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note: This isnt the updates version since i cant find it o.0. i dont know what happenned. i have 1 extra chapter and i had fixed some things and added things here and there. when i find it ill just edit the post instead of adding it all over again


Posted in an internet forum. "I believe that vampires exist. I believe they walk this earth, drink blood, and hide from the sun. I believe that they have human knowledge and understanding and aren't as enwrapped with there based lust for blood as movies picture them to be. Why am I saying this? Because I saw one. Yes I, the ever vampirique obsessed Mistress_of_Filth has seen a miracle. He was in the park where I usually enjoy my midnight strolls. I saw him feeding on a man. Oh he was so beautiful, He looked up when done and stared directly at me and then vanished. Oh I'm still giddy. I feel like a priest or a nun would feel when seeing or hearing proof that god exists. I want to hear feedback to see if others have felt or seen the same things as me.

Forever enraptured with the night

Mistress_Of_Filth.


Responded bellow.


Dear Mistress_Of_Filth


The things you say alarm me greatly for I have been visiting this forum and have enjoyed your messages of sorrow and death for a long time now. I must say one thing. Beware. If the vampire has seen you I suggest you try to run or hide in any way you can. There is nothing more dangerous than having been seen. I feel that I have made a connection with you and many others in this forum for a while now and would not want you getting harmed. I know you have a deep fascination for vampires. But this fascination might cost you your life if you go any further. And how do I know these things? Because I am, myself, a vampire. Yes I Whiteness_Of_Shadows am a vampire. My true name is Skyler Hale and I am 400 years old. When I speak of death in cause of this fascination of vampires, I do not speak of my birth into darkness but of the death of someone else. Someone who was very dear to me. I have a tale to tell if you would like to read on. I fear this might be a very long message for the forum but you must hear this story. It is essential for you to understand the dangers of flirting with death as you do. Because trying to contact a vampire is exactly what it is. We are death in its most beautiful form... But death we are. Let me tell you my tale and then you may choose to do as you will for I cannot control mortal minds. You have free will, as do we. Part 1-the making



Chapter 1

I believe I will begin my tale with how I was made, Since you seem so enamoured by us. It all began in my old home when I awoke with the feeling that I was being watched. Before continuing I want to explain something. I am what people call an albino. I assume you know what that is but just in case I will tell you. My skin is powder white, my eyes are red and the rays of the sun hurt my eyes. Even before I was made into what I am today I had rarely seen the sun. It was too painful to my eyes. Please remember that I was born in years where the witchcraft trials and fear of the devil was great. When I was born many people of the village shunned my mother not only because she was not married but they believed she had born a spawn of the devil...Maybe they were right. We were soon forced to travel to the city in fear of being killed by the villagers. But back to my tale.


The presence I felt might have been some children trying to get a glimpse of "the devil of st-katherine's street". But it felt different...More threatening. I was 19 at the time, living alone, my mother having died from small pox 2 years before. I looked around my small room. There was only a bed and a moulded wooden table that could hardly stand and one window facing an alleyway. This was my home. I grabbed my worn and torn plain wide skirted frock coat that had been the last present my mother had bought me and slipped it on. I must have looked like a mock gentleman, or one who had had not washed his clothes for months and had slept in them. My worn shirt and neckerchief had lost all there colour and were now an almost cream colour.


I left my home making for the streets. I had hardly passed the alley when I felt the presence once more. I looked to see if anyone was there but there seemed to be no one. I looked into the shadows of the alley and called out. "Hello is anyone there?" I walked into the shadows looking around. I saw no one and turned to leave when suddenly I was thrown against the wall a hand that felt like iron clutching my throat. I could see him even in the shadows, his iridescent skin not as white as mine but with a supernatural glow to it. This man with long brown hair was not a man at all, though what kind of creature he was I did not know. "What do you want with me?" I whispered my eyes round with shock as the creature tightened his grip on my throat.. He chuckled. "You're perfect" He actually laughed out loud. "Imagine an albino. You'll be the only one of your kind...So beautiful.... So perfect." I fought him with all my might but his grip was like iron. "W-what are you?" I choked, trying to fight him off. He smiled and then I saw his teeth, his fangs distended with hunger...Hunger for blood. "What do you think I am Skyler? I can hear your thoughts...You know what I am" He leaned his face towards my ear and whispered softly. "I'm a blood drinker...a vampire if you will" I couldn't help but shudder with revulsion. His breath had no smell; he didn't leave a scent at all. The vampire just chuckled. "Yes I am not human. I have no scent but that of my clothing.... You shall be like me soon enough" I began to thrash and fight. I kicked at him, scratched at him and bit his hand. He just laughed and lifted me in his arms. Before I even realised what he did he sank his teeth into my throat. I felt his cold lips against me and shuddered from revulsion. I tried to fight but his arms were like iron vices around my waist and at the nape of my neck. I felt the numbing pressure as he sucked at my life's blood. I groaned giving up the fight and felt him grin as he withdrew his teeth from my neck. I looked up at his black eyes for a moment, his lips lifted in a smile as blackness took me, as he struck me behind the head.


