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Haven't been on because I've had some really stressful stuff going on with my little cousin and her choice on what to do online, police are involved, etc. 
:shrug: I'll post another chapter as soon as I can :)
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Chapter 2


~6 Months Earlier~

Francis woke up from his daily slumber. He looked outside through his large window at the back of his bedroom, the moon was hung high up in the clear sky. He looked over at the grandfather clock on his left, the pendulum lyre and bob swung side to side, giving the night rhythm. The hands of the clock showed that it was quarter past nine, which is usually the time when the humans are just going to sleep. Francis stepped out of bed and stretched his body to wear the sleep out of them. He then looked back outside and he saw a large orange and yellow glow. Francis looked bewildered, his eyebrows rose in wonder. It was night, so why was there a glow outside. Suddenly, he heard a very loud bump. His red eyes darted to the direction of where he heard it, and he then ran downstairs and over into the kitchen where his parents were. His father, a rather slim man with a neat beard. He was dressed in a long black coat, a white shirt and black trousers. His hair was dirty blonde and his eyes were yellow. The pupils of his eyes were feline like, and his nails were long and black. Francis' mother was by the tea pot, which was boiling above a fire that was lit on the stove. Francis' mother wore a large blue dress with a locket hanging from her neck, which rested on the top of her chest. Her hair was curly and brown, and her eyes were dark brown. She was a chubby woman but her personality was soft and gentle.
“We heard it too, Francis.” His Mother said breathlessly. “I was just telling your father to hide, but he's refusing.”
“Father. You and I need to hide.” Francis said sternly. His father shook his head.
“They want all of us.” His father whispered, another bump was heard from their front door.
“Why?” Francis asked. His father hesitated.
“I killed a major human in their society.”
“It's my society too, Jacques.” Francis' mother hissed.
“Nevermind, just let them take us and kill us.” Francis' father snapped. Francis' mother frowned.
“You know what, Francis. Hide where I told you to. Me and your Father will-” The opening of their front door cut her off.

Francis ran back upstairs, knocking pictures down with how hard his feet were hitting the ground. He skidded to the ladders that lead up to the cellar, he then quickly shut the door and hid under a large, woolly cover that he used to use when he was younger. He waited patiently for his parents, but he heard thumps beneath him, he heard his mother shriek and his father roar in anger, and then it fell silent. He started to sweat with anxiety and he felt as though his body was going to explode. He heard his front door slam shut and the cheers of the humans who invaded his home began to quieten as they went away from the huge house.

Francis went back downstairs to find his mother with a knife sticking from her chest, her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open. Her body was against the wooden worktop and blood soaked the ground. Francis felt his eyes tear up, he ran his tongue along his fangs and turned around to find his father on the ground, his body was burning into ashes.
“Father!” Francis screamed, he ran and sat next to his father. His father looked up to Francis.
“What did they do?” Francis shouted, Jacques gasped for breath before he spoke.
“They...stabbed your mother...then...they stabbed me...but they took the knife....” He managed to say, before going limp. His body then turned into grey ash and that was when Francis turned into a nineteen year old orphan.


Francis packed up his clothes into a suitcase, gave one last look at the house of which he used to live in and moved on. The streets were busy with other vampires who were either hunting or were just taking a walk under the sheet of black they called the sky. Transparent horses pulled a black carriage which had two vampires in. Francis walked on and then saw a house with cobwebs around the door. He walked onto the steps and he saw that he left footprints in the dust. He opened the door and it creaked like a cat having it's tailed stood on. A gust of wind hit Francis gently. He walked into the corridor and saw cobwebs in the corners of the walls. Everything was dusty with age and there were no sign that anyone lived in the house, he then decided that the house would be his new home.

Francis


Age: 19
Gender: Male
Type of vampire: Half vampire.
Clothes: Striped suit, top hat, pointed shoes.
Personality: Fun-loving, very enthusiastic and optimistic, Reckless, rebellious.
Features: Red eyes, dirty blonde, shortish hair, contagious smile.
Likes: Free stuff, his pet cat (Gertrude), 'Breaking the rules', Mathilda.
Dislikes: Violence, Graveyards, His past, Dogs, Bats, Jack The Ripper.
Backstory: His father is a pure bred vampire while his mother is a normal human. He grew up as an upper class civilian but his parents died through murder. He now lives in a house with Margaret (See below) with stolen furniture and he lives like a peasant.


Margaret


Age: 5
Gender: Female 
Type of vampire: Pure bred
Clothes: Ragged dress
Personality: Quiet yet stubborn, Hardly speaks. 
Features: Brownish-reddish hair, yellow eyes, very small.
Likes: Her adopted Father (Francis), Cats, things that smell like tea, Tea in general, stealing.
Dislikes: Mathilda, Horses, The Dark.
Backstory: After having a lecture from her short tempered Father, she drew the line and ran away from home. She then met Francis in the middle of the street and he took her in as a daughter. 

Gertrude


Age: 2
Gender: Male
Type of vampire: He is a cat.
Clothes: -
Personality:
Timid
Features: Black fur, green eyes.
Likes: Rats, big birds, scratching furniture, Francis, Margaret, Mathilda, vampires.
Dislikes: Dogs, humans, sharp objects.
Backstory: He is a cat who followed Francis. 
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Chapter 1

Queen Victoria reigned Great Britain in the nineteenth century, it was around ten o'clock at night. Mathilda, a young woman with jet black hair and large, sky blue eyes, walked along the pavement. Her large heeled boots kept her black dress from the damp floor. The lampposts above her lit the street, making the moist parts of the street glow yellow and people walking along the street become slightly clearer than they would be. The sky above Mathilda was pitch black, but stars gleamed and blinked. Mathilda admired the sky, she saw it as a painting rather than reality. She turned her head, a cosy looking building stood in front of her, but loud shouts came from the door. The shouts were clearly male, as Mathilda expected. She gripped her fingers around the dagger which was attached to her dress and cautiously entered the building.

