Uprising.

First thankyou Hannah and knyte..I hope you do like it…since ive kinda gotten over my Anime faze..well I haven’t….Spirited away and howls moving castle are my top fav right now…Though..im into the lost boys a lot right now..been my whole life..i decided to take on the challenge of writing about them.. or what I wish I could do. Hahaha…ill just shut up now…

ON with the sorry…

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Mirrors.

There was the sound of someone crying. He didn’t know where he was. Something told him that he wasn’t in a good position though. The pain surged though his body like electricity, sending out volts of painful muscles aches and violent spasm of his body. He tired to move his limp body as he only laid there waiting for the numbness that he hoped would come. He was trying to remember how he got there, who did this to him. Laying unmoving thoughts and fear flowing though his thoughts. Anger soon replaced it as he swore to get whoever did this. Remember, his said to himself. The dryness of his mouth and throat was making it painful to breathe. Than something seemed to spark in his mind, a question that made his heart feel horribly numb. He didn’t know who he was. He could not remember anything about himself. A new sound flowed over the rushing of his blood in his ears.

Voices.

They were getting closer, no they were above him. He could feel their eyes on him, trying to open his eyes he felt no energy to do so. His world seemed to get dimmer as he was losing the voices, the darkness around him seemed to be like tar sucking him farther in. As his world was fading something chimed in the back of his mind. Laughter, a small child laughing. Not knowing who it was yet the small giggle seemed to be calming him more than he could even imagine.

Nisha moaned as she rolled over in the bed hearing the mattress move under her. The coolness of the pillow now under her tickled her cheek as she sighed into it. The dream she was having was nothingness. Jus the thoughts and feeling of whoever this man was.

Unbeknown to her four pairs of eyes watched the slumbering girl in the bed. Each within their own thoughts wondering what the hell was going on. Their memories were a blur but they remembered each their final thoughts here in the cave and at the Emerson’s house.

You would think they would each be sitting down pondering yet three of the four guy were pouncing off the walls tripping out on what happed earlier that night. Non of them remembering how they go there but knowing full well they shouldn’t be alive.

Dwayne sat on the couch his hands racking through his hair for the thousand time as he could still remember the memory of the pain surging through his body. He couldn’t remember how he died but remembered full well the pain.

“Did we take Acid or Shrooms last night?” Dwayne called out to the other as Marko was sitting on the fountain still scratching at his chest. He glanced down once more expecting to see a stake sticking out, he could feel it yet he couldn’t see it. It was long gone, yet like Dwayne the memory of this afternoon attack was fuzzy. He was the only to be told on how he died.

“I don’t know,” he said to Dwayne. “I can still feel the burning of the stake but its been completely healed over.”

“Yeah,” Dwayne said as he rubbed is wrist. “I can feel the pain but I don’t know what happened. It was so fast than there was darkness. I know I died yet…?” he said holding up his hands looking at them for as a thought that wasn’t completely his popped up.

“Dude, why would my hands be on backwards?” The got a questionable look from Marko who looked at him like he was crazy.

“Nevermind,” Dwayne said.

“So did we really die? Or…?” Marko asked out loud his question mostly directed at the being sitting in his chair in front of Star’s bed watching the sleeping figure. David hadn’t moved within the last two hours after the girl passed out. He had his chin resting in his hand as a finger lightly kept tapping as he was deep within his mind thinking things through.

Oh David was pretty sure they died. He, like his brothers could feel something driving through his chest. Living out all of them the longest he remembered how each of them died. It was replaying in his mind like a TV show, picture after picture of each of them dead. For the last hour David was trying so hard to reach out to his Sire Max when he only got emptiness. Had the Emerson’s taking him out as well? Shit, he thought Max would find some way out of his own death like a sly serpent he was.

All David could remember of the night was dying, than the feeling of someone calling out to him. Darkness was all he felt after Michael shoved him through the door. He fell deep that he didn’t think he could rise up. Sinking forever hand reached outwards towards something, anything that would tell him that it would be okay. When nothing came he let the darkness consume him dragging him deeper into his own personal hell. But something happened, while he reached out, upwards or where ever someone took his hand. Like and iron grip dragged him up towards the top helping him breathe once more.

The sound of someone remarking a question broke him from his thoughts as the banging of cans suddenly crashing to the floor made him glance to a wild blood crazed with energy.

“Where the fuck is my stash!?” Paul yelled as she opened up dresser and small cabinets they collected over the years.

“It was here last night and now its gone!” Paul stood up strait scratching at his face. “I need something to calm me down, this fucking feeling like my skin is melting is driving me apeshit!”

