I can’t believe this will be my last night
in the room I grew up in.

The room I cried in and laughed in.
The mattress on which I vomited, and masturbated, and had *** for the first time.

The window where I smoked **** against my parents wishes,

and the room that I drank myself silly in.

The room I fell in love in,

and was brutally heartbroken in.

This is my last night here.

Reading lustrous chapters
Softly kissing the words
Pages embracing with numbers
That steadily increase
As these eyes age
With a definable yearning
Wondering when a novella
Will begin writing a chapter
About a 'you' and 'me'

Our story isn't a poem,
nor a novel to be written.
We can not rewrite the chapters,
we can not rewrite our story.
Only if I could,
I'd write a happy ending.

Chapter 1

Horrified from what I’d just witnessed, I gave no resistance as the two vampires pulled me out of the office and through the warehouse. I didn’t think about what may happening to Doris, or even wonder if he was still alive.
The shocking of witnessing my best friend get his heart ripped out of his chest before becoming a pile of ashes was all I could see. Sure, he’d been a spineless coward, one who’d given me up to save his own skin. It had been a real blow. But, even with all of that, it certainly didn’t warrant such a gruesome death.
And then seeing Victoria satisfied grin as he began to devour Alex’s heart.....the man was truly evil.
“ Did you notice the look on that freak’s face when Victoria stuck him with that knife?” said the vampire to my off. “ He almost looked relieved.
“ Of course he did. He sold you out Black here, “ said the other one. He leaned closer to me. “ Bet you wanted to kick his *** when you found out what he did, huh?”
I gritted my teeth. I wanted to kick his *** for calling me Black. The problem with that, I’m not Black. I’m Carmel. There’s a different. I didn’t see that coming, though. I must say so myself.”
Tears spilled from my eyes as we stopped at the door leading out into the parking lot. “ Entertaining, huh? Wait until he does the same to you,” I mumbled. “ Will you laugh like a couple of chuckleheads then? Imagine that’s.
“ Yes, said the other one, as he opened the door. “ And if I were you,” he pulled me through the doorway and into the darkness roughly, “ I’d learn to keep your mouth shut.”
“Employees?” I sneered,
snaking my arm from his grasp. “ Is that what you’ve made yourselves believe?
Alex, warned the tall
vampire, moving between us. “ Our order were to bring her back with us, unharmed.”

“ You’d better follow orders.
Mustn’t **** Victor off, Alex, “ I
goaded, not caring if they hit me or not. I hated them almost as much as I hated him. The hunters were his instruments and part of what made so powerful. Without their support, he’d be just another arrogant vampire with a God complex.
frightened of Victoria that even now, you watch for him out of the corner of your eyes.
Ignore her, “ said Thomas.
She’s trying to goad you.”
I saw a shadow drop behind her by the window. Recognizing Doris, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief.
Alex, who caught my reaction, turned around to look behind them and was immediately stabbed in the head. He dropped to the ground and became a pile of ash.
“ Get out of here!” ordered
Doris, as the other vampire rushed him.
Thomas grabbed Doris by the neck and raised him in the air. “ You..... “ he growled, glaring at him.

I was never really
         a book to read.

Most people understood
                me in a sentence.

The rest of me, was just doodles.
                And if you got to the next
                                                     page,
you didn't really know me at all.

Shhh, don't tell anyone.
But,I'm not really here.
These aren't my words no, no.
Everything is a total no-show.

I'm only what I seem,
when I am not seen.
A shadow in the darkness,
in days of dis-ease.

Shhh, you're not you.
You never really were.
These words are not for you.
Just born from the void you grew.

The moon is my only companion among the nights, my two swords are always available to retaliate, but from this path I seek to move away. My oath is to protect justice against everything I dare to confront, even if for this my life I should sacrifice. As much as I seek peace, war always finds me and drags me back to hell. The cherry blossoms fall and stain the floor pink, and with my sword I pinch with vivid red that I draw from my enemies. But where will this come from? I just want to live in peace, but the sword is and always has been the fate of a Samurai.

Chapter 7

Actually not sure exactly what was happening, I tried getting around Alex, but he grabbed my arm and ****** me backward.
“Who the **** are you?” he asked the woman. I’m Tessie, nice to meet you.
In answer, she pulled out a set and of handcuffs. “ Alex Jacobs, you’re under arrest. You want to do the easy way or the hard way?
The choice is yours.”
“For being a *******, “ I mumbled.
Not appreciating my humor, he grabbed my face with his hand and began squeezing it. “ Don’t talk.”
I touched my cheek, which was already starting to heal, but still pretty ******.” No. That’s okay. I think I’ll just take off. Uh, thank you.”
Nodding, her eyes studied my face. “ You’re a vampire.”
Yep.”
“ ***** , let me go,” growled Garrett, trying to unlock her arm from his neck without success
“Shut up,” order the young girl,
Glaring at him.
“ Nah, I asked, impressed. She was clearly one bad-assed immortal. Like this *******.
What’s your name?
“ Sarrett”.
I’m Sam. Hey, grab my handcuffs, will you?” she asked, nodding toward them. She’d lost her cuffs in the scuffle and they were lying on the carpet a few inches from my foot.
She tilted her head and gazed upon a transparent woman, no more than twenty. Her flaxen hair fell across her shoulders, circling her heart-shaped face. “ Who are you?” Lillian stammered.
I’m Sophia, once like you.
They’ve been here for centuries, before the pirates, before the first settlement. The true first inhabitants of this continent.
Who are they?
They are bookseekers. Come now! “ The urgency in her voice resounded inside Sophia.
Lillian did as asked. Not questioning Sophia. She knew the footsteps belonged to a book seeker.
Fourteen years ago, when I was only four years old, I was at a park in downtown Las Vegas, Nevada, when I watched my mother get murdered. Every Sunday after church, she would take me to play at this park in particular, because it was her favorite park. She loved it because of its many trees, but she also loved it because of its solitude.
Once, I remember her
explaining to me that it reminded her of her hometown in rural California.
And a voice inside her head commanded her to stop. Her body froze in place. She tried to move but his mind controlled the core of her brain and she collapsed, waking up on the stone floor. Lillian stayed as motionless as possible, controlling the tremors threatening to shake her body. She popped her eyes open and watched his form through the corner of her eyes. A wooden door appeared before Lillian as she reached the top of the stairs. Sophia motioned for her to open it, the hinges creaking as she pushed it.

It’s not a rule forever followed,
But as a rule,
I don’t write novels.
Tales told in fiction
Rely on reality for sustenance
and I don’t want to confuse you
with my world
that is always flipping,
whirling,
re-painting,
re-modeling,
and put simply,
always changing.