Dimitri Vladimir: Vampire Slayer My name is Dimitri Vladimir, and I am a vampire. I also slay them. I know that sounds pretty bad, but when your family is slewn right before your eyes by a man you think you trust, that messes with your head. Trust me. You don't want to eff with me. All this started with a simple book, a card, and a wish. A wish that ruined my #life forever.... "Dimitri, please wake up. You have received a package. The deliveryman will not let me sign for you." I reach for my alarm clock and read the time: noon. "Shoot, I slept in! I was supposed to meet Xander at work two hours ago! Crap!" I fling away my bedspread and rush to get dressed. Why the hell didn't I hear the alarm? I set it loud. Even tested it three times! God, why must my sleep be heavy! " Thanks, Rees! I'll be down in a minute!" I run to the bathroom next door and then shove a toothbrush into a dispenser and furiously brush my teeth. I spit and gargle mouthwash and then spit that as well. I grab my phone when I reach my room, along with a tan pleather missionary bag. I sling it on my shoulder and then grab my mp3. Running at top speed I almost biff it down the staircase, and catch myself on the banisters. I heave myself up and scrawl what I hoped was a signature and stuff the package unceremoniously into my bag. I sure as hell hope It wasn't fragile. I snatch a ring of keys from a hook outside, and scramble for my car key. Shoving it into the lock, I unlock my car. It's an old mini cooper from ages beyond what I care, but I love it. Parking swiftly, I wrench the door open and say loudly, "sorry I'm late! I Overslept. is there work today?" a wise, sage like old male of about sixty walked up and hugged me. His name is Vann Valentine, and he is my grandfather. " no, but you have a gift: a book of Secrets was dropped off today, and It has your name in it." I gawk at vann, my eyes wide. Book of Secrets? Why would I get that? I hate fantasy. Vann comes back with a tattered black leather journal, and he winks. I don't really know why, but I open the book. And then I gasp: my decease father sent this to me. The postmark was two days ago. "Dads alive! Why didn't you tell me?" grandpa smiled widely, fangs protruding from his teeth. He's a vampire, and ready to kill . He lunges and I run, opening and slamming the door as I ran for my #life.

Chapter Six: Hotel Hijinks We land in Burma, my face still red. I've been crying all night, unable to fall asleep on the plane. My eyes are puffy and swollen, and my head hurts. God I miss Finn. He betrayed me, and I feel hurt. "Violet, come on. Theres someone waiting at the hotel. Dad had traveled with me in Finns place, and I can say I welcome it. We used to travel a lot, what with dads magic. But this is the farthest I've been from home. It spooks me. I grab my suitcase, and walk to the taxi parked nearby. Taking one last forlorn glance at the empty parkway, I sigh and climb into the taxi, settling in close to dad. He puts his arm around me and I cry the whole way there... Finn sat in the terminal, his suitcase in tow. He instantly regretted leaving violet, especially when she must hate Him. Hell I'd hate me too if that happened to me. God I'm stupid. Thought Finn, mentally berating himself. He stood as boarding number was called, and dragged his feet sadly to the ticket counter. She punched his card and she looked at the destination. Her eyes widened in what Finn thought was momentary horror. "whoa, you're going to Burma? I can't believe you're brave enough, what with the drug war going on." Finns heart skipped two beats:" drug war? How bad is it?" the ticket checker snapped her head up, and was shocked that he heard that last remark. "Oh, don't mind me. I was just teasing. Have a great flight!" she quipped, Finn stayed an said: Oh yeah, I'm so not worried for my girlfriends #life at all in a strange now hostile country. I hate being underestimated. I'm seventeen, not five. Why the heck don't you treat me like it? God people can be so ornery sometimes. You're exhibit A." the line of people sniggered and the ladys face turned red. "Aww don't like being bitched at? Well I dont like being treated like a retard. Now you know how I feel. Bye bye!" Finn rushed away and down the ramp to the laughter and cheers from the line of passengers. The lady said something along the lines "...you little shit." her boss overheard, and beckoned her over, ending her career... "Violet, we're here." I groggily lift up my head, briefly blinded by the piercing rays of the unforgiving noonday sun. A beige, rocky building with a veranda out front towers in front of me, and my eyes bulge. This was the epitome of swanky. As I walk up, a sudden feeling of foreboding washes over me like a waterfall, and I hesitate. I didn't feel comfortable entering. It turns out I was right: as soon as we enter, policemen and women are armed and ready to defend themselves If needed to.pff. This is too easy, I think, and apply a mental glamour. Instantly I get fake memories of a #life I never lived. I was an athlete whose father had won a vacation. Not some supposedly deadly girl with evil powers. But i also happen to be a black belt. I love my #life. " what's wrong? Did we do something wrong?" I say in a ditzy voice, wringing a strand of my hair like a bimbo idiot. Ive really got to get more memories. A lot darker, more scary memories preferably. Dad looks knowingly at me. He applies a goofy, dopey dad smile and says stupidly, " is my daughter bothering you guys? She gets so lost sometimes. I apologize. Here, you got something on your shirt." dad pretends to flicks something, but Really pauses time. He assumes his deadly self again and flips a policeman into a nearby unoccupied coffee table. One down, three to go. My turn now. I flick my fingers and a shrub catches fire near a policewoman. She stares, her face filled with extreme terror. I say venomously, my voice rich with danger, " you do not belong here! Leave, and don't turn back. Unless you want to get Hurt." I smile sadistically, and she flees. One more to go. I hate using fear tactics, though. Time to bust some nuts, so to speak. I run over to the couch and leap off it, my leg extended and my knee bent slightly, and I dive kick the remaining cop in his Groin. He yells sharply, and falls to the floor. I'm Done, thankfully. I hate violence. Dad knocks out the last guard on his side, and we drag them outside. We open a dumpster and Dump them in. We share a smile and time restarts. I run inside and bump into a young guy. " oh my gosh I'm so-!" I stop and fling my hands to the guys neck, my eyes filled both with relief and uncontrollable blood lust. Finn was back. "Finn I'm going to kill you!"

A Thanks Is Born A thanks is born, amongst the hate, amongst the scorn. A thanks is born for all my writing's storm. The scratch of pencil on paper, the tap of a finger on a keyboard, you all keep me motivated, and never bored. A thanks is needed, for the adoration I've received, and this is in complete sincerity! So I thank you all, for loving and following me!

Chapter Five: Lover Departed With our suitcases by the door, I walk over to Finns bedroom, and knock twice. The door opens, and I kiss him. And boy do I kiss him. I simply love him. We break apart, and I say pleasantly, "Ready for Burma? It'll be a long trip, so please make sure you have everything." Finn pulls me into him, and he states into my eyes adoringly. He parts his lips, and presses them to mine. We linger, both of us in our own little world. We separate finally, our lips smooching. Such bliss, and I certainly don't deserve him. But yet, here I am, with the man of my dreams. How can he love me, even though I can do Magic? I am so blessed to have him, and to keep him. "I have everything right here in front of me. You are my everything, Violet. I don't need anymore." Have I told you I freaking love this guy? I ask inside my head, and I kiss him, pouring my emotions into it. "Just a second, honey." I rush to the bathroom, and Lock the door. God I hate my bladder. Ten seconds! That's all I need! Really. After I finish up, I grab clothes from the hamper inside, and turn the shower on. Before I undress, I unlock the door and call out, "Hey Finn? I'm just going to take a shower, I'll be just a few minutes!" Finn nods his assent, and makes his way to the kitchen. I shut the door and lock, then undress. I step inside the shower, feeling the burning water relax my body. "Ah, that feels good." I sigh, smiling at memories of Finn and I. I still wonder why he loves me, and agreed to go with me to the burmese jungle. It's dangerous. I don't want him Getting hurt. Or worse... Stopping the thought cold, I lather