dawn

He sat next to his bed and cried. Supposedly boys didn't cry, but this one did. His thin long black hair stuck to his forehead, which was very much sweaty. It had rained that night on his way home from his "meetings" so his hair was wet too. Clear tears dripped out of his crystal blue eyes and dripped down his pallid skin. He bit his thumb's fingernail while he cried, he was nervous. It seemed as if the Gods had heard his crying and decided to make it rain very hard. It had never rained this hard here in Romania. He stood up and layed on his bed and grabbed his stereo's remote control. He hit the power button and then the number 2 on his control. Nothing played, he looked up and saw his stereo, it said "no disc." He sighed and stood up and looked through a huge deck of CD. He flipped about 20 over before he reached the one he was looking for. He grabbed it and inserted it into his CD player this time. He pressed play and closed his eyes. Nothing played, He looked at the CD player and it said no disc. He opened the lid and took the CD out and placed it in again. The CD began to play, it played till the 27th second and then shut off. He looked at the CD player and it said low batteries. He was furious now. He grabbed the CD player and threw it and it hit a wall. It broke the lid off, and the name of the CD was revealed. The CD said "Mix" on it. He got up and walked down stairs. His mum was in the living room crying as usual, his dad in the kitchen murmuring words to himself. He went to the kitchen and took a coke bottle out. He then walked to a cabinet and opened it up and took a blue see through glass out. He walked back to where the coke bottle was at and poured coke into the glass till it almost spilled. He walked up to his room slowly. As he was about to close his door, he heard his mum screaming to his dad, and then they soon began to fight. He sat on his bed and looked out the window, he placed the cup on his night table. He laid his head against his window and tried to ignore the screams. The rain and thunder drifted into his mind and he began to dream. He dreamed of a girl, a girl that was not at all like him. She was tall and slender, she had bright green eyes and very silky short brown hair. Her name was Amelia, she went to school with Dawn, his name wasn't really Dawn, it was actually more like Brandon, but he was called Dawn. He stopped day dreaming once his father burst through his room's door. "Hey, what do you want" Dawn murmured to his dad. Dawn's dad walked over to his son and grabbed him by his arm and threw him into the ground. "Hey! What's wrong! What did I do?" This time Dawn screamed at his dad as he tried getting up just to be knocked down again. His dad slapped Dawn with all his power and knocked the seventeen-year-old down. Dawn's father walked out of the door without giving any explanations, no reasons, no sorry.
When Dawn woke up he had a horrible headache. He stood up and walked into his bedroom's bathroom and looked in the mirror. His nose was bleeding, he went up to touch it and it hurt so much. It was broken. He went back into his room's living room and opened his pant's drawers. He took out a gun and one hundred-dollar bill. He stuffed both items into a backpack and went down stairs. "Where are you going honey?" his mother called out to him from he kitchen. He walked over to the kitchen and saw his mum with a bloody nose too. He ran to her side and hugged her and said "my nose is broken." His mother began to cry and tried to drink the cup of coffee that she held in her hand, but in her attempt she accidentally poured it all over her and dropped the cup. The cup shattered into thousands of little pieces once it touched the ground. "I hate him. I am so sorry Brandon" she said while she tried picking the cup's little pieces. Dawn went to get a broom and a scupper to scoop up the glass. "Mum, it's OK. I'm leaving now" He picked the scupper up and threw the pieces of glass into the garbage. "OK sweetheart, don't be home later than 10:30 P.M. OK?" His mum told him as he left the door, he heard her, but ignored her.
"Hey Dawn" his best friend Raven walked into the cemetery and sat next to him. Dawn didn't say anything back. He layed on a tomb of some stranger he didn't know. He caressed the stone coffin with his fingertips, all he gathered was dust. "Dawn, what's wrong" his friend attempted on getting Dawn to talk, but once again it failed. "I'm going to Amelia's brother's house, want to come?" Raven knew how much Dawn liked Amelia, so he thought this would make him talk, but it didn't. "OK, well bye" Raven walked out of the cemetery, leaving Dawn the thing he wasn't going to be for long…alone. Dawn stood up and wiped his black shirt and pants and began walking deeper into the darker part of the cemetery. He continued walking and came upon a Sanctuary and walked into it. He hated churches and anything to do with religion, he hated everything to do with hope, for his was all stolen. He climbed up the altar and layed on the tomb of some important priest, or so he though, then he once more began to cry. The rain had cooled down a bit, but it began raining hard once again. He laid his head and began to sleep, the sound of the rain hitting against the floor soothed his soul.
Once his eyes opened all he saw was raindrops and darkness ahead of him. He opened his backpack up and took out a blanket he had in there from days ago, and a very small pillow. He placed the pillow under his head and cuddled up in the blanket. He then took out his CD player and loaded new batteries into it and began to listen to music. His eyes were wide open, and even though he didn't want to truly admit it, he was terrified of the dark. He pressed stop on his CD player and took his headphones' off and sat there quietly listening to the rain. He felt alone, but he truly wasn't, because in the other end of that Cemetery slept the one who he awoke. The Goddess of all tortured souls, the one and only, Zomara.

She slept for many centuries, waiting for someone worthy enough to wake her up, and she found someone who warmed her heart with his weeping. He thought he was sleeping over the dead body of a priest or so, but it wasn't so, he was sleeping over the body of the one who once was so close to rule the world. Her brown eyes just opened and she began to breathe once again, she moved her hand up and saw it was mostly all bones. She no longer had use of the body she was in, she didn't want to be ugly. And she wasn't going to be ugly. She knew that Dawn was resting on top of her tomb. She was glad because now he had awakened her. It was said the only way to tame my wickedness was to lock me deep under the walls of a Sanctuary, my Sanctuary. So now you know, I am telling the story too this time.
The sun hit Dawns eyes when he woke, he didn't like having the sun hitting his eyes because like any, it hurts their vision. He already saw blurry from all the brain damage her father was causing him. He stood up and ran out of the Cemetery and went to school. I knew he had left, but because I also knew I wanted him, I arose and went on my way, to find I new body, a new life.
