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O F

An Innocent teen, Oh yes.

Then I met you,

And you gave me the night.

You showed me the art of killing,

The art of taking blood,

The art of breaking evil bones,

With just a gentle squeeze of my arms.

You were wonderful.

The one who gave me eternity?

The one who gave me love,

Who gave me an eternal hunger I never shared.

With one sweet bite,

You branded me one of the Children of the Night.

Sweet little war,

What cowards you all are.

Could not keep me from the night,

Could not keep me from innocent blood.

My own little army,

I assure you I will have.

Will have to fight for the power,

A power that I desire,

And I will take your betrayers for hire.

You, the powerful one,

Will wish that you never existed.

This, I call, the War of the Vampires.

"SHE'S gorgeous, just look at her! And she's so plush, Lucy!" Lisa Reeve lifted her gray eyes up to the picture and sighed. She was sitting down on a chair; her legs crossed gracefully, her hands gripping her skirt compulsively. She was hungry, hungry for a companion, for the taste of blood from the beautiful young woman in the picture. She turned towards Lucy Sebastian and anxiously smiled. "I want her!" She whispered, her lips parted and her fangs were visible, her pink tongue ran over her lips. Her eyes returned to the picture of the young woman. The girl stared back sensuously at the camera. Her lustrous green eyes were luminous. Her body was desirable, irresistible. Her cheeks were a rosy color, they blended with her milky white complexion, hair blond and short, which tangled and curled around her head.

Lucy looked down and smiled tenderly at Lisa. "You'll have her." She answered. "Soon enough." A ripple of soft, musical and silky laughter escaped her throat, her violet-blue eyes shone. Her pointy fang teeth flashed out for an instant. She placed her hand over Lisa’s shoulder and squeezed gently.

"Really?" Lisa said, her soft gray eyes staring sweetly at the picture, her face expressing her desire for the girl. She lifted her hand to her shoulder and covered Lucy’s. Lisa was also very desirable. Her pale skin had a white porcelain tone to it; her long hair was golden and extremely curly. She had the face of a sixteen-year-old despite being over two thousand years of life. She had been only seventeen years old when Lucy had taken her to herself and made her what she now was, a powerful being which thrived in blood.

Lucy also had the face of a young girl, although she was much more than three thousand years of age. She was made so long ago, that she didn’t remember her life as a human. Her skin was even paler than Lisa’s was and her irises were almost invisible with the light of the camera. "Just invite her to our little party Friday night." She whispered, smiling down at Lisa.

Lisa looked back at the picture and smiled. "Friday, Leandra Montes will be mine..."

LESLIE Anne Robilland, a gorgeous young girl of seventeen years of age, bounced into her father’s office. Her straight red hair was picked up with a scrungie, she wore shorts and a T-shirt with an image of Madonna emblazoned on it. Her father, Michael E. Robilland was on the phone, talking to the Real State agent that had gotten the house for him in Salum Town. He’d never heard of the place before, until this agent approached him with the offer to sell the property for a good price. Michael was never big on money, and agreed to go with this very strange young man to view the house.

He was instantly in love with the property, a beautiful Victorian mansion with so much property surrounding it, it seemed never ending. The mansion was so intricately designed, so perfectly measured, that Michael thought human hands could not have possibly designed nor built it. He thought the Real State agent was a strange man of sorts, talking as if he were in a trance. At times taking long periods to answer, - seeming almost mechanical in his actions, as if his brain were not operating on it’s own, like a puppet- Michael decided that he wanted to buy the property anyway.

And there was not a problem. Michael’s wife, Jeanie was not phased. She liked the tranquillity of a small town, hated the noise of big city life, and was looking forward to sending her daughter to the school, sure that in a small town Leslie would settle. She felt that youth in the city were wild and had no considerations for their parents, never thought of them at all but only to hound them about money. Of course, Leslie wasn’t like that, but Jeanie didn’t want her to turn that way.

Leslie wasn’t too impressed with the pictures her father showed her of the house, but she didn’t have a problem with moving. She didn’t like her hypocritical friends anyway, feeling that the only reason for their desire to be her friends was because her parents were so rich and had so much influence. She wanted to go to the town, start over, make friends…

"All right, then. Have a good day, Giordano." Michael hung up the phone and smiled at his daughter, his perfect teeth showing. "We have us a new home, Leslie." He said excitedly.

Leslie grinned at her father, the corners of her eyes wrinkling slightly. "When are we moving, dad?" She asked, sitting on one of the chairs set in front of his desk and lifting her legs to cross them.

Michael thought for a little while. The house is already furnished, he thought, maybe we can go next week. "What do you think about next week, you’re not that far into your studies. You can take them up right there in their school. I’ve heard it’s a great school."

"Dad," She said, looking pleased. "It doesn’t matter to me, we can do as you please."

Michael clapped his hands together and laughed. "Great!" He exclaimed. "I feel so lucky that my child and my wife have not one problem with doing things I want to do."

Leslie’s laugh rang out like music. "That’s because we like and think the same things, daddy." She said.

Michael smiled and studied his daughter proudly. "It’s settled, then. Salum Town it is." He said. "There’s the city not too far away, you can go to the malls and everything. It’s not too big, but it’s modernized and it keeps up with the latest styles and everything. Most of the families living there are very rich city folks like us that wanted to run away from the big cities, and they love it. I already have contracts there, you know."

"Great, daddy!" Leslie said, standing. "I’m going to start packing up."

"Sure, hon." He watched her walk out of the office and smiled in her wake.