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[MINNIE EVANGELINE LAWRIE]

I FOUND OUT THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A MIRACLE, A MIRACLE

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[/color][/b][/size]innie knew she should not have been out so late, but really, what else did she have to? it was not like she had friends to hang out with or people to see. ever since she moved out of her parents' home, she found herself staying out late simply because she no longer had to make curfew. there was no one waiting up in her kitchen, worried sick for her safety. however, it wasn't like that mattered to her even before she moved out. she broke curfew on a regular basis back then, too. every night at her old curfew time, eleven thirty, her mother would place call to her cell phone and leave her a message, and every night it was a similar message. tonight it had been: "sadie, honey, your father and i would like to hear your voice. please give us a call when you're done with this moodswing of yours. it'd be nice if you returned one of my calls every now and then. anyway. it's past eleven thirty so i just wanted to call and make sure you're safe and sound at home. your father and i love you, sweetheart." naturally, she was not about to call her mother back. they both knew she was just fine. it was late, though, and minnie really loved the night time. she loved seeing the moon and the stars, even though most nights it was too cloudy to see them. tonight was clear, though. the sky made everything perfectly visible. the moon casted a bright, eerie light over the park, which made minnie feel strange. haunted, almost. the park was large; it made her nervous. she was just being silly. what was there to be afraid of? she walked this same route every night.

e[/color][/b][/size]ach night sadie went for the same walk. she would get restless during the day, cooped up inside of her house with nothing to do. she would return home for the day, wait until it got dark, and then dress herself up nice just to go for a walk alone. she liked to doll herself up just for the sake of feeling pretty for once, since she never had anyone to feel pretty for. it was funny though, because minnie's version of dressing up was different than anyone elses. she preferred an edgey, grungey kind of dress up. for example, tonight she was sporting black, ripped skinny jeans and a loose, thin, white tank top that exposed to top of her black bra. her very blonde hair was down and wavy, as it was everyday. it surrounded her shoulders and fell just below her chest. on her feet were high black pumps, which clicked against the paved walkway through the park. this time of night, she was alone in the park. no one else was around. then again, who would be insane enough to walk alone around a park at one in the morning? just minnie. sometimes she wondered if she truly was going insane, just from being alone so much. she had friends, she just didn't like many of them. she didn't like to stick around and see the same face twice. most of the time, if she didn't go for her little walk, she would go find an underground scene with some of her superficial friends, the friends that would ditch her once they got where they were going. everytime, she would leave with a boy she would never see again. it was dangerous, but it was what she did best.


s[/color][/b][/size]omething about tonight was different, was the first thing minnie thought of as she entered the park around midnight. it seemed as if everything was too quiet, but that might have just been her getting paranoid. maybe that's what being alone was doing to her. she knew she needed to make some real friends, but she didn't want to. there was no room in her personal bubble for trust, or friends, or love. that wasn't how she operated. as an hour passed, she lit up cigarette after cigarette, letting the nicotine wash through her bloodstream. one of the worst things about being a chain smoker, was that she barely finished a cigarette before she wanted to move onto a fresh one. it made her go through packs quicker and spend much more money than she should have been. she would smoke through half of a cigarette before she buried it in the dirt, scuffing it out with the heel of her shoe, and reach into her pocket for her pack. she would take out a new one, light it with the tiny silver lighter in her back pocket, and puff through the new one. the routine carried on as she continued her walk. her feet moved slow, pacelessly. she had no destination, therefore her walk was slow. her strides were decently sized simply because of her tall stature. standing at a solid five feet and eight inches, the heels on her feet only made her reach just below six feet. being tall wasn't something she liked. it drew glances and attention was not something she liked.


f[/color][/b][/size]or a moment, minnie thought she heard footsteps. the only thing that kept her from running was the fact that she was acting paranoid and jumpy. no one else had the stupidity to enter a park at one in the morning, so of course no one was following her. right? she found herself constantly looking over her shoulder even though she never heard the footsteps again. the smallest noise, even just scuffing a leaf, made her practically jump out of her skin. she continued lighting her cigarettes to use them as relaxers; she really needed to calm down. however, her pace quickened when she decided that maybe it was time to retreat back home. running her fingers through her hair, she dropped another cigarette to the ground, dug her heel in over it, and reached for another. damnit, she thought, down to one left. she lit up her last one, knowing she had to make it last. finally, her feet stopped and she stood alone in the darkness of the park with the moon acting as a spotlight on her, making her blonde hair glow almost white. she took a long drag from the cancer stick, inhaling with everything she had. she held the smoke inside of her, letting it caress her lungs and wrap around her airstream. after a moment, she exhaled and watched the smoke flow out of her mouth and nostrils. for the next few minutes, she took each drag like that. still and savoring. she watched the ash glow a deep red on the end of it, refusing to put it out even though it dwindled down to its last life. it was funny how her blood was so dependent on the nicotine. addictive.

