Foreword: *Takes a peak at the curtain*

*Waves* Hello, dear readers! I hope you're all faring well.

So, yeah...Listen, a little plot bunny came today and BOOM. Here it is, a new story titled: A Few Shades of Everything.

No idea how the updates are going to be arranged, no outline yet, and NO BETA! :( Will anyone help me out? Also, no idea if this will be in poetry form like SSIB...BUT...I do PROMISE/SWEAR/CROSS MY HEART that there will be a HAPPY ENDING! Satisfied?

BETA FOUND: TheDemonOfTwilight is now my beta...and DANG! She's good at it.

Alright then, on to the story...

a few shades of everything

"'HOPE' IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS"
Emily Dickinson

"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

ENTRY # 1.

We often ask ourselves: Can people change?

I see humans change everyday, whether if it's their favourite colour, or their beliefs, or even their personality. They are always taking hard steps to get from one place to another, just to achieve their goals. Or to make things better for their loved ones.

It makes me feel sorry for them sometimes, and yet happy as well.

They had a choice, and they took it.

But we didn't, we didn't have a choice, our choice was taken from us. Every time I observe humans, I cannot stop the envy and jealousy coursing through my venom filled veins.

I missed it.

I missed the feeling of living in ignorant bliss, when I had no idea about vampires and werewolves.

I missed being human.

Do you know what it feels like, never going into the sun, always afraid if a human would see you? Of course you don't. No humans really knows the feeling of being a vampire. And believe me, it isn't pleasant.

Yes, there are some advantages of being immortal. Like, the speed, the strength, the feeling of power coursing through your body. The feeling of power is like heroin, once you get a taste, you want, no, need more. But there's a catch, there's always a catch. You can't get anything free, and this is no different.

Think about it, do you really want to live with the want and need of human blood, always in the back of your mind, forever? Because that's what it feels like. Sure, you might consciously be thinking about something else, but there's always this little voice in your head, reminding you of the taste of the delicious, red, hot, and sweet liquid, rolling down your throat, soothing that eternal fiery burn in your throat.

Most vampires embrace that wonderful taste of human blood, and I did too for a short while, but we were different. We fed from animals, making us weaker and never actually stop that burning ache in your throat, thus, making us act more violently to humans and their precious blood.

As I stare at the pine trees that cover the almost vastness of the Olympic National Forest, I continue to think.

Humans, so frail and weak, yet adventurous and brave at the same time. They think they know what life is all about, in fact, they don't. They never, in their short lives, experience the pain of reality.

Most people don't come out the other side alive when they experienced what 'life' really is, but did, I made it to the other side. By not without a few agonizing memories and scars.

They were scared, all of them, of death. I could see cracks in their ever steely strong armour. How was it humans could be so brave in any circumstances but in the end, they fear death? Fear the peace of having no troubles and worries?

And how could immortals be so weak in a situation that requires them to act differently rather than be what they were before they suffered through the change? How could humans take a chance and be different? And how could we, vampires, shy away from this?

And we come to this, another story of mine that's much more wonderful, scary and tragic than all my other experiences that I had been graced in my undead life.

For I was a vampire.

And she was not.

She took a chance.

But I didn't.

And suddenly, when that first drop of blood fell on the floor….there was no chance to react.

No chance to look at her face.

No chance to be stronger.

No chance to make a choice.

And just like the humans, I cracked. And that little crack turned into a huge gorge of never ending pain and suffering.

But in the first time in my existence, there was life.

And I took it.

Afterword: Well..here it is!

Review and tell me guys what you think.

Also, maybe or maybe not...but I'm planning this story to be a bit longer and have more depth than SSIB.

Who knows...

Also...ATTENTION. In need of a Beta. Can do it swiftly and quite available anytime. Please PM me if you're interested!

BETA FOUND: TheDemonOfTwilight is now my beta...and DANG! She's good at it.