http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:CrimsonVampireBlood&section=today deviantART RSS for by:CrimsonVampireBlood en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Mon, 30 Nov 2009 09:12:24 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://CrimsonVampireBlood.deviantart.com/journal/22988618/ http://CrimsonVampireBlood.deviantart.com/journal/22988618/ Tue, 03 Feb 2009 17:09:33 PST ^{*The Present*}
Amy Lauren Jang-Williams was standing in the empty street, waiting, just waiting for him—her crush from school, Dean William Scott McLaughlin. I highly doubt he's gonna come, Amy thought to herself as she brushed her hair out of her pale face. She had been adopted by Ryan and Meghan Williams when she was eight years old and she was actually supposed to be celebrating her ninth year with the Williams tonight, but she had snuck out of their house just to meet Dean.

Earlier that day, Dean had asked Amy to meet him across the street from the school. Dean had come up to Amy in French class asking to meet him in the front of the school at nine thirty that evening. Amy, of course, desperately wanted to be with Dean and had nodded her head vigorously until her neck had cracked as you would crack your knuckles, which made her face flush crimson. There was something about Dean that drove Amy insane, but yet she still had a major crush on the guy. Dean was slightly on the tall—just shy of six two but a hair taller than six one. His hair was a shade of dark chocolate brown and his eyes were a shade of brown, which Amy always got herself lost in whenever she was near him. Dean was well muscled and he was mysterious and almost porcelain pale, which also made Amy gawk all over Dean every time she saw him.

Amy was tall for an Asian, five foot five and a half—though she said that she was five foot six—and was slender and was well curved. Her hair was an extreme dark shade of brown and her eyes were an extreme shade of dark chocolate brown with a hint of purple in it whenever she was in the sunlight. Amy was obviously of an Asian background, though she never knew or met her biological parents.

Amy had been waiting for nearly fifteen long minutes against her metallic jet black four door Ford pick up truck, which was given as her sixteenth birthday gift from Ryan and Meghan. She and her late brother had done some custom work to the truck; they had given it a new paint job—a metallic jet black paint—and had added a decal on the roof of the truck as well as both the doors and the hood.

Two pairs of bright headlights appeared at the opposite end of the road. She stood up and walked to the front of her car, leaned on the hood and waited as the headlights neared. Odd, Amy thought, I thought Dean said that he was gonna come alone. As the two cars approached, the engines were suddenly cut and the people in the cars stepped out.

The one that stepped out of the deep forest green 1970 Mustang was the extraordinarily handsome Dean William Scott McLaughlin. He was wearing a dark navy blue long sleeve t-shirt with some sort of family shield on his left breast that was a grey shade. Dean wore a pair of dark navy blue jeans that were snug at his wide muscular hips.

The passengers of his car were his adoptive brother Jason, his adoptive sister Kristina and his other adoptive sister Danielle, who everyone called Danny.

Jason was wearing a black and red t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting black jeans. Jason had floppy brown hair that was somewhat spiky. He was muscular, and his height actually emphasized his muscles. Jason’s eyes were a shade of hazel and grey.

Danny was wearing a deep purple colored t-shirt with a pair of blue skinny jeans that fitted her slim athletic bodice really well. Danny had layered dark brown hair that reached to the middle of her back, but was pulled into a sloppy pony tail with her bangs slightly covering her eyes. Danny was wearing a pair of black and white Converse shoes.

Kristina was the total opposite of Danny. She was wearing a light pink long sleeved t-shirt with a very low neckline, a pair of baby blue jeans that were cut off at the knees and a pair of pink flip-flops. Kristina had the body of a model—nice and slim. She had shoulder length dark strawberry blonde hair and light blue-grey eyes.

The other car was the same 1970 Mustang; only this one was a deep metallic crimson colour. The driver of this crimson Mustang was Dean's older biological brother, William. He was wearing a green long sleeved t-shirt with a pair on regular blue Levi's. William looked almost nothing like Dean—he had spiky dirty blonde hair and sea blue eyes.

Dean had told Amy that all the children of the McLaughlin family were adopted except for Isabelle, who had died in a plane crash two years earlier.

The passengers in William's car were the other two children in the family, Alex and Adam—another pair of adopted kids. Alex and Adam were adopted as twins together. Alex was a tad shorter than Adam, who stood five foot eleven at full height. Alex stood foot ten and a half with spiky light brown hair. He had dark hazel eyes and he had an eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow. Adam was almost exactly like his twin brother—spiky light brown... ]]> ~CrimsonVampireBlood http://CrimsonVampireBlood.deviantart.com/journal/22987960/ http://CrimsonVampireBlood.deviantart.com/journal/22987960/ Tue, 03 Feb 2009 16:37:32 PST ^{*A hundred years ago*}
I threw him off my back, sending him crashing into the tree a few feet away. I looked around to find Amy.

There was fighting and bloodshed all around me as I frantically looked for her. Where could you be? I asked myself as I stepped over dead bodies.

Someone tackled me to the ground, sending both of us rolling on the grassy field. I snarled at kicked my attacker off of me. My attacker cried out in pain as I kicked them another time. I felt nails digging into my chest and I yelled out in pain. I could feel my shirt getting soaked with the blood that was slowly oozing out of my wounds. I hissed at my attacker and rolled us once more, so that I’d be on top.

I pinned my attacker to the ground by their neck as I finally saw who was attacking me.

There was a brief pause as I looked into my attackers eyes.

My attacker was a woman. She wasn’t a vampire. She wasn’t one of us—the Winter Coven.

She was a demon.

I did what I had to do and crushed her neck with my arm.

I sighed and stood up, closing her eyes so that she would have a least a little bit of pity from me. I looked around again.

My eyes scanned the people who were fighting, if you could call them people at all. This isolated war had only happened once before and no one of the human race knew about us.

My eyes landed on a familiar face, lying on the ground. I ran to it, pushing everyone, ally or not, out of my way. I reached the body and stopped.

I swore loudly in French as I saw that the body wasn’t Amy.

I realized then that she was gone.

I wouldn’t be able to find her.

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