Canned Chicken Broth Expires

Stories Eternal Conflict

Blood Dreams by
Alexa Cullen

Chapter 1
A small bourgeois


Dangerously I had been led by the exquisite aroma that exuded every tiny pore body tired and frightened hiker who was lost from the previous day in the depths of Olympic National Park.
The fear that their fragile humanity was at that time charmingly accented aroma.
was for this reason I let him wander for hours, playing the macabre game.

"Up!" I told myself when I accidentally stepped on his compass twelve hours earlier.
That was not any good, it was assumed that I was a good girl ... but despite that he had also stolen his GPS device, which was in the palm of my hand while waiting for my decision.
caressed the little red button with the tip of my thumb waiting not knowing what to do.
would only need to press the little button and the modern device would emit a signal directly to a satellite, accurate reporting of position and enabling the rescue.

I watched in a tree, thirty feet above the ground where the boy slept uncomfortably miserable.
Shortly before I saw him fight he felt extremely tired, until exhausted, tired, hungry and dejected lost the battle against sleep, just as the sun began to rise among the mountains while I was watching him like a hawk watches prey.

A ray of light crept through the dense foliage and bounced off my hard skin, breaking up in a flash of a thousand colors.
not immediately withdrew my arm, I looked for a moment.

remembered very well the first time I had seen this effect.
At that time I did not understand what was really seeing. All
que sabía era que aquel resplandor era lo más hermoso que jamás había visto en mi corta vida.

“Supongo que en 1665 la vida en Paris era muy dura para el común de la gente, sin embargo mi padre era un prosperó comerciante maderero y se había convertido en todo un “Burgués” como se le llamaba en esos años.
En nuestra mesa nunca faltaba el pan ni la buena carne y el vino tibio siempre estaba listo para ser bebido.
Nuestra casa era cómoda, con el fuego de la chimenea siempre prendido en invierno y yo podía contemplar la cruda vida parisina desde mi ventana en el segundo piso que daba directamente al barrio de Saint- Antonie.
Vivíamos en el barrio de craftsmen and cabinetmakers who worked for a couple years so frantic to please the Re, Louis XIV, which was transforming the hunting lodge of his father just outside of Paris in a mansion.
Years later works continue to transform the small cottage in a spectacular palace, Versailles would be his name.
it was because my father managed to amass a fortune by negotiating with all of them do not hesitate to do everything possible to please the devious and capricious monarch.

My young sixteen years had a good life, always surrounded by friends and young suitors eager to gain attention and of course ... the good fortune and my father's business.

On Sundays we used to walk around the market district bordering on the foul and awesome deposit of bones in the cemetery of the Innocents.
The place was really creepy and full of skeletons lying stacked everywhere but that did not stop was one of the most important places in Paris where for a few hours the great nobles, beggars and bourgeois class members lived together a few hours while walking in the huge market.

I had very clear it was not convenient to visit the place when the last of the Angelus sounded in the skies over the city like rats because of evildoers, gulfs, and all that remained pariahs performing their hidden or false papers were removed beggars trademarks and drew their knives to rob and rape all who venture into their domain.

That Sunday was the first time I saw him.
was hidden in an alley, no one in store for him as it was unusual to see the red shoes of the great lords penetrating into the narrow streets, prostitutes soliciting sexual acts that the great ladies refused to perform.

But something compelled me to stick my eyes on him.
A strange light seemed to come from his hand stretched out to me, under some weak sunshine.
I walked away from my mother, who bought some items kitchen and walked toward the strange man who offered me the mysterious and lovely sheen.
knew very well what they were, but I had never seen one up close, much less had never held one in my hands.
Despite our more than good economic conditions, diamonds and jewelry in general were just acquired by some powerful members of the court.
And now they were offering me only a few steps, could not resist that lovely shine.

But something stopped me, I suddenly felt afraid. Something told me that the danger was in front of me.
Many times my mother had spoken of traffickers of children and women and the fate of those who fell into their clutches.
I stepped back as the man withdrew his hand into the shadows again.

- Do not want to see what I have here? -. I said.

When he spoke, his voice filled my head completely and I felt strange bells in my ears to block all the noise around me, enveloping me in a magical bubble.

My foot is moved back toward him, extending my hand involuntarily now forward.

- Alexandra! -. Called after my mother.

In response to his voice turned in the middle of a jump.

