Just a new story! Haha. My old one will never be fixed because my mom got me a new computer and she trashed the other before I could go and get my downloads. I tried to find them but I didn't. ): Moving on, here is a new story in my mind. Hopefully it plays out well.

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"We're here finally. I didn't think that it was going to take us this long to get here," Ethan told his sister as he moved to open the door of the taxi. He was pretty sure that the drive yesterday was shorter, but then again, he had been listening to his iPod the whole time so maybe he had spaced out.

Gripping the handle, he stood on the curb as he gently grasped his younger sister's hand and took her out of the vehicle. With the door shut, he paid the taxi driver before turning his attention to the house. It was bigger than there last house since it had only been a one story. Just looking at the house made him a bit homesick, but he was sure that his sister was feeling a lot worse.

Khloe meanwhile walked a few steps in the direction of the hosue, using her sensitive skills of touch with her feet to find the sidewalk and not to land on the grass. Feeling the cool breeze ruffle through her dark hair, she quietly stood still and crossed her arms, surveying the house as if she could really see the beauty of it.



"It's beautiful. If only you could..." Ethan began before he stopped himself. Mentally kicking himself, he put his hand behind his head to scratch his neck in a rather irritable fashion. Why did he had to go and say something like that? He didn't want to hurt his sister's feelings or anything, but even though it had been six years, he was still getting used to the nw situation. Before he could say anything however, he watched as Khloe took a few steps to the house before turning in his direction with a small smile on her face.



"I know," she whispered with a reassuring look on her face. "I wish that I could see it too. I bet it looks way better than our old home." Hoping that she had given him the reassurance that her brother needed, she patiently waited to see what would come next. Luckily, she said the right words and before she knew it, her hand was taken and she was being led into the house and up the stairs.

Her senses quickly started working on her new surroundings. Right away she picked up the scent of new polished floors, some every day cleaners and a few other scents that were quite new to her. When they reached the stairs, she stumbled a bit, but caught herself easily enough. Right away she began counting the steps, not wanting to have an accident later if she needed to get something on her own.

Reaching the second floor, she followed close behind Ethan, her other arm gliding across the wall until they reached her bedroom. With the door opened, she stepped inside, instantly feeling a bit lost in her new surroundings.



"Mom brought all of your old stuff here. It's fixed just like the old bedroom except it's a bit spaced out. I even put your Tokio Hotel posters up just for you," her brother said softly as he hoped that his words would cheer her up. Khloe just nodded, hugging her arms a bit before she walked forward. Side stepping a few times, her right foot bumped into the bed frame and relief seemed to wash over her.

"I gotta do some other unpacking so I'll be back to check on you. Mom said that she'll be here in an our or so. She took Echo to get a new collar and a check up. Just stay tight okay?" With those words said, he left the room and headed downstairs to fix up the kitchen and the living room since he had promised his mom that he would get it done.



Left alone, the seventeen year old managed to sit on her bed comfortably, a sad look falling upon her face. She had been against this move since the begining, but she couldn't be cruel to her mother. She knew that she was tired of living in that house, their home that reminded her so much of their father. Six years ago they had been a perfect family until tragedy paid them a visit. Back then, Khloe had her vision and her father was there to put a smile on her face. She still remembered the last day she saw him, or saw anything for that matter.

The family had just finished having dinner at their favorite restaurant and were on their way home. It was storming, the roads slick with heavy rain and strong winds. When they were heading down the high way, a large fan swerved into their lane and hit the small car with the family in it hard on the driver's side. The opposite side where Khloe was sitting slammed into the guard rail. Metal crunched under the force while glass shattered from all around. The tiny pieces covered the family, but the most damage it did was to little Khloe. Somehow the pieces managed to get into her eyes, cutting them badly.

The family was taken to the hospital and it was there that Ethan and their mother Tina was given heartbreaking news. Adam was dead and Khloe was never going to be able to see again. The young brunette had stayed in the hospital for weeks before her eyes were healed, but the road for a full recovery was going to be a long one. Although Ethan and his mother had gotten injured as well, it wasn't as bad as what Khloe had. Her world was completely turned upside down and to add to it, her beloved father was no longer around.



Feeling her eyes water, Khloe tried her best not to let herself cry. She wanted her family to be happy and she knew that being sad like this was only bringing them down. Sighing softly, she looked out the window to see the clouds a dark gray and hear the sound of rain hitting the shingles up on the roof. How long had she been sitting her? Not really know, she rubbed her eyes again before moving off of the bed. Getting her footing, she went once around the room, careful not to fall as she tried to see if everything was there. When she was satisfied, she found the door and headed to the stairwell.

