COMPLETED. "What are you?" he asks, his deep melodious voice vibrating in my ears. I refuse to show him any weakness, any fear at all. I stare into those endless eyes. "I don't know..." my body is covered in shivers when he lights up in rage and punches the brick wall behind me, creating a perfect dented hole, as if the wall was made of plaster. "Don't test me, princess," he hisses, bending further in towards me. "You have no idea what I could do to you." he licks his lips, and I have just enough time to catch a glimpse of pointy teeth before a raging pain slices through my neck. ............... Emma Sanders is a seventeen-year-old girl, moving to a foreign town, one of those that you wouldn't find on a map, except maybe if you measured it by inches. But a secretive group of blood, fangs, and mystery has her attention, and it would destroy anything in its path to figure out what she really is. ............... Copyright 2014 - Sophia Kjeldbjerg No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted to anyone. It cannot be transmitted or copied by any means - such as by electronic devices, photocopies, recordings, mechanics or any other forms - without prior written permission from the author. Copying this story is a violation of the copyright law.

COMPLETED. A tear slides down my cheek and my assaulter stands upright again, sending me a smirk as he wipes the tear away. His canines are splattered with scarlet blood -my blood- and when I touch the place he bit me with my finger, it comes back covered in red. "I'll see you soon, Cami. You'll see, things will only be more exciting from here." He turns his back to me to walk away but suddenly stops, turning his head back to me. "Has your sister mentioned me at all?" My mouth falls open and no sound comes out so he just shakes his head with a laugh. "Ah... she likes to keep me a secret. Until the next, Camilla..." And with that, he is gone right before my eyes. It's as if the bubble pops because when I close my eyes and open them again, the halls are completely empty and I'm panting against the wall. I bring my hand to the bite on my neck. Nothing. It comes back clean. A terrified sigh escapes my lips and I slide down the wall, staring into emptiness. °°°° Copyright All Rights Reserved@2016 Sophia Kjeldbjerg

"Jude the Obscure" tells the story of Jude Fawley, a village stonemason in the southern English region of Wessex who yearns to be a scholar at "Christminster", a city modeled on Oxford.

Hope was the toughest girl anyone had ever seen. She cared about others but when someone tangled with her they lived to regret it. However, the one thing she was never prepared for was a mass attack on her and her Auntie Becks house, causing her to run. Hope wasn't used to running, and she especially wasn't ready for what was in store. Auntie Becks told her to run back home to New Orleans. Here, everything will be questioned, loyalty, her love for her family, and her scheming ways.

Hope Mikaelson is the daughter of Klaus Mikaelson, and Hayley Marshall. When she was first born, she was almost killed by 3 witches and the ancestors. However, she was saved by Marcell, Klaus, Elijah and Hayley and because her father had many enemies, they thought it would be best to send her away. So Hope was sent to live with her aunt Bekah, but what happens when she gets older? I DO NOT OWN THE ORIGINALS, OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, I JUST MADE HOPE AS SHE WAS OLDER. :)

What can I tell you about the 90s? Well, not much. I know that Kurt Cobain died in that decade. I know the Soviet Union collapsed in that decade. I know the World Wide Web came to fruition in that decade. And there was something else... Oh, yeah. I died in that decade. Sorry about the bluntness of those words. My name is Meg Stuart. I died, and there's no escape from that fact. I took my last breath at 12:29, May 10th, 1994. My watch had remained mercifully clean during the whole bloody process, and I had watched it tick down the last seconds of my life. Even if I hadn't had a great memory for numbers, there would have been no way I could forget that date. It was the thing I dwelled on constantly on the Other Side. I had been a witch when I died, and thusly had ended up in that supernatural agony for twenty years, with only my acidic thoughts for company. And that's when things really started going wrong. All credit goes to L.J Smith and the creators of the TV show.

she's his asylum, she provides him the care he needs to recover his mental health. when he's around her he feels just a little more sane inside. but is it enough? not only that, but does this aid travel both ways? currently editing to improve the cringe. i suggest not reading until it is done. [normal case]