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Portraits Of Time
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REDONE! Laura moved into a very old home that has been in her family for hundreds of years. Little did she know there is a Vampire waiting for her to rescue him.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 12 - Words: 23,040 - Reviews: 62 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 08-23-04 - Published: 02-27-04 - id: 1537034
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A/N I had posted this story a few months ago and never looked at it again. At the start of the year I just happened to find it on a old disk and was shocked at all the mistakes and how poorly it was written. However, when I tried to repost I found out..I forgot my password. -_- oops! So I created a new account and here it is. Posted in chapters this time instead of all at once. So if you see this same story around here somewhere you know why.

Now on to the story

We ache.we love, we thirst for the forbidden. We are you friends.and lovers, and your worst fears. We are, vampires.

The day was peaceful and bright, the sun was shining and the only clouds in the sky were white and fluffy. You couldn't tell from this day that something was amiss. The birds sang their songs just like any other day, and the forest animals went along without a care in the world.
Set back into the forest, was an old and cozy home. Its only separation from the trees was an immense lawn of green grass and shrubs. The house.though rather large, fit perfectly with the quiet forest, and the forest creatures wandered far into the well-kept lawn. Suddenly the early morning silence was shattered by an ear-piercing shriek from the home. Startled, the birds took flight and the tiny forest animals darted away. The echo caused by the shriek had yet to fade, when another more painful one came. That pain filled scream was cut short as a light flashed in one of the many windows. The light grew and grew, until the light engulfed the whole window. It was so bright and of the purest blue-white that it made the sun look rather dull and yellowed as if with age.
Sounds of pleading were heard from the house.shouts and curses. A great amount of commotion, breaking glass and the inhuman shrieking went on. The white light moved from the window and appeared in many others before is disappeared altogether.

Then..all was silent.