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[LANDON ALEXANDER BRIGHT]

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<sup>Landon was particularly... anxious tonight. He knew why; he hadn't fed for a while. Landon was unlike most other vampires. He tried to seek other ways to feed, he didn't like the idea of his fangs sinking into someone else's neck, but he still found no other means. If it was possible, he would have starved himself to death, but it wasn't possible, as he had found out. His throat was burning, and his stomach was rolling around on itself. His face was contorted with some invisible pain, but he still defied everything he was supposed to be. He didn't want to hurt anyone, he didn't want to be this monster, but he couldn't help it. It tasted so good. The warmth, the moisture. His tongue involuntarily ran over his dry lips, eyes bright with excitement.

He could hear them walking by, could smell their sweet taste, and it almost made his eyes water with desire. He curled himself tighter, his knuckles straining as he gripped his jacket sleeves to try and contain himself. He couldn't let his mind wander, because he knew what would happen. He would spring up, and not only drink someone's blood, but probably kill them. His face soured at the thought, crinkling but still remaining rather handsome. He was hiding out in bush; pathetic really, but he couldn't help it. He was desperate. Anything that came within a ten feet radius of him would die, he was sure of it. He stomach growled, signaling that it was time to feed, but he ignored it. What would he become? A sigh vibrated through his perfectly pouted lips as his eyelids fluttered to a close.

Landon must have sat there for a while, his eyes fluttered close, his knuckles gripping his sleeves, but always attentive to those coming near him. He listened to footsteps, those that were both heavy and light, and the whole time his mind was calculating. He thought of a thousand different ways to kill someone, but he made sure not to do any of them. He started to gently rock, still silent, trying to ignore the thoughts in his head. By the time his eyes flickered open, the sky was black with the evening. He peered up at it, his inquisitive eyes peering at the random star or two that tried to escape. He bit his lip, unsure of what to do now. That was when he smelt her.

Never had he ever smelt anything so.. appetizing.

Immediately, a small growl uttered through his slightly parted lips. His head was fighting everything that he was about to do, but his body lead him forward. He unfurled, crawling silently from the bush, wild eyes peering for the scent that had struck him so suddenly. She was at least twenty feet away, blonde hair straggling down her lean back. He couldn't see her face, but he knew that he didn't recognize her from her hair. He moved, incredibly slow and silent for herself, but he jumped out of view when she peered over her shoulder. Did she have a sixth sense or something? Confused, but still determined, he moved forward again, not even breathing. Every muscle in his body was tense with determination, coiled in his hunger. His eyes had lost their usual friendliness. Now, he was a hunter.

He stalked slowly, allowing himself to inhale her scent once more. Her scent was pine mixed with a flowery kind of smell, and.. smoke? He stopped, confused once more, before noticing the cigarette that hung from her pink lips. He moved forward once again, crouching toward the floor, but still as lean and predatory as any type of animal. He watched as she moved once more, before stopping. Her body was illuminated in the moonlight, making her pale hair turn almost white. Her pale skin illuminated, making her look rather.. pretty. His lips curled away from his teeth, and a small, quiet growl uttered from his lips. In one movement, his whole body was on fire, and he rushed toward her in one quick blur. His teeth were aiming for her neck, but his misjudged by a little and bit her arm. He started to suck, before one hand collided with her stomach. She didn't need to be conscious for this bit, did she?

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[MINNIE EVANGELINE LAWRIE]

I FOUND OUT THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A MIRACLE, A MIRACLE

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[/color][/b][/size]n the time it takes for a cigarette to fall from one's finger tips and hit the pavement beneath his or her feet, a lot can happen. in that split second, a person can blink multiple times. a heart can beat mutliple times. words can be spoken. hearts can be broken. it was almost poetic to think about. in that same amount of time, possibly even less, hundreds of thoughts can run through one person's mind at an alarming rate. in that same amount of time, someone's life could flash entirely before their eyes. minnie lost the cigarette before she even had time to register that she was being attacked. but she didn't fall. instead, she felt icy cold arms wrap around her. funny, you wouldn't think that her first simplistic observation would be the temperature of his body. all of this happened within the first second, and the second was moving too slowly for her liking. she wanted to scream, but she couldn't find the strength to. this was minnie's problem, it was what she hated most about herself. she was weak; not only physically, but emotionally as well. she couldn't find the courage to scream. after all, who would hear her? there was no one else in the park. no one except her and this attacker. she expected to his the pavement, to smash her head on the ground. she expected him to say something, with the hope of recognizing his voice. part of her didn't want to see his face. part of her wanted to black out and not remember this. she knew what was coming, or at least she thought she knew. she wasn't stupid. when a male attacked a female, it was usually for only one reason. but she was wrong.

