: The two sides of Walker and Urie families remain rivals to this day after 150 years…until a boy and a girl from the two sides fall in love. Then thing just get worse. The Walker’s are witches, with lots of money and a strong hate for Vampires (the Urie’s). The Urie’s are wealthy vampires that hate witches from a tale told long, long ago… Disclaimer
: I kind of own. I don’t own Panic or their gfs and I don’t own Sarah, Lauren or Lena. It’s fake. I don’t think Brendon is a real vampire ^looks around^
As for Ryan, Spencer and Sarah…who knows…I developed this story in the shower…don’t ask me why I get ideas for stories in thee weirdest places…but hey what ever gets it written! Author’s note
- This story i wrote a long time ago. On my old journal peppermintcum
. Everyone loved it so im reviving it here
Brendon looked down at his hands. The blood on his hands was fresh, but it was not his. He kicked a rock as he walked down the dark streets of nis neighbourhood. He wiped the blood on his jeans. He wiped the blood from his lips on the sleeve of his shirt. The warm blood got into his mouth and he licked his lips. The 21-year-old (now 21 for about 120 years.) was getting tired of hunting at night. But he had no choice. If the world found out what he was. It would be hell.
turned the corner of a street, the next block was where is house was (more like a mansion). He sighed as he shoved his hands into his jean pockets. He had a blank mind as he walked down the street. The wind on that cold summers night was chilly, but alas Brendon could not tell the difference.
Brendon continued to walk, till he finally got to his long drive way. He turned to walk up it. He walked to his front door, pulled his hands out of his pockets, in his left hand was his key and then put the key into the keyhole. He sighed as he turned the key along with the handle. Then realized when he put that key in the whole how lonely he was. Yeah he had his family but he wanted something more.
He shut and locked the door behind him. He shoved his hands and his key back into his pocket. The mansion was dead silent. The spiraling staircase, dark floor and hallway where just sitting there. No creaking or movement was detected. He had a feeling the rest of the family was out hunting still. Brendon looked around lazily and decided to walk up the marble staircase to walk into his dark room and think. He opened his bedroom door to see the usual dullness of his room big and clean room. He looked around to see desk, bed and a baby grand piano where all that was sitting neatly in the room. He shut the door and flopped down on his red covers.
He looked up at the ceiling. He hated being a vampire. He really did. He hated the feeling of being empty…literally. No heart, no stomach and no nothing. He was just an empty shell. Just lungs and that’s it. He wanted love, more than anything in the world. Yeah he had some girlfriends in the past 120 years, but he never found the perfect one. And he’s still looking. Brendon heard footsteps coming up the stairs. His parents, sisters and brothers where home. Brendon turned on his side to face his white wall. He sighed to him self. It was about 5 in the morning and the birds where up.
Brendon missed the cool air in the morning. The way it got into his lungs and seemed to stick there all day. He shook his head of this crap. That was 120 years ago. You think he’d get used to being a vampire. But he was not. No he never would be used to it. No matter how many animals he hunted, that fact that he had no heart and the not being human. Yeah who the hell could get used to that nightmare…