Vampters: Call of Fate

                                                                   Prologue

                My name is Madeline Myers.  My parents and peers call me M&M after the chocolate candy.  I had a normal teenage life.  I went to high school like everyone else.  Wore makeup like everyone else.  I was constantly fighting with my parents like everyone else.  I got suicidal like everyone else.  I was pretty much like everyone else.

          My life started out good.  I was born to a Hispanic Mother and a Caucasian Father.  So I had the best of both worlds as far as looks.  Where my mom had that wide crooked nose of an Indian  I had a small round nose from my father.  I also had my mother's olive skin and dark brunette hair.  From my daddy's side came a splash of freckles and light brown eyes that glowed in the sun.

          As time went on I made good grades in school and stayed to myself.  I was socially awkward and quiet as a church mouse.  By high school I had only a single friend.  Her name was Emily.  We did everything together.  She was the only person that could see me for who I really was.  It was like she could see through my flesh into my soul.  She knew me better than I knew myself and I loved her for it.

          One thing I never told anyone, not even Emily, was of a gift I had since I could remember.  I could see the future.  It was like an extremely fast paced movie that made me spaz out.  Everyone thought that I had  because of how my body convulsed and my mouth foamed.  Well that’s what they said happened.  I wouldn’t know.  I was deep in another world, so vivid it made me sick.

          Everyday, after school, I locked myself up in my room and cry my soul out.  I didn't know why I felt so bad.  I had everything-food on the table, loving parents, a best friend.  But something was missing.  A piece of my heart was gone, and it left a huge hollow spot in my chest.  I contemplated suicide and almost succeeded once.

           I was sitting in my personal bathtub with a knife to my wrist, my hand trembling, sweat streaming down my face.  I was just thinking, about everything in my life.  Everything that happened.  Scars that were there with no reason, and uninflected pain in my soul.  With a deep breath and in a single moment of courage and resolution, I ran the blade across my flesh and watched as the blood drained from my body.  Strangely I felt happy that all the pain would be over soon.

          My vision blurred and my clothing became wet and sticky in moments.  I could faintly hear a banging sound and then a terrified scream.  I recall feeling hopeless.  I was found out.  They would stop me from dying.  There was pressure on my wrist, it hurt so bad.  I would only have to endure it for a little while longer.  The world was losing its color, and becoming blacker and blacker.  They were too late.  I was already dead.  Finally the world faded and I lost what little grasp I had on myself and floated beyond.

          Beyond was nothing like I expected it to be.  In fact I think I hung in limbo for a few minutes then was revived just in time.  Now I was sitting in a white padded cell.  I wasn’t dangerous, but after talking to me and hearing my story, they concluded that I was mentally and emotionally disturbed.  It wasn’t that.  I wished that I could make them understand my life.  But how could I do that when I could understand myself.

           The "hospital", as they called it, was the strangest place I had ever seen.  There was despair and hopelessness.  There was also pale people that walked freely.  No one seemed to notice them.  I didn’t notice that no one noticed until later. 

          When I told my psychiatrist about these people.  He said that no such people existed and that there was something wrong with my brain.  He told me that I would not be able to leave the hospital.  With that he prescribed me yet another medication, and no matter how much I begged, they put me back into the padded cell to be alone.  What they didn't know was that I wasn't alone.  Emily had somehow gotten into the cell while I was gone and was waiting for me. 

          She allowed me to lay my head on her lap and we talked for hours while she stroked my hair.  She was not upset that I had tried to kill myself.  She told me she had done the same thing, and it had changed her life.  She also said that she thought that I was changing too.  When I asked her how I was changing she ignored my question and  told me to go along with what the doctors said-to act like they expected me to act.  She then told me to go to sleep.  I was happy to.  After all. The day had been exhausting already.

          When I awoke I was disappointed to find myself alone.  Emily must have left overnight, although I could not see how she could have done that.  Maybe she was friends with the warden of the hospital and had been allowed to visit me.  Either way I would follow her advice.  It was about a week when the psychiatrist finally allowed me to go home.  Nothing was the same.  My parents seemed happy enough to see me home again and they went out of their way to accommodate my ever want and need.  I was allowed to go back to school.  Emily was there and she was happy to see me. 

          We never talked about how she had gotten into the hospital to visit me.  In fact we rarely talked at all.  We just held hands and walked down the school hallway.

          I had already been through a lot.  And if dying and being tortured in an American mental institution hadn't been enough, my visions were becoming stronger.  I was seeing the end of the world.  THE END.  The end as in there is nothing left.  No plants no trees, no animals, nothing.  There is nothing in the world that could have prepared me for what I was about to go through.  This is the story of how I escaped Draynor Manor and saved the world.

This is to wet your appitite for this story.  Im just writing it for fun. If you have any comments plz keep it pg.  Id love for new ideas.  Currently working on the cover too.  Enjoy  :)