Pure Blood

By: Danielle J. (Sexy Vampire Princess) & Anisah M.

Chapter Three

A large sports bag filled with old newspaper and a list of deliveries Anisah had to make. Each baby bottle of potion, herb, or tea is labeled and prepared to go to her customers. Most of her customers are wizards, witches, leprechaun’s, but her big one is a old woman who owns a tea shop. And after a run around Queen’s Village she would call the station to see on how things are going.

Leaving her apartment at the keeper of her son, under lock and key, she walked into the hallway with her running sneakers and her large sports bag. The list of names and addresses are on the paper she carried in her jean jacket pocket, next to her cell phone and ipod. First stop is to her warlock friend who lived right down the hall from her.

With her sneakers echoing through the ocean green hallway as she walked to his door and knock. “Anisah.” she announced her name and heard the door unlock by itself. She leaned on the wall and watched the door fully open to reveal a handsome and young man. “Good morning, Mr. Collins.”

“Mathew, Anisah, call me by my first name.” he smiled with his white smile, pink lips, and fair pale skin. He leaned against his wall wearing his brown bathrobe and wet body. His slit hairy muscular chest, short brown hair, and deep brown eyes covered in water. “And a good morning to you too, Anisah Musique.”

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t rush you out of the shower.” she smiled and reached into her bag to grab a rectangular box which contained Sage.

“Not at all. And if you like, you can come and join me.”

“I rather not, thank you.” she hold the box in her arms and wait for him to give the cash.

He goes into his robe pocket and took out three dollars. “Here you are.” He watched her take the money and give him the box. “Say, have you seen the news lately?”

“Of course.” a large sigh escaped between her lips.

“The vampire queen is taking a big step by doing this. Brave too.”

“Letting the world know about the world best kept secrets.”

“Yes, and now I must wonder. What will happen a few months from now? Would the Lycan be tested on? Would the magic spells and potions will be limited? Would all magical beings will be safe from the government? Who’d the world turn into a large pandemonium place for us all?”

“A say the government would pass a Law to keep the normal people safe. The Lycan’s would be treated like dogs and wild animals. And I say magic beings will fight back and they will be a pandemonium world.” she answered with her head down and thinking what her sister has done.

“Magic has with human nature since time itself has started, so the government shouldn’t go against it. This is American after all. Freedom of speech and religion comes with the gas and water bill.”

“We will see.” she stepped back then paused. “Mathew, will you be home all day?”

“Certainly, I have spells and potions to make.” he ran his hand through his hair and look at her apartment door. “And yes, I will look after your pup and young wizard.”

“Thank you, Mathew.”

“Anything for my best student.” he refereed to Michael since Mathew is under his wing with wizardry. “And for my best herb saleswoman.”

“Thank you again, Mathew. I will be back in three hours.” she backed away from his door and head walk down the hallway with a smile with the echo of Mathew’s door closed shut coming from behind her. She went to the silver elevator to head downstairs and press the down arrow. The elevator came with in three minutes and when she got on it, it was empty. She should have taken the stairs since she’s going down one floor. She had a large order of the witch downstairs. The witch had training teenage witches so they are in need of fresh herbs. They could go to the super market to get herbs, but they would never be fresh likes hers.

What is she planning? Finally letting the world we exist or finally start war on the humans? Alvia, why are you doing this? She yelled inside her head as she looked down at the black carpet of the elevator which used to be ruby red. It smelt like urine covered with bleach and just the bleach itself would cause someone to cough. The door of the elevator opened, she stepped out, and head over to apartment 4C.

Anisah rung the door bell and a little girl opened the door with money in her hand. She greeted Anisah with a smile, hold out the money, and exchanged it for three bottles of crushed Mint. Then, she went to the next floor and gave all her customers there orders, making three hundred dollars on her birthday. They are tons of people who love her fresh tea making skills and healing medicine. Her mother and all the generations she lived through taught her how to make special substance with herbs.

Walking out of the old on the inside and new on the outside apartment building and started to walk to the Braddock Ave to catch the Q1 to Hillside Ave at 215 street. She had to get to the city to check out the office, but before that she needed to see a relative about all this. She had to see her cousin Nora at a time like this. Since Danielle and Kyla abandoned her she had to see family for her birthday. Normally, she would have taken Michael with her but he needed rest and taking him to the city would drive her crazy. She knew Alvia would have loup-garou’s running around, trying to sniff her out, and force her against her will. They would kidnap her and maybe lock her inside a coffin until sunset. It happened once when she was a little girl.

It was around the early eighteen hundreds when the Haitian revolution was going on in Saint-Domingue, now Haiti, one of the French colony. Her father owned a large plantation with a large country mansion with a garden all around besides being at the car port. It was a party that night for her sister and not for her, even though they were twins. Anisah was with her mother on the high balcony in the ballroom. Only the servants were allowed up here and that night she played the servant. Her father dressed her up in a white French dress, shoulder length white gloves, and a white cloth to wrap her whole head with no black skin showing. Not even her eyes can be seen, but she can see.

