Black Stars and my Obsession with Fire

It was one of those nights the kind as you lay in your bed you wish you could simply jump out of your bedroom window and soar among the tinkering stars. Just to be away, far away from this rotten hole of an existence, to have more to life, to be the keeper of the stars.

Samera, lying lonely in her bed often would ponder about these random things. Life, love and the over asked question, why. Why now, why this life? Couldn't she have been one of those lovely beautiful people she always saw on magazines? Then she would have nothing to worry about, except how she would explain to her Hollywood boyfriend that she was seen at a night club dancing topless with three other Hollywood stars.

Sigh....

Samera is beautiful in her own way, with her short straight platinum blond hair with lava-red streaks and unusual hazel eyes that would change in the sun. For an age of twenty-three she was very tiny, it mostly gave off the essence of her age being very young, many people always told her she looked sixteen. Alas... This never stopped her getting highly pissed off when last week she walked into Underground Attitude and found out she could only wear a size 9 in jeans.

Maybe I should cut back on the fries and hot fudge, She thought. Working at Jerry’s Restaurant was doing nothing for her weight, only making it go up.

She had a very plain face, or so she thought, other people always thought she was very beautiful.
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It has been cold out lately and it's only August.

This had stopped her from the usual walks around her little city she currently just moved too not even a month ago. Now her day consists of sitting in her slightly big apartment, lying on her mattress in the living room floor watching reruns of That 70's Show. It was quite miserable, at least she had her friends, and very few at that. She barely saw them these days, work and school had consumed what she had left of her life. Usually, Kayla, 'Flea' and many others would drive around town, check out the skaters at the "stage', more or less run amuck and have some great adventures. Exploring a local haunted mental intuste in famously know as 'Frozen' was always fun, getting scared shitless and taking pictures. The nights never could last long enough and before she knew it she was alone again.

It would be nice if Polly wasn’t always with her boyfriend, she always lightens up my day.

Speaking of friends, Polly was her so-called, Best Friend. In other words she was the only friend who always stuck by her side, never stabbed her in the back, that sort of thing. One thing she always found fond about her was she had a gay uncle, I mean extremely gay. He was very well dressed, had a nice car and had a liking to Christina Aluigua and Cher, their music only of course. He also took to getting drunk on peach vodka and dancing to It's Raining Men in Polly's living room. If you ever get the chance to see a drunken gay man dance, please do so, it's very entertaining.

Polly was also bisexual, at first when Samera found out about this she wasn’t very shocked at all, in fact the bi-curious thought had always lingered in her brain somewhere, all though she never kissed another female she always wondered.

She also hated where she lived, a hick town where rednecks ruled the town but where punk ruled the streets, it was the same wherever she went, two or three kids running around some trashy house barefoot as their mom worked at Wal-Mart for five dollars an hour. She vowed it would never be like that for her kids. Not that there is anything wrong with running aimlessly barefoot though the streets, she even enjoyed that occasionally.

Thick with boredom, Samera fell fast asleep on her mattress holding her stuffed black puppy named Pad foot tightly.
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11:30 am.

"Ah... Damn it," was Samera's first thoughts walking up, "It's so FREAKING cold in here!"

Hopping off of her bed and running fast as her little frozen feet could take her to the end of the hallway to turn up the heat somehow the heat was turned off. Turning directly beside her she grabbed her Inuyasha blanket out of her clubby hole and perused back to her living room. As she passed a gold picture frame, a feeling of sadness over come her. She sighed, looking at the picture then turned away form it and flopped down on her mattress.

"Um... What work do I have today," she asked herself as she pulled up her grey messenger bag unto her lap.

Unzipping a pouch on the back she pulled out an agenda and read inside of it.

"Ugh... Algebra, what fun," Then she flipped a page. "Interesting I got Biology, I'll do it first."

As soon she saw the word blood and remembered, she dreamt, dreamt of glorious things. Her and Siera, together once again in a beautiful garden, where it was night where the moon and the stars shone... so brightly they could easily fool you into thinking it was day. She had blood on her fingertips, whereas Siera had it smeared across her lips. She remembered she raised her hand and curses Siera's cheek, as she slowly closed her eyes, and opened her mouth in pleasure.

There she saw two pointed teeth, but this didn't frighten her.

"This realm of night will be entirely ours," Siera whispered. As she ran her fingers across her stained red lips, she kissed each one.

Wait one second. Samera thought and shoke her head. Why would I dream something like that? I've got to stop reading those hot vampire books.

