A/N: I've drawn a few sketches for a while and have come up with a small sort of story, but no real details. This is just an idea, so if anyone thinks I should continue on with it, please inform me.

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It was a windy, chilly night in the sleepy English town. The sea quietly rushed to the sandy shore and back again, in an endless game of tag. Little rectangular shafts of light reflected off of the waves and shimmered like small crystals. Along the shore was a moon-bathed, wooden dock. Leading up to the dock was a humble looking cobble street, looking very tidy. Small vendors were scattered along the street, securely locked up, waiting to begin another day of business early the next morning. Further down the cobble street were other stores, restaurants, cafes, boutiques, and small gift shops. Branching off from that street were various dark alleys filled with trash cans, dumpsters, and other objects found within an alley. A small mouse scurried long the alley, searching for crumbs to munch on and quickly found its way into a darker part of the alleies. The yellow, slited eyes of a stealthy alley cat watched the rodent intently and swiftly prowled behind it.

Not very many miles from the seaside marketplace was a fairly large cemetary. Felina, a sixteen and-a-half-year-old girl, stood silently by a smooth marble gravestone. She slowly dragged her eyes away from the shimmering blue-gray line, which was the sea, and let her gaze rest upon the engravement on the stone. Her lip no longer quivered when she read the words and her eyes no longer watered when they ran over them, though a foggy sorrow was definately evident in her crystal blue eyes.

"Thomas and Angelina Conner"

"1958-2005 1961-2005"

That day three months ago continuously replayed itself in Felina's mind. It haunted her relentlessly, always lurking in the shadows of her mind, threatening to slowly rip her apart from the inside. Though her compassionate aunt and uncle kindly took her in after the horrible accident, she still felt a great emptiness. Even her seven-year-old cousin Collin couldn't distract her mind long enough to escape the horendous loneliness and emptiness that plauged her heart and mind. A cold wind blew and snuck its way through her warm garments and pierced her skin. Felina shivered and sunk to the cold grassy soil, hugging her coat to herself. After the wind had ceased she pulled her hand away from the warmth of her body and brushed her numb finger tips against the engravement on the cold marble. Her hand traveled away from the names of her deceased parents and carassed(sp?) the side of the tombstone. Memories of her loving parents and all their happy times swam through her head and she recalled a fond memory of a boating trip. The details were foggy, but the memories gave birth to the first smile she had born in many, many weeks.

A small sphere of light produced from what seemed like a lantern bobbed in the distance, in rhythm with the sound of a lone horses' hoof clops. Felina pulled her cold hand away from the stone and cupped her cheek as she listened to the horse drawing nearer. The dim light of the lantern slowly trotted up the path and the figure of an old grizzled man riding a chocolate brown horse could be made out. The rider looked her way and squinted, bringing his horse to a pause.

"Who goes there? The cemetary is closed." he called out. Felina slowly rose to her feet and turned to face him, her smile fading. "Oh, miss Felina! What're you doin' out this late, and in a graveyard non-the-less?"

"Hi Ben," Felina replied quietly and strolled over to the keeper of the cemetary.

Felina had been at the cemetary nearly every day since the day her parents were laid to rest. She had become a usual visitor and had created some sort of friendship with the old man. She walked up to the chocolate colored horse and fondly traced its massive jaw. Ben was already launched into his usual speech when he found her in the cemetary late at night. 'It's dangerous for young girls to be in the cemetary by themselves at night,' and 'there could be tons of creeps lurking behind tombstones' were usually the main subject of his lectures. She sighed but gave Ben her mild attention out of respect for him. Once he had finished, she nodded her head and said that she understood.

"Well, Jeremiah and I should probably finish checking out the cemetary," Ben said and fondly slapped the horses' strong neck. Jeremiah snorted and shifted his weight from hoof to hoof, anxious to get going again. "And you had better be on your way as well, young miss."

Felina nodded and waved to Ben and Jeremiah as they bid their own farewells and continued down the narrow dirt path. Felina started down the opposite way, but once she could no longer hear the echo of Jeremiah's hoofs she snuck back to her parents grave to say goodnight for the last time tonight. Once her business in the graveyard was done she looked at her digital wrist watch. It read 11:48pm. She cursed under her breath, she had lost track of time and was suppose to be home before midnight, for that is the time her aunt and uncle always check her and Collin's room to see if they're asleep, and her house was a good twenty-five minute walk from the cemetary. That and she had to find a way to get into her room unnoticed, which was next to impossible because her aunt and uncle owned an old English castle and her room was located in a chamber in one of the towers.

She was on her way, jogging down the dirt path when she suddenly felt as though someone was burning a whole in her back, like someone was watching her. An invisible weight settled in the pit of her stomach and she spun around on her heal when she heard the rustle of leaves dance across the path. A small amount of relief washed over her, but when the feeling didn't leave her a giant wave of uneasiness swept over her. She nervously peered around the cemetary, searching for some ghoul hiding behind the tombstones. Felina found none, but she decided that that was no reason to stay any longer than necessary. Felina began to run out of the cemetary, whipping past gravestones and mosulieums, and sprinting down the main road within a matter of minutes.

