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Being one of the youngest members of a successful Korean band was the hardest, but most rewarding thing in Kim Kibum's life. There was nothing in the world he would ever give it up for. And his friends were the greatest – he couldn't ask for better friends. Minho, the one who was always there for everyone; Onew, the one with the unhealthy obsession with chicken; Taemin, the cute maknae of the group; and Jonghyun, the beautiful soul who seemed to like him more than everyone else. "Keeeyyyyy~" Taemin danced over to the boy on the dance room floor, plopping himself down next to him. "What is it, Taemin?" Key rolled over and propped himse

While Dean was doing more research for his dad - he noticed that he had been doing a lot lately - he looked over to the phone book next to the microwave. He debated whether or not to look for Kyra's number in there. He got up and grabbed the phone book, opening it up to a random page, sighing heavily. "It'll take me hours to find out her last name..." He flipped to the 'J's for no particular reason and started there, searching through everyone. He found one name in the 'M's and saw it as  'Kyra' but it wasn't spelled the way he had thought. He ran to get his cell phone from the table and dialed the number slowly. It just rang and rang an

"Kyra... you..." He couldn't think of what to say, his mind was racing a hundred miles a second. He was falling - yes, already - for this beautiful girl who was a Vampire... She stood up slowly and walked up to Dean, stopping only inches from his face. He watched as her eyes flickered from a bright yellow-green to her normal eye colour. And they just stood there, face to face, Hunter to Vampire. Kyra licked her lips and asked, "Are you surprised?" "Uh, yeah! You're a freaking Vampire! A-and I'm a Hunter! We... I-I can't do this, I have to go." He ran his hand through his hair as he turned on his heel and bolted down the street.  Kyra

Dean and Kyra walked side by side to the apartment on North Broadway, the only sounds being their footsteps. "How do you know about vampires and stuff? Especially shtrigas and wendigos; those things aren't in any movies or anything..." Dean finally spoke up after ten minutes of silence. "Well a girl gets interested when she hears rumours going around," she shrugged, brushing the question aside like it was no big deal. But she was hiding something from him, something big. ...something that could get her killed. "Oh..." Dean was confused at what kind of rumours people would be starting, like werewolves living in New York City but didn't dwel

She surveyed the room full of people around her, sipping her drink casually. Some were decent-looking while others looked pitiful; getting drunk because they simply had nothing better to do. "Another beer, Homesteade," she said, sliding the glass over to him. "Coming right up, love." He picked up the glass and let it fill up under the tap before sending it back to her. "Thanks," she smiled. Homesteade nodded in her direction with a small wink and walked away to tend to another customer. As she picked up her glass, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She turned on her barstool and saw two men walk in, their faces serious a

She was pacing her apartment waiting for her wall clock to strike six o'clock p.m. She was donned in a purple and grey v-neck sweater with a purple tank top underneath. Her skinny jeans were white and ripped from playing with her dog. She was staring at her feet, her toes painted a silvery colour. Her hair was messy, wavy and still wet from just getting out of the shower, and she had done her make-up too. She couldn't wait to see The Doctor again; it had been months since she had last seen him. She wanted to feel his arms around her again and to kiss him. She couldn't wait to have The Doctor - her Doctor - back with her again. Nothing could

People fighting, people dying Ebony and ivory battling side by side for what's right Asleep and dreaming; suddenly awoken by the sounds of being bombed Realizing we just entered a war we wanted no part in Lying in the water, blood pooling around your body Hatred of those who oppose and anger you Alliances and neutrality Remembering those you love as you're shot down by the Kamikaze Burrowing yourself behind sandbags hoping to God you live Outweighing death is saving your country (Understanding what's right and wrong) Ruby red blood spilling out of a friend as you hold his head whispering, "It's gonna be okay, I won't let you die."