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A short story based on What Have You Done by Within Temptation.

There is always a middle ground, always a compromise; even in between life and death. Vampyrism has run rampant throughout Europe since the Dark Ages. Vampyres rule the night in Amsterdam, the prosper in the ways of drugs and prostitution. There are few disturbances to the indulgent life of a modern vampyre, but there is one. One disturbance as old as vampyrism itself, perhaps older than time began. Two of the most prominent vampyre families are engaged in an immortal battle for supremacy. After 600 years neither have won, neither has wavered under the hostile gaze of the other. There is not always a compromise, there is not always a middle ground to walk along.

Lyta Palma stared in the ancient brass mirror on the dark wall. She could see the beautiful, marble coffin with blue silk lining surrounded by dirt for Moeder's garden. She could see the opposite wall, just as slate as the one the mirror was mounted upon. But Lyta could not see herself.
But Lyta didn't need the mirror to know what she looked like, the mirror was for show, a Palma family heirloom. Almost of as if taking a step outside her own body she could see herself. Hair black as a raven's wing, and thick like a wolf's coat. Husky blue eyes, dark, thick eyelashes, full lips. Lyta smiled, satisfied with herself and stepped back into her body.
She knew what she was, the perfect predator. She was beautiful, everything about her was made to cater to a human's mind's eye. Her eyes, her hair, her fangs, her smell - all part of the illusion. Deep inside she was still a monster. Lyta killed, and thrived off the blood of those she hunted. She had never felt remorse for taking a life away. She had never felt a pang of guilty as her prey's last cry escaped their mouth. Monster.
Lyta closed her eyes to the bedroom full of Medieval antiques. She pushed their image out of her mind, and focused hard, and deep on another place. A place, far away from here. Amsterdam. Yes, that was were she would go hunt. She would find a lost tourist, or if she wasn't so lucky she'd just take one of her Uncle's girls. No one missed the prostitutes when they were gone, and Michiel wouldn't even have to try to replace her. Humans were dispensable, like a vending machine. You just had to know how to steal from it to fully enjoy it.
As if growing of the mist in an alley Lyta Palma materialized. She lifted her nose into the air and inhaled, smelling the air, like a skilled hunting dog. Sin and fear. Yes, she thought to herself allowing her thoughts to ring hypnotically through the streets, Come find me. I'm waiting for you.
In less than a moment a man wandered down the alley headed straight for her. She waited, smiling, silently ringing out enticing thoughts until the man was standing before her. The man gazed at her like she was a long lost Da Vinci painting. Awe and admiration fleeted across his face, and then a desparate one, a terrified one. Lyta, moving like a ghost, grabbed him. She grasped his shoulder in one hand and his head in the other, and sank her fangs into his bare neck. The man screamed until he fell, and Lyta laughed, wiping away the extra blood from her lips.
Instantly Lyta felt stronger, more powerful, and more invincible than before. Lyta smiled a sadistic smile at the man's withered body, and willed him into the mist. Like that, the man was a part of the night, no longer palpible, no longer anything more than a silent entity. Even more insignificant to the world than a withered, pale flower.
Then she smelled him. Lyta panicked, glancing around to make she was on her own territory. She started to back out of the alley when she hit what felt like a wall. Only it wasn't a wall, it was another vampyre; Theother de Graaf. She glared upon at Theother, at her immortal enemy.
The Palmas and the de Graafs have never existed in peace, not in six hundred years, that was the most well known fact to any given vampyre. Yet neither family ever left The Netherlands, instead they carried out six hundred of nocturnal gang warfare. Often resorting to the vices of humans to overcome the other family. Lyta wondered if he would really attack her, she was the eldest daughter of the Palmas. Surely, the de Graafs would love to remove a Palma from Amsterdam - it could possibly force the entire family out. Lyta wondered if she would really attack him. He was the only son of Demetri and Helena de Graaf, surely killing him would drive the de Graafs away from Amsterdam, giving the city to her family.

