Role Play Here

haha i know the feeling i use jaxella for everything- how about charlie? for a girls name i dont see it in books much

I want the name to kinda like Fit her. U know. Ill Write more then mabye we could come up with a better name. But Ill put charile as a mabye.

thats a good picture)

This story started with a bang, then a scream, and ended with this screeching

evil laugh. Through my burly eyes, i saw a women with red eyes. Blood dripping

from her lips. She was smiling at us, laying on the floor. We must have look

dead to her. The floor was slaplatered with the color red. As so was my hair.

As the wicked women left out the door into the cold fall night, I pushed my self

up and looked around. I felt my Neck and felt the bite marks. I hated the fact

that now, life as I knew would be much different then I planed. I dislike the

fact that my life is changed, and i didn't get to pick if I wanted it changed. I

touched the blood and look at it. Now, I don't crave food. I crave the sweet

taste of blood. I lick my finger. The blood tasted sweet, different but

something my stomach craved. It was a odd, strange feeling my stomach now had. I

knew what that feeling was, I wouldn't let myself admit it. I loved how this

blood tasted and I was hungry for more. I was also afraid of myself. What if I

turned into someone who kills people that had no right to die? I stood up and

looked at my parents. They looked like there were dead. Not vampires, just dead.

Is that what I really am? A vampire? I had always thought that they were just

blood sucking freaks. Is there much more to them? I grab my coat and walk

outside. Maybe it was just a dream I would wake up from. Or a nightmare that

just might end.

stuck... D:

It's really good.

Well. Thank u. But im Stuck D:

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Chapter One:

This wasn’t the way I planned my life, I mean after life, after Middle School. This was nothing like what I had imagined. I had imagined meeting new friends in High School. Yet, here I am. Leaning against an alley wall watching the living wander by not noticing my presence. New York wasn’t what I thought it was. It seemed as though the sidewalk would never end, nor would my life. It all started in a winter haze in which I made the biggest mistake of my life.

I guess it started when my father was driving our moving van, as we arrived in the state of New York. I looked out my window, it seemed calmer then New York city a nice place for a teenage girl such as myself to have a new beginning. My younger brother Xion had his face against the window. I sighed, I had moved away from my friends to this place. When we arrived at our small two story house. I wandered around to stretch my legs out after the long car ride. I felt a cold winter breeze on my neck, as I crossed the street I thought about the new school I would be going to. I sat down by the shallow pond across the street from our new house. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I had no friends, and I certainly wouldn’t hang out with Xion. Xion was the most annoying ten year old I had ever had the misfortune to meet. Being related to him was terrible.

I sighed, stood up, and walked across the street, pushing some of my black hair out of my face. I went into my room, it was upstairs and was painted a dark purple. Sighing, I unpacked. That seemed to take forever, when I finally finished I plopped down on my bed, and stared at the ceiling fan. That’s when I heard it. Weird, demonic laughter coming from the ceiling. I shook it off, thinking about Xion’s video games, and fell asleep, this was my worst mistake ever. I had always had a weird interest in ghosts, which made people think I was a freak. Okay, maybe in their perspective I was. The laughter again, I sat up in bed, a cold sweat breaking out on my face. I threw my sheets off myself, and pounded down the hallway into Xion’s room. “Xion?” I asked cautiously peering around the door. I saw him sitting in bed, his eyes wide. He had his sheets clutched up to his chin as though he would die if he were to loosen his grip. “I-I heard it too.” He stammered before I could even speak. Xion was also interested in the paranormal world. We both exchanged weird looks. “It was terrible.” I said, sitting on his bed. Xion nodded his head slowly. “I felt as though darkness was closing in on me. Trying to kill me.” He said not stopping to take a breath, as though he wanted to get the worst out quickly. I gave him a comforting look, or what I thought was one. I walked outside, and slowly shut his door. I knew that nothing living had made that noise. I settled back down in my bed, and managed to fall asleep again. I awoke yet again in the middle of the night. My hands itched to kill, to commit murder. I saw the world through different eyes, then I was normal. I wiped the cold sweat off my head and collapsed into the chair by my desk. Xion might have been annoying, but he was the only one who I could tell about what just happened. I settled on telling him in the morning, not wanting to awake him again. I knew for sure the house we had moved into was haunted. I knew I had just been possessed. I heard thumping and faint laughter coming from above. Shuddering from the cold and fright of being possessed I fell asleep in the wooden chair.

The next day I walked down stairs to breakfast. I sat in front of Xion, who had his shaggy hair in his face. I knew what he looked like though, his pale skin would be paler and his icy blue eyes would be red and blood shot from a sleepless night. I rubbed my eyes yawning. Our father had already left for work. He had gotten a new job about an hour away from our new home. Xion pushed his hair out of his eyes and looked at me “So, what are we going to do today?” He asked me. I knew that he wanted to do something together. Neither of us had many friends. I decided it wouldn’t be too bad to hang out with him for a day. “We could just hang out outside.” I suggested. Xion nodded his head silently in agreement. I knew he wanted to discuss last night. We finished our cold pancakes in silence and walked outside. “What happened last night?” Xion asked me timidly as we began crossing the street, walking to the small pond across the street. It was a humid and foggy morning. As we approached the pond, I pondered my answer. I knew that what I thought it was would scare Xion, the story that backed up my theory would terrify him. I sighed, trying to decide what I would do. Xion watched me with those eyes that seemed to see through me to my soul. I knew I couldn’t keep a secret from him. “I think it was a demon or ghost.” I told him, my voice was faint and far away. Just thinking about last night made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Xion stared at me, he had gone rigid. I knew it scared him, but he needed to know the truth. Didn’t he, or was the truth too much for a ten year old boy who barely understood his Fractions homework? I regretted my choice as Xion sat down by me tenderly as though he thought the ground would cave in on him. I looked at the pond’s murky surface. No reflection peered back at me. Then I saw something glitter.