- What are you doing daughter, perhaps you want something to happen to you!?. For the love of God, we will soon find a good match for you, you're not old enough to wander like a child among the crowd.

I grabbed his arm and forced me to retire.
As we walked away I could not help turn around to look again at the alley, but saw nothing but utter darkness and walked away with the strong impression that this not be the last time I meet him. "

The boy who was sleeping a few feet below, lying beside the tree, turned, rolled on its side and distracted me from my memories.
Powerful and trained my eye once again confirmed to me how beautiful it was.
He had observed the previous day as he looked desperately this way and another, realizing he was lost.
His eyes were a strange green, as green as moss growing everywhere.

What would my brothers if they come with a new partner?
He knew they would say but it was not why would not hurt.
I really did not want a partner and did not want to kill him anyway.
It was that kind of hunger that I felt at that moment.
hunger was a sweat, hot skin, devouring kisses, so ... literally eaters such as he had given me that night when he slipped through my window.

"That night he had listened with his ear to the door the conversation that my mother had with my father.
Words like "Old Enough", "Good partnerships" and "beneficial for the business" had been spoken many times. I realized then that in a merchant family everything was negotiable, including the offspring.
Half an hour later my father left and then returned to the baker and his son, a slim young and stupid face always looked at me with his mouth open.

comfortable Among those four walls, my parents were no better than beggars living in Los Santos ossuaries in the cemetery of the Innocents.
was sure that at least they gave their daughters as collateral for its economic alliances.

cursed my luck, I did not marry, at least not now and especially not with the idiot son of a baker.

I lay on my bed, thinking of all the men who on earth, surely someone was aimed at me.
would be someone exotic and beautiful, but above all things be wise and show me the whole world and all its mysteries.


I closed my eyes thinking of my dreams, until they I took the bizarre incident that had occurred hours earlier.
I opened my eyes suddenly, a voice came back to flood my mind cherishing every cell of my body.
I sat to contemplate in the big mirror in my closet and was surprised to suddenly see my face red. Why
felt intense heat burning from the inside when he remembered that voice?

turned out the only candle in my room and got rid of my clothes, staring at my naked body. I knew very well what did the girls in dark alleys. Once
had observed a man put his hand under the skirt of one of them while women stood face to the sky and closed his eyes.
When I got home and when I was alone in my room, I made the same move he had made man and was surprised to discover the pleasure I felt my skin to go with my own hands. Thus
had discovered the guilty pleasure and I refused to perform such acts with the baker's son. First prefer death rather than let his clumsy hands touched my bare skin.

I lay on my bed, dreaming of that strange voice caressing my neck while my hands went down on my belly looking for my sex.
I closed my eyes again as I kept away by the wet dream up suddenly I felt the cold touch of a hand covering my mouth.
was sure he had locked the door, my mother also was a silent creature, quite the contrary.
I tried to scream in panic but to no avail.
What I saw left me open my eyes as cold as the same hand on my face.
An elegantly dressed man leaning over me. Terrified
tried to free myself but then I felt her body against mine was installed by pressing it gently left me completely immobilized.

That could not be happening to everybody and probably disown me and the gulfs of the Court of Miracles I receive after learning of my atrocious manners.
My heart was pounding so hard it seemed that at any moment I would go through the mouth.

"I hope you were thinking of me. For my part I could not stop thinking about you all day.

His voice again have the same effect had been hours ago.
I felt dizzy and for a moment stopped fighting, doing my breathing returned to normal and I was aware of the characteristics that my assailant had besides the delicious smell coming from his body.
Her hair was dark, long and curly in the fashion of the court.
His skin was olive-toned but strange bothered me most was his eyes.
Even without the bright light could see the strange color they had.
knew I should be afraid, very afraid but I was in total trance, owned entirely by one man.

"I've followed and the hours I have made eternal. But patience pays off and here is mine.
And I only wanted to peep through your window, I could not contain myself to see what your state desirable.

His hand was covering my mouth but still no words I could express at that time.

"But I do not yet answered my little cheeky. I said now bringing his mouth to my ear. - Were you thinking of me or any tasteless and insignificant boy? -.

Push your face for a moment gazing at me and said,

"Let's do something. I withdraw my hand from your mouth but you must promise not to scream.
I can listen to your family downstairs chatting pleasantly about your future marriage, but if you scream I will not hesitate to kill them all while you watch as I do.
Is it clear? -.

saying I moved my head slightly and he pulled his hand but did not move an inch.
I felt like a blush rose to my face again and unnecessarily I tried to move my hands to cover my naked body.

