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NOTE!!!

NOTE:

i've changed the main character's name :3

it's not Kaiyashi anymore. it was way too damn hard to spell over and over again and i was getting sick of the damn red line under it after i typed it on Word. so yeah.

it's now: Kyra. x] (as if you didn't know that was coming! xD kidding)

and i'll post more when i get the chance. i've been having writers block lately and i've been trying to fix up the first couple parts that i have already posted because i came up with some more ideas and stuff.

so yeah.

later gators.

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More of Vampire Death

mmkkkk here's more of it

enjoy! x3 (and i'm not anywhere near done with this story so hopefully there will be more to come soon ^^'')

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And there you have it, my first visit to the club Vampire Death. The name, Vampire Death, is quite ironic for a club full of vampires if you ask me. You could be asking yourself: “Why call it Vampire Death?” I asked myself the same thing. Actually, I’m sure many of the other vampires asked themselves the same question. I haven’t figured it out quite yet why anyone would want to name it that. Maybe you can figure it out for me. As I told you before, I’ve been going to Vampire Death ever since my first time there. Sometimes I sit there and draw, adding things to my sketch book which I call: Den of the Vampires. It’s my own little world inside a giant pad of paper. I’ll come right here after school and sit in my booth in the back. (I’ve claimed it my own since everyone knows that’s where I sit.) I’ll draw everyone around me. Sometimes adding five pages to it a day. It just depends on how long I stay. If I stay until it’s closed, which is basically until the next morning, I’ll get a lot of pages drawn. If I go home around ten at night I don’t get many pages drawn. Not many vampires come out until later on in the middle of the night. And on Friday nights I know better than to bring anything valuable if I want to join in on the Blood Bath. They do the Blood Bath every Friday night and I know now not to bring my sketch book or back pack on that night. So I stop home after school and then sneak out of the house when it’s time. Not that I need to sneak out. It’s not like my mom cares where I’m going anyways. And, since I’m really not allowed to be in night clubs yet, the bartender comes over and checks on my every once in a while. We’ve become quite good friends. I show him what I’ve drawn and he gives me a free drink. (And no… do you really think that in a vampire night club they would sell alcohol? I didn’t think so!) He’s about my age. He’s actually only a year older even though he’s been the same age for about thirty years. We talk about things… random things. It’s usually about school and what it’s like living with the mortals. I’ve never called them mortals before… I always thought we were the same race. It never occurred to me that I might be something else, something not exactly human.
“Hey, Hun. Drawing again?” he asks settling down in the seat across from me. He plops down a big glass of liquid on the table and slides it towards me.
“What else would I be doing, Quade?” I replied looking up at him through my bangs. “I’m always drawing, you idiot.”
“You’re so kind to your only friend in here, Kaiyashi.” Quade replied smirking at me.
I glared at him while staring at him right in the eye. His wild green eyes flared with curiosity of what my comeback might be. I smacked him upside the head causing his fairly long red hair, which covered his left eye, to get messy and out of place. He frowned and then made a face at me.
“You’re not my only friend! I know plenty of other vampires,” I said, getting antsy.
“Oh? Really? Might I ask who you may be talking about?”
I sighed. He was right as usual. Who else did I know but him? It’s not like any of the other vampires talked to me. They think I’ve been hanging around with the mortals for too long and that I’m not good enough to join them. They’re all morons if you ask me. All they think about is who they’re going to kill off next for their next meal. Pathetic… really pathetic. I mean… if that was all I thought about I don’t think I’d be able to handle school; even though I’ve been going there less and less. If I’m going to be a vampire for the rest of my life, what’s the point of going to school? Am I right? The way I see it is this: If I’m going to live forever there’s no need to even bother!
“Never mind that, Quade. What’s up?” I asked, not really sure what else to say.
“You’ve been skipping school a lot lately. Is there something wrong?”
It’s like he just read my mind!!! How does he do this? Note to self: Figure out Quade’s secret!
“No, there’s nothing wrong. Why would you ask that?”
“You just seem to be here more than usual. That’s all.” Quade replied, brushing his hair out of his face with the back of his hand. It didn’t work though and his hair fell right back into place.
“I just don’t feel like going.”
“Not everyone feels like doing what they have to do, Hun. You can’t just skip school because you don’t feel like it.” Quade stated, as if he was going to start giving me a lecture.
“There’s no need for me to go if I’m just going to live forever! Geez! What are you my mother?!” I yelled, starting to get angry. I hate when people try to control me.
“Who the hell said I was your mother?! Damn! I’m no women! Kaiyashi you’ve been quite pissy lately.”
I grunted and looked back down at my sketch. I was getting aggravated. Of course I’ve been pissy… who wouldn’t be when they have a drunk mother at home, failing grades, no dad to help out, only maybe one friend when they used to have millions, their dog just got ran over by a car, and only have a cat to take care of (besides the drunken mother).
“Is it your mom again?” he asked, realizing I wasn’t going to say anything back to him. “What did she do this time?”
I sighed and looked back up at Quade.
How does he know what I think about? I seriously think he can read my mind…
“She let my dog get hit by a car,” I grumbled with a blank expression on my face.
Quade’s eyes widened. I could tell he was appalled by my statement and the way I said it.
“She did what?! Poor, Sam… that dog lived a good life.”
“Yeah well… I haven’t talked to my mom since then,” I replied under my breath.
Quade sighed deeply and shook his head.
“Maybe you should try talking to her? After all… she is your mother.”
My eyes widened.
“What?! Are you insane?! Have you finally gone mad?!” I cried in a squeaky voice. “Me talk to her about it? She should come to me and talk about it!”
Quade sighed again. He rolled his eyes at me and stood.
“Alright, alright. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Just let me know when you’re done drawing so I can take a look,” Quade said as he walked away.
I sighed and went back to drawing the couple who are sitting in the back corner by themselves. They think no one is watching them. But, what they don’t know is that I’m sitting there with my 2B pencil in hand capturing every one of their movements with a swift flick of my wrist.