The ballroom floor was a tufted aubusson rug with a classic design in rich red and amber hues is tufted in wool. It also had a stage where her older sister sat in a sleek leather in red covers with a frame that had a dark finish with golden highlights and nail head trim tufted loveseat. Behind her and along the sides of the steps were large wrapped gifts. Her sister’s dress was beautiful for a black dress with red ribbons on it. Her hair were in french curls with a large ribbon holding it into a high pony tail. She was beautiful.

In the middle of the room there is one large black chandelier with a few candles lit. The moon comes in through a window to lit up the dance floor. The musicians play there instruments softly on a high balcony underneath the servants balcony.

“Happy birthday, Anisah.” her mother whispers in her ear with a smile and then place a kiss against her covered kiss.

“…” Anisah smiled underneath her cover then look at her beautiful slave mother. Her name was Yolande, four nine, her fussy and puffy brown long hair is in a low pony tail, her dark chocolate skin, and beautiful hazel eyes. Looking into her mother eyes made everything seemed safe and all right. Like nothing can harm her, nothing. “Thank you, mother.”

“Why don’t you go down and join the party? It’s your birthday, too?” her voice was warm, soft, and gentle.

“Indeed, but no one knows by you, father, and Alvia.”

“What about your music teacher, Lord Ferdinand? Didn’t you tell him?”

“I have during my piano lesson the other night. He just gave me a smile about it as if I was lying. Besides, he can’t even see who I am or truly desire to teach me. He seemed awfully raged when father told him to teach me. He said he would do it with payment, therefore mother, he didn’t want to teach me in the first place. I can’t blame him for not wanting to teach me for free, being the vampire king in all. He’s full of himself.” she spoke fluently.

The party continued with Anisah on the balcony listening to music down below. She didn’t receive a gift or a greeting from anyone besides her mother, but she was happy to hear the music. Along with her mother, music helped her dream, and felt like no one can harm her. She watched through her clothe as people dance with each other and her sister dancing with her father, again. She never had the opportunity to dance with her father and she envied Alvia.

A half an hour before sunrise, Anisah finally came down from the servants balcony with the fabric on her face damp from crying. Watching her sister receive it all, gifts, attention, excitement, and love from her father. She couldn’t bare to see her sister happy. She retired to her room.

Anisah’s room was the only place she was shown she was loyalty. But, it was really her and Alvia’s room. It was a white and gold room with tons of toys, dolls, tea sets, paintings, and two canopy beds. Anisah entered the room, sat down on her golden blanket queen size bed, and started to unwrap her head. With the wrap off, she can feel the warm air against her cheeks and her eyes seeing true beauty. Her long and wavy brown and black hair falls down to the end of her butt and take off her gloves. She went over to her white dresser with golden edges for her brush and started to brush her hair.

She started to hum as she looked around the room at the toys to her bed to noticed a gift on her back.

“Crazy girl, can’t even…” she looked at the name tag and saw her name inside of Alvia. The wrapping paper was white with silver music notes. A smile appeared upon her face as she placed her brush down and started to open her gift like a dog trying to dig up its bone.

“Anisah, wasn’t tonight just wonderful!” her sister busted inside the room, close the door behind her, and laugh as if she was drunk. Both of them are still young to drink and there father would never allow it.

Anisah paid no attention to her sister as she walked over to the bed to watch her open her gift. When the wrapping paper was off, it appeared to be a violin case, and when she opened to beautiful red violin. She picked up the violin and exam and admire its craftsmanship. It was beautiful and it had her name crafter on the back.

“What a retched gift to give to a girl! Who gave that to you?” Her sister demand an look for a card. She found it and read, “King Nikolos Ferdinand,” she gaped and look at her sister. “From the king himself, Anisah. I didn’t even get a gift from him.”

“I told him it was my birthday the other night, Alvia. He seemed quite hateful about it. I didn’t expect a gift from him. It makes me happy.” she looked at the violin and hold it as if a mother would her baby.

“Anisah, let‘s go thank him!” Alvia snatched it out of her hand and started running through the house smiling and giggling.

Anisah ran after her without even thinking to cover up. Lifting her dress up from the floor and running after her sister.

“Catch me if you can, Anisah!” her sister yelled back to her then laugh as she turned a corner to head downstairs.

Running passed servants who jump out of the two way. Every vampire at the party was staying down in the basement in there coffins. Anisah and Alvia had there own personal room. Racing after her older sister in zigzag’s was not easy in a dress but both seemed to manage.

“Alvia,” Anisah yelled and watch her sister enter and closed the doors to the ballroom. “Give me back my violin!” she charged through the double doors to enter a room with a few candle light. She crashed into her sister and manage to safe the violin.

Alvia laugh and get up her feet then offer her hand to her little sister. “I’m sorry Anisah.”

Anisah looked at her hand, take it, and rise to her feet. “Why did you do that? You could have broken it!” she checked if the violin was scratched and found nothing.