David looked away from the blonde to the black hair girl resting in the bed turn into her pillow groaning out a whisper of something before laying still once more. He knew she was going to wake soon, he had many question to ask her. Why did she bring the boys and him back and not Max? What was she with the powers to do so?

Marko stood up stretching back hurting from where he was sitting as a thought passed through his mind after Paul stopped talking.

“What if we were dead longer than we thought?” He asked as Dwayne looked up at him. Paul who was looking into some cans suddenly dropped it eyes wide with shock at Marko question. “I mean, we remember dying but we don’t know how long it was until she came along.”

“Don’t fucking get me started man!” Paul yelled kicking a can on the ground as it rocket across the room just missing a post holding up the bed.

“Please for the sake of my ear don’t get him started, Marko.” David called out over his shoulder as the can rolled around to his feet.

“Ugh,” Paul yelled out while he rubbed his arms. “I haven’t felt anything like this since I took X and went into that damn petting zoo.” Paul said giving up on a spot moving to another.

After looking under some magazines he suddenly remembered where it was. Looking up on a wall that had one bookshelf he found between old books that were well over hundred years old a old French Bible. Pulling it out he opened it up to have large carved out spot in the middle.

“Why hellooooo, darling.” He said as she pulled out his stash. Opening it up he found his pipe loading it up as he got read to take his first hit. Coughing after he blew out his hit he finished up the nug as the feeling of his skin moved started to stop. Once finished he placed it back into the book turning back to the men behind him, walking past a dresser he stopped noticing something out of place as he turned back again.

“Fuck I must be high out of my mind,” Paul said out loud looking at himself in the mirror. “I haven’t seen someone this handsome in a long time.” Paul said looking himself over as he notice his hair was looking a little messy. Running his hand through his hair once giving it some volume he nodded his head happy at he outcome until something clicked. He left up a holler stumbling back away from the mirror.

“WHAT THE…HOW CAN I….!?!?” Paul yelled startling the other guys who were already trippin out from tonight.

“What?” Marko said as he watched Paul stumble to his feet pointing at the mirror.

“Dude, I totally just saw myself!” He said looking at the shorter blonde who raised his eyebrow at him.

“What the hell is in your fucking weed man? Salvia?”

“No man go look for yourself!” Paul said shoving the confused Marko towards the mirror.

“Dude we don’t have reflection!” Marko said over his shoulder to Paul who was shoving him closer to the dresser.

“I’m not that fucking high!” Paul’s growled out as he pushed Marko in front of the mirror.

“Dude there nothing there….HOLY SHIT!?” Marko watched his own face flare up in shock as he shoved back into the other blonde running away from the mirror like God himself was standing in it.

“What the hell!?” Marko said standing by the couch now as Dwayne looked up at him. “That shit shouldn’t be happening!” He yelled pointing now himself at the mirror.

Dwayne looked behind him from one crazy blonde to the other. Paul had gotten enough guts to go back up the mirror as he was standing there staring at himself. Dwayne got to his feet seeing the reflection of Paul as he waved his hand watching the person on the other side mimic him perfectly.

Getting up he walked up to it himself only to see a face he hasn’t seen in over a hundred years. Seeing his dark hair and wide face his own eyes mirroring with shock he had forgotten what he looked like. How much he looked like his people that were long lost to the lands.

Reaching up he placed a hand to the cold mirror thinking it was some sort of illusion. Turning away he walked away towards where the sleeping girl was as he stopped before David.

“She need to wake up, we all, and know mostly you, have questions for her.” Dwayne said to his leader as he only stared on at her. David could feel the boys getting more uptight about the shit happening to them. Marko was now up next to Paul who was looking at each other in the mirror.

“Dude you say you’re the good looking one?” Marko said messing with his curly hair as Paul glanced over at him with a ‘are you kidding me?” look.

“I’m the one with the hot little ass who bring in the girl you just get my left over.” Paul growled out to him without thinking.

“Well I’m the flipping cute one!” Marko said as both him and Paul froze looking at each other in the mirror. What the fuck were they thinking? These weren’t their thoughts! Marko would have never thought himself as the ‘flipping cute one’ nor would Paul say he had a ‘hot little ass’.

Both of them backed away from the mirror thinking it was cursed somehow with unnecessary thoughts that they didn’t want.

“Are you two girls done over there?” David called out to them as Marko and Paul only glanced at each other before they moved quickly away before something else girly sprouted from their lips.

All four jumped at the sudden blasting of music from somewhere as a song played loud echoing off the cave walls.

