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Chapter one: The Begining.

The brilliant glow of the full moon shone down on the city of Mayhem; a city where both vampire's and humans live together, though not always in peace. There were always times that a vampire would kill a human just for the blood, or for the excitement of the kill. Vampires here were ruthless, they knew no boundaries and would stop for nothing until they were content. Though there were some who had more control, and wished to do nothing but 'enjoy' their immortal life in peace. On the outskirts of Mayhem, the small, human city of Harlem resided. The humans there were blissfully unaware of the danger that they could possibly have been in. They cared not for the threats that Mayhem posed for them, though, they might have if they knew of its existence.
Mayhem was a hidden city, and only those who knew where it was, or even of its existence could enter. Anyone else would have seen the city as nothing more then a forested plot. Though once those few humans who dared to pass that point entered, there was no return. Only the vampires could enter and exit at their own will; humans had to have help.

Aubrey sighed heavily as he gazed upon the nearly empty streets of Mayhem, leaning against one of the brick walls that, if followed, let to one of the many entrances to Harlem. Though, tonight, he and his friend would be leaving to reside in Harlem. He looked to be around the age of an 18 year old. Pale flesh, well toned features, tousled, pitch black hair. On his right wrist was a serpent tattoo, and on his left shoulder he carried a scar that ran all the way down his forearm. Though he had the ability to hide it, he chose not to. It was a reminder of what he had done to cause one vampire enough emotional damage and stress. Black orbs darted to the side, the sound of footsteps touching his ears. "I thought you'd appear out of thin air... I didn't know you would walk here," he mumbled.
Aileen was not amused, her graceful features contorted to one of simple anger. "Sorry, I had to deal with one of your other little friends. Fate is really getting annoying," she whined, fists clenched at her sides.
Aubrey chuckled darkly, a grim smirk crossing his lips. "Really now...? I was beginning to think that she was rather sweet.. Even though she is my sister, she‘s still a bloody b***h…." Bitter resentment was clear in his voice, though his eyes showed no emotion what so ever. "We better leave soon, before someone else tries to stop us... Or, rather, you..." Aubrey turned then, his back to the female. His footsteps carried him swiftly from the area and into the boundaries of Harlem. They had chosen to come here, for at least one year. It was better this way, so that they could keep in touch with their human sides. They hadn't always been vampires....none of them had, to be exact. The creatures of the night were created by each other, a fairy tale that humans had created themselves… Or, at times, a nightmare.
Aileen sighed, following after Aubrey quietly. "We don't have to do this..." she said, her English accent showing clearly in her voice. "I mean, sure, we'll be able to get free blood from the people who donate there, but come on. Living with humans for an entire year? It's-"
"Perfectly fine with me. If you want to leave, then you may. But I prefer to do this. Though it would be rather boring since I've lived through almost everything..." he mumbled, black orbs closing for a moment as he inhaled deeply. "Living with humans isn't so bad, Aileen. It's actually quite nice..."
Aileen rolled her eyes, slipping her hands into the pockets of her leather pants. "Whatever," she responded, her eyes narrowing. "I still don't think it's a good idea though. Humans are something we feast on. They're weak. 'The weak perish, the strong survive'."
Aubrey sighed in agitation, not willing to continue this conversation further. It was bad enough that he had agreed on letting her come. "Listen... if you're going to complain, then leave. Go home," he told her, stopping as he looked over his shoulder at her. His words had been cold, and his eyes were hinting as his anger. Aileen had gotten the point from the looks of it. He smirked. "Good girl," he cooed softly, turning his gaze in front of him once more as he continued on.
Soon, they had reached the exit, an old fashioned clay flower pot, in which a rose bush grew, marking it. The roses though, were not the type you would find in your every-day flower shop. They were black, and the rarest among all roses. In past years, a black rose would resemble that of a demonic aura nearby, though now that the religion had toned down more, black roses were cherished for their rarity . It would appear that the roses were only a dark red, though if looked at closely, they were black, almost as black as a sky without stars.. Aileen glimpsed at one of them for a moment, her memories flickering back to the time that she had accepted a black rose, and…accidentally pricked her finger when she was human. Later on that night, she'd been turned. A vampire tradition, she'd learned. "Why is it a tradition...? To give a victim a rose before they're turned...?" she asked, her gaze turning back to Aubrey as curiosity danced within her black orbs..
"Humans are simple. They accept the gift...draw blood on it from one of the thorns...and later on, are bitten. We chose to give them something that they will not put down, something rare..." He sighed. "It was something started a long time ago..." A long time ago indeed, almost back to the 1600's.
Aileen nodded, a low sigh escaping her lips. "We should...be there soon. Unless you want to just get there in a second." She grinned faintly, though it faded as she saw the other male shake his head. She knew he hated that idea, especially when they were in human territory. "Fine. We'll walk then," she mumbled, arms crossing over her chest slowly.
Aubrey nodded, raising a hand to brush his bangs from his face. "It's only a block away. Walking wont kill you..." he teased lightly, yawning as he headed towards one of the larger houses in the town. Once there, the two entered, gazing around the interior for a moment. The colors were black, mainly, though there were some shades of white and gray mixed in, like a checkerboard. “Nice place for a rave, don’t you think?” he asked, snickering softly under his breath as his friend nodded.
“Yea, the ‘humans’ would sure enjoying tearing this place up…” she muttered, her gaze flickering elsewhere. The house was grand, and it was the best in town… If the kids in the area found out the ‘new kids’ lived in it, they would be swarmed with people asking if they could come over… “Let’s keep a low profile this year,” she said.
“Don’t we always..?”
A stairway led to the second and third story, and the furniture was polished black wood, with fine details. The kitchen was nothing more then a prop, though it would have to be filled when the time came. There would be humans here, since this was a school year, and they needed to be prepared. It would be hard to hide what they were if they didn’t have the right things, and living alone while...faking such ages would be something that not many vampires would chance. Though they both had the ability to tamper the minds of others and that would be something that would defiantly come in handy....

