Fan's Own Stories

This is where all those who wish to write books can get ideas for names (etc.) for characters in their books and if they want exerpts. If they put up exerpts please do not take their ideas for your own!!! That's plagiarizing. Be warned that this could happen so I don't reccomend that you post exerpts...

I am writing a book and was wondering...
Can anyone start naming some names? (I cant think of any!!!) Fist or last or both, I really don't care! Thanks!

You know i read this post this morning before i left for school and i a reeling with suggestions. Now that i have the time to respond i'm drawing a blank.



I have one name to offer though. Sebastian... i absolutely adore that name. If i have kids in the far future , that would be the name i give it. I used to love Isbella but the whole twilight phase ruined that name for me. lol.

I am trying to find more original girl names!! Try to think of some that arent in bools already published please! I have no intention of plagiarizing!!

I asked my friends at school and I came up with Amelia, Nicoli, Julia, and Michael for the main characters... Can you think of things that are similar to those? I want a female A-name as part of the story... Originally I thought of Azreal but I dont want to copy off of The Van Alen series.

Well, I'm sure some place, somewhere , some book will have the same names of characters you wish to create. I'm all for originality but i wouldn't kill yourself over trying to find orginal names to avoid plagiarism. That will be impossible. I do agree with not using names is popular spotlight series- thats cheesy. I wasn't aware Sebastian was a name in a popular series- I've just always adored that name. But names are essistenial for bringing the characters you create to life, and bringing your story to life.

What's your story about? Maybe you can give us a historical summary of the world you wish to create, or a time period in which the story will take place or a general synopsis. Names can be a meaningful reflection to that kind of stuff.

babynames.com is my best friend when thinking of names for story characters or characters on rpgs. The best thing is that you can search by gender, by letter, by letter AND gender, by origin/nationality, by meaning... It's a really great website.

It sounds like you like classic names so here are some suggestions.
Abigail
Adrienne/Adrianne
Gabriel
Nicholas
Bethany
Elisabeth/Elizabeth
Benjamin
David
Katharine/Katherine
James
Joshua
Marcus
Nathaniel
Thomas

I would also suggest you take potential middle and/or last names into consideration. I like names I pick to have a sort of rhythm to them, and I don't like names to sound too similar. Like...Nathan Aaron Johnson would sound weird, but Nathaniel Parker Thomas flows much better. Don't be afraid to mix names and go for unusual things, but don't be weird about it. It's cool if someone has an unusual first or middle name, especially if it's a family name or something, but try to stick to more typical spellings. Raven as opposed to Reighvyn. You catch my drift. I hope that helps!

Or Nathaniel Thomas Parker...

Thanks! Those are some good ones!

I REALLY like Bethany! I may use that one for the main char.!! (diffidently one of the characters!!)

I thought of it because it's my brand-new niece's name. Glad to help!

happy Aunt-Hood!!!

Pioson Is Love

the world is new
the world is gone
there are few
here we are done
bloody hands and feet
pioson in my mind
we will not take a defeat
pure life is hard to find
for all we are
the pain is hard to scare away
bring your mind so far
each and every day
the end is near
evil is today
the fear won't go away
my decision is now
here we will stay
it is you who I found

By Rosespiosonandthorns
for the Vampire Academy

I LOVE TO WRITE STORIES SO I HAVE MY OWN BOOK OF NAMES
HERE GOES SOME
~PIOSON THORN
~DARE U. DEATH
~JUSTICE BLUE
(I KNOW THEIR SOUND SO MADE UP)
~CHRIS PAGE
~LOVE LIER
~ROSE BLOOM
~NIGHTFALL INK
~MIDNIGHT ROSE
~MURDERROSE FIRE
~OCTOBER INKHEART
~SEPTEMBER TRUEHEART
IT GOES ON LONGER BUT I GUESS THATS ENOUGH FOR NOW

Rosespiosonandthorns wrote:

Pioson Is Love

the world is new
the world is gone
there are few
here we are done
bloody hands and feet
pioson in my mind
we will not take a defeat
pure life is hard to find
for all we are
the pain is hard to scare away
bring your mind so far
each and every day
the end is near
evil is today
the fear won't go away
my decision is now
here we will stay
it is you who I found

By Rosespiosonandthorns
for the Vampire Academy

I love the poem!!!

I am internally debating this. I want to know if you guys would read the book I'm writing. I was going to post it up here but I don't want anyone (besides a few of my closest friends) to read it. If I post it, would you guys give me an HONEST opinion about it? Someone told me that they thought that I was influenced by Stephanie Meyer. I ,honestly, am trying VERY hard to not take ANY ideas from SM. I don't even like Twilight anymore anyway...

sure i'll be honest
i'm a writer myself
go ahead i can't wait to read it

GOT A NEW POEM HELP ME SHOW EVERYONE AT THE SITE

DEATH DUE USE TO PIECES

TO LOVE IS DEATH
NOW DIE NOT LET
WE SHARE OUR PASSIONS
NOTHING OLD FASHIONED
FOR TOGETHER WE CRY
TOGETHER WE FIGHT
TOGETHER WE ARE
TOGETHER WE WILL GO FAR
OUR LOVE WILL NEVER BRAKE
ALONG THE WAY TEASING FATE
BOUND BY BLOOD AND SOUL
WE ARE PARTS OF A WHOLE
LOVE IS DEATH
NOW DIE NOT LET
PIOSONING ARE LIFES WITH THIS MISTAKE
ANYTHING TOGETHER WE CAN TAKE

RandD4ever wrote:

I am internally debating this. I want to know if you guys would read the book I'm writing. I was going to post it up here but I don't want anyone (besides a few of my closest friends) to read it. If I post it, would you guys give me an HONEST opinion about it? Someone told me that they thought that I was influenced by Stephanie Meyer. I ,honestly, am trying VERY hard to not take ANY ideas from SM. I don't even like Twilight anymore anyway...

sure! Im a reader n a writer as well. I would only say i would like to read it when i have time to dedicate to it when my semester is over.... middle of dec.

