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The stories submitted here in my journal are of my own work, they reflect both my level of writing ability and my understanding of proper grammar.



Understand that I take constructive criticism very well and welcome it with open arms, I have much to learn and only with the help of others will I be able to obtain those highest reaches of the art, craft, skill, and passion that is Writing.

Silence bid me welcome, heavy and suffocating, the air around me thick with humidity, fog clouded my mind and made it difficult to understand what it was that had happened and indeed what was now happening even as it happened. Slowly my memories returned to me, I had jumped down a god forsaken hole.



I had nearly been torn to pieces as I fell as the rock faces tore at me. Gradually the hole had grown wider and the air became heavy, the scent of fresh water crashed into me, and though my eyes could not see it at the time, my mind knew well that I was in for a very painful experience. I had felt the air become more and more suffocating up until the moment my head had slammed into the cold surface.



Sensation returned to my body a little at a time making me wish that the fall had actually been fatal. shards of rock were embedded in my arms, my head felt as if It had been brought to the edge of being crushed but not allowed the release of actually having been destroyed.



Quick harsh gasps worked their way from my lips every several minutes.My lungs burned, my body felt as if it was on fire and frozen to the bone at the same time, my mind continued to drift in and out, fighting to understand the thoughts that ran through it. Nothing made any sense, and yet I understood pain, I did not understand why it was happenening but I begged it to stop. My pleas went unanswered, and unheeded.



Time meant nothing and yet it meant everything, familiar sensations worked their way through me, hunger, thirst, fear would have paid its respects had my mind not been preocuppied, and so it sat in the back of my mind like a quiet child in the back of the class waiting to be called on.



Hours passed and little by little my body healed, though dangerous for a Vampire to heal when they have not fed, I had little choice, I would die down here without a working body, and yet with a working body I would starve to second death. My lips curled slightly into a smile at the thought of dying again, this time with far less dramatic flare.



Blacking out I awoke several hours later still, my fingers curling into the soft silt that had collected in my this temporary resting place, strength returned little by little, the more I allowed my body to heal, the more and more hungry I became. Sudden and sharp gasps escaped my lips like clockwork as I passed back into shadow, allowing my body the time it needed to heal, and my mind the time it needed to work out what it was it had been forced to try and process.



Awaking several hours later I dragged myself from the water, I lay my hand into the darkness, gripping the wet mess of silt, rock, and dirt that had collected, creating a sort of beach. Touching the wall with my fingers finally I slid my hand up the wall pulling myself up so that I could sit, allowing my lungs an easier time of breathing.



Passing back into darkness memories of my past welled up within me, a beautiful woman, a great pain, and years of unrest. My mind ran wild as if an injured creature who fought desperatly to fight an enemy that was not there, instead its futile attempts at self preservation only served to torture my devistated mental state more and more as it tried to make a square block fit into a round slot. Again darkness returned much like a welcomed guest.



Gasping as I suddenly awoke, I pushed myself from the wall, rubbing my eyes as I shook the memories from my mind, the darkness of the cave welcoming to my feelings as I pushed myself up, testing each limb, every digit. Everything seemed to be working well save for the growling of my stomach, I had made a full recovery, and would soon be gnawing at the rocks around me for nourishment if I didnt make my way out.



Nothing like a bit of garbled imaged and shattered memories to start the day, still tasted better then coffee however.. Widening my eyes I allowed them to scan around me, a large pool of water lay before me, in fact it was so large that a pool was an understatment, it stretched out for hundreds of feet, the ceilings were high, the walls jagged. Straining my ears I listened carefully, the silence of the cave inturupted only by the slightest sound of running water, though which way was beyond me.



Searching the soaked pockets of my jacket I found a small piece of paper, a photo that had been laminated, protecting it from the waters effects. Dropping to one knee I pressed my fingers to my lips and then to the photo before setting it on the seemingly still surface, ever so slowly the picture traveled on the surface leading my further down the rock and dirt beach, the cave wall providing me with balance as I traveled onward.



