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This is an original story I made, and is still not done. Started it in like February and is only on Chapter Three. It has some of my characters in it, but not all of them. Basicaly it is Elli, Dusk, Dawn, Dark, and of course the main girl Rozen. But keep in mind this story is not really how there pasts are. All are different in some ways. Well, here is the beginning.
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Prologue
My Life Story



Some people say that ‘Everyone’s soul mate is out there.’ But I wonder sometimes, ‘Will I ever find that person?’ That is my belief, but of course that is just Rozen Mista’s opinion. I grew up in the water, loving it till my parents died. But even after that I could not stay away for too long. I believe it was impossible to do that.
I grew up with only two friends, not wanting anymore than that. The Song twins were my best friends, though sometimes I felt out of place. They were both sisters and I wasn’t part of their family, but I tried to be. It just felt awkward I guess. Melody and Melanie, those were their names. Sometimes I would get the names mixed up and we would laugh.
Now onto my family. My sister is Stella and she’s twenty-seven. When she was eighteen she had little Bella on December twenty-fifth. Yep, she is a Christmas child. Then when she was twenty-five she got married to Jack, the father of Bella. They love each other so much; I think I’m starting to get jealous.
I have never loved anyone that way though. To that high of a point where I could not stop looking at them. Do you know how disgusting it is when you’re eating dinner and they are looking all lovey-dovey at each other? Anyway, no one really liked me at my school. It’s not like they hated me it was just as if I were never really there. Cynthia made sure I hated it at school. One reason I pretended I was sick was because she was there.
Cynthia was the schools popular miss goody-goody. She ruined my life to no end! When I did have a crush on a guy, which only happened twice, and they just started to notice me. Poof, going out with Cynthia. It annoyed me so bad some days I wanted to kill that witch. It was like she was born to ruin my life!
But aside from the crap Cynthia gave me everyday, life was pretty good. I got along with my family, I lived on the beach, and I had good friends. Everything was good for a long time. But something strange always happened in my sleep.
I had this dream almost every night, where I was running away from someone. My hair was blue, no, ice blue. Even my eyes that were like gold were weird. In that dream it was like I was in a fantasy. But not a good fantasy. A nightmarish fantasy.
My body was beaten and torn up, and I was scared out of my mind. But when I woke up I was back to normal. That dream felt so real, so lifelike. The person- or thing- that was chasing me was named Dark. Something in my head screamed evil when I saw him in that dream, maybe because his eyes were red. It was kind of odd, though. Because when he turned back to normal, he had the same color eyes as my Raven. The Raven that I love and cherish.
That Raven though, is what got me into the mess I’m in now. But if it could really be called a mess, I don’t know.
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Chapter One
We Can't Move


The warm breeze of fall, oh how I love it! The wind whipped through my hair as the waves of the water splashed my feet. It was a beautiful day in Denim, Florida; it was just the perfect temperature. The ocean was sparkling from the suns rays.
My wet two-piece bathing suite made me shiver, but I ignored it. It was too nice out to go back in now. I moved my toes in the warm sand, smiling.
“Could this day get any more great?” I yelled to the sky. My mind was full of daydreams of the ocean. Fishes of many different colors, shapes, and sizes filled my mind. That’s what my mind was always like.
I sighed to myself, slowly going into the water. My body was familiar with the salty warmness; one reason was that I had just been in. The other was that I was always in the ocean. I would not live without the sea.
I floated on my back as I drifted out farther, not a care in the world. Really, there was nothing that could ruin this day except nightfall. A soft groan escaped my throat. The night was a time I dreaded. I was meant to be in the sunshine with flowers and other day stuff. My sister said I was always like that.
A small fish brushed against my foot. It made me giggle softly. I watched it swim away; it’s bright colors flashing. My secret wish was to become a salt-water fish. I looked back up at the sky, watching a small brown bird fly by. Or to become a bird, that would do as well.
Both of those animals are free, not having to deal with family. Not caring if that family died because they would not know. They were free to swim or fly, not a care in the world at all times. The only care would be to worry if you were going to be eaten.
