Phycopathic Twins

R.I.P

This first chapter does include almost rape .It doesn't happen just thought i would mention it before hand. If you don't want to read it skip to the Bit in Bold which says Ghost Karayan.

The picture below is what she was wearing. The one in the coffin is her burial dress.

Well this is me. Not sure when it was but it was around 1837 the beginning of the Victorian age. When I was 18. You won't believe it, I survived  Spanish Influenza and the polo virus. But in the end I died from, actually I don't really remember  what I died from, but I do remember this..... I was on a horse and cart home in that time I was one of the wealthier citizens. I lived in a stunning Victorian manner house with my 14 brothers and I was the only girl .My Mum didn't work and my dad ran a cotton mill in the middle of London. My carriage stopped and I got off, I knew as only a few blocks away from the Manor house. It was dark, windy and a winters night, I knew dam well that a lady shouldn't go out on her own at night but that didn't stop me.
The pavement had a slight glimmer to it, actually it shone like a star, the air was crisp and the wind danced about like a ballerina but everything it touched it snapped at like a tiger. A green beer bottle rolled a couple feet in front of me and shadows appeared from the walls and grabbed my neck and whispered stern words into my ears, his voice stank of stale gin and tobacco. I elbowed him in the noes and ran, cold sweat dripped down my spine and ran down the back of my corset. But before I could look back another guy from the shadows grabbed my waist and cut of my breath, it was only enough to scream. But when i did the other guy grabbed the bear bottle form the floor I saw earlier and smashed it against the cobble stone wall. He held it against my throat and told me if I didn't do exactly as I was told he would kill me but that was going to happen anyway. He reached into his pocket and brought out a sharp looking knife. He brought it to my corset lace and cut it off the corset fell to the floor and ripped of my skirt. I was standing in a dark alley with a bunch of sick men in the under dress, I knew what was going to happen.

I started to scream, I couldn't move he had hold of me to tight, my only reaction was to scream. He shoved the glass bottle up to my neck and told me if I didn't stop screaming it would be it. The other guy put his two large skinny hands over my mouth and looked up. The other started to undress his bottom half, shadows started to come alive. My neck went numb, red warm silk like liquid started to pour from my neck. I fell to the floor with a thud and I lay there bleeding, just about having enough sight to see a shadow in front of me. A blonde figure only wearing black but his eyes were a deep crimson, stood before me. Pale like snow but sill full of life, he knelt beside me and stroked my neck snap something happened not quite sure what but it was to my neck.

Ghost Karayan

They say the dead, live on as spirits this must be true otherwise I won't be there. That  mystery guy was standing next to me on the dinning room table with My Mum and my Dad, he was cursing though cause he told me to stay home. None of my brothers were there, I suppose they where all at boarding school. My mum was crying. I was her treasure. Later after hours of mourning the guy went and my mum visited the church in the morning to say I was dead and to organise a funeral. My funeral was two days after I was attacked and it was just my mum. I was buried in the woods near are house cause I spent most of my time there reading and writing poems. I was never the same after that night.

My whole aspect on life had change to everyone is friends with you and then to  everyone wants to kill you.

I'm a vampire now in the 21st century and this is my story.