Further and further I followed it, the sound of running water growing louder with each passing minute. The sound of roaring water echoed off the walls, a light spray fallin over me as I continued on, pushing ahead of the photo I stepped up to the edge of a steep ledge, water poured over the side cascading into dark depths below, the frothing white foam caused by the fourty foot drop ebbing and flowing as if the jaws of a hungry beast. As I looked down I took note of a small speck of light in the distance before me, and the sounds of familiar steps behind me.

My mind racing I glanced side long to a dark hole, one that I had set out to explore shortly before I began my rest, however I after only half an hour of searching its depths I decided it was not worth the effort, after all if you've seen one dark moldy hole in the ground you've seen them all. Holding it in my mind I set my gaze to look for an alternative, my lack of planning and overconfidence often returned to pay proper respects to my lack of foresight, or will to attempt to at least.



Closer and closer the unknown figures came, their foot falls growing uncomfortably loud, my heart seemingly matching the loudest of the set who was walking at no leasurly pace. I felt that my heart would burst from my chest, my muscles tensing, my mouth growing dry. it had been far to long since I had last drank, with my body in a weakened state I would prove defenceless whomever came around the corner, I could hardly withstand the assault the curious woman had thrown my way.



Quicker then I thought possible; even for those of my own kind, four figures filed into the small cramped space of my makeshift tomb, each of them adorned with silver chains around their wrists, markings clearly tattooed on the backs of their hands, a full moon cast in shadow, the edges glaring around the edges. Their faces lay hidden beneath hooded cloaks, though it was clear two were female, and two male, at least by their shapes and sizes.



One could never know however, I once found myself in a tense situation when I had put the moves on a very beautiful woman, using all the charm of a vampire in the almost pitch black of a club. unfortunately I soon came to find out much to my surprise it was a man, a very feminine one, but none the less a man, worst yet he was a member of one of the three houses, and had taken quite a liking to me. much to my chargin.



Gathering protectively around the woman opposite me they right hands slipping into the folds of their cloaks their stances calm but not reassuring. Time was running out and no other options presented themselves to me, a grungy hole that may prove to be my final resting place, or a proud and honorable death at the hands of some unknown clan of the winter rose house, presumably honored and held within the greatest respect to be accompanying the temporary heir to the house.



The blood of my ancestors was strong, it called out from within my veins, the pride of my families dynasty, thousands of years of hard work and sacrafice. Resting her hands on her hips the woman who had invaded my tomb looked far more composed and confident in her standing. "There is only one way to deal with commoners, with feral filth who dirty the blood and heritage that all true sisters and brothers of the night share." she said as her pale lips twisted in the gloom of the mine.



"You'll have to forgive me for not knowing where your going with this, I didn't sleep very well today, some wack job snuck into my bed and was trying to cop a feel." I said as I pulled an innocent and lost look on my face, as if I truly had no idea what was happening. Quickly her face turned from the soft pale hue of freshly fallen snow to one of a summer beach goer who forgot to apply sunscreen to their face.



"You! how...I'll....you will never have the chance to speak like that to me again, I am Aneira Tanning! rightful heir to my house! Kill him!" she shouted at the top of her lungs as if trying to hear herself over the sound of her own self dillusions. Smoothly the four others moved forward, their right hands appearing from the folds of their cloaks, daggers in hands, all of them silver of course.



This was it, I would stand and fight, I would use the last of my life to take them with me, and in the end I would die an honorable death, the pride of my family would be upheld, the dying house of my forefathers would have one final shout, the blood demanded it. Tradition demanded it. Thankfully I wasn't one for tradition even before my rebirth, and promplty made the decision to dive into the hole just behind my stone coffin.



Chasing after me the four stopped as they peered into the dark my form quickly disappearing into the seemingly bottomless depths, if the fall did not kill me then they would should I make it back from were I was headed, that of which I had no idea. Jagged rocks lunged out at me, biting and taking hold of my arms even as I tucked them in, in hindsight jumping head first might not have been the best idea, and so as the earth swallowed me whole the only thought in my mind was what lay beneath the shadows and if there were such things as bottomless pits.

