The room was cold, and dark, only a single candle lit the dormatory. Violet shiverd in her too thin white night dress on her too thin cot under her too thin blanket at Miss Porter's School for girls. She was a slim lovely girl with long ringlets of black hair and green eyes. Her lips were full and pink, lush the kind that men noticed. As much as miss Porter and Cronies tried they could not disgiuse some of they're girls beauty. Blessed and cursed with a fascinating figure, lush breasts, a tiny waist and full rounded hips. Other girls jealous of not just her obvious good looks, but her intellegence, she was a model student and always got excellent marks, tweaked her and hit her in the hallway. Violet however took it all with a sweet nauture that only maddend her mormentors more. Was there no flaw the this sweet temperd virgin goddess? Hating her was made difficult by her willingness to aid a sick classmate and give up her pocket money to other's. If there were some bauble or trinket she coveted in the toens little storre, it would appear tucked on some other girls nightstand and never on her own. Angelic and therefor all the other girls who were perhapes cursed with mousy hair, or inferior minds hated her all the more, and still Violet was sweet to them, giving them her Desert when there was any, and complimenting them on any little thing.

OOOOOOH CAN I JOIN ,....DONT KNOW HOW ..BUT ITS SEEMS FAB ..CAN I ?"

((Sure))

((Ohhhh Mew I love your threads I want to join but I also do not know how))

((Now, that is a nice post... Elsewhere it would be called a 'despie' post, but I don't think so. I'll join soon...))

((Hehe, I know what you mean, however purple prose appeal to me right now, and even more amusing is the fact that I'm married))

((And yes you may all join))

((How old are you then, M_M_M? I'm only 16...))

((23, 24 this january))

((Older than me then... Cool! I get on better with older people, younger people are often retards, but I have only met one retard on here so far...))

((Yes yes they are))

((*takes offense to stupid younger people comment* PFF))

((Not all younger people are retards, just most of them. However there is only one young Retard I have met on here so far, and it's not you, Kitten. I am young too!))

((not young people, just certain young people))

((Well, I reckon I should join now I have time to do so. But I will come in with a 'bang' if that is what you call it, this is not just any normal story, my plot will be excellent if I can just get it started properly. Luna_Storm, I have a part for you to play, but you will have to base your character along the lines of what I tell you, If you agree with this then PM me... I'll tell you more then, best keep the others in suspense.))

It was at that point where he was having no seconds thoughts on this plan, go in, get the girl, then leave. He smirked and loaded the gun, putting it in his rear pocket, then jumping the wall, entering the back grounds of the Girls' School. He flattened his long wvy black hair with a hand and then pulled his black hood down over his mask. today was no ordinary day, for it was nigth anyway. He whistled silently at the size of the place, but it only gave him more of an urge to get on with the plan. Entering the terrain he made his way to a back door, the one he had used many times before now, and pu on his flashlight so to see better. He had a black balaclava on, and black gloves aswell as a black shirt, black jumpr and blue jeans.

Making his way to the dorms he smirked, he knew his way around here, he had been here before.

She shudderd, there was something there, and it wasn't good, she knew that much. It meant her harm, and possibly all the others. She closed her eyes.
"What are you." She whisperd almost silently. She bit her lower lip with a fearful glint in her eyes, so utterly pleading that some might have thrown up just looking at it

He made his way down the halls and went into the dorms. He knew well where the girl was, and planned to captur her tonight. Turning the door handle he peeped his head through the door, seeing her, eyes closed, laying in bed. He pulled out his gun and smirked. ((That's your character... I guess that these are four bed dorms?))

((I suppose))
She shiverd, thinking she'd heard something.
"Its just your imagination." She whisperd to herself "Nothing more." She lay flat on the bed willing herself not to get up

The male growled, seeing she was asleep. He went inside and shut the door, grabbing his gun and pulling it out of his pocket. He would kill the others here, he had six bullets. He smirked and cocked the gun before looking around, he knew who he was supposed ot bring out alive, and it was the one in the white dress.

She was so close to sure she had heard a noise, but no, no, no. She mouthed, I'm going to sleep everything is fine. She thought, clutching her body, her eyes were squeezed tight shut, too nervous to sleep, so she lay perfectly still

He looked left, two girls he had no idea of whoom they were, one shot kills had them both, but the other had woken. The bangs sounded loud, and it made him shudder. Smirking he looked at the girl he was to take out, and went close ot her, smirking at her.

((OOK, so I power-playes, so what?))

The girl was young and frightend, only 15, her hair was so pale blonde as to be practically white, her eyelashes and eyebrows were invisiable against her freckled skin, the only part of her that really had any color were her huge dark brown eyes. "W-who?" She whisperd. Violet had awoken at this point and had screamd seeing the limp corpses of two of her roommates, but she was too frightend to run

((I'm confused, is the girl I am supposed ot shoot the one with large brown eyes?))

