When the Imagination Runs Wild

This is a story about what might happen if some of my character came to life, literally. If you know me, then you might know some of these characters. If not, I'll explain some of them:

Jesse James: Evil, half-mad vampire.
Layne Rhode: Vampire hunter.
Cleopatra Miles: Teenager with powers of fire
Kasey James: Jesse's brother, much wiser and kinder.

More coming soon. ;D

(by the way, this has not been edited yet. If anyone would be kind enough -cough-sphinksorcheyoramii-cough- I would appreciate it. ;D )

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"Mom, I'm home!" I called as I closed the door. My beagle, Darwin, was bouncing around the house wildly. He was always this way when I got home, and as I plopped down on the couch he tackled me and started licking me to death. Pushing him away I giggled, stroking his head fondly. Darwin was my best buddy. He always would be.

With his tail going a hundred miles a second, the dog trotted over to the door, looking back to make sure I was following. Still laughing, I followed and put a hand on the cool door handle. The beagle looked up at me, pleading, and then let out a loud, insistent bark. "Oh, fine." I gave in, and opened the door. Darwin bounded out happily.

"He's a wild little furball, isn't he?" my mom sighed, watching as our dog ran around the porch area. Her dirty blond hair was tied into a little bun, I noticed. She looked so much better with her hair down, but nooo. She had to wear it in a bun so it "wouldn't get in her face."

"Yeah... well, I'm going into my room." I replied, turning to navigate my way through the living room and into my room. Or more like my disaster area.

Trash, toys, and stuffed animals littered the floor while books, games, and music were piled on any free surface. Colored clay sat on one shelf, waiting to be molded. My walls were painted rather randomly: one wall was splatter-painted, one had drawings and a "name box" for anyone who entered my room to sign, another had a painted window showing a landscape of rolling hills. Up on the ceiling my fan spun, all sorts of colors mixing together to form a circular rainbow that spun just for me. Yeah. My room was awesome.

I tossed my backpack into the closet, which was rightly named "hurricane Dez". My door said so. Blankets, books, boxes and magazines were stored there along with my clothes. I think there was even a metal detector in the there somewhere, but I'm not sure.

Twisting my way through my room and over my giant pink unicorn (don't ask) I sat at my desk, turned on my computer monitor, and got on marapets.

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"Desiree! Dinner!" I heard my dad call some time later. I told my friends I had to go eat, turned off the monitor with the push of a button, and ran out of my room. Sitting at the table, I realized I had forgotten to clean it off. Trash from the past week was piled on top of it's wooden surface. There were dairy queen boxes, pop cans, an empty ketchup bottle and more. Oops. A Burger King bag (this one full and holding my dinner) sitting in front of me. So dinner was fast food... for the fifth time that week.

"Thanks, Dad," I said, but Darwin was attacking him with all his beagle might. Which was tongue, overwhelming cuteness, and claws. And, seeing as how we always found an excuse to not trim his nails, (going to the groomer, we'll get it done then... when we take him to the vet...) that might was kind of painful.

"Your... Darwin, get off me! Welcome, hon." He laughed, and so did I.

I finished eating quickly, and left for my room again. This time I grabbed a book /The Red Pyramid/ and climbed my tall bed. Settling down in the comfortable white marshmallow that was my blanket, I read. And soon after, my eyes grew heavy and sleep took me.

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When I woke up, the world was dark.

I felt something heavy on my chest, and realized it was the book. My clock said it was twelve o'clock, but it was an hour early. So it was one... at morning. Crap! I hadn't done my homework before I fell asleep.

Muttering to myself I climbed down my bed latter and stumbled around in my room until I found the closet door. I opened it and walked inside. My foot caught on something and I went staggering forward into something hard. Suddenly I felt arms wrap around my body and found that I couldn't breath.

This was a fear I had never experienced, only read about, only wrote about. My mind didn't work. I couldn't think, couldn't move. As his grip tightened and I was pressed against him, a hand went up to my neck and stroked it tenderly. I... I knew him.

And then he spoke. He spoke with a voice I knew so well, yet had never heard. A voice that lived only in my head, only in my crazy imagination where things like him were real.My knees buckled, my heart lept into my throat and started fighting it's way out.

"Hello, Desiree," said Jesse James.