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There aren't really profiles for the characters in this one. These were mostly made up on the spot. But maybe I can make up a few profiles on the spot.

Eliza Marie Devour A.K.A Willow Devour- A 17-18 year old girl that ran away and disappeared. She's very sweet, as well as unstable, due to her hideous history with a vampire Fugitive. It doesn't take much for her to explode into fits out anger or depression. She's shy and always learning in this new time. She has a hard time with being a vampire and everything that comes with it. She'll put herself before others in a heartbeat, if she had one.

Domaul... (I never thought of a last name for him.) A.K.A. Dom- Dom is different. He's got to be two different people when dealing with someone with Willow. He's got to be the kind, understanding guy and the hard-a** jerk that she can't stand. He's very difficult to deal with sometimes and he knows it. He mostly does his own thing and hates rules, though he's adjusting. He doesn't like being told he's wrong but it happens to all of us...

Regina Morrone A.K.A Gina Morrow- Gina is the boss. She knows how to take control and keeps Dom in line quite often. But being in control doesn't mean she can't have fun. On the contrary, she's the club prowler of the city, always knowing where a party's rocking. She helps Willow fit into her new skin quite easily, showing her what fun is and how to have it.

Devan Volari- Devan is Bad. Really, really bad. There is no history behind him. And that's about all there is to it. Oh, he's a great actor.

I don’t remember much from my early days here. All I remember is that innate fear and the yearning to return home. It makes sense, really. The fear, I mean. The cold, nerve clenching, blood chilling fear that shouldn’t be felt in real life. It should only be felt by characters in horror novels or picture shows. I’ve never seen a picture show. But I’d like to.

My want, in itself, was childish, pointless and empty. I can’t go home, ever. Not that I’d want to but still… a part of me wishes I could go back in time and prevent all this from happening. I’d be the good little girl that mother wanted and marry the one that daddy chose. I wouldn’t have gotten into the argument with them and ran off. Then I wouldn’t have gotten attacked by that blood thirsty monster that changed me into one like him. And I certainly wouldn’t be here, god only knows much later, in a dark moldy basement, chained to a wall with a bracket around my ankle.

Only the one who made me, my sire (he calls himself that. I don’t actually know what it means), and myself have the knowledge of what went on that god forsaken night. And he used it against me any time her could. He mocked me, beat me, diminished my every hope of getting free, and took everything that made me pure.

I had accepted that I was never going to leave. Not even by some strange miracle. At least it was as bad as it could’ve been. He gave me blood and a newspaper when he felt generous. And a mattress to recover better after each “round”.

Every so often, he’d come down and bind my hands, informing me that we were leaving, before gagging me. He’d then gave me one more beating, which usually knocked me out, then wait until nightfall to load me into a small crate to move me. I didn’t know what he used to move me, but it wasn’t normally a smooth journey. No one ever heard or saw anything. Decades of work towards discreet perfection.

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A few weeks ago, he came down in a horrible fit and…just seated himself against the wall across from me. He watched me for quite some time before he stood. I waited for the hit, the starting blow. But it didn’t come. He just stood over me, glaring. “It’s all your fault.” He said as he started pacing the length of the room. “They’re after me because of you. Your screaming and carrying on all those years ago put them on my tail.”

“I…I don’t understand.” I said cautiously.

“Of course you don’t. They’ve been tracking me for decades. Somehow, someway, they finally got us.”

“Who?”

“The Vampire Order, obviously.” He sighed. “Sometimes I forget that you know absolutely nothing of your knew life. They keep the rules in check. Only the insanely stupid or naïve break them.” I bite my lip to refrain from asking a question that would surely get me hit. “You’ll remain quiet when they arrive.” He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back. “Give them no reason to come down here.” He released and walked back upstairs, locking the door behind him.

I sat in silence, wondering when they were going show up, until I heard the door open and the sound of multiple footsteps echoed from above. I could hear faint mumbling and some part of me hoped, prayed that they could know I was here.
“… Understand your rights, Mr. Volari. You’re under investigation for the kidnapping and sexual abuse of an illegal fledging.” A man’s deep voice said, growing loader as he moved about. “You…be sentenced to death… torture.”

“Please look around. I have nothing to hide.” My “sire” said calmly. I could hear them move around, going further into the house.