“Anisah, Alvia!” her father’s voice echoed through the ballroom and both girls turned to see there ranging father. His eyes were the color of blood and black curly hair fluffed around his head. They were suppose to be in there coffin’s by this time, that’s why they he was mad. His eyes wondered from Alvia to Anisah. He noticed she wasn’t covering her skin and his eyes glowed a darker red. “Anisah, where-”

“Anisah,” her music instructor and vampire king echoed through the room. She turned around to the stage where Alvia sat earlier to see him. He was wearing a black tuxedo with his wavy black hair tired up by a black ribbon, and his crystal blue eyes watch her with confusion. He stepped down to the ballroom floor and appear in front of Anisah. “Y-you’re a slave?”

“No, your majesty, she‘s my younger twin sister, Anisah Blanche-Rose.” Alvia took Anisah’s arm and smile at her. Alvia’s smiled slowly disappeared when she saw a tear run down her little sisters face. “Anisah, are you all right?”

Anisah’s heart painfully echoed throughout her body. Her teacher who talked and listen to her play said she was a slave. A black person is considered a slave around here, even with the Haiti revolution taken place now. His statues is high and being called a ‘slave’ was the greatest insult. The way he looked at her, it wasn’t disgrace, but shocked and confused. “I’m sorry I’m not the Anisah you were expecting, your majesty.” Tears fell down her cheek as she looked at him in the eyes with the violin dropping to the floor, kersey’s, and ran outside into the almost sunrise.

“Anisah, stop! You’ll die out there!” Alvia yelled, about to run after her but her father took her shoulder. “Father, no, let me go and save my sister! She’ll burn! Anisah! Anisah!”

Anisah heard her sister behind her as she ran through her father’s garden, passing all the field slaves. Running toward the sunlight without caring if she would get burnt and die. The king was her teacher, music teacher, and the person who would listen to her. In her heart she can say she loved him, but now her love is broken. He saw her face, her skin, and the way he looked at her brought pain to her chest and tears to her eyes.

I’ll be doing father a favor by doing this. He never loved me anyway. I’m better off dead. The truth was she didn’t want to die but to be excepted. But, if her own father won’t except her, why would any other white man. She brought disgrace and shame to her father by the way she looked. He won’t come after her. She knew he wouldn’t.

Running down the dusty and dirty road she ran nonstop. Bounty Hunters or slave traders were up at this time to collect run away slaves. And since the Haitian Revolution is taking place, running away slaves would be put to dead without hesitation. But, she wasn’t slave.

Anisah ran off the road into a deep and dirty swamp where the muddy water stopped at her chest. Her beautiful white dress and hair was no more beautiful. Walking and climbing over broken trees underneath her foot. The swamps bottom was thick and hard to swim in. It made her body tired, so she found a dead tree to grab and left her out of the water. She held on with her weak arms and small hands against the fungus covered tree. Her feet standing on the trees revealing roots and her arms giving the tree a hug. Her clean face was now stained with mud, the trees fungus, and tears.

Sunrise had come and the sun’s rays try to sneak through the swamp. One ray snuck against her tree, less then a feet away from her face. This was the first time she saw the sun and it was beautiful and warm. Beautiful but also deadly to her skin. Her face started to tingle and burn as it shined half way on her face. A normal vampire would have dropped dead once the sun came. The sun made vampires go back to there coffin graves to truly be dead. The flesh won’t rotten but it would turn ice cold and the heart which is fueled by human blood would stop. Anisah and Alvia are half vampires which made them feel drowsy and weak and there hearts would beat five times or less.

The sun rays. She released one arm from around the tree and try to touch the sun, but her body fell. She was heavy and weak. She closed her eyes and prepared to go into her swamp grave. But, her body never touched the water, it touched a thick black blanket which was held by one of her father’s men, a loup-garou. With her back against the blanket the loup-garou mummified her body tightly. Anisah’s body gave out and she fell asleep.

The loup-garou took her out of swamp, howl to notify everyone she was found, and carried her body quickly back to the mansion. They were ordered to place her inside her coffin under lock and key in the dungeon. They chained her coffin and locked it with five locks so she won’t make the attempt to escape again. For days and weeks she stayed in there without yelling or screaming, but crying. No one talked to her or touched the coffin while she was alive. The slaves didn’t feed her which made her grow a little weaker, but her body never changed skinny like it was suppose to.

After the first week of June, her mother and sister came to her coffin to let her out. Alvia broke the locks and Yolande unwrapped Anisah’s reeking body.

“To his own child.” Yolande looked at her little girl’s face with tears in her eyes. Anisah’s body looked like she did the night of her birthday, but with a dirty dress. Looking at her body made her sister cry for joy that the found her. “Why did father do this? Will she be all right, mother?”

“She needs to be fed, Alvia. Did you prepare the blood bath like I’ve ordered, Alvia?” ignoring her daughter’s question.

“Yes, mother.” she replied nodding her head.

“Hold on, Anisah. Where going to take care of you.” she touched Anisah’s cheek bone then place a kiss on her forehead.

Anisah didn’t have the strength to open her eyes, but she can smell her mother’s blood and sense her twin connection with her sister.