Okay... It is 20 pages on microsoft word....

The Dark Hearts Series Book 1:
Dark Hearts
By:
Lana Danzen


Book 2 - Dark Minds
Book 3 -Dark Lives






Introduction:
I’d always wondered what I wanted to be when I grew up. Maybe a lawyer, a doctor, or even a psychiatrist. I never would have guessed I would be what I am now. Some people call me a demon, a devil’s child or a dark heart.
I am a Vampire.
Actually, I am a Hunter. I was changed by someone I thought I could trust and call a friend. Julia. Julia… I miss her. But I am glad she is in prison. She can curse no others as she did to me.
In my world, there are four types of Vampires: Hunters, Protectors, Royals, and non-Royals. The Royals are the most populous group and treat the non-Royals as slaves, servants and anything else they want. Both the Royals and the non-Royals (the true Vampires), have supper pale skin, ultra small waists and fangs that always point but extend when being used to feed. They also have special powers, (control of the elements, psychic abilities, and control of time/space, etc).
Royals are born from Royals and non-Royals are born from secondary vampires and/or non-Royals.
All Vampires are immortal, but only the true Vampires can stop aging at will. True Vampires are born, while secondary Vampires (Hunters and Protectors) are created. Vampires can be killed by sunlight, blood drainage and decapitation.
Secondary Vampires are made by the exchange of blood from a human and a Vampire, then death to the human. We wake up as Vampires at midnight. That’s how the ‘Night’s children’ nickname was formed.
There is only one difference between Protectors and Hunters. Protectors have a bond with the Vamps that change them. Both of us are ‘reborn’ with the instinct to hunt, kill, and protect so we have no need for training facilities. We already have the skill and instinct of fully trained assassins and guardians so all we have is one Testing to see if we are one of the Hunters or Protectors.
Then there are the Zombies. The Zombies are complicated and difficult to explain. When humans are being turned into Vampires, they can turn into secondary Vampires or Zombies. When the humans reach the death stage of the transformation and they wake up before or after midnight, they become rotting corpses that live an immortal life hunting people to devour intestines, blood and bones. They still think and they know exactly what they are doing, even when they are killing without mercy. When Zombies are created, they are as slow as snails, but the more blood and gore the Zombies consume; the faster, more powerful and difficult to kill they become.
Being a Hunter I have memorized and perfected the rules and methods of Zombie assassination. The rules: Have no Mercy; Double Check the Bodies; and Follow Rules 1 and 2. The ways to kill a Zombie:
1) Shoot through the heart or head and decapitate
2) Force into sunlight or burn with fire
3) Impale/stake through the heart with a bronze fire-infused stake or sword.

Sometimes I wonder why the Zombies declared war on the Vampires. Maybe they did it out of jealousy for having to live an immortal life as an evil, hideous creature while the Vampires lived a life in luxury for eternity. Maybe they did it out of rage for them turning them into the monsters they became after being told that they would become glorious creatures of the Night. Maybe both. I don’t know and I doubt anyone will ever know.
The Zombie population was rapidly increasing and the Vampires’ was rapidly decreasing. For some reason a lot of the changes had been making Zombies and that meant that there were less new Vampires.

I have been both the Hunter and the hunted. I have saved and I have killed. My name is Adrianna Eliza Ramsey; I have been twenty for ten years now. This is my story.






















Chapter 1: Unforgivable





The club’s music pounded in my ears and beat through my chest. “Wow! This DJ’s got some taste!” I shouted to Julia over the Goth rock music that blared through the speakers. “Within Temptation’s the best!”
“Hell yeah they are! Let’s dance!”
We shoved our way to the center of the floor where the lights flashed dark violets and reds and the floor was covered with fog. My short black leather skirt, fishnets, knee-high boots, and strapless bodice made me look Gothic. A man, about 20 years old, grabbed me around the waist and scared the crap out of me. He had snake bites, black jeans and tight T-shirt on that made him look gorgeous.
“Hi. Would you get your hands off me? My mom told me not to talk to strangers, and you are.”
“Will I be a stranger after you know my name and I know yours?” he asked.
“Guess not.” I replied grinning “My name’s Adrianna. You?”
“Javier. Javier Cross. Adrianna’s a beautiful name.”
I looked over at Julia. She looked like she wanted to puke and rolled her eyes. “Are you coming or not, Adrianna? I’m sorry Javier, Adrianna is not interested in what ever you are doing.” Her voice was flat and sarcastic, but it did the trick and he walked away.
“Hey! He was cute!”
“And I want to dance.” She dragged me to the heart of the club and we began to dance. We moved our bodies in sync to the rhythms and sang along. Finally, Julia’s feet began to hurt from the heels. We walked to the bar where Julia ordered a Bloody Mary.
“Make it extra bloody, please.” The waiter looked up at her and she gave him a crooked grin I could only see half of. The waiter hesitated, his eyes slightly widened and he nodded his head vigorously. He went to the back of the restaurant and reappeared with a bright red drink in his hand.
“Uh, may I have a bottle of water, please, sir?” I asked, eyeing the Bloody Mary.
“You’re such a goody-two shoes! I don’t think I have ever seen you drink, drunk or high.”
“First of all, if I’m such a ‘goody-two shoes’, why the heck am I here?” I gestured at the gothic night club in front of me. “Second, isn’t drunk the same as drinking?”
“Not quite. Waiter! Scratch that water. Make it a glass of straight up Russian Vodka… The good stuff.”
“Julia! I am under age!” I laughed trying to cover my nerves. Maybe Julia’s right. I am a goody-two shoes. The waiter listened to Julia and gave me the Vodka. I rolled my eyes at her and grabbed the glass downing it in three gulps. I slammed the glass down on the counter. My lips already burned and I felt slightly numb at the back of my brain.
“That is some strong stuff!”
“Good huh? Waiter, refill please.”
I don’t think that’s a good idea… muttered some voice in the back of my head. Eight drinks later and totally drunk, I was re-dragged back to the dance floor. Two songs later, Julia left me to go use the bathroom.
“I see your all alone, Adrianna. Where’s your friend?”
I spun around so fast I would have fallen over if Javier didn’t catch me around the waist.
“Javier! Jesus Christ! You nearly scared me to death!” He still had his hands on my hips from catching me and pulled me right up to him.
“You wanna go somewhere quieter?” Before I could say no, he was already yanking me to the door, and being drunk, I couldn’t pull away. As soon as we got to the entrance of the club he swung my against the brick and pressed up against me, his hips grinding into me own, and began to kiss me. I tried to break free, my fists hitting his back but he ignored me. His hands began to wander up my shirt and down my pants. I tried screaming but I was so drunk all I could do was make a gasping cry.
“Help!” I tried calling but was answered by the sound of cars on the streets only. Desperately, I fought against him and finally I got through and managed to shove him far enough away from me to slap him in the face.
“Bitch!” He shouted and threw me into the street… Just as a car came speeding towards where I was standing. Javier seemed to realize this but his split second decision was to do just that- split. I watched horrified as he ran and then heard the car honk and turned to watch it slam into me.
It felt like I was flying- until my body slammed into the tree and pain, like a raging fire, was all I felt. I heard tires squealing, a crash and several screams- mostly my own. But then I realized I wasn’t the only one. Julia had finally found me and was running towards me.
“Adrianna! Fuck!” Then I saw something had never seen in her eyes a flash of regret, sorrow and pain. Then she leaned over me and into my neck. “Please forgive me” was the last thing I heard her say as a human. I felt something sharp sink into my neck but was in so much pain and was too drunk to really feel it. It didn’t matter anyway, because I was soon overcome with a pure anguish that I didn’t even notice or feel Julia forcing a slightly warm liquid down my throat and then she took my head in both hands. I saw nothing.