and wash myself, cleansing the dirt from this week. You wouldn't think so, but dust accumulates very quickly in an antique shop. After I finish, I step out and shut off the water. The coldness washes over like seawater, and I shiver. I dress myself, and run a brush through my hair. "Violet, your dads here! Hurry up, sweet." I unlock the door, and rush to the front. The door opens, and dad looks at me. He looks worse than ever: his skin is pale and wrinkly, and his eyes are grey. They used to be violet. "Hi dad. Is it that bad?" he nods, and hugs me tight. I miss these hugs. We break apart, and Finn clears his throat. "Finn, how are you?" Finn hold his hand out, and then dad shakes it, gripping it tightly. I clear my throat, and then he releases Finn. Gosh I don't get why men always have to one up the other. Cant they just get over competition? " Well, we better get going, the plane leaves in a bit. Violet, can you help me with these suitcases? They're a little heavy. Thanks honey." I grab the suitcases and walk to the car. Finn follows behind, and then climbs in next to me and I cuddle into his arms. We pull out, and I remember something. "Hey we need to make a stop is that okay? To fix our passports?" Finns eyes grow slightly, and he says nervously, " I guess so, is this an illegal fix? Cuz I can't be doing anything that could get me arrested. Mom would kill me." dad whirled around and said venomously, his eyes the size of slits, "You little punk! You thought we'd just mosey on down to Walmart and buy the staff? Well no, buddy it ain't that easy! So make a choice friend, and make sure its the right one!" Finn glowered at dad, and said to me, "I can't do this, sorry Violet." Finn unclenches the seatbelt and leaps out, and then grabs his suitcase. Dad snorts derisively, and then starts the car. We speed way out of the street, and onto the highway. I am crying the whole way to the airport. I hate my #life.

Chapter Four: Finn Three days after I accepted dads request, I am back at work. My friend finn is too. He is my best friend, and we've known each other since second grade. "Morning, Violet. The typewriter came in today. Looks way old." Finn gestures to a pedestal where a silver and black typewriter stands, majestic and beautiful. Awestruck, I run my hands over the silver keys, tracing each one. I was marveled at how good it looks. "Damn, this has to be expensive. Too bad I can't use it." I step away with a slight frown. I'm a writer, and I hate using a computer. I wrote #poems, and I have gained some fans. "Violet? Your cats here. Why is he, and why is he staring at me?" I stop dead in my steps. Orion wouldn't DARE show up in a Normal setting. I hope to hell he doesn't talk. I walk over to the storefront and find Orion, paws under, purring on a table with trinkets. I am so going to kill him tonight. "Orion, shoo! Go home!" I pick him up by his belly and whisper fiercely, my voice growling, "You are SO dead! What the hell are you doing here!" he hisses and scratches my left cheek. He leaps onto the counter, and says loudly and very slowly, "My name is Orion of the Saints. I am a class nine Chymaera. My Current form is my main disguise." I am furious by this point. You see, from second grade until now, Finn never knew I was magical. I look at Finn, and his eyes are the size of planets right now. "Violet? Why did your cat just talk? Is he really what he says he is?" "Yes. He is really a Chymaera. I am a Wiccan. I can do magic, perform feats no one else can, and... I understand if you hate me. I've been one my whole #life." I stand by the door, ready to leave if I have to. Finn looks up, his eyes searching within my very soul. He walks up to me, his lips parts slightly, and he pulls me to him, so closely I can count the freckles on his face. I take one look, and press my lips to his. We hold like this for what seems a heavenly eternity. I am elated. There's nothing that would make this day better. Except one thing. We break apart, and I say quickly, "come to Burma with me. I need you. My dad needs us. I Love you." I rest my head on his chest, and he kisses my hair. He whispers Into my ear, "I'll go anywhere, love. I love you, Violet. I always have." I smile, and say, "Good, we're leaving tomorrow. Early, so you can stay over." the shop door opens suddenly, and I resume my work instantly.