Her and her mother snuck her around the mansion to took her to her blood bath that was prepared before all of this. Alvia and her mother planned to do this the other night when a servant found Anisah’s coffin in the dungeon. Every time Alvia asked her father where her sister was and he told her ‘under lock and key where she will never run away again.’ In the past weeks, as Anisah grew weak and thinner, Alvia had been feeling weak and drinking more blood then usual. As twins, Alvia was feeling for two and felt a connection with her sister. She felt her sisters hatred and sadness every time she awaked for the night. It made Alvia go crazy and fill into blood lust. She killed servants and people when she wasn’t hungry or had a reason to kill them. She always felt Anisah’s connection and it drove her mad that she couldn’t be close to her.

The blood was fresh and warm. First, they stripped her naked, washed her body with soap and water, and placed her inside the tub. Alvia got inside the tub to help her sister from sneaking down to the bottom. And when Anisah regained her strength she bit her sister and almost drained her of her pain and craziness she caused.

After that her father found out what happened, he whipped her Yolande and slapped her Alvia. And Anisah was forced to be by her father’s side since that horrible day. She was still wrapped in her head cover. And she hasn’t been able to leave the house or see her music teacher, King Nikolos Ferdinand.

Anisah opened her tearful eyes and look at the passing buildings on Hillside Ave. Her elbows sitting on her knees, half empty sport’s bag sitting in the empty seat on the side of her, and feeling the air from the window blowing against her skin. She went in her bag, ripped a piece of old newspaper, and used it as a naked to clean her face.

What will do when I see my father? Just thinking about seeing his face makes me angry.

She signed and look down the bus route she missed her stop. She was still near her cousin’s house, but now she had to walk back a couple of blocks. She sat up in her hard blue seat and press the Stop button. Resting her elbows on her knees she looked around on the bus and found the usual. Someone reading a newspaper and teenagers in the back making noises. Leaning her back against the seat as the bus stopped at a red light, she looked out the window to look at Hillside busy streets. What should I do today? It’s my birthday and I should so something fun. But how can I do something fun if my friends abandon me? A loud and heavy sigh escaped her lips as the bus continue down the road, then stopped at her requested stop. She got off the bus started to walk back up Hillside; the boys in the back got off also and walked a few feet’s behind her.

She put in her ipod to tone the boys out and took out her orders sheet. She finished her small ones, and now needed to go to her large customers. One was Old man Jon Willow who owned a small magic shop in his apartment on Spencer avenue. Although his shop is on the opposite of her cousin’s house, she’s going to stop there first.

…(Space)…

Arriving at Old man Jon Willow’s apartment she noticed news camera’s in front of his door with the sign ’For Free’ on top of them. News camera’s such as ABC7, NY1, Fox5, and NBC.

“News camera’s?” She looked at the shops door then at the camera’s to try to figure out what was going on. Where are the news reports?

She picked up the sign and open the door to a dark shop with only candles as its light source. It smelt of peppermint mixed with a mold. With the dark and gloomy atmosphere the walls were neither white or brown. Against the walls were shelves of large jars, books, talismans, ruins, and potion animals parts. Walking against the squeaky wooden floor along the single aisle to the front desk where a old man with pure white shoulder length hair and beard. He didn’t even look up to see who came in, he just stared down to an open book.

“Master Willow, what’s this sign about? Where did you do with the news reporters?” Anisah stopped in front of the desk, wave the sign in front of him for a brief moment, and then watch him continuing his work. “Master?”

Still no respond from him. She dropped the sign on the desk and look at the old man work. “I have your herbs.”

“Here.” his old and wrinkle hands slides money from under him to her. “You know where to put the herbs, Anisah.”

“Your not going to answer my question, are you?”

“Find and you’ll shall seek.” he mumbled.

She sucked her teeth and walked over to an alphabetical order herb shelf and placed her jars on the shelf. “Master,” she looked at him to find an reaction, nothing. “Why do you have to make things so complicated.”

“Life is complicated, my dear. It had become more complicated since last night.”

“Oh, right.” She leaned on a shelf and look around the shop for anything new, but nothing. Old man Jon Willow had nothing new to sell. Besides, she had a closet full of talismans and knew how to make ruins on her own now.

Anisah is part sorceress and part witch so her magic deals with both sides. As half witch her magic came to her naturally as a child and as a sorceress she used magic using talismans and ruins.

“Meow…” Widow started to meow and hiss, his cat, running across the floor as if chasing something.

Anisah investigated and saw an old black cat with green eyes chasing after a group of rates. He never had rats in his house before. One rat has an elbow NBC News sign on its back

“No you didn’t.” The rats Widow was chasing were actually the reporters. And if Widow pounce on them they will be dead and gone.

“They were such a pest, so I treated them like they were pest.” he spoke again.

“You shouldn’t do this to humans, Master.” she used her powers to cage all the rats on the floor and Widow slammed her face against the cage. “Sorry, Widow, but no food this time.”

Widow looked at her hard with her glowing green eyes as if glaring at her. The, she turned away and started to stick her paws through the cage.

“They were at your door step? Why?”

“I’m a magical being, they asked me if I ever flew on a broom and other nonsense.”

“How do they know about you? No offense, but not a lot of people knows about this store.” she walked over to the cage and left it up. “I’m going to take them and there equipment with me. I’ll be back.” She left the store with Widow following after her, hoping for a free meal.