To only have to care about that. So sweet that would be, only caring about yourself and not everyone else’s needs. Not being a slave to your sister, even though she took care of you. Not having to watch your niece every hour of the day, even though she didn’t bother you. Not having to worry if your brother-in-law will come home alive or not, even though he loved you.
It may seem selfish to want that but I just couldn’t stand it at times. I would do anything to be free from my family. Even though I missed my parents more than anything, sometimes I was glad they were gone. I felt like I only needed my friends and nothing more.
Maybe I felt that way because I was a teenager, because my sister said most teenagers felt that way. But I have always felt that way. Was there something wrong with me? Was I going insane? Those questions I never knew the answers to.
I drifted back to the shore after an hour. My hands weren’t wrinkled from being in the water too long. Probably because I was used to being in the water all day. But I was always like that. Great, more unanswered questions.
The towel I used had a fairy on it. Ever since I was little I had been obsessed with fairies. I dried off slowly, thinking. Finally I ran into my house that was nearby on the beach. On the way through the house I past my sister, but I ignored her.
Lately for some reason my sister had been giddy. Every mourning it was a hyperactive hello from her. Even Jack has been happier than usual. God only knew why. I never was good at guessing.
The halls were neat and tidy like always, my sister being a neat freak and all. I swear I always saw a feather duster or some other cleaning utensil in her hand every minute. It got so annoying sometimes. The stairs with the red carpet nailed into them were clean too.
The house was new when my parents had bought it, though I heard that a previous house from the eighteen hundreds had been burnt down before they built this one. Sometimes I heard noises but I just thought it to be my imagination.
I ran down another hallway, almost out of breath. Jease this house had more halls and doors then a freakin mansion! It was a wonder I didn’t get lost at times. Finally I reached my room, and I quickly opened the white door.
The door closed behind me and I locked it.
My room wasn’t anything special, we at least to me. My room was actually very old fashion. My sister said they wanted to keep the old house style but this was the only room they could remember, due to the fact that there was a painting of it.
It was odd to make a painting of a room, but some other artist did didn’t he? Don’t expect me to know everything from art class here. But it wasn’t entirely just of the room. There was a young girl in it to. There was something very odd about her.
She looked exactly like me.
Well, she looked like the me from my dreams. But, other than the hair and eye color difference we looked identical. Same lips, same cheekbones, same everything. We both had delicate fingers, both had soft peach colored skin, and we also had the same childish features… that I hated.
I swear every time I showed too much emotion I always looked like I was a cute little five-year-old, like Bella! It made me so made sometimes but at least it was an easy way to get what I wanted.
I went to my end table, which was made of dark oak that was next to my bed and pulled out my laptop that was on charge underneath it. It was pure black and shinned so I could see my reflection. Like always it was cute and innocent, because I was so happy of what I found. Almost forgetting my little prize I had found while swimming I too it out of my bag and put it on my bed. I sat next to it with my laptop on my lap.
Turning it on was easy, and I typed in my password: ROZE. My sister had called me that a lot when I was little, but now it was just plain Rozen. I didn’t miss my nickname a bit. As soon as my computer was on the main screen and ready to go, with my wallpaper of a black rose, I opened Microsoft word and began my diary page.

Something else exciting happened, and it was amazing! I couldn’t believe it. It was like a dream. The good part was that I went farther out in the ocean. I saw a coral reef and it was so beautiful! I swam with the fishes, and looked at the coral. There were many different colors. It was like a rainbow of coral. I swam on and on; I just didn’t want to stop. I went deeper but I had to stop after awhile. My oxygen tank was running on low. But then I saw a box, and I had to get it.
When I got it my air was gone so I swam like a dolphin up to the top. I made it in the nick of time! I got inside and went to my room without my sister or Bella noticing. I didn’t have to worry about Jack he was at work. I got to my room and locked the door I didn’t want anyone intruding. I opened the box and I gasped. It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen!
It was a necklace, the chain was made of sparkling silver and the cross on it was a midnight blue. In the middle of the cross was a dark green star that sparkled in the sun. I took a closer look at the box, and even that was beautiful. It was made of a type of wood, yet the wood was black. There was dark purple writing on it, but I could not tell what it said. It was like ancient writing.


