I’m trying my hand at a supernatural fic, so don’t flame!! *applies flame-proof cover over story* I don’t know much about vampires, (which I’m sure you’ll find out pretty soon) the reason being I don’t believe in them. But that doesn’t mean I can’t write a story on them. Any corrections are welcome, as I’m sure I’ll need them ^^;  Enjoy! (Or at least pretend to)

But before you go, I’d like to thank my friend Silver, who has helped me with this story and with Earth Angel. Her screen name is ever changing, but her ID# is 274664, so go read her stuff too! Please? Tell her Ciara sent you! Or not, you can just go and read them.

Disclaimer: The song is the property of Mackenzie Phillips (some may know her as Molly Phillips from the TV show “So Weird”).

Ok, enough of my prattling. On with the story!

“Demons come from every side
In the darkness is the light
Pulling me on a downward slide
In the darkness is the light
Getting hot the deeper I go
In the darkness is the light
Into the darkness down below
In the darkness is the light.....

A creature there in darkness lies
In the darkness is the light
Why is it that he has my eyes?
In the darkness is the light.....

They say the truth will set me free
In the darkness is the light.....

But just when I thought I’d lost my sight
In the darkness is the light
I catch a glimpse of that beautiful light
In the darkness is the light

In the darkness is the light
Surrender, we’ll win the fight
This girl’s walked on fire and ice
But I come out on the other side of Paradise”

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The dark figure waited silently on the park bench for a victim. “‘Victim.’ What a nice title.” He thought, smirking.

He glanced at his watch. 12:30. Surely someone would be foolish enough to come to the park at midnight. Perhaps a jogger or a druggie, or some other annoying person.

He took another look at his watch. 12:31. “Time sure flies,” he thought mordantly.

Sighing, he leaned back and looked up at the stars. He tried to block them, but memories of his past had seeped through his barricade and were continuing to haunt him.

Ten years ago when he was only seven, he had been playing with his friend, and an incredible hunger had settled over him. He had to have it satisfied. Why did he have the craving to attack his friend and drink his blood? He resisted the urge, but it had felt wrong somehow. He staggered over to his mother, collapsing at her feet. “I’m so hungry,” he had told her weakly. “I know,” she responded grimly. His mother had gone back into the house and returned with a knife. She slit her wrist, a crimson line forming slowly, then held it out to him. He had hesitated for a moment, but then began to drink. His frightened friend had been watching all of this going on and finally got up and ran off crying. After drinking his fill, he sank to his knees. “What’s happening to me?” he had asked his mother, sobbing. She then explained to him that his father was not dead, as he had been told, but that he was a vampire. “It pains me to say this, and you may not believe it, but you are half vampire,” she had said, hugging him. His father had left them because he feared he was becoming too dangerous. They hadn’t heard from him since.

Consequently, he couldn’t be hurt by garlic, crosses, or sunlight, and he aged normally. But he did have his father’s powers to do various charms, which he found to be quite handy, and his weakness to holy water. He could be killed by a stake driven through the heart, but who couldn’t? He also didn’t have to feed as often as a regular vampire might. Once a month sufficed for him.

“And it’s that time of the month,” he thought to himself, smiling at his little joke.

At first he didn’t want to hurt people. That fear in their eyes, their pleading. But now he’d feel a perverse satisfaction overcoming him whenever he’d bite into someone.

He was brought out of his trance by the sound of approaching footsteps. “Finally,” he muttered, rising to his feet.