I came up with this idea in Jack's room ... the advisor of our class ... just in case any of you are thinking anything. Anyhow, here we have an idea that just ... I dunno, clicks with my head ... I also was thinking of Ra's new fic “Flower in the Rain” and I really like that one. Ra is an awesome writer so go see it. It's really nice and I've always looked up to Ra for her awesome writing abilities. So, what do we have here ... some fic ... lol ... yah ... collage, vampires, super natural type ... what's new ... it's just something I want to try out. See where it goes. It'll be pg-13 for now but may increase ... I'm not sure, like I said, this is only the beginning. And the title is just ... Uh, I'll change it maybe, it's just something. Well, I'll start now.

Her name is Reivin BlackStar. Odd name. what do you see when you think of it? Of her? a black bird against an even blacker sky. A lonely person who walks through life with the greatest care. She has kept her lonely existence firm throughout her life, a junior now at a university her life has control, she goes about a seemingly normal existence while keeping her abnormal past down within the crevices of her mind and heart. Of course, one with so much control usually attracts a little bit of disorder. One night she comes home late, and finds a wounded vampire in the corner of her room. This will attract more then a little bit of disorder.

The red eyes blink at her from the darkness. They're filled with bitterness, pain, and anger. She stares at him in surprise, not what she expected to find in the dark corner of her room.
“Witch.” he growls in anger.
“No.” she answers with no emotion.
He can't stand, she can smell the blood in the air, he is wounded badly. He eyes watch her, watching her every move, too weak to spring at her and tear out her throat. He had been in a fights, she can feel the crackling of power around her. He had used the nearest portal, meaning he's a pretty strong vampire, to be able to tear down all the barriers. However, the portal had been linked to her room.
She can see him in the darkness. Long silky black hair, that is tangled everywhere and had been wrenched from it ponytail. Ruby red eyes that glow. A black coat that is covered in blood, a slashed black t-shirt and some bloodied, loose cargos. The fact that he has on a pair of sneakers indicates that despite his high power level and his guessed date of being over 2,000 years old, he had preferred not to draw attention to himself, but that had obviously failed during the night.
“Are you alright?” she asks.
His answer to her is a threatening snarl. Like a wounded animal. She thinks softly. She sets her things down on the desk nearby and then walks into the bathroom to come out with a first-aide kit.
“What are you?” he demands, not wanting her anywhere near him.
“I'm just a collage student.” she answers.
He is too weak to use the famed vampire ability of “mind control” so all he can do is hiss a warning at her which she ignores and sits down about a couple feet away from him and shifts through the contents of the kit, “You can do it yourself, if you're capable of moving that is. I'll just hand you the stuff. It's obvious you can't do it yourself.” she says pulling out some bandages and some alcohol.
She laces something through the bandages and then holds it out to him, not looking at him as she pours the alcohol with one hand into the cap. He growls and then snatches it from her. He puts it into his mouth and then takes off his coat and shirt, revealing broad shoulders and firm muscles. He then proceeds to try to wrap the bandages around his stomach to cover the gash but fails miserably due to the fact that he has a couple cuts in both his arms. She pretends to ignore him and then moves in quickly and right over him, placing one hand against the wall and then placing the other hand against the gash in his side.
He hisses in both pain and surprise and tries to slam her away, but fails due to the weakness that spreads through his body. He stares at her with anger in his eyes but can't do anything, “Stop fighting, you'll only make it worse.” she says calmly, pressing her hand harder against the gash.
He hisses in pain but she ignore him, and a coolness washes over him, and then she pulls back her hand and touches his forehead, her eyes closed, “You will have some scars.” she says as if she is far away, her voice an echo in his head.
He doesn't answer her, he wants to throw her off of him, he doesn't like the fact that someone who he doesn't know and doesn't know what is is currently sitting on him and healing his wounds. Of course the last prospect angers him more because she is helping him. No one in their right mind would help a vampire. Not even a vampire, kill or be killed is the law of nature and the vampire nation knows it well.
“There.” and she draws back from him, standing up to look down at him with glowing hazel brown eyes, “You will be able to stand by tomorrow morning.” she says, and then turns to walk away.
He watches her go, still hunched in the corner, looking down at himself, seeing that all the bandages as been woven around every cut and gash, and that the pain had subsided during her previous actions. Of course, he is still drained of every magic cell in his body so she is right, he would have to wait till tomorrow. Was he suppose to stay here? He growls and sits up straighter, then decides that he likes the corner and slouches back down. A man of his character is slouching down, in the corner of some girl that could be a witch, or even a hunter. He looks around him, the room is neat, dark, and alright by his standards. He then decides “what the hell” and then curls up like a cat in the corner.

I don't know why I did what I did. I come home, expecting to just fall into bed and sleep, instead to find some wounded vampire in the corner of my room. I could easily have just killed him, but I am not a hunter, and the human race needs to be controlled anyways. Now, I have a vampire sleeping in my room. God must have a sense of humor. He wants to give me a spawn of hell just to see how well I can control myself. But, why'd the spawn of hell have to be good looking dammit?
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So, r/r please and tell me how it is ... um, it's going to be a slow process but I'll manage. Please leave any comments and I have yet to give the vampire a name. I shall go find one. So, please r/r and I don't care if you have some constructive criticism for me so leave it if you have any. Ja!