As her fingers run carefully over my face I lash out, Growling like an animal possessed as I rise up, grabbing a firm hold on her wrist as I do, Fangs barred, pupils dialated from years of sleep. Catching her gaze I take quick note of her bright red eyes, something that gives me pause. "Who are you? Why are you in my tomb? why did you climb into my bed?" I asked furiously



The tone of my voice echoed off the barren stone walls, the dark grey of the mine was thrown everywhere, like a child was given a can of paint and encouraged to "let their free spirit go" something mind you should never be done with a child of the night, especially a new born. Having a firm grip on the woman for the time being I took quick note of her.



She have Raven hair pulled back into a loos poney tail, one that speaks of dominance and control, a long braid running down her back, her face having a sharp but elegent look to it, her eyes and cheek bones told of an asian ancestery at least somewhere in her pre birth blood line, the white of her riding shirt was almost glaring in the dark, the collar resting gently around her neck which bore a hidden pendent on a silver chain.



Black pants hugged her slim waist and plentiful hips trailing down her body in well fitted form before disappearing into a pair of dark leather riding boots, both of which added to her already intimidating height, even being six feet four inches tall as I am, she could clearly see into my eyes without having to tip her head to far back.



Crying out she kicks out at me as she attempts to pull herself free, landing a solid blow on my chest my eyes widen slightly in surprise, even after being asleep for the last ten years no human should be able to harm me this much, though I was able to hold on, using the pain to refresh my senses, to calibrate myself to my surroundings once more and the feeling of being awake and alive.



Gripping her wrist harder I let out another low growl "Who...are....you? I won't ask you again." this time in a much more animalistic tone which compliments my growl nicely. Eyes glowing a duller red then her's I lock my gaze more firmly though this begins to unsettle me, to much isn't adding up, she should not have those eyes, blue, brown, green, somthing, anything but red.



This bodes ill for my planned century of sleep, even more so for my plans on staying out of the eyes of my own kind all together. "Let me go now!" The woman cries out, the tone of her voice sending chills crawling down my back. It was as if she was afraid to be touched, but more then that, it bespoke of being afraid of being touched by someone like me, of a lower class of person.



"Let go! do you have any idea who i am welp?!" she asked almost crazed as she swung her body to and fro, the remains of the silver pendent finally making themselves known as it slipped from her top. A green triangle held within a ring of silver roses, the center of the triangle holding a small carving, a winter scene of a rose bush blooming in an icy landscape.



"Oh shit..." I said without thinking, bright red eyes, a silver rose ring pendent, the ability to actually harm me, it was like christmas came early, but instead of preseants vampire santa sent me an executioner. "Winter rose." I said flatly as I tore my hand from her wrist as if it was made of freshly forged iron, The sudden release causing her great surprise as she fell backwards, though the look was quickly replaced with one of sick satisfaction.



Straightening herself she smoothed out her clothes, the brightness of her shirt causing me a slight head ache. Though she wore a look of great anger; I knew for a fact she was pissed at me, I could not question her beauty, I could however question as to why I found her in my make shift tomb. "why in the blood soaked hell would a member of the Winter rose house be skulking in abandoned mines?" I asked with a pernounced scowl, my head ache was worstening as the presence of a winter rose vampire usually plays havoc on my senses.



"you have no right to ask that, indeed it should be I to inquire as to why a stray feral is on winter rose lands." she asked in a very high and mighty tone, one filled with self importance and prejudice. "inquire" she says, by the gods she even speaks like them; winter rose house members never "ask" anything because they were deserving if not entitled to all they wanted to know.



It was apparantly clear that she had most of the traits; while some needed work; something i would prefer never gets "improved" upon, unfortunately for me if she looked close enough id be running for my life once more as the only thing identifying me since i have changed my appearance from the high born beauty of a face not far different from her own, though more masculine, to one of a more human appropriate form of handsome.



Dark hair flowing down the sides of my face, framing them like black velvet curtains in the darkest of theaters, a strong jaw but not so pronounced angled up behind my ears, a few scars from close encounters, and of course well cared for fangs, even vampires have to brush children. I stood tall and proud, wearing the clothing I had been forced to flee in, a long black trench coat dotted with silver studs, a loose fitting T shirt and equally ill fitted jeans falling over a pair of riding boots, not so unlike those that the woman wore before me.