i[/color][/b][/size]t was only then that the cigarette hit the ground. she expected to feel unbearable pain, but that didn't come within the first split second. no, it came in the second. she only felt the pain when she realized he was biting her. this was strange, but not surprising. she knew about the vampires, she knew they weren't extinct. and in that same thought, pure fear washed through her with untolerable strength. his teeth sinked into her arm, forcing a scream out of her that was air-splitting and blood-curling. it was a solid, piercing scream that could only be initiated without thought, and from pure fear. similar to the fear of seeing your life flash before your eyes. she opened her eyes to take in his face, memorize his features, just in case she survived this. however, all she saw were bloodthirsty eyes and blood-stained lips that were currently attached to her arm. he seemed mad with ..thirst. that disturbed her. she could feel the blood draining from her arm, being forced out of her body simply to feed a monster. what she hated the most was that she couldn't move. he was strong, and the rapid bloodloss was making her weaker, even in less than a few mere seconds. "please,"[/color] she begged, starting to feel the warm tears form in her eyes. the liquid stung her eyes as she fought to keep from crying. her voice was unstable and it made her hate herself. she hated herself for being vulnerable, weak, and attackable.

a[/color][/b][/size]nd then his fist collided with her stomach, which instantly took away her ability to breathe. at first, she thought she was going to throw up. her esophagus twisted and her trachea turned, but her ability to take in air was disabled by the forceful blow. she choked, struggling for air, as he continued to mercilessly steal blood from her veins. alright, she lied. it wasn't happening slowly anymore. everything was moving too quickly to register. fighting for conciousness, she felt a wave of adrenaline coarse through her, provoking her to at least try to fight back. she was thin, almost too thin, which meant that it would only take a small amount of blood to completely weaken her. however, she was tall, which at least gave her some leverage to fight back. she only stood an inch or two shorter than him in her high heels. the pain of the bite was unbearable, it was thought-clouding and blinding. she felt herself start to lose the ability to support her own body and instead, she began to cling to him just to hold herself up. the fingers of the arm he wasn't devouring dug into his shoulder while her body fell against his, needing the support. when she found her breath again, she helplessly and pathetically screamed once more, except now it was weaker. it came out sounding like a broken moan. no one outside of the walls of the park would hear her. it was muffled by his body, as her head had fallen against his chest and she no longer had the strength to pick it up. but still, she fought for conciousness, refusing to fall.


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[LANDON ALEXANDER BRIGHT]

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<sup>In a split second, several thoughts ran through his head. two, were not so pleasant. They involved images, graphic images, that involved the pale girl and her death. but, there were two more thoughts that ran through his head simultaneously, and they warred with the darker ones. he thought of the girl, and what family she probably had.. people who would miss her if she were killed here tonight. he thought of what prospects she would have for her future, and what she would be missing out on. her death would shift the future, whether in a small or big way. He knew that he couldn't risk that, but right now he couldn't even process that thought.

He was just so hungry.

Her warm, sweet blood filled his throat, his mouth, lightning his body. He trembled, almost unable to contain his excitement. His normally perfect, pale, white skin was flushed with her warmth. His lean, but muscular arms were wrapped around her, one pale hand was gripping onto her shoulder. he couldn't think straight. all he could think about was her blood in his body, it's warmth, how it made him feel. his stomach started to feel elated, his throat wasn't burning as bad, and his eyes were starting to loose their hostility, but he still couldn't take his teeth from her arm. he couldn't stop. he knew this would happen, but now, he wanted it to stop. he didn't want to kill her - no matter what his instinct was fighting to tell him. her scream only frightened, made him suck harder.

"please."

Every thought that filtered through his brain stopped. her voice, it was soft, and he could feel the pain in her words, but he just couldn't stop. his eyes winced, as if he was in pain himself, and he tried to let up on her arm, but he couldn't. he struggled with himself for seconds, trying to let her go, and failing. but then, her small hand grabbed his shoulder. he barely felt it, even though he was sure that her fingernails were digging in, but he hardly felt her touch. still, it shifted his thoughts. she screamed again, but this time it was much weaker. her body weight soon fell against him, unable to support her own weight, and her head fell against his chest. somehow, he pulled his mouth from her arm, but not without effort. he could feel her blood dripping off of his lips, dripping down his chin. somewhere inside, he felt her pain, and he closed his eyes in pain.

One arm wrapped around her tiny bodice, and he dropped to his knees, bringing her down with him. he folded over so that he was sitting, and her body was leaning against him. in a matter of seconds, memories fluttered in front of his eyes, memories he had tried to forget. he saw her face, bright with brilliance, wonder, and slightly horror. her name had been sierra, and she had been the only person he had ever truly loved. but he had hurt her. hurt her like he would eventually hurt everyone around him. he had bitten her, turned her, on accident. and then, he'd left, in the dead of the morning, before she could hurt him like he would hurt her. this girl, she reminded him somewhat of sierra. he couldn't remember the last time someone had actually been in his arms.