Portraits of Time
Chapter 1
Laura stared out the window of a slow moving van. Though the view was amazing, towering trees, wildflowers, the beautiful little town, the late afternoon sun, she saw nothing really. Laura McCloud had never had a real exciting life, in fact it was rather sad when she was only two years old her family died in a boating accident. She was the only survivor, no one knew how she lived, but she did, and now she was all-alone. She had no other family, she was an orphan, and had been raised in foster homes but was never able to get adopted.
Then right before her twenty-first birthday she was notified that she was about to inherit a home. It turned out that her great aunt Rebecca South had died some thirty years earlier, and had left her home and all of her money to Laura's mother, but because her mother died, Laura was next to inherit. So she packed her bags and said goodbye to her current foster family, and left.
When she got to Old Town U.S.A. she was welcomed by the Mayor who went by Richard, imagine her surprise. He offered to drive her to the manor, and she accepted. They fell into a comfortable silence but the Mayor was not one to let an opportunity for him to show off his town go by. So on the way the Mayor told her that her home had been around since 1712 and that it was one of the oldest houses in the town. Laura listened intently, for she wanted to know as much as she could about the strange new hose she was about to move into. However the Mayor kept on and on. like the constant buzzing of bees; pretty soon Laura got tired of the Mayor and began gazing out the window, and started daydreaming.
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Soon they were getting to the out-skirts of the town, the houses were getting fewer and further between, and there was nothing but trees around. Finally the Mayor pulled into a road and right before her eyes appeared the biggest house Laura had ever seen. It was two stories and stretched out on either side. It was nestled in the forest just perfectly; the red brick was a bright contrast to the shades of green that surrounded it.
"This is no house, it's a castle!" Laura exclaimed to the Mayor.
" Yes it is very big, I've never been in it myself but I heard that it is bigger on the inside" said the Mayor. He reached in his pocket and brought out a key ring with a hand full of keys on it. "Here are the house keys and. Oh by the way, the grounds have been kept by the Quinn family, but no one has ever been inside the house so it will be dirty and you may have some cleaning to do. I'll bring some cleaning supplies out here tomorrow," he handed Laura the keys.
"Thank you for bringing me here, I'll see you tomorrow" Laura got her bags and her bike out of the van, and walked up the steps to the front door. She turned to wave at the Mayor as he drove away smiling as he flashed her a peace sign. She sighed a sigh of relief now that she was finally here, and she looked at the keys in her hand. They were all new keys except two; they were the old fashion kind. Well the house is three hundred years old, she thought to her self as she unlocked the heavy oak door and pushed it open. The old door creaked on its' hinges from thirty years of neglect. The sound echoed through the house, ending in a far off corner.
Stepping in she was greeted by a dark dusty hall filled with sheet- covered furniture. Bringing her luggage in, she shut the door, and the evening light was closed out leaving the house as dark as ever. Laura spied a light switch on the wall and she flipped it on. Suddenly the hall was ablaze with light, an enormous chandelier was in the middle of the long hallway and it sparkled with new life as the light came from it.
"Wow" was all she could say, her voice carried down the long hall. There were many rooms that the hall leaded to, and at the end of the hall was a grand looking staircase. Laura decided that she would have a look around before she found a room to sleep in. She went into the first room, it was a large living room. This too had sheet-covered furniture, Laura turned on another light and again a large chandelier lit up the room. There was a fireplace on one side of the room and Laura could almost feel the warm heat from fires long past. Walking over Laura pulled off a sheet covering a rather large piece of furniture; a cloud of dust flew in the air. Coughing, and waving the dust away Laura saw that it was a couch, very old looking, but in perfect condition.
Laura could see that with a little work, she could have the house back in shape in no time. She could almost imagine how grand it would look with out the inch of dust and cobwebs. She decided that tomorrow she would start cleaning up the house, staring with this room. She wandered around and saw a painting on the left side of the room, though it was covered with dust and cobwebs she could see that it was of a young man. He had on what looked like old Victorian clothes. With the lace on the collar and on the end of the sleeves that befitted the time. He looked rather important and attractive; he had black as night hair that fell in long curls, and striking ice blue eyes.
Something about those eyes caught Laura, like a deer in headlights, she could do nothing but stare. She found it very difficult to look away, but she was finally able to tear her eyes away. That's when she noticed that there was some one else in the portrait. It was a young lady; she was very beautiful in a blue dress and blonde hair that was all curled up and fancy. She sat just in front of the man, with a slight smile on her face.

Laura was finally able to look away from the stunning panting and left the room. She decided that the bedrooms would most likely to be up stairs, so up she went. She gazed at the dozens of paintings that hung on the wall, all with people and landscapes. Reality was setting in that this was her new home and that the people in the paintings must be her family in some way. Laura now had a place of her own, a home, even though she was alone, she was home.
On the second floor Laura was presented with another hallway that went to the left and right, this one had many closed doors. Choosing to go left she opened the first door, it was a bathroom, equipped with all the modern conveniences. She shut the door and continued down the hall. Opening a door on the right she found a nice size bedroom. She turned on a light and three lamps placed around the room came to life, showing a large canopy bed, a small couch, a desk, a wardrobe and a dresser with a large mirror. Laura decided that she would stay in this room for a while until she got everything straightened out.
Going back down stairs she retrieved her luggage and took them up to the room. Everything was covered in an inch of dust and cobwebs. Laura couldn't wait until tomorrow so she could clean the house. No doubt the house will be beautiful once it is clean. She thought as she threw off the dusty blankets from the bed, producing a cloud of dust. Laura went over to the window to let some of the dust out, only to find that they had boards nailed to them.
" Strange " she said to herself " why would the windows be boarded up?" She kept the door open instead, to get the dust out, and she shut off the lights and went to sleep.

There was a thump in the house, what it was from he did not know.nor care. It had been many years since he last heard a sound in the house. He wished he could see what was going on in the house.but all he saw was darkness. So he waited.and hoped...

************************************************* A/N yeah it was kinda short...went kinda fast, but it was a school project and I couldn't spend as much time on it as I would have liked. I did manage to go back and add some more in to give it a better body. I just hoped it worked. Leave a review! I would love to see if this one will do better then before ^_^
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