Theother de Graaf gazed down at the girl. She was obivously a Palma. Theother guessed that she might be Lyta, judging by her beauty. All vampyres talked about her, though he'd never seen her for himself. If she was Lyta, he knew his family would benefit immencly from her disappearance.
"What do you want? This is Palma terrority!" the girl declared with what would have been earth-shattering authority, had he not been a vampyre himself. She snarled, baring her fangs at him.
"And which Palma are you?"
"I am Lyta. You have not answered me. You don't have to. Leave before I kill you," Lyta bellowed. Theother chuckled at her, what an amusing little game for him. A Palma, Lyta Palma of all them, was challenging him on her territory.
"I have no intentions to harm you," Theother said with a cocky smile, "I want nothing more than to be allowed to see you once more. On more pleasant terms, Mistress Palma."
Lyta inhaled sharply, stifling shriek and a strain of obscenities. She clenched her fists, restraining herself against the use of simple brute force.
"Grant me one wish, Lady Palma," Theother said, green eyes glinting suggestively at her, "And I will ask no more of you. Forgive me for what I've been."
"No," Lyta snapped, "What is stopping me from killing you right now?"
Theother looked into her husky blue eyes, pulling from her soul the answer that he needed for her question. Though he had his own questions, of himself now. Why do I want to see a Palma again? Theother asked himself. I do not know.
"You want to see me again. Whatever this, Lady, you feel it too. Just as strongly as I do, no matter how unjustified it may seem to us now. Will it be worth to leave me behind?" Theother responded passionately. He drew from within himself. He inhaled her scent, unlike most Palmas it didn't sicken him. Do I sicken her?
You don't sicken me, Lord Theother. I will see you again. Lyta replied back in her thoughts, only loud enough for Theother to hear. She quickly closed her eyes and dissapated into the mist.
Theother stood in the alley a while longer, looking to reposition his mind. He wished he would stop thinking he'd met his mate. He wished he didn't ask to see that Palma again, but even as he thought it, he knew he didn't mean it. His family carried hate he didn't feel, at least not for this particular Palma.

Back in her room, Lyta sank down into a shadow filled corner. She ran her hand across the slate gray wall, grasping for a condoling thought. Lyta was relatively young for a vampyre, only 19 years, but she was a Palma. Palmas were supposed to be powerful, Godfather-like vampyre, as were the de Graafs, as much she hated to admit it. Though her family had hated the de Graafs for the better part of six hundred years, she believed that if they could unite, the vampyre culture would be stronger than ever.
Theother was going to inherit everything of the de Graaf's when his father no longer wanted it all, which to the best of her knowledge would be about a hundred or so years down the road. She was going to get everything he family had as well, so she should have killed him when she had the oppurtunity. He'd be standing right in front of her. Taking complete control of Amsterdam should have been Lyta's absolute goal.
Damn. Lyta thought, not caring if everyone in her family's mansion heard it. Maybe her brother or her sisters would come in to see what was the matter. All she would have to do would be reply, nothing. They'd leave and go about their own nocturnal affairs. At least Vader wouldn't come to see, Lyta knew better than to expect him to care about anything but running his part of the city. Granted, in a few hundred years, that would be her. And she would be the first woman to take control of the Palmas.
Lyta didn't sense anyone coming, so she continued her inner turmoil, this time wary of allowing her thoughts to ring out through the house. She thought, alone and silent in the corner for an hour. Then another hour passed, the nighttime was ticking away, she was losing time to go out. But Lyta continued to think, ponder and muse.
Finally it dawned on her. Vampyres find their mates around the time they hit 20 years old. Once a vampyre met their mate, no circumstance could tear them apart. Lyta had met her mate, and no matter how unfortunately, her mate was a de Graaf. She pushed, and tried to force the thought of her mind.
No. No. It can't be. I never love someone who is my worst enemy. Why does Fate make me suffer?

Theother hunted. Theother transformed into something unlike no other vampyre when he hunted. He did not look different, but if his mind was set on prey, the prey could never escape. He was the worst kind of a monster, he made his prey like it when he killed them. No other existing vampyre could do this, Theother guessed that somewhere in his family there was someone else who could. They just hadn't spoken up yet. Certainly with a family of upwards of two hundred vampyres, he couldn't be the only one with such an ability.
At least he hoped not. Theother enjoyed vampyrism, far more than many vampyres ever did, and far more than any other vampyre ever got the chance to. It didn't make to him that human blood was his lifeline, he didn't care that he had to hunt. No vampyre did. But he didn't want to become an experiment for his family.
The man Theother found was drunk, an especially easy target for a vampyre. The man didn't even realize that Theother was there until Theother's fangs were in his neck. Unlike the kill he's watched Lyta make, Theother didn't hear this man screamed. This man was silent. Theother tasted the alcohol in his blood. It tasted horrible to him, anything a human could eat, or drink repulsed him. Just as dog food repulsed humans, he figured. He drank anyway, if he didn't he would definitely regret the lack of blood during the daylight.
Just before dawn Theother glided into his home. His home was castle like in structure, made entirely of stone and gothic. The perfect home for a vampyre. As he slipped into his wooden box (he'd never really felt the need for a fancy coffin, after all, his eyes were closed inside it), he reran the encounter with Lyta. He reran it hundreds of times before he slipped into his slumber.
Even while sleeping his mind never left Lyta, and he could sense that her mind had not left him. Theother forced himself to wake up before he sensed the sunset. He couldn't bare to be in the vulnerable state of sleep, not with the Palma being able to sense him. He wasn't even sure that she wasn't just hunting him.
Palmas were, admittedly, remarkable hunters. Even though Theother had a vampyric gift of captivating his prey, he was basically nothing compared to any of the Palmas. Palmas were notorious for being cunning, calculating, and incredibly unremorseful. They'd been known to deny themselves food, just to play with their food for a few nights. Mind games of the deadliest variety.