Some say money
Some say a dream
Some get laid on the silver screen
What does faith mean
In the world on the Sunset down

“What the hell is that now?” Paul yelled out as he was looking around him trying to find where the music was blasting from.

“Is it from the rock box?” Dwayne asked as Marko found the stereo picking up to listen.

“No.” he said setting it down.

Some say money
Some say fame
Some get a losing hand in the game
What does grace mean
In this world where the guns dies young

The three of them were digging through the cave as one of them finally picked up on where the sound was. Opening a bag he pulled out some weird flat book that was heavy and covered in all sorts of stickers.

Crash'n'burn'n'bleed
Run away with me
Crash'n'burn'n'bleed
Fallen angels on their knees
Crash'n'burn'n'bleed
Take a chance with me
Crash'n'burn'n'bleed
I still love you - Los Angeles

“How the fuck do you turn it off?” Marko asked as held the weird thing in his hands as the song suddenly ended. For a moment he was happy that the blasting of music was over as the Dwayne and Paul came up to look at the weird thing themselves. Turning it over a few times he found a little button as he slid it over finding the book opened slowly. Holding it like you would any other book he found a black screen on one side as there were many buttons on the other with letter and numbers on them.

The music suddenly blasted again from it as the three jumped as the computer dropped to the ground thank fully landing on a pile of clothes. As soon as the music started once more the three who were trying so hard to figure out how to turn off the thing didn’t notice the girl awaking from her slumber.

Nisha couldn’t tell you the last time she felt like this, a hangover so bad that she couldn’t even remember what she did the night before. Total blackout. Richie was so going to let her have it this morning. Rubbing her face as she did every morning trying to feel a little bit alive beside this headache from raging hell and no energy what so ever in her body.

“I need a smoke so bad.” She said into her hands, “And maybe some more of whatever I was drinking last night.” Lifting her head up she sighed looking off to her side expecting to see her small living space as she caught sight of a man sitting in a chair watching her with hooded sharp eyes.

It took almost a full swim around the fish bowl as Nisha goldfish of a memory kicked in. Blinking a few times as she remembered everything from that night Nisha let up a gasp as she felt the memories all flood in back at once.

“Oh shit.” She said looking past the blonde man back through the cave to three other who were staring at her computer one about ready to rip it in half.
Gasping out loud she looked around the bed finding the first solid object she could get her hands on as her cell phone shot across the room like a bullet ricocheting off Marko forehead as his head shot back at the now deadly weapon.

“OUCH!” Marko yelled out as Nisha smirked at her bulls eye. Getting up she stomped over pick up her computer as she held if close to her chest. This thing was her only life line here.
“Never touch this thing unless you wanna be sleeping with the fishes with your heads shoved up your ass’s so far no one will know where you start or end!” Nisha growled as she stuffed the computer back into the bag piling clothes back on top of it.
“Whoa, whats with all the clothes chicka? Moving in?” Paul asked as looked up at him as she stood up.
“No I kinda just pack my closet around,” she said with a coy smile. “After ten years of raising the dead it kind of easier to change than drive home smelling like rotten flesh.”

Nisha had to keep herself from laughing out loud when Paul Dwayne and Marko both sniffed at their pits before looking back at her. She let out a giggle as she had questions suddenly float her mind.

“Where the fuck is she from?”

“She raises the dead?”

“Are her boobs real?”

Nisha blushed at the last one as she looked down at her breast. “Well I’d hope they’re real unless someone did plastic surgery on them.” Nisha said as she pulled her shirt forwards to look down at them. Looking back up she watched Marko turn five different shades for red.

“How?” he asked his question clearly in his eyes.

“I’m not to sure myself, as I know full well you guys can talk to each other though your minds I must now be on your wave link.” Nisha said wish a shrug of her shoulders.

“Your not like us though.” Paul said. “Or are you?” he jumped the short distance between the couch to be standing in font of her as he grabbed her arm snaking his other around her waste bring him closer to his body before she could even blink. Paul’s nose ran up her neck right under her ear as she let up a gasp her free hand going to his chest as she tired to push him back. Feeling herself shake as he breathed in her scent deeply sent chills up her back as a can of butterflies took flight in her stomach.

“You don’t smell like us,” Paul hot breath touched her neck as Nisha didn’t like the feeling it made her lower body do. “But your not completely human.”

“Its because,” Nisha voice came out horsed as she tired to breath free of his grip. “I’m a necromancer.” Paul then pulled back looking down at her with a questionable look.

“You fuck dead people?” he asked as Nisha mouth fell open in shock.

