Alright. To all the stormy fallowers out there, this story is for you type of people. I like writing and here is a story that i'm writing just for elftown. Hope you like it. Love you.


   You can't trust people who's best friends are the monsters. Worse yet, you can't trust the monsters. I'd grown up knowing that. People seemed to treat me differently knowing that i turned furry once a month. Pethetic humans. If they only knew the pain that they cause me.
   I had scars on my wrists from where i'd tried to kill myself. I thought, after i got infected with tiger lycanthropey, my friends and family would stick by my side. Boy was i wrong. They rejected me and cast me out into the street. Not much i could do. I thought i couldn't live knowing i was now one of the so called monsters. I took a silver blade and slit my wrist. Why silver? Wereanimals are alergic to it. It was the only kind of blade that would leave the wound open. I tried it in the bathroom of a lycanthrope home. They found me.
   Now here i am, ten years later, working at a bar. Daniella, my best friend and also a Vampire, owned it. Ever since Vampirism had been legalized in the states, this town had thrived off of tourism. Tourism for the Vampires of course. Everyone wants a set of fang marks on their neck to show their friends.
   "Amry!" Danni said, snapping her fingers under my nose. "Ams, have you heard a word that i've said to you?"
   I jumped. "Sorry, Danni. I was spacing. What's going on?"
   "I rented this place to myself for tonight for your party. There is a guy i would like for you to meet. I think you'll like him." She spotted a customer coming up to the bar. "What can i get ya, hunni?"
   The man said, "I need four shots. Two everclear, two firewater."
   Danni got the everclear. I got the firewater. "I don't need a party, Danni." I looked at the man. "$14 even, babe." He put the money on the spotless bar and we gave him his shots.
   "Of course you need a party, you're my best bud. And you really need to meet this guy. I think you'll like him."
   "Danni," I said, putting the money away in the cash register. "Guys don't like the monsters that are lunarly challenged. My fangs don't just leave a mark, they leave a disese."
   "He's a vampire. Don't worry about it." She pushed her short brown hair behind her ears and turned those shockingly bright blue eyes to me. "What time is it?"
I looked at the clock. "10:20 ish. Why?"
   She gave a tiny gasp. "Oh, go home, you need to get dressed for your party. Nothing fancy, just look nice, okay? I'll take care of everyone here and get them out." She shooed me out from behind the bar. I grabbed my black coat with the chains on back and left her to take care of everything.
   Danni was my friend. I trusted her to keep the bar under controll. I trusted her with my secrets. What i didn't trust her with was my love life. Last time she tried hooking me up with some one, he found out what i was and ran screaming. Let's hope this time it'll be different.

   Nothing fancy, she says. Just look nice, she says. Well hell. I thought i looked pretty spiffy at home. Black swishy skirt with a cloth belt built in, a black speggetti strap tank top, make-up carefully done on my pale, Unseelie court skin, crimson hair done in gentle waves, black boots up to my thighs. Yeah, i looked pretty spiffy. I had my throwing knifes in an inner-pants holster that was altered for the knifes. Sure, I have deadly claws in my hands, but why give someone a disese that will cure them if you're trying to kill them?
   So, I felt pretty good about how i looked, untill i walked into the damn bar. One look at everyone and i wanted to go home and riffle through my closet again. The girls looked like they were dressed for the prom with their hair up in intricate styles. The guys varied from just really nice normal clothes to tuxes. One of those days you wished you could be a guy. I felt possitively stupid. Damnit.
   One girl in a white and pale pink dress spotted me and yelled, "Happy 19th birthday, Amoura!" And everyone else joined in with Amry or Ams or Ammers. No one called me by my god-forsaken name unless they didn't know me. So, how did this very human chick know me? Or, not know me?
   Before i could ponder on it, Danni came up in a dress of black and a sharply bright blue and hugged me. "Amry! i thought you might ditch."
   I patted her back. No, I'm not verry touching feely. "I wish i had. I feel like i'm back at Junior prom before i dropped out."
   Danni pulled away and gave me a look. "What do you mean?"
   I gestured to all the girls and guys who were now milling about and chatting with smiles. "At my Junior prom, i couldn't aford one of those really nice dresses so i made my own and just spiffed myself up. When i got there, all the girls looked at me like i was a rag-doll. God, i felt like it too."
   Danni just looked at me. "Thank you for the morbid trip down memory lane."
   "You asked."
   "That i did. But you look great, Ams. Everyone else got too dressy. Now, come on," She grabbed me by the hand and started dragging me over to the bar. "He's here."
   "Who's here?"
   "Jason." And then i was in front of him, about ten feet away. He was sitting at the bar, no, that didn't cover it. He was lounging. No, what he was doing was more elegant, like he was some part of a great painting that seemed as though it would move when you looked away. He had a shot glass in one hand and a dark, almost purple, red rose in the other. He wore a black short sleved shirt with a leather jacket over it. Black pants that were like leather, but weren't at the same time and black boots the same way completed the outfit. He had a perfectly porportioned body with just a little muscle to make him look bad ass. He turned his gaze over to me and smiled. I clamed up, breath caught in my throat. He had golden blonde hair, thick with natural waves. I don't mean the normal golden blonde, i mean his hair was golden. It shimered in the lighting of the bar and went to his shoulders, framing a perfect face. His face was all soft angles, making him handsome, but pretty at the same time. His eyes were the perfect shade of blue. That blue that the night sky is. Most people mistake it for black, but really it's just the darkest of blues.
   Danni gave me a shove in his direction and i stumbled. Oh, that was so smooth, Amry. So smooth. I straightened myself out and walked over to him. He stood up and smiled at me. I felt the heat creap up into my cheeks. No, no, this was not Junior High. I would not act like i was still 14. If hell was personalized for each person, mine would be when i was 14. God, i hated that year.
   "Jason," Danni said, standing off to the side of me while i calmed the blush in my cheeks. "This is Amoura."
   "Amry," I muttered.
   "Beg pardon?" Jason said in a bit of a suductive voice. It sounded like that was his normal voice. A fresh blush came over me again.
   "The name is Amry." I looked at him, directly in those perfect eyes. "No one calls me Amoura."
   Jason grined and nodded, taking one of my hands. He raised it to his lips as he said, "You may call me Jason, Amry." He layed a gentle kiss on my knuckles. I thought my head was going to explode from the blush. Time for a little Amry bitch time.
   "You treat all the girls like this, or just me?"
   He gave me a quizzicle look.
   "I mean, i haven't blushed since i was 14ish. Is it vampire powers or am i just being treated special?"
   Danni looked like i'd slapped her. Jason's eyes widened and then he started laughing. I felt so stupid. He threw back his head and laughed and laughed and laughed and i wanted to hit him.
   "Oh," Jason laughed finaly. "You are a riot. I think i'm going to like you miss Amry." He gave me one of those guy looks that only guys understand. "I think i'm going to like you a lot."
   Oh, goody. The vampire likes me. Tonight was going to be very very interesting.