“No…”I cried, making no sound. “Hear me… please hear me.” Mystically, the man I heard before walked back in my direction.
“What’s through here?” He called out as he tried to open the locked door that would lead him to me.

“Just the basement. I just moved here and haven’t found the key yet. The last owners must’ve lost it. Pity, I’ve need the storage lately.”

“We need to see what’s down there,” Said a woman with a strict voice. It reminded me far too much of my mother’s voice. The thought made me want to cry.

“I’d love to let you look around…Hell; I’d love to look around, myself. But without the key, I can’t. My apologies.”

The man grunted and stepped away from the door. I bit my lip to keep from crying, my eyes clenched shut, blood from my lip rolled onto my tongue and down my throat. The front door opened and shut seconds later. They were gone.

I was stuck here.

I'll color things so you guys can see when It's Dom's POV and when it's Willow's. Willow is dark red and Dom will be dark blue. Good contrast, I think.

First section, let me know what you think?

It's a story, not a role play. Sorry. I'll add that to the name in a sec.

sweatdrop Hope you don't hold it against me.

lol, ok, I guess I should have looked at where it was posted razz Sorry

“Do you want to get cleaned up?” She nodded slowly, glancing anxiously around the room. I held out my hand and, immediately, every muscle in her body tensed. “I’m not going to hurt you.” I tell her, earning a disbelieving gaze from her bright blue eyes.”I promise.” Hesitantly, she reached out and took my hand. Her skin was freezing, worse than any other vampires I’ve met. She was much paler than the average undead and there was a disconcerting panic around her that grew with every move she made.

She stood up slowly, not used to being able to walk. I led her to the bathroom and the terror in her eyes changed into pure curiosity. She released my hand and walked carefully across the room, attempting to take in everything. “This is all… unfamiliar to me.” She said as she ran her hand over the textured glass of the shower. “This time is frightening.”

“Give it a few days, you’ll adjust. Just be patient” I walked over to the closet and pulled out a towel for her. “Towel.” I said for her benefit, before handing it to her. Then I went and opened the door to the shower and turned the water on. “I apologize now for anything you might disagree with but modern shower,” motioning to the water spraying into the tub, “involve undressing before stepping into the water. It helps get cleaner faster.”

“So… I am to disrobe?” I nodded slowly. She reached behind her to unbutton her dress but her arms were too short to reach.

“Here, let me help. “ I stood behind her and slowly undid her clothes. She clutched them to her body, watching me out of the corner of her eye. Her back was damaged with faded scars, human scars. She was human… for a little while. “When you’re ready, let go of the dress, step into the water, and slide the door close. When you’re done, just turn the knob to the wall and step out. Easy?”

She said nothing, just stood awkwardly in the room, probably wondering why she was even cooperating. But she needs us as much as we need her. She’s our evidence. With her we could send out a world-wide hunt for him. There’d be nowhere left for him to hide and there’d be justice for any and all the others he’s abused.

“Use this for your hair and this for your body.” I said, holding up two different color bottles. “I’ll explain them later. Just don’t get them mixed up, okay?” She nodded slowly. “Alright. I’ll see if I can find you some clothes.”

“Thank you.” She whispered as I left the room.


One of the more awkward scenes I've ever had to write...It literally reeks of awkwardness. mrgreen

She slept silently through the day, which was a surprise to me. I figured I’d be in there calming her down. Okay, I’ll admit that I was in there every so often, just checking on her. The apartment was quiet all day, as normal. Quiet and dark, I sat in the living room, doing paper work. Oh Joy.

Sometime around One p.m., I called up Gina. “What do you want?” She demanded when she answered the phone.

“I need a favor.”

“This better be good… I was in the middle of an amazing dream involving Mr. Right.”

“Please keep those in your head. This is serious.”

“Lay it on me, big boy.”

“What’s your opinion on a shopping spree completely paid for by the Order. No limit.

“Dare I ask what the catch is…?” She asked, a hint of sternness in her voice

“Well… Willow needs clothes and you know how good I am with that stuff.”

“That the name she picked?”

“Yea.” I said.

“Meet me at the shopping center outside town at sundown.” I heard a click and knew she hung up. All I could think of was my absolute hatred of cell phones.

“I hate technology.” I mumbled to myself.