I looked with a fierce expression on his face and stopped moving.

"I'm waiting for your reply. He said. "You were thinking of me? Because that would please me greatly.

was sure he'd kill me and kill my family also. Maybe it would be best, my family could not bear the shame if the rest found out what happened that night and summoning all my courage I looked into his eyes and answered.

-Yes, I was thinking of you "-.

"Then you'd better introduce myself. He said separating me and standing up and then make a profound and elegant bow. "My name is Laurent. And I my dear
shameless ... I'm a vampire "

Dark Vengeance
By Carla Cullen

Chapter 1
My Death?

** If your heart is made of good steel, then survive. If on the contrary is pure scum, will crack with the first punch, and when that happens I sneak inside you and take what I owe.
This coven of which I belong, emerged as the destination luck ..
No one could have imagined or the craziest of dreams that three vampires with enigmatic personalities as different as we formed a family, and more now that we have as a new member of this great clan as a werewolf.
The rivalry between our species would have been enough to unleash a gap between us, but on the contrary, only brought us closer. Coka
and Alexa are like the sisters I ever had, Coka to safety that characterizes anyone would be intimidated by beautiful women; Alexa .. his noble and generous heart is matched only by his indomitable spirit, while Kokoro has been since the time I found her as a daughter and friend ... Delicate and strong, kind and cheerful ... The truth is not that what I did to have the good fortune to be with them .. Together we formed a single family, our different personalities have been the strength you need each other, we just complement. What
as we are? .. Well, I'll have to start telling the story from the beginning ....
was born in late 1870 in Mexico City District Federal.
Our government was still under the rule of General Porfirio Díaz.
My family was one of the few wealthy at that time, but unfortunately for my father to have only daughters, his wealth was owned by our future husbands.
Being a woman in those days was to have no more value as a currency. The school was a privilege that could not have, and that the more prepared was a woman, the greater the difficulty to find a good and decent husband.
We had no voice, so when my father decided that at age 17 had to marry to be the example of my sisters: Maria de los Angeles and Sofia.
The leaflet was prepared for me in my head, thanks for reading my hidden room was not even remotely similar to my beloved father had arranged.
Fernando de la Torre, son of a wealthy landowner of the recent northern border. Frivolous man, the prototype of fashion, but with dry and bitter for his age.
"At least it is an OLD MAN: I told my sister-in consolation verlo. You see, the one who touched the poor cousin of the Conception, but her husband looked like his grandfather.
My tears and protests were over, my father agreed to my pleas not to marry a man she neither knew nor wanted.
The wedding was somewhat hasty, as I promised I was thrilled with the reception out on his new estate, wanted to be married and, when the new shipment had requested with our neighboring country to the north.
The wedding party traveled for several days, between rugged mountains and harsh deserts.
In a country which took place every day revolutions, uprisings and especially civil wars, religious, ethnic, and international, was not a good time to travel.
The festive atmosphere was not me, you seem more than a party for me, my mind seemed squad. Fernando
not love me, just wanted to extend its bank account alone, juicy, perhaps improve their "race" as he put it when they have children of someone who had a Franco-English descent, but his mixed Yaqui.
The ceremony came to an end, announcing to everyone that from now on would be the wife of M. de la Torre. Now it was his property and belonging as their land and herds.
Silent Tears flooded my soul, my voice was enslaved, he only heard the noise of the musicians and some screams from the guests.
all happened so fast that my senses could not act stupid.
People ran in terror, throwing everything that was on its way, for a moment I thought it was some insurgent group he fought again for the place, and had interrupted the reception.
But to see more detail than in the living room, people died, only the hands of three men with no weapon, was what terrified me.