I saw a woman walk into the Sanctuary, she was quite ugly, but I needed to catch my beautiful body in the form of a human, not a skeleton, so I took over her body meanwhile. I walked out of that Cemetery, it looked the same as it did 1,000 years ago when Lazarus and I were together. Lazarus, what had happened to my beauty, was he still alive? I didn't know, but I was going to find out. I walked and walked searching for a woman worthy enough to take over. I found one, she was exactly what I needed. She had purple eyes, which totally freaked me out, but later on I found out they were contacts, but either way, her eyes were just like Vincent's, bright green. Vincent had been locked up too, so I had decided to find where he was out and set him free. Either way, she had shoulder length straight blonde hair, a wicked look in her face. She was super pale, almost like snow pale. She had pink lips, not crimson like mine, but she was good enough. I did have to change her a bit before I left to my new high school to begging my new life. I was excited to begging as a teenager once more. I went to a grocery store and bought some black hair dye, I needed that gothic look more than ever now, the Goths were taking over the world, and I needed to fit in. I have the power to do many things, so I decided to make my hair grow waist length the way I had it before. I bought some make up equipment such as lipstick, to have my crimson lips once more, eyeliner and eye shadow. I wanted to be me again, I needed to be me yet still not be me. I walked to my new home. {Laughs} well, my first prey's home, which was indeed a very nice house, sort of perfected to my taste, and you should know my tastes, I lived with a rock star for many centuries. Either way, he had a daughter with great taste in music and clothing, perfected to my likes. They even had a little puppy, which became my best friend. It was a Shih Tzu, just like me, cute but dangerous, I named her puddles. I decided this name because she left puddles of pee everywhere she went. Pitiful, but I still loved my little girl. Either way, I tried on all the clothing in the house, and lucky for me, the daughter's clothing fit me perfect. I was out for my first day of school. I was very much excited, I was happy. Now the thing I didn't mention was that the girl's body I robbed was from Sweden, I had to travel all the way over there because if I grabbed someone near by, then I wont be the new girl. I loved being the new girl, still do. The mansion I was living in was in Finland, right in front of my Sanctuary, and two blocks away from Dawn.
It was now lunchtime at Dawn's high school and he had decided to talk and tell Amelia his feelings towards her. Amelia was the cheerleader type, she liked Dawn too, but she would never dare tell anyone. Dawn wasn't too much of an outcast in that schools because there were many Goth and punk kids in school. Raven signaled Dawn that it was a good time to go and talk to Amelia. Dawn slowly walked over to Amelia and sat next to her. "Hey" he couldn't believe that he made it that far. Amelia looked around to see if anyone popular was around, "hey Brandon, how are you?" she replied. Only Amelia and Dawn's mum called him Brandon, this sent shivers all over his spine. He loved hearing her sweet girlish voice. "Listen Amelia, I was wondering if you might like to go out and eat something with me someday" Now that was a miracle, he was so shy and quiet, he didn't even believe the words that came out of his mouth. Amelia's three best friends came and sat next to her. Amelia smiled and greeted them all. "Listen Dawn or whatever you all yourself, I am way out of your league, now run along you freak" The words stabbed Dawn's heart as if a blade had just been stabbed right into it. Amelia's three friends laughed and Amelia did too. Amelia's laughter turned into a frown while her friends weren't looking. She watched Dawn walk back to his group. He apparently told everyone in his group, all the girls were all over him and hugging him. The guys just stared at Amelia with an Evil eye. Dawn was pretty popular at school, he was the leader of a "Vampire Cult." He loved claiming things he wasn't anything he said he was, but they still loved his crazy stories. He sat back down and began to eat his bacon and cheese sandwich. Amelia's brother Matt came up to him and began talking with him. "What's up Dawn?" Dawn wiped the Mayo that dripped out of the sandwich and into his hands on his sacred Forsaken shirt. It was old, it was passed down by his ancestors. "Damnit! I ruined the shirt," he tried wiping the Mayo off of the black shirt, but it wouldn't come out. "Oh hey Matt, how's you" he talked in slang. He dipped his fingers into a glass of water that some girl was drinking from and tried scrubbing the Mayo off, but it only made it worse. Matt heard a loud whistle and looked back. There he saw the hottest girl he had ever seen. I walked through the cafeteria like the thing I was, a queen, a goddess. Every single pair of eyes was staring at me. Girls whispered back and forth and the guys just stared. Dawn was way too busy trying to clean the shirt up to realize me. I too wore a Forsaken shirt, they were rare now days. 1,000 years ago they sold like mad, but now they were gone. I wore my favorite combination of clothing, leather, Leather, and leather. My shirt was leather, my boots were leather, my skirt was leather. I put my hair up which made me look like a prostitute or something so. I walked over to Dawn's table, everyone stared at me, waiting to see what I'd do. I bent down and put my hand on his lap, I took a napkin out and passed it through the stain. The stain disappeared just like that. I looked up and smiled at him. His clear crystal eyes stared down on me, and then he too smiled. I stood up, "you out to be careful, Forsaken shirts are very rare." I sat next to him "I am Zomara" He stared at me as if he was in some kind of spell. He was actually under a spell, the spell of my beauty. Matt pushed in between Dawn and I and introduced himself to me "hi I'm Matt, I'm the captain of the football team" Even though he looked gothic, he was indeed the captain of the football team. I smiled "is that so?" I stood up and sat once more next to Dawn. "do you have a name?" I asked him, he still remained silenced until he caught up with his mind once more. "you have a forsaken shirt too!" everyone laughed because he was so far behind. Everybody was listening in on my conversation with Dawn. "My name is Brandon, but everyone calls me Dawn. Zomara is a very beautiful name." I smiled, "indeed, so it is." I stood up and began to walk out of the cafeteria and out into the halls. The Lunch Bell rang and everyone stood up and followed me to see what I was doing. I continued walking, I too needed a locker, I guess they didn't know that. I looked behind me and saw half of the whole school behind me. I could see Dawn from a distance. I walked straight ahead and everyone moved out of my way. I met up with Dawn "hey, help me open my locker up" I gave him a paper with my combination on it. I walked over to my locker and he followed me. A teacher came out and told my larger crowd of followers to go to their classes. It took about a minute or two for everyone to realize what they were doing. "Hello, who are you" my now Algebra teacher asked me. "I am Zomara, a new student." She smiled and introduced herself to me as Mrs.Margaret. "Mr. De' Count, why are you not in class yet?" she asked him in a grumpy sort of voice. I told her he was helping me, but she immediately sent him to his classroom and began helping me. Once I was ready to begging all my classes, I went to the first room my agenda said. I made sure I had all of my classes with Dawn, Brandon De'Count. My first class was German01, which was very boring, but I got to sit across from Dawn, which made my day beautiful and shinny. Dawn and I passed each other notes, which read:

Hey new girl, Zomara. I'm Dawn, where you from? Hey, don't mind me asking, but are where did you get your shirt? It's so amazing.
Hello Dawn, I got it from my ex boyfriend.
Oh, OK, so where are you from?
I'm from here, Finland. Have you ever heard any of Forsaken's music? They are Amazing.
OMFG! You've heard Forsaken's music?
