Daylight’s demise

Chapter One

“He who considers too much will perform little.”
- Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller (1759-1805)
German Dramatist, Poet, and Historian

Completely lost in my fantasiesmy fingers continued to fly over the keyboard. I had heard my name spoken many times but I completely ignored it. The damp and cool weather seemed to make it easier to write, even though none of my lovely writing was good enough to send to a publisher or to even to be read by anyone rather then myself it still was a fun fantasy to write. It was only inspiration I had gotten from all the new talk about the three new students. They continued to keep to themselves and wore nothing but dark colors. Rumors flowed like lava through “my” school. It was heard in moments at a time. Today’s news was this; they were vampires. They go around and kill of innocent victims just because they can’t seem to handle the blood-lust. Of course I didn’t believe in that, I just thought it made a good story. I always changed names or at least thought of anagrams for characters just in case my writing was ever discovered.

He stood for a moment, dark eyes locked on me. But then his gaze seemed to soften though it was probably only my imagination. He was a Vampyre he had absolutely no human feelings left. He could be one hundred for all I know but he doesn’t look a day over nineteen.

His voice was almost hypnotizing when he spoke it sounded like autumn leaves falling on the crisp, cold, damp grou

“Lacy if you don’t get here in less then five minutes you are grounded and I take that computer away!” my angry mother snapped the computer threat was enough to break the spell. I paused for a moment then finished up typing “ground” then saved and turned the monitor off.

I was somewhat normal I guess you could say. Not really but close enough by her (her is my mother) standards.

I opened her bed room door and walked down stairs not completely happy about being pulled back to the real world but I defiantly did want to keep my computer…

“Lord I don’t know what you’d do with out that thing. Didn’t I tell you that I invited the new neighbors over? No? Well then…they’ll be over in—” the doorbell interrupted her. She looked at me for a moment, her expression made it clear that she didn’t approve of what she saw. My black hair fell down a little past my shoulders I was wearing a gray tee-shirt and black jeans that were ripped and tattered at the very bottoms. My mother looked into my silver eyes for a moment and turned away still not happy with how the one daughter she had dressed like her other sons.

She opened the door with a large smile her pink lipstick barely matched the other make-up that she had packed on but she looked okay all together.

“Hi, I’m Merideth, welcome to the neighborhood,” She flashed her perfect tooth smile, “This is my daughter Lacy,” she gestured to me and I tried to smile but I could tell I didn’t succeed. Finally I processed who these “new neighbors” were. The vampires.

One’s dark eyes gazed at me for a long moment as if taking in my appearance then looked back at his family.

“Hey, Lace, mind telling me where you put the controllers...?” He looked at me with begging eyes and then looked at the people standing in the door way.

My mother cleared her throat and forced a tight smile, “Excuse him, this is my bad mannered son, Daniel,” Danny grimaced at his name then looked at me hopefully.

“You totally owe me,” I lifted to my tips of my toes and whispered the location of the lost video game controllers, “Upstairs, in moms shoe box under the bed.” He nodded and patted my back, “Good Lexxi. Later mom, later strangers.”

“Lace, their grounded that’s why I took the controllers away,” she hissed then remembered that the new family still was there, “I’m sorry right this way, dinner will be served shortly. Lacy go change!” I looked at her for a moment like she was just joking, “Lacy Hart you get upstairs and make yourself presentable!”

Right, sorry mom, that your daughter isn’t the complete angel that you want her to be. But no she is just some little brat that likes to have a mind of her own and doesn’t waste herself on her appearance.

“Fine.” I hissed and strode upstairs, I heard a snicker come from one of the one boy that had looked at me earlier but I pushed it aside.

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Everything went okay I suppose, like I made a little conversation—against my will, of course—with the one girl from the family and as it turns out we have a lot in common. She is the only daughter with three brothers two older and one younger. And I finally got all of their names down too.

The girl had red hair, she was taller then me and was seventeen, her name was Sydney and she has a love for singing. She didn’t show her talent nor did I ask her to. She asked a little about me, like if I liked to have older brothers, and the answer was so easy we both answered at the same time, “No”.

The boy who looked at me from time to time…more or less most of the night, his name was Derek. He was quiet and kept to himself more then a normal person would. More then a person who couldn’t talk would. He had dark brown hair, falling into his face. At that moment he cast me a long glance I allowed my eyes to meet his, his face was expressionless. I looked away picking up my plate and clearing my thoughts. I entered the kitchen and heard the slight bicker of Danny and Max. Once I step into the kitchen my body halts, I hear my blood pulsing through my body and my head begins to ache my thoughts stop and I’m trying to hold on to something, anything before I know better I have gripped my knife so hard that I have now punctured my skin, the blood begins to flow from me the next thing I hear is my plate clatter to the ground the shards of glass go flying everywhere and I’m the next thing to hit the ground.

Like light surging through you

Your eyes bestow the truth

It lies within only to be awaken

By the fear of what could be taken.

Don’t run don’t scream,

Let it take you whole,

Once you understand your darkness

Your life isn’t as meaningless as it seems.

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