((Yeah, Violet is the main char))

The male smirked and said, "Any last words?" With that he just held the gun to her head and shot it, killing her almost instantly. He let her dropt to the floor then aimed the gun at Violet. "Girl, shut it." he said as he watched her, "Now."

She closed her mouth obidiently too shocked to disobey, as well it was in her nauture to take orders. She whisperd "Who?" Softly her voice was shocked and frightend

He growled and said, "Who what?" Smirking he pulled her by by her dress and pulled her to the door, "Come." he said, "Jilak is waiting and he does not like doing so."

She followed obiediently, as she could think of nothing she could do to stop him.
"Yes sir." She said politly, follwing him down the midnight corridor, closed doors and blank whitte walls she shiverd, the floor was cold on her bare feet, so pale against the dark wood of the floor, she did not complain, which was o her credit, she did not even take it in resentful silence as many would have, her good nauture present as always she bore it with a smile

The male carried on leading her out, many students peeping out of the doors thn receding in horror. Somewhere close an alarm was ringing, but it was left ingnored.

She listend to the alarm, its ringing might yet alert someone, but it was unlikely. Where was he taking her? And more importently why was he taking her there? Questions ran through her mind as she stepped along the cold corridor

they got into the grounds, and a large white van with the words 'hell raiser' painted in blood red on the side. He smiled and led her into the van, shutting the door on them both as tey were inside, and the engine revved. The van spun away, dust and gravel flinging up behind the tyres and it made its way hasily toward the city. The driver, Jilak just smiled and watched, the road, drinking a can of beer as he went.

she didn't comment, she was both too polite and too shocked to do so, so she sat obidiently, like a china doll swaying with the curves and with the bumps of the road
After a bit she had recoverd enough to be curious
"That's going on?" She asked her voice was sweet

The male who had one in and got her pulled off his hood and began to load the gun, flicking te used cartridges onto the floor infront of her. He said, "You talk, you die, understand?" He held the loaded gun to her head, but pulled it away soon after.

She nodded dumbly. Conetrating on the road outside, looking at the starry sky of the moonlit world
((Incedentally the van is just a tad anachronistic this is the victorian era))

((I didn't notice. I thought this was modern. Oh well, say it is a horse and cart, pretty large and psh, and the gun e is using is a shotgun, and old one. They did have them!))

The male went to the front and began to converse with Jakil, this would be a long journey, and it would not be good fun, well, no or her anyway.

She sat bolt upright her back rigid her eyes stared blankly off into the distance, she was much top frightend to sleep. She glanced at the men wondering what in gods name they wanted with her.

Jikal nodded slightly and took his hands from the wheel, steering with his knees, something he seemed to know how to do easily. The male smiled and said, "I'm Hyldon, do not fear me, we just needed it to look good."

She nodded "May I speak?" She asked ina quiet voice, her eyes bowed in more rrespect than fear. She adapted quickly to any situation and this one for some reason matched her docile obidient nature

Hyldon watched her and sat on an old box, watching her closely. He hissed slightly, but then nodded. "You may." he said with a slight gesture of kindess.

"We must make what look good?" She asked blinking and pursing her lips as if she was confused. "and if you do not mind my asking what exactly is going on?" She asked politly, not demanding information, but genuinely as if she were trying to orient herself

He watched her, saying nothing. He knew she meant no harm by her questions, but it may do her damage to know such. He sighed and said, "Look, girl, I do not wish to frighten you, but Jakil here, he is a Vampire, as I am also. We need a bleeder."

She nodded "I see, will I survive?" She asked, her eyes shifting around the carrige "If I will not I would not begrudge you your sustanance, but please permit me a moment of prayer before i am to doie." She said softly hunting for the small cross she always wore at her breast, she found it missing

The vampire watched her search for such a thing, and looked at the large black one he wore around his neck, it was made of blackened ivory, and was very old. He took it off and passed it to her, "By all means, pray." he said with a slight smile, "But we will not be killing ye."

"Then I suppose i needn't pray." She said tracing the cross with her fingers, she shudderd slightly under his gaze. Even if she was not to die it made her nervous.
"What pray tell will be done with me?"

He left the cross in her hands, though kept a watchful eye on it. He would hate for it to get broken or damaged, and she would pay dearly if she did so. He growled at her words and said, "I told you, we need a bleeder."

"Which is?" She said rsonably carefully holding the cross out to him, she could see he cared for it and she treated it with a respectful care worthy of her own possesion

Hyldon watched her and said, "We feed from you, you know, drink blood?" he watched her closely as he took back his cross, hanging it loosley back around his neck. He was not about to let her break it, she would pay dearly if she damaged it.

"I see, that is a beautiful cross." She said looking at it, and him glancing him over as if trying to find some chink in his armor, as if to find one yeilding bit in his heart. It appeard she found known because she looked down medestly as if it were improper to look at a man so straight and direct

He watched her as he pulled out a guitar, an acoustic and began to strum slowly on the low-string. He could not play well, but he was pretty good. He began to sing, the words ringing out loudly. "Lerkonerta chiendtron lien frinderndande..."