Start again with some new vampires called Iriyome and Danial.

Chapter1: Westmill

   I sat in a business plane, watching clouds lazily drift by. My parents, Horatio and Emily Darthmas, had moved to America to work in a separate branch that my dad owned. More specifically a company called ‘Permanite’ which made car engines that accelerated to extreme speeds really quickly.

   My dad was responsible for the revolutionary design that lead to the creation of this engine.

   As you’ve probably guessed, my mother didn’t work for the same company as my father. She lectured with ethics and religion in a nearby university. I’m not sure whether you’ve noticed but our family is quite wealthy. But we were quite humble compared to other rich families because we disliked the excessive clutter that extensive wealth brings. That’s why we didn’t have a house with an indoor gym or pool.

   I had an American driver’s license waiting for me at the house. They seemed perfectly happy knowing I was on the road. I was naturally a careful driver because a banged up car isn’t something you should bring home to your parents. Mum and dad were so happy that I got a pass that they got me an Aston martin V12 vanquish in dark red colour. It was a nice car over all but I was more concerned with what the house looked like. I wanted the other kids had good cars; even in my old school I had practically no emotions towards others. They bored me. That might be big-headed but they didn’t.

   The captain’s voice sounded from the telecom, telling us to put on our belts on. I clicked it into place and waited for the small jerk that was the plane hitting the floor. The jerk came and people unbuckled their belts as they rose to get off the plane.

   “Danial we’re here.” Mum said, shaking me gently. I opened my eyes sharply my eyes where a very deep blue. I liked my eyes because they shone brightly as we walked down the stairs. My other two features were lily white skin and black hair. From another persons point of view I looked like I was on my way to dying.  They’d never know how much I secretly hated people. It wasn’t pretty when I was angry.

    We got the bus to Seattle then picked up our cars from the import shop. Dad wordlessly threw me the keys. I caught them and got into the Vanquish. I turned on the engine and backed out of the station. I put it into gear and roared off into the Tendrah forest.

   The town wasn’t anything spectacular. It was just a group of houses with five shops and a hospital. The Permanite administration office was in Seattle. Dad would drive there every morning while mum would drive to a town twenty miles north to the university.

   West of the town was Tendrah forest; a huge expanse of trees. Some said that horrible monsters lurked inside the forest that took the form of beautiful women. I didn’t believe in such nonsense. I was a man of science and nothing more.

   The daylight was fading fast as we arrived at our house. It wasn’t too basic; it was just a three bedroom house with a large living room and bathroom, with a cosy kitchen. The outside had a garage, with a gravel front and a huge garden in the back. Dad loved to garden. He would spend hours in a garden, preening this and feeding that. My dad was terribly over protective; he didn’t like to see me hurt. Mum on the other hand enjoyed giving me freedom, she’d let me do whatever I wanted as long as I was home for tea time.

   We walked through the front door into the kitchen’s extremely oak covered interior: oak chairs, oak cupboards and even oak knife blocks. The floor was done with stone slabs and the work top with black granite.

   Mum opened the fridge and pulled out an onion, some basil, five tomatoes and some olive oil. Knowing what she’d want next I pulled down some spaghetti.

   While mum cooked tea, I and dad went to look inside the living room.

   It was quite small. The sofas were dark green and the carpet was dark blue. It looked like someone had turned the horizon outside upside down. As was the normality; a TV set was sitting in the corner. It was one of those black ones with all the high def. stuff. I’d never really cared for TV back home because we lived in a very beautiful area. Every morning the sun would rise between the sun would rise between two hills, illuminating the river that ran on the left side of the valley. A nearby village with a friendly atmosphere lay to the east.

   I had a sudden wave of home sickness. I missed Britain greatly, here was just grey-green and blue, all flat and colourless.

    Dad and I sat on the sofas; he turned on the TV and lay down to go to sleep. Dad was funny like that; he would go to sleep at the same time every day. You could use him as a clock he was so chronologically competent.

    Once dad had gone to sleep and I had bored of TV, I walked up the stairs to find my room. It was the second door on the left. My nameplate was stuck to it. I opened the door apprehensively; I did not like this place.

   The door opened smoothly revealing a room I was not expecting.

   Inside was papered with dark blue wallpaper, a double steel framed bed sat as the centrepiece of the whole room. There was a huge glass window covering the east wall so every morning I would rise to the sunlight through my curtains each morning, there where cabinets either side of the bed.

   The floor was wooded mahogany, with a lighter varnish to balance out the rest of the room. Over all I liked it: it was flexible enough to deal with my mood at the time.

The End

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