The three guys were in a beauty almost unreal, like superhuman strength.
His eyes of a strange and creepy tone lipstick in her eyes I knew right away did not come in conflict, but also for pleasure.
From time to time, rushed through the crowd breaking their necks and staring at them teeth and sharp claws.
Soon it was a bath of blood and screams.
In the distance I could see my parents and sisters, I wanted to try running to them, but now the hand of my husband stopped me.
-Let, we have to escape ... they distract the vampires while we shouted scared escapamos. pulling my arm.
Then I knew it was them .. Vampires.
could not leave my family so ... being appetizer and bloodthirsty evil beings.
Fernando struggled with trying to let go.
Our fight drew the attention of one of the murderers, causing him to drop his victim empty of the vital fluid and ran towards us.
"But we have here ... the groom and his fragrant novia.-educated voice said mockingly smiling.
-Take it ... but let me live .. I have a lot of money I'll give you what you want but do not kill me! "cried ridiculous Fernando, putting before him.
The vampire let out a loud laugh and turning to me and said,
"I see you've met a gentleman ... putting you see yourself as a human shield before me .. just pathetic!" He laughed.
At that moment I realized that the room was silent, my gaze was unconscious for my family who now lay dead on the cold marble floor.
incorporated them a figure too high and chunky, let out the last drop of their blood on his lips.
An incomprehensible anger was made to act without thinking.
With a cry that tore my soul, burst from my chest, fall on him.
knew it would be futile to fight him, but at that moment all I wanted was to share the same fate as my deceased family.
With an incomprehensible speed came up to me, taking me by the neck and pulls up to the height of their hideous eyes.
I needed air, but still did not want to see me beg for my life.
"So you met with a" fighter "Felix ... look how lucky you friend, I only played little girls crying!" Complained another of the vampires.
wanted the unfortunate end this once and for all.
So I spit in the face as a sign of disgust toward him.
I thought that would trigger his anger, but only got to look at me with more interest.
His eyes pierced.
When I almost lost the sense of lack of oxygen, I dropped to the ground noisily. The other let go
laughter around me.
"And we're going to do with it ??... I would argue that the divide, but as seems to have outstanding accounts with Felix, I think it is he who decida." commented ironically the lowest of the three.
I rose with difficulty, looking defiantly at such Felix.
"I swear, if not kill me right now ... do not let live in peace until you have your life in my hands, and give me what I have stolen.
I said, his voice quivering air still recovering. The so-Félix
pierced me with his eyes, a sly smile on her lips sticking out, but still turned away ignoring me.
With a nod given to understand that it was time to leave, moving at speeds impossible for any human being to reach the doorway.
But the lowest of the vampires do not think so, and before they could have left the desolate room, took me by the waist as if to kiss sank its fangs into the delicate skin of my neck.
not resist, just wanted to be killed quickly and efficiently. I could feel my body becoming more and more felt cold, my veins were becoming drier .. until I could hear was beating less and less strength my heart.
And like a distant hazy dream it were, I heard strange rumblings and loud banging rock hit as far away.
did not see or feel anything .. Just cold and dark.
I was unconscious most of all when a terrible pain came the most terrible ... had ever felt.
My body was burning slowly and tortuously. I ran
Pain cuerpo por entero..ni un solo milímetro de éste se pudo salvar de aquella quemazón.
Que si grité?? …Claro que lo hice aunque dudaba que alguien pudiera acudir en mi auxilio, pero sólo podía escuchar el silencio que me acompañaba.
No supe cuanto tiempo pasé en aquel pavoroso tormento…Lo último que fui conciente es que el dolor paró tan repentinamente como empezó.
Y al abrir los ojos, supe que la antigua yo había desaparecido, junto con mi pasado y sueños…Mi vida la habían robado convirtiéndome en lo que más he de odiar…Vampiros.
Sí, ahora soy una de ellos, fuerte y letal..su peor error, por que no descansaré hasta encontrar my revenge.

