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    Frost walks,head down,hood up to sheild her from the falling snow. "Someone holds me,safe and warm. Horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully,across my memory."she sings to herself. "Far away,long ago,glowing dim as an ember. Things my heart used to know. Things it yearns to remember. And a song someone sings once upon a December." (She looks just like Shadow except with a white streak in her hair.) Her thin frame shudders from the cold. The dark street she's in is empty...or so she thinks.

    "What a lovely song," says a voice nearby, off to the right and up above, as if the person speaking is on a rooftop. But when Frost turns her head to see who it is, no one will be there.

    (the vampire bites her, but before he can finish her off, she escapes. Because he didn't fully turn her, she's a half vampire, meaning she'll live forever and has vampire speed and night vision, but doesn't drink blood or dissolve in sunlight. Then the vampire who bit her tries to track her down and communicates threats to her via telepathy)


    "No, my dear," the voice said again, this time right behind her. "Not your imagination at all." When she turned around, again no one would be there.

    Suddenly, an arms wrapped itself around her waist, pinning her own arms, and another went around her throat. "Shhh," said a voice behind her. She could feel ice cold lips touching her ear as her attacker whispered gently to her, but she couldn't feel his breath. "Don't scream, darling."

    She heard a gentle tutting sound behind her. "Tisk, tisk, my dear. Don't yell like that, or I may get angry." Frost would feel his cold lips on her neck, tiny fangs pressing gently against her skin.

    "What do you want?"she asks quietly,icy calm in her Irish accented voice. "I have money,if that's what you want."
    She starts murmuring prayers in Gaelic,smiling as her lilting voice transforms the ancient words into a song. She tries to turn her head and break free.



    (I dont care if you flat out control her for the parts you want,K?)

    The attacker tightened his grip on her neck. "Ah, ah, ah. None of that." Frost stopped turning her head before she could look at her assailant. The man sniffed her hair, inhaling deeply. "Aaaahhh. I haven't smelled blood this fine since..." he trailed off. "This is a great gift, my dear," he muttered, placing his lips against her neck again. "You should feel honored." Suddenly, he bit deeply into her neck, his fang-like cqanines piercing her skin and making her scream in pain.

    The vampire was hit square in the face by her elbow and released her, clutching his face. "You little...!" he began, a red mark appearing on his left cheek.


    (Frost now has the vampire powers.)

    The vampire fell to his knees, clutching his face in agony. "I'll find you!" he called out in fury. "I will find you! You will be mine!"

    Frost seized her chance and ran faster,pushing herself. She went faster than she had run ever before. She absorbed this,nodding in approval. She hardly broke a sweat. As she fled towards a feild,voices exploded in her head,talking all at once,mingling with her thoughts. With just her sheer willpower,Frost blocked them out. She shook her head as she wondered where they had come from. Frost fled as the night passed by and the sky rose in the sky.

    Eventually, after a few hours, the vampire still hadn't come after her, and the sun was starting to rise. Perhaps Frost should be getting home at that point.

    Frost caustiously jumped down from a tree and began maing her way home to a family that wasnt there,that had died long ago in a car accident. All that remained of her mother,father,and little sister was Frost's fading memories.