- - - - - -
Unlike the last time I had woken up at midnight, I woke up to see Serge’s face instead of Julia’s.
“What do you want Serge? It’s fucking midnight for Chrissake. Let me be…” I moaned. We all called Serge, Serge because, well, because he is like a drill Sergeant. Because he is the head of the Hunters and the Protectors, all of the data and information we collect goes straight to him. His real name is Harvey Martin, and he is the oldest of all the secondary Vamps. He was a Protector, but his Royal died in an attack.
“Watch the mouth, Adrianna. Get your butt out of bed and get to work.” He didn’t think it was proper for ‘young ladies’ to curse, or really anyone. He’s very old-fashioned and lives with the same morals as he did in the 1600s.
“Get to work? What are you talking about? It’s Sunday. I don’t work today.”
“Have you forgotten, or did I just not tell you?”
“Tell me what, exactly?”
“You have Testings today, my dear.” Testings. Of course. He wouldn’t be my personal alarm clock if it wasn’t for them. Testings are what we (secondary Vampires) go through when we are changed. They are designed to make sure that we are physically able to Protect and kill. These tests also help determine whether or not you are a Hunter or a Protector (if you can feel the Vampires’ emotions- -they do part take in the Testings).
“Ugh. Who am I Testing and who changed ‘em?”
“Michael Gory was changed by Nicolae Stephens. You know the Russian? He was close friends with Julia… And I am sure you haven’t forgotten her trial is next week…?”
“How could I forget? She damned me. I trusted her. I am very lucky to have ‘survived’ the change. I am so sorry for all those who have been lost to Zombie World. I am not sorry, though, that she got put in prison. Speaking of which, why is the trial now and not right after she changed me?”
“All of us wanted to see whether you would turn or not. And she was sentenced to ten years in jail until her trial. This would be year ten. Plus, the Lord had… special, um, feelings, for Julia. You know that. ”
“Whatever. Um, can you leave now so I can change? I would like to get to work now.” My tone was sadistic and sarcastic. He glowered at me and took the hint.
How I hate the mornings. We Vampires are nocturnal so we go on a backwards time schedule. Midnight is actually like 5 AM for us. Our days are shorter and our nights are longer because of our nocturnal lifestyle. But, we would be toasted by the sun if we didn’t go by the moon’s light, so I really shouldn’t complain.
Pulling myself out of bed, I trudged to the closet and grabbed my usual. A pair of black leather knee-high boots, black dress pants tucked into the boots, a dark blood red collard shirt with a vest and a black leather jacket. I stuffed my boots with two Bronze Blazing Blades (we secondary Vamps call them Blazers) and put a Glock behind my back.
“All set.” I muttered walking out the door.
When I arrived at the Testing facility, Serge saw me and gestured to a man. The stranger, I guessed was Michael. Hmm… I thought. Kinda cute… Mikey-boy looked as though he was about twenty five. He had very dark dirty blonde hair and I could see brown eyes beneath his bangs. He had a strong build, very lean from the Vampire in him now. His face was palled from the new species, but you could tell that when he could still walk on the sun, he had a wicked hot tan.
When I walked up to him, he smiled and held out his hand.
“Hi, my names Michael. You must be Adrianna.”
“Huh. So you’re the bastard who made me get up at freaking midnight.” I growled wickedly. Suddenly a breeze swept over me and I felt another presence near me.
“Long time no see Adrianna. How are you? I see you have met my latest accomplishment.”
“Nicolae Nikitin, what a pleasant surprise.” I said sarcastically. “You still have learned no manners since we last spoke.”
“That was nine years ago. And its not like you have learned any either. Calling a newbie a bastard isn’t exactly the nicest greeting.” I looked over at Mike.
“At least I have had some before I was cursed.”
“Cursed? Immortality? A curse? Are you out of—“
“Uhum…? If you three don’t mind we have to get to the Testings now. Adrianna, Nicolae take your positions- Michael go get ready. I will be watching all of you. Play fair, be careful and have fun.” Serge muttered then turned around and disappeared in the black night.
“Good luck Mike.” I sighed and turned and left getting to my perch on the skylight of the Testing facilities’ roof.
A few seconds after my arrival, Mikey came sauntering into the skylight’s view like he knew everything and was sure of himself.
Pride goeth before the fall. I thought shaking my head.
Chapter 2: Pride Goeth Before the Fall…