Lol, yeah. Wanna come over to my house and listen to them after school
Hell yeah!
OK, we should stop now, we'll get caught
OK

I had already begun getting what I wanted, Dawn. When German01 was over, Matt and a group of friends waited outside for me in the hall. I was talking to Dawn the whole time, so when I got outside, I bumped into them and fell down along with my book. "Hey Zomara" I looked at them and then got up. Dawn bent over and grabbed my book and helped me up, then he returned my book to me. "Thanks" I smiled and continued walking. Matt and his little idiot crew were surprised, they thought id be all flirtatious and seductive with them. They ere quite handsome, but jerks, they didn't even help em up! I had two more classes before school was out. I knew the answers to every single question, this truly impressed Dawn and the rest of the class. Dawn was smarter than I thought, which impressed me quite a bit too. We both talked a lot and clowned around, I felt as if I knew him for ages. He got out of school and began walking over to my house. Matt and his friends followed me there, they tried talking to me, but I kept all conversations super short. Once Dawn reached my room he sat down on my floor and I joined him. "So which one do you want to hear first?" I asked him and I looked for my Forsaken CD's. "You mean you have more than just one?" his eyes and mouth widened. "Yeah, I have all of their CD's, which is in fact, wow, like twenty." He looked at me for the longest time. "You are without a doubt the coolest person I know" he smiled t me and I at him. "Good" I replied and inserted Buried Alive. The first song came on which was called Silent Screams if I am not mistaking. Dawn seemed to love the music so much, he stood up and began rocking his head like a rock star and jumping around till he fell back down on the ground. We both laughed at his silliness. A big gap of silence grew between us. We listened to Farsaken's music till it was around 10:00 P.M. I even laid my head on his laps. I was doing well, sooner or later, I was going to be Dawns girlfriend, and maybe, even more.

"Brandon, it is late, and I was wondering if you'd like to stay over?" His eyes began to clear up even more than before, he smiled and then hugged me. We were having a great time, "yeah, I Wanna stay over. Let me call my mum first though, she's going to be pissed but I don't care." I reached over and grabbed my telephone and handed it to him. He dialed his home phone number and waited a while before he began to speak. "Dad, I'm staying over at my new friend's house tonight." That's all he said, and minutes later he hung up and seemed to be surprised. I knew his life wasn't the best, so I paid his family a little visit before I went to school, it was more like doing a miracle to me. "What's wrong Bran?" I asked him and leaned on his shoulder. He smiled and gave my phone back to me. "Nothing. That's the point, nothing is wrong at all," he laughed a bit and then walked to my bed and laid on it. "My dad just told me to be careful and to not stay out late if I were going outside to a bar or something." I layed next to him and touched his hair. "That's good isn't it?" I asked him and he replied with a "Yeah! It's GREAT!"
We were playing video games, I had not played a game for a long time, so it felt good. He beat me all the time though, Then we finally decided to do something else. I asked him if he was hungry, he just smiled so, I guessed that meant yes. I ordered us some Pizza and cold drinks. My larger mansion had about three pools, so I asked him if he wanted to go into one. Even though Dawn was shy he still loved being flirtatious with me. He did not refuse my invitation of going into the pool. The pool was in my backyard, and right across from the pool was the cemetery. It was a beautiful view, or so I thought, I think Dawn thought so too. I got him a swimming suit and got into mine, which made me look very sexy, I always have been sexy either way. We ate out Pizza and drank our cokes there in the pool. We messed around and had little competitions. He could never suspect that I was a Vampire.
We settled down a bit and went to a gazebo that was next to me pool and finished our drinks and pizzas there. "Why just me?" he asked me, I had to admit, this time I had no clue what he meant. "Pardon me?" I looked at him confuse, which I was confused. "there were so many people that wanted to know you, why did you talk to me. I mean since the moment you walked in, everyone wanted to know you, and I was way too busy trying to fix my shirt to notice you." He laughed and took a sip of his coke. "well first thing of all, you are way beyond divine in looks, and so far personality. I wanted to know you because you were too busy trying to clean your shirt to notice me. What good does it do to try to seduce someone who fell for me from the first moment?" I looked up at the moon and then at him. He came in closer to me, I didn't expect him to do what he did, but I'm glad he did. "But I did fall for you the first moment I saw you" He came in closer and kissed me. I froze because it was my very first kiss with a Mortal. I know you must be thinking I'm a whore or something because every single guy in my stories falls for me and I for them. What can I say, I would fall for myself too. The guys are super beautiful, I can't resist true beauty. I couldn't resist Dawn's beauty. "Do you believe in Vampires?" I asked Dawn after we were done kissing. We went back into the pool and cuddled up on the pool's steps. I had to ask him my question once more, "yeah, I am a vampire. I'm also the leader of a Vampire cult." I knew he wasn't a vampire, I thought it was cute though, he thought he was a REAL vampire. "You are not a vampire Dawn" I looked into the water and saw him caressing my hands with his. "Why do you say that?" He lifted my head up with his index finger and looked straight into my eyes. "Because I am a REAL one, and I know you are not a vampire." He laughed and then tried getting up but I held unto his arm so he wouldn't leave. "How would you like to be a famous rock star? An immortal Rock star?" I asked him and he looked at me and sat back down. "I'd like that to be possible, but it is not. You are great and all but I hate it when people tell me what I am." I wasn't telling him what he was. "I'm not telling you what you are, I am telling you what you are not." I paused and then continued. "Tell me, would you like to be an immortal rock star? I can make you one." He smiled and laughed "yeah right. Try" I took my left earring off and slit my wrist with it's sharp point. Crimson liquid began to drip out of my wound and into the pool. I held my wrist up to hid lips "drink" He smiled at me "I thought you'd never ask" He put his beautiful icy lips on my wound and began to suck on my flesh, draining blood out of my cut. Once he was done, he stood up and told me that he drank blood all the time. "If you are a real vampire and I drank your blood, aren't I suppose to be dying right now?" He stood up and began walking around the edge of the pool, and as he walked he weakened and fell into the pool. "Indeed you are" I smiled and sat down on a bench and enjoyed the show. The water began to mix with blood, which was coming out of his mouth. See, according to my experiences, the vampires has to have all their blood drained out of them, that way fresh blood could go into their system. Sometimes, just sometimes they would still have a bit of human blood in them, which gave them special feelings to feel pity for such and so. He came out of the water like some god or something. His hair was completely wet and water dripped out of the tips. He walked towards me, he was walking on water, like god. "You weren't lying were you?" he came over to me and grabbed me and kissed me and then let go. "Why would I lie?" I replied. He smiled and said "so, where is my fame?"

