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I was just on the computer after reading about 137 pages in the book I got today, and I just felt the need to write. So I came up with this...

(its posted on untamedwriters.webs.com )

I awoke from my sleep, my eyes a piercing blue color. I rolled over in my bed, immediately falling off, unintentionally. I felt groggy, unable to comprehend a lot at the current moment. I pushed myself up and off the ground into a standing position. I grudgedly walked over to my cherry stained dresser. There was a mirror perched on top that showed my waist up. My black hair was a mess. Anyone could clearly tell I just woke up. I stared at my face, still barely understanding that that was me now. I am still not accustomed to the eyes yet.

My eyes. My eyes have been forever changed from the forest green color I love. Sometimes I really hate what he did to me. He. The one who made me into what I am today. The creature that should have never been allowed to continue breathing after being made. A vampire.

I hope you don't believe the stories. Yes, vampire drink blood. Yes, they'll burn in sunlight. But no, they don't sleep in a coffin and I don't think they are immortal. The only reason I don't think they are immortal is because he, the one who created me, looks aged, withered. He was turned over 6,000 year ago. He was only 18 at the time. Now he looks in his 40's at least. But I don't know. Maybe they are immortal.

It was only a week ago I became one of the race. One of the coven. The man who changed me chose the perfect time to change me. My 18th birhtday. Maybe he did so because it reminded him of himself. I do not know. I do not care. All I really think about when I think of him is how much I truly hate him. How much I wish he had never been made into a vampire. For it was he that ruined my life. It was he who made me revolt the person I see in the mirror every morning. Maybe I'll get over that. Maybe I won't. Who really knows?

I stifle a yawn and walk into the bathroom, preparing for the day. My day is, of course, your night. I quickly brush my hair. It is long, black, and straight. It is unnatural looking, but I'm almost positive humans can't tell, though. It is uniquely glossy. The thickness of it matches none of the thickness a human can aquire. Only models could actually want this type of hair though. Without being carefully taken cared for, it looks like it did when I woke up. A big haystack.

You might be asking youself why I am telling you all this. In truth, I do not know. I just have been having this compelling feeling that someone needs to know. Someone needs to know what has happened.

After I completely my morning tasks, a.k.a. brushing my teeth, putting on clean clothes, and etc., I spread open my black curtains. They revealed the long, dark, menacing sea surround 3 sides of my home. The rock wall on one side of it did not help make it look any less scary, but it did make it feel more compelling. The moon was full. You could see 2 moons actually. The sea perfectly mirrored it. The moon was actually seemingly larger. Actually, it was much larger than I had ever seen it. Maybe it's just my enhanced vision, I told myself.

I pack my bag as if I am on my way to a normal school, as you might be able to figure out, I am not. I pack my english textbook, my math textbook, and even my history textbook for a good effect. I always love making my creator think I am more naive than I truly am. It'll be perfect if he is actually fulled by my act. It will help for a quicker, and easier, escape. I cannot stand another moment longer trapped here.

I took one last look in the mirror and grimaced. When I brushed my hair, it had done no help. So, instead of leaving it down, I grab two ponytails off the countertop and tied my hair up. Satisfied with the results, I leave my room.

I take off, nearly running, down the stairs. I am, for once, anxious to get to my special class. That class was, of couse, taught by my lovely creator.

At the bottom of the stairs there was a door. The door was painted in a stripe-like pattern. Very hard to miss. I knock once before I enter. As usual, I peer carefully around the room before I walk into it. All the walls are white. There is a single child desk in the center of the room, but there is also a long mohogany desk by one of the walls. The teacher is sitting there. The walls are bare. No artwork at all. Talk about boring.

I lift my hand up, in a 'hi' motion. The figure moves slowly, seeming not to want to acknowledge me. I think today I will be a very disruptive student.

"Hey teacher. If you don't like me and if you don't want to acknowledge me, why the hell did you turn me into this crappy creature?" I say, purposely acting young. Inside myself, I hate acting so poorly. I am more mature than such. It truly 'bugs' me to act like a spoiled brat, but what could I do? I want- no need. I need for the creator to underestimate me.

The teacher smiles at me. He appears threatening to me, but I might just be being paranoid. In a whispy voice and a very English accent he says to me, "Ah. There you are Mira. I am so glad you can join me this morning. I have plently of things to tell you today. You will be needing this information in... oh... about another week. The change will be completely done by then."

I grit my teeth. I can't stand it when he does that. I soon clear my head, though, I need to think coherently at all time. I smile at the man, "Oh you are so kind! Maybe the change will end up killing me though... That'd just be awful." We both know I was downright lying when I said that. There was no way my body was going to reject the process.

In case you didn't understand that, I'll elaborate. Making the change into a full vampire takes around two weeks. Within the first week, your eyes turn a sapphire blue, you become stronger and faster, and your mind becomes a little bit swifter. Within the second week, it is like someone switched a light. You look absoulutely amazing. You even seem to glow. Always. The eyes become an even more peicing color and a tattoo will spread across your face. That tattoo will go from the center of your forehead and lace all the way to your chin. Simple right? No. The tattoo only appears within the last few hours before the change is complete, but it is painful. Extremely painful. The teacher has told me about his experience.

The teacher. He, as I said before, appears to be around 40, even though his is around 6,000 years old. His tattoos are unique, even among the vampire world. They spiral all the wall down to his shoulders and then just stop. The actual tattoo resembles small greek-like symbols. Many of these symbols indicate things about the moon. The teachers hair is blond, unlike my black hair. He has always had blue eyes, so the unnatural blue color of vampires don't contrast with his complextion like mine do. Lucky devil. His is well formed in every manner, and, although he is elderly now, you can tell that he used to be extremely handsome.

(its not done as you can probably tell, but please tell me if you think i should continue writing in that story... thanks...! (did that in about 10 min..))

I was completely and utterly bored and i had just got finished reading a book... so... I wanted to write and this is what i came up with.. the writing style i used on this peice sounds different than my normal writing style...

AND THANKS!!

Oki!

Yay! boo... Constructive critism! god i hate that crap but i do need it...