I leapt down from my perch onto a stack of crates and from there I crawled through a window and into the facility. I hung from the window sill for a moment and let myself fall all the way to the floor. My feet touched the ground, making a soft tap that a human would never be able to hear, yet it echoed through the silent building making Michael whip around to face me.
His eyes widened and then narrowed, but that was a hesitation I did not waste. I charged him straight on and knocked him into the nearest crate-stack making the ones on top plummet and shatter on the stone floors. He quickly caught his balance back and punched my in the face, making me stagger back. He kicked me in my stomach and made me keel over a little. Pride goeth before the fall. I reminded myself. Karma, you are a pain in the ass. I straightened myself out and blocked his next attack and threw him into the wall. I then smelled blood and new I had thrown him a little too hard. Oops.
“I thought Harvey said to play fair!”
“Harvey? You mean Serge? And seriously, take it like a vamp, I’m going real easy on you.”
This seemed to piss him off and he charged me like a bull at the Spanish Bull Runs. He slammed into me but I held my ground, putting one foot behind me and leaning forward and punching him right in the face only to immediately do a round house and kick him in the face with my boot. Blood spurted from his nose, but suddenly his eyes widened and his face jerked in the direction where Nicolae was hiding.
He’s a Protector. I thought as he ran to the supply closet. But I was faster and had been a vampire longer than he had and knew how to ‘bullet0run’. So, I ran right in front of him blocking the door and knocked him away from it. I heard Nicolae bang on the door behind me and walked toward Michael… who kicked my legs from under me and scrambled to run straight to the closet and let out Nicolae.
You see, Nicolae’s special “power” is persuasion. And he used it. As soon as he walked out of the closet his eyes met mine and I felt mine glaze over with the black film that Nicolae’s victims always got. I tried to break free but it was too late.
“Don’t move.” Nicolae ordered. My body froze, my muscles locked like icicles.
“Bravo, Brava.” Serge’s voice sounded through the room. I felt my muscles unlock as Nicolae’s power faded. I got up and muttered a congrats to Michael.
“Good job, Mikey. Serge- he’s a Protector. Now that this is over and I am no longer tired, may I go back to my housing quarters-“ my voice cut off as I felt my knees weaken and my eyes go completely black. The black , all-too-familiar waters, drowning me with a sudden pain, again. I saw the calendar again, first the month (November), then the day (17) then the year (2009). Then the actual vision hit me as I saw images of Zombies attacking the Court. A little Royal girl screamed as a Zombie charged at her. The image changed to me jumping in front of Nicolae and Michael who was fighting two Zombies at once. Something, or rather, someone, caught my eye. Julia? No. It couldn’t be. The Royals were already planning on condemning her to death by November first. I turned to get a better look but just as I did, the vision cleared and I was on all fours back at the Testing facility.
“Are you alright, Ramsey?” I heard Nicolae’s voice distorted as if it was coming from a long distance. It was Serge who answered for me.
“She’s fine. She’s had these black-outs since she was changed.” That was true to an extent. I had been having these ‘black-outs’ since I was changed, but they weren’t just blackouts. They were visions that always managed to come true. Serge didn’t know this part because I had never told anyone. If I did, they’d most like me lock me up like they had Julia.
“Is she going to you know… turn into… one of those things…?” asked Michael.
“I doubt it. All of Julia’s Zombies turned when they were bitten… Adrianna has been with us for ten years. She would have already changed.” Replied Nicolae.
“No. I’m not. If I was turning, I’d already be dead. I will NOT allow myself to turn into more of a monster.” I said, my tone flat. I got up to my feet. “If you don’t mind, I will be going now.”
I turned around and left the facility. I was almost to my dorm when I felt Nicolae arrive next to me.
“You should really learn to not use your super-speed so much. The breeze is slightly obvious.”
“So? My presence should make everyone jump with joy.”
“You really haven’t changed, have you?”
“Yes, actually, I have. Maybe you would like to see the proof over dinner tonight?”
“Are you asking me out?” How perfectly marvelous. I really did not want this right now. Last time we were together, he had only used me to get to Julia. That had been ten years ago, right after I had been turned.
“Hmmm… Let me see… I guess I am. What do you say? Just like old times?”
“Like old times? Let me see… Hmm, no.”
“Aww. Come on, Adrianna. I know you still want me.” He stepped in my path walking backwards.
“You better watch your step Nicolae. You may trip over your own ego.” I said to him, I had already seen the rock.
“Agghh!” he cried as he fell flat on his butt.
“Told you so. Your eyes are only on what the prize is. You never give a crap about what is behind you or in front of your face.” I said laughing and stepped around him.
“That was purely for your entertainment, my dear. So what do you say? One last date? Please?”
“No.”
“Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Plea-“
“Jesus! If it gets you to freaking shut up, fine! But ONLY one date. Only one, Nicolae, I will not ‘go steady’ with you again.”
“YESS! Stephens, one; Ramsey zero!”
“Screw you, Nick. If we are going out tonight, I have to feed and get ready.” We had reached my building and I was trying to get Nicolae the Obnoxious away from me at the moment.
“Alright, my dear, I shall leave you to get ready and I will be back at three sharp.”
Sweet Mother of God. He is never going to let me have peace and quiet is he? The ten years I have spent being single have been awesome. Now that Nicolae is back… I don’t know. Please help me God.
I walked in to my room and closed the door. If it was midnight right now, I had about three hours to feed, shower, get dressed, do my hair and put together some accessories.
I sighed and got into my car. The one part of being one of the undead I actually like: it’s easy to become rich and when you’re rich you can buy really fast, expensive sport cars. And I love my jet black Ferrari Enzo.
Living in Las Vegas made feeding very, very easy. All the strip clubs are still full of life at one in the morning. I parked my car in one of the parking lots and walked around to the back of some strip club. A man was trying to get a drunken underage stripper into his car, but she didn’t want to go. The poor thing looked so scared and helpless. Déjà vu, without the stripper part.
I grabbed him and flung him around to face me.
“Don’t touch her.”
“Don’t touch me bitch. And who do you think you are?” He stepped away from me.
“I am your worst nightmare.” I lunged at him, dragging him to the ground and bit his neck. He didn’t even have time to defend himself. My fully extended fangs sank into his jugular and the familiar taste of bittersweet liquid chocolate mixed with cinnamon, coffee and- vodka? flooded my mouth. After a few moments, I felt my injuries from the Testings heal and my body flow with a warmth that only human blood can bring to a dead body.
Then, the girl screamed and I heard the clinking of her heels on the pavement as she ran in drunken horror. I pulled back from my victim as a man in uniform walked around the corner. That little slut had no gratitude did she? Working fast, I took the Blazer out of my boot and touched the tip to the man’s fang wounds and watched them singe back together. The magic and the bronze may be deadly to the Zombies and Vampires but it healed a human from any injury but death itself.
Just before the man woke up and the Policeman turned the corner, I ran Vampire speed and disappeared into the darkness. Feeling very energetic and refreshed, I opened my car door and got in. The cops were out, the gangsters were out and so was I. What a perfect night to speed down the highway with my music blaring, I thought to myself. I plugged my iPod into my car and turned the volume up to forty and let Metallica blare through the speakers.
I streaked down the highway back up town and into the more desert area, kicking dust behind me at 214 mph. Suddenly I looked down at the clock. My trip and feeding had taken an hour. I turned the car around in a complete 180 and sped off back through town and on home, as I called it, VampTown. I slowed down as I approached the brick and wrought-iron gates.
VampTown is protected by secondary Vamps on patrol, and Nicolae’s magic. He came back every year to renew the spell that he had put on the gates before. If a human managed to find the gothic mansions and Cathedral-like buildings, they would turn around suddenly compelled to go back where they had come from and forget that they had ever been there. The Protector on patrol tonight was someone I recognized from earlier. I brought my car to a stop and got out to go talk to him.
“Michael? They put you on patrol already? Congratulations, your one of us now. ”
“Thanks and, actually, I was waiting for you. Serge told me that you and Nicolae are going out on a date and that I had to come to protect him.”
“He already knows? Wow. Hey, listen, why don’t you take the day off? I can protect him for you. I am a Hunter.”
“I am not taking my first shift off!” He looked as if I had punched him in the face again- his face was healed already so Nicolae must have taken him feeding.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just that I didn’t really want to be going out on any sort of date with Nicolae again after last time… And I especially didn’t want it to be monitored. I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize-“He looked sad and worried.
“It’s okay. Can you open the gates? I have to get ready for the ‘date’.”
“Sure.” He turned to his right, disappearing behind the bricks for a moment. A few beeps and a loud honk later, the gates began to creak open and I got back into my car and drove on in.
When I got into my room, I looked at old Grandfather. He was reading 1:56.
I took a ten minute shower, washing my hair and scrubbing myself squeaky clean. When I got out, I put a dark green sweater dress on with black leggings and my boots, grabbed my black leather jacket and my weapons. Then I went back into my bathroom and put on a light red lipstick; dark, shadowy eye-shadow and lots of mascara that made my jade green eyes sparkle brightly somehow. Before I vandalized my jewelry box for my silver and emerald earrings and necklace, I straightened my jet black hair and brushed out my bangs.
A lot of Vampire women did one of two things with their hair, since it ceases to grow after a year of being turned. Usually, the women cut their hair really, really short and get wigs. Second, some of us cut our hair once to fit different purposes and styles after we are turned and that was it. I was one of the latter.
I just finished throwing my purse together and my cell in it when I heard a loud knock on the door.
Opening the door to Nicolae, I glanced at the clock. 3:01.
“You are a minute late. You should be ashamed.”
“I am. How could I have been late to see you? You look amazing, by the way. Are you ready?”
“Yup. Let’s go.”