Next day when we arrived at school together, we made the biggest entrance ever. I don't know if it was our clothing or just because we were popular. I wore a white velvet dress that had red see through webbing hanging from the collar and the waist and bottom. He wore a white suit with a blood red shirt inside. He looked so good. Everyone's eyes were set on us both, mostly when we kissed. Amelia was jealous, I could tell. Dawn told me about Amelia, girls like that made my blood boil, so I wanted to do something to her.
School was the same as I remembered it being, boring. I thought that with this thousand years life would be something more like the Jetsons or whatever that cartoon was called, with more technology. Maybe with cars that would fly and replicates of humans, I was wrong, life was the same, just metal had become louder---Better. School became very much disturbing to me, so I began to not go at all, I dragged 25% of the school out with me. I had them all under my control, I had begun a Vampire coven. Many people thought I was a fake, but many worshipped me. The people who believed I was a fake still worshipped me though, they loved listening to my stories with such delight. I sounded so real, which I was. I was a vampire who acted like a mortal who acted like a vampire, how typical. Like I said earlier, I got 25% of the students in my high school to drop out and follow me. I had three hundred girls and boys, ages fourteen to twenty seven or so following me as their god. I wanted to finish what Vincent and I had started, I wanted to own 75% of the human race, but this time Dawn would help me. Dawn was already worshipped but once he united his powers with me, we began to grow even stronger. He had decided to do something different to his style, he wanted to be like a God. He dyed his black hair to a silver white color, which looked great with his green eyes, pale skin, and reddish lips. He no longer wore band shirts nor baggy pants, he found it to be very trashy, he was beginning to act like Lazarus is a way, but then again Lazarus never found any type of clothing trashy, he believed the best clothing was flesh. Dawn wore things more like suits and leather. I stayed with the same fashion I had had over one thousand years ago. I was known as the "brat queen" and Dawn was known as the "brat king" we always got what we wanted. Dawn mainly wanted power, I did too. Before dawn became what he was, he was a sensitive sad guy. I knew so from a letter to nobody that he wrote. "Here, have this." He handed a black envelope to me. "What is it?" I took it out of his hand and looked at it. It said in white lettering To: you From: Brandon. He told me to open it, it was supposedly a letter he had written to nobody in particular, and that when he felt he had found that somebody, he had to give it to them. Obviously, I was that somebody.

Greetings somebody,

I am Brandon, you may call me Dawn, everybody does. Listen, I don't know who you are at this moment, but if I have given this letter to you, then it means I do now. I am sixteen years old of age at this moment, I soon will be seventeen though. I want to tell you so many things, I just don't know how to begin. I guess I should begin with telling you about my life and me. I am a boy that only has a mother and a curiosity. What I mean by curiosity is that I do not know if my father is really my father. My mother was a whore, she had me at age fourteen or so, maybe younger, once she got her period and had sex with a man who was able make a girl pregnant. My "father" has a huge fear for blood. That is why we haven made a blood test. I look a lot like my mother, she now is in her thirties, or so I think. She told me she was twenty-three, and she does look as of the age of twenty-three, but if she truly is my mother, it is impossible. I do not know her exact age because she never told me when her birth date was. She has been twenty-three for three years now. I do not know when my birthday is, she never bothered telling me nor celebrating it either. I guess I could look at my birth certificate, but I don't want to look at it. I like being a mystery. I just gave myself a birth date, I decided that October 31st would go well with my attitude, the night to celebrate Evil, in other words, me. My father is some year of age, I don't know either. I do know his birth date, but I don't care to remember it. He acts like my enemy more than a father. My mother is my girlfriend, or so I say. One night while I slept, she walked into my bedroom halfway naked while I pleased myself sexually. She got on top of me and began doing what she does best. It was a weird night, I do not see her as my mother anymore. I see her as my sexy girlfriend. Then again I have many girlfriends. They all are charmed by my charms, I can't help being a great seducer. I had told my friends and girlfriends that I was the anti-Christ and that the world was going to end by the year 4000, considering we are right now in year 3600. They all drool over my stupid stories. My mum believed she is the queen or something like that. My "father" found out that my mother had an affair with some other man, but he didn't know it was I. When he did find out, which was very funny. He found us "doing it" in the bathroom with blood all over our body. Sharon loves cutting herself during sex, Sharon is my mother. Either way, when he found out it was I, all hell broke loose. He beat Sharon and I up so badly. He said I was Satan himself while he stabbed the shit out of me. I don't even know how I survived that, to top it off, I laughed while he told me that I was a sinner and was going to go to hell. My father was a priest, he is no longer one. The church kicked him out, he damn deserved it. I guess we all have a demon in us, I sure saw his, but he has not seen mine yet. He shot a bullet through Sharon's leg, I tried defending her but I was way too hurt. He quickly ran off and let us there to bleed. I managed to grab the phone and call 911. I was close to death, so was Sharon. I survived and she did too, as you can tell, I am, writing this letter. When they were sentencing my father, Richard, to death row, I pleaded them not to. He didn't even have to stay in jail, law is very stupid, and I wanted to avenge my almost death, but not by seeing him burn in a chair by an electrical chair. I wanted to avenge my death with my bare hands. He stayed away from us, but he is an idiot, so he came back pleading forgiveness. He "loved" Sharon too much to leave her. Bullshit! Either way, they never got divorced, so they lived together. Sharon and I now longer had sex nor any sexual or physical feelings towards each other, well I didn't, I knew she did because she would beg me to make her my bride. I thought she was mental, so I just ignored her and began calling her "mum" Days passed, then weeks, then months. I do not really believe I am seventeen, I have been in tenth grade for at least two years already. No one truly pays attention to my age. Father began beating Sharon almost every night, when I tried helping her, he would hurt me too. I never fought back, if I did I'd kill him, and I didn't want his death just yet. I imagined life being a nice life for me, but things rot up since I was four or so. When I was four or five, maybe six, I don't know, I saw my nanny get murdered by some man who thought to be vampires. They had to kill me too, but I guess they had mortal feelings, instead they just took me to their hiding place. They had over ten dead rotten corpses there. They threw my nanny's body, which made up eleven. I trembled, I cried, I screamed, but nothing happened. My mother didn't know I was missing, for I was kidnapped at night, and during the night she worked at a bar as a stripper. My father had left me, but he later on came back, maybe when I was ten or so. Anyway, the group of psycho killers threw me into an empty Jacuzzi and threw all ten bodies over me. My nanny's corpse still bled, and it dripped all over my face. I was suffocating, the blood was making a pool inside my mouth, I didn't want to drink it, but I had no choice. It was a bitter horrible taste. I could see a dead woman's eyes, they were bright blue, so beautiful, I fell in love with them. I could hardly breathe. I couldn't see much light because the corpses were all over me covering my small framed body. I couldn't pull them off of me because I was way too weak. I heard loud shots and shattering windows. I began to scream because I was way too afraid. I began to see light from a crack, and then two, and soon I was free from all the dead people. A cop grabbed me and took me into his car. "Son are you OK?" the light began to dim and then die, I passed out. Once my eyes opened up again, I saw my mother next to me. Not a tear was in her eye. I quickly got better physically, but mentally I was scarred, it still haunts me when I sleep. Those bright blue eyes haunt me so much, I see her and her finger less hands reach out to grab me, they