Were use to I was a god amongst men and even vampries, I was now more of a fond glance then an idol to be worshipped, if however she looked to close she would find a pendent hanging from my hip marking me as the last of my house, the silver emblem of a ring with three lines trailing down from the bottom, the middle going quite a bit further down then the other two, a silver curve connecting all three lines as it curved up almost as if cupping the bottom of the circle.



Cursed as the pendent was just from revealing who I truly was, it had several other enchantments placed on it by my family, ones that bespoke of my families pride and the sacrafice one would have to make in order to even be considered to join, if ever I hide the pendent it would cause me incredible pain, the last time i had done so was the greatest reason for my needing to sleep here.



I had hidden it away within my pocket to elude capture by a group of vampires guarding the exit to the city, after a quick glance to check for a pendent and that I was in no pain, I was allowed to leave, however as soon as I was out of their view I quickly succumbed to the pendents effects, why my family chose such a disturbing trait for their pendent made no sense to me, indeed I barely understood any of their decisions when it came to our house.



Save to a coffin or a tomb I had to have it in plain view, pride killed my house and family, because of our pride, only three houses now stood over the blessed brothers and sisters of my race. "Since when did this backword town belong to your house?" I asked defensively. "generations, not that its any of your business commoner." she spat out, her tone proud and strong.



"Generations huh? I did not know that generations meant five years now, my how words change so often." I replied in a cool sort of voice, a slight sense of amusement and pleasure marking my calling her on her bluff, I knew well enough that these lands had not belonged to any of the houses when I had layed myself to rest.



Right on the dot, her face twisted into one of bewildered hate, flustered and embarrased by having been called out on her bluff, and not only that but I had also nailed the time frame justly, though it was not to hard seeing how much noise they had begun to make, which explained a lot. I knew it got under her skin that a "commoner" ( as if ) had corrected her.



Don't get me wrong, I am by no mean royalty or of even a higher class of blood, I merely belonged to a dying house because of a twist in fate. "how...who....whe..." she spluttered before regaining her barrings, her gaze sharpening ten fold. "How dare you Question me! I am inheritor to the winter throne, I am the future of the house of winter rose! I shall not be spoken to in such a manner by common filth! your barely any better then a feral." she shouted



"you are not Elizibeth tanning..." I said calmly as I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Searching as I spoke I looked for an exit plan, it would not be long and she would know I was not your run of the mill commoner. Something inside told me that things were about to get out of hand as usual for anyone; especially self importanced princesses, of the winter rose house. Especially if she was telling the truth.



"My sister is sick, until she can recover, I am inheritor." she said in a tone consisting of a mix between sadness and pride. Her eyes narrowing sadistiacally, as if she had an injured animal cornered. "Elizebeth has no sisters, she alone bared the rose, everyone knows that." I replied as I stalled her for time, backing towards my stone coffin as I did, four pairs of foot steps could be heard coming down the passage just behind her, and from the look in her eyes, it was not her who had to be worried.

Rockford, the worlds forgotten shoebox, filled with crumbling memories and forgotten events. Some cities and towns value gold and silver, others lumber and wheat, Rockford however values peace, quiet, and boredom. The most exciting things about the town were its name, and cemetary. Because of its out of the way location, and dull as dirt ways, it proved an ideal town to lay myself to rest.



Lovely tombs, forgotten mines turned into catecombs, it was exactly what a wanted vampire dreampt of when he wasn't fearing for his life. "was" being the key word, for the past five years noises that do not belong to small shoebox towns drifted into my immortal, forsaken dreams.



Counciously I Ignored it as if turning over mentally would help me forget it was there, not that a vampire turns in its sleep, we do after all sleep like the dead. Viberations of digging, sounds of music being born and fading away, youthgul teens yelling into the mine I now called home, all forgivable and indeed forettable easily enough.



However when a necrophiliac; that is what I assumed them to be, at least at first, finds my resting place, my hide away. When she then opens the lid on my own twisted jack in the box, when she climbs into my bed and touches my face, well you dont have to be a vampire for that to freak you out.