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Divinity   I jumped out of Guy’s arms and landed three steps ahead. Then I ran towards the scent, he was here. I felt him; I will never forget the way he smelled, not even if I had a skunk jammed up my nose for a year. I ran into the building, not caring if the humans seen I could run inhumanly fast. Stopping to get a fresh trail on him, I realized there was none, he was gone, Just as suddenly as he had appeared. “Sis, wait up, what’s wrong?” it was more a demand...

Lucian I went into hiding hoping that it would help me forget the girl, and it worked to an extent. I have forgotten her name, and her face, but not her smell. The night flowers still bloom; there is nothing I can do about that one. Her blood still runs through my veins, and her memories still run though my head. However, I do not see her face, or hear her name. I was able to forget that much of her. because of what I did, I swore off not to drink the blood of a human and resort to the blood...

Prologue   December 19th, 1863 Oh God what have I done? She was a girl, no older then sixteen. The seductive creature came out of the ballroom in a red dress that hugged every curve of her small fragile frame. Something in me called out to her, something wanted me to take her… the hunger, that has to be it, what else could it be? I watched her from the monument she came out of the large wooden doors, with a small group of friends. It had to be a masquerade they had just exited;...

Friends and Elders Running now, not just from the bad memories, but also because she was going to be late if she didn’t. Jasmine took the short cut through her favorite place in this world, the cherry orchard. She didn’t particularly like to eat cherries but she loved the cherry blossoms in the spring. The freshmen hall was just on the other side of the orchard. Panting and out of breath, with cherry blossoms in her deep violet hair, she reached the hall and just when she gotten...

Freshman It was only the light of dawn, saffron and rose, showing through her window, not fire in the night sky. Jasmine sat up, pushing the sweat streaked violet hair from her face. She was not only tired, she was tired of being tired, of having the dreams. When she was younger she cried and screamed, but she quickly learned crying only brought the attention of the others, who where far from comforting. She had learn long ago not even to mention the dreams. Now when they came she simply end...