always do, but I always wake before I can see what will happen next. Things didn't just end there, my life was like a so-opera. When I was in third grade, my teacher, Mr.Douglas seemed like a nice teacher at first. He always treated me different, with great like. I liked that very much because I was treated like a king. It was one of those nights where my mother was out working at the same old bar, and my dad was at home stoned watching TV. Douglas, or so he begged me, a nine year old boy, to call him. He invited me to go see a movie with him. I agreed. When I got into his car, we drove pass the Movie Theater. I didn't say anything thought because I thought that maybe he was taking me to a new theater. I fell asleep, when the car stopped moving, I opened my eyes and I saw myself on a bed naked. I did not know what was going on. Douglas began to kiss my cheek and touch me in places no person had ever touched me before, other than my mum, when she showered me that is. I began to scream and force him off, but he was way too hard to get off. He was about thirty-two years old. He was a tall, skinny, hairy man with glasses and black long hair that flipped on the ends. He raped me and did many gross things. His wife, Mrs.Burton, found him on top of me. I had passed out from all the excitement. He did not see her, she called the police and once they got there they arrested him and charged him to sixty years of prison. I was glad, I grew hatred towards him and most of my teachers. My mum laid beside me and told me sweet things. As I grew up I had certain desires towards her, I wanted to marry her. I was now age twelve or so I thought. I was beginning my first year in junior high. I got beat up on "freshmen Friday" by three guys. No one spoke to me because most of them thought I was mental. I was quiet and I didn't do much. I once set my teacher's trashcan on fire back in elementary school. That was the reason most teachers never called on me. Even though it seemed as if I was brain dead, I was rather very smart. I aced all of my classes. I had a knowledge far beyond anyone's reach, I had seen and experienced things not many have experienced. I was in seventh grade when I met my first friend, he was the one who turned me into what I am now. He was the outcast, he came to school as an American student. He was the new boy in school, many people called him names just like they called me. He would listen to loud music in his CD player while the rest of the class was listening to the teacher. He got suspended a lot, he would beat up most of the people who called him names. He was without a doubt a rebel. He was a very tall and skinny guy, pale like i. He had dirty red hair and blue eyes. He wore outliner and black lipstick. He always drew an upside down red or black cross on his forehead. He usually wore torn up pants and shirts with lots of safety pins, all black too. He was considered a Goth, he was very smart too. It was a Sunday night when him and I actually spoke to each other. He was behind the bowling alley smoking and drinking vodka or something like that, it was really strong. I sat next to him on the ground. "What's your name?" that was my first question. "Gustave, call me Gus" that was his first answer. "You?" I scratched my head "Brandon" He laughed hysterically. "Dawn, I shall call you dawn, Brandon is the name of a pussy." I looked at him puzzled and I was. I didn't think there was anything wrong with the name Brandon back then, now I see what he meant. "Why Dawn?" I had to ask him, I still don't know why he named me Dawn, but I like it. "Don't ask too many questions, want some?" he handed his cigar to me. I grabbed it and looked at it a few times and inhaled the filthy smoke. I coughed a few times, "is this marijuana?" I asked him. He smiled and nodded his head. "My mum gave me some one night when she was wasted." And she did, she is a bad mother, but I love her still. Gus laughed and gave me a bottle of beer to drink from. We talked and talked till it was dawn. We found out we had much in common. "I like you" he would say to me "but I have to make minor changes to your looks" I smiled. "What type" he grabbed my hair and pulled it towards him, it hurt me a lot. My hair was shoulder length. He took out a knife, I thought he was going to kill me, but instead he began cutting my hair chin length, it was a very bad job. "Come on, lets go to my house" he stood up and I followed him. He pressed his face against a car's window trying to see inside it. "Look for a car that has it's key nearby or in" he commanded me and I did. It took us ten minutes before I found one car with a key right next to the seat. He began to inspect the car, it didn't have a red light so it didn't have an alarm, lucky us. He broke the car's window and pulled the lock up and opened the door. He sat in the driver's seat and told me to come in. He started the car and on our way we were to his home. When we arrived, he lived in a trailer house. "Do you live alone?" he nodded his head. "My step dad robbed a bank and they killed him, the police. They never found the cash, I have it hidden good" I was amazed by him, attracted. We went inside his house and to my surprise it didn't look as bad inside as it looked outside. We went into his room and he took out a pair of scissors and began cutting my hair. When he was done, he walked to his stereo and put on "forsaken" a rock band that lived over one thousand years ago. "What is this, sounds good" he told me what it was and opened up his closet. It was full of black and red clothing, it was so amazing. "What size of pants, shoes, and shirts do you use?" I stood up and walked towards him. "I wear small shirts and pants, and I'm size ten in shoes." He smiled "perfect" he began putting different pairs of clothing on me and all that stuff. It was now five or so in the morning, it was almost time to go to school, like in two more hours or so. I looked in the mirror and was impressed with what I saw. I looked evil, like I am today. I was the same image as him. He turned me around and closed my eyes, he began putting eye shadow on me and painting my lips black. When he was done he came close to me. "God, you are beautiful" His full lips bit mine and he drained a but of blood from mine, he begin to kiss my lips with great passion and I his. I wanted to kiss them too, I am not gay nor a Bisexual, but Gus made me feel good. When he was done he looked into my eyes, "the girls will love those lips, lets go to school now." Before we went to school thought, he took me to a cemetery near my house, the cemetery I go now. "There is a myth that a vampire and his queen embraced her, he was the lead singer of Forsaken?" I laughed because I didn't believe in vampires until I turned age fifteen. Gus was two years older than I was, but I still acted more grown up than he did. That day when I arrived at school, I was the center of attention. No one called Gus nor I any names anymore, then soon we began to teach our culture to a few vulnerable girls, then boys, then all. We had power. I now was fifteen, believing that I was a vampire or the anti-Christ. All my little followers enjoyed hearing my stupid stories and they believed I was some sort of dark prince. I began having sex, smoking pot, and dragging girls and boys into my religion, the one where you worshipped me. I told them I'd give them eternal life and all they're little black hearts desired. I invited them to my house, my mum always spied on me, so she knew what I was doing. I had sex with many girls and gave them my blood to drink, I told them they were now my "whores" they all giggled. I'd have sex with two of them, or even sometimes three. I also gave of my blood to a few men. I had become so strong that I even seduced grown man into worshipping me. One night my mother came into my room and begged me to turn her into me, I told her no, and she slapped me and ran off. Later that night she was hit my a car, and I went over to the hospital and attended her. She got well soon. I no longer wanted to have my "rituals" at home so, Gus got us a little shattered apartment. We did many things there, we smoked, talked, drank, did blood rituals, and many other things. Later on when I aged sixteen, I began liking this one girl named Amelia, she was a popular cheerleader girl who always avoided me. Even though I was way more popular than she was. I became friends with her brother Matt and I made a new best friend named Raven after Gus's death. I was disturbed, the police killed Gus, this is why I hate them so much. I tried committing suicide thirteen times, but they all failed. I wanted to tell you all of this because if you are reading this letter now, it means that I actually believe you can help me. I want you to hold me tight, I want you to give me your shoulder to cry on. I want to make love and not hard-core sex to you. I want you to heal all my wounds and mend all my shattered hopes and shattered heart. I hope you can help me.

