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I wrote this a few months ago. It's just a small story. I hope you enjoy!CompleteLying there, taking my last breaths, the past flooded back to me. Strange how clear it was, my journey toward this moment. My dream had finally come true. My life finally finding the purpose it’s beensearching for.I had always felt different, even when small and insignificant. Honey blond as a child, my hair grew darker, finally settling on a light brown. My eyes had always been a piercing blue. The only changewas my growing lack of innocence. My skin was always ivory, never able to keep a tan. My smile lookedwelcoming, despite the pain and hurt hid behind it.My parents had separated early in my life. I do not have any memory of them actually together.Divorcing when I was eight, my body began to change. I was always thing and playful, but I began plumping out and energy never stayed with me long.My mom had met someone after the divorce, and she began a new life. I was still trapped in theold life, never wanting to be in the new one. Depression had come to me, and I tried to remain isolated. Isearched, trying to find something to grab onto. I finally found comfort in books. Not just any books, butthe
Vampire Chronicles
 by Anne Rice.As I read page after page, I found comfort among the characters. They seemed real, full of life.Containing history and purpose. I came to realize, I didn’t just love reading about them, I wanted to bethem. Everything about them was enthralling. Their features, their lives, their purpose, their very existence.Dreams filled my head, night after night. I belonged there with them. I knew they were onlycharacters, but I knew there had to be real ones. I was waiting for them. My dreams progressed, and I beganhaving reoccurring deja’ vu. Every night I would dream about something that happened the next day.Simple things, nothing of significance. I wondered where this new ability had come from.A few years passed, and things progressed. I began to write my own stories and poems. Mostlyabout vampires. Usually about a lonely girl who searched for the gift. I laid in my bed every night, askingin my mind, for them to find me and save me from the hell I live in. Morning after morning, I awoke, stillhuman, still lonely.My parents grew concerned of my enchantment with the books, and took them from me. I cried asif someone had ripped my heart out. How could they take away the only thing that gave me meaning? Myfeeling for my parents has never recovered from that experience.I continued to write, trying to keep my dreams alive. Trying to will myself into their existence. Iwould lie on the ground at night and ask them to come and save me. I waited each night, until my eyescould barely stay open. I went to bed every night, disappointment surrounding me.At school, I was able to keep up appearances. I did well in school, and I had a close group of friends. None of them knew my secret, nor would they ever. It was mine, and I didn’t want anyone else tohave it. At school, I acted as a normal teenager, but once home in my bedroom, my true self emerged.Toward the end of my sixteenth year, I even began dating. He had been my friend, but it had progressed. We were close, but I never shared my secret with him. We were together for a couple years.During that time, I had given him my innocence. Even though I still felt different, my nights of asking for the dark gift had ceased. I was worried that I would be no longer wanted, now that I was spoiled.The relationship finally ended, as we grew apart. During our relationship, my déjà vu haddisappeared and I felt part of me had gone. After the relationship, I continued to live life as best I could,trying not to think about the life I would never have.One night, as I readied myself for another dreamless sleep, my body began to tingle. I pushed thesensation aside and settled for sleep. That night I had a dream, a very vivid dream. The dream that I had solong ago hoped to have.I was walking in the moonlight near some water. The breeze was gently blowing, but it was warmand comforting. I stopped along the water’s edge and looked out into the darkness. As my eyes began tofocus, I began seeing a form. It radiated, but the glow came from the inside, not the moonlight. A momentof concern hit me, but I was more intrigued. What was this thing coming gently toward me?I thought about running, I though about yelling, I even thought of going toward it. The thoughtsdisappeared as it moved closer and closer to me. A face began to emerge from the form. The eyes were a piercing, shining gold. The complexion was pale and flawless. Long hair swept around the face, hard to tell
 