Fog crept in the back of my mind as I began to wake." wake up white one" I heard whispering softly. I felt a deep throbbing pain in the back of my head and my neck as the fog cleared. I didn't want to move, felt too weak to do so. Had it all been a dream? "It is time for you to wake now" Fear, despair and anger washed over me as I heard the voice. I snapped my eyes open to see the vampire leaning over me with his long brown hair falling in curls. His hair entranced me. It was far too perfect for any mortal man. His features seemed at first too beautiful and too monstrous to be real. His lips red from my blood smiled almost seductively as he looked down at me. "I was wondering when you would wake." I rubbed at my sore neck and winced as I came into contact with the two puncture wounds there. "What do you want with me?" He flashed his fangs in a wolfish grin as he stared at my throat. "I would have thought it was obvious.... I want to make you one of us... a vampire." The dizziness I had felt before multiplied as he licked his lips. "Get back you foul beast!" I bellowed moving backwards until my back hit the wall. "Come now" he chided me. "It will not hurt. Look at you. You're perfect. With your white hair, powder white skin and red eyes" He looked me over and smiled possessively. "I must say it is becoming on you." He moved towards me even as I shrank back against the wall. "Stay where you are." I pleaded with him. "I do not wish to become what you are." I knew I couldn't fight him. I could only hope that he would have some sense of guilt or compassion...I was wrong. With a taunting smile her slid his hand to the back of my neck and lifted me towards him as if I was a rag-doll. He chuckled. "That is because you do not understand the greatness you could achieve, the power you could wield." He leaned towards me his lips on the side of my neck like a lover's caress as he whispered. "The pleasure of taking blood is as no mortal could ever imagine." His lips moved over my neck once more in a subtle kiss. "You could live a thousand years being pleasured in a harem and never come close to knowing the ecstasy of tasting blood on your lips... Of hearing their hearts beating against you... as you choose to give or take their life away...Opting to give them a new life or to end the one they have." I shivered lightly, not from pain but from pleasure as he nipped my throat. I knew he was playing with me, taking his time before he took me...Seducing the answer from me with his soft vampire voice. "I don't want it" I whispered weakly. My neck arched against its will towards his mouth. He smiled once more. "Don't fight me white one...You could be so great...For the first time in your life you would belong...You would be one of us...A vampire...Join my family. Let me love you." I closed my eyes tightly trying to shut out his voice but the soft baritone droned into my mind coaxing the terrible answer from my mouth. "Yes..." I felt his teeth sink into my throat again. This time I did not fight. I let the sensation wash over me. I felt an orgasmic shimmer run through my veins as he drew on my heart. I could hear it beating loudly in my mind. At that very moment I felt complete happiness. I saw the sun rise, the breeze of the ocean on my skin as the beat of my heart grew louder, but suddenly the enchantment stopped. I came back to the present, I saw him looking over me as I cried out to him not to stop. I wanted to see the sun again...To feel the spray of the ocean on my cheeks. He just raised his hand and slashed his throat with his sharp nails and cupped the back of my head, lifting me towards it. I cried out in shock, too weak to fight back, too weak to move. He pressed my mouth to the wound and ordered. "Drink." I opened my mouth to protest and felt the blood run down my throat. I groaned and began to draw on his neck. No words could explain the sensations I felt with the taste of his blood on my lips. He had not lied. Though I had been with few women, the sensation I felt as his blood spilled into my mouth exceeded even that of that one moment of nirvana that I felt when losing myself in the warmth of a woman. I heard the beat of my heart once more but it was joined by a second beat that increased in speed and volume as I drank from him. I realised it was his heart beating. I felt his hands gently pushing me reluctantly away from his throat. He smiled lightly as he raised me to my feet. "Come...The night is young. Your body will soon die. It will be less painful if you feed first "


