Fixing Characters

I like the way I drew Evan as Emilie de Ravin....I'm gonna change the description and I'm sorry if I mess anyone up on that. Sorry :/

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"she was beautiful. she had dark wavy, perfectly styled red hair reaching to the middle of her back. she was slim, but built curvy, healthy, not anorexic like half the girls at his school. her skin was a pale white with a heart-shaped face and full lips. She was just....perfect. as Laydon watched her he had never wanted to be with someone as bad. If only she would look at him."

Yeah....that. So I'll be updating in a bit on Wicked Walk

i was almost done

...then almost without thought, "do you need a ride?"

"oh." she looked over at him. "no ive got my, er, bike."

"oh right. well bye." he got in his car and half waved. he then saw her walk down to the shiny black motorcycle. she got on and waved.

"damn" laydon said

nevertheless i continue on

she didnt look back to him, so he continued to run.

"hey" he said slowing down when he was almost caught up to her. they were almost to the parking lot.

she looked over her shoulder and smiled, but kept walking. "hey" she said back.

"uh..." he was unable to think of anything to say. "shouldnt you be in school?" oh gods, he thought, that was lame.

she stopped however and laughed as she turned around, the musical sound laydon couldve listened to all day. "shouldnt you?" she put her hands on her hips.

"probably." laydon shuffeld his feet anxiously. "but all these times ive ditched ive never seen you here before."

"maybe you have, but dont remember," she joked, at least laydon thought she was joking.

"im pretty sure i wouldve remembered you," laydon mumbled. "maybe it was when i wasnt here."

"possibly," she said seriously. "i know i wouldve remembered you."

"right." laydon laughed. "and why is that?"

"that i wouldve remembered you or that youve never seen me here before?"

"the latter i think."

"my bro and i just moved here. hes taking care of financial stuff and probably hooking up with whatever trash he can find."

"what about your parents"

"they died a long time ago."

"im so sorry. mine are gone too..."

"then why do you apologize, if you know how it feels?"

"habit," he answered. "i dont want people to know that much."

"then why tell me?"

he didnt know the answer to that one. "i dont know." he said.

"well its been nice talking to you, uh?" she looked at him pointedly.

"its laydon," he said putting out his hand, she took it.

"laydon," she smile but let go quickly. "but i gotta go, my brothers probably going nuts."

"oh yeah," he shrugged. "me too. school and all."

she laughed again. "ill, uh, see you around."

"i guess" then almost without

continued (thats all my phone would let me put)

instead of going to school, at least for a little bit, he went to the park. his park. to get the dream out of his mind. he got there and grabbed his bag. he locked his dark blue slug bug and walked up the path into the park. there werent many people around, but he preffered it that way. the way where he could have the whole park to himself. he made his way up to his rock, the rock from his childhood, the one that his fa-- but wait. he didnt want to think about that.

he leaned up against his rock, pulled out his sketchbook and pencil, picked a point and began drawing. the withered trunk of the tree, the legs of the person behind it, and the slowly colour fading away from the leaves. this was his passion. the one thing he had and loved for his own. he drew for an hour before figuring he should go to school.

he stood up, checking his drawing with the point. at yhat percise moment the persom behind the tree got up too. and as laydon watched he was stunned.

she was beautiful. she had dark red hair reaching to the middle of her back. she was slim, though not anarexic like half the girls in his school. her skin was a pale white with a face that was slightly long but not too long just....perfect. as laydon watched her he had never wanted to be with someone as bad. if only she would look at him.

and as he thought her and watched her she looked over at him. he didnt drop her gaze as she looked him over. then her eyes met his. there was a split second when her face showed pure shock. but it left when she smiled sweetly. that was when laydons breath held still. he was frozen, unable to move, uunable to think. only to think how much he wanted to be with her.

but she then looked away and her spell on laydon was lifted. she started to walk away so laydon grabbed his bag and ran ahead to catch up to her.

12 Years Later

Laydon was running through the dark forest, only the full moon to light his path. His past was chasing after him,literally. His mother's voice ringing in his ears that he kept from the old records he had from her singing years. His father was the one yelling at him to run. His footsteps were closing in on him, making sure he ran. And his deceased for three years grandfather as well. His cooking aroma, that usually made Laydon come was pushing him away.