It was warm, as she expected. There was a large fire lit at the other end of the room which she was standing in, upper class men all sat around the bar. She slowly strode over to it and sat on a stool.
“Hello there.” She said coolly to the bartender. The bartender, dressed in formal attire turned around. He was rubbing a mug with a white, stained cloth. He had a very scruffy, full beard. His brown hair was curly and wild. He grinned at Mathilda, he appeared to have a missing tooth.
“What is a lady like you doing out at this time?” He asked, “are you a prostitute?” Mathilda raised one of her eyebrows in response but said nothing.
“Could I have a bottle of whiskey?” She asked sternly.
“A whiskey?” The bartender exclaimed. Mathilda nodded. The bartender then shook his head.
“You're a woman.”
Mathilda then crawled onto the bar, knocking the pints of beer and other alcoholic beverages that men were enjoying and grabbed the bartender's shirt. She pulled out her dagger and pressed it against his throat.
“Give me the whiskey or this dagger moves.” She snarled, everyone in the building turned around and stared at her. She pressed the dagger harder against his throat.
Okay!” He shouted, Mathilda removed the dagger and smugly sat back down on her stool. The bartender brought her a large bottle of whiskey, it was almost pitch black and it glittered against the fire light.
“Thank you.” Mathilda said politely before leaving with the bottle.


Mathilda sat on a chair near the fire, on a table near her sat a suspicious looking man. His hair was silver with age. His eyes were strangely bright yellow and his pupils seemed to be lines, they were feline like. His fingers were longer than normal people's nails. They were black. Mathilda stared at him with interest, the man turned around and they made eye contact. The man smiled and walked over to her.
“Mind if we share your drink, young lady?” He asked, his voice was gentle but it was sly. Mathilda frowned at him, she looked into his eyes, then she looked at his nails. She began to grow suspicious of the man but she decided to keep him company.

After many glasses of whiskey, Mathilda was drunk. The room seemed to spin right before her eyes, she couldn't keep her balance and her thoughts were all over the place. Suddenly, the room went black and she felt as if she was peacefully sleeping.

She woke up quickly and saw that she was in an narrow alleyway, hardly any light got into it and she could just ever so slightly see the man she shared a whiskey with at the bar. He didn't seem to be drunk, but the reason why she couldn't tell was because his head was beside hers. She felt a stinging sensation in her neck.
“Are you raping me!?” She screamed, she then grabbed for the whiskey bottle near by and smashed his head with it. The man stood up and removed Mathilda's blood from his lips. Mathilda stood up and threatened the man with the smashed bottle. The man grabbed for her dress and ripped most of it, leaving one side short and the other long. He then grabbed her corset and tugged at the top of it. Mathilda, who was emotionally thunderstruck, stabbed the man with the bottle. He screeched in pain and backed away.

Mathilda found that her hair was down, it was up to her waist and it was naturally straight. She then stumbled home, with a ripped dress and a pain in her neck, leg and her back.
The Ripper's Fangs.
Yeah...so this happened...
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Full, pure bred vampires: Offspring of two vampires which were also pure bred vampires. These vampires are all part of one family (yes incest is involved because of this but this story isn't gonna be all "50 SHADES OF GREY" kinda thing.) They have a better sense of smell than ALL vampires as they are full on vampire. Like they are the ORIGINAL vampires. Jack The Ripper is one of these. They need to feed every night or they will die of starvation of the brain. For example, they need to drink at least 2 pints every night in order to simply survive but a whole body's full to get on with their nightly activities. Extremely fast and extremely strong, basically unstoppable. They have yellow eyes.

Half Vampires: One parent is human, the other vampire. They are often half orphans, they hunt with their vampire parent at night and help their human parent at day. They hardly need any sleep, only at least 2 hours. They need to feed less than full vampires, only 2 pints to get on with life. They have more empathy than normal vampires. A keen sense of smell, faster than the common turned vampire. They have red eyes.

Turned vampires: Usually turned through feeding, rarely turned by anything else (accidental, black magic, drinking vampire's blood, etc.) They need half a body's worth of blood to get on with their usual activities, but only 1 pint to survive a night. They don't exactly know "the way of the vampire" but they learn over time. They have a better sense of smell and are faster than an average human, but they are the slowest out of all the types of vampires. They have purple eyes.
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Haven't been on because I've had some really stressful stuff going on with my little cousin and her choice on what to do online, police are involved, etc. 
:shrug: I'll post another chapter as soon as I can :)
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Heather Crawshaw
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Metal = Life

My name is Heather Violet Crawshaw, I come from England, West Yorkshire.
I like music :D A lot.
I wanna write stories but I have writer's block and whenever I try to write it just gets worse. Need inspiration.
STAMP - Heavy Metal Love by ArsenicsamA Power Metal Stamp by Maiden-Hebi Maiden Stamp by VinceSwift
Bruce Dickinson and Slash are my two biggest idols. I hope to be a guitarist in a metal band someday.
"We've been dancing with Mr.Brownstone,
He's been knocking,
He won't leave me alone."
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