I stopped typing and looked at the beautiful necklace that lay next to me on the bed. It lay in the black box, dark purple cushioning inside as if the necklace was fragile and could break easily. There was a knock at my door. I shut down my computer, not wanting anyone to look at my personal stuff, and go up and opened the door.
There was my older sister, rich blond hair and bright green eyes. She looked more like my father. Me myself, I was more of my mother.
“Whats up Stella?” I asked her and she smiled.
“I have to tell you something, Roze. We are moving to Rockstone, New York! Start packing will be leaving next weak.” She said happily, though I was in shock. Moving? We can’t be moving, especially not there! It has no oceans. Probably not even a river!
Then it hit me. This was the reason she was so happy. She never really liked this hot climate, and this was the perfect opportunity to get away. Rockstone was a nice place, I couldn’t argue with that, but the fact that we were moving really got to me.
I would be gone away from my friends, from the memories, and more importantly the sea. If we moved all of it would be gone. The word echoed in my mind.
No more escaping from life.
“We can’t move! I don’t want to leave!” I screamed at her. “This is my home, and where mom and dad died. I don’t want to go to Rockstone!” I had tears in my eyes. I just couldn’t leave! My heart seemed like it was shattering, as if someone I loved was dying in front of my eyes.
And indeed that was happening, at least somewhat. It meant that I would never see the ocean again. Unless we went on vacation, which I highly doubted. Jack was always working and it would be too much of a hassle to take Bella.
“I knew you would do this. Listen, we have to move. Jack is g-“
“No!” I screamed, interrupting her. “I don’t care, I will not leave!”
“Listen to me! You will-“
“Your not my mother! You will never be here because she understood me! Unlike you! So stop acting like her!” I yelled at the top of my lungs and slammed the door in front of her face.
This was horrible! My heart had defiantly shattered as soon as I had slammed that door. My whole life was here! I laid down on my bed and buried my head in my pillow. It had been a while since I had cried. I had my father’s guts but my mother’s fragile features.
My mind drifted to the painting. In it the girl who looked like me was crying…hard. It was like she too had had her heart broken. Forever reason was unknown but whatever it was it had hit her unexpectedly. The painter had captured the scene as if he had taken a picture. The way the tears had stained her face and how her hair stuck to her cheeks, damp from all the crying she had done.
It was sad to look at that panting sometimes, but right now that was all I could think about. I could hear my sister sigh and walk away from my door. Thank God she was gone, I don’t think I would have been able to face her again. Not in my state.
So many things were running through my mind at this point I felt like my mind would explode. As my thoughts all scrambled around after a while I had fallen asleep. One reason I knew this is because my thought had stopped. The other was one I did not like
I was in that dream again.
I was running through a forest, one unfamiliar to me. I looked terrible. My hair, which was ice blue, was stuck to my face with sweat. My eyes, the color of a golden sunset, were wide with fear. I was running from someone, or something. I couldn’t really tell at this point.
All I knew was that I had to run. To get out of there as fast as I could because I knew that I would be in trouble if I was caught. Deep, deep trouble. But, escape wasn’t going to happen because I tripped over a rock. Me and my great clumsiness.
I heard leaves crunching behind me and I immediately froze. ‘Maybe if I play dead he will go away’ was not an option at this point. The only thing that was left for me was to turn around and look. I did.
There stood a boy around seventeen like me. His hair was a deep shade of purple, almost black. It seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. His eyes scarred me, though. They were a bright crimson, and the look in them is what scarred me. Hatred. Darkness. Bloodlust. It was something I never wanted to see again. He stepped forward, and every part of me screamed run. But I just lay there, frozen to the ground. When he was over to me, I saw his devilish smile. I gulped as he picked me up off the ground.
The area around us was mostly cleared-with no trees or bushes in the way- but there was one rotted log off to the side. He sat down and put me on his lap, the devilish smile still on his handsome face. The smile did somewhat fit him though, especially with those eyes.
I looked at him, eyes full of fear. It stayed like that for a while, and the smile never cleared from his face. That right there worried the hell out of me. Then he moved her mouth to my neck.