Thankfully her memory wasn't all too bad as she found the railing and slowly began to lead her way downstairs. Right away she picked up the sounds of her brother and mom talking somewhere near by. Reaching the bottom step, she turned the corner and found herself standing through a new doorway.



"There you are sweetie," Tina greeted as she took the preparations for breakfast to the counter. "Was your room okay? I tried to set it up the best I could. I don't have that good of a memory though," she said with a half smile. Khloe didn't answer right away, moving her head around the room as if hoping that she would be able to see something in the room. However, she was disappointed as she reached out a hand infront of her to feel a chair and then the table. Well, at least she had found the kitchen.

"It's fine mom. I found everything okay for the most part. Ethan showed me where my room was," she half whispered as she took a seat. Her mother didn't answer, merely nodding her head as she went onto cooking. Khloe kept quiet for the most part as well, simply laying her head down. As she did this, her mind suddenly went to Echo, her beloved German Shepherd. Where was he anyhow? "Mom, where's Echo?"

"Oh, he's in the yard sweety. The car ride was a bit too long for him so I let him run around the backyard. He seems quite happy with it actually. I'll let him in when we're done eating."

Blinking slowly, she let out a tired sigh as she buried her head in her arms. She was starting to get a headache, but she figured it was because of the new stress put on her body. With the smell of food hanging in the air, her stomach let out a growl of hunger that quickly made her blush. Well, perhaps skipping dinner last night wasn't the best idea.

"Khloe, don't lay your head on the table. Now sit up, breakfast is finished," her mother tisked as she placed the plate down. The teen sad up groggily, letting out a yawn as she leaned her head on one bent arm and casually found the plate with her right hand. Smelling the cooked eggs and toast, she knew right away what was given to her without needing to be told. Gripping the hot food, she blew cool air over it before taking a bite.

Ethan came in not a moment too late as he sat down across from his sister. He wasn't one to be late for a meal since he was almost always eating. His metabolism was one to be envious about since he could eat a whole cow and not even gain an ounce.

"Food looks great mom," he said with a grin as he quickly dug in. Tina simply nodded, sitting down next to her son as she too began eating. Breakfast went on uneventful for about fifteen minutes before Khloe finally sat up fully and dropped her half eaten food on the plate.



"I hate it here," she whispered as she leaned back in her seat. Tina frowned, looking at her daughter with worry. They had just moved into the house for a good few hours and already, her daughter wasn't liking it. She knew that it was going to be hard for her to get used to this, but she didn't think that her rather optimistic daughter would throw in the towel that easily.

"Khloe, don't say that. We just moved here and soon enough you'll like this place just like our old home. It's bigger here and the city to go shopping isn't too far off and-"

"I don't care about that stuff. Why does it matter? I can't go shopping anyways! It's not like I can see what I'm buying! I can't see anything!" she snapped as she crossed her arms angrily over her chest. "I don't want to be here! I want to go home. I want everything back!"

Ethan didn't say a word, simply lowering his eyes as he ate his food. He knew it was best to just keep quiet, especially since there wasn't much he could actually say anyways. Tina of course was a bit taken back by her daughter's words, but it wasn't like she didn't expect a bit of a hassel.

"Khloe, this is our home now. We aren't going back. You need to give this place a chance instead of shutting it all away. I did this for you and Ethan and myself. I did this for us," she said sofly, hoping her words would go through.

"No you didn't. You did it for yourself," she muttered as she moved out of her chair and moved out of the room. Taking a few steps from the kitchen, she suddenly bumped into something large and furry. Not even needing to look down, she knealed down on one knee and reached out her hand to feel a warm velvet tongue licking her finger tips.



"Hey boy," she said as her anger seemed to melt away and a smile appeared on her face. "Ethan left the back door for you huh?" Feeling over his wet fur, she got closer and hugged around him. The dog easily whined with delight, licking his master's face as his tail wagged. Feeling a bit better, she finally pulled away and started to walk forward. Echo stayed closer, making sure that his Master didn't hurt herself. Finding the living room, she felt around the end table and to the sofa finally where she sat down. The sofa was new of course, but it felt more comfortable than their old couch.

Right away, she tried to relax, simply telling herself that she needed a nap since sleeping last night seemed impossible. Shifting her weight, she finally laid down and got comfortable. Without a moment too soon, she started to fall asleep as her eye lids fell closed.



Echo watched, crawling over to lick his owner's hand before he left her side. He wasn't gone for long however as he found his favorite chew toy and returned to lay infront of the new sofa. He busied himself with the blue bone, quietly waiting for his Master to wake up. He hardly ever left his side unless he was told to. He guarded the other family members as well, but it was Khloe that he was closest too. After all, he was her seeing-eye dog and therefore was suppose to be her prized canine.

