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"I can't believe that you dragged me out here for no reason." The white haired male huffed. I smiled a little. He might not act like it, but I knew that he enjoyed the sight. I was sure that he did anyway. I brushed a few stray strands of hair out of my eyes so that I could see directly up - at the white, fluffy looking clouds that populated the bright blue sky. It had been only a few years since I had seen such a nice day. It seemed like it had been forever... "I am sure that there is something more useful that you could be doing. I know I have something else I could be doing." "But you have to admit that this is a nice day to cloud-watch.

Dark eyes snapped open suddenly, the iris' moving about frantically. The young boy had just been taken from something that seemed too good to be true, too far away, to someplace familiar; some place that was just as different as it was familiar. Suddenly his eyes focused on something on the wall; a simple dent in it that looked like it had been made by either a fist or a head. Why both options when a head was so much larger than a fist? The answer was simple: the dent had been made by a skull striking it and then dented in more by a closed fist in a fit of rage. Those eyes that had seemed so colorless a moment before closed slowly, the teena

I gave a groan as I sat up – drenched in a cold sweat. It wasn't like he was sleeping – or that he slept often for that matter – as much as it was he was dozing. The things that he saw in his "dreams" weren't normal.... They were things that had actually happened. Most of the time they weren't even his memories to remember. They happened to be memories that belonged to Mamoru. Mamoru was a fairly old vampire – he'd been alive for decades. It was a miracle that he hadn't become weak like most leech's his age. Then again he was a special case in the world that was filled with darkness and bloodshed. One in a million vampir

"Derrik!" I angled my head so that I could see the large cream-and-brown colored wolf. Her yowl had gotten my attention quickly - as it should have. She wasn't that far away from me and I would have always been able to tell where she was at. If she was close, I would know. Her voice was panicked, and I could feel that too. We had just stopped out sprint so that we could both catch our breath. We stood there panting, each with bundles of fur at our feet. Despite popular belief, werewolves were not the fastest of creatures. Okay, we were pretty fast, but not the fastest. Vampires were. Us werewolves could run fast over short distances, but we

 “Boys,” The red haired woman said to get the attention of her son and his guest. They had been eating dinner in silence. Now that she thought about that, it was rather odd. Normally her two children were going at it like cats and dogs - and she would have to resort to her special methods because her husband certainly wasn’t going to help. “Yeah, Mom?” She looked from her son - other than the fact that he was covered in tattoos, he looked just like her - to Haru. It was only the second day that he had been staying with the family and she had been noticing how he kept moving to try and find a comfortable seated

Six months had passed since then … Damian stared out across the vast land from atop the balcony attached precariously to his wonderful home. He took a deep breath; his lungs filling with fresh, crisp autumn air, and he felt absolute bliss overwhelm him. He smiled softly, a content sigh escaping his lips as he- "Damian, what are you doing?" A beautiful, soft voice came from behind. Damian turned, meeting his lover's brown gaze, and he smiled. He took a moment to gawk at his lover for a few moments. How much he had changed in only eight short years was far beyond him. At first; it had appeared as if Robin would stay cute and petite for t

A smile, both of pride and of minute worry, whispered across Anna Koell's porcelain lips. The Austrian teenager peered gracefully from atop the stairs, ruby eyes glimmering as she watched the Institute's Hunters leave through the door, quickly masked by the ink of the night. And as she watched the people bustle - Seisyll was hanging all over Zoe like a love-sick puppy, Silas was telling Dylan to be careful out there, and fixing his scarf, while Xavier brooded and glared at Dylan for taking his love-interest, and Felix tried to stop Michael from chasing after his brother into the night. It was all so mundane; so normal ... And though she looke

David was the name of a boy who wasn’t normal. A boy who just so happened to be a freak of nature. And it also happened to be the name of a boy who didn’t have a family anymore; who lived on the street because he no longer had a family. A boy that was different from normal people, but also a part of the minority. David was the name of a boy as David Katze, who just happened to be a model for one of the most famous magazines. David Katze looked a lot like David - the similarity even going as far as to share the same first name - but they weren’t really the same. Much like David, Katze had lived on the streets and was part of