the color by the moonlight. It was not black, of that I was sure.Many things had swum through my head as I watched this figure come toward me. So manyquestions. It stopped about ten feet from me, and stared. No emotion showed on this face of stone. Imanaged to clear my head for one second.“Where have you been?” It was all I could ask. I awoke with a start. The dream had seemed soreal. I closed my eyes, trying to picture what I had just seen. I only saw the eyes, those golden eyes. Was Iright? Had a slight hint of curiosity hid behind them? I closed my eyes again, the eyes flashed in my mindagain. I was sure that the eyes look curious. The face had been motionless, but the eyes. There wassomething in them. My heart began to flutter.Days passed, those eyes still fresh in my memory. I went to sleep each night, anticipating seeingthose eyes again. Each morning I awoke, disappointed with the reality of no new dreams. Nothing toreassure me that I had actually witnessed that image. Was I finally going insane? After so many dreams,visions that I had had. Had I finally decided to imagine something so I didn’t feel so alone?This was silly. I was not insane. I kept reassuring myself. I had seen this vision, of course, it had been a dream, but it was real enough. Had it been a dream, or had I finally made contact? Through all myyears of trying to find something, was it finally within my grasp? I could not allow myself to be sure. Therational part of me kept reminding me it was just a dream. People made their wishes come true in dreamsall the time. This was nothing new. Nevertheless, why now? I pondered this question. I tried not to focus onthis dream; I tried to continue my life. At night, when I laid down to sleep, I closed my eyes and saw thosegolden eyes. This was just a memory, no new dreams.A year passed, I continued to act as normal as I could. I dated on and off, finding nothing tointeresting to hold my attention. I worked and went to school, socializing with friends on a somewhatregular basis. I had managed to almost convince myself that it had only been a dream. Something short thatcomforted me, if only for a small time. It couldn’t have been real. I had received no further evidence. It hadonly been a play on my dreams. A crude and absurd vision. Something that had shaken my reality. I wasdetermined to forget it, to move on and live the life that I had.I graduated high school, and continued to work. I began attending a local community college; ithad seemed everything was the way it was suppose to be. During the summer of my first year, I made planswith some friends. We went to Florida, visiting friends that we had went to high school with. It was good,and I had a blast.Before the summer was over, I decided to go to the mountains. I found the mountains calm andserene. I loved going there. I was always able to clear my head and enjoy the surroundings.One night, my ex had called me. It confused me. He had moved on, and I didn’t understand whathis purpose had been in contacting me. Our conversation had progressed, and it ended in an argument. Itwas about nothing, but I had hung up feeling distressed. I needed to clear my head, so I went for a walk.It was night; the stars were twinkling in the sky. The moon was full and round. I walked throughthe woods, as I had so many times before. I loved being there. The sound of the river pulled me closer. Ilove water. I loved being near it, to feel it, to see its changing current. I found the large rock, where Iusually sat to enjoy this scene. The water was amazing. The moon shone on the surface, rippling as thecurrent pushed past it. I was calm, the fight almost completely out of my head.I sat there for at least an hour, taking in all the surroundings. It was so pleasant here. I alwayshated to leave when I visited. The weather was warm and I enjoyed the ability to not be uncomfortable. Iwas sure it was late, so I stood to leave. As I did so, I walked toward the water’s edge. The moon waved atme from the reflection in the water. A slight smile came to my lips.I began to walk back toward the cabin, when I noticed something on the other side of the river. Icouldn’t quite make it out; it wasn’t close enough to distinguish any clear shape. A part of me thought toleave, fearing that this may be a wild animal I had not encountered here before. I readied myself to leave,looking out across the river again. A flash of memory came to me.The water, the moon, this seemed as if it was the same scene from my long ago, almost forgottendream. I tried to remain rational. Of course, I was imagining this. It had only been a dream. It was the shapeagain; it appeared to be coming closer. My mind began racing with possibilities of what this could be. Theshape became clearer. A face began to emerge, and I stared in disbelief.The eyes began to glow, golden. I wanted to run, to look away, but I couldn’t. I wanted to know.The face became clearer. The same face I had so long ago seen. As it approached, I remained motionless.Unable to blink, unable to think. It stopped ahead of me, and our eyes met completely. Those same goldeneyes. I was sure of the curiosity behind them now. Of course, I hadn’t imagined it. The feeling was there. I
 