"It's not real, It's not real," Laydon kept telling himself as he ran deeper and deeper into the forest. But deeper in Laydon's mind he wondered what would happen if he stopped and turned around, to meet the familiarity of his lost family. Would he wake up? Would he get to talk to them? Would he die and therefore wake up? He didn't know all he knew was to just keep running.

And then he smelt something new. He tasted something new on the tip of his tongue. And then he heard his name being called ahead of him. "Laydon! Percival Laydon!" he recognized the withered but strong voice of his grandmother...It was coming from in front of him not behind. He had to get to her, to warn her. He had to lead her to safety. He had to get to her and the mystic smell of pancakes.

Pancakes? He stopped running. And woke up. He hadn't had that dream since before he was six.

He rolled out of bed and stood up. He went into hiss bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He was a mess. His blonde-white, bleached looking although it wasn't, hair stuck up in all directions, which, he supposed, was the only thing really a mess. His toned chestnut body, that contrasted greatly with his hair was normal. There. He turned on the shower and stripped out of his boxers.

When he got out he raked a comb through his hair and wrapped the towel around himself as he ran into his room. He pulled out a clean but wrinkled shirt and a pair of probably dirty jeans, but put them on anyways. He grabbed his book bag and went down stairs.

"Morning, Grams," he said kissing her cheek and grabbing a plate out of the cupboard.

"You're late," she replied. "I've been calling you, and calling you. You're going to miss first period altogether." Never the less she piled pancakes onto his plate.

"You'll write a note." Laydon drowned his pancakes with butter and syrup.

"I will not," she said hitting him on the head with the spatula.

"I'll forge one then," Laydon smiled at her.

She just shook her head and sat down across from him with a plate of her own.

"I had the dream last night," Laydon spoke casually, as if it wasn't a big deal though it was.

"Which one?" Grams asked, setting her fork down. She knew which one however. "The one you had when you were little."

"Yeah," Laydon said quietly. "Momma and dad were chasing me...Pops was there this time too."

"Are you okay?" She asked, truly concerned.

"Yeah," he answered. "I just don't know why it happened. I mean after all these fucking years."

"Language, Percival," Grams said looking at him over her glasses. "We all don't know what it means. But I don't think we should worry about it. Hurry up and get to school. Here's your note." She picked up a napkin and wrote:

'Please excuse Percival Laydon from his tardiness. He had a bad dream and was still in terror this morning.
Sincerely, Mary A. Docker.'

He took it and read it, laughing. "Thanks Grams. I have work today so I'll be home late." He got up, put his plate in the sink, grabbed his bag and went to the door. "Bye," he said before leaving. He got into his car and pulled out of the driveway, glad that his grandmother didn't actually date or actually time the note

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[im on my phone so this will have MANY typos and barely any capital letters]

24 years later (1999):

laydon woke up screaming

"laydon, sweeties, its okay," said his grandmother on his mothers side. the grandmother he lived with. she rubbed his back. "its all gone. the monsters arent here anymore."

he still sobbed. it was 7 months after 'the accident' as his grandparents called it. he was only 5. his father and mother were both dead.

"we're still here" his grandfather said gruffly. "its alright. no one, nothing is going to get you."

the nightmares were the same. his father yelling at him to run, his mothers voice singing to him softly. he was always alone though; always running for his life.

soon though he fell back asleep. his grandparents left him.

"do you think he'll be like his dad?" his grandfather asked.

"of course he will," his grandmother replied. "their blood breeds true. but i think he'll be extraordinary."

"he is after all our daughter son." his grandfather smiled. "i just dont want it to take him over like it did his father."

"it wont," his grandmother prayed. "it wont."

Maybe if I start writing I'll get into it...and keep at it...

Prologue:
[but first i need my tv on and a sweatshirt and a dif tshirt]
[...]
[i put on Life of Brian which Ive never seen before so I'm bound to get distracted sadly but i didn't haave anything else i wanted to put on besides this sweatshirt]
[now i want food]
[...]
[I got java chip ice-cream which i'll propably only eat a little bit and then go ge something elsee but wha ev]
[okay!]

Creatures of the Day:
Three Honoured sat at the head of the fire. The Blessed surrounded them with their children. The children ran around, playing tag, yelling at each other and whatnot. Then one of the Honoured cleared his throat. The Blessed yelled for their children and they came and quieted down. One child sat alone. He was 12, and had no parents. They had given their lives for the Pack. Then the Honoured spoke.