Just a short section. Its the end of Chapter 2. Out of the 5 1/2 I have typed up currently.

She didn’t look convinced. She just stared at me blankly. I don’t think she believe a word I said. I don’t really blame her. I didn’t believe myself.

“I’ll try to help you as best as I can but I am in no position to make promises” She said after a moment.

“That’s all we ask.” Gina said, setting her glass of soda on the table and stood. “It’s late. I’ve got other business to attend to before the sun comes up. See you guys tomorrow.” I nodded in her direction as she left.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked as I stood and brought the glass into the kitchen.

“I don’t know…” She paused. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yea, what’s on your mind?” I heard her stand and walk up next to me, as I rinsed out the cup.

“What happened to my parents?”

I froze before setting the glass down. She caught me off guard; and she knew it. “I was hoping you wouldn’t ask till later.”

“I want to know.”

“I know.” I dried my hands and led her back in to the living room. “I’ll be right back.” I assured her before heading into my temporary file room. I opened one of the cabinets and grabbed a manila folder with her name on it. “Please let this be enough…” I prayed quietly, before closing the drawer and walked back out to her.

“What is this?” She asked after I placed the file in front of her on the table. She knelt on the floor in front of it, eyes full on excitement mixed with confusion.

“This is everything The Order has on you. Your case file.” I flipped open the cover and put her face to face with her own portrait. I watched her as she ran her fingers over the ancient canvas, taking it in.

“He said it was a surprise for me… I never saw it before.”

“It’s not signed.”

“It doesn’t have to be.” She said, smiling sadly. Though it was her portrait, it looked nothing like her. The eyes, the painted eyes looked so alive and happy. But the real ones, the true ice blue eyes, they were cold, sad, dying.

I flipped through the folder until I found the report on her parents. “This is what we could find on them.”
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I read silently about what became of my parents. My father, an English nobleman perished of pneumonia just months after my disappearance. My mother got remarried to a lord and moved on. She died in childbirth 5 years later. But there was nothing that said they looked for me.

I could feel my eyes well up against my will. Wiping my eyes with my hand, I closed the file and sat with my back against the sofa. “I’m sorry it’s not more.” He said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“It’s plenty.” I whispered.

“I know this is probably the worst time possible, but what happened that night?”

“The night my life ended?” He nodded solemnly “I was arguing with my father. My mother was crying. He said something and my anger peaked, so I pushed him and ran out of the house and, well, you know the rest.”

“Is that everything?”

“Everything I can remember.”

“Well, it’s not much… Can you remember what you and your father were arguing about?” I shook my head slowly, remember everything my father and I shouted at each other, but hoped he couldn’t tell. “Alright. If you can remember anything else… anything at all, please tell me. It could help in the long run.” He picked up the folder and started to leave the room with it.

“I remember that it was really cold. And dark. I was sore and scared. My skin hurt from the cuts of his nails. My throat, from screaming. My limbs, from trying to fight back. I was broken… He dishonored me, damaged me, in more ways…more times than I can count.”

He said nothing for a moment, just looked at the ground. Probably contemplating on a response. Finally, after a few moments, he spoke. “I can’t promise you proper revenge but I can promise, without a doubt, that we’ll get him, and He Will Pay. He won’t get away with giving you this life and all the pain he’s caused.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Just think… it could be worse.”

I laughed sharply, and then glared at him. “How could this possibly be any worse?” My anger instantly flared, causing my body to shake as I stood up. “My life is over. Everyone I’ve ever cared about is long dead. And I guarantee the only reason I’m still here because of information I may or may not have.” I walked around the small table and faced him. “And let’s not forget that I’ve been in captivity for 130 years.” I practically screamed in his face.

“It could still be worse.” He repeated his eyes boring into mine. It felt like he could see through me. “You could still be in captivity and you could still be in the dark about what happened to your parents. We could still be out there, looking for you. But instead, you’re here, you’re alive, and you’re safe. Yea, the situation sucks. But think of it as a new start. We all do.”

I said nothing, just stood before him holding my ribs. I had almost forgotten about the pain, but it had grown viciously intense with my anger and I was now regretting getting carried away. “Are you alright?” I heard him ask, but just barely. The blood rushed passed my ears, the pulsing grew practically unbearable. It hurt you much…


A nice long section. Still not the end of the chapter.