DAWN


I put the letter down and hugged Dawn. I had so many questions about him, and I didn't know how to ask, now I didn't have to ask, all of them were answered. His pain must have been horrible, and he wanted me to cure all of his scars and wounds. I had just damned him forever, and I didn't know he was this hurt. I guess I did good to damn him, now he can never die and will always have power over humans. "Dawn." He placed his finger over my mouthed and kissed me. He hugged me again, a tear slid down his eye. "Thank you" I smiled and thanked him too. "I'm so sorry" he caressed my face, "don't be."
"I want to kill Amelia so badly" Dawn said as he brushed his teeth. He walked up to my bed and got in. "why" I asked him as if I did not know the answer already. "You know why" he replied, and I did. I smiled at him and told him that not to worry, his wish is already granted. He quickly fell asleep and I got dressed. It was about six in the afternoon, the sun was almost down so it wasn't going to sting my eyes nor skin as much. I saw Amelia walking through a dark alley, I had been stalking her for days, plotting her death. I walked behind her and tapped her shoulder. "Hi Zomara!" she smiled, that little preppy voice disturbed me so much, it was as if I was talking to Emily, that dirty whore of my dead boss. "Hello" I smiled and began walking closer to her. I took out a knife and held it to her neck. She began to panic, "put that down Zomara, that thing can hurt somebody" I grinned "I know"
I tied her up and threw her into my car. I took her to my cemetery and cut her from ear to ear. She still was alive, but she kept on passing out. I stuck my knife through her right eyes and say her die. I grabbed her and kissed her dead lips. "I know"
I hated having slow deaths, I like killing the victim quickly and super painfully. And I did. When I came home Dawn was waiting for me laughing. "What" I laughed too and sat on his laps, each leg by his sides and facing him. "You killed Amelia" he kissed me and touched me a lot. "Was I a bad girl?" I smiled and said in an innocent yet evil voice. "Yes, a naughty, naughty, girl" He smiled once more and kissed my neck. "Shouldn't I be punished?" he nodded his head, and kissed me some more. "I'm tired, good night" I got up and went to my bed and got in it. I closed my eyes. He stared at me, he thought something more was going to happen, but nothing did. Few minutes I awoke. "I'm hungry, let's go eat" He smiled and reached his hand out to me. I grabbed it and he spun me around into his arms and bit my ear and then whispered in it "me too"

He looked into a mirror, he saw himself. A tall pallid boy with crystal blue eyes that were fading away. White hair and crimson lips, all dressed up in a suit. He looked at what he had became, and he cried. Even though Vampire's weren't suppose to cry, he did, because he still felt human. He was glad he was what he was, but sometimes he felt different, and began thinking about the cruel past. All these nights he had been with Zomara made him realize how damned he really was. His life has been pure hell, and now a beautiful creature has come to save him from the abyss he as falling in. She was somewhat what Lucifer was, a fallen angel. He feared to wake up and find out that this was just a dream, either way, this life is just a dream. You only wake up the moment you die, to either have a beautiful life in a promised paradise, or a painful life in a shadowed place. He felt as if his life had now began, now that Zomara had embraced him.
Sharon knocked on the door, then went in. She saw her baby boy lying on the ground crying with a large wound on his wrist and little drops of blood dripping from it unto his black carpet. "Brandon!" she ran to his side and took the razorblade out of his hand. "What is your problem, are you insane?" she tried getting a response, but she didn't. She hated his silence, she shook his body by his shoulders and he pushed her off. She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom to get a first aid kit. Dawn looked at his scar and blood. His blood was bright red when it first gushed out of his skin, but it became a dark red, almost black, as the wound got older by the seconds. He felt no pain when he slit his wrist, not a thing. He liked it. Some said he was mentally disturbed, Maybe he was, maybe just paranoid. His wound began to close up and the last drop of blood fell from the now closed up wound and landed on his white pants and stained it with it's red color. His mother ran to his side and opened the first aid kit up. She pulled his sleeve up and found nothing, she then pulled his other hand's sleeve up and saw nothing. "Where is…" before you could Finnish her sentence, Dawn told her "It's gone." She laughed and picked the first aid kit. Dawn laughed with her, but her laughter stopped and she hit Dawn as hard as she could with the Kit. Dawn fell back and continued laughing. He got back up and smiled at his mum. Sharon was scared, that smile on his face told so much. He grabbed her wrist and pressed her back against his chest and wrapped his right arm around her neck. He opened a cabinet near him and took out a knife with dried blood on it and held it up to Sharon's neck. "Don't you ever hit me again" he stood up and left the room, went out the front door, and into the night.