The words he spoke frightened me but I followed him as he led me threw the streets in search for prey. I followed his relentless pace effortlessly, surprised at first at how strong I had become. We moved threw blocks and blocks without fatigue, but he soon stopped a smile on his lips as he eyed a pair of men, waiting in an alleyway for someone to pass. Perhaps rich gentlemen for there money, or women for other things. "Look in there minds, see the evils they have committed... their sins. Death comes to them tonight, for we are death." He smiled looking down at me like a father would to a son. I used my newborn powers and saw a flash of images. Rape, killings, robberies... these men had done it all. He motioned for me to follow and we walked into the open and I knew he was waiting for the men to assault us... It was a game for him, and they were the pawns. As he ordered them, they moved out of the shadows, pistols drawn. They felt so powerful in that moment...Poor weak, ignorant beings...He descended on both of them throwing them to the ground biting into the neck of one while the other thrashed and screamed next to him. When the other lay lifeless on the ground he rose holding the screaming man in his arms and looked at me. "Feed" he ordered like he had done before when he had cut his throat, offering me his blood... But this was a human being... I was so thirsty. I moved towards the man listening to my newborn instincts, numbing my mortal mind and took him into my arms, embracing him like a mother bringing a child to her breast. He screamed thrashed but could not get away from my embrace. Finally I lowered my head feeling my fangs sink into his neck, feeling the blood hit the back of my mouth in that first taste of humans blood. If my maker's blood had been heaven then tasting mortal blood was like embracing god, I thought. It is hard to describe to mortals the sensations of tasting blood. It was like lovemaking only multiplied. I felt his heart beat against mine, saw his memories; Those horrid memories of rape and murder. I was death embracing him, taking his sins into myself and letting him move on unto death. I felt myself being pulled away from my victim gently and came back to reality, looking into the eyes of my maker. He smiled as he said "You must never drink the last drop, for his death will draw you with it." He took my hand and led me to the empty alleyway just as I felt a stabbing pain in my stomach. The pain became so excruciating that I fell to the ground. It was in that instant that I knew I was dying, I felt the toxins leave my body, felt the stabs of pain throughout my body. As suddenly as they began, they stopped. I rose and he took me in his arms, I felt his warm skin pressed against me, his lips on mine as he kissed me and then pulled back. "You are now one of us." He smiled. At that moment I felt an extreme love for him that I had never felt for anyone but my mother. "Come. Let us explore the city" he said, taking my hand. We turned to leave but there were 4 vampires blocking our way out of the alleyway, holding torches. "Is this a mutiny?" I heard my maker say. The vampire that seemed to be in charge stepped forward. "You have gone too far Haiden. Indulging in your every wish like a spoiled child. We will not take it anymore. Do you truly believe creating another vampire was going to reunite this coven? You are pitiful. He will die with you" Haiden as my maker was called, took a step in front, his features calm, if not a bit sad. "You would betray me Ghislain? After all I have done for you?" Ghislain just grimaced in disgust. "You have done nothing for us. You have kept us like slaves to work and keep you company." He looked to the others who nodded in turn and then signalled to them. "Kill him." At that order all four of them lunged at Haiden their torches setting him ablaze. I stared in shock as my maker burned. Blood tears ran down my cheeks as I mourned him, but they suddenly stopped as they turned to me torches in hand. Ghislain grinned baring his fangs as they moved closer to me. I turned and ran for my newly immortal life, not stopping until the sun started to rise and dug in the earth burying myself to escape the sun. And so I ran and ran from my own kind. Just as I didn't belong with humans, I didn't belong with vampires.



Part 2-the meeting


Chapter 1- the lust of innocence

That is the story of how I was made but that is not the story that I want for you to hear. This is the true story. The story of the one who was very dear to me.This is her tale.


The shadows seemed to envelop the land that night. The moon hidden Beneath its clouds, showed no light. The streetlights seemed to be muted by the thick fog creeping along the streets. It was a perfect night for any horror story. Though It is up to you to decide if this story should be horror or not.


