Wondering if it was only a dream she has wonderd into a world of tottle inchantment. She awoke in the middle of nowhare, the only thing that lie ahead is a lonly road lit up by the moon over taking the sky. For some reason the moon seems much larger tongiht. Begining the journay she had noway of knowing this would change her life. After about an hour of walking she was now face to face with this amazinly beautiful castal. More then inticed to enter so she dose, hereing voices now calling to her. She dose not wonder how they know her name all she knows is she must find the inchanting voices. The halls lit up but the windows graefully leting in the moons delicate light. She see's a dull light peeking through the bottem of the last door down the second hallway. Compelled to enter she dose, not afraid at all but completley intreeged. As she enters the room Everyone so gracefully dressed in beautiful gouns and safistacated suites yet also some who whare long black coast simple yet intierly inticing . All with a look of mystery hidden within there eyes. A young man with percing eyes takes her hand with a gental smile so gracefully laid apon hes porclin like face. She is takin to a seat in the center of it all. All the people seem to begin to gather around her she is yet to feel afraid. The young gentalmen intrduces him self as Lamoor. She smiles and replies with her name which is Celiene. Why am i here whare am i? she begins to say yet before she can speak her words Lamoor speaks with such a passion she forgets her own worries. He says in your heart you know your home you have always known you are different and you were right. You have never felt at home anywhare you have gone. You are home now you are amug those who know your pain and are just like you, you are not of the living you are a child of the night. This may be hard to believe but believe me you must. At that point she notices what she believed to be wine they were drinking was not that but blood. Stuttering she says you believe you are vampires yes....? Lamoor smerks my dear we not only believe that we know this to be true. This is not something simple and to be takin lightly but you are what you are.
Lamoor continues with in time you will relise that what we speak is true. The urges you are begingin to have is for the taste of blood. We are not animals my dear far from that. We are that of a more advanced societie. Celiene begins to say how are you sure i am who you say i am it is possibul you are mistakin...? No my dear im afraid not you are that of a coven a familey if you will be may not see you but we always know whare you are. We sence are own kind. You are tired let me take you to bed Celiene, Yes i think i shall sleep a while. Then Lamoor takes her to a room down the hall way from which she came up several stairs she enters a room that takes her breath away. Rest my dear you have been delt with alot you rest and in time you will awake and we will talk.
I will finish this story in time it goes along with a dream i continuisly have we will learn how this plays out together.
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