Dawn walked through a room full of people bowing down before him. He smiled and touched each of their heads as he passed by. In the end of the room, Zomara waited for him. She sat on a pool table waiting for him to come over to her. The place was a rather disturbing place. The walls were drawn on. They had pentagrams, up side down crosses, and many other satanic signs. They had the numbers zero, zero, zero all over the place. This was Zomara's mark, all her followers had to have that mark either carved or burned into their skin. If they decided to quit or not have the mark, Zomara and Dawn would have them for either breakfast, lunch, or dinner. At first no one believed it when they claimed to be Vampires, but Zomara and Dawn told stories about the future and the past that made anyone believe them. They're little Place was named "The undead" It was painted black inside and outside. They had altars and many things. It was like a sin place. There the girls would half way strip, they would drink each other's blood, they would plan murdering, they would do drugs, tell eerie stories, have sex, gamble, sacrifice humans. It was sickening what they did, but Zomara would not dare kill an animal, she had no pity for human beings, so she decided to sacrifice them instead. They're usual victims were either pretty, young, nice bodied, half-naked girls or babies and kids. They loved stealing little kids and newborns and sacrificing them. She believed that a true sacrifice had to be the blood of youth. Newborns and kids had the best youth. She also thought beauty was a very important thing in sacrificing someone, and these young prostitutes had plentiful beauty. She fed off of the energy and blood of humans. The things they did to the newborns were abominable. She enjoyed dismembering anything and putting it back together with other pieces. She would steal five newborns from all over Finland and bring them to their Sanctuary and sacrifice them all. She would chop their heads off with an ax, take their eyes out, cut their fingers and toes off, and if they were boys, their little member too. She would grab the eyes of another baby and put them into another, it was like a game to her. She freaked out many of her followers. It was disgusting, it was UN human. Thirty-seven tried to leave, thirty-seven were found dead within a week. They knew they couldn't leave, some didn't want to either, she offered them all they ever wanted. Dawn was sickened out by Zomara's baby sacrifice, the rest sacrifices he did not mind, but babies, that was just cruel. He tried avoiding her, but he couldn't. He would dream about her, think about her, see her, want her, crave her. He couldn't be without her, and she knew it so. He kept away from her for nearly two weeks. He didn't want to feed on the blood of babies, he didn't care about the rest. He had "attacked" Sharon more than once. He began to have sexual relationships with her once more. She loved to be bitten by Dawn. They both were very much mentally ill. Zomara, being the jealous woman that she was, threatened Dawn to kill his mother, but he seemed to not care. Sharon was beautiful, she looked young, and she was fairly young. Dawn reunited once more with Zomara. The people in the coven were already costumed to Zomara's taste, but she too got tired of some things. She began to have a special interest in mental kids. She liked teenage mental kids, not as in retarded, but somewhat like Dawn. They were mentally ill, disturbed, horrible sinners. Kids that don't give a "fuck" about anything. She liked to sleep with them, drink them, dismember them, cook them, and feed them to her "children"
When she first came up with the idea of feeding her victims to her followers, they were sickened. She didn't give them a choice, either way, they did a she said. She was bound to be the most disgusting creature on earth, but never forget, that Vincent sleeps somewhere, awaiting for her to release him. The cops hung around "the undead" quite often. As a matter of fact, there were seventeen cops in the cult. The policemen that were not in the cult began to get suspicious. They tried finding a killer to all these murdering, but no fingerprints, no nothing was left behind. The ones that got close to figuring out Zomara's murdering, usually became food. She would seduce them, touch them, kiss them, drink them, eat them. She even got to the point where she would rip off their flesh with her teeth and ate their skin. Everyone idolized her by now, no matter how evil she was, everyone loved her, mainly Dawn.

Dawn entered his bedroom. He layed on his bed and pressed his head against his pillow. He began to un-zip his zipper. He took off his shoes with his feet. He got up and took off his shirt. He went to his bathroom and turned on the cold water. He turned off all the lights and lid red and black candles all around the bathroom. He took off his boxers and went into the shower. The water wet his hair and then all of his body. He lifted the bathroom's shower curtain up to get shampoo. He saw a voice recorder right next to the shampoo. He grabbed it and looked at it. He slowly sat down and let the cold water hit against his thigh. He touched his neck and hair and lips. He was thinking about the thing he thought about the most, Zomara. He wanted her to be there showering with him. He turned the Recorder on and then hit the record and play button. A red light lit up, he began to speak:
What is wrong with me? I do not know. I am going insane, insane, insane. I see her when I shower, when I eat, when I sleep, when I kill, when I do everything. She haunts me, she wants me. I want her too. She promised me fame, but I see none. I want to kill her, but if I did I'd die with her. This is an odd feeling, I Brandon De'Count is going insane. Insane, Insane, insane…{breathes heavily} I have visions. I want to murder Sharon after fucking her. I want to be worshipped. I'm scared. I'm so different, so alone. I miss Gus. I miss Gus. I miss Gus. {begins to cry} I miss my mummy. Mom! Come here. Mom. Mom. I don't have a mum. I slept with ten girls named Rachel, Sarah, Renée, Amber, Tatjana, Kassy, Jennifer, Denisha, Khrystal, and Janet. They all died. Why?…I don't know. I also sleep with Sharon, but she is still alive. Zomara ignores any sexual contact with me. She is jealous. I want to fly. Why cant I fly? I want to die soon, but I cant. I cant. I cant. I cant. I cant. Dawn had a little farm…{long silence}. B-I-N-G-O, bingo was his name-o. {breathes heavily} I'm in the shower. I'm naked. I'm alone, I'm wet. I'm cold. I want a rubber ducky. I…. I…
Before he could say another word, the batteries to the recorder died and turned it off. He stood up and washed his body. He soaped his all body and then rinsed it off. He then got out and went to his bedroom still naked. He stumbled into his bed and layed there under the covers and cried. He shoved his pretty face into the pillow "Zomara. why? why?" he felt a cold dead hand rest itself on his back.. "why what" he recognized that sexy Finnish voice that whispered those two words into his ear. He slowly turned around and saw Zomara sitting right next to him. He smiled, he didn't know whether he was dream or if it was for real. He reached out and touched her face, it felt real. She came in close to him and kissed his frigid crimson lips. That felt real too. He wrapped his right arm around her and pulled her tight up to him. She pushed he covers away and got into them. She kissed him with more passion. She began to un do her shirt's straps. Dawn trembled in fright and excitement, it had been long since they last had any sexual intercourse. Right when her top was about to fall off of her body, his mother opened the door, and Zomara fled.
Dawn closed his eyes and damned his mother a thousand times. "I heard you showering, are you still nude?" Sharon entered the room with one special interest. Dawn wasn't feeling it, he was way too pissed off. "look Sharon, get the hell out of my room or I'm going to cut your fucking nipples off and glue them to your forehead." Dawn laughed because he thought that to be quiet funny, but Sharon didn't. Sharon closed the door and left. "Zomara! You still there?" he heard no response. He closed his eyes, and slept for a long time. When he woke up, He reached out to a cabinet and pulled out a pair of black boxers. He slid into them quickly, then threw on a pair of pants and a shirt, and went off to Zomara's house.

