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.

Unamed Story part 1

The car rumbled past forests unlike any she had ever seen before. She had seen pine trees, of course. But never this many, never a forest full of evergreens. They loomed up above her, around the mountains, who circled around her, everywhere she looked they sat glaring down. It was like she was in a giant crater. The pass they had just come through was already too far away too see. Louis and Clark must have had a hard time here. They hadn't had signs pointing them to the ocean.

A deer ran past their car, taking cover in the shadowy forests. She had never seen a deer before. They were beautiful. Of course, everything in this strange state was beautiful. The mountains, the forests, the animals she saw running past. They weren't like the hulking towers she had lived around all her life. Those towers were crude, man-made. Sure, they looked sparkly enough. But this place had a sense of grandeur she had never felt before. Those towers certainly weren't like this.

Mom smiled back at her, her white teeth sparkling like those tall, tall buildings. Her green eyes normally stood out, but now she felt like she had seen enough green to last a lifetime. Dad was driving, the steering wheel in an Australian Shepherd cover. That was his favorite animal. He was still working on convincing Mom that they should have one. Before they didn't have enough space. But now space would be unimportant. They did own five acres of this beautiful land, after all.

" How are you doing, Cleo?" her mom asked, still showing those teeth that looked so fake. She shrugged.

" Better than Damian here, at least."

Damian was her little brother. He had black hair like Dad, and it was as messy as his too. Their Mom calls it a rat's nest. And it was. His eyes were light blue like Dad's also, but his skin was the Miles-family tan. At the sound of his name the ten-year-old boy looked up and stuck his tongue out at her. She rolled her eyes and punched him lightly on the side.

" Hey!" Damian turned off his Game-Boy and faced her. She noticed that his seat belt was unbluckled.

" Dami, you really should buckle up," she laughed. His face flushed pink and he went for here, but luckily Mom's authoritative hand reached back to keep him away.

" Don't call me Dami!" Damian muttered and buckled himself up. Cleo giggled. " Just because you're named after a queen doesn't mean you can boss me around."

" But I thought I was your big sister?"

" Shut up."

" Stop fighting you two. We're going to stop for lunch. How's Dairy Queen sound?" Their Dad called from the front of the car. She and her brother chorused a loud "hurray!" as they parked in front of the fast food place.

As she stepped out of the black car, Cleopatra had a feeling she was being watched. When she turned around, though, there was no one and nothing there. She frowned, and started walking towards it, but her parents called her away inside. As she walked in, she knew she was being watched.