   In the last hour or two that I’d been sitting with Jason, I’d had four shots of firewater without coughing up a single penny. Jason was buying everything. It was quite nifty. I’d found out Jason was from a vineyard in France. He brought me a bottle of the wine from there. It was dated back to 1842. I was impressed. I wasn’t opening it quite yet though. There was a table of stuff for my birthday. Funny how every year I say “you don’t need to get me anything” and every year I still get a table of stuff. Stuff that I take back to where ever it came from. Okay, not all of it but some of it.
   I took a sip of water as I don’t want to close my eyes by Aerosmith came on. I looked down and fixed my skirt. “So, what type of things do you do for fun, Jason?” I asked, looking up.
   He moved a lock of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. “I do many a things for fun. Like dance.” He gave me a smile. “Speaking of which, may I have this dance?”
   I gave a choked laugh. “I don’t dance to slow songs.”
   “Why ever not?”
   “I can’t dance.”
   “Then allow me to teach you.” He stood up and offered me his hand. I stared at it and shook my head. “I’ll embarrass myself.”
   Jason smiled and touched my chin, turning my eyes up to him. “I will not let you embarrass yourself.”
   And then I grabbed his hand. I knew I’d embarrass myself, but at least I could do it with a really hot guy there. But as he started leading my onto the floor, I wondered how that little exscuse had got me out there. I felt the blush creeping up my face when Jason stood in front of me. He took my hands and put them so my wrists crossed loosely behind his neck and put his hands on my waist. I looked down.
   “Look up, Amry,” Jason cooed.
   I did.
   “Just relax. You’ll be fine. I promise.” He started to lead me in the dance and I stumbled and turned bright red. I tried to leave but Jason grabbed my waist a little tighter.
   “It’s alright,” he laughed. “It’s alright. No one saw. Just relax.”
   “Easy for you to say. You’d look good even if you fell on you ass out here,” I muttered, following his lead.
   “And you would look just as good.”
   “I would not. You’re drop dead gorgeous and I’m……well, not.”
   “Don’t underestimate yourself. Guys like girls who have self confindence.”
   “Guys also don’t like the monsters.” I looked him in those deep blue eyes and we had a second of perfect understanding. We were both what people considered the monsters. We both knew what it was like to be different.
   He smiled. “Look,” he said. “You’re dancing perfectly.”
   I looked down. Yeah, I was. Strangely enough, I was enjoying it. Funny how one Vampire tought me in five minutes what no one could teach me in ten years. The thought made me smile and lay my head on his shoulder. I was perfectly comfortable. Funny that.
   “How did you do that?” I whispered.
   “Magic.” His whisper trickled down my back like delecate fingers tracing my spine. It made me shiver a bit and sigh.
   People say that even the monsters can’t trust the monsters. We’re more animal than we are human. We don’t know justice, right and wrong. We couldn’t think like human beings. Standing here on the dance floor with Jason’s hands on my waist and my head on his shoulder, I didn’t know where people got that absurd idea.

~fang marks and silver claws2~ <-----continued