I was walking along the shadowed streets neatly hidden from human eyes. My raven black hair was perfect for the dark. Though my skin and eyes seemed almost iridescent in the darkness. Have I always been this pale? I believe I was. I was pale as an infant and am so at this moment as well. My thoughts seemed troubled that day. To any that could have read them and to many who would have wished. They seemed disturbed by much, yet my appearance stayed calm and reserved, until I saw her.... The brick wall at the beginning of the next ally curled her small frame; her body curled up, her shoulders shaking with tears as she sobbed. I just stood there looking at her raw anguish, not even reading her thoughts. It seemed blasphemous to do so. My steps faltered to a stop as I looked upon her, the innocent weeping of her soul. I heard her gasp softly as she raised her tear stained face upwards, looking about, sensing me close. "Who's there?" she whispered softly as she sniffled rubbing at her eyes. I kept silent, keeping to the shadows. "I know someone's there" She sniffled raising herself lightly, it was then that I caught her scent. The entrancing smell of blood mixed with the light scent of lavender. I could hear her blood pounding in her veins; it seemed to attack my senses, her vulnerability, her trust, and her lack of fear. With my strength and agility I could have taken her in a heartbeat...But my love for mortals told me to run away from her and let her live her innocent life. Better to die old than to die in my arms. Her smell screamed innocence. Innocence I had vowed never to stain with my dark and bitter soul. Slowly my eyes still on her I stepped back, away from her frail little form and towards my home.


I looked at the big abandoned mansion in it's Victorian feel. No one had lived in this house for years. I had bought it for that reason. I knew I would not be bothered by anyone. The sun was rising, my body told me like no clock could. I entered the old building, going into the basement where my coffin was hidden. My thoughts strayed to that girl weeping in the alley. As I crawled into my coffin to sleep my mind did not sleep as it usually did, it wandered to the girl. I followed her in my sleep, as I could never do with my body during the day.



Chapter 2-pain is the life

She woke up that morning in her small little room to the screaming of her mother and father, nothing new to the girl who had been raised in fear of getting a beating from her father every day or of having nowhere to go if he got too violent. She feared for her life everyday, yet she stayed. Perhaps it was because she was alone and had no friends, or perhaps it was because she worried about her mother. She herself didn't know. A pounding at her door brought her up as her father barged into her room bellowing. «Joanne! Your going to be late for school get the hell out of bed and MOVE!" Her mother ran in screaming at her father her hair tousled and bruises on her face. "Don't you dare yell at her!" His eyes seemed to come alight with malice as he looked at her mother "So you think you can tell me what to do? You think you run this household?" Her growled grabbing her by the upper arm and hauling her near. "Your nothing you little b***h! You're stuck here and I can do whatever I want and you can't do anything to stop it. I own you! And your gonna damn well respect me!" He raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face, the hold on her arm the only thing stopping her from falling to the ground. "Don't you EVER talk back to me again!" Joanne moved to the other side escaping her violent father and his mother, grabbing some clothes and a brush she ran out, dressing and brushing her hair. She picked up her backpack and ran out of the house not even having time to grab something for breakfast.


She sighed lightly as she walked to school her thought wandering to other things. She imagined she was somewhere else, where she had friends and people who loved her and cared for her. She knew she was stuck here forever and that thought hurt her more than anything did. Staring at the gates of the M-F-R high school she shuddered lightly. Another painful day at school, and another horror show at home. It was the same thing day in and day out. Nothing would even change and one day her father would kill her in a fit of anger and that would be the end of her pitiful and meaningless life. As she entered the doors to her school and headed to her locker her mind wandered to the presence she had felt last night when she had run to the streets, hoping to escape another beating from her father. It had felt strange, darkness and a soothing mixture of warmth and tenderness, trying to destroy her pain and sadness. The bell rang with a sharp resonance into her numbing mind and she made her way up the stairs to her homeroom class, all of her emotions hidden and cloaked in her eyes she readied herself for the degradation that came to her everyday.


"ewww what are you wearing? You look like you slept in it" A girl sitting next to her giggled. The rest of the girls giggled with her. Joanne didn't bother to answer. They always made fun of her every day. That didn't mean she liked it, but she had to live with it. That terrible thought. "She had to live." The sound of the girls numbed in her mind, the words only a buzz in her mind. She looked at her notebook as she wrote a poem. The words flowing threw her with no conscious thought .


I feel dark
I feel dead
My soul is burning
A bloody red


I am alone
In the night
My body shivers
Full of fright


I am sad
Full of pain
I am sobbing
full of vain


You didn't respect me
You laughed at me
Now who's laughing?
I'm finally free!