Chapter Three

A large sports bag filled with old newspaper and a list of deliveries Anisah had to make. Each baby bottle of potion, herb, or tea is labeled and prepared to go to her customers. Most of her customers are wizards, witches, leprechaun’s, but her big one is a old woman who owns a tea shop. And after a run around Queen’s Village she would call the station to see on how things are going.

Leaving her apartment at the keeper of her son, under lock and key, she walked into the hallway with her running sneakers and her large sports bag. The list of names and addresses are on the paper she carried in her jean jacket pocket, next to her cell phone and ipod. First stop is to her warlock friend who lived right down the hall from her.

With her sneakers echoing through the ocean green hallway as she walked to his door and knock. “Anisah.” she announced her name and heard the door unlock by itself. She leaned on the wall and watched the door fully open to reveal a handsome and young man. “Good morning, Mr. Collins.”

“Mathew, Anisah, call me by my first name.” he smiled with his white smile, pink lips, and fair pale skin. He leaned against his wall wearing his brown bathrobe and wet body. His slit hairy muscular chest, short brown hair, and deep brown eyes covered in water. “And a good morning to you too, Anisah Musique.”

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t rush you out of the shower.” she smiled and reached into her bag to grab a rectangular box which contained Sage.

“Not at all. And if you like, you can come and join me.”

“I rather not, thank you.” she hold the box in her arms and wait for him to give the cash.

He goes into his robe pocket and took out three dollars. “Here you are.” He watched her take the money and give him the box. “Say, have you seen the news lately?”

“Of course.” a large sigh escaped between her lips.

“The vampire queen is taking a big step by doing this. Brave too.”

“Letting the world know about the world best kept secrets.”

“Yes, and now I must wonder. What will happen a few months from now? Would the Lycan be tested on? Would the magic spells and potions will be limited? Would all magical beings will be safe from the government? Who’d the world turn into a large pandemonium place for us all?”

“A say the government would pass a Law to keep the normal people safe. The Lycan’s would be treated like dogs and wild animals. And I say magic beings will fight back and they will be a pandemonium world.” she answered with her head down and thinking what her sister has done.

“Magic has with human nature since time itself has started, so the government shouldn’t go against it. This is American after all. Freedom of speech and religion comes with the gas and water bill.”

“We will see.” she stepped back then paused. “Mathew, will you be home all day?”

“Certainly, I have spells and potions to make.” he ran his hand through his hair and look at her apartment door. “And yes, I will look after your pup and young wizard.”

“Thank you, Mathew.”

“Anything for my best student.” he refereed to Michael since Mathew is under his wing with wizardry. “And for my best herb saleswoman.”

“Thank you again, Mathew. I will be back in three hours.” she backed away from his door and head walk down the hallway with a smile with the echo of Mathew’s door closed shut coming from behind her. She went to the silver elevator to head downstairs and press the down arrow. The elevator came with in three minutes and when she got on it, it was empty. She should have taken the stairs since she’s going down one floor. She had a large order of the witch downstairs. The witch had training teenage witches so they are in need of fresh herbs. They could go to the super market to get herbs, but they would never be fresh likes hers.

What is she planning? Finally letting the world we exist or finally start war on the humans? Alvia, why are you doing this? She yelled inside her head as she looked down at the black carpet of the elevator which used to be ruby red. It smelt like urine covered with bleach and just the bleach itself would cause someone to cough. The door of the elevator opened, she stepped out, and head over to apartment 4C.

Anisah rung the door bell and a little girl opened the door with money in her hand. She greeted Anisah with a smile, hold out the money, and exchanged it for three bottles of crushed Mint. Then, she went to the next floor and gave all her customers there orders, making three hundred dollars on her birthday. They are tons of people who love her fresh tea making skills and healing medicine. Her mother and all the generations she lived through taught her how to make special substance with herbs.

Walking out of the old on the inside and new on the outside apartment building and started to walk to the Braddock Ave to catch the Q1 to Hillside Ave at 215 street. She had to get to the city to check out the office, but before that she needed to see a relative about all this. She had to see her cousin Nora at a time like this. Since Danielle and Kyla abandoned her she had to see family for her birthday. Normally, she would have taken Michael with her but he needed rest and taking him to the city would drive her crazy. She knew Alvia would have loup-garou’s running around, trying to sniff her out, and force her against her will. They would kidnap her and maybe lock her inside a coffin until sunset. It happened once when she was a little girl.

It was around the early eighteen hundreds when the Haitian revolution was going on in Saint-Domingue, now Haiti, one of the French colony. Her father owned a large plantation with a large country mansion with a garden all around besides being at the car port. It was a party that night for her sister and not for her, even though they were twins. Anisah was with her mother on the high balcony in the ballroom. Only the servants were allowed up here and that night she played the servant. Her father dressed her up in a white French dress, shoulder length white gloves, and a white cloth to wrap her whole head with no black skin showing. Not even her eyes can be seen, but she can see.

