Chapter 1 - Chapter One
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Chapter 1 - Chapter One
Chapter 1 - Chapter One
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Reia sat on the edge of the small stone bridge crossing the stream passing through her family's large garden
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<b>From the Darkest Corner</b><b></b>
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<b>By: Marina Bruggeman</b><b></b>
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<b>Chapter 1</b>
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Reia sat on the edge of the small stone bridge crossing the stream passing through her family's large garden. Her blue and purple kimono was tied with a large green bow that matched her green eyes and her black hair put up in a neat bun. The summer festival had just ended and Reia's small feet were sore from walking so long. At her young age, she wasn't accustom to staying up so late walking the roads of her large village. Reia was only 7 and this was her first village festival she had gone with her family for the complete time. It was late, about 11:30 pm and the moon was at its fullest, as it was for every summer festival. She had been allowed to stay up as late as she wanted on such festival nights, and what harm could come to a child with in the enclosure of the garden anyways? Plenty.
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“Reia, my dear, it's time.” A deep voice loomed from behind Reia. Her fragile body turned to look into the bright red eyes of the…creature behind her. It wasn't human, that's all that could be determined in the dark of the night that consumed the garden. Reia opened her mouth to let out a small scream, but it was quickly snuffed by the large, boney hand of the thing behind her. Her delicate figure was pulled deep into the night.
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Ree woke with a start. Sweat poured down her pale face. “Not that dream again…” she muttered to herself. It had been a full decade since that night. Ree pulled her long, black hair back from in front of her face. No, it wasn't fully black anymore. It had red and purple streaks in it now and her eyes were no longer green either. They were now a dark red and her skin was no longer perfect. It had gotten extremely pale and her ears were covered with peircings. Unfortunately, on that night, a decade ago, she had also acquired a tattoo on her upper back. It was of a set of white wings losing its feathers and black ones growing in their place. With every year, it seemed more and more black feathers grew in to take the place of the missing white ones. And what of that beautiful kimono? Nothing of its quality was worn now. Now, the clothing Ree wore was baggy and sometimes ripped. What had happened to the summer's night, when the moon was at it fullest? What had destroyed Reia's life and left her to roam the streets of the large city as Ree? That…thing….
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Ree slipped out of her diminutive bed, or so that's the size it seemed. She bragged her body to the cracked mirror above her rough-wood dresser. She leaned forward on the dresser and gave a fake smile to see the teeth that lined her gums. Sure enough, they were still there, those large fangs that forced her to live her life in darkness and creep around in the night, looking for a human snack to hold off her hunger for yet another night. “What have I become…..”
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<b>From the Darkest Corner</b><b></b>
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<b>Chapter 1</b>
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Reia sat on the edge of the small stone bridge crossing the stream passing through her family's large garden. Her blue and purple kimono was tied with a large green bow that matched her green eyes and her black hair put up in a neat bun. The summer festival had just ended and Reia's small feet were sore from walking so long. At her young age, she wasn't accustom to staying up so late walking the roads of her large village. Reia was only 7 and this was her first village festival she had gone with her family for the complete time. It was late, about 11:30 pm and the moon was at its fullest, as it was for every summer festival. She had been allowed to stay up as late as she wanted on such festival nights, and what harm could come to a child with in the enclosure of the garden anyways? Plenty.
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“Reia, my dear, it's time.” A deep voice loomed from behind Reia. Her fragile body turned to look into the bright red eyes of the…creature behind her. It wasn't human, that's all that could be determined in the dark of the night that consumed the garden. Reia opened her mouth to let out a small scream, but it was quickly snuffed by the large, boney hand of the thing behind her. Her delicate figure was pulled deep into the night.
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Ree woke with a start. Sweat poured down her pale face. “Not that dream again…” she muttered to herself. It had been a full decade since that night. Ree pulled her long, black hair back from in front of her face. No, it wasn't fully black anymore. It had red and purple streaks in it now and her eyes were no longer green either. They were now a dark red and her skin was no longer perfect. It had gotten extremely pale and her ears were covered with peircings. Unfortunately, on that night, a decade ago, she had also acquired a tattoo on her upper back. It was of a set of white wings losing its feathers and black ones growing in their place. With every year, it seemed more and more black feathers grew in to take the place of the missing white ones. And what of that beautiful kimono? Nothing of its quality was worn now. Now, the clothing Ree wore was baggy and sometimes ripped. What had happened to the summer's night, when the moon was at it fullest? What had destroyed Reia's life and left her to roam the streets of the large city as Ree? That…thing….
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Ree slipped out of her diminutive bed, or so that's the size it seemed. She bragged her body to the cracked mirror above her rough-wood dresser. She leaned forward on the dresser and gave a fake smile to see the teeth that lined her gums. Sure enough, they were still there, those large fangs that forced her to live her life in darkness and creep around in the night, looking for a human snack to hold off her hunger for yet another night. “What have I become…..”
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rosecrow13 on August 25, 2007, 9:04:52 AM
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So she can still age, even though she's a vampire? this is gettin' good!Spike_Schinizzle on June 2, 2006, 11:29:30 PM
AAARRRRGGGHHH don't eat me!!! heh heh This is really good!!!
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