“D-Don’t” I whispered, my voice shaking. This only made the grin grow with amusement. I felt his warm breath on my neck, and I shivered again. Then the terrible pain came. It felt like someone had lit a match on my neck, and it would not go out. It just stayed in that one spot, not spreading. I held back the screams, the tears, everything I wanted to do. This was my punishment, and I had to deal with it. For what? For messing with beasts with no souls… and no hearts for that matter. I lay there, unmoving. The pain disappeared after awhile. I was beginning to feel light headed and dizzy. Too much, please stop Dark. The world was going into darkness and my pounding heart was slowing. Then the fire was put out and I opened my eyes to see Dark’s now dark blue eyes. His smile came back, and I was too weak to move.
That little bite had taken so much out of me. Dark was indeed a vampire not to mess with, but the fact that he had been so gentle with me before I didn’t think he would do this. His hands used to caress my face with such soft touches that I used to melt when he did it. But now, when he went to brush a few strands of my damp hair away from my face, I tried to move away.
This seemed to confuse him. But that confusion didn’t last long and that devilish grin was back on his face.
“My, my. Someone looks pale. Someone other than me.” He whispered, and I felt a jolt of pain at my waist. I looked down to see the scars were healing, but it hurt. Now I screamed, it was just too much.
I woke up in my room, painting. I ran to my bathroom, and looked at my hair and eyes. My hair was back to normal color, brown, and my eyes had returned to hazel. That dream again. This always happens. I wake up and think it is real, but it’s not. I looked at my reflection for a few minutes, and then moved a hand to my hair. The hair that was just like my mothers. A deep dark and rich chocolate brown. It was very soft and felt like silk.
Stella had once told me that a lot people dreamed to have my kind of hair. One of such a rich shade and that was so soft. In the sun you could also see red highlights. Then my gaze turned to my eyes.
Hazel was very rare in my family. Only my great grandmother, my mother, and I are the only ones who have ever had hazel eyes. But mine are different from theirs. Mine can turn into the ice blue that I have in my dreams, if I am wearing the right clothes. They only turn that color if I wear a dress.
It is odd but it is the truth. The only time I have ever worn a dress was at my sisters wedding, and even my family stared at me with awe at my strange eye color. But soon they were all looking at my sister again.
As I brushed my hair that went to at least five inches before my waist, I heard a soft rustle from one of the trees outside. Pausing for a minute I tried to glance out the window but I was to far away from the window. I put my brush down on my sink and walked out into my bedroom.
I wasn’t frightened at what I would find, I was more interested in what I would find. When I gazed out the window, I was surprised to find a bird. The bird I believed was a Raven.
But then I froze. The bird was different from most. It’s feathers were a dark purple, almost black in the night, and the eyes were a rich shade of dark blue, they were beautiful really. It reminded me of the guy in my dreams, Dark. I stepped up closer to the window and put my delicate hand on the glass. I felt curious of this bird, and wanted to get closer to it.
So I opened the glass and sat on the windowsill, staring at the bird. It stared back, eyes never moving away from mine. It was strange; I enjoyed looking at the bird, very much so. It was so beautiful, and it was rather large for it’s size. The bird stretched its wings out, as if it was showing off. I giggled and I saw a glint of amusement in the dark, midnight blue eyes. It seemed to be having fun, just showing off its radiant feathers.
I was gazing at the eyes; it was so odd that such a bird could actually be real. Not only form the looks, but for it to be so big… Then, in a swift movement, it flew into the sky and seemed to cover the moon. To quick for me to notice, the Raven flew into my room. I turned around and saw it resting on my pillow right next to where I put my head.
“You can’t sleep here, my sister really doesn’t like wild animals.” I whispered softly. It looked at me with those dark blue eyes and I couldn’t help it. It seemed to me that this bird always got what it wanted because of those eyes. “Fine, but you have to leave before she wakes up.” I told it, walking over to the bed. I got in and smiled as the bird looked at me.
“Night Raven.” I whispered, and I could have sworn it said good night back. But I was too tired so I let it slide. I yawned and fell asleep instantly, Raven by my side.


It has been a week now, and it was time to go. That Raven has visited me every night since, and is always gone when I wake up. I looked at my room, which would stay the way it was due to the fact that people wanted it to stay looking like this. I would miss this old fashion room.
