Woken

White. It is such a pretty color, a pretty thing to die looking at, He thought as he looked at the sky. He had always been associated with such dark, wicked colors. Scary colors. Such as black. He personally did not like that color; black. It reminded him of the darkness he had spent most of his life in.

He is an unusual vampire, not falling into the beliefs or customs of his kind, or that of the humans.

He is an unusual human, not falling into the beliefs or customs of his kind, or that of the vampires.

She is an unusual human, not falling into the beliefs or customs of his kind, or that of the vampires.

A young vampire finds himself stranded in a part of the New World that isnt his own. He's not supposed to be there, but he is there, and ready to stay. But will he really be able to live in this part of the New World? The human's part, where he doesn't belong? Will his kind abide by their ways and take him back to the dark place which he had just desperately escaped? Or will something, or someone kill him off beforehand?

Fear, Kindness, Passion, Bonding, Suspense, Love, Hate