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He heard the pattering of footsteps behind him. His heart pounded while he lay in the shadows and let his pursuers pass by. They were after him again. The whole town wanted his head. He stood up and wrapped his too small coat tightly around himself. It was getting cold. Summer had left and in its place coldness had come. He brushed his scarlet red hair out the way of his bright-green eyes and peered out if the shadows where he was hiding. The town was still and quiet once more so he crept out of the shadows and continued his journey to the next town.
After several long hours he finally found an inn that looked relatively welcoming. Knocking on the door, he waited. A few minutes later a happy looking man came to the door. His face was a faint shade of red, his breath reeked of alcohol and he was holding a handful of cards.
“Hello, son, what’s your name?” he asked, slurring slightly.
“Paul,” he answered cautiously, unsure if word of his existence had spread to this town.
“So what do you want Paul?” he asked, leaning against the wall for support. “Oh wait! This is an inn.” He hiccupped loudly before continuing: “Sorry to disappoint you but we, hic, have no free rooms,”
“Oh,” sighed Paul, clearly disappointed, as he turned away. He heard the click of the door as the man closed it. He was just beginning to walk away when the door opened and the bright light lit up the small path to the door. Paul turned around as someone rushed out the door. A young woman stopped just in front of him and said, “I heard you talking to my father. If you’re looking for a place to stay then there’s an inn not too far from here. I could show the way if you like,” she said, as she pulled on her jacket and closed the door behind her.
“Yes please, if it’s not …”
“No it’s no trouble,” she interrupted suddenly, as though she wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Okay.” He followed her as she began to walk away.
After a few minutes passed she turned to face him, a serious look on her face. She stopped walking and folded her arms across her chest.
“I know what you are, Paul,” she said darkly.
He laughed uneasily. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” he said as he continued walking. He was several feet away from her before he paused. “How do you know?” he asked her, her eyes fixed on the ground ahead of him.
“Word gets around quickly in this town to those who listen,” she answered simply. “It’s a big thing when a vampire is sighted in a neighbouring town.”
“Only if there’s been an attack,” he replied stiffly. He ran a hand through his scarlet hair and he sensed her draw closer. Turning to face her he say that she had no fear in her eyes, no resentment that other people felt when they found out his true nature. “What do you feel when you see me? I see no fear in your eyes.”
“What is there to be scared of? You’re just like anyone else: you breathe, you walk, you talk and you need to feed. I have no real reason to be scared of you at all.”
Paul sighed. “Most people are scared that I’ll feed on them.”
“But I’m not.” She turned around and continued walking in the direction of the inn she was leading him to.
Paul followed her lead. His eyes fixed on the ground as he walked his steps in times with hers. Although she didn’t stop, her pace slowed slightly and she turned to face Paul yet again.
“So how long are you planning to stay?” she asked, “Too many people here know about you and would not hesitate to turn you in or kill you.”
“Most likely just for the night,” he replied, a hint of sadness in his voice. “You’re right, too many people know about me, and it’s clear that in no time at all they’ll find out where I go and where I stay.”
“It must get lonely,” she said comfortingly.
“I got used to it a long time ago.” He smiled slightly, looking down at her. As his gaze moved back to the road in front of him he saw an old, slightly rounded man flinging a door open and throwing a terrified ginger cat out. A middle-aged woman came running out the door and picked her cat of the ground, clutching it close to her chest.
“You do not bring animals inside this inn!” the man bellowed at the woman.
Another man came walked out of the door carrying several heavy suitcases. He walked to the woman and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and they turned away, she was still holding the cat, which had began to hiss and claw at the lady’s top, trying to get free of her tight hold. Paul laughed.
“So this is where you’re taking me?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
“Yes. It’s only one night, right?” she asked, making sure.
“Yes,” he answered.
She smiled and walked to the door of the inn. The old man turned to her and smiled warmly
“Jessica. What a pleasant surprise. Oh and you’ve brought a friend. Is he looking for a place to stay then? I know how full inns get at this time of year.”
“Evening Mr Stephenson. Yes, he’s looking for a place to stay tonight and my dad’s inn is all full up. It’s only for one night and we were wondering if you have a free room.”
She indicated for Paul to walk towards them by a sharp flick of her right hand. As he walked towards them he held his head down, so that his hair covered his unnaturally pale face.

My rage

My rage,
Is like the tip of a knife,
So sharp,
When it ends ones life,
It lashes out,
At whatever is closest,
Making friends cry,
When it is my souls hostess,
It can overcome me,
In the blink of an eye,
Holding my heart,
Making me cry,
But my rage is never satisfied,
With the will of ones soul,
It shatters me into pieces,
Making sure I will never be whole

I haven't gone through and edited your first story yet, The Last Journey, but so far I like it. There is only one thing I would edit, or add to. At the beginning, you said he had bright green eyes. At the end, he has red. I understand Vampires get bloodlust, which is one of the reasons why their eyes change colors, but I didn't read where his eyes changed due to something. Unless I missed it, perhaps you could add just another sentence or two noting how his eyes changed, or what happened. This is just a suggestion.

As far as your poetry it's very good. Each one is a separate feeling or story, personal to you. The only thing I would edit are all your commas. If you think about it, poetry stanzas are just sentences cut in half. So it normally goes comma, period. If you don't understand, I can show you what I'm talking about:

Throw a brick at me,
So that I may shatter.
What you have said to me,
Shouldn't matter,
But it does.

That was just an excerpt from one of my poems. It has the basic comma-period relationship.

For your other story, Interview With a Vampire, watch your title. If there is another way you can word it, I would suggest it, only because people might relate it with Anne Rice. Then again, you might not have to change it at all. I also noticed you use the term "Muggles" as used by J.K. Rowling. You might have to be careful with that. I don't know how terms like that work. I've never seen another author use that word, so I will have to ask Bomber about it. Other than that, give us some time and we will edit your stories (just grammer and spelling.) and help you to make your works even better. 4laugh

Aurelia Cane

well although i haven't read u're whole story but the first couple of lines sounds great