I would miss the way the deep red carpet would feel when I walked on it with bare feet, I would miss the way my bed stood tall with the soft black curtains that hung around it, I would also miss the way my dresser would always shine in the sun light that came though the window.
And most of all I would miss seeing my Raven lay on my red silk pillow every night. Seeing him there always brought a smile to my face, and I couldn’t help but cover him up with my black comforter so he wouldn’t get cold.
Last night I had told the Raven I was moving, and he only nodded. It is weird, but I believe he actually understood me. I walked down stairs, not looking at my sister as I passed. I haven’t spoken to her since the argument. Why would I? She was ruining my life by making us move.
The house seemed empty as I passed its rooms. The only furniture that was staying was mine; everything else was coming with us. Sighing I walked through the door -carrying my bags- with a heavy heart. I would miss this place.
When I looked up from staring at my air walk shoes I saw my two best friends. They looked as sad and bummed as I did. Though I couldn’t blame them for feeling that way, because we have always been like sisters (Not including the fact that they were twin sisters), but I didn’t want them to be sad.
“Promise you’ll call?” Melanie asked, and I sighed. Melanie was the one who was the one I was afraid couldn’t handle it. She was always so trustful and always asked anyone to help her.
“I promise Mel.” I said with a smile, and she returned it. I turned to look at Melody, Melanie’s twin sister. They looked exactly the same, blond curly hair and dark brown eyes. But they act different, that was totally true. Melanie was happy and hyper, but Melody was quite and kept to herself. She smiled at me, and I smiled back.
“Make sure you call, I don’t want to have to listen to Melanie.” She said and I giggled. They would usually tease each other like that at times, but everyone new they were just messing around.
“Hey!” Melanie yelled, and we all laughed. That was the Song twins for you, act different but look the same. Who could also make any one laugh. I sighed and looked at the tree that was right outside my window. My Raven wasn’t there, which disappointed me. Melody noticed where I was looking and sighed.
“You shouldn’t expect a bird to be here.” Melody told me and I looked at her. She had a point there, but I really didn’t want her to.
“I know, I have just grown attached to him.” I said and looked back at the tree. “It seems like he isn’t a bird anymore, but a human. It is so strange.”
“You got that right.” Melanie said and I glared at her. I looked at the street above the beach and saw Dusk Harper. She was quite and stayed away from everyone. She seemed sad all the time, and I tried to help her. But when I talked to her, she always said either ‘it is best that we stay away from each other’ or ‘I’m sorry but I need to go’.
I just don’t understand her. It’s like she wants to be apart from the world. Which was odd. Her hair was a bloody red, not like most red heads. And her eyes were a bright blue. But somehow I knew that that was not her true eye color. I didn’t know how I knew that. I just felt that it was not her right eye color.
I sighed again and looked at the palm tree. I smiled at what I saw. My Raven, more beautiful during the day, sat on a branch of the tree. His dark purple feathers were a little lighter, and you could tell they were purple, and the beautiful dark blue eyes were wild like always.
“Look, he came. Happy?” Melanie asked, pointing to my bird. I nodded and the Raven seemed to smile. She could most defiantly say that again! The Raven- my Raven- flew down from the tree with his usual graceful movements and landed on the porch rail.
“You are right, he is a beautiful bird.” Melody said, staring in awe at my Raven. I nodded, and saw the amusement in his eye. How I knew it was a boy? I have no idea, but I guess I just knew. Just like how I knew blue was not Dusk’s right eye color. I walked over to him, and began to pet the shining feathers. His feathers were like silk, and I enjoyed the feeling of them beneath my fingertips.
Time seemed to stop when my Raven looked up at me with something in his eyes that I had never seen before. He was telling me something with those eyes. I had to strain my mind to understand, but when I got it the words he was telling me hit me like I had just been smacked.
You’ll meet him there. What that was supposed to mean I had no clue, but I knew it was important. I stared at him for a moment, until the door opened and out came my sister with little Bella. When she saw my bird and I she froze, eyes wide.
“W-what is a bird doing here?” She asked loudly, and my bird looked at her with his dark eyes. Some part of me was afraid he would fly away, but another part said he would never abandonee me. Yes still I could not help but cold my sister for her loudness.