~*~

The next morning, Aileen and Aubrey readied themselves for the first day of school. Aileen had chosen to wear a pair of her black jeans with small, decorative chains hanging from the belt-loops. A black lace choker clung to the flesh of her neck, a red jewel visible on the front. Her wrists had a few black bangles, and around her ankle, uncovered by her short jeans, was a black rose tattoo.
Aubrey had chosen to wore a black shirt that clung tightly to his skin, allowing the muscles beneath to be outlined. He wore black jeans as well, a belt adorned with silver studs wrapped around the belt-loops, though he had no need for it; it was only for show. A collar with small silver spikes wrapped around his neck, his short black hair was also spiked.

The two parted, going on their separate ways. Aileen had chosen not to attend school that day, thinking it might be better to get used to the surroundings instead.
Aubrey sighed heavily as he shook his head, slinging his backpack over one shoulder and walking out the front door. The school was only a couple blocks away, in perfect walking range. At least he'd be able to get a little exercise every day, since he'd been able to 'skip' gym this year. Showing off his physical talents to the world would not of been a good thing.
Black orbs shifted around, noticing that a few other kids had chosen to walk as well. He smirked slightly, his left hand slipping into his pocket while the right hand kept a firm grip on the backpack. His books were merely for show, and there was little chance he would actually use them, unless he was bored and wanted to write poetry or draw. Odd habits, but something he'd grown used to over the years. Once on campus, he walked into the building, heading to his homeroom. He dropped his book bag by the side of the room and headed for an empty desk, sitting down. The day went by rather quickly, until lunch time came. He headed to one of the tables, seeing as he had been one of the first ones there, and sat down. Hopefully, no one would sit him, though he got the impression that someone would...

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Forgive me for deleting the last one. After reading it over, I decided that things needed to be edited and changed around. -Bows- Gomenasai.