Dinner with a vampire. Did I mention I'm vegetarian?

© Abigail Gibbs 2009

Author's Note:

Firstly, I would like to thank my friend Jaz. Without her encouragement, there would be no "Dinner..."

And also thank you to Soraya, for her endless guidance, support and belief in my writing.

It seems apt now that I should re-write the author's note. "Dinner..." is now a part of my life, and I hereby thank each and every person who has ever read even one word of my story. You changed my life. No joke.

And lastly; music is a huge inspiration to me. Hence the links, which include songs I feel add to the story. You will find them on every chapter, and if you have the time, I would recommend listening to them. There are some great songs in there!!

I hope you enjoy this story, as you too become a part of my mad imaginings!! XD

Abigail
Canse12
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Update: I am now in the process of editing "Dinner..." both on here and in my master document. So please, excuse any spelling and grammatical mistakes throughout the story. I WILL find time to correct them! If you do spot anything, feel free to message me. It's appreciated as I have a tendency to miss things! Thanks!

TEACHERS: If any of you are reading this, well, I'm warning you... there is swearing, sex, violence and drunkiness. Sweet little Abbie Gibbs' writing isn't so sweet. Oh, and you have to ignore the spelling/grammatical errors. This is not the edited version! =D


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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRzbwFdu1rc (Bleed by Evanescence. The theme tune XD)
 HYPERLINK "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THlJoRSsPWY" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THlJoRSsPWY [Iron Maiden Rock in Rio intro (Arthur's Farewell)]
 HYPERLINK "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8zfE2bjf7Q" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8zfE2bjf7Q (Solo in The Nomad by Iron Maiden 4:34 onwards)

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Trafalgar Square is probably not the best place to stand at 1 o'clock in the morning. And definitely not the best place to be if you are totally alone.

My name is Violet Lee, and I was standing in the shadow of Nelson's Column, Trafalgar Square, London, shivering as the supposed warm air of July blew threw the square. I shuddered, pulling my coat tighter around myself, seriously regretting my choice of wardrobe: a short, slinky black dress.

Sheesh... the sacrifices I made for clubbing.

I glanced about anxiously, scanning the empty streets for any sign of my friends. So much for getting a 'late night snack'. They had been gone for at least twenty minutes now, and I knew that the sushi bar was only a two-minute walk away. I rolled my eyes: no doubt they were in some guy's pants by now. Well. Good for them. I mean, it is not as though they had to worry about little old Violet.

You see, I was a Londoner. Born and raised in the city, I knew exactly what the dangers were and how to avoid them. Take here for instance: it was streetlight, floodlit, major roads criss-cross the place like spaghetti, and there were so many take-away places around here, you only need scream and they would hear you.

Stupidly safe.

Or so I thought.

I walked over towards the benches, sheltered by the thick, green, and tonight, gloomy canopy of trees. Being seventeen-almost-eighteen was great, until your friends ditched you. I sighed as I took a seat, bitterly regretting the decision to wait here.

Rubbing my hands together, I thought of my favourite daydream to try to cheer myself up; in September I was off to university, leaving the prison that was home for the first time. Oxford University to be precise. Oxford Freedom as far as I was concerned.

I suppose the outlandish and rather sarcastic wit had finally paid off.

Taking one last glance around the square, I pulled out my mobile, hitting speed dial. It seemed to ring forever before the answer phone cut in.

"Hi, this is Ruby. I can't answer right now, so leave a message after the tone. Lovage!"

I groaned, frustrated as the phone beeped.

"Ruby, where the hell are you?! If you're down that guy's trousers, I swear I will kill you! It's bloody freezing out here! Soon as you get this, call back!"

I ended the call, slipping the phone back into the inside pocket of my coat.

Typical Ruby.

I sat there for a few more minutes, drawing my knees up to my chest in a bid to keep warm. Gently laying my head on my knees in the eery silence, I lazily watched the orange haze that coated the city of London - my hometown.