Random Vampire Thing

I'm hoping this gets posted. My last attempt had 'errors'. I was tired in my room, so I wrote this. It might not be very good, but… it's something I haven't tried before, so it's OK for me first attempt.

My name is Lunar Tears. At least, that's what I like to be called. It's my name now. My vampire name.
Vampire is just a terminology, though. I didn't want to be a vampire. I usually just say I'm immortal. But immortality comes at a price. And this is mine.
I had a friend. She experimented in science a lot. Not a great deal to say about her, the human memories fade away after time. But there is one memory a vampire will never forget, how they became a vampire. Everyone has a different way of becoming a vampire. They anger the Higher Power, something some may call God, in which they commit an act that is unnatural and going against His ways. The act must be unforgivable. Unforgettable, in our case. I can sense you asking what I did, in your mind, at the back of your head, a question gently gnawing away at your mind, even if you don't know it yet. 
I was just like you once. Well, not really. I was probably more educated. Richer. Stranger. But most of all, I had a desire for something more. Something different to the same routine, same house; same people. I wanted an adventure, I wanted power.
The friend I spoke about earlier gave a possible solution to this. She'd been reading some damned books and thought she'd figured out how to make the Elixir of Life. She wanted to test it out on me. I should have said no right then. But I was desperate. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Or something like that.
Anyway, Ali (her name, back then) made the Elixir. It took her three months to perfect, and exactly that amount of time for me to build up the courage.
The Elixir itself was a lilac colour. It soothed me, as lilac has always been my favourite colour, and it wasn't a sickly green or a puke-like yellow. It swirled around in the small tube it was contained in. It had a smooth texture, but when Ali poured it into a round glass, an inherited antique she kept a watchful eye on, it bubbled and fizzed and hissed at us. I reached my shaky hand out and kept a loose grip on the curse that was in that glass. I touched it to my lips, and took a small sip. It burned my tongue, but I forced more down my pleading throat. After I emptied the glass, I doubled over in coughing fits. That was when I saw the Light.
If I'm being completely honest with you, I thought I'd died. Who knows what Ali put in that damned mixture of hers? I trusted her with my life. And that is exactly what I lost.
The Light was God's messenger. Not exactly what you hear in the Christian Bible or the Torach. It told me I had committed an act that was unforgivable, that only Satan would redeem my sins. Bending the rules of life made me what I am. I didn't want to join the devil. There was only one other option for me. The Light also whispered me a secret. But you'll have to torture me a bit more for that.
So nobody bit me. No vampire seeked me out join them for eternity. No tragic love story. Just a tragic tale, of a girl with no direction choosing the wrong trail.
How old am I? Has your mother never told you it is rude to ask a woman her age? I suppose it makes a fair point I'm not technically a woman, but I am female and I do age. Fine, I'll say. The average woman lives to the age of eighty in this country. Multiply that by three, then add two, then divide that number by one-point-three-three-three-two. Then you might get a slight idea as to how old I am.
I forget that human minds aren't as sharp, but that's what all these years do to you...
I can't say what my powers are. The Higher Council will kill me. Oh, there are ways I can die. Of course, I won't tell you, but vampires make enemies of other vampires. So we naturally need ways to kill each other. That's what I've heard, anyway. I've only met one other vampire. A dying race, you see. More people are... Good, now, I guess you would say. Even with less people having faith in religion, they have morals. A surprise, as you can guess. 
Oh, you were asking me about the Higher Council. I forgot. Purely accidental, as I'm sure you'll believe. The Higher Council are exactly as they sound. A leadership of the oldest vampires history knows. Napoleon was a vamp. The Higher Council killed him in the end though, he was about to be exposed. His death was covered up with that cancer story. I have never met a member of the Higher Council, so don't bother asking. As far as I know, they're a legend, possibly invented by Edward or whoever he talked to. Edward is the vampire I've met. And sorry to disappoint any deranged Twilight fan girls out there, but Edward was a popular name in those times, so no, it was not Edward Cullen. I almost killed Edward… but  chose not to. I keep in contact with him sometimes, but not how you would expect. If you want to know about Edward, then all you need to know is that he's reckless. Oh, and for you humans, he drinks a hell of a lot of blood. I'm surprised he doesn't drown in it. Sometimes I wish he would…
I drink blood too, but not nearly as much. I have donors, and we have a schedule as to which one I drink from. They each want something in return, it differs for each person. Like Mike, he only wants a fulfilment in life. His mother never loved him, it touches my cold, unbeating heart. Or Liam, he needs dates for certain events he gets invited to in his high-society life.
Oh yes, every prey, I mean donor, is male. There is no dignity otherwise. You must lure them to give you blood, how else can you trust them? Us vampires have charm, and are indefinitely more beautiful than humans. Don't act like you have not been affected, Mr Stanley, remember I can read your mind. We have that affect on everyone, sometimes even each other…
The richer the catch, the better life, the sweeter the blood. It should have been Liam's turn tonight… oh, why can't he visit? And Mike shall be worrying, who knows what his mother has said this time?! Please Mr Stanley... John? Please? John…?
You're starving me, John. And I don't like it.

