The Unliving Undead

A touch of history... This story was begun on October 24th, 1996 by one Chen Zhao. A Davernite was she. Only a few hours later others joined in the tale...others such as Alexis Schmitt and Mark Radosevich...They, too, were of the Davern clan and eager to continue the saga...

Book One

As she pulled away, her teeth stained a most beautiful red...she smiled. Oh, how she loved him, once upon a time. But she loved them all...each and every one of them. She was especially attached to this one. Ah, yes. This one was extra special...his name? Richard.
RICHARD. She rolled the name over her tongue. Mmmmmm. The taste of blood was still fresh and it stimulated her. Mmmm. She closed his eyes. Goodbye, my love.
She walked the 2 miles back to her house leisurely, and savored the night. It was cold and clear, the stars brightly shining despite the bright lights of the city, except around the full moon, which was almost too bright to look at.
When she got home, Amber was not there. They had arranged to meet at her house, but... perhaps she was... delayed slightly.
She licked the blood off her lips, and savored the taste. She had worried she'd be having second thoughts, but there were no regrets in her mind.
'Richard...' she thought, wondering how he would be found. She imagined what the police would think, especially once they'd found Mat's body too.
The doorbell rang. 'Amber, finally!' she thought, but when she got to the door, there were two people outside.
"Hello, Alexis," the first one said, as he stepped in.
She gasped.
Mat and Richard, their necks torn open and still oozing blood, their clothes stained and faces smeared, smiled.
Alexis assumed a satanic smile, and welcomed them in. As soon as they entered the door, she whipped out the knife that she always carried on her outside of school and launched it at Richard. It caught him squarely in the heart, and he fell, gasping and coughing blood, to the floor. Alexis smiled maliciously. Then she picked it up and threw it at Mat, and......
Mat caught it with his left hand- no, it went THROUGH the hand. Richard stood up, and took out a thin piece of wire. Mat looked at him as if he were crazy, then walked to the door, reached outside, where he had left a rifle, came back inside, and blew a large hole in her chest. Richard frowned.
"That's no fun," he said. "Too quick." Mat turned to Richard, aimed, and...
Fired at his head as Alexis even again rose up, the smoking bullethole gone without a trace. All signs of humanity disappeared as she silently circled Mat and Richard, who had risen up again with fresh blood in his veins. She leapt at Mat, tearing viciously at his throat, then raised her head as the last of his blood stained her


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