cleared his throat, “That’s a long story…”

“I have time.”

He sighed, “I’m not supposed to be here. I’m supposed to be in France to finish training with my aunt and uncle.”

“So why aren’t you?”

“I don’t want to be a vampire hunter. I can’t kill something I feel a connection to.”

I smiled, “You don’t mind being part vampire?”

Ayden scoffed, “I’m not technically a half blood. My parents were trying to break up a large coven before they knew my mom was carrying me. A vampire got their hands on her, and she bit them to get away. She just swallowed some of their blood in doing so.”

I nodded, “She didn’t get to a church in time?”

“Oh she got blessed in time to not turn into a Follower. But the blood got to me too, so I wound up with a few vamp perks.”

“And what about the werewolf?”

Ayden held his arm out to me, and pulled up his sleeve. On his forearm were two distinct markings; the first was a gray star, and the other was a cresset shaped scar. “A young one got me.”

“You were bitten?”

He nodded, “My silver eye, used to be brown.”

I stared, perplexed, then it dawned on me, “You weren’t fully changed due to the mix of vampire and human blood. It only affected the human part of you.”

“Exactly. I take it you recognize the tat as well?”

I smiled, and recalled something my father used to read to me, “Sit venatoria notari-”

“Quoniam praesidia populi Dei. ‘Let the hunters be marked, for they shall be the protectors of God‘s people.’ Yes, I speak Latin too.”

I laughed, “How many languages do you speak?”

“I could ask the same thing. You’ve already spoken my three favorites.”

“You, sir, are avoiding my question.”

Ayden sighed, “If you count the different sign languages…ten.”

“Name them? The spoken ones I mean, s’il vous plaît.”

Ayden sighed, and started counting on fingers, “German, Russian, Romanian, Latin, French, Spanish, and Italian. I also know parts of Ancient Egyptian.”

I smiled, “That’s incredible. Have you been to all those places?”

He shook his head, “No…I’m home schooled, and my passion is Language. I love how the different languages of the world sound, and I love learning how to speak them.”

“I should show you my Library sometime, Ayden. You would love it.”

“That would be nice,” he yawned, “Um…I’m sorry, but is there a room I can sleep in? I’m pretty beat.”

I stood, and said “Of course, follow me.”

Ayden stood, and I started walking with him on my heels. On the way to his room, I pointed out a few things he’d need to know. “So you are not surprised in the morning, I usually sleep late into day. I work for the local undertaker at night, so you will have run of the castle while I am gone. You can go anywhere you like, except the basement.”

“Why the basement?”

I looked at him, “That’s where my chambers are.”

Ayden blushed, “Ah.”

I nodded, “Before I leave I will show you the library. Once again, you may use anything you like, as long as you take good care of them. The only book you may not touch is a large red leather volume on the pedestal near the window. Before you ask, that is my personal diary.”

Ayden’s blush deepened “Ok.”

I laughed, “I would wish you luck trying to open it. I had the lock custom made and I keep the only key in a place no man will ever find it.”

We reached the room Ayden could use. I showed him in, and asked if he had any other bags, he said no and I left him for the night.

Life continued as normal after Ayden arrived. He did enjoy the library, very, very much. He lived in the library; it became a custom to have lunch in the library, at the side table, and discuss the latest book he’d been reading. He still couldn’t believe I’d read them all. Then again, he still didn’t know I was a physically fifteen-year-old vampire who’s been around longer than Da Vinci.

We also had dinner in the library often. Every evening after Ayden went to bed for the night, I’d sit down, write my journal entry, and go hunting. One night, an entry went thus:

Dear Journal,

Tonight Ayden and I discussed a collection of poems he’s found, and has become highly interested in. It’s that small collection by the American woman who’s name I can never spell correctly. Unfortunately, Ayden took the volume to his room so I do not have the reference available right now.

I am debating whether or not to tell him what I am. I have never revealed my secret to a living person, not even a Half Blood. But Ayden has been residing under my roof for near two months now, so he deserves to know. Does he not? Surly he has noticed something strange about me; has he not frequently inquired as to why I look so young? Or why I eat so little? He has even noted the strange hours I keep, and the way I speak as though I am not of this time.

If I do not tell him, I fear he will discover the truth for himself, and what would happen then? Would he accept the fact I am a Night Child, or stake me for my past transgressions against mankind? I shall admit, as much as the former appeals to me, the latter terrifies me.

I believe I will tell him. Though not now. Perhaps tomorrow, after I have fed and he has slept.

I’m leaving for the hunt now, I have fresh blood for bait, so I expect to have ample prey tonight…

Adrianna Bloodgood

I locked the journal, and took my exit through the window.

It was three hours later, hunting did not go as I had hoped. The first thing that came anywhere near me was a small fox. It wasn’t exactly what I would have liked, but it was better than nothing.

I was stalking towards my prey…that’s when I head a twig snap. The fox darted, I spun in place and pounced. We rolled on the ground for a moment, then I saw the stake hovering above my heart, and I saw Ayden on top of me.

I gasped, “Ayden!”

He looked down at me, and then at the stake, as though seeing it for the first time. He pushed off of, and away from me. He threw the stake aside, “Anya! You- You’re a-a-a-”

I crawled over to him, took his face gently between my hands, and spoke with my voice layered in Persuasion, “Yes, I am. Ayden, you need to sleep. I’ll answer all your questions tomorrow, but now just sleep…”

He tried to fight my influence, but Ayden finally fell asleep. I sighed, and picked him up as I got to my feet. I carried him home, and laid him on his bed. I pulled a chair up next to the bed, and waited for dawn.

I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to Ayden gently shaking my shoulder. As soon as I opened my eyes and lifted my head off the bed he asked “Was last night a dream?”

I looked away, “No…I apologize, Ayden. I meant to tell you today. I never wanted you to find out the way you did.”

We sat in silence for a long time. I could sense my words sinking into Ayden’s mind, coming together and making a complete picture for him.

Finally, he asked, “Who are you, really?”

“You know that portrait down stairs?”

“That does not answer my question.”

“Yes it does. The name in the corner is Adrianna Bloodgood, the name of the mans daughter. I am that same Adrianna who painted that portrait of her father.”

Ayden was silent for a while again. I was afraid, he was born and raised to kill my kind, what would he do now he knew what I was?

Ayden grabbed my hand, “Why are you shaking?”

I hadn’t realized I was. “I-I’m scared.”


Tell me what y’all think!


  • Calendar

    • October 2022
      M T W T F S S
  • Search