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Well.... I feel like writing a vampire story here... so nobody post! Ummm... but I gots me alot of inspiration for this... so its gonna be vampires and humans and stuffs....

Its based on romance, And I already thought of a real good ending thats kinda sad and emo-ish.... I think it'll be really good... [the ending at least....

The dull silver gray hairs swiped through his fingers as he rubbed his head before holding his hands back over the fire, his tipless gloves seemed to be orange from the fire's glare, although they were green. The garbage can flared with flames that reached towards the sky, releasing repulsive fumes into the air. However, it mattered not what the fire smelt like, but the warmth. The man had no shelter, no money, no family... Nothing. His mother, too, was like this, dumped on the side of the street after not being able to preform at the club she had worked in, being pregnant. The father? He knew not, only that he had left the mother on the streets, no longer wanting to be with her now that she was pregnant. His mother gave birth in a back alley, noone slopping to help, noone caring. Why help the weak pass on their traits? His mother died on the side of the street, the baby surviving, getting picked up by an orphanage, a poor one at that. The orphanage had enough money to feed him, but not enough for schooling, or helping him onnce he was too old for the orphanage.

The man frowned, his eyelids drooping as he recalled these memorys, his horific past. He smacked his hands together and zipped his jcket back up. He left the fire alive, too lazy to put it out, casting shadows down alley-ways and streets. He looked down an alley-way near to the fire, seeing a shadow, like another person.

"Who is that?" He croaked, his first words in a long time, his voice cracking on each and every word. He had his hands to his sides, clenched into tight balls, in protection.

The shadow stepped slightly closer to reveal that it was a woman, slender, curved slightly, large breats... The figure leaned against the wall of the alley. He stepped forwards, trying to take a closer look. The woman was wearing tight jeans and shirt, the shirt seemed to strain over her breasts, buldging over what looked like double 'D's. The shirt was low cut, long, blood red hair hanging over her shoulders, bundles of whivh hung in front of her.

She stepped forward, flicking the hair behind her back and walking forward towards him. She placed her hand on his face in a seducing way, staring into his eyes, moving her head forward as into kiss him, showing pearlwhite teeth...

Blood. It splurted from the man's sorrowful neck, splashing gleefully onto the georgous face of the woman. She released her fangs, the body dropping to the cold ground, a small trickle of blood dripping from two small pierce marks on his neck. The woman whiped her mouth of the small amount of blood and skipped back down the alley gleefully.

"Just going to leave him their, eh?" A voice from a fire escape said down to the blood-haired girl. The man was tall and muscular, leaning on the hand rail and smiling down at her. His short brown hair was spiked, and a topless prostitute humg over the railing, her back bent awkwardly, dead and bearing the same marks as the other victum.

"Oh, quite, Leone, and what are you going to do with that prostitute?" She said back in her defense, pointing out the dead body that discusted her so. Had he slept with her first? She wondered, disgusted how he used woman, even if they were prostitutes and she felt they deserved it. Leone recognised the look.

"Aw, come on Olivia!" Leone said, tossing the body easily onto the ruffled sheets of the bed indoors. "You're the one going and looking for bums!" He said, frowning slightly at her glare. "At least I give them what they were expecting, not tricking them!" He said, remarking at her style of feeding.

"Hmph!" Olivia murmered, folding her arms and leaning on one leg slightly more than the other. "Yours is none better!" She said, frowning at her brother that barely resembled her. "I guess I'll go get rid of that one." She said, skipping away from her brother to the corpse of the man. She dragged him to the fire he had started himself and, with difficulty, lugged his body into the flaming can, cremating him, unnoticed by human kind.

Leone watched the flames lick the sky with their ashes, sending tiny lights into the sky, as if to help the heavens see their way at night, but dissapeared before reaching the height. He stared at them intently, the rest of the world dissapearing....

"Did you hear me?" Olivia asked, shaking Leone viciously.

"What? Sorry... Didn't catch that..." Leone stated, blinking to bring him back to earth.

"I asked what you were going to do with the body!" Olivia reppeated, anoyed. "Why do you always drift off like that?"

"Sorry..." Leone said, closing his eyes and scratching the back of his head, slightly embarrased. "I don't know... might stage a different killing... What do you think?"

"Pft! I'm just making sure the town doesn't find out about us vampires!" Olivia fumed, glaring at Leones gentle green eyes.

"Fine! I'll bury her somewere!" Annoyed at his sister's constant nagging, Leone walked away, his hand burried in his pockets almost as deeply as the prostitute would be into the soil... He reached the building he had broken into were he murdered the prostitute and quickly climbed the stairs and jumped through the window, even though the door was still ajar. He slung the body over his shoulder, her lifeless corpse shaking with each step, still stripped topless. He jumped down the stairs and landed in the alley, walking back farther into the alley. :Hmmm..." He said as he realised it was a dead end. He ripped a few bricks out and replaced them with the body, cramming it into the whole in a disgusting contorted fashion, the body dillapitated.

"Thats gross." Olivia said, causing Leone to jump. "And the smell?" She had snuck up on him without him noticing, continueing her nagging as always...

"That sucks for the paople who smell it, doesn't it?" Leone said rudely, ramming the first brick back ing place, picking up another. Olivia only shook her head and frowned at him.

"They'll find that body I bet..." She said, rolling her eyes and walking away to find a spot to hide during the day, as to not get scalded by the light of the day...

((I shoulda read it over more carefully... Sorry! Next time it shall be better! >.<))

Chapter One



Sirens flared and lights flashed... In a flurry of red, blue, white, and gold, a mixture of police lights and cameras, could almost blind anyone who stepped past the floresent tape that marked off the small alleyway; a crime scene. There had been a noise complaint of loud barking comming from the end of the alleyway. A large Husky with miss-match eyes, one blue the other a bright green, who was barking, not at an animal, but at a wall. A plain, mortar cracked wall. A few hours into the investigation, they picked up a terrifying smell. They bricks were cautiously ripped from wall, until it slowly stated to reveal what it hid....

The body stank horribly and made the police officers retreat at the first wiff of it. The bodie seemed well pressurved, but drained of all of the blood. There were two small puncture markings on her kneck; her short, tight denim skirt was ruffled, her underwear missing, as well as a covering for her breasts.

"It seems she was a prostitute." A man with a receeding hairline, flecked with gray, stated, shining a small light on the prostitute's body. "It's odd, however... There are no stab or gun shot wounds.. She shows no sense of struggle or heart attack... It seems the cause of death was from these two puncture marks," He said, running a circle around the marks on her kneck with his gloved finger, "As if she was... biten...." He stood up and tucked the flashlight away in his front pocket. "I want an optopsy report right away." He said, and with that, the hunters had become the hunted.