Chapter 3: Date One, Hate Two





He took me out to a nice steak restaurant and we ordered two rare steaks, mashed potatoes, salads, and Bloody Marys. It turns out that the Bloody Mary was invented by a Vampire named Mary. She had poured some blood into a glass of Vodka and voilà! The world’s first Bloody Mary.
The humans somehow managed to invent a concoction of their own they called a Bloody Mary. When Julia had ordered the Bloody Mary the night I was turned and she was arrested, she had shown the waiter one of her fangs. Turns out, the club that we had gone to was owned by the Vamps.
After we had dinner, did some clubbing and gambling, we headed back to VampTown... Where he dropped the bomb on me.
“Go pack your bags for two nights, Adrianna. You too, Michael.
“Huh? What, why?” I inquired, suddenly very confused. “I am soooo not spending the night in your room, Nicolae.”
“We are going to Vampir al Curtii Regale.”
“Why.” I demanded. I refused to back to the Vampirial Court until Julia’s trial.
“What’s Vampir al Curtii Regale?” asked Michael. Newbies never know Romanian.
“It’s Romanian for The Vampire’s Royal Court.” I
“Something happened to Julia. The officials are still investigating whether she broke out or she was taken” he checked his watch. “Fifteen minutes till the plane leaves, so hurry.”
I sped into my room packing some PJ’s, undergarments, a black and white suit and my Hunters’ formal uniform, and a few other fighting clothes and regular clothes into a black bag. I knew we would be at Court for a while. Mike had his bags still packed from moving in so he just grabbed one and came out in a few minutes.