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Crouching behind a large tombstone with a sculpture of an angel holding an open Bible was a dark clothed figure. It appeared to be a young man with dark maroon eyes. His keen eye sight chased after the girl as she sprinted down the road, shrinking into the horizon. Curiousity lingered in his eyes and he leaned against the cool stone for a while longer. He rested his pale cheek on the base of the gravestone, closed his eyes, and snorted before leaping up into the air with an unhuman elegance. He briefly landed on the head of the angel before leaping to another stone gravestone. The moonlight reflected off his pale skin and black, raggy clothing, giving him an almost transfigured appearance. He soon found his destination, a small hole near the base of a giant old maple tree. His thin frame easily slid through the hole and he landed in an underground barial chamber, long since forgotten by the mortals whom dwelled above the ground.

His footsteps echoed quietly in the cavarnous chamber and he entered a dimly candle-lit room with four others in it. One was a tall man with long dark hair, some was missing in the front, and a long flowing cape. He also wore a few medalions and pendants around his neck. To his side was an elegant, beautiful woman with a simialr attire, but wore stone and crystal jewelery instead. On the other side of the room two smaller children played together, a boy and girl about the same age in appearance. The girl wore a darkly fabricated gown and the boy wore a black outfit with a small leathery belt about his waist.

The older man turned his attention to the young man and smiled, but it was soon replaced with a scowl.

"Arthadius, where were you?" the man demanded in a deep, smooth voice. Arthadius snorted and closed his eyes smugly, ignoring the older man.

"Arthadius!" the man shouted, raising his voice.

The lady quickly walked over to the young man and looked between the two men.

"Son, don't ignore your father. You weren't out drinking again, were you?" she asked suspiciously and placed her hand on his shoulder.

Arthadius grinned deviously at his mother, two sharp fangs flashing in the dim light. His mother glared at him and said sternly, "Arthadius, you know you aren't suppose to be out drinking. People will start to notice. You've been going out every night for the past few weeks and you have neglected to tell us what you've been doing."

Arthadius grew annoyed and shrugged her hand off his shoulder.

"I wasn't sucking blood, dammit!" he growled and stormed off towards the exit, glowering.

"Don't you dare direct such language towards your mother! Come back here!" his father bellowed.

"What does it matter? Every time I walk into this place I get accused of drinking someone's blood! Isn't that what we do? Drink blood?" Arthadius growled back. "I can't take it down here, I'm going out!"

"Arthadius," his mother pleaded, but he was already gone.

She sighed and clasped her hands together, wringing them nervously. The father growled in frustration and massaged his temples. He walked over to his wife and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. The two vampire children looked at them from across the room in confusion.

"What's wrong with Arthadius?" the small girl asked curiously.

"He's tired of hiding in this mole hole, that's what. Just like the rest of us, but the only way he can vent is yelling, I suppose."

"Truth spills from you lips, my son," their father acknowledged. "But I do not know if it spills from your brothers'."

"I don't think that he was drinking," the girl piped up. "I followed him once, but he found me and sent me away. I also followed him another night, but he was either crouching behind a tombstone or reading this one particular one."

The father sighed and paced to the other side of the room in frustration and sighed, "Why must you be so troublesome, Arthadius?"

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Above the chamber, Arthadius was standing in front of the grave Felina had visited earlier, inspecting its inscription. He stared at the marble for what seemed like forever before his stomach rumbled with a hunger he could not ignore. In desperation, he soared into the air and made his way to one of the old farms and preyed upon one of the cattle in the far reaches of the crop fields.

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At the old English castle, Felina had managed to make it into her room before her aunt and uncle made their nightly rounds. They bid her goodnight and carefully made their way down the winding, stone stairwell. Inside Felina's chamber, she lit the room with multiple candle; she was fond of candles because her mother had collected them all the time. She changed into her night outfit and padded across the cold stone floor and opened her medieval window, allowing the cool breeze to sweep into her room and dance with the flickering flames of the candles. After staring at the moon for what seemed an eternity, she left her window open, as she usually did on fair nights, and climbed into her bed, slowly slipping into a dreamless sleep.

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Hey everybody. I just figured out how to use the line break thingys. Aren't they the coolest!? Hahahaha. Sorry, I get physced about the smallest things. Anyways, I've got a few other chapter-like-things I'm posting later, but be WARNED!! They are not in any specific order because I can't really come up with a plot, but I'll post them for you anyways...but only by vote. I'll update a short scene titled "Moon Dance" only if I get requests from at least five different reviewers. Ta ta for now, I guess.

P.S. Caribbeanblue (Kait) and Envy Fallen (Becca)...Are you twohappy now? LOL

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