Ooc: This is my first story! I hope that I do a good job. Comments would be appreciated since I would love to hear what you think! I also want to see if you think I should continue the story or not. I wouldn't want to make you bored. :]
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"We finally did it. We're finally together," whispered a young blonde woman of 18. She had long golden blonde hair that fell past her shoulders, beautiful sky blue eyes and sunkissed pale skin that finally managed to hold a little bit more color. Her name was Lorena and she had recently married the love of her life, Cornelius Dolle. The two had lived in the same village all of their lives and ever since they were five years old, the two would pretend that they were already married. Both families of the children were close friends, so when Cornelius was of age and asked his sweet heart to marry him, they all knew that it was going to be a perfect event.

"I told you that we were," replied the male who carefully hugged around Lorena. Cornelius was nineteen years old with messy dark brown hair that was smooth and soft despite how unkept it seemed. A warm smile was on his face as he snuggled his new wife. "Everything is going to go right for us, just watch. Now, we can start working on expanding the family some too," he teased, the words causing Lorena to blush as she turned in her new lover's arms and kissed him.



The first few months seemed to be going well, especially when the new couple heard of the news of Lorena becoming pregnant. However, the demon of heartache wasn't too far behind. Within the first year, Lorena experience a miscarriage of their first child. The ordeal had hurt the couple horribly, though it was to be expected since it was their first child. Months later Lorena was pregnant again but only for six months before she too lost that child. Having two misscarriages, it seemed that the odds of having a child wasn't at what he wanted and he knew that they couldn't go through the trouble of losing another child.

In the winter of their third year together, another chance was given to them to have a child. Not wanting to lose hope, Lorena was careful with herself, making sure she didn't work too hard and that she was able to eat everything that she needed. The months went by and her belly began to grow more and more. By spring, the Dolle family had given birth to a beautiful young girl named Amanda.



Amanda was their miracle baby, a child that was quite a character. She was blessed with golden hair like her mother and innocent features, however she had her father's spirit and had an act of getting into trouble. She believed that she could keep up with the boys, even at the young age of six years old. She was a fighter, yet a real lover as well. She enjoyed her time outside mostly, running around and exploring. Lorena knew that she couldn't keep her inside forever, so she allowed her only daughter to go down to the river and play with the other children.



Evening time however was family time, and everyone enjoyed to be around one another. Cornelius spent his time playing little lullabys and songs that he came up while Lorena would normally read to Amanda. The young girl enjoyed stories and so every night, a story would be read to her before dinner and then before she would go to sleep. This was the daily routine for them until the unthinkable happened that would only throw their family into more trouble.



One early morning in October, Amanda woke up having a horrid cough. Her body was burning up and it seemed that she had gotten a fever. Becoming worried, Lorena had shooed her off to bed and had gone to get her more blankets to keep warm. Cornelius had gone out for the day, so she did the best to watch over their daughter until he returned that evening. When he had came home, he went to check on Amanda and saw that she was sleeping peacefully. Maybe she would get better in the morning and so to keep good faith, he made a prayer that night before going to bed.

However, the following days only became worse and worse on little Amanda. She would lay in bed for hours, shivering with her high fever and she wouldn't eat because of her loss of an appetite. Cornelius finally called a doctor and when he came, he delivered the news that their little girl had pneumonia. Knowing that there wasn't much of a cure, they took the medicine offered and began to give it to her every four hours. Cornelius began to read stories to his daughter all through the days, watching as she gave him a weak smile here and there to show that she was still with them, still fighting.



"Daddy, I'm going to get better soon right?" she whispered as she looked over at Cornelius. Her body seemed so frail as she laid under the heavy blankets, her skin taking a sickly white since she was ill and hadn't been outside for days.

"Of course sweet heart," he replied, giving her a warm smile. "You'll be fine, I promise. Now, get some rest." He stood and kissed her heated cheek before he left the room. He was getting worried. He wanted to believe that she was going to make it, that she was going to be ok, but with every day that passed, she was fading and he knew that his wife saw it as well. He needed to be strong for both of them, however he could feel the small scratching of fear and sadness start to eat away his heart. He didn't know what he was going to do if he lost Amanda.

The same night, Lorena had said her good nights to her daughter as well before she had snuck outside. It was cool, the October wind brushing across her tear stricken face as her long blond hair blew wildly behind her. It was indeed cold outside, but she didn't want to be in the warmness of the home. She wasn't warm herself, her heart practically breaking with every tear that slid down her face. She was losing hope that Amanda was going to be ok. The medicine wasn't helping very much at all and she could see the life leaving her little girl's eyes. Hiding her face in her hands, she wept, not even noticing Cornelius as he stepped out of the house to see such a scene before him.