With the dream pushed to the back of her mind, she continued with her assignments. For days the dream haunted her she couldn't study, she couldn't concentrate at work all she could think about was the garden.

Why couldn't my life be like that now? She would ask herself, life with Siera would be perfect once more.
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Sitting in her apartment, watching TV late one afternoon with only one thing on her mind, she heard the phone ring. As she walked into her kitchen, a cold breeze blew by her but there were no open windows, chills ran from her fingertips to the end of her toes, but she walked on. By the time she stepped in front of the phone, it stopped.

"Well shit."

Returning back to her TV show, the phone rang again.

Um, they must be calling back. She thought, as she turned on her heel and walked back towards the phone. This time it continued ringing until she picked it up.

"Hewllo."

Silence.

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Stupid ass people," she said as she angrily shamed the phone back on the wall stand.

As she stepped back into her living room she experienced quite a shock.

"Siera..."

"Hello Samera."

***
Samera was what you could call speechless, and this description fit her well, staring at Siera's face, studying her body.

"Have you missed me?"

"Uh... Of course, of course I have," she said playing with her fingers, tearing at her thumb nail.

"I have missed you as well, come sit beside me," Siera said as she laid her hand on the space beside her.

Siera was actually very beautiful she was the kind of girl Samera wished she could be have a beautiful exotic face, shiny long black hair, tattoos and piercings in places she would never have the courage to get. She was the same size as Samera, which was great because she loved wearing her clothes. She was only a year younger than Siera but she seemed to act much older.

Samera couldn't understand this the last time they spoke wasn't very pleasant.

It was an oddly warm New Years Eve, and Samera was at Siera's with two of their friends, Dana and Blake. You see the thing was Dana was interested a lot in Samera but she had no interest in him, because Siera had asked her not to because she liked him very much and they were somewhat like best friends. After the clock stuck midnight, Siera gave Samera a happy New Year kiss, on the lips I might add. And I'm guessing Dana got jealous and while Samera went to the bathroom he came up with some elaborate lie that Samera tired to sleep with him. Which was really the other way around.

With alcohol in all four of their systems, Siera wouldn't listen to reason as Samera cried on her lap saying over and over again, "It's not true! I would never do that to you!"

"I love you Samera! You're my best friend, how could you do this to me!" she softly cried.

"I didn't! I swear to you, he is lying!"

"Why would he lie to me, he's always been here for me."

"Why believe him over me? Please Siera I didn't do anything!" she said wiping the tears from her face.

"Listen to me," She said with a different voice, filled with anger and hate. "You better not be here in the morning, you better never speak to me again."

But here she was! On her own freewill, sitting on the end of Samera's mattress saying she missed her. She was shaking, was this some sort of trap? A cruel joke? Or had God finally shone down on her? She slowly took the seat next to Siera and looked in her eyes.

"Your eyes look different," she said.

"How so?" Replied Siera as she pushed back her long black hair behind her ear.

"They're brighter."

She chuckled.

"Yes, I have gone under some changes."

"Like what?"

"I can show you if you like," she said as her hand carelessly unraveled over Samera's hand.

"Close your eyes."

Samera gave her a worried look, should she trust her?

"Samera, trust me, I won't harm you," she said as grabbed onto her hand. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes very slowly.

Then she saw images, as if she were asleep dreaming. How was this possible? In this image she was Siera sitting in a church courtyard unknown to her. She had the overwhelming feeling of being lost. Not in direction, lost spiritually like she had lost her way in life. She looked up and noticed a guy she had never seen before, sitting next to her. Yet somehow she knew this guys name was Azirale. He was very handsome with long black hair, glowing white skin, and dark blue eyes. He had a mysterious look to him his eyes were very dreamy, like if you looked directly at him, eye contact, you would fall into a deep trance.

With these thoughts of his mysterious eyes and such she didn’t realize that Siera and him were talking. Samera kept her focus on him and listened.

"I can make it all disappear child."

"I doubt you can, it’s all so hard," she said, her voice full of emotion.

"Let me take you into my world."

"What world would that be?"

"A world where even the lowest of life is superior and all is forgiven," with that said he stood before her with his hand outstretched.

"Promise me you will give me this life."

"Upon all that is dark and beautiful in this world."

She reached out her right arm so that her fingertips would latch onto his she was lifted off her seat almost gracefully as if he were using no strength at all.

"Come with me."