Lyta rose from her coffin slowly, deeply inhaled the air of the room and glared at the mist wafting around. The mist was midnight blue, it would have be beautiful to Lyta had it not smelled like Theother de Graaf. He was in her home, the very base of Palma terrority. How dare you?
She stood, and took only a second to adjust the red laces of her black corset before returning to glaring at the mist. The mist whirled around into a midnight blue funnel, and from it Theother materialized.
Lyta thought that he did look glorious. His eyes were green, typical of the de Graafs, and brown hair, which was light in comparison to her raven mane. Theother had the amazing bone structure all vampyres had. Lyta shook her head, shaking away doubt that Theother de Graaf was her mate.
"You do realize it's incredibly dangerous for you here?" Lyta asked, whispering. She moved closer to him and watch him glide closer to her as well.
"I don't really care," Theother is replied, "Danger is exhilirating."
Lyta smiled, showing her fangs in a nonthreatening way, almost affectionately, "Would you mind if I killed you? Understand that I need to." Lyta looked apologetic, as if she'd just said she'd spilled milk, rather than come to the realization she would have to kill her mate, the one she loved.
Theother sighed, and took Lyta in his arms, "Likewise fair Lyta. I wish that I had other choices than to harm the one I love."
Lyta felt something escape her eye. Something wet, something she'd never experienced before. She wiped it away. "What is this?"
"You're crying, Mate."
"I've been waiting for someone like you, you know. Everyone awaits their mate from the time they are born. Now I've found mine... your life has to end."
Theother whispered, "Goodbye, I shall see you in two dusks." With that he returned into the mist and floated out of her room. Lyta sank to the floor, letting herself feel sorrow for the very first time in her existence.

Theother met Lyta in the alley that they had met in so few days two nights later. Neither smiled to each other. Theother nodded grimly at Lyta.
"I love you. But there's a curse between us," Theother whispered into her ear as he gripped her bare shoulders, looking his mate over one final time. Lyta was the single most beautiful vampyre woman Theother had ever seen. From her raven black hair, to her husky blue eyes and ivory cream skin. And her black corsets, and petticoat skirts with boots. She was classic vampyre beauty. Had she not fallen for him at first sight, she could have lead the Palma family.
Instead Lyta chose him, her mate. And so sealed their fates as he had when Theother had fallen for her.

Lyta took a wooden stake from Theother's hand, never taking her eyes from his, "Yes, there is a curse between us, between me and you."
Lyta looked at her mate one last time. He made her feel for the first time, for herself and for all the human's she'd hunted. He mad her feel alive, like a human without ever trying. She guessed that's what the discovery of one's true mate did.
"I love you," Lyta whispered.
"Until the end of time," Theother replied.
At the same moment the vampyres plunged the stakes into each other's hearts. Screams of agony escaped their lips at first, but as they clutched onto each other the screams turned into silence. The silence turned into a raven colored mist, as Lyta and Theother became as evanescent as the air around them. The only sound left in the cobbstone alley was the ringing out of their final thoughts;
What have you done?

Wow. Amazing story Kay I love the last part

Poem I wrote for Holly

Hey honey, It's another night without you And I miss you so much. I miss the way you warmed me I miss your gentle touch Hey sweetheart, I know you'll always be mine But being here without you... I'm having a hard time I wish that I could fly to you And hold you every night And if I had to, come back here Before the mornings light Then I'd know you were okay And your dreams were sweet as you Then I'd know you slept with peace The way we always used to. Hey my love, I know you're sad And I know you miss me a lot But know you're always in my heart And in my every thought Hey sweet darling, I promise you, with every piece of me We'll be just fine, we will survive this And soon we'll be happy.

What does everyone think?

Aw. Great poem Rynne

Thanks Stevo

Awesome poem cousin I love it

Thank you cousin!!!

Very sweet cute and loving.

Thanks Dee

Did Holly like the poem Rynne?

Yeah she did She loved it

Great I bet you got some after she read that poem

*blush* shut it
And no, we're 3 states away, I got nothing but a lot of virtual hugs and kisses.

Your welcome Rynne! (My WoW someone's perverted, typical guy)

lmao yes he is!

im back
some walls im sorry if i disappeared for so long

Awesome!

Hey Stef those are all lovely well done

Hey Stef!

Nice stuff