John Stanley stopped the recording and looked at the drained vampire in front of him. Her emerald green eyes glared at him, the same way they'd done for the past week, when they first captured and deprived her. The torturing methods had little impact on her, but she was weak. That recording was the first and only time she had cracked. But they needed more.
"That is very useful information you have given us, Lunar. But I'm afraid we need more."
Lunar's glare turned more vicious, and she snarled at Stanley.
"More? You want more? The full vampire history? It lasts all eternity! I live that long, but you don't." Lunar snapped her mouth shut, her eyes never leaving her torturer.
"It's not too much the history that we're interested in, Lunar, it's the future."
"I'll never say!" Lunar shrieked.
"Ah, but at least now we know you know something."
Lunar leaned back in her uncomfortable metal seat.
"Have I ever told you how vampires contact each other, Stanley? Hmm? They send out a psychic signal, that passes from one vampires mind, charges through the air, and to the other vampires mind."
"Thank you for that Lunar, but that's really not--"
"You think I told you that for your little plans?" Lunar interrupted, a chain of laughter coming from her lips. "No, Stanley, I just thought you would want an explanation."
From behind Lunar, bricks from the wall exploded inwards. A fog came in from the hallway, and a figure dressed all in black stepped in.  Lunar craned her neck around to see. A reassured smile crept upon her face when she saw the figure.
"Sorry Stanley, but I have other plans."
In a blur, the figure was beside Stanley and a pool of blood was flowing from Stanley's snapped neck and then decapitation.
"It'a about time," Lunar remarked, eyeing the blood tormenting her.
The figure strode behind Lunar, dropped down leaning on one knee, and whispered in her ear, his shaggy dark hair a similar shade to her own tickling the back of her neck.
"Qu'ont-ils fait pour vous, mon petit?" He spoke in a French accent.
"Été en France ces derniers temps, nous avons?" Lunar asked.
"Non! Belgique, en fait."
"Awww, can we stop now? You know I failed at French," Lunar whined.
Edward pulled at the restraints around Lunar's ankles and wrists and they tumbled off her. Lunar leaned her head against Edward's shoulder.
"Thank you," she whispered. Edward patted Lunar's head gently as the first tear Lunar shed for over one hundred years, rolled down her cheek.

Eventually, Lunar rose from her chair.
"I need blood," she exclaimed.
"You don't want Stanley here?"
"No, he'll be stale by now."
"It is such a waste of blood…" Edward desirably gasped.
"Well, you drink him then."
"No no, let's just go."
"Only if you're sure..." Lunar teased.
"Yes, I'm-- Oh wait," Edward opened the cassette player and removed the tape player  from inside. He tapped it while pacing past Lunar, paused, and asked, "Vampires have the affect on one another, do they?" He raised one of eyebrows and cocked his head to the  side.
"I can read your mind, Edward," she explained as she was passing him. "What did you think my Power was?"
"You control the elements," Edward replied.
"Oh. Yes. What can I say?" She gently spoke in his ear, "I may be damned, but I'm blessed."