As they walked she noticed that she had on a dark flowing purple dress, this Azirale was dressed nicely in a black tailored shirt with loose fitting black pants. She followed as he led her to the garden in the middle of the courtyard where many roses bloomed as they walked by them. Whereas white and pink lilies open their petals as if to watch them, when his feet came to a stop so did hers, in front of a stone angel statue where acidic rain had ate away most of its details.

As they stood he slowly moved his arms to form around her waist, and moved his mouth to neck in a seductive way by kissing her cheek first then her shoulder.

"I’m scared," she whispered, with a shoulder in her voice.

"You should not fear, you are with me," he opened his mouth wide to expose two pearl white pointy fangs, and at first pinched her neck and then the fangs dung into her skin.

Pain.

Such unbelievable pain it was pleasable, she could feel her blood sucking up into his mouth her hands were careless allover his back, feeling his muscles, his hair flowing over her soft arms. It felt as if she were losing life and getting weaker and weaker.

"My love, feed on me,"

"Uh...” she asked a little dizzy and also a bit confused.

"Feed off of me."

His hand found the back of her head and pressed her blue lips against his neck, what was this overwhelming sensation? To suck his blood? Why that is disgusting! Though she couldn’t overcome the need, the want, and the passion of what was happening. She bit his neck, but no blood!

"Forgive me," he softly said as he grabbed her hand and placed her forefinger hail against his neck and slashed it. Crimson red came pouring, all over her lips, mouth, chin she was drinking it up as if it were the fountain of life.

Funny enough it was, 'Youth Of The Damned.'
Fountain Of The Wicked.

Suddenly Samera found herself lying on her living room floor, not in the beautiful garden with the handsome young devil. And there she was, Siera, staring at her with a smile showing off her fangs.

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"Siera, I thought this kind of thing only happened in fiction novels," Samera said as she sat up on her living room looking at her in the most shocked look, unable to believe anything.

"Maybe this is a novel, maybe all life is someone writing or imagining what is going to happen next in this world,"

"Well I don't know about that, but I do know that I missed you,"

"I've missed you very much also, there were times when I really needed you, but you weren’t there and it was my fault,"

Samera quickly jumped out of the floor and reached her arms around her and squeezed, her head resting on her belly. Siera's hand found the top of her head and gently stroked her soft hair.

"Don't ever leave me again, I've been so alone."

"I'll never leave you."

The night turned out to be a wonderful evening, a memory not easily forgotten. They sat in that old living room for hours on end talking, just talking. How much of a mistake it was for Siera and Samera to fight, how stupid it was to tell Samera never to speak to her again.

Siera was much more emotional, more open now, she was more sexual it seemed there was always a time when they would hug or play around now she would kiss her on the cheek, hold her hand or brush the hair out of her face. Samera had heard vampires were seductive and sensual but wasn’t this a little much? An occasional onlooker would think so, but Samera had no problem with it.

It gave her chills.

Why Siera? Out of all the girls in the world why would she be the one? Why was she so special to make Samera think like this? But Samera was getting ahead of herself, maybe this strong feeling of nervous, and passion was the deep relationship they had as best friends?

"Come with me," Siera said suddenly, quickly standing up walking towards the front door.

"Where to?" Samera asked.

"To a secret place, you will enjoy it," she said as she grabbed her hand.

"Alright, lead the way," she nervously said.

As they stopped out the front door onto the front lawn, Siera noticed the sky.

"Beautiful, look how the stars dance with the moon, it’s so elegant."

"It is a beautiful night I can see all the constations."

"I've been meaning to ask you, that place you showed me in my mind, where is it?"

"Far away. Remember when I told you after we fought I left town?" she said, "I went many miles away, to find anything. Anything to satisfy my soul."

"And I'm guessing you did," I said as I chuckled, looking up at the stars.

"Why yes I did."

"While I was away," she continued. "I stayed in a detent city, searching for something to complete me."

"Why didn’t you leave any other time?" I asked, curious of what her answer would be.

"That is of no importance, in this city everything was so busy and everyone, so high strung. But it came to my attention that I wasn’t the only one looking for a way out."

"Is this when that extremely good looking mysterious guy comes in?"

She smiled while looking down at her hands she went to grab my hand and sighed.

"Azirale."

"He was quite beautiful, inside as well as out." "I have learned so many wonderful things Samera, now I want to show them to you."

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As I walked along the stray sidewalk with her hand in mine I shivered, a cold breeze blew by us that made her walk closer to me. And I thought.

Life is so unnecessary.

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note from the author: hello all im not finished with this story, but i dont know how things run here but if u like please comment and ill update very sooon! thanks
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