I didnt know where to put it so i put it here..hope u like it:)


Tap!Tap! There was that sound again. It was so annoyingly loud, but it did drown out the screams in the volgende room. Tap!! Who the hell would bother to disturb me on a Monday morning? Bang!!
"What the hell!" I yell rolling of my bed and dragging myself towards the door. When i finally open it theres Michael starring at me with his blood red eyes.
"Damn Lilly!! Ive been banging at your door since freakin' six in the morning! Are u freakin' deaf of something?God!"
"Let's just say that i did hear u but ignored it. Dude, do u know...

Vampires are hard to recognise, but with trained eyes, somehow, we manage. Vampires stick out with their, graceful movement, usually hidden eyes and very height-of-fashion (-ish) clothes. But for me; they have certain ‘features’ that my brain categorizes as a vampire. I watched every person that passes me, then my eyes locked in place, at a tall man, dark sun-glasses, a long coat, to his ankles (maybe not so much height-of-fashion), spiky black hair, and a light stubble, he was gorgeous; meer reason to say he was a vampire. The AVS has a special sign language; that may look as normal hand...

"Abracadabra!" Gregg yelled as he brought the twig up in the air, and then brought it back down to touch the rock. Mace laughed volgende to him.
"You stupid mortal." She continued to laugh as she took the twig in her hands and broke it in two.
“What do u mean Mace? I thought u were mortal?” Gregg knew that Mace sometimes acted bipolar, but he also knew that Mace was playing, so he decided to play along.
“Not today!” She yelled in his face. “Today I am a vampire princess.” She twirled around in her black dress, making sure he saw her until she stopped.
“Humph.’ Paul said. “Well...

Now listen up. I am gonna tell u the truth. Vampires do not glitter and do not hate werewolves and we don’t have these unquenchable blood lusts u humans talk about, we are totally different. We are the real thing.


Those authors who write about us, they are us they are part of our society they just have to twist some truths that make it meer fictional if they did write about us for real they would be killed simple as. Not door stake of biting just poisoning so why am i telling u the truth, well let’s just say I’m an exception.


My name is Princess Elayia of the Vampire society. I wasn’t...

“Thanks for… the…um… the thing.” Someone said, Erik. I knew before I even turned, some how he snuck up to me.
“You already did thank me.” I zei simply.
“I know… but I wanted to thank u properly–”
“Please don’t…” I whispered. He chuckled.
“I insist, as a gentleman –” he stopped, when Mr. Louse came with the drink.
“Look!” I said, harsher than I intended. “you don’t like me, and I don’t like you…” I lowered my voice into a fierce whisper “let’s keep that way.”
“Yes well… it doesn’t have to be that way.”
He pushed his chair, closer...

Ok, I know the name is out there, i couldnt come up with anything better so, sorry. hope u like it...


Vampires are known throughout the world. Humans think they know, but they don’t. Every three in ten humans, are vampires; they just don’t know how to awaken the power they possess, some are born with it, others make deals with the Devils. of some cursed with this in their afterlife… but there are there is a group of people who dare to hunt, and destroy them.

Vampire Hunters, are a society of people who know the truth, it takes a lot to be one, even harder to become one.
“Are u done...

Chapter Two

I awoke in a white room, the light stung my eyes slightly but they soon adjusted. I was on a small bed which was also white, and a wooden chair and bedside tafel, tabel were nearby which were, never guess what, white. The room was sterilised and spiering, spieringen weird. There was a strange device in my mouth which had dozens of tiny wires going through it. I tried to remove the device and succeeded but after a voice came from a white speaker in the corner of the room,
“Leave that in” the voice was unmistakably female, but a worn voice of a tired woman.
“Why” I asked, obviously she had expected...

Chapter One

The forest air was clean and the night sky clear. I padded through the forest, took a deep breath and could smell the different flowers starting to open up for their suns morning rays. The birds started their individual calls. Individual. Something my kind try not to be. From an early age I was taught to follow rules, instructions and never ask vragen but that soon changed for me. While my family went hunting, I stayed home pagina and studied all different subjects. My family and the villagers are omnivores (but mostly consume meat) while I'm the only herbivore in known Lykeian history....