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    dots Submission Name: Isisdots

    Author: DiniBini
    ASL Info:    421/Sexual Pan/ Dreamland
    Elite Ratio:    1.43 - 1/5/5
    Words: 964
    Class/Type: Story/Misc
    Total Views: 1109
    Average Vote:    5.0000
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       This is got to be my most favorite post I created.

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    There is a night creature creeping outside my door. Momma screamed and Papa groaned. They are having fun. Momma said sex was bad and painful, but Momma lied. She sounds like she is having fun with Papa and their friend. Uh-oh, it seems like it is my turn. All is quite, but him , Momma and Papa's friend. He seemed to be surprised to find me in the room, but not I. Shame seemed to wash over his face. He was so interesting, his charms had lured me in to him. I slowly took one step forward, and another, and another. He didn't notice me coming closer to him, his head bow down, wallowing in his shamefulness. What was there to be ashamed of? He only made Papa and Mama happy. My eyes widened when I saw something dripped on the hardwood floor. The hallway light softly illuminated my room, making me able to see it was a dark crimson liquid that dropped. I didn't know why, probably curiosity, but I bent down, my small chubby fingers touched the liquid. I brought it to my mouth, stopping because there was a change in the air. I felt.....horror...and danger. Looking up to him, his eye seems to match the fluid that was on my fingers. They filled with protest and horror. Was the liquid poisonous, but it was dripping from his lips, so it must not have been. What was the problem? I shrugged, bring out my small pink tongue to like the thick red water. I gasped when I felt long cold fingers wrapped themselves around my tiny wrist. He bent down, bringing my small fingers towards his lips. His red tongue trailed along my fingers, tracing them and lapping up the fluid that painted my thumb, fore-finger, and pinkie. The sensation of his action sent shivers down my spine. To make me feel this way, he was definitely not human, more like a god. When he was finished, his brows furrowed. He frowned and kissed my tiny fingers, and whispered something that sounded like a 'no'. He left in a blink of an eye. Looking back, I laughed at how stupid I was to think that he was a saint. He was anything but a holy deity. Though the memory of him was etched into my mind forever. The memory was substantial enough to screw up my whole life.


    They exist. They really do. I met one before, when I was seven.

    Nobody seemed to believe Isis words. Her ears would always perk up when people would talk about vampires and lately in the city people have been talking about the night creatures. It was due to that horrid movie called Twilight. The movies has corrupted the classic view of vampires. Vampires were not lovey-dovey, nor do they sparkle in the sun. Twilight only romanticize vampires even more. They were night roamers that fucked little girls parents as job, well, the one Isis met. When Isis brings it up with her parents, they always seem to deny her memory. She remembered is so vividly, how can they deny her like if she was crazy. She was not. She know it and has a feeling that every Saturday night when her parents goes to 'gamble', they actually went to go "meet" him. Ever since that day, 'Momma' and 'Papa' have been going out on Saturdays, which is today.

    Leaving Isis to her own disposal, she dawdled around the house with nothing to do. She had barely any friends because of the social suicide she committed on a daily basis. Talk about vampires were what kept Isis at the bottom of the social ladder. Isis didn't care, she just needed to find someone who would believe her truthful words, instead of convincing people.

    'Crawling Towards the Sun' filled up the silent room. Isis darted across the living room, diving into the couch. She wonder what Kenny texted to her this time. Kenny thinks that Isis was a girl name Brittany and they have been changing text messages for a couple of weeks now. Isis could have easily told him he go the the wrong number, but she was lonely and needed at least one friend. Though there were some complications. Kenny goes to her school, so does Brittany. So you get the picture, Isis doesn't know how long this temporary friendship was going to last.

    From: Kenny
    'Hey! Hot new club downtown! Let's dance all night!"

    'A club?' , Isis's eyes trailed to the analog clock above the television. 8:45 pm.

    Oh what the hell! She doesn't have anything better do and her parents won't be back until tomorrow. Isis chuckled a bit, before heading to her room. Excitement boiled in her. She felt like she was out to go play cops and robbers. She being the robber and Kenny being the cop. Of course, he would never find her, she was not of importance to him and would glance over her when looking for Brittany. The game she was playing boiled her blood, so did the thought of dancing. She has been to a club once. It was phenomenal. She danced so freely, it made her feel normal.

    Coming back out of her room in a long dark blue tunic dress and black tights. She wore black flats, knowing her feet would hurt like hell if she were in heels. Her make up was light and simple, having a little bit of concealer on and a little bit of eyeliner. Isis turned off all the lights in the house, grabbed the keys to her mercedes and left the cold shelter.

    A smile was placed on Isis's lips. She would be vampire-free tonight.

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    ||| Comments |||
      I liked where this could have gone. I'm assuming Isis might bump into vamps at the club. And, I also saw this as a way to diss Twilight. I'm a total Twihard; I loved the books. But please don't hate on Twilight. It was time Vampires got sexy.
    | Posted on 2010-04-13 00:00:00 | by LaylaViolet | [ Reply to This ]
      Yes, it was a bit on the strange side.
    I didn't want to follow the normal story-line.
    I always tend to put a twist on my characters.
    Thank you for reading it!
    | Posted on 2010-02-24 00:00:00 | by DiniBini | [ Reply to This ]
      i read the title and was instantly, pulled in to reading this. my daughter's name is, isis except i spell it very differently i spell her name: Icess. which most people think is weird... anyway... i liked this although a bit on the strange side. it was, exciting.
    | Posted on 2010-02-24 00:00:00 | by lostampconfused | [ Reply to This ]

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