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The Shaowy Realm of The Dark Side, Torn Between Worlds

The Shaowy Realm of The Dark Side, Torn Between Worlds

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Published by KC Bouma
Vampire Romance
I lived my life on the edge, always exploring the dark aspects of the unknown. So, as my senior year of high school came to an end, my two friends, Ilysa, Taylor and I planned a trip to the east coast of Maine. A trip that would take us into the darkest realm of evil that we could ever imagine. A trip filled with love, magic, and the secret society of the Blood Lords. If we could change time, would we do it again?
Vampire Romance
I lived my life on the edge, always exploring the dark aspects of the unknown. So, as my senior year of high school came to an end, my two friends, Ilysa, Taylor and I planned a trip to the east coast of Maine. A trip that would take us into the darkest realm of evil that we could ever imagine. A trip filled with love, magic, and the secret society of the Blood Lords. If we could change time, would we do it again?

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Published by: KC Bouma on Jul 23, 2009
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The Shadowy Realm Between Good and Evil
I lived my life on the edge, always exploring the dark aspects of the unknown. So, as my senior year of high school came to an end, my two friends, Ilysa, Taylor and I planned a trip to the east coastof Maine. A trip that would take us into the darkest realm of evil that we could ever imagine. A tripfilled with love, magic, and the secret society of the Blood Lords. If we could change time, would wedo it again?
Saturday June 6
th
2009 8:45am
My father and I stood in the driveway of our upstate New York home, waiting for Ilysa andTaylor. The moment I heard the purr of Ilysa's new black BMW convertible around the corner, I lookedaway from my father. The top was down, and the twins' identical long curly blond hair blew in the coolmorning breeze. My father grabbed my hand and said, “Izzy, please be careful.”Looking up at my father, I could see concern. No, not concern, but fear! Kissing his cheek, Iwhispered, “Don't worry daddy, I'll be fine.”With a fake grin, he said, “I know, kiddo.”While watching his only child ride away, James Morgan, jumped the moment his wife touchedhis arm. Smiling at her husband, Amanda said, “She'll be OK.”“I don't know, Amanda, I have a strange feeling.”“You always feel that way when she leaves us.”As Amanda led her husband back to their home, he whispered to himself, “This time isdifferent, my love; I can feel it deep in my bones.” Most of the six hour drive was a blast. Cher blaring from the XM radio, the cool ocean breeze
 
 blowing in our hair. Until after lunch, when the clear blue sky turned dark and ominous, and the onlysound was the wipers' constant beat to the rhythm of the torrential rain. By the time we made it to mygrandmother's Victorian estate in Jonesport, Maine, the early evening sky was unusually dark, dark asmidnight. From the road, I noticed that the caretaker had the old house lit up, awaiting our arrival.While driving up the winding gravel road, I could hear the angry roar of the ocean waves crashing upover the jagged rocks that lay at the bottom of the twenty-foot cliff. Suddenly, lightning streaked acrossthe sky, followed by a loud clap of thunder. Taylor jumped, and screamed, “What the hell, I never seena storm like this before.”Ilysa looked over at her twin sister; laughing, she said, “Look at the storm as an adventure.”“Why is it that everything has to be an adventure for you?”“Oh Taylor, you must treat life as a grand adventure. Now, when the next streak of lightningflashes, run to the porch.”As the three women ran to the house, none of them saw the stranger that watched them from theedge of the cliff.Wet and cold, Taylor looked at her sister and said, “Now what, Miss Adventurous, our clothesare out in the car?”“Don t worry, I have a plan. I pop the trunk lid, Izzy can build a fire in the fireplace, and you,my dear twin, can run out and get the suitcases.”Before Taylor had a chance to have a complete meltdown, Izzy said, “How about I go get thesuitcases, and you two build the fire.”Snatching the keys from Ilysa's hand, I ran out into the pouring rain. Just before getting to thecar, I saw the red glowing eyes staring at me from over by the cliff. They were too high up to be ananimal, and not the silver reflection of a deer. Could it be the same red eyes that belonged to thestranger that pulled me to safety from the side of the cliff as a child? Could it be the red eyes that Iwould see at nights, when I was a teenager, watching the storms roll in from the sea?

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