Into the nights

2003 Remind me why I am in the dark like a criminal in an amusement park with my mom, sister and the guards?Aaah I remember... We are here because my mom feels we should have fun like kids. I was born in 1993, but that doesn’t make me a kid. I’ve seen what many kids shouldn’t see so I don’t perceive why I am here, in the dark if I must add.My little sister giggled from the swing, demanding that my mom push her higher. I watched my mom smile at her, pretending that the stretching of her cheeks is real.. Pretending that all is okay when she knows nothing is fine.Because I’m here without a daylight ring proves as much.…That she waits for my father to leave to handle his business before taking us out to have fun proves as much...That she has a scarf round her neck even though the air isn’t chilly proves as much...And because Dominic is looking at my mother with longing in his eyes proves as much... And if you are wondering how a ten year old can tell, remember that there is nothing

CardinGetting that body out of the morgue wasn't that difficult for us in terms of being caught, but it was difficult for us because we couldn't get enough humans for our blood supply because everybody seems to be very vigilant.Letting our existence known to the humans isn't an option because we will be having other vampires round the world on our neck."Did you hear me Cardin?"I lazily transferred my gaze to her  "I wasn't really paying attention to you"Baron snickered despite the serious air in the room. Ashley glared at him before turning her furious eyes to me "what could be more important than the situation at hand? Than the fact that the blood in the bank isn't enough to sustain us for the day?"Baron answered in my stead "the fact that there is someone out there that knows of our existence and also the fact that the person created another means of killing us as if silver isn't enough and also the fact that other vampire rulers

Lucy[I]Report to work when you're fully healed[i/][B]lights off[b/] Who the hell signs a letter like that??? Okay...I know I'm being silly, but whoever wrote this letter would have signed his name instead of the club's name at least to help me figure out who visited me at the hospital while I was unconscious. It's not as if I can walk up to Mr Baron or Mr Velvet, demanding the say something so I can figure out who owns that voice at the hospital.'Mr Velvet Cardin' is my life revolving around that name or what?? I picked up the handkerchief that mysteriously found it's way into my pocket many years ago. I'm not exactly sure the particular year that I found this handkerchief in my possession, but I know it was a very long time ago.Tracing the inscription on the handkerchief which has Cardin written boldly in cursive writing. Is it strange that I have a boss's boss named Cardin and also a mysterious handkerchief with Cardin inscribed on it? Shaking my head, I laughed at how stupid I

Lucy I got home that night thanks to Mr. Velvet's driver. I made sure my doors and windows are locked before I brought out the dollar notes to count them again. This is more than enough to sustain me for the whole week even for the whole damn month.The door knob rattled and I froze 'am I getting robbed?'The sound stopped before I heard jingling of keys and the door opened. Vivian my roommate walked in but stopped abruptly when she saw me sitting on the sofa with cash on my hands. She eyed me "I thought you are working tonight?" "I was given one week to heal properly" She eyed the money "is that your salary or a get well soon money?" Ignoring her question, I took in her appearance. I noticed her torn cloth to her smeared lip stick "are you okay? What happened to your cloth?" "Mind your fucking business" she hissed I looked at her one more time before standing up from the sofa "I was just being a concerned roommate Vivian. Do have a good night"

Lucy I woke up with a throbbing headache and a sore face; I touched my right cheeks and winced from the pain that I just felt from touching it. I stood up from the bed and walked into the toilet, washed my face but the pain and headache didn't stop, so I opted for a pain killer. Still staring at my face in the mirror, I wondered what happened to me last night because I remember my afternoon very clearly but last night seems to have never existed at all. Slightly feeling my sore cheeks, I thought about the dream I had last night or what I think is a dream because right now, I'm not even sure if I actually dreamt it or was it just my mind tricking me. I dreamt that I was attacked at the club's toilet's hallway by a man I can't even remember and Mr. Velvet came to my rescue. The funny thing is that Mr. Velvet actually killed someone in my dream, can you actually believe that? For the fact that I'm even dreaming of him at all is crazy. Yes he's a handsome man... Very handsom