“Amy’s Feather”

Written By: Devon Natasha Roberts

*Before I write this, I would like to say that the characters in here are fictional and should not be copied in any way, shape or form. Thank you very much.*

*First, I would like to give thanks to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ at times I needed Him the most when I felt that there were was no around to talk to, and granting me the gift of writing novels, putting it out for people to see, as well as when I have my bad times of me thinking that He isn’t listening to anything I have to say, by placing my faith in Him although things have gone wrong in my life. Thanks be to God.*

  • Lastly, I would like to thank Formal project director Sylvia Ward and my dad with helping me go through my emotional problems that I’ve been facing due to personal tragedy I’ve had as well as dealing with changes that my relatives have made also. Again, thanks dad as well as you, Sylvia Ward… I love you, too.*

Characters Are: Amy Stainsfield, Corey Fields, Alexander Justice, Lucinda Grey and Janice McHardy, Carly Hibarough {“I” narrative}

Chapter One

She was always the life of the party, and the center of attention. She knew just how to make a spectacle of herself and loved every minute of it. She would hang out at different clubs until she felt drunk enough to leave, and for some reason, found ways to go back to her apartment. Nonetheless, this woman named Amy Stainsfield, had her share of life every step of the way, even when things went dangerously wrong. And believe it or not, she just so happened to be 1,300 years old, looking as young and fresh as a bouquet of red roses. Even when roses usually die, she’s still and about like nobody’s business. Turns out, she was a vampire with wings of an innocent angel, yet she believed that with this life she was living, she felt at that moment, she could do just about anything she wanted.

Finally one Saturday morning when she was still in bed, she covered the blankets because she knew that she was as a vampire, she couldn’t take the sun shining through the window of her room. She was just about to brutally shut the drapes closed when the phone on her nightstand rang.

“Hello? Who’s this?”


“Oh, hey, girl, What’s up?”

“Nothing much. You?”

“Nothing much here either.” Janice replied with a smile. “So, What would you like to do today?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” Amy drawled, almost in a slur. “I don’t feel like going anywhere today. I think I want to stay under the covers and rest for a while.”

“Are you kiddin’ me, Amy? It’s beautiful out here! The sun’s out, flowers and trees are blooming…”

“Janice…” Amy replied, almost in a stern tone of voice. “I just don’t want to be out there today How about tonight?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I usually like to go out late at night to a club and have a good time.”

“But, we’ve just been at one of the clubs about two weekends ago.”

“Well, I’m not sure if I want to go out during the day…”


“Well,”Amy said to her friend, “I feel more comfortable hanging out when it’s dark.”

“I can’t believe you, Amy. Why won’t you come with me? Really now.” She then added with a little bit of concern in her tone of voice, “Would you rather not have me as your friend anymore?”

“T — that’s not what I’m trying to say, Janice.” Amy replied over the phone, feeling the offensive. “I guess that is how it feels to you, but I really don’t think I can.”

“Ok, I get it. You don’t want me around in your life anymore. If we were close friends, you would have at least told me the reason why you don’t want the two of us to hang out together.”

“N-no, Janice.”

“So, what is it then?”

“Alright, I’ll tell you.” Amy replied with a tiny sigh in her voice. “I’m a vampire.”

“Ah, ha, ha… I thought you just said that you were a vampire.”

“I DID.”

“You’ve GOT to be kiddin’. Seriously?”

“Yes, I am.” Amy replied and added as if she could see her good friend from a laptop, “Since I am one, I am immortal. I cannot die.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean about that… I will live forever.”

“How old are you, just to be curious with you being my friend and all…”

“1,300.” Amy replied simply.

“Wow. Will I be able to live that long?”

“Honestly, no, but if you were bitten, you probably would.”

“No wonder you want to go to the clubs late at night; you can’t be anywhere during the day. Why didn’t you tell me this before…? I mean, when we became friends?”

“I really don’t know why I did that, maybe it’s because I didn’t want anyone to think that I am just some weirdo looming around trying to see whose blood I will drink and create as a vampire, making them one of me.”

“So,” Janice asked her friend Amy as she saw one of her feather ink pens that her father gave to her years ago when it was her fifteenth birthday, “Did you tell anyone else that you are a vampire and is there anyone who’s a part of your kind?”

“Well, let’s see… There’s you I told first and the rest of my family who came of who we are, our ancestors also.”

“Oh.” Amy’s friend replied knowingly, understanding just where Amy was coming from. It was obvious that she knew that if she had family that came from a generation that which was passed year after year; decade after decade, she would have been in the same predicament just like her friend did in a way. She added as she wished that she could see her friend flash a grin while still on the phone with her, “Ok, great. I completely understand. At least you’re telling me now instead of allowing me to find out later on. Besides the point, do you trust me on this issue?”