“NO you fucking sicko!” she said shoving away from him. “I raise the dead, if you were paying attention after you asked about my clothes you would have heard that, you stoned fruittart!” Nisha stepped away thinking of teaching this boy some English terms. As she shoved him away something warm was suddenly coated over her hands. Looking back she caught sight of blood coating her arms as she let up a gasp staring at her hands feeling the uneasiness of fainting flowing over her. Looking up she caught sight of Paul who was covered in blood himself, his eyes were completely black with only a light ring of yellow in his eyes. His face was all vamp out as blood was flowing from his mouth down his chest dripping onto the floor.

Crying out she shoved away from him landing against the couch as she did this fancy half scrambled back flip away from him. Once to her feet and bracing herself against the back of the couch she looked back up to Paul who watched her do her circus act over the couch.

“Do I really smell that bad?” Paul asked out loud lifting his arm to smell his pits before he made a face looking around. “Why the fuck do I smell like roasted garlic!?” he asked.

Nisha only stood there trying to catch her breath as she could see he wasn’t covered in blood any more yet the image was still branded in her brain.

“Maybe because you took a bath in garlic and holy water.” Nisha said. Paul head snapped to her as she started to laugh out loud.

“I haven’t taken a bath in months and your saying I took on in holy water, whatever your dealer gave you I want some.” Paul joked to her as her brows came together in a frown.

“What? you don’t remember how you died?” Nisha asked. That got a shocked look from Paul who looked to the ground as he started to fall into a deep thought his arms coming up to rum each other as the sick feeling of his skin melting came back to him.

“That right, they splashed me and than…” Paul was lost for a moment before anger suddenly replaced his face.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” he said jumping at Nisha who just missed his grab.

“What did I do? I saved your fucking life!” she yelled back at him.

“Who asked you too?” Paul jumped over the couch following her as she made a mad dash to the other side of the cave going to hid behind Marko for a second.

“This feeling of my skin crawling make it stop! Its like a thousand bug crawling over me. I hate bugs!”

“Well take a shower sometime and maybe they wont be attracted to you!” Nisha said as her and Paul did circles around Marko who couldn’t figure out how to get out of the middle of it.

“And how come I can see myself!?” Paul said reaching out once more as he was successful with his catch. Nisha tired to jump out of his hold only failing as he spun her around to come face to face with them.

“Yeah what’s up with that mirror shit!?” Marko bounced in.

“What do you mean?” Nisha looked back and forth between the boys as Paul just growled dragging her to the mirror as he stopped pointing at it. Looking at it than back to Paul like he was crazy.

“Yes Paul you look like a crazy lion with that hair.” She laughed out as Paul sent her a deep growl.

“Shut up my hair is fine!” he said shoving her back with just a little to much force as she stumbled to the ground.

“We aren’t supposed to have reflections! What crazy voodoo shit did you do last night?”
Paul said now standing over Nisha.

“I just brought you back from the dead like I said,” Nisha said.

“Why? Do you even know what we are?”

“Assholes that whats!” Nisha snapped back at them. “I go out of my way to help the Lost Boys and this is the thanks I get? You know what fuck you Paul. I should have left you in the tub better yet in two pieces so you could watch me kick you ass around the cave a few times!” Jumping to her feet Nisha was now right up into the vampire face.

“Well I was in one fucking piece when I fell in wasn’t I?” Paul said stepping up into her face. He wanted to kill this girl so bad. Rip off her head and just watch her die. But the way she got into his face as such a turn on he was using everything in his will power from just grabbing her and kissing her. Why was he so attracted to this girl??

Images of her standing naked in front of a mirror as she looked down at her tattooed cover stomach running hands over scares as tears flowed out of her dark eyes made Paul step back away from her for a second shocked at the feelings that came with it.

Pain. Anger….loneliness.

“Ladies!” A voice chimed in behind them as Nisha looked behind her to a relaxed David who sat there silent the whole time watching this ridiculous scene unfold. Nisha looked into his deep blue eyes as he go up from the chair making his way over to where Paul was still glaring down at the girl lost in his battle that was ringing through all the vampire heads.

“Don’t think so loud, Paul.” David said as Paul shook his head coming out of his own little world as he turned away mumbling something about smoking some more.

Nisha could only suppress a growl on how she felt the need to kick him in the ass as he walked away. But glancing down at it she could help but a little to hot and grabble to hurt just yet. Paul’s feet shuffled as he stopped before shaking his head letting out a groan.