My computer isn't working… Again.

My computer won't log on. So I'm on my iPod. I'm also really annoyed. So I'm in a bad mood.

That was weird...

... I seriously can't remember typing that last post... Okay...

What I really wanted to show to you yesterday was this:

I don't know if I'm the only person who finds this funny... Let me know :)

VICTORY IS MINE!!!!

The internet has been returned to me! Oh, computer, how I missed you.... Just never go away again, deal?

Fanfic will be continued shortly.

Everyone say happy birthday to my friend who writes Latin in her sleep! (Lol, jk it's tomorrow ;))

I'm having a maths-meltdown. Bare with me.

Also... What did I want to say...? Oh! 9x - 7i > 3(3x - 7u) (You've probably already seen it, but oh well!)

Um... Yeah...

-Lunar

LOOK! A NEW POST!

Hi! So this is a new post letting you know how I am! I tried to post a few days ago, but literally, my finger was less than a centimetre from the "Publish Post" button, when my iPod died.

FOR ONE THING: I've had writers block. That's why I haven't posted any fanfic. Even though I think I'm over it now, the next part is extremely short. In which case, I have decided to extend the short parts with something I like to call "The Lost Chapters". These chapters have Hellboy as the main character, and is basically a duel storyline. The first Lost Chapter is kinda predictable, and unimaginative, but they'll get better... Yeah... I'm pretty sure of that...

AND ANOTHER THING: I was at a sleepover last night. Sleepovers with my friends? Never a good idea. One of my friends (that recently moved to North Yorkshire) said that at night, she's been writing Latin words in her sleep. This proved to be true, when she started randomly writing words with her fingers. Then we gave her a pen. The first ENGLISH word she wrote was 'regret', followed by 'sorry'. Then, translated from Latin to English, she wrote, "full moon", "I'm sorry" and "soul stealer". After that, one of my other friends started talking to her in her dreams. This did not help the eerie feel of the night, when she said, "On April 18th, the Soul Stealer will rise."

ANYWAY, what are people's favourite films? I'm interested :)

Pretty Flower...

So... I was reading a book. As usual. But one of the characters was obsessed with finding a pure black rose. So I googled it. As usual. And I found a black and white photograph of a rose. It was so pretty... I had to draw it. The petals are out of proportion, but I figured I might as well share it. Although its quite hard to see. So here it is:

Tilt your head right for it to be the right way... (I don't know how to put it the right!)

Practice Chapter

This is just a practice for my fan fic. I was going to include some of you in this, but I only planned on mentioning a bad-guy. Tips much appreciated, thanks. :)