Howling at the Moon
For
Kokoro

Chapter 1
What I

What I am is real, I'm exactly where I should be today.
Let the light shine on me.
Now if I know who I am, there is no way to hide what I've always wanted to be ...
What I am.

What I am - Demi Lovato.

I turned and looked under the stairs, my strange and unique family:
Alexa, Coka and my Carla.
sometimes did not understand how a mere mortal like me could live with three vamps as beautiful as them, but that was my luck.
I had questioned a million times, whether to bite and finally be like them. But opinions differed about my conversion. Carla had refused to take a life as a vampire. While on the other hand Coka, was the idea of \u200b\u200bbecoming. Alexa was neutral on the issue, said that when she had the maturity to understand ... I would take the decision.
But I swear sometimes felt that there was nothing to think about. Just remember my pathetic life, giving me guidelines to go and beg for a new existence.
not who my parents. The very unhappy I had left my luck out there, somewhere in the Olympic Peninsula in western Washington state. I was not really sure why, but I could not impórtame less.
Nothing in me was as it should be. I celebrated my birthday every 29th of October, which was the day that I had found my Carla.
She told me that when I saw a maternal instinct awoke in her. And seeing that I was alone and abandoned as a dog, decided to do part of his life. My name: Kokoro, I owe to her.
What kind of name is Kokoro? Many times I had laughed at my own name, but my Carla, always said it was the perfect name for me. Kokoro means heart in Japanese. And I secretly loved him.
"My Family" was the only really valuable to me. My Carla, was the closest thing to a mom, and I actually considered it. And he loved her when I remembered how I sang songs and told me legends of Native American tribe from which it is assumed that I come from. Carla
"Mammy.
"Tell me, my Kokoro.
- Are not you going to tell another story Kiluite?
Carla smiled gently and sat on my bed. In my 8 years had many cravings the world and many more urges to my bedtime stories.
-I: Qui-leu-te.
-So-lui-tte. Ki-remarked quite sure myself.
Carla rolled her eyes and smiled again.
"It's important to know where it came from, is likely to need in the future.
- Why?
"Because ... maybe one day you'll return to your home.
"But my home is with you ... and mommy and mommy Coka Alexa.
"And our site is you. But it is still important Kokoro, you're a Quileute. Never forget.
smiled innocently showing the little holes in my teeth. I did not understand the meaning Quileute be that I just wanted to be close to my golden-eyed mommies. Carla
"Let Mommy, tell me again the story that Kiluuittes are descendants of wolves. This is my favorite. I saw my mommy
stress on your perfect face Ivory Coast and to swear I saw her breathe more by necessity than habit of pretending to, but were only seconds before he recovered the serenity in his face and smile again.
"Yes, my Kokorito, I will tell you the story of men descended from wolves, men who were so in touch with mother earth and nature, men ...
shook my head and wiped the tears that threatened to spring from my eyelids. I saw under the stairs. Alexa Coka fighting with the TV remote control and my Carla smiled at the scene before the Monopoly board.
When was your relationship with my mother?
Ah ... yeah.
The day I found her nature ... vampires.
I hugged myself and I shuddered.
love them ... I swear that I love. It took me an incredible time accepting their condition.
was thirteen and ran through the woods playing hide and seek with Carla. Coka Alexa and watched us smiling while shining under the sunlight. Every time we were outside, looked at them stunned.
-One ...
Why is my skin glowed like them?
-Two ...
Whenever asked, I gave long and went on a tangent. The only answer I got to make was that ... something in me was wrong. The Ugly Duckling. As it was ... this time was happy and did not want to lose echármelo thinking about things they did not understand.

-Four ... I ran with all my strength striving to find a good hiding. I always found! So I was struggling to catch them twice this time.

