VOICES OF THE VAMPIRES

The two vampires stood over her bed idly, talking. One a tall fair blond, with blue eyes and a sweet smile. The other just as tall and thin but brown hair, and brown eyes. Both dressed in fine suits, capes and gloves. Both regal and each debating over the simple girl's life.

"I don'te see what he sees in her," states the blond.

The brown eyed one to look at the child asleep. "She has a way about her, and he has his ways you know."

"Ah, but is she ready? Are we here only to give the gift, but can we not also decide as he does. Who will gain this gift and who will not."

The blond vampires sat down on the edge of the bed. "It's been quiet for years now..." He then takes the girl's head into his lap, and yet not desterbing her sleep. His gloved hand stroking her golden hair. "She is young, but older then you or others. This day and age are different, so we must judge alone on her own state in life."

"I don't want to take her life."

"Then don't." The blue eyes drifting over the gold hair. The soft long gold hair. She was a women, but it was so hard to see her as more then a child as she slept. Her soft eyes hidden behind closed eyelids. She was beauty, not perfection, and they had to wait till she was at that perfection. Threw quiet use of their powers they would change all that she was now. She would know no other life then the life they laid for her from this point until perfection was complete, and then she would be taken to the other side.

The brown haired one moved the girl's head from the other vampire's lap. Letting it rest again on her pillow. Her quiet breathing sensual in the night air. "She will hunt with us," was all that was said by the brown haired vampire as he disappeared.

The other stayed and watched her for another hour, tempted to wake the child. But a soft kiss to her forehead, and a glance back as he was walking to leave the room. Only to see her dark eyes burning into his in the darkness.

She could not see him, it was impossible. He was, just as the other with brown hair. He was invisible to mortal eyes. They knew nothing of his presence this way. But still she looked right at him and knew who or what he was. How he didn't know. He thought about disappearing completely, to that state of visible that not even other vampires could even see. But her eyes fluttered abit as she looked at him, and spoke...

Belladova had awaken from a very strange dream, now looking into the vast darkness of her room, she found she was not alone. A shadow moved near her doorway. Almost in the shape of a man. She knew at once it was not physical but just an image. Her thoughts reaching out in almost speach. "Who are you?"

Now the blond vampire was alarmed that such as he could be noticed by a creature like her. But also her thoughts rang out towards him in actual words he could hear. This stunned him for only moment, as she continued to look right at him, if not threw him. "I am a friend," was all he could think of to say.

"A friend you say? But your not human, I can tell that." She looked over, and all she could see was a shadow her inner eye told her it was male, and attractive. Blond hair and beautiful light eyes. She could not actually see this in the real and physical world, she just knew.

He approached her slowly, arms spread out. His cloak becoming large wings as he walked toward her, taking a standing position at the side of her bed. "No not human, but vampire."

"Vampire, you say." Her doubts at only the shadow she saw, and voice in her head. For though he spoke his words out loud, they where but a whisper. A whisper so low, the words only came into her mind, with out thought at actually being able to hear them.

"Now what am I to do with a vampire, at my bedside?"

"What would you like to do? Offer you neck?" He questioned.

"No, I wish not to do that. Not yet atleast. I want to know who you are, and if I just don't hear your voice in my head."

"I don't think I understand your questions."

"Do you exist or is this all a trick of my mind?"

"Your mind is beautiful Bella."

Her eyes showing shock as a yawn excapes her lips. "And you know my name, but how?"

"Enough questions, for tonight." He gentle places a hand upon her forehead, then across her closing eyes. "Sleep."

Her tiredness giving way to the increased darkness, her eyes closing and sleep reclaiming her. Her next thoughts where of the dawn coming in her window.

She woke for school, this morning with thoughts about her visitor. Was he real? He was cute, but she didn't even know his name. No one would ever believe her if she told them. No one really listened to her any how.

She dropped off her night clothes, getting into the water of the shower. Her thoughts not washing away with the sleep of the night before.

Stepping from the shower, wrapping her hair and her body in fluffy blue towels. Dropping the towels once the hall was crossed, and she was in her room. She had awaken early, which gave her time to decide upon her dress for the day. She was in no way a peacock, and didn't care about dressing, but when given time she could put together a new sort of outfit or look.

She walked infront of her mirror, looking at her naked body. It could use some work. She had beautiful gold hair, even if it was never behaving it's self. Her eyes where just an olive-green color, not the crystal emerald green she always dreamed of. Her face had the bumps of puberity, and they just would never go away so it seemed.

Her breasts where large but on her frame they where just in proportion. Her sides angling in, then curving out over her hips. She dreamed of a flat stomach, but it wasn't. Her thighs needed work, but her calf's having excellent shape.

She knew she was no model, but looking at her naked body, she was reminded of the picture of Venus. Naked standing on a seashell, with just the same figure.  If it was possible she had the shape from a painting of a goddess, then she could live with herself. Not to say she wouldn't try to improve her flaws.

"Your beautiful. You have flaws and your working on them. It will take some time but then you will be a goddess in extreme perfection." The voice of a vampire rang in her head. But this was not the voice of the two who had stood in her room, this was a new voice.

"Who is it this time?" She questioned with mind, it having worked before.

"It is we the vampires, I am known as Erik, and I love you." Now these words she heard in her head she could feel the love.

Yet it would not be menchened more by her, taken easily with the words. "Why do you talk to me?" Her thoughts thinking of ending her words with 'my love'. But soon as she thought it, he did hear the words. How could one fall in love this way is unknown. Perhapes it's just a sembelance of love. But then one can fall in love with the unknown, for the unknown could be what ever you wished it to be.

But did not this voice not talk from within her? This communication can only represent a close intamice already. To be within her head did it not mean he already knew all thoughts and perhapes memories. What could one not love about someone who would know you so completely.

His voice had the sound of age and power, unlike the blond. The other was shocked and surprised, here he was incontrol.

"I talk to you my dear because you are to be one of us." Her thoughts wanting to stop him and interupt him. "Ah...quiet child." His thoughts controlled and calming. "See your not ready yet. You will be however. Quiet..." Her thoughts wanting to talk to him more. "In time you will reach perfection, then you will be brought over, and now I must rest." His words ending.

She would have asked questions but his words gave images, the last being of his resting in the ground, as the sun warmed the earth. So her toughts turning onto self questioning. Was she infact communicating with someone else, or was it as she talked now to herself. What was difference from this voice and her own inner voice.

But enough, she looked at the clock, time having gone by. Grabbing an outfit. Black jeans, to hide her butt, and thighs and a black shirt that hung loose down and baggy. Hidding her stomach, if only she could show her waist, but hide the stomach. Ah but she couldn't yet, and school was waiting.

To Be Continued...