When we got close to the airport, a very strange and unwelcome feeling washed over me. It was a feeling of doubt, sorrow and hatred mixed together, that made me freeze and go silent mid-laugh.
“What’s wrong, Adrianna?” asked Nicolae his laughter fading as he saw my face.
I turned around in my seat in the direction that the feeling was the strongest- out the left window. And I saw them. The two Zombies hovering in the shadows, fresh blood dripping from the corners of their mouths, staring after the limo we were in. They were, by far, the most abnormal Zombies I had seen- abnormal by Zombie standards at least.
“Driver!” I shouted “Speed up! Do not stop this vehicle or, so God help me, I will kill you!”
I heard the tires squeal and made a split second decision. The airport was already in clear view. I couldn’t risk the Zombies catch up to us. I opened the car door.
“What the hell is going on? Or perhaps the better question is: what the hell are you doing?”
“Saving our asses.” I rolled out of the speeding limo and onto the pavement pulling out Blaze and standing up to face the monsters heading towards me.
“Hello, Adrianna. Or should I say, Ishtar?” asked the midget Zombie.
I froze. Three feelings washed over me at once. The first one: fear. How did this gut-sucking corpse know my name? The second: rage. I was not going to let this undead thing get the better of me. Third: recognition. Even though I was pretty sure I had never heard that name in my life, something in me tingled when he said that name. Ishtar…
Then I remembered that I was facing two Zombies that had just eaten dinner. Their eyes staring at me with that same hatred filled gaze and their pointed teeth looked up at me with blood dripping out of their mouths. The midget one had something that looked like part of the small intestine dangling out of his mouth. He sucked it up like it was a piece of spaghetti. Ewww! Gross! I thought to myself.
“Hello friendly neighborhood stalker slash murderer.” I growled. The Zombies jumped me. Ducking out of the way I spun around in a circle whipping out and kicking Teeny-Tiny right in the face. The larger one snarled and tried to punch me in the gut, but I had tightened my muscles having seen it coming. The impact still hurt but I didn’t keel over. I grinned at the monster and threw my fist into his face. Bull’s-eye. He staggered backwards into the bushes. At this point I seemed to realize I was missing something. My Blazer! I looked around frantically for it; I had dropped it when I ducked. There, it was right next to Tiny. He looked down at it then up at me.
“Missing something?” He snarled and kicked it away from me and into the bushes.
“Nope.” I replied mocking his own tone and charged him like a bull.
His eyes only had time to widen before I tackled him and pinned him to the ground. Then the Zombie that had been in the bushes came out and I knew I had maybe ten seconds to kill Tiny before his buddy came up on me. I reached over Tiny’s head and grabbed my Blazer in one smooth movement. In the next, I had shoved the fire infused dagger into Tiny’s heart. As I pulled it out, flames erupted inside his body and gradually made their way to the outside of his body through his eyes, mouth, ears, nose and any other opening in his body from any type of injury.
“Bitch!” screamed Fatso.
“And you honestly think I haven’t heard that one before?” I asked, amazed at how calm I sounded.
I pulled out my gun and shot Fatso in the face. The one blow made him fall on his face. Or rather his stomach, since it hit the ground first. I sighed as I meandered on to the body and I decapitated him using Blaze.
I looked up as something hit me- a ray of sun. My skin was bright reddish brown on my arm. I ducked into the cover of the trees. I had a few minutes to make it to the plane and not get roasted in the sunlight. Great. I bullet-ran praying I would make it.

- - - - - -

The plane was out in the sun and I was in the shadows of the airport. Damn. I had to get to that plane. It was just my luck that a bag boy was driving the truck past my hiding spot.
“Hey! You!” I shouted, catching his attention. “I need a ride to that plane! Can you give me one?” He looked at me like I was crazy and started to shake his head. I pulled out my gun, Boom, and his eyes widened with fear.
“Call for help, I shoot. Don’t give me a ride, I shoot.” I growled climbing into the car and pulled my jacket over my head to avoid the sun. He got me there and I tipped him with two Ben Franklins and his life as I got on board. The sun was on the other side of the plane so I didn’t need to worry about being fried as I got on the Royal Independence (one of the Vampire’s private jets).
“We missed you Adrianna. Thought you had been killed.”
I looked down at my filthy dress and tattered leggings.
“I’m still here.” I said in answer to Nicolae’s question, and walked down the plane’s blood red carpet. All the windows had been covered with the black sun-proof curtains. I found a seat with a laptop and sat back. The jet was loaded with the highest technology. An HD flat screen, a huge stereo, four black laptops, a weapons closet and a full bar are only some of the things that filled our customized Boeing Business Jet.
After a few minutes of silence the plane took off. The pilots and the flight attendants were humans so they could fly and roam about during the day.
“What happened?” Michael finally asked.
“I killed two pain in the ass Zombies.” I muttered.
“Two? At once? Really?”
“Yes. You will be doing the same thing during the attack.”
“The attack? What attack?” Without realizing it I had said the attack, meaning the November attack.
“An attack. I’m tired, guys. Let me rest.”
And they did. I fell asleep almost instantly. My dreams as always were nightmares. It was a repeat of the vision at the Testing facility, only in more detail. I saw Julia in clarity. There was no mistaking that it was her I saw this time. I saw her dark red and black curls tied in her usual pony tail, her usual black and red Converse with the black leather jacket I had given her for one of her ‘birthdays’ and black skinny jeans. That was Julia alright. She was running away from me, but that was not was I was surprised by. She stopped running when she got to a body. She kneeled down and picked it up, lifting up the neck to her own neck. The dream was fading and her image was becoming very fuzzy. Her jade green eyes had turned into the coldest of blues was the first thing I noticed as she looked up and stared right at me. I had never seen them so cold and empty. I sat up in a cold sweat, awake and afraid.
“Where exactly are we headed?” asked Michael in a low voice. They must not realize I am awake.
“Romania.” I answered for Nicolae, standing up. I turned to Nicolae and asked, ”Speaking of which, were are your other clones?”
“I am surprised you didn’t ask that earlier.”
“Figured they were chilling in the Commons of V-town, I just realized that they should be here, and, obviously, they are not.”
“Hmm… They are at Curtii, waiting for our arrival.”
“Ah.”
I turned my back to him and found my black bag and headed into one of the jet’s two bedrooms that were complete with bathrooms. The boys would either be sharing a bed or Michael would be sleeping on the couch. More than likely the latter.
There was no way Michael would be getting the bedroom.