“Yes, I do… Very much so.” It took a while for both Amy and Janice to talk to each other over the phone because they needed to salvage their friendship since it was Janice that found out that her friend was a vampire and why she always hangs out the dark streets at night. By the time she was finished having her conversation with her friend, Amy placed the wireless phone back onto the cradle. She then turned her attention back to what she was going to do before talking with her friend Janice, which was closing the drapes because she didn’t want the sunlight to come in, and with that, she headed back to her bed and slept for a while.

End of Chapter One

Beginning of Chapter Two

“So, how are you doing tonight, Amy?” Lucinda Grey asked as she saw her as the two of them were hanging out at one of the bars located over at Madison Blvd that Saturday night.

“I’m doing great. You?”

“I’m fine as well.” Once the both of them received their drinks, Amy was just about to say something to her friend when she saw another friend of hers named Corey Fields coming into the bar which was called “The Placier”. It was after he came in that she saw him in a different light because when she was looking at him, it was as if she was seeing him in slow motion. As he came into the place, wearing a light “V” neck shirt, nice blue jeans, and black shoes, along with his straight shoulder-length brown hair that fell over his dark hazel eyes, he flashed a bright smile over at both Amy and Lucinda and said,

“Hey, guys, how are you doing?”

“We’re fine.” The two girls replied in unison. As the two of them watched their great and gorgeous-looking friend sit down at the table where they were, Lucinda looked at Amy and she noticed the expression that was on her friend’s face. She could easily tell that Amy wanted to be more than just friends with Corey. Simply put: she wanted Corey for his blood. As Lucinda kept noticing this, she then decided to ask Amy if she would like to talk to her for a few minutes and at the same time, their other friend Janice came through the door to the open bar and buffet and saw two of her friends there. By the time both girls were in the bathroom, Lucinda grabbed her friend by the arm and said to her, close enough for her to hear since there were other women who were in the restroom around her,

“For the safety of me and out other friends here at this place, you will NOT go after Corey.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Sure, you can… And you WILL.”

“There’s no stopping me with taking Corey’s blood. I’ll have him and you won’t even know it.”

“And, just how will you do it?”

“You will never know, my friend.” Amy replied to Lucinda in a tone of voice that sounded determined to have what she wanted at that point which was their friend Corey. Just then, Janice came into the restroom and when she saw her friends chatting furiously with each other from afar. Shen went up to them and tried to get her friends to stop bickering and to tell her exactly what was wrong between them. After Lucinda relayed the problem, Janice said to Amy with a frown on her face,

“You want to turn our friend into a vampire? Why?”

“I don’t want to do that… It’s just that I am hungry. I need someone to feed on. I’m just… Extremely hungry.”

“So, why don’t you do that with someone else?” Janice asked. “You know something? If you are feeling that way, you couldn’t find someone besides Corey to do that to?”

“You can’t tell me what to do, girls. I can do anything I want.” Amy replied as she looked into the mirror and used her hands to tassel her hair a bit after she washed her hands with soap while still in the restroom. With that, she made her way out of where the three of them were back outside to where the bar and tables were. Two of the girls tried talking to Corey as they were still with him, but in their minds, they knew that because Amy was there, he was in serious trouble.

Ending of Chapter Two

Beginning of Chapter Three-Conclusion

After the three girls and Corey headed out of the bar and were heading home for that night…

“Arrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhh! GET OFF ME!!!!!!! ARGH!”Corey Fields screamed in terror as Amy pounced on top of him, trying to attack him by trying to catch one of his veins she had seen which was at the time on the left side of his neck. Since it was already dark outside, Lucinda and Janice tried pulling Amy away from their friend, they were unsuccessful because they were both tossed aside with her arms and hands after they saw Amy’s face change from normal to a 1,300 year-old vampire. All of a sudden, they saw me coming up the dark, cold night and when Amy saw me, she witnessed me aiming a bow and arrow at her.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,… Carly, Carly, Carly…” Amy said to me as she had her red eyes cast upon her two friends, who were now her enemies as well as on me. “Are you the one who’s gonna try and rescue Corey here?”

“Yes, I am, and I will. Go find someone else to make one of you.” In an instance, I quickly ran over to her nemesis and immediately began a battle with her. I violently pulled Amy off from Corey and after I was strong enough to move him of the way, I continued to battle with her again, threatening her with my bow and arrow. When I pulled out one of my bows and aimed for her with my arrow, I unfortunately missed because of the way she was running by so fast.

The two of us battled it out for about a half an hour or so until I was able to use one of my wooden stakes and struck it into her heart. Before this was done, we both killed one another because not only did Amy strike me first, I struck her back with the feather her father gave to her hard into her lower torso and the two of us bled and died at the same time.

The End

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