-Six ... I jumped a little bump and saw a small cave about few meters. I saw the triumph in that perfect hiding place and ran anxious. It was dark and somewhat gloomy, but I was brave, after all ... I was a descendant of wolves. I crawled in and hid behind a rock.
In the distance I heard the tens of Carla and I tried to control the laughter that threatened to expose me. But instead of listening to the silence I expected, I heard a squawk and a fierce growl behind me. Scared and turned around in the darkness of the cave and lights as kaleidoscopes trickled between dimples on the roof, I made a cat of the mountains.
pale and felt my legs weaken. No, I was brave, I needed to get out. Fought against my own fear and ran screaming. The animal threw a blow and struck me on the arm causing it to fall hanging around outside the cave.
It hurt ... it hurt a lot. Cried
desperate and afraid. Wanted to see my mother. Wanted to see my mommy Carla.
saw the animal ready to become his dinner when three roaring strong, powerful and feminine, made my skin bristles. My mother was standing behind me. My Carla, roared again, showing his perfect teeth, and a second was taking the cat's neck and twisted. They did not spend even five seconds when the animal lay dead in front of my expressive brown eyes. That definitely
... was not normal.
-Kokoro. Damn you all right? "Said Coka with his face contorted.
-Carla. Alexa confirmed this bleeding-examine your arm.
"My child ..." muttered my Carla approached me, but I was terrified. I could only respond by pushing in an attempt to get away and crying.
Among my tears I saw a pained seeing a face Carla indescribable. Coka threw an occasional profanity Alexa holding his nose and tried to approach stealthy step.
-Kokoro, is us, we have always been giving us, "said Alexa three steps. I nodded
trying to reassure. Alexa came to examine the wound. But they were only seconds before he retired.
I can not.
-blood ... Move over, "ordered Carla pushing and hugging in a protective gesture. "I'll charge. Get out of hunting, will be required.
- What about you? "Asked Coka with the clear tone of sarcasm.
"I'm fine. I'll always be good for my daughter. Please
-Carla. We're vampires, we
-Diggers ... ... "I interrupted quietly. Carla Coka drilled with the hearing and no one said anything else.
My Carla are limited to loading and take me home. Cured of my wounds in silence. Me neither had I dared to mention anything.
That would mean, if everything was clear. Well ... that was not true, so many things I wanted to know. Tonight
demanded answers and gave them to me. I told their stories, the details of his "vegetarian" and its nature. I crammed information, so dazed and sore ... I went to sleep that night ... Since
had run out of stories.
stopped treating me like her daughter and they treat me more like your sister ... "a very weak indeed, that as her daughter, and I started calling them by name omitted on: Mommy, Mommy or Dad.
Las lágrimas que estaban bañando mi rostro me regresaron a la realidad. Estaba furiosa conmigo misma. Nunca supe cómo manejar la situación. Mi Carla decía que yo aprendería a sobre llevarlo ya que era una hermosa chica con un corazón tierno y amoroso.
¿Dónde estaban todas esas características que supuestamente formaban parte de mí ser?
¿Cómo podía ser hermosa aun lado de un grupo de bellas vampiresas?
¿Amorosa y tierna? ¿Con quién? ¿Acaso con las ratas?
Alexa me decía que mi “mala actitud” era porque había entrado a la adolescencia. Pero con un demonio… juro que todo me irritaba y me ponía de mal humor.
A After all, what reasons had to be in a good mood? He knew nothing of my past, all he had always remembered was watching over these three vampires. He had a name, had no recollection, few people knew my age always stayed behind to change our city. Did not have a single friend.
I knew nothing of life. Always protected. Always locked. Always ... ...
So empty ... or pathetic?
I touched my forehead was burning ... again. It was the third time this week I had. My bad mood got worse and my body temperature rose. I went back down the stairs angry the world and life. I just wanted to hit something and let the frustration out of my chest ...
Print the door of my room. Knew that my family would have heard and most likely in a matter of minutes my Carla touched my door.