It was around two in the morning when I began walking home. You never realize how scary it really is until you walk home alone in the dead of the night. You never know what could jump out at you.
Suddenly I heard snickering in the alley next to me. My eyes widened as I heard loud footsteps getting closer behind me. I began to walk even faster when I heard quiet laughter get louder because of my pitiful attempt to get away. I soon was running to get away but; it didn’t help much because soon I fell flat on my face on the sidewalk. When I looked up I was surrounded by tall teenage boys. My eyes widened as I stood. I tried to stop from shaking but it was apparent I was frightened.
“What can I help you guys with?” I asked them trying to sound tough but my voice was quivering.
“You could help us with a lot of things,” said the boy to my left.
They took me under my arms and dragged me into an alley.
Damn London for having so many alleys!! Just when I need to get home and feed that poor starving cat.
One of the boys lagged farther behind the rest of them. He must’ve been a new comer to the gang. He didn’t look like he had ever harmed anyone. One of the tougher boys pulled him towards me. I could tell that they were planning something and I think it had something to do with the boy who was lagging behind officially belonging.
I don’t like the look of this… they look like they were seriously plotting something…
“Come on C-dawg. You wanna be one of us right?” snickered one of the other boys. He looked like the leader.
If I struggle I may just be able to get out of this…
I looked at the two guys holding my arms. They looked pretty strong. I wasn’t sure if I could squeeze my way out of this one. The leader practically threw C-dawg at me. Then one of the other boys threw a switch blade at C-dawg. My eyes widened along with C-dawg’s.
“What am I supposed to do with this?!” he yelled toward the leader of the gang.
The whole rest of the gang including the leader began laughing at him. I thought this could be my chance to get away and I tried to struggle my way out of the two boys’ grips. Let me tell you something…. Never ever, ever try this when the boys holding you in place are huge and have enormous muscles. I tried to get my arms free but the two boys holding me stopped laughing and one pushed me up against the alley wall.
“You trying to get away, honey?” he asked smirking at me. I finally got a look at him face. He was a pretty boy, dirty blonde hair, green eyes, what was he doing with these guys? He started messing with my school uniform. Well let me be frank: he began to mess with buttons on my shirt. I was getting agitated. I just wanted to get home and feed my cat! Is that too much to ask for?!
Poor Hammy…. He’s all alone with my mother… I’ll be home soon Hammy…
The other boy that was holding me dragged C-dawg over to me. The boy in front of me backed away a little but still held me to the wall. He sure is strong! His grip is so hard it’s cutting off the circulation to my arm!
“C-dawg you wanna be a part of our gang, right? Then get to work.”
“What?! You want me to hurt her?!” cried C-dawg. A big look of surprise on his face. He backed away from me. I began to cry. I knew what was going on. I finally realized they didn’t just want him to hurt me.
The leader pushed him into me.
“You’re not just going to hurt her. You know what we mean. We all had to do it to get in,” he said.
“But it’ll hurt her! And look she’s already crying!” C-dawg cried. He began to back away from me even more.
But, the leader pushed him forward. Then he dragged C-dawg over to me.
“Do it. Or you know what will happen.”
C-dawg’s eyes widened greatly. Through blurry eyes I saw him look bewildered. Maybe they had threatened to kill someone he loves. When the leader let go of C-dawg he ran. He ran out of the alley way and down the street. The whole gang swore and ran after him calling C-dawg probably all the swear words in the book. When they were gone I slid down to the ground.
Go home. Go home. Go home. Go home.
But my body didn’t obey. I stood and ran after the gang. I needed to make sure C-dawg was okay. Suddenly I remembered who I was. A vampire. It occurred to me that I could take all those guys at once if need be. I just needed to learn how to do that. I’ve grown to notice that my fangs only come out when I smell blood. I haven’t been able to figure out how to use my vampire strength yet either. This is going to be one hell of a time if I don’t figure out how to be a vampire.