"It has been a year since the Damned attacked and stole the lives of half our pack. We were driven out of our home and now we have to mingle with the Sinners in this strange land. But there is a way to live as we once did. A way to save our kind and our natural place in ALL. The Mother has had a vision. That there will be a boy. His true nature and place in ALL will be unknown to him until it is right. He will be of us, but not without another peice. A Damned will call for him. And his blood will sing for a Damned. As it sings for us. He will be of both worlds."

As he finished those Blessed sitting around him broke into rage. "We need to kill him!" "He's a threat to us all!" "If the Damned found out!" "Kill the half-breed!" Through this the main Honoured stood up.

"Enough!" he said in a stern voice. "This boy will not be killed. He is key to our survival. The Honoured has made the decision. We will use this boy to make a treaty of peace with the Damned. We will no longer be hunted. This is key--what was that?"

The had all heard it, a sound like a bird, like a bat. Their was fear crawling out of the children's eyes for the creatures that were in store for them.

"Ferrah!" Their was harsh deep voice that peirced the calm sky.

The Honoured that spoke stood up. "Who's there?" He called.

Then ever so swiftly, that the blessed barely noticed them, 13 pale white creatures took hold of the woman of the pack. Simultaneously they seized their hair and put a knife to their throat. Each whispering the same thing in the native tounge "Nu tipa, nu se teama, respira doar. Pentru moment."

Close behind them stalked out three more. A pale white young man stepped into the fire and moon light. He had jet black hair and wore a black suit. He had bright blue eyes. The other to were alike. The young man was like the first, with black hair and pale skin, but with a more relaxed look, and bright green eyes. His hair was also a bit longer. The other one was a young lady. She too had pale skin and green eyes, except with red hair, and ruby red lips. She also wore formal attire. A dark green gown that had a full skirt and clashed horribly with her hair, but complimented her eyes too well to look bad. All three were as beautiful as those who now held the Blessed women.

"Good evening, Ferrah," the leader said, in the same voice that had spoken first. "It is lovely to see you," his accent was thick in Russian.

"Hello," Ferrah shook his head. "I should've known it was you, Vladimir. Why do you come to me again? You already killed half of us."

"Well," the leader called Vladimir said pulling out a knife and shining it on his jacket. "You see, that was just for fun. This is for business."

"What kind of business," Ferrah said staring at him, "would possibly excuse you to take my women hostage?"

"The business that you speak of tonight," Vladimir said smiling, looking at his reflection in the knife. "Us Damned," he said to Ferrah's raised eyebrow. "at least that's what you call us, are not quite comfortable with you using this, er, Sunet Sange to create a treaty with--"

"How did you know about this," Ferrah said standing up quickly, "as you say, Sunet Sange?"

"That is my own," Vladimir said acknowledging his two followers. "As I was saying, we like being able to walk freely and feast freely. So i think the best way to stop it from happening would be to....dispose of the women. Do you agree?"

"I don't understand," Ferrah eyed him curiously. "How would killing our women stop everyone from reproducing?"

Vladimir smiled cruely and laughed even more cruely. "Horror. Sadness. The fact that they have see all of their women murdered before their very eyes and that will stay in their memories and hearts forever. THAT is why,"

"I see." Ferrah was thinkig hard. "But still....have you thought if they were to anyways? Then what happens."

The young man following Vladimir laughed. "Yes," he spoke for the first time in an Irish heavy accent. "The prophecy said he would be born of your world. Clearly full blooded. It wouldn't matter."

Ferrah smiled slightly. "I see" he said for the second time, at a loss for words. "I see."

"You are at a loss either way, Ferrah." Vladimir waved his hand and the thirteen women crumpled to the ground.

"NO!" Ferrah cried seeing his own wife fall. He jumped into the air at Vladimir and started to shift. "You will not get away for this," he growled as the other Honoured started to shift.

But before they could fully shift Vladimir and the two others through silver blades right into the Honoured's hearts.

"Of course I will," Vladimir said smiling, wiping the blood of his knife as he looked Ferrah in the cold lifeless eyes. "I'm the Dracula."

[END!]
[-S.]
["I propose we go without further ado, do I have a second my dear?"]
[-Life of Brian]