Toc, Toc
Bingo.
-Koko ... my girl Are you okay? We are waiting. - Carla whispered me from the other side of the door.
- I'm fine! But I have no mood to play Monopoly today!
- But you love Monopoly!
- I think no more! - Neither the monopoly, neither the one nor the scrabble, or any other stupid board game. Silence reigned
moments. Knowing my Carla, but I would be worried alone. And if the latter heard and down the stairs. Thank God he had resigned.
I sat on the floor and I could swear I heard the beat of my heart precipitate. I did not know why, but it was rough ... sore, as if waiting for some new development. I knew nothing about what was happening. Perhaps it was my anger for having recently changed address. Hardly had made new friends in the former school when we had had to move again. Thanks Coka
! Coka
was the Locochonas and cankerworm group. In his latest craze, had slept with my teacher ... it was obvious that he realized that something was wrong with her. So after regañiza Alexa decided to go would be best.
annoying snorted and went back to touch my forehead. Still burning. I did not mean anything. Do not want to worry about. Being the only family that got sick sometimes could be embarrassing and annoying. Although nothing more embarrassing than the first day I had my period ...
I covered my face, knowing me, would be the strongest upholstered crimson that might exist. My family could be very wise in some things, but for others ... - As you explain what the hell is menstruation, "could be sufficiently awkward. This time I was in panic, I watched the blood trickle down my legs when I undressed for a shower. Had screamed so loud that my Carla had run to me and almost knocked the door. I was very frightened: Blood and vampires ... it was not like that the best combination.
My Carla had been in shock and saw stutter. Until then tell me that they thought there was some stage where women ovulated and blah, blah, blah. Brave
teachers!
had been justified by saying that it did not remember that detail. I could not blame them, they had centuries without suffer from colic or having to go buy sanitary napkins. I went back to puffing.
I knew it was the normal family, but I felt like the oddball.
The courage again in my blood boil. I threw a punch to the ground and heard a: Crack!
Oops!
I looked at the floor and saw a small slit. I was surprised, and pretty. Usually it was a weakling. I was definitely very upset that you crack the floor and a stroke. And apart from everything I was feeling bad ... really bad. Felt that the center of my chest would explode by spontaneous combustion.
I stood up and flung me to the bed. My teeth started chattering. Were you cold or hot? I went back to touch me ... I was more than fire, probably about thirty-eight or forty degrees. If no temperature was lowered to seizures. I got up and scared and ran to the bathroom in my room. I undressed as fast as I could and got into the shower. Open the cold water gave everything and let the liquid invaded my body.
Nothing.
The temperature was still there. I panicked a lot. I thought it was best to swallow my pride and run with my family. But just consider that idea infuriated me greatly. I closed the faucet and reached for a towel. Me tangled up in the body and ran to the window open. I needed the fresh air of Utah in the evening.
When I opened it, the pain in my chest grew excruciating. The temperature in my brain stalled for a moment I stopped thinking. Just wanted to get rid ... let it go. Without thinking coherently
closed my eyes and jumped out of the window. I suddenly ...
free.
There was no pain. There was more bitterness to poison ideas. I let my senses enjoy everything. I could smell the wet earth. Hear the birds singing and even the marching of the ants. My feet were running like never felt before. I forced myself to open my eyes and what I saw scared me.
was not me. It was an animal ...
I looked at my legs and analyzed my hair brown ... like my hair. This was me.
The sun was completely hidden and a beautiful moon began to decorate the sky. Instinctively I yelled. It was as natural, instinctive.
howled again ... It was a wolf, that was me ... and understanding that I was overwhelmed.
Totally overwhelmed.