I was feeling very lonely. I needed the warmth of a man, Lazarus, Vincent, Legion, Dawn. I wanted things to be the way they were. With my boys and I, living as a happy Vampiric family. It be a joy to introduce Dawn to the other boys. Even though I'm a heartless evil baby eater, I do have warmth when it comes to my boys. I still remember the way Lazarus' arms felt when they held me tight against his skin. I still remember the way legion kissed my lips when we kissed. I still remember the way Vincent touched me, loved me. I need to find them, I have to. It was said that Vincent was also locked up in a coffin in some cemetery. Lazarus was buried alive, and Legion was thrown into the sea and tied with endless counts of knots, so that he would not resurrect anytime soon. I needed to have someone in my arms, I thought of Dawn. Dawn has awaken a small flame in my pitiless heart. I went over to his house, and I watched him as he showered in the bathroom. I waited till he came out, but once we were about to actually do something, his mother walked in, and I left. This is killing me, I need to find Vincent, I Do. I hear him calling me. I had a dream, and with this dream, I believe I will be able to locate his cemetery very soon. I dreamed that I walked into a Cemetery, it was a beautiful one, not like mine. This one was not wicked looking, it had a statue of God in the front, and it had red roses, white roses, violets, and yellow daisies. I walked into it, and it had a little Sanctuary and in there was Vincent. I awoke him, and set him free. When I saw him, we danced, we kissed, we embraced. Then I woke up. Now I have the need to find him. I do.
His eyes opened up. He began to breathe once more. He felt as if he had been drowning. He tried to stand up but he hit his head against the coffin's stone lid. He hit the stone and tried breaking it, he tried and tried, but nothing happened. He waited there for a long time. He heard the voices of two teenagers approaching the Sanctuary. He began to call upon them. The two teenage girls were in love with the voice of Vincent. They ran and sat on top of the Sanctuary. There was a withered rose on top of the tomb that began to turn into the most beautiful of them all. One of the girls picked it up and pricked her finger with the Rose's sharp blades. The blood dripped onto the stone coffin. Vincent sucked up the blood and drank it. The girls were not scared, they did not know how the rose turned so beautiful nor how the blood was sucked up. Vincent began to speak to them and put them in some sort of spell. They began to push the lid off, at first it was way too hard, but they managed moving a small bit. Through a crack they saw Vincent's charming green eyes staring and them. They got afraid an walked away. Vincent slid his bony fingers through the crack and began to move the lid off. He was free. Free. It turned out that what Zomara thought to be a dream, was actually not a dream. Vincent chased after the two girls, and fed on them. He wiped his bed lips with his white shirt and began to walk, to find Zomara.
I' had been walking for a long while now. It was all worth it. I was walking in the sunlight, and I saw a wedding. There was a woman getting married, she wore a white dress and threw the flowers up high and no one caught them. I walked towards them. She picked it up again and threw it, it landed right into my hands. I wish I could get married, which I could, but my true love never asked marriage upon me. I looked up and saw the bride smiling and me, her teeth were so white and she looked so kind. Too bad she became my dinner. Anyway, I looked to my side and it was as if I had been here before. There was a statue of God, and beautiful multicolored flowers. I entered the cemetery, and quickly recognized the Sanctuary. I ran over there eager to set Vincent free. I ran and saw the police there. I slowed down and began to walk, I tried going in but the police wouldn't let me. "What happened" I asked a blonde guy. "don't know how to explain it. Two girls were found dead, with large amount of blood missing, both had bite marks all over their bodies. The tomb right there was found empty. I don't believe in vampires, but what was it really?" I walked away, and as I did I smiled. I walked to my car and began to drive, back home.
When Dawn got to Zomara's house, there was no one there to open the door so he just broke in. He walked up to her room and saw a tall man wearing a white blood stained shirt and black pants. "who are you" The tall guy turned around and revealed his face. He was very handsome, or so Dawn thought. Dawn appreciated true beauty no matter if it was that of a man or woman. "Vincent" Dawn walked up to him and circled him a few times. "where do you know Zomara from?" Dawn was giving Vincent a complete questionnaire. "um. Finland." Smartass Vincent was. Dawn laughed and touched Vincent's shoulder, a whole life flashed before his eyes. He had earned the power to view the past. He saw it all. Vincent smiled "my turn" he said. He touched Dawn's head and he too saw Dawn's life pass before his eyes. "interesting" Vincent smiled and sat on Zomara's bed. "indeed. Fascinating" Dawn joined Vince. The two of them chatted for a long time, mainly about Zomara. While they talked, Zomara walked in. She smiled "Vinny." The lights of the dimmed in her eyes, only to die, and she fainted.

"Hello" he said to me. I saw two beautiful young guys sitting next to me, each of them by my side. Vincent was to my left, Dawn to my right. I sat up and hugged Vincent tightly, I almost choked him. I could see Dawn behind Vincent, smiling at me. "Vincent, this is Dawn." Vinny smiled and told me they already met each other. "Dawn, this is my son." Dawn looked at Vincent with great confusion. "Son?" he sighed and let his back hunch. "Not by blood. We were more than just mother and son." Vince smiled and me and lightly pushed my shoulder, I pushed his back. Dawn didn't seem so happy. "Zomara, I'm leaving, bye" Dawn stood up and left without letting say any word.
"So what's your relationship with him?" Vincent asked me. He knows I am a huge flirt and I love loving guys. "Dawn is my new creation, I promised him fame, and tonight his fame will begin." Vincent bit my neck gently "how so?" I stood up and walked up to my bathroom and opened a door that was full of delicious red wine and other alcohol. I opened the bottle up and drank once out of it and then handed it out to Vince. "Well he is going to be discovered by a record company's manager. He is going to be known as Forsaken, he too will sing many of Lazarus's songs." Vinny took a drink out of the bottle, "You love him?" I pushed him back by his forehead, he fell unto my bed. "No." I laughed "I don't think so, I don't love" Vincent pulled himself back up and gave me the bottle. I drank the last drop and then threw the bottle out the window. He went behind me and layed his head against my back. "So you don't love?" I turned around and smiled at him and kissed his cheek "negative."
"You better get me pure talent by the end of this week or you'll have to pack your stuff and leave." A man with light long blonde hair talked on the phone with David. David was a man who worked for a record company, he looked for talent, and at this moment, he could not find talent. "But boss, your descriptions are way too hard to find." He replied. "Well don't find them, make them." He took a smoke from his cigarette "what's so hard about finding a male with the gothic look that has a good voice?" David walked around, he didn't know how to explain to his boss that he had not been looking for anyone at all, David was a lazy man who hired people to search for talent. His workers looked and looked everywhere and found nothing. "Well boss, it's hard to find Goths with a voice of an angel, they all like to scream and shout." David