Staying silent, he said nothing as he went close to her and wrapped her arms around her shaking form. Lorena only seemed to cry more, her sadness covering her body so thickly that Cornelius could practically fell it. Hugging her tighter, the brunette hid his face in her hair, kissing her damp cheek before he whipsered to her.

"Lorena, Love, we have to be strong. Shhh..." he whispered comforting as he hugged her a bit closer. "I know it hurts, I know. But we have to have faith. We have to do what we can for Amanda so she can get better."

"But she isn't getting better!" she suddenly snapped as she pulled out of his embrace. "She's dying Cornelius! There is nothing that we can do for her nothing!"

Cornelius didn't want to acknowledge that she was right. It was true that she was getting worse, but he wouldn't say that she was dying. No, not his little girl. She was going to get well, she just had to. Grabbing his hysterical wife, he brought her into his arms again and just held her. There was little words that he could say since he knew that she didn't want to be comforted. He just wanted to show that she wasn't alone, that he was with her and was feeling the same sadness that she felt. After a while, she finally embraced him back, appologizing for her out burst. He easily forgave her, finally carrying his wife to bed so that they could have some much needed rest.



The grim day finally came when Amanda no longer stayed with them. It had been two days after his wife's out burst when the couple had woken up to find their little girl's lifeless body laying in the bed. She looked so peaceful, her face fixed in the gentleness that normally appeared on her face when she was sleeping. Cornelius had to touch her to make sure that she was gone, the feel of her cheek at how cold it was made his stomach clench. She was gone, their only child. The only one who had survived, the one who was suppose to be theirs forever.



Later that afternoon, Amanda was buried in the family's land. Corneilus didn't attend the ceremony. When it was taken place, he remained in Amanda's room on her bed. There he sat, his eyes lingering on the wooden floor as he just stared into space. Words couldn't describe the pain he felt right then, how weak his heart seemed to be. He knew that his wife was taking it just as hard, but he couldn't bring himself to go out there and comfort her. He needed comfort himself, but he wasn't sure how he was going to get it. The scars that were in his heart were probably never going to heal and he himself wasn't so sure if he really wanted them to go away.



Lorena fell to her knees and cried her eyes out that very day. She didn't move from that spot until Cornelius came to her that evening and carried her away. She was broken, the young blonde simply just breathing as she laid on the bed that night. She didn't sleep, she didn't eat. Because of this, she started to waste away in the coming days. Cornelius tried to get her to eat, telling her that he loved her and needed her by his side, but his words fell on deaf ears. Lorena no longer saw herself living anymore. Though she loved her husband very much, she just didn't see any reason to stay alive much longer. With grief in her heart, she remained as she was, slowly killing herself until God had finally taken her a month later. Cornelius didn't know what to do with himself.

He had suffered the loss of his only child and his loving wife. Despite the grief he felt, he couldn't bring himself to kill himself or waste away like his wife did. He didn't have the strength, the courage to hang himself or to throw himself into the rapids of the river. Despite how much pain he felt, he couldn't bring himself to end his existence. Instead, the once respectable man turned to alcohol. He began to drink, bottles and bottles of whine that were in his own cellar or where he could find a bottle. He would easily get many bottles, take them to where his wife and daughter were buried and would then drink and drink until he passed out.



That is what happened this particular night, but the consequences were going to be more life changing than having a hang over. What actually took place this clear fall night was that Cornelius had accidentally taken vampire blood without his knowing. He had drank so many bottles, that his judgement had been out the window and so when he had swallowed a liquid that didn't taste right, it never clicked that perhaps, he had swallowed something he shouldn't had. As soon as the blood had been consumed, he passed out on the lawn and remained there through out the evening and into the night.

When he had come around, the first thing he noticed was how scent of grass tickled his nose. It was strange, catching the smell of something that he never noticed before. That had only caused him to open his eyes, seeing nothing but blackness until he blinked his now ruby colored orbs and caught sight of the stars. The sky was beautiful, the bright white stars shining proudly against the dark cloudless sky. Taking a slow breath, he turned his head, catching sight of the many empty bottles before he pushed himself by his elbows and raised himself to sit up. His body felt strange, a sort of hunger eating away at his stomach. Standing up, brushed back his hair and caught sight of his skin. It was pale, his veins rather evident along with lengthen nails. What was this? Raising his eyes to his face, he felt over the rather cool flesh, finally noticing that he didn't feel warmth at all.

The blood had done something to his body, giving him the greatness of immortality with the draw backs of being a monster, a Vampire. That night was the night that a new door was opened to his life. He now had a curse that he had to deal with. Now, he was forced to live with the sadness of his previous life and the new trouble that his brand new life brought to him. Forced to remain in pain, he survived for two hundred years, staying locked away from everyone until one fateful day changed everything. That was the day that a beauty would open the eyes of a now cold hearted man who wanted nothing more but to be saved.