Triangle Immortal
For
Coka

Chapter 1
Scrambled Time

I'll tell you how it was that turned born, because the truth is that human birth and ending as a vampire was not what I dreamed when I was little and wandered through the corridors of the house where he lived.
My father in New Orleans was the owner of thousands of acres of cotton producing lands inherited from their ancestors. At that time the contact between us and the rest of our ecosystem was limited, we only were allowed to interact with our family and house staff, we could not have any contact with the staff of the farm, all but a handful of whites the rest were all slaves.
me for my care had a breast-black was the one who had nursed and raised me since I use my early infancy, she in turn had a son mestizo, who was the son of a white foreman's son and had been quickly sent far from the farm as soon as he heard the news. Julia was a very beautiful black, mestizo, had also given birth to a beautiful blue-eyed mulatto was beautiful since birth and just why he was allowed to stay home. Years passed and the two transformers grew inseparable, I turn into a young petite, inconspicuous and purchased the size of their black ancestors and strong but the extraordinary beauty of his paternal ancestors whites. Bosco, as he called it, was intended to serve the house which spent 100% of the time together, I was madly in love with him and was sure that he too me.
As my father is no fool decided to end the situation as it realized what was happening and sold to another plantation sure it was as far as possible, that night I cried all that I came to mourn anymore, because I emptied my soul and decided to give myself to him, needed him to know that we belonged body and soul. I slipped during the night to his room as late as I could, from squatting to his room and got into his bed. I was only 15 years and life without knowing anything, I just throw her nightgown and everything I had and I lay naked cuddling.
When he realized it was me, without saying a word kiss me passionately and love me slowly, he had only 16 and knew nothing of the arts of love but was tender and gentle and gave me the hottest night but never returned to have. When dawn kiss me passionately, I got dressed and walked me to part without any fear, he promised: "Love back for you, wait, I'll see how that never again separate us", he kissed me and left. When I woke up and he was taken to the station.
spent days, months and maybe a year and my father decided to end my decision to go dying breaks send me a trip to Europe with my mother and my sisters for a long period so that when he returned with his eyes full of the world was ready to get married and forget this silly tantrum. I could care less what they did with my life, truth, and nothing mattered much I was more out of this world than inside.
In 1 week we were in bags and ready to go, the trip was eternal, apparently my mother had known all the Europeans who were single because they insisted on introducing me to every man who knew young or old did the same with the idea that I forget my love and would give me the "love fit." Clearly it never happened and all I did was act every day and try to get some sleep at night because every time I closed my eyes Bosco was there smiling.
When we returned 2 years later, I got off the carriage in motion and ran to the kitchen desperately searching for Julia, wanted to ask if he knew anything about Bosco if he had written something, if you had asked me.
- Julia does not live here my child, my father told me from the doorway of the kitchen.
- Queeeeeeeeeeee! "I yell.
- She missed his son very much and asked me to negotiate its sale at the farm where he was he was.
- Liar, liar! She never letting go, I'm like her daughter and she is my mother technically and spiritually too, "I screamed disrespecting the first time, had awakened from the lethargy into which I add the day they sold to Bosco.
- Do not let me talk like spoiled little girl, I should have married the next day that it was that filthy black in this house, call me mad.
- should have killed me, had been more generous of you, because I'm dead in life and I keep looking at his face yelling with tears in her throat.
- you say?, I did not move, had fathered her child and she wanted to care for her grandson, that wanted to know?, I told you so, stating that you forced me! - I said, closing the door with a bang behind them.
I collapse, I fell unconscious when I awoke I was in a bed as they told me my sister had spent the last 5 days. He had been a doctor and I had almost given up, asking my family to wait for the worst.
- This girl is dying of grief, said sparingly after
reviewed for accuracy - and it dies because it has been decided, "he concluded.
My mother cried day and night begging my father to go to Bosco because their child was dying, and without giving him and it cost me my life.
spent months when one night in the window of my room someone gently beating continuously until I woke up and when I ran the curtain I saw him he was my Bosco who was watching me behind the glass that looked just extraordinarily beautiful, I rubbed my eyes and I smiled because I understood it, was dreaming and had called him unconscious and desperate. The only thing strange is that instead of her beautiful eyes were now Calypso red like crimson.
- Love, open my window I came for you as I promised, "he said tenderly
- Are you?, You look strange? - I said quickly turning the knob.
He entered and kissed me, it was very cold and I was sure it was a dream, their kisses burned before my mouth could not be real.
- My love, do not know how long I've waited this time "I said as I hugged my now too strong to weak bones.
- Bosco, am I dreaming? - I said still incredulous
- Nooo, I am love, I'm your Bosco, your man and you are my wife and now I'll be forever, "she said, clinging to him again, your body also cold was hard as a rock.
He told me the same night that had reached the hacienda had tried to escape and had been discovered in some strange way they had been very kind to him at first but eventually attacked him leaving him half dead in the woods, these men before attack had listened carefully to his story and it seemed felt sorry for him but eventually acted as bloodthirsty. All you remember is that before leaving one of them came up to her ear and said, "Go get what belongs to you, the next thing I remember is to be writhing in spasms of pain from the hell that was wrapped around his body when he woke up his eyes and looked around further, air, noise, colors, everything was different ... and the thirst was desperate, attacked some rabbits, and birds and achievement quench your thirst temporarily, until he discovered that sed only calmed humans.
now standing by him and wanted to take her away, she felt no fear, only one thing was important, "back together."
- Bosco I say goodbye to my mother at least, "I said almost sobbing
- No time, we must go," he said taking her by the waist as a feather.
not know as 10 seconds and were out of the plantation and were moving faster and faster ... he had no sleep, just goes on and on as if something after him. When we were far enough away Bosco let me gently on the ground and sat down beside me, started kissing me slowly, more and more passionate.
- Do not be afraid, I will love you slowly, let yourself go, "she whispered, I was not afraid he began to take off my clothes but broke it all as nothing more touching in their hands like paper slitting, I was focused on this when I felt a burning pain in the neck as red-hot iron and then everything became a nightmare that did not end, it was a total madness I was screaming that I kill for God, but took my hand and said: - Strength Love, everything happens, is that you can stand it, I'll be here by your side until the end, I love you.
do not know what time the madness ended and I woke up ... That
hundreds do so many years ... we went together through centuries of time, I never saw my family did not want, that served?, To them I had escaped and certainly in the forest something I'd attacked and devoured completely, because my clothes had only found very far from shattered finances.
What happened next is very sad to tell today because Bosco is not in my life, we were attacked by a horde of "the Vampire Slayer" that flourished with the arrival of religious fanaticism. We were close to the city because we had become regulars at the new wonder that was the gramophone and the rooms where you exhibited this new invention, when a horde of these fanatics attacked us violently with torches, shouting all sorts of blasphemies
Damn!, Monsters, creatures of darkness! - said the more they approached us, we were not used to attack anyone, just drank centuries forest creatures.
Flee! - Bosco me cry when more than 100 people will be left over, I stood there, stunned, terrified.
Flee! - He shouted at me.
Flee now, then it will be too late, I beg you! - Said earlier that he lost sight completely.
I started to run without stopping, without direction, with the chest pain could not stop for days ran from that day ... I do not see.
now exists only in my memory, and do not know why whenever I feel alone his memory comes to me and smiles, glad any situation, that I have was from El Salvador memory of my soul and my only love.
Boscoooooooooo Where are you love? - I say softly whispering softly ...





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