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CHAPTER 3



Alsion sighed, palms fixed on the far end of the small table they'd gven her to eat on. The files of Cody Miller and everyone that had talked to him, they were all irrelevant...only connected by two things, they all went to a highschool and were girls. Sighing, she shuffled quickly through the papers, suddenly stopping at one of the girls.

"Kayla?" Alison mused.

She pulled out the blonde, curly haired girl's file. It'd been so long, last time she'd seen this girl… Continue

I broke my computer the other day cause it was going slow. I'm guessing it's my fault, i should really have more patience, but I was mad because I had 3 more chapters of Cody Miller on there that I was going to post up THAT EXACT DAY! :(

I also had a book I was writing and it already had 15 chapters...I lost it all. So, I'm never going to smack the palm of my hand on a computer screen EVER AGAIN 'cause last time I did that, something very bad happened...

I'm just mad about all the… Continue

All I'm gonna say is that it's more than 5000 words and on word it was 15 pages long, so...good luck :P









Linneun Vericus was none other than a prince. A prince of blood, agony, and gory pain. He was yet to be one of the ‘senior’ vampires, as his Clan called it, rather, he was a Junior vampire, one of great blood, and royal. He was the Blood Bath Prince, descendant of Dracula himself. His father, Vericus Linne Un, which is where Linneun had gotten his name, was… Continue

CHAPTER 2



Slowly, Alison stepped out the warehouse, a tattered piece of cloth hanging from her left hand. She sat the sunglasses slowly on her soaked head, it was soaked in blood, obviously. It gave off a dark red shine that seemed a bit too sticky to be dye. Sighing, she closed her eyes, becoming invisible to the human eye.

“This stuff just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?” Alison stated, walking towards the small apartment the operation had let her have.

It was a tiny… Continue

CHAPTER 1



A silent step started the noise.

“Lt. Grey, do you copy?” the walkie talkie voice sounded static and hoarse.

A slim hand reached down to the walkie talkie, it’d been three years since the Miller incident, and now they’d finally found someone that could handle Miller alone, “Copy an’ read, ain’t that what they say?” the feminine voice was smooth, but challenging. Gentle, but ruthless.

“Good, now-”

“Sorry, grandpa,” the voice said, “I told you when I… Continue

PROLOUGE



A slight, muffled laugh escaped from his parted lips. The black, long sleeved jacket he wore much too big on him. A grasp on life, he said, a slight preoccupancy that would only last but a millisecond. He held the knife to his cell partner’s throat, smiling, wolf-like fangs glistening, somehow, in the darkest of corners.

“Scream,” the boy ordered.

The man gulped, not being able to emit any type of noise.

“I said scream,” he yelled, pushing the cellmate against… Continue