My very own creation.

Aurora hates herself. Hates herself for ways unimaginable unless you are one of her kind. She's seen the world in different ways. When she creates something she can't exchange or destroy, how does she handle the situation and does it stab her in the back. When she creates Bradley.


8. After one-hundred-and-sixty-four years

Here I am again, walking through the halls of TarrenVille. People are starting to stare a little more than usual, now that I have Vivian and Bradley. First of all because Viv is pretty close to the top and second, Bradley isn't that bad looking.
I excuse myself from their company for a few moments and go into the bathroom. People get suspicious if you don't go to the bathroom, and it's really weird, but they pick up on your bathroom habits. I just go to make sure no rumors start, that's about it. I enter a stall and pour the remainder of my water into the toilet.

I begin to smell something strange, not human, nor dog, nor either one of the vampires I know. My mind wraps around the scents of oranges, strawberries, and cinnamon. I inhale deeply, the scent not ringing any bells. I rush myself, hurrying to wash my hands and than running at a human speed through the corridors until I reach the woods. I have an strong sense of smell, I can pick up anything from a mile or two away. I can smell somebody's week old corndog in a locker, sweat filled gym socks, and my favorite from when I was human...leftover steak. Only the richest of the rich could afford steak for their families, and luckily I was one of the wealthy. I shake off my craving for the meat and the smell becomes stronger around me of the unknown substance.

It's not in the school, it's outside. Nobody is outside today, it's rainy as hell, maybe we'll be looking forward to a flood. I power walk to the side of the school where I'm not in sight of anybody, and take off through the woods, darting murderously through the trees.

"Where is she, freshy?" Snarls an unfamiliar voice.

"I don't know!" Bradley.

"Yeah, you do. You tell us or you die, in agony."

"Come on, Malcolm! The kid wont tell us anything, we have to go find the girl ourselves."

"Shut up, Dixon. I'm-," cut off mid-sentence, I hear Malcolm and Dixon take deep breaths into the air. "She's here!"

"Come out, come out where ever you are, Aurora!" Dixon snickers.

"Let the boy go," I order as I appear in the tree tops above them. "What do you want?"

The black haired, crimson eyed, statue; Malcolm, pushes Bradley to the ground and he scurries away. "Oh, Aurora, you don't remember me do you, dear?"

I shake my head vigorously, waiting for the obviously immortal man to continue with his story.

"Malcolm, Malcolm Archer," he says with a demonic smile that slithers onto and plasters on his face.

~"Please! Don't do this to me!"

"Oh, but my dear, I must! If I don't you'll die, and you dying means a different world, like something is missing and, my dear child, it would be missing. You're an important piece in our puzzle, not yet exactly, but you will be in a few hundred years," this was all said with a snakelike smile.

I was dying of tuberculosis, and was close to death. A few minutes were all I had left to my life until Malcolm came along. I'd forgotten the name until now.

I remember the acidic venom crawling through my veins when he had brought me into the alley to die. A slow and painful death, plenty of screaming, in my mind. I knew if I had screamed aloud, people would become suspicious and check out the surroundings to find a teenaged girl arched in the streets.
The heavy breathing, the sight of Malcolm there in front of me with the same young girl that's standing with him now. Dixon, the beautiful golden blonde with the cherry crimson eyes.~

"This is what you did to me, Malcolm. Why couldn't you let me take my place in the circle of life and leave me alone? Away from all this bullshit immortality! I never wanted this Malcolm, I never wanted any of this. But you were too fucking selfish to see that," I rant, trying to stalk out of the woods. Dramatic, yes. True, yes. Very, very true.

"Oh, but I'm afraid we can't leave you be, child," he hisses through perfect teeth. "I told you I'd need you after a few hundred years, and, well, I need you now instead of then."

"It's been one-hundred-and-sixty-four years, yet you couldn't even give me the amount of two decades," I snarl.

"Our kind has been threated by the leader of all moon children, we must be the ones to fight at war against them. Find every vampire you can, meaning your sisters and brothers," Malcolm says as he turns to leave. "Dixon, kill the boy. Fresh bloods cannot know about our existence, if they do, it shall result in," he pauses," fatality." 


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