Part of my Story Vampire Death!!! x3

i hopes you like it.... x3

Ta-Da! ^_~

I can’t remember exactly when it was, the first time I found the night club called Vampire Death; it was a long time ago. I’ve been going there ever since my first time. The flashing lights must’ve drawn me in. Maybe it was the music. That techno beat could’ve drawn me into any place. Or was it that salty yet sweet scent that filled the air around the whole building. I know why it smells so sweet now. But, let me take you back to my first visit to my new place to hangout: Vampire Death.

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I was walking aimlessly downtown when I heard loud echoing techno music coming from a long dark alley. I was quite curious to where the music was coming from. I saw a couple of people walking down the alley way. I decided to go through the two tall buildings and find out where the music was coming from. By the time I was halfway through the two run down and musty buildings I was getting claustrophobic because the buildings were so close together and let me tell you: the smell didn’t help either. When I got to the end of the alley way I was surprised. I wasn’t expecting what I saw at all. I was shocked to find that there was a building as big as what I saw back here! In this tiny little alley way there stands this huge building! The big guy at the door eyed me suspiciously. He was huge as well. He had these giant husky shoulders and a lot of muscle. I think he was wondering what I was doing there all dressed in my school uniform (Plaid blue and black miniskirt with a white shirt and blue tie). I certainly wasn’t supposed to be walking around at this time of night. My blonde hair with a big stripe of blue on the right side of my head needed a good brushing from being in the wind since I got out from school. My messenger bag needed to be unloaded because it was beginning to cramp my left shoulder. I should be home, in my room, and doing homework while listening to music. But there was nothing for me at home anyways, besides a drunken mom smoking cigarettes and nagging me to go to the store and get more. The giant at the door crossed his arms and grunted at me. My blue eyes widened, I shouted some obscenity, and ran through the front door of the building. I had to get inside and see what was in there! It was a need! There were no wants here! As I scurried past him and into the humid building I was getting pushed and shoved by a ton of people. There were people everywhere! And in every corner of the place! There were so many! I thought I was going to die from claustrophobia. The techno music was much louder inside and I couldn’t hear myself think. But I was curious about the place. For one thing I wanted to know why it was there. Why was it here so far back inside an alley way? Why didn’t anyone else notice the strange music coming from here? My mother never noticed it when she came home from work. When she would take me with her (when she used to care where I was and when she was still a normal mother) to work she had never heard this upbeat music coming from here. But, I had. I used to ask her: “Do you hear that, Mama?” And she used to tell me: “No, I don’t hear anything. Come on, walk faster or we’ll never get home.”
Why didn’t she hear the music? Is it only me? I don’t know… but I love the sound. The sound of the beat as it makes your blood pulse along with it. The music that makes your head feel like it could bop right off your shoulders. The sound is wonderful.
I was ready to take out my sketch book and start drawing the people around me when that salty yet sweet smell came close to my nose. It smelled so heavenly… almost like a dream. Then, all of a sudden the lights began to flash even faster and behind the DJ were the words painted in blood on a giant white cloth:

BLOOD BATH

Suddenly the sprinklers came on soaking everyone in water. But, it wasn’t water.

IT WAS BLOOD.

Now, but this point you’d think I would’ve been frightened, that I would’ve been scared out of my seventeen year old mind. But, I wasn’t. I began jumping up and down along with everyone else. I began reaching my hands up to the ceiling trying to get more. Everyone was getting soaked with blood, bathed in it, same with everything else in the whole place and no one even cared.
You’d also think I would’ve been even more frightened by the fact that everyone around me started to bare fangs and growl at me because I was an outsider, a new comer. But, I was the farthest thing from scared. I wasn’t scared one little bit. They seemed to notice that. The vampires seemed notice that I wasn’t afraid. And when one of the giant, big muscled vampires got in my face and showed his fangs, trying to scare me… I felt my own canine teeth begin to grow and sharpen. And I felt a growl come up through my throat. They seemed as surprised as I was. How was I to know this whole time that I was one of them? I had no other family besides a drunken fool of a mother. No one else to tell me I had possessed the traits of a night walker, a cold one, a blood sucker. I had been feeling quite sickly when the sun was out lately. It had begun to hurt my eyes more than usual. And then there was the thing with the blood. I got a paper cut in one of my classes the other day and I had stuck my finger in my mouth to stop the bleeding. But, soon I had begun to suck on my finger and wanted more… much more blood. It had tasted so good and when I had finally pulled my finger away from my mouth, I felt like I was high. It was such a wonderful feeling. There was also that weird thing with the music. I only seemed to hear it. Well, I was the only other person (wait… should I say vampire? Or should I continue to call myself a person?) besides those around me that seemed to hear it. But, suddenly it all made sense now. I was one of them. I was one with them.
A sister of the night.
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