But he wasn't stable. one arm was still wrapped around her, holding her against him in an iron grip. one hand was gripping her neck, his forehead pressing on the space between her shoulder and neck. he was hyperventilating, coughing and spluttering every now and again. he couldn't control it - anything. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean..." he cut off, his voice constricting. he knew he had broken at least a few of her ribs with the hit he had delivered to her stomach. he wasn't completely in human - he could remember it clearly, and he felt sorry.

Somewhere nearby, he heard footsteps. whoever was out here at this time of night, was idiotic. he fell silent, his head raising up to peer into the dark of the night. walking toward them was a drunk man, peering over at some bushes nearby. in one swift movement, the girl was in his lean arms. he moved slowly toward the side - away from the path, careful not to make any noise. he set her down then, but once again his face was contorted into a prowling expression, still somehow holding the same degree of beauty. his lips curled backward, a small growl uttering from his lips, but he stayed beside the strange girl. the man lumbered down the path near them, a beer bottle in his hands and his words drawled. he sang to himself, as if trying to lift his spirits. landon watched him, suddenly still like a statue, not even a breath passing through his thin lips.

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[MINNIE EVANGELINE LAWRIE]

I FOUND OUT THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A MIRACLE, A MIRACLE

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[/color][/b][/size]ll minnie could think about was the pain. every kind of pain she was feeling in that moment. her mind wasn't there; she was barely concious and she didn't know where she was when she felt herself being moved. however, the pain was what kept her awake simply because it consumed her entire being, her entity, her thought process. to start, her arm was burning as if someone had poured kerosene over the spot he'd bitten and lit it on fire with a single match. if she had the energy, she would have screamed or thashed. something. but no, she didn't have the energy, the will power, or the strength. the burn had spread to engulf her entire arm and was slowly working its way into her chest, up her neck, and down her torso. the burn constricted her throat, making it harder and harder to breathe, causing her to choke on air every time she attempted to inhale for air. there was a pain in her torso that was different from the burn. when he hit her, she had heard the disgusting, sickening snap that made her stomach churn. it didn't take a rocket scientist to tell her that she had certainly broken something, and her assumption was a rib or two. of course, this was nothing compared to the burning, but the broken, splintered bones in her abdomen were contributing to her inability to breathe; no doubt puncturing a lung, or coming close to it. the more blood he drew from her, the more numb she became and she was almost thankful. she almost urged him to continue, under the belief that the blood loss would send her into unconciousness and relieve her from her pain. maybe if he stole enough blood, she would fall entirely numb and be void of any pain at all. maybe she would die.

s[/color][/b][/size]he was suddenly overwhelmed with the sensation that she was falling, or rather, that he was falling and taking her with him. but it was a slow movement, which kept her calm and allowed her to just go with whatever he was doing. it wasn't like she was in any position to protest, anyway. her eyes were closed, shielding her from seeing whatever it was he was going to do to her. through the pain that washed through her nerves, she felt his arms tighten around her in a strange, unexpected fashion. almost protectively, or possessively. she didn't know whether or not to become even more frightened. if that was even possible. when he spoke, she couldn't help but hate him more for everything. his words were practically apologetic, but the thoughts running through her mind were unforgiving, relentless, sarcastic and biting. if she could have spoken, she would have said something along the lines of "oh, so you didn't mean to just take a chunk out of my arm and drain my blood to leave my lifeless? cool, man." however, she couldn't speak, and it was probably good she couldn't. a statement like that would most likely only piss him off more. through the blinding pain and biting splinters in her bones, all she could think about was how she hated him for making her feel bad. she felt guilty for this, as if it were her fault. minnie had grown up taking the blame, what was different about now?

e[/color][/b][/size]ven through she desperately wanted to, she couldn't seem to form words. all she wanted to do was cry, and she couldn't even do that. her body trembled and shook with tearless sobs, vibrating against him and causing her to choke even more, due to her lack of air. when she became aware of the singing, she first thought her attacker was singing, which confused her even more. she didn't realize they were moving until they were still again, and her attacker was no longer making any noise. she was unaware of another figure passing around them, so she continued her uncontrollable shaking as her body proved to not be so lifeless in her arms. with a sharp intake of breathe, her body fell limp once more, without the sobbing and choking for air. she couldn't breathe anymore, so she simply stopped trying. everything was numb now, and she was finding her peaceful place. there was suddenly no more pain, no more fear. her eyes flickered open simply to look up and register the face of her attacker. for the short seconds her eyes were open, she tried her hardest to memorize his features. it only took another second for her eyes to flicker shut, her heart beat to slow, and her mind to fade to black.

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