I was foolish to bend over and try to grab it, utterly foolish. It looked like my mother’s old necklace, I was given after her death. I edged quietly nearer to the water’s edge. Reaching for the glitter of silver. It seemed to be moving farther and farther from me. I tried to grab it, not thinking right.I was unaware of Xion staring at me dumbfounded. He saw no necklace. All he saw was me reaching for something that wasn’t there. I was now down to my ankles in the freezing water. Unaware of the cold I groped around in the water where the locket had been a few seconds earlier. Only to find it had been moved out farther. I wasn’t thinking of last night, nor of the demon lurking around the neighborhood. I reached blindly into the deeper waters, fifteen feet deep. As I groped for the necklace, I saw it stop moving right in the middle of the pond. I reached for it, and slipped on the pond’s pebble bottom. I tumbled into the freezing water, in the instance I tried to scream water filled my mouth. I heard Xion trying to get to me but failing. He disappeared, my vision blurring. Too weak from the cold to move, I tried to grab onto the pebbles and pull myself up. I couldn’t it was no use, in a few minutes everything went dark.

The next time I saw, I was looking at my body lying limply in a hospital bed. Shaking my head lightly, I wondered why I was seeing my body instead of seeing out of it. Then I understood. I was no longer living. Xion sat by my bed, alone. My father no doubt, was at work and couldn’t leave. I wanted to go and comfort him, tell him I wasn’t gone. After all I was sitting right there, a few feet away from him. Yet, something inside me told me that was a bad idea. Sighing, I tried to lean against a wall. I was more foolish then I thought. I slipped through the wall and into an empty waiting room. Sighing I leaned against the wall and appeared back in my room. Seeing my pale limp figure was odd, I was seeing my body while my spirit and soul was sitting right in a corner of the room. I saw Xion look around, as though he had heard something. I watched him curiously, his eyes wandered over to the corner I was sitting in. His eyes widened to three times their normal size as he gaped at me in shock. Why was he doing this, he couldn’t see me…could he? I spoke quietly, my voice sounded like it normally would. “Xion, can you see me?” I asked. Xion nodded his head slightly, still dumbfound. I took a step closer to him, “Xion, whatever you do. Don’t scream.” I said, almost begging him. I wanted to find out if anyone else could see me on my own. Xion just looked at me, then at my body. I walked out of the room and into an empty hallway. I lightly jogged to the busy reception room. I walked by several people. They all, suddenly got colder and a little paler, yet couldn’t seem to see me. I trudged back to my room, I saw Xion getting ready to call a taxi. Feeling bad that I had been more occupied getting the necklace that wasn’t there, that I forgot about him. Now he was alone most of the day. I followed him, not wanting to do anything else to him until we returned home.

When we arrived back home I decided it was time to speak again. “Xion,” I said timidly tapping his shoulder. I saw the hairs on the back of his neck stand as he turned around. The look of horror on his face made me feel bad I even came home with him. “N-Nicki?” He stammered, looking right at me. This proved he really could see and hear me. “What are you doing here?” He asked me, glancing around. “If there really is a demon here, no one’s safe. Not even a spirit….” He trailed off, staring at me in awe. As though that was a cue, the demonic laughter started up. Though it sounded far away, as though it were outside. “It murdered me.” I whispered, suddenly realizing what had made the silver glint that had lead me to my doom. Xion sighed, and sat on the couch. “I should fix dinner before Dad gets home.” He said, as though he was dreading it. “I’ll help.” I quickly offered as we began walking into the kitchen. “If you can.” Xion said quietly. I knew he thought I would go through the food, and other cooking items. I frowned, when I remembered he was right. I gave him whispered instructions, for our father got home before he had finished. I watched him serve the food, as I sat in the kitchen doorway. I didn’t listen to the conversation, but sat in thought. When would the demon strike next? Who would it be? Could it possess people and force them to kill? These thoughts swirled in my head. I didn’t notice when Xion and my father started cleaning the kitchen. I moved out of the way, before my father walked through me. Xion kept shooting me glances, as though to make sure I was still there. I smiled faintly at him, every time he did. He was trying to act sad for our father. Yet, I knew that he couldn’t when he knew I was still there, even if I wasn’t living. I heard the laughter often that night, our father didn’t seem to notice, as he watched the news and read the paper silently. Xion stayed near me the rest of the day. My father didn’t seem to care, nor notice I was gone. I fought back the anger I felt deep down inside me. He didn’t care I was dead, he didn’t seem to notice! Xion was quiet most of the day, he had gotten along with my father before our mother’s death. Our father had been turned into something that greatly resembled a zombie after her death. He never talked to anyone anymore. Sighing, I went upstairs to Xion’s room. He walked in shortly after me, his hair soaked from his shower. He sat on his bed and gazed at me. “Nicki, I’m not going to school tomorrow.” He told me quietly. “I’m going to figure out what’s going on around here.” He explained. I stared at him, he had always taken school so seriously. “I’m going to bed. Night.” He said, turning his lamp off, and burrowing into his covers. “Night.” I replied, curling up in his beanbag chair. I stayed awake though, looking around. I tried to figure out what was going on as well. I decided that I would help Xion with researching the history of our neighborhood. I then fell asleep quickly. Or at least closed my eyes and allowed my thoughts to take over my head.

It's three pages exactly  so far. :3 

what? lol

HeartBroken at August 7, 2011 at 11:00 AM

I love it! And I love the brothers name. To me he seemed like 17 and Idk why hut it seemed he had silver hair. I have a idea! Not for any of the books but it's a good one..:)

 Xion(shawn)'s ten and has black hair like Nicki. 

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