- Tupelo, MS, USA
- member since December 15, 2008
Vicki W’s last login was Sunday, June 12, 2011.
Tick, tick, tick, tock. I listened to each beat the clock sounded as I faded in and out of reality. My thoughts were hazy, a bit distracted. It seemed as though my mind was being dipped into a thick fog. Tick, tock, tock, tick. I was focusing on grasping the very few mutual things that wandered immensely in my mind. I stared intently at the ceiling, completely unaware of my surroundings and focused on who I was, where I was, and what I was. Those three things in themselves engulfed me with even more questions. Why am I here? What led up to this? How come I have no recall of anything?! I feel like I woke up from a very long dream, coma-like, and no memories of any information of before, whatever before was… What could have happened to me that would have this dramatic effect on me? I pondered that thought for awhile, and ended up blank. I eventually decided to investigate my surroundings. I lifted my head slowly, and allowed my eyes to soak every detail I conceived in. My torso followed and I looked down and what I found left me in shock. A strange, dark substance was spread on the bed I was occupying. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my eyes never leaving the stuff. As I stood rigid straight, an abundant amount of questions flowed through my mind. All these questions were overwhelming me! I leaned in towards the substance slowly, as if I were afraid it were to attack at any given moment. I stopped, a foot short from it and sniffed the air in wonder. Pain shot through my stomach and the room spun in dizzy circles. My stomach lurched and I ran towards the nearest door, praying an sink or toilet would show itself. I slammed through the door and thanked God’s green earth that it was the restroom. I bent over the toilet just as I became violently sick. I became dumbfounded at what I found escaped my throat. It was the eerie colored stuff again! I gasped, not realizing I had held in so much air and the room spun again. I was sick again and decided it were best to not breathe the disgusting scent in again. I flushed it all down, making sure it all went down the drain. The substance seemed to be unusually thick. As I straightened to go back to the room, I saw a quick glimpse of a stranger. My head shot back toward the source and found an oversized mirror. The stranger in the mirror frowned as I leaned in closer to the mirror to investigate. His eyes were a light muddy brown, but hidden outside of the pupil was an unusual dark shade of violet surrounding it, almost like a small ring of sorts. His cheekbones were shaved, narrow all the way down to his chin. His skin looked stretched, too thin, too sickly looking. Underneath his eyes were a light shade of purple, he hadn’t slept in awhile. I leaned back to have a full view of this queer person. He had wide, bony shoulders. His legs looked too long, like they were stretched too, oversized for his physique. I then glanced at his hair. It was a mixed onyx and brown, tuffed out in awkward places. I glared at the toilet once more and went to study the other ‘puddle’. I stepped outside the restroom and concluded it was a small hotel room. Scattered across the floor were clothes. I skimmed over the clothes and picked out a few articles that fit my taste. Khaki pants and a simple grey v-neck. I also found some decent running shoes, and wasn’t too shocked that they fit my feet perfectly. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was planned out or something close to that… Tick, tock, tick, tock the clock rang six o’ clock in the morning. I stepped over to the bed, careful to sit onto the edge of it. I sat, head in my hands, confused and helpless. I had nothing- I knew nothing! What made this happen? My head swirled as all the questions lined in my head again. I was always left empty handed when I asked myself these questions. I needed answers. My fingers scratched at my face in frustration, but I felt no pain. Tick, tick, tick, tick. That clock was driving me insane! I stood up quickly and walked around the small room, twice. There were no windows. Why were there no windows?! Tickticktick….. The clock sounded faster and I flew to it, my fist colliding with the old framework. I breathed heavily, out of breath and too much frustration. Then the fresh smell of strawberry’s filled my nose. I blinked and my eyes went out of focus. A sheet of gray flew up in my eyes and I yelled in panic. What was this?! What the hell are all these things happening to me?! I stopped, knowing that panicking would leave me nowhere toward any answers. I closed my eyes and started breathing heavily, slowly counting to ten. I opened my eyes and couldn’t help but gasp in shock. I saw colors, all sorts of tints and shades. But what fascinated me most was that they were tiny, delicate pieces of string, wafting through the air. I was amazed, and scared shitless at the same time. I walked slowly to one of them, a light bluish hue, that moved at the wind’s command. I lifted my hand, and swiftly sliced through the ‘string’. The hue just split apart for a moment, and grew back together like tiny dust particles. I reached out again, slower this time, and grabbed at the air. The hue just again parted at the very touch of my hand and pieced itself together quickly. What was this substance? I got closer, inches now, and decided to do what curiosity has led me to do before. I inhaled and wham! A scent flew through me and my body unexpectingly stumbled away from the scent. I slid down the wall and stared, fixated on the strawberry hue, that was left printed in my memory. I sat and closed my eyes, my head in my legs, the scent pestering me, and began to drum my fingers on my skull in deep thought. All I knew was that I was left, stranded, alone inside of an empty hotel room lying in some sort of substance that came out of me. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. It seems I suffer from amnesia and hallucinations. Yes I am sure of the memory loss, but the hallucinations just scared the crap out of me, yet were interesting all the same. I stopped that thought cold, and decided to listen intently on my surroundings. I can hear the roar of an airplane engine, the passing of cars, the occasional yell by a cab driver. I hear a scratching of a pen on paper, a crumple of paper, and a depressed sigh. I can hear muffled voices, by the sound of it, arguing about why they believe the other is cheating on them. ‘Drama’, I muttered to myself. I listened more closely, searching for any familiar noise or voices… After a few empty minutes I heard footsteps on stairs, and a high pitched voice, but the subject it was centered on, I was at a loss of. It seemed the subject was coded, a secret of some sort. The footsteps grew louder and the voice followed. ‘’Yeah, yeah, I’ll be sure he gets the information.’’ A clangor of keys. ‘’Wait, what?’’ a pause in midstride. ‘’Yes, I understand the circumstances.’’ The voice replied to the unspoken source. The steps drew nearer, and I heard the woman stop and grab the handle for my door. I immediately panicked my mind racing on what to do. My eyes flew open as the key was fumbled in the lock and was too occupied flying throughout the room, grabbing all the clothes and throwing them into the bathroom to notice the ‘’wall’’ was gone from my eyes. My head shot back and forth as I heard the key turn inside the lock, searching desperately for some sort of hiding place. My eyes found the only solution, and I dove unwillingly underneath the bed. The handle turned and I slowed my breath as I saw two slick black heels step into the room. Hell, for all I know this woman could be after me for one reason or another, or she could be a maid. Nope, probably not a maid. The two heels took a few steps into the room and I heard the door close slowly. I heard a sharp gasp of breath and swore to myself, realizing I had obliterated the clock. ‘’Where is he?’’ a new, low voice asked. A moment’s pause. ‘’Somewhere close by probably.’’ The woman answered. ‘’Well?’’ the man’s voice asked impatiently. The two heels moved closer to the bed then stopped abruptly. ‘’Your pulling my hair!’’ the woman complained. ‘’Sorry, it’s the nerves.’’ The man replied guiltily. ‘’Get in here.’’ The woman demanded .‘’Why?’’ the second voice asked. ‘’Because he’ll freak if he sees you.’’ The woman snapped. The man grumbled and I couldn’t help but wonder if I was on some sort of show, like Punk’d. ‘’It’s crowded in here.’’ A muffled voice complained. ‘’Shut up.’’ The woman hissed. She took a deep breath and paused. She crouched down slowly and I saw a pair of tom jeans as her knees hit the ground. ‘’Come out Cam, I have to talk to you.’’ She cooed. The woman’s face appeared, inches from mine, and I gasped in shock, totally blowing what was supposed to be my cover. She looked… like me! Well, sort of in some ways, different in others. I recognized her from somewhere and tried to remember from where. ‘’Come on honey, get up.’’ She said, reaching for my hand. I gave it to her, for what reason, I have no reason of why. She didn’t seem in any way hostile or frightening even. She pulled me out, a little too quickly for my comfort, and in a flash, I was in a death like grip hug. I was so confused. Who was she? She let me go finally after what seemed an eternity and stepped back, looking me over. I shifted my weight, uncomfortable in too many ways. Her cold hard stare for one. I gave her a look over hesitantly. She was an average height, her size was small, but her features were mind-blowing! She was…… kind of hot! She held her figure very well and was very ‘’well shaped.’’ I took in her face last and my eyes grew wide with shock as I took in hers. She has the purple iris ring too! She looked confused, ‘’What?’’ she asked in a high octave. My jaw just dropped, I had no answer. I kept drooling like a complete idiot. ‘’Here sit down.’’ She gestured for the bed. It took me a few seconds to respond and finally fell on the side of the bed. I threw a quick glance at the puddle and she followed my gaze and winced as she took in the scent. Her nose wrinkled and she spoke finally. ‘’I guess I have some explaining to do.’’ She muttered as she took in my still confused state
It's going pretty good, I'm kind of stuck though. You see, it's going to be a trilogy and the way I'm writing it it seems that it won't fit together nicely. I'm not really good at dialoge either. Here's a glimpse of one of the main points of a chapter:
The streets of Seattle was scurrying with life on this busy night, there was much to be done, to be dealt with. It was a great time to appreciate the city though, mind the drunks and rapists. The passing cars and unusually bright city lights grew on people after awhile. I caught a breeze and cracked a huge smile. I would feed tonight, guiltless. I blinked and my eyes rolled into the back of my head in ecstasy as I took in and traced every scent in the air. I breathed in deeply, trying to catch all of those tiny, little traces of humans and supernatural. I immediately began to pick my favorite scents when my mouth began to water. I latched onto a scent I recognized. Leah. I licked my lips in thirst, and my teeth grew in anticipation. I let the film slip over my eyes and I adjusted to the real Seattle, the one no one knew of, that everyone ignored. It was a disgusting city, a dump. What lie behind these eyes unfolded what very few saw with their own. I let my eyes adjust to this strange world and I spotted a female making her way across the deteriorated street and saw a black outline surrounding her figure. She was one of us, a Supernatural being. I traced my favorite scent, the first one I had ever picked up, a strawberry hue. I licked my canines and made my way toward the source of this beautiful scent. I skimmed the the buildings for a way to shimmy my way up without scaling the wall. If I did that I would get many awkward stares. I glanced toward the building closest to me and found a pipe trailing up it like a snake. I climbed up the pipe and scanned the city. I caught a breeze and strode across the roof. I took a last step and soared over the edge and felt the air slice through my hair. This was who I am, this is what I loved. I landed on the next roof and skipped across it with ease. I found my source and leaped onto the tree next to the window. I let the film slip off my eyes and I stared into the open window. I saw a door open in the hallway and light spilled into the hall. I saw in the mirror a reflection of a woman. I smiled, thinking there would be a show to watch. I jumped across to the window and grabbed the windowsill and pulled myself through. I edged the window closed silently and crept in the shadows to hide patiently behind the door of her room. Her scent was flowing through my mind like water, I was itching for her blood. My mouth was filling with venom and my mind was set, and I smiled even wider when I heard the light switch turn off and a shuffle in the hall. Her footsteps were drawing nearer to her horrific death. She stepped into the room, humming to herself and turned the lamp on next to her mirror. She dropped her towel and my eyes went wide. WOW. Oh, God, what a show! She grabbed a comb and brushed it through her tangled hair. I swept up to her and her eyes caught me in the mirror. I grabbed her hips and bent to whisper in her ear. ''Very nice.'' I purred and I filled thrill of her fear. I listened to her heartbeat race like a drum roll. I kissed her neck and threw her against the mirror.
There was crimson blood flowing down her pale, white flesh while she moaned with deep agony. Her pain excited me, put me on my edge as I knew that her essence would fill me right to my brim, all in all conquering my bloodthirsty monster. Before I attack, I hesitated, I wanted to study this magnificent creature whoms scent overwhelms me with every gasp of air I take in. Her chocolate brown hair flows down slightly draping past her shoulders with ease, her fear-struck almond shaped eyes taking my figure in, her thin mouth, were as she is too scared to even scream, knowing she would come to a very violent end. Her name if I recall right, is Leah Baxter, and frankly, I remember everything perfectly.Oh, how I will remember her name whilst I partake in the feast of her luscious blood. As I inhale deeply, taking in her scent while it lasts in the room, I smell a mixed fragrance of strawberry's and a woodsy-like smell. The scent is so sweet it tingles my nose. The sweet fragrance excites me and it seemed as though there were an static-like feeling throughout the room. I smile and whisper to my victim, ''You will be a tasty treat, love.'' I lunge and my teeth pierce her skin like a hot knife through butter. She opens her mouth to scream her last breath and I slowly slid my hand up toward her throat, enjoying this ecstasy, and with a brush, I snap her neck. The crack echoes throughout the room, but as I suck in mouth fulls of warm, delicate blood, my frenzy kicks in. All variety kinds of flavors danced through my mouth like wildfire, feeding the the beast within me. Her delicious blood was almost unworthy of spilling, but it was too late, the devine reverence was too much for me to handle. I lay her holy body down in peace and closed her eyelids in peace. I looked into her bedroom mirror, and expected to see a monster reflecting my inner self, but all I saw was a trail of blood, which I hungrily licked away. I smiled warm and bright, nodding to myself that I am not a monster, I shouldn't be distraught, even disappointed. She, Leah, her death is leading to something much better, much more than this poor world.
it is about a young vampire who goes through amnesia and has to regain his memories while staying alive. He is continuously missing death by a mere inch, but always comes out on top. He has to rid the world of an evil Council that refrains him from unlocking the 'gateway' to the 4th dimension.