Chapter 4: The Vampirial Court





After twenty-six hours and fifty-five minutes of flight and two stops in Chicago and in Warsaw, Poland, we finally made it to the Vampire’s Royal court. We got off the Plane and were greeted by world class Hunters and Protectors.
“Hallo cum te simţi prietenul meu?” (How are you my friend?) I asked to the woman in front of me. Roxana is her name and she is a non-Royal that has been around since the 1200’s. She is the Lady’s most trusted advisor, assistant.
“I sînt bun I Mai a fi released dacă I a face nu află Julia. I într-adevăr nevoie al tău ajutor acum Adrianna… Ce greşeală cu pe el?” (I am good I may be released if I do not find Julia. I really need your help now, Adrianna... What is wrong with him?) she asked gesturing towards Michael.
“Mihai? El was chiar scimbare.” (Michael? He was just changed.) I answered.
“The new ones never know the Language do they?” she asked speaking English. Her voice was hearty and laced with a very heavy Romanian accent. She gestured to the Vampire behind her and looked back to Michael.
“These are the secondary Vampires that the Lord Cirilo and Lady Regina have changed.” She turned and looked at the two Secondaries in the middle of the line.
“Clara, Sandu. I would like you to show Michael the Court and the Castle and his room. Nicolae, I believe you know your way around here. All I ask is that you do not visit the Prison Chambers.” Clara, Michael and Sandu left without a word. Sandu was carrying Michael’s bags.
“Of course. Roxana, my room is the same as it always is I presume?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Good. Adrianna, when you are finished, would you mind meeting me in the apartment lobby?”
“Sure.”
“Good. I will be waiting.” He left with all seven of his Protectors, who carried his luggage and flanked him on both sides.
“Adrianna, if you would follow me. The Lord and Lady would like to speak with you.” We began to walk and talk and the seven remaining Secondary Vampires followed us.
“What about?”
“That was not disclosed. I was told to welcome you and bring you to the Throne room. Irina will bring your bags to your room- the one you stayed in previously. I hop you remember…”
“I do.”
“Good. Have you had any contact, at all, with Julia since the last time you were here ten years ago? Maybe you saw her after she was sentenced to the ten years till trial?”
“No. I never actually saw her. But in a way I guess I did.” I stopped mid-sentence.
“What do you mean?”
“I saw her in a dream- its nothing. I have been having dreams about when I was first turned. I don’t know why. Other than that, I have not seen her. No I have not had any form of contact from her either. You have my word Roxana. I have nothing to hide from you.” I said turning to stand in front of her. We had reached the doors to the Throne room and I had to go talk to the Lady and the Lord.
“Fine, I will see you later.”
“Bye.” I muttered as I turned to face the giant oak doors with two Protectors standing in front of them.
The doors matched the rest of the Court/ Palace. The Court itself was a white marble and stone building with Greek-style pillars all around it. The roof was a huge dome that rounded to a point. It has a huge court yard all lined with more marble pillars. In the middle of the courtyard are the gallows.
Yes, gallows. The Royal Vampires enjoy watching law-breakers be tortured, so they have public hangings. They hang and then they leave the person to be burned to ashes when the sun rises. It’s truely sickening.
At the tip of the dome, there was a flag held by a ‘statue’. The statue, I knew, had been a Secondary that pissed off the Lady somehow. As a punishment, the Lady had turned her to a marble statue, using her ‘controllable’ Medusa-like powers.
The Vampirial Flag that the girl will be holding for eternity is all black and had a symbol in blood red similar to a cross. The only difference was that the top of the cross was spread into a V, called a Fermort. Fermort meant, “to bring death”.
Beside the Court was the Palace ‘church’. The House of Worship was just as innocent as the Court. It was white with several columns and a scrolling edge around the roof-top. It had a sense of Holiness breathing from it, as it was seeping through the doors and windows. Yes, we Vampires did follow religion, walk into churches and touch crosses. We just had our own faiths that we followed. Most of us followed the Greek mythologies for the fun of it. Some of the others followed similar religions, myself included. I liked the idea of different Gods and Goddesses controlling things. I was the only one who didn’t actually follow any religion. I just researched and looked into the mythologies. So far I had a favorite Goddess, Ishtar. She was considered to be the Giver and Taker of Life, the Queen of the Underworld and the, well, the Heavenly Cow. Her sacred animals are the Dove and the Tiger. A sign of evil and of peace… Ironic, actually.
The Palace, however, was more like what you would expect from a Vampire. Large, black and gothic, the huge structure loomed in front of the Court and the House of Worship (HOW). Surrounded by the same black wrought- iron gates as the Court, it showed the contrast of light and dark.
The gargoyles on the roof seemed to stare at every person that walked by. It was eerie at first, but you got used to it. The windows were all gigantic stained glass and the doors all dark oak with black gargoyle knockers.
On the inside of the castle were several stairs and doors with a Protector at each one. I currently stood outside the biggest set of doors.
Meeting the eyes of the Protector on duty I nodded my head and he jerked his head up slightly. He turned towards the doors and opened them. They made a loud creaking noise as they were jerked to the open position.
The Protector walked me into the dark, shiny room with black marble floors and pillars. The Lord and Lady were sitting on two identical golden thrones.
The Lady had a crown of black roses with the thorns still in. The tiara was supposed to be a symbol of the Lady itself; the roses are of the gothic beauty that only she shall have, and the thorns are of the Lady’s sharpness and harshness. Her auburn hair had been pulled up into braids and wrapped around her head. She was wearing a plain black gown that hugged her waist and showed off her curves with a large gold necklace of a cross.
The Lord was wearing a gold band around his head that had some sort of black ink in it. The black ink seemed to be constantly changing shape and moving and revolving around his head. It was like an alarm always reminding us that the central power was the Lord. He was of a slightly plump build and had gray eyes with platinum blonde hair.
“My Lord, my Lady. Adrianna is here as you requested.” He said kneeling on one knee and putting one hand behind his back and the other outstretched towards their Majesties in the traditional form. His head was bowed so low that it was a wonder his nose didn’t touch the floor.
“Leave us. I asked to see Adrianna not you, Abd. ” Said the Lord, his voice was nonchalant and uncaring. I hadn’t bowed down to them and the Lady glared at me for it. I’m sorry, but I refuse to bow down to some old bitchy hag whose sole purpose is to make as many lives miserable as possible.
I stood tall as Abd straightened and walked out of the room. As he brushed by me, I saw that his face had a slight brush of color to it.
“Adrianna, how have you been this past decade?” asked the Lady in a bitter, cold tone as soon as the door was closed.
“I have been fine. How have you been?” I deliberately left out the ‘my Lady’ and I think she noticed that because her eyes glare got colder.
“Where have your manners gone, Adrianna? You weren’t like this the last time I saw you.”
“They went with the last of my humanity, my Lady”. I muttered sarcastically.
“Hmm. I could have sworn you were a Vampire the last time I saw you.”
“I was. And I still am. But that doesn’t mean that I have to be proud of what I am. “
“I think this is hilarious that you two argue over the simplest things.” The lord murmured, finally saying something. He glanced up from his nails looking extremely bored.
“I don’t find turning people into statues for the fun of it ‘simple’, my Lord.”
“Huh.”
“I don’t find your opinion worthy of listening to so lets get to the point.” Her voice was crisp, annoyed.
“Yes, lets.” Sighed Cirilo in agreement.
There was a moment’s pause before Regina began to talk.
“Dupa cum probabil stiti, Julia izbucnit de la cel mai puternic pazit inchisoare aici la Curte. Am crezut ca ea avea un complice de un fel. Avem motive sa credem ca sunteti complice ei.” (As you probably know, Julia broke out of the most heavily guarded prison here at Court. We believe that she had an accomplice of some sort. We have reason to believe that you are her accomplice.)
“What? I haven’t-“
“Stim ca esti o sa spun ca nu te-ai facut asta si ca nu v-ati vazut-o. De aceea sintem iti ofera o sansa sa-si dovedeasca nevinovatia dumneavoastra.” (We know you are going to say that you did not do it and that you have not seen her. That is why we are offering you a chance to prove your innocence.)
“Pai ce, doamna?” (Well what is it, my Lady?) I asked my voice suddenly as cold as ice- almost colder than Regina’s herself.