was afraid to speak, afraid to make this vision leave me again. I was sure this was no dream. I preparedmyself to speak.“Where have you been?” The same question I had asked in my dream. The eyes stared at me. Iwondered if it would speak to me. The body didn’t move, but the mouth opened. I stared in anticipation. “Ihave been waiting for you.” The statement was so matter of fact. As if I need not have asked the question.My rationality tried to push at me, but I held it back. I would not let it take this from me.I readied myself to speak again, but was unable to do so. It wanted to say more. “Do youremember my?” The question was so different. Had I known this thing before? Then I thought, of course,the dream. “I do.” I said it such certainty. It seems as if the eyes softened a little.“Your answer pleases me.” The image drew closer to me, only now five feet from me. I could seeit clearer. It was a female, she was beautiful. Almost too beautiful. I had to blink. I opened my eyes quickly,hoping that the image hadn’t disappeared. She was still there, looking at me with curiosity again. “Do youknow me?” I asked childishly. “Of course.” She said so surely. “I have been watching you, waiting for youto find me.” She was so confident. Questions began racing through my head.“I have not left you. Even when dreams did not come, I was there. I am very patient. I knew youwould come.” She had said with such compassion. Her face was still solid, only her eyes, those goldeneyes, showed emotion. I could not look away. She knew me, and I knew her. Understanding seemed tocircle around us. She was what I had been waiting for, searching for.I stood there, unsure of what action should come next. Would we stand there and talk more? Doesshe want me to follow her? Would she want to come back to the cabin with me? As if she was reading mythoughts, she moved closer. Only a few feet from me now. Her figure became much clearer, and I finallyrealized the rest of the beauty. Her figure was full, yet thin. Her arms pale white to match her face. She wasin a dark colored dress, which moved gently in the breeze. She looked more like a ghost than somethingreal. The eyes were what made me truly believe this was real. I shifted my stance.“I would like you to follow me. I have things to tell you.” Her voice was certain, but kind. Theintelligence in her voice made me trust her, along with those golden eyes. She turned and began walkingalong the edge of the river. I had no idea where we would go, but I was certain that I wanted to go nowhereelse but there. Her pace was slow, leading. I wondered if the pace was for my benefit. A slight turn of thehead and a look told me that I had guessed right.Deeper we went into the woods. I had no clue where we were. The river was behind us now, and Idared no look back. My curiosity burned deep in my body. I wanted the answers that she would give me.What happened after that, I did not care. I would finally be able to understand completely. In the distance, I began to see another glowing. Something orange, flickering. I quickly realized it was a fire. How had thatgotten there? We moved toward the glowing, the crackling of the fire became clear.We finally reached the clearing, where the fire was. Large stones laid around, not in a circle, butthe contained some uniform. The fire was in the center. The warmth making me realize that a chill hadcome across me. I inched closer to the fire, sitting on the rock closest to it. The warmth licked at my face. Iwore only jeans, a t-shirt, and flip-flops. The chill cut through me, and I shivered.Suddenly I realized I had lost sight of her. Had she left? Her face emerged from the shadow at theother side of the fire. No, she had not left me. She seemed to acknowledge my concern and moved slightlycloser. Careful not to get too near the fire, barely in the light of it.There was a voice in my head. “May I talk to you like this? I’m not use to physicalcommunication.” I shook my head in agreement. Her eyes softened, she was pleased. “I have waited longfor you. Humans like you do not come often. When I found you, I knew you were special. Even at such anearly age, you knew it too. So intelligent for someone so young. Are you pleased that I found you?” Shock hit me. Could I be nothing but pleased? She understood my expression, or could she read my thoughts?“I cannot read your thoughts; I am able to understand expressions very well.” I had tried so long tohide my true feelings behind my face. Had I failed to do this, despite my efforts? She was patient. She letme think on this before she spoke in my head again.“I realize you have many questions. I will answer them. You need not be concerned with that. Ifeel that I should begin by telling you about myself. That may answer some of those questions.” I shook myhead. The fire made her eyes glow more golden. I could see that her dress was a deep purple, socomplimentary to her pale skin. Her hair was a woodsy brown, like the color of cherry wood. She was so beautiful.“I am five hundred years old. Created in the day when kings and queens were common. My humanage was nineteen. I was too old for my age. More mature than most, of course times were different.
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IAN SPARTICUS HARDY

You got it girl.Very good story, how much of it is you I wonder? it is so believable.

reply08 / 31 / 2009
cw81

wow, thanks for the compliment....alot of it is me.....okay....almost everything in the beginning...LOL

09 / 01 / 2009
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