The ballroom floor was a tufted aubusson rug with a classic design in rich red and amber hues is tufted in wool. It also had a stage where her older sister sat in a sleek leather in red covers with a frame that had a dark finish with golden highlights and nail head trim tufted loveseat. Behind her and along the sides of the steps were large wrapped gifts. Her sister’s dress was beautiful for a black dress with red ribbons on it. Her hair were in french curls with a large ribbon holding it into a high pony tail. She was beautiful.

In the middle of the room there is one large black chandelier with a few candles lit. The moon comes in through a window to lit up the dance floor. The musicians play there instruments softly on a high balcony underneath the servants balcony.

“Happy birthday, Anisah.” her mother whispers in her ear with a smile and then place a kiss against her covered kiss.

“…” Anisah smiled underneath her cover then look at her beautiful slave mother. Her name was Yolande, four nine, her fussy and puffy brown long hair is in a low pony tail, her dark chocolate skin, and beautiful hazel eyes. Looking into her mother eyes made everything seemed safe and all right. Like nothing can harm her, nothing. “Thank you, mother.”

“Why don’t you go down and join the party? It’s your birthday, too?” her voice was warm, soft, and gentle.

“Indeed, but no one knows by you, father, and Alvia.”

“What about your music teacher, Lord Ferdinand? Didn’t you tell him?”

“I have during my piano lesson the other night. He just gave me a smile about it as if I was lying. Besides, he can’t even see who I am or truly desire to teach me. He seemed awfully raged when father told him to teach me. He said he would do it with payment, therefore mother, he didn’t want to teach me in the first place. I can’t blame him for not wanting to teach me for free, being the vampire king in all. He’s full of himself.” she spoke fluently.

The party continued with Anisah on the balcony listening to music down below. She didn’t receive a gift or a greeting from anyone besides her mother, but she was happy to hear the music. Along with her mother, music helped her dream, and felt like no one can harm her. She watched through her clothe as people dance with each other and her sister dancing with her father, again. She never had the opportunity to dance with her father and she envied Alvia.

A half an hour before sunrise, Anisah finally came down from the servants balcony with the fabric on her face damp from crying. Watching her sister receive it all, gifts, attention, excitement, and love from her father. She couldn’t bare to see her sister happy. She retired to her room.

Anisah’s room was the only place she was shown she was loyalty. But, it was really her and Alvia’s room. It was a white and gold room with tons of toys, dolls, tea sets, paintings, and two canopy beds. Anisah entered the room, sat down on her golden blanket queen size bed, and started to unwrap her head. With the wrap off, she can feel the warm air against her cheeks and her eyes seeing true beauty. Her long and wavy brown and black hair falls down to the end of her butt and take off her gloves. She went over to her white dresser with golden edges for her brush and started to brush her hair.

She started to hum as she looked around the room at the toys to her bed to noticed a gift on her back.

“Crazy girl, can’t even…” she looked at the name tag and saw her name inside of Alvia. The wrapping paper was white with silver music notes. A smile appeared upon her face as she placed her brush down and started to open her gift like a dog trying to dig up its bone.

“Anisah, wasn’t tonight just wonderful!” her sister busted inside the room, close the door behind her, and laugh as if she was drunk. Both of them are still young to drink and there father would never allow it.

Anisah paid no attention to her sister as she walked over to the bed to watch her open her gift. When the wrapping paper was off, it appeared to be a violin case, and when she opened to beautiful red violin. She picked up the violin and exam and admire its craftsmanship. It was beautiful and it had her name crafter on the back.

“What a retched gift to give to a girl! Who gave that to you?” Her sister demand an look for a card. She found it and read, “King Nikolos Ferdinand,” she gaped and look at her sister. “From the king himself, Anisah. I didn’t even get a gift from him.”

“I told him it was my birthday the other night, Alvia. He seemed quite hateful about it. I didn’t expect a gift from him. It makes me happy.” she looked at the violin and hold it as if a mother would her baby.

“Anisah, let‘s go thank him!” Alvia snatched it out of her hand and started running through the house smiling and giggling.

Anisah ran after her without even thinking to cover up. Lifting her dress up from the floor and running after her sister.

“Catch me if you can, Anisah!” her sister yelled back to her then laugh as she turned a corner to head downstairs.

Running passed servants who jump out of the two way. Every vampire at the party was staying down in the basement in there coffins. Anisah and Alvia had there own personal room. Racing after her older sister in zigzag’s was not easy in a dress but both seemed to manage.

“Alvia,” Anisah yelled and watch her sister enter and closed the doors to the ballroom. “Give me back my violin!” she charged through the double doors to enter a room with a few candle light. She crashed into her sister and manage to safe the violin.

Alvia laugh and get up her feet then offer her hand to her little sister. “I’m sorry Anisah.”

Anisah looked at her hand, take it, and rise to her feet. “Why did you do that? You could have broken it!” she checked if the violin was scratched and found nothing.

