This is the new story I'm working on...It's not fantastic and I am not even sure where it's going but here it is!



I always wanted to be special. You know, super human strength or the ability to fly or maybe even laser vision. Something to set me apart from every one. Well...I got my wish, at the cost of everything. My story starts where I died.

At 16 years old I was in the passenger side of my boyfriends mustang as he drove dangerously fast down a curvy street. We had been fighting because he had asked another girl to prom even though I was his girlfriend. Looking back, my whole life seemed so laughable. He took a corner too fast and hit the front end of an oncoming car. I don't remember much after that. Other than the fear as the car flew off the cliff into the quarry.

When I awoke, I knew I was dead. My body was full of needles and it felt colder than ice. Pulling off the sheet that covered my naked body I looked through the darkness. A morgue. I would have shivered, had I been alive. No other noises could be heard. Not my breathing or my heart. Force of habit to hear those things and pass them off as normal but now, when there was nothing, it was beyond creepy.

Despite my being on the dead side I moved to stand on my own two feet. The muscles stretched and tightened as I moved. Just as they should. Everything else worked just fine. I moved slowly, testing out each limb. I had a nagging feeling in the back of my head. I needed to get out of this place. Not for fear but because something inside of me was telling me I had somewhere else to be. Trusting my body (that seemed to know more than me) I climbed to the window and with a grace I never possessed while alive, I slid through the window out into the streets to follow my 'gut'.

I stuck close to the shadows as I made my way down familiar streets and avenues. Past houses where sleeping families peacefully slept and even past a library where diligent students were making use of the last hours of the night. I would have felt jealousy for them if I could feel, as it was though. I felt nothing.

: After some time and some close calls I arrived at a large house that seemed abandoned but I could feel a presence inside. The same presence that had been calling me here. My legs moved on their own up the cracked sidewalk that was becoming overgrown with weeds and grass from years of neglect. If this was how the outside looked, I could only imagine the inside and the things that lurked there.

The door was pushed open with a loud creak just as I expected it would, every scary movie I had ever seen prepared me for this. Dust and spider webs filled the dark rooms and I was glad I wasn't breathing in the mold that surely existed there. The floor boards bent under my weight and I stood before a set of double doors that seemed unaffected by age. Without fear I entered the innermost room, being greeted by a lit fireplace. The room itself was lavishly decorated with books lining every inch of the walls. My eyes were immediately drawn to the figure in the center though. A tall figure.

I could see now that it was a male. Human or at least mostly human. His eyes seemed to glow a deep red that I had never seen on a human or animal. His voice rang out into my ears although I couldn't focus on his words. Instead I moved swiftly beside him where I could get a closer view of his face. Black hair covered his head and hung down his back in a tie. His face was Sharp and narrow but incredibly attractive. I should have felt fear but like I had mentioned before, I'm dead.

He smiled and it was then that I could see the fangs. Not just the normal canine teeth tween vampire dream but three sets of fangs. This was no twinkle generation vampire.
"I am no vampire." His voice growled as if annoyed. I continued to study his features. Strong broad shoulders but he seemed more lean and agile than full of brute strength. A small growl escaped his mouth. He leaned against a tall table that held only a box on it. I followed his gaze to it.
"Aren't you curious as to what it holds?" He asked in a mocking sort of tone. I continued to stare at it. Curiosity is not the word I would have used, I felt like whatever was in said box was incredibly important.
"I suppose being dead you feel nothing." With a disappointed sigh he opened the box to pull out a glowing and glittering red apple.
"This.." He explained. "Is your life fruit. It was anyways. It's in my possession now. Therefore...you work for me."