“Shhh! I don’t want him to leave!” I yelled at her, but the other part of me screamed he wouldn’t. His sharp gaze turned away from my sister, and closed his eyes as I continued to pet him. “See? Harmless as a newborn kitten.” I told her knowingly, trying to calm her down. My sister hated wild animals, well manly anything wild. She thought they were dirty and should stay in the wild. But she didn’t understand that we were destroying their homes. She shook her head and looked at the car.
“We better get going it will take a day or two to get there.” My sister said and I looked at my bird. Who needed a guy when you had this knight and shining armor? Well. More like bird in shinning armor but still. I trusted my Raven. I trusted him a lot. He looked up at me with that sharp gaze of his and I smiled.
See you there. I though he said. I stared at him for a moment, trying to capture what I had just heard… from a bird. Stella began to whine for me to hurry up. I groaned and kissed my bird softly on the head.
Jack began to beep the horn when I looked at my Raven when I began to walk away. It was like I was leaving my own flesh and blood. I said my good byes to the Song twins and hoped into the car, a sad expression on my face. We began to drive away and I looked out the back window, seeing my friends waving to me.
When I took a peek at the tree my Raven wasn’t there.
When we were out of the beach side area, I noticed a bird flying above us. I looked closer and smiled. It was my bird, because it was too big for a normal bird and the way the purple feathers shined I knew it was him.
That bird was like a human. A brother I never had I guess. It was weird and all but I really cared about him. If anything happened to that Raven, I don’t think I would be able to stand it. That would be just too much for me to handle.
He stayed that way, flying above us till dark. We were somewhere near South and North Carolina, in-between really. I sighed and looked over to ten-year-old Bella, who was sound asleep. It had to be close to ten-o-clock at night. We stopped at a hotel and my sister went in with Jack. I stepped out, making sure not to wake Bella, and stretched. My bird landed in a nearby tree, and I smiled at him.
“You didn’t have to follow us.” I told him, walking up to the tree. He shook his head, as if telling me he wanted to follow us. I sighed and leaned against the tree. I ended up sitting down, my Raven in my lap. I began to pet the silky feathers, and he closed his eyes. I looked at the car, watching Bella sleep. The hotel doors opened and my Raven’s head perked up. He flew into the tree and I ran to the car. Good thing I’m a fast runner. I got to the car and slipped inside without Jack or my sister noticing.
“Come on Roze.” My sister said when she got to the car. I stepped out and Jack got Bella from the car. I looked at the tree and sighed in relief when my bird was still there. His eyes sparkled with amusement and my sister looked at the tree.
“That bird followed us?” She asked with disbelief. I nodded with a smile, and my bird stretched his wings out. I laughed and turned to my sister.
“He only wants to be appreciated.” I told her and she looked at me.
“You can’t keep him.” She said sternly and I looked at him.
“I don’t want to keep him, and I’m sure he doesn’t want to be kept.” I said, and he nodded. “See?” My sister sighed and continued walking. We got to the room and she opened the door. Jack went into the only room and set Bella on the bed.
“Listen, we are going to leave early, so go right to bed.” My sister told me, going into her room. I nodded and went into the bathroom. I changed into my nightgown I had brought in with me and went to the couch. I opened the window and let my Raven come in. He flew to the couch and landed softly. I lay down on the couch and he flew up to where my head was and fell asleep. I smiled at him and closed my eyes, falling asleep as well.
My sister woke me up around six, and my Raven was gone. As we ate a quick breakfast, she was complaining about me keeping the window open. I ignored her the best I could, but even that wasn’t enough. We went back to the car, and I saw my Raven in the same tree. I waved to him and his eyes had the same amused look. We drove for a long time, and we finally crossed the New York boundaries at around ten pm. I looked up at the sky and saw my Raven still following us.
It was two in the mourning when we finally reached our house. We only took our clothes bags in, leaving the non-refrigerated stuff in the car. We laid sleeping bags out on the floor, because the furniture wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow. I picked a place away from everyone, and opened the window. My Raven flew in, beautiful as always. I lay down with him, and fell asleep.
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