The bell rang as she wrote the last words. She closed her notebook gettign up and walked out of class the numbness she usually felt seemed multiplied. Her tears were on the edge of falling, she tried to block them, thinking that she must be strong. She made her way to her "secret place" to be away from all the noises of the city and of the negative energy they had around her. The night had almost fell and she sighed, she would sleep there that night, away from her mother and her violent father, away from the world who had cast her out, who forced her to endure her pain alone. She stared at the abandoned Hale's manor at the end of the street and started to walk towards it, her mind set. Maybe she could stay there forever, or stay there until she died of hunger...Away from her vengeful father.


She crawled threw a broken window and looked around the large living room with its moulded chairs and couches and smiled. It looked as if it hadn't been touched in centuries. She could imagine people sitting here in languorous gowns sipping tea and talking about the latest gossip. She loved this house. It was like a whole different world where she could be anyone she wanted to be. How she would have loved to have money and buy this house. She would have fixed it and refurbished it to look just as it would have when it was first built. She curled up in a corner using an old moulded pillow and fell asleep instantly.



Chapter 3-the meeting of the lost souls

I awoke with a start, sensing someone in my home Climbing out of my coffin I felt somewhat annoyed at the disturbance, much less than I should have been at someone disturbing my resting-place. I made my way to the parlour already knowing who was in my home. It was that girl from the alley. With all my heart I wanted to go to her, However foolish it was, And for the first in centuries, I listened to my heart and not to sense. I entered the living room with the largely moulded sofas and chairs. I saw her curled up in the corner sleeping the sleep of innocents, as not many in this time would do. I couldn't help but smile. Wondering if that look of innocence would ever fade from her. She stirred lightly a sigh ringing from her lips. I couldn't help but think of the things she had gone through that day, wanting to take all her pain away. One thing that even immortals could not do. I kneeled next to her and leaned forward my hand going to her hair against my will. I felt the softness, the richness of it against me. I listened to each of her breaths, to the beating of her heart to the blood flowing in her veins. I let the hunger flow over me like any man would let desire run through their veins enjoying it while it was light and not too demanding. I felt her awakening in her mind before there was any physical sign. She stirred and suddenly tensed sensing me next to her. She opened her eyes and let them fall on me. They widened in fear and shock. "W-Who are you?" She stammered staying where she was on the floor. I couldn't help but smile as I answered "My name is Skyler Hale...I own this building." She gasped "Oh my god I didn't know someone owned this building.... I thought it was abandoned..." I nodded "yes it was abandoned until yesterday... I inherited this house from a recently deceased uncle" I lied. She rose to a sitting position a becoming blush rising to her cheeks. " My condolences" She Murmured. I could tell the words where more of manners than feeling sorry for me. The thought made me smile for there weren't that many people left with good manners these days. "I didn't know him very well" I lied again. She nodded looking around uneasily. Remarkably my features didn't frighten her like it did to many. "May I ask what you are doing here miss-" She jumped lightly at the question. "Joanne...Joanne kingsley... I thought this house was abandoned so I..." She lowered her head. "I was hiding here from my father and mother and everyone else..." She seemed ashamed as she looked up at me. "Please don't call my father he'd get terribly mad if he found out I broke an entering." No doubt he would beat her until she was dead. I thought to myself. "You don't have to be afraid of me. I'll keep your secret. And you're welcome to break an entering at any time that you wish. I don't know if it is worth restoring this building." She jumped at my last sentence, her eyes becoming alight. "Oh yes you should restore this building it could be so beautiful with the right contractors and research. It could be as beautiful as the day it was made." She smiled. "Did you know lord and ladies had grand balls in this house during the Canadian revolution? While the poor starved the rich ate and drank their fill sharing gossip...Oh if these walls could speak." She smiled dreamily, distant for a moment. "You seem like you know much about this manors history... Maybe you would like helping me? I do not know much about restoring buildings or Victorian decor either." I lied about not knowing about Victorian Décor but I wanted to spend time with her, even if It wasn't wise. She smiled brightly "I'd love to! It's been my dream ever since I was little to restore this manor to its former glory."

I did. as i said on top this is the old version confused And its a guy named skyler hale. it should say ti somewhere that and the part about looking like a mock gentleman says it too.

hahaha :p yeah :p But if you read any anne rice books. theres worse stuff that that :p. This is a story written kinda in her style. its not really going to be published. its more just a private project