“Anisah, Alvia!” her father’s voice echoed through the ballroom and both girls turned to see there ranging father. His eyes were the color of blood and black curly hair fluffed around his head. They were suppose to be in there coffin’s by this time, that’s why they he was mad. His eyes wondered from Alvia to Anisah. He noticed she wasn’t covering her skin and his eyes glowed a darker red. “Anisah, where-”

“Anisah,” her music instructor and vampire king echoed through the room. She turned around to the stage where Alvia sat earlier to see him. He was wearing a black tuxedo with his wavy black hair tired up by a black ribbon, and his crystal blue eyes watch her with confusion. He stepped down to the ballroom floor and appear in front of Anisah. “Y-you’re a slave?”

“No, your majesty, she‘s my younger twin sister, Anisah Blanche-Rose.” Alvia took Anisah’s arm and smile at her. Alvia’s smiled slowly disappeared when she saw a tear run down her little sisters face. “Anisah, are you all right?”

Anisah’s heart painfully echoed throughout her body. Her teacher who talked and listen to her play said she was a slave. A black person is considered a slave around here, even with the Haiti revolution taken place now. His statues is high and being called a ‘slave’ was the greatest insult. The way he looked at her, it wasn’t disgrace, but shocked and confused. “I’m sorry I’m not the Anisah you were expecting, your majesty.” Tears fell down her cheek as she looked at him in the eyes with the violin dropping to the floor, kersey’s, and ran outside into the almost sunrise.

“Anisah, stop! You’ll die out there!” Alvia yelled, about to run after her but her father took her shoulder. “Father, no, let me go and save my sister! She’ll burn! Anisah! Anisah!”

Anisah heard her sister behind her as she ran through her father’s garden, passing all the field slaves. Running toward the sunlight without caring if she would get burnt and die. The king was her teacher, music teacher, and the person who would listen to her. In her heart she can say she loved him, but now her love is broken. He saw her face, her skin, and the way he looked at her brought pain to her chest and tears to her eyes.

I’ll be doing father a favor by doing this. He never loved me anyway. I’m better off dead. The truth was she didn’t want to die but to be excepted. But, if her own father won’t except her, why would any other white man. She brought disgrace and shame to her father by the way she looked. He won’t come after her. She knew he wouldn’t.

Running down the dusty and dirty road she ran nonstop. Bounty Hunters or slave traders were up at this time to collect run away slaves. And since the Haitian Revolution is taking place, running away slaves would be put to dead without hesitation. But, she wasn’t slave.

Anisah ran off the road into a deep and dirty swamp where the muddy water stopped at her chest. Her beautiful white dress and hair was no more beautiful. Walking and climbing over broken trees underneath her foot. The swamps bottom was thick and hard to swim in. It made her body tired, so she found a dead tree to grab and left her out of the water. She held on with her weak arms and small hands against the fungus covered tree. Her feet standing on the trees revealing roots and her arms giving the tree a hug. Her clean face was now stained with mud, the trees fungus, and tears.

Sunrise had come and the sun’s rays try to sneak through the swamp. One ray snuck against her tree, less then a feet away from her face. This was the first time she saw the sun and it was beautiful and warm. Beautiful but also deadly to her skin. Her face started to tingle and burn as it shined half way on her face. A normal vampire would have dropped dead once the sun came. The sun made vampires go back to there coffin graves to truly be dead. The flesh won’t rotten but it would turn ice cold and the heart which is fueled by human blood would stop. Anisah and Alvia are half vampires which made them feel drowsy and weak and there hearts would beat five times or less.

The sun rays. She released one arm from around the tree and try to touch the sun, but her body fell. She was heavy and weak. She closed her eyes and prepared to go into her swamp grave. But, her body never touched the water, it touched a thick black blanket which was held by one of her father’s men, a loup-garou. With her back against the blanket the loup-garou mummified her body tightly. Anisah’s body gave out and she fell asleep.

The loup-garou took her out of swamp, howl to notify everyone she was found, and carried her body quickly back to the mansion. They were ordered to place her inside her coffin under lock and key in the dungeon. They chained her coffin and locked it with five locks so she won’t make the attempt to escape again. For days and weeks she stayed in there without yelling or screaming, but crying. No one talked to her or touched the coffin while she was alive. The slaves didn’t feed her which made her grow a little weaker, but her body never changed skinny like it was suppose to.

After the first week of June, her mother and sister came to her coffin to let her out. Alvia broke the locks and Yolande unwrapped Anisah’s reeking body.

“To his own child.” Yolande looked at her little girl’s face with tears in her eyes. Anisah’s body looked like she did the night of her birthday, but with a dirty dress. Looking at her body made her sister cry for joy that the found her. “Why did father do this? Will she be all right, mother?”

“She needs to be fed, Alvia. Did you prepare the blood bath like I’ve ordered, Alvia?” ignoring her daughter’s question.

“Yes, mother.” she replied nodding her head.

“Hold on, Anisah. Where going to take care of you.” she touched Anisah’s cheek bone then place a kiss on her forehead.

Anisah didn’t have the strength to open her eyes, but she can smell her mother’s blood and sense her twin connection with her sister.