Giggling to herself she was surprised to have a pack of smokes held up to her face. Looking over at David who now stood before her eagerly waiting for her to take one smiling as she did. Holing it in her mouth she began to dig around for the matches she always had on her and once again David beat her to it. Holding the light match out for her to light it she leaned in take a few drags off it as she stepped back blowing out the smoke.

“I think you and I can get along quite well, David.” Nisha smiled as he nodded lighting his own cigarette. Once done with that deed he looked down at her asking the question she dreaded answering.

“So you’re a necromancer? How did you know we were going to die?” David asked looking down at her with sharp eyes. Nisha took another drag longer than most as she thought of how she was going to tell them, to come out and say “hey I saw you on a movie.” Would only get her laughed at and called a fool. Unless…

Unless she could show him, using the contact between the blood bond that is formed when a necromancer rise the body.

“You know, when a necromancer blood bonds with the living corpse memories and mind become one.” She said. “Though there has been no record of any necromancer bonding with a Vampire in the history of man kind, so no one could have know the outcome of such a thing. To be honest I didn’t even think it would work yet I had a six hour opening to save your soul and body so you could live once more.”

David raised and eyebrow as he watched her closely knowing full well she dodged his question but answered another.

“But vampire don’t have a soul.” Dwayne said breaking the quietness around them.

“Vampire are said to have damned souls right?” Nisha looked over at him seeing both Dwayne and Marko had moved in quite interested in this conversation. “Just because you have a damned soul doesn’t mean you don’t have one. You actually did pay your debt to God and died. I just snagged it back before you could fall into your own personal hell.”


Marko than spoke up, “So your saying where not vampires anymore?” Nisha shook her head looking at him.

“No, your still vampires. Will be for all time, You know your motto Sleep all day party all night?” Nisha got a few curious glances as she forgot that they didn’t realize they were all just from a Movie.

“I like that!” came a happy voice from behind them. Glancing back at Paul who was loading another bowl. “I could live by that.” He said to himself nodding as he repeated the saying over and over again.

“Smoke your bowl Paulie, the grownups are talking.” Nisha called out to him getting a very rude middle finger back.

“So we’re not damned anymore, but where still vampire. Then how come I don’t feel the hunger of the blood lust anymore?” Dwayne asked, Nisha could feel the ease of the other vampires knowing that another big question was out.

“Your hunger?” Nisha didn’t take that in to consideration at all up till this point. She didn’t even think about it, if they did have a hunger it would have been clearly felt by them. “That one I don’t know. My necromancer Book of the Dead didn’t really have a guide to what happens when you raise a Vampire.”

“A guide to raising the dead?” Dwayne asked.

“More like the bible for necromancer, only seven in existence.” Or my world, Nisha added.

“So since you know our names,” David called her back from a deep thought “What might be yours?”

“Nisha.” She said softly. “And to answer your other question, all I’ll say is that I’ve know about you dying for a long time.”

“Why didn’t you tell me the first time we met?” David asked.

“Would you have believed me? Or kill me just like any other regular girl?” Nisha asked as David only shrugged his shoulders.

“Depends on what mood I was in at the moment.”

“Oh that makes me feel a lot better.” Nisha said as she looked felt something coming. Something like a warm heat on her back she looked around only seeing deeper parts of the cave.

“The sun is rising.” Nisha said almost in a shocked voice as David nodded.

“As much as I want to finish this lovely conversation I feel its time for us to sleep.” David smiled down to her as she looked deep into his eyes. Something seemed to be stewing behind them as she felt the uneasiness flowing around her once more.

“It’s okay, everyone still thinks your dead. The Emerson’s took off out of town and the Frog brothers think you long gone.” She smiled. “Plus I think I’m going to be up looking into some of the shit, I think with me doing this I might have opened a hole new can of worms.”

David smiled once more before he stepped forwards placing hands on her shoulder as he leaned in kissing her lightly on the forehead.

“Until tonight than, Nisha.” He said as something whooshed past her like a hard wind as her hair flew around her. Brushing her hair out of her face she noticed all the boys were gone deep into their little hole for sleep. It wasn’t until the sound of metal bending did she look up to see someone yanking in a large tool chest into the hole.

Laughing out loud Nisha decided she needed to read her book one more time, rubbing her forehead where David kiss still burned like an invisible tattoo.

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I swear on my dogs life there is a plot, I just have to get past some parts. Next chapter will have lovely lovely time… Boys will go crazy for a second and Super Nisha will come to the rescue…oooo all the stuff I have boiling in my head.. I just wanna say right now…but I cant.. hahaha.. next chapter will be up soon. Oh and the song was by The 69 eyes. Los Angeles.