"Had a nice meal?"
   I whirled round, surprised by the familiar voice in my mother's house. I put down the plates that held the leftovers of our lunch on the counter, before I held my hands loosely behind my back. I gave my best mischievous smile, with my menacing green eyes. Slowly, I strode in an arc around him, taking each step with precisioned care. I knew what this would lead to, but if I could just put it off... Dear Mother was still home.
"I'm surprised you're here," I purred, getting closer to the intruder. "You were always so subtle... Everything always a riddle."
Caelan kept his black eyes on each movement I made. Scrutinizing every word, every step.
"Things have changed," he said. His voice was a block of ice, and I felt the shock as it cut through me. A shiver ran gleefully down my spine, but I merely bowed my head to him, my eyes still alert.
"Of course," I replied, "I would be a fool to think they hadn't." I meant to say the words light-hearted, but I realised how serious they sounded. Something was different about Caelan, but I couldn't quite place what it was...
"Fool's surround us. But you, Lunar, are not one of them." His eyes watched me again, like a predator. I restrained myself from not crouching down and curling a finger at him.
Instead, I whispered, "That's what I just said."
"Alex? What's taking so long?" My Mother's voice called from the dining room, where she innocently sat shuffling cards, whilst watching Midsummer Murders. Ironic.
I opened my mouth to respond, when I noticed a flash through Caelan's eyes. At that moment, I realised what was different about him; he'd fed recently.
   I didn't know what to do, which, being myself, didn't happen a lot.
   "Just washing up!" I called back, watching Caelan intensely.
   "Such a good girl..." I heard my mother say, then I heard her flick up the volume on the TV. I hopped onto the counter, twisting the tap on. Water rushed down the spout, and into the sink, with little whirlwinds and circular movements.
   "Such a good girl..." Caelan mimicked, with a sly smile. I started to prepare myself, disguising my movements with speech.
   "You have no idea," I murmured, knowing Caelan could clearly hear. "So, why exactly are you here?" I tucked my long hair behind my ears, while my legs swung freely.
   Caelan took a step closer to me, and leaned in. "I think you know perfectly why I'm here," he whispered.
   Goosebumps rose along my neck, and a hiss came from my mouth. "Never."
   "Very well," Caelan sighed. I sensed what he was going to do, so I bounced off the counter, landing in a crouch. His teeth were always slower than his thought process. I slammed my fist into Caelan's jaw, but he never swayed an inch.
   "Damn you," I mumbled, before lunging for the kitchen knife. I gripped it loosely with one hand. Not the best weapon, but... Better than none at all. Now, where did I keep my holy water...? Caelan's eyes gleamed in the sun. This was all a game to him. He wouldn't even have to try to win. But I needed Mother to be safe...
   "Outside," I snarled. A fleck of uncertainty crossed Caelan's eyes. What he needed was here, in this house. But he wouldn't get it. He'd have to kill me first. The problem was: He would. And will.
   I strode outside. The clouds suddenly covered the sun, trapping it in their hazy clutches. I twirled around, pleased to see Caelan had followed me outside. I curtsied, before sprinting down a bank. I glanced behind me, smiling at Caelan's confused expression. To the right, I saw what I was looking for; the well. Full of holy water. I lifted the bucket and dunked it in the endless pit. I heard the splash of water, and reeled in the bucket. Caelan would be going in the house if he thought I'd just ran away. If he thought that, he didn't know me very well. Finally, the bucket resurfaced, and I unattached the bucket from the chains.
  And then I felt his breath on my neck. Out of shock, I elbowed him in the stomach. Springing off the ground, I back flipped so I was behind him. I couldn't waste the water. I sprinkled some lightly over a layer of his skin. I jumped out the way, just as his head soared back and he roared in pain. He recovered quickly, however, and leaped off the ground. His skin was blistered, but would heal soon enough. I clicked my fingers, summoning a flame to my hand. I threw it at Caelan, and he "stopped, dropped and rolled," as they would say. I took a seat on a deck chair, where I had so many innocent childhood moments. I sipped on a lemonade I made earlier, which now tasted quite stale. I always was better at performing outside. Slowly, Caelan rose from the ground, his clothes looking as dead as the put-out flames.
  I rose my eyebrows and with a smile, I said, "Better?"
  Caelan snarled in response. I stood from my chair, and said, "Now, now, Caelan. Calm down. It's nothing personal, is it?" Another snarl. I sighed, but what should you expect from vampires?
  I lifted my hands, and snapped my palms. The air rippling, Caelan flew backwards. He lay there a second before rising again. What was wrong with him? There was no fight in him at all. As he came at me, lightening fast, I raised my boot, and... SMACK! It hit Caelan's face. Again he fell backwards. Something was wrong. It was just too easy. Mother would be waiting... Mother! Of course! How could I be so stupid?
   I sprinted back up to the house, wide-eyed as I saw the front door off its hinges. Carefully, I picked up my precious sword I'd left behind when I fought Caelan. He was merely a distraction. While someone else came for...
   I entered the front room. Mother had gone, the television split in two, cards scattered around the room. A disturbance in the air was brought to my attention. From the corner of my eye, I saw a hooded figure leave the room. Fury burning in my soul, I followed whatever-it-was out. The figure disappeared, but I was not fooled. I closed my eyes, and disappeared into the night. Leaving the wind to cover my sorrows.