Should we hear of people getting kicked to pits of death, like in 300?

At least your series is bound to have an easier time making peace with Vampire Academy than Vampire Academy is doing with twilight[despite the fact i know Mead has nothing personal against Meyer...her position would be so much stronger, if it didn't feel like she was just using music from Disturbed, when she writes.She needs more bands than just Disturbed, like Nine Inch Nails or Papa Roach, when she writes!]

Do you go for more bands than just Disturbed?

Ummm... Ok...

What do you mean by that...?

Alright, so Mead also listened to Within Temptation, as well as Disturbed, but we need more bands for the books than just these two[although i'd give a positive, decent, warm reception to the Paramore band, if they're included on the list of bands, at least!]

RandD4ever wrote:

Okay... It is 20 pages on microsoft word....

The Dark Hearts Series Book 1:
Dark Hearts
By:
Lana Danzen

Yay! I found it. It has been nagging me... i KNEW there was something on this site i said i would read but i couldn't remember what and when i came to this thread all i saw was Tony talking about playlists ( for some reason ). I book mark all threads i respond to so that really is no help. i really should invest in some memory pills..or atleast a post it pad lol. But yay excited. I shall read this today :-)

Okay.

Tell me if you like it!

Ok this time for real... YAY i found it AGAIN. LOL. DO you mind if i copy and and paste it onto my Microsoft word since it's kinda lengthy? It's just i haven't read it yet because i don't stay online long. I will delete it after i read it. I just promised to read and i keep my word and that's the best way for me to read it read it quickly.

I rewrote everything so I am gonna delete it. I can repost the new beginning of it if you want.

Sure! I haven't read the other one yet because i was waiting for your response. So if you post the new one I will definitely read it.

Okay sorry I haven't responded. I havent been on in a while. I am on my cell right now so I can't post it until I get to a computer. I really don't care if you copy and paste it, as long as you don't steal my idea... and I dont know how you could because nothing is revealed in what I will post.

Ps... it stinks and I know so If you dont like something can you tell me? I want some feed back... I have character who is a vampire named Larry. Is that lame or funny? I will post when he is introduced.

I promised no stealing from me. I'm not a story writer- more a memoir writing and poetry writer anyway. It's just easier on my eyes to read a white screen and i can make the font bigger.. love shadow bite but the tiny white font really is hard on my eyes when reading long passages.

I'll be honest. I always am. Constructive criticism only. I kinda like the name Larry. So ordinary with is radically different from the likes of a vampire.