it was dark already. i used to hate the dark - these days i welcome it.
back then, the dark to me ment the Unknown, Death, Trust...these things
scared me greatly. i was only 16. when i look back at it now, it seems
so unreal that i should fear the darkness...now it is like a welcome
friend, a blanket in which i can hide myself and then be one with it...i
am a true child of the Night now ~
my walls were painted in soft-yellow...my whole room was decorated in
pink, soft babyblue and sweet green. i used to wear satin dresses and
big purple ribbons in my hair. my shoes were always polished so i could
see myself in them. i always slept with the light on. i feared the
darkness. only when my dad was at home, i didn't have the light on. he
would turn it off while calling me a big baby. when my dad was home, i
would cry myself to sleep. i would have terrible nightmares. it always
ended with my Death...when i think of those nightmares right now, i know
that they ment something other than just my fear. back then, i wouldn't
have believed you if you would have told me, one day those nightmares
would become real. but when they did - when i died my mortal death - all
fear for Death or for Darkness died with my mortality.
I can remember my 16th birthday like it was yesterday. My dad had
Organized this silly childish party and I was really annoyed with him. He had Baloons all over the house and serpentine. Like I was 5 or something. I had Invited my whole class and went around the house in agony as I saw all the Childish decorations. How was I to know it was my last day as mortal, my last day with my family and my last day, as a child. The party started at 7 pm. Sarah was the  first to arrive. My bestfriendback then. My only friend back then. She looked around the house and tried to comfort me, but I could see that she really agreed with me. I made her take down some of the serpentine and hide as many balloons as  possible. It helped but not much. Atleast dad wouldn´t be home. He had promised!  He´d stay with the neighbours, and that was a huge relief. All the others dropped
by between 7 and 8 and no one, surprisingly enough, even mentioned the
decorations. I guess they understood, I mean they had parents too. As far as i can remember the whole night became a success and I enjoyed it alot. Joan had brought  her cousin as she called him, but I later found out it was just a guy she had met the same day. She was wild that girl, and he was all mine. His name was Michael. He  had brown eyes, eyes like a raindeer,big and beautiful. He said he was 19 but his  eyes a different story. His hair was also brown, and cut neat. He let me run my fingers through it. It was soft and wonderful. He stayed with me until everyone else left and we sat up a long time talking. When it was time for him to go home, I grabbed my coat and walked with him to the busstop.

I was taking very small steps compared to his. his was wearing big brown
boots and i was tiptoe-ing on my small high-heeled polished black pumps.
this was the first day i got to wear pumps. my mom had thought i had
reached the age to wear them. i was very proud. as if he sensed that, he
said 'i love your shoes', instead of saying something boy-ish like
'aren't those uncomfortable?!' i smiled at him. his eyes were very
moving. although he didn't smile with his mouth, i felt like he had this
huge sweet smile on his face - but it was his radiant eyes that smiled.
when we got to the busstop he didn't stop and i didn't wonder about it
but just followed. he took me through parts of the city where i'd never
been before. in my 16 years i'd seen very little of the world, even very
little of the city i lived in. then suddenly he was gone. i didn't
understand. i was so scared! it was dark! i couldn't see a thing! i'd
only just noticed that. Michael had made me forget. now i was terrified.
then suddenly, something hit me and i lost conciousness. when i awoke, i
found myself in complete darkness. i did smell something funny though.
it was like wet earth mingled with a candle which someone had just put
out. i heard loud noises. louder than i'd ever hear anything. but yet,
not disturbing. i could bear them - they weren't distroying. and what
was even more important - i wasn't afraid of the dark AT ALL. i felt
like i'd always lived in the dark. then i heard screaming and i then
realized it was Michael shouting at someone. i tried very hard to
understand the dazzling loud words...'you didn't! i CARED about her, you
fuck!' he yelled. then i heard someone answering in a low deep voice
'she'll be perfect. don't you see?'
After that I dosed of again. I don´t know how long I was asleep but when I
woke up I wasn´t outside anymore. I was in a dark cellar with black
wallpaper and really ugly decorations. Michael was sitting next to me. He
looked really sad but he wasn´t crying. He noticed I was awake and looked
at me. His eyes were all black and I could hear every breath he took, like
they were my own. He stood up and reached out his hand for me. I took it.
When I stood up I felt a horrible aching in my stomach. I was hungry. I had
never been this hungry before. - How long have I been asleep Michael?
he lowered his head and although I didn´t see his mouth move I heard it.
- a month. Your body is changing, it´s dying. You must get food or you´ll
be in a lot of pain. Come on now! he didn´t sound as sweet as he had on my
birthday. That was the only thing I worried about, not my parents, the fact that they should be real worried by now, or the thought that I had been sleeping here for a month. Why? What had happened to me???
I was wearing a black robe. It was beautiful and long and made out of silk.
Mum would freak if she saw me. I still had my pumps on but they started to
look real simple. I wanted something else with this robe. I didn´t say
anything to Micheal though cause it was such a girlish way to think. Silly
really. My stomach ached again and Micheal noticed.
- Hurry sweetheart. I don´t want you to be in this pain!
That was when I saw her.
Only now i realized that a candle had been burning all along. although
it was a very small candle, the light reflected on her pretty face
became overwhelming ... she was so beautiful! so pure...i'd never had
this kind of feeling for a girl before and i didn't understand the
longing i felt. it wasn't like i'd fallen in love with her, my body
WANTED her. and i didn't understand the longing. the girl was sitting in
a rocking chair with her eyes closed. she was sleeping. michael took the
girl's hand and beconned me to come closer. i got up on my feet so
easily - i'd never felt this light in my life! it was as if i was a
feather! but i did still have full control over my body...or so i
thought. to michael i must have looked pretty silly, as his eyes
reflected the fun he had looking at me. then i felt drawn to the girl
again. michael was still holding her hand. then, suddenly, he bit her
wrist and before the girl could awake i'd run forward, pressing my lips
onto her wrist, forcing the blood out of her veins and into my mouth.
oh, that feeling of my first kill! i didn't understand at all what was
happening. it was like a reflex. then at some point i felt like i was
going to doze of...i craved eternal sleep...then michael pulled me
backwards real hard. 'enough!' he shouted. i noticed the figure standing
in the doorway. he was grinning. not only with his eyes. 'well done, my
dear', this figure said. i saw his lips move! i recognized the voice as
to be the voice of the person at whom michael had been shouting that
last time i was awake. he came into the light. he had a manly, quite
handsome face, and long blond hair to his waiste, tied up in his neck.
he had quite heavy eyebrows and his face was full of life. totally
different from michael's. his voice didn't suit his appearence. his
voice was calming and soothing, his face was almost teasing...

p.s. #1. this story was written by Morna Paap & Alexandra Rydh
p.s. #2 every now and then, a new chapter will be added. if you have any       comments, you can email me ([email protected]) or alexandra ([email protected]).