Her and her mother snuck her around the mansion to took her to her blood bath that was prepared before all of this. Alvia and her mother planned to do this the other night when a servant found Anisah’s coffin in the dungeon. Every time Alvia asked her father where her sister was and he told her ‘under lock and key where she will never run away again.’ In the past weeks, as Anisah grew weak and thinner, Alvia had been feeling weak and drinking more blood then usual. As twins, Alvia was feeling for two and felt a connection with her sister. She felt her sisters hatred and sadness every time she awaked for the night. It made Alvia go crazy and fill into blood lust. She killed servants and people when she wasn’t hungry or had a reason to kill them. She always felt Anisah’s connection and it drove her mad that she couldn’t be close to her.

The blood was fresh and warm. First, they stripped her naked, washed her body with soap and water, and placed her inside the tub. Alvia got inside the tub to help her sister from sneaking down to the bottom. And when Anisah regained her strength she bit her sister and almost drained her of her pain and craziness she caused.

After that her father found out what happened, he whipped her Yolande and slapped her Alvia. And Anisah was forced to be by her father’s side since that horrible day. She was still wrapped in her head cover. And she hasn’t been able to leave the house or see her music teacher, King Nikolos Ferdinand.

Anisah opened her tearful eyes and look at the passing buildings on Hillside Ave. Her elbows sitting on her knees, half empty sport’s bag sitting in the empty seat on the side of her, and feeling the air from the window blowing against her skin. She went in her bag, ripped a piece of old newspaper, and used it as a naked to clean her face.

What will do when I see my father? Just thinking about seeing his face makes me angry.

She signed and look down the bus route she missed her stop. She was still near her cousin’s house, but now she had to walk back a couple of blocks. She sat up in her hard blue seat and press the Stop button. Resting her elbows on her knees she looked around on the bus and found the usual. Someone reading a newspaper and teenagers in the back making noises. Leaning her back against the seat as the bus stopped at a red light, she looked out the window to look at Hillside busy streets. What should I do today? It’s my birthday and I should so something fun. But how can I do something fun if my friends abandon me? A loud and heavy sigh escaped her lips as the bus continue down the road, then stopped at her requested stop. She got off the bus started to walk back up Hillside; the boys in the back got off also and walked a few feet’s behind her.

She put in her ipod to tone the boys out and took out her orders sheet. She finished her small ones, and now needed to go to her large customers. One was Old man Jon Willow who owned a small magic shop in his apartment on Spencer avenue. Although his shop is on the opposite of her cousin’s house, she’s going to stop there first.

…(Space)…

Arriving at Old man Jon Willow’s apartment she noticed news camera’s in front of his door with the sign ’For Free’ on top of them. News camera’s such as ABC7, NY1, Fox5, and NBC.

“News camera’s?” She looked at the shops door then at the camera’s to try to figure out what was going on. Where are the news reports?

She picked up the sign and open the door to a dark shop with only candles as its light source. It smelt of peppermint mixed with a mold. With the dark and gloomy atmosphere the walls were neither white or brown. Against the walls were shelves of large jars, books, talismans, ruins, and potion animals parts. Walking against the squeaky wooden floor along the single aisle to the front desk where a old man with pure white shoulder length hair and beard. He didn’t even look up to see who came in, he just stared down to an open book.

“Master Willow, what’s this sign about? Where did you do with the news reporters?” Anisah stopped in front of the desk, wave the sign in front of him for a brief moment, and then watch him continuing his work. “Master?”

Still no respond from him. She dropped the sign on the desk and look at the old man work. “I have your herbs.”

“Here.” his old and wrinkle hands slides money from under him to her. “You know where to put the herbs, Anisah.”

“Your not going to answer my question, are you?”

“Find and you’ll shall seek.” he mumbled.

She sucked her teeth and walked over to an alphabetical order herb shelf and placed her jars on the shelf. “Master,” she looked at him to find an reaction, nothing. “Why do you have to make things so complicated.”

“Life is complicated, my dear. It had become more complicated since last night.”

“Oh, right.” She leaned on a shelf and look around the shop for anything new, but nothing. Old man Jon Willow had nothing new to sell. Besides, she had a closet full of talismans and knew how to make ruins on her own now.

Anisah is part sorceress and part witch so her magic deals with both sides. As half witch her magic came to her naturally as a child and as a sorceress she used magic using talismans and ruins.

“Meow…” Widow started to meow and hiss, his cat, running across the floor as if chasing something.

Anisah investigated and saw an old black cat with green eyes chasing after a group of rates. He never had rats in his house before. One rat has an elbow NBC News sign on its back

“No you didn’t.” The rats Widow was chasing were actually the reporters. And if Widow pounce on them they will be dead and gone.

“They were such a pest, so I treated them like they were pest.” he spoke again.

“You shouldn’t do this to humans, Master.” she used her powers to cage all the rats on the floor and Widow slammed her face against the cage. “Sorry, Widow, but no food this time.”

Widow looked at her hard with her glowing green eyes as if glaring at her. The, she turned away and started to stick her paws through the cage.

“They were at your door step? Why?”

“I’m a magical being, they asked me if I ever flew on a broom and other nonsense.”

“How do they know about you? No offense, but not a lot of people knows about this store.” she walked over to the cage and left it up. “I’m going to take them and there equipment with me. I’ll be back.” She left the store with Widow following after her, hoping for a free meal.