Okay...okay...
OKAY!!
I have no freaking clue how to drop the file for my first chapter onto E-Mail...so I'll have to type the whole damn thing...DAMN. IT. ALL.
I used specific fonts for Tamerlane and Ikol's parts. I can't find them on this thingy with the limited fonts. So I'll just put little signs before each change of veiw.
IF ANYBODY WHO READS THIS STEALS IT IN ANY FORM I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND BEAT YOUR THIEVING ASS SO BADLY PLASTIC SURGERY COULDN'T SAVE YOUR FACE!!
GOT IT!?!
Just needed to get that out of the way. I'm very protective of what's mine.

Onward to the story!
Child of Day/ Creature of Night
(insert pen name here)
Chapter 1: Shadows and Sunshine
(Ikol's POV)
I can see the fear in his eyes. That pure look of terror as I use my powers to hold him in place. I take one of his hands and expose the wrist. The veins stand out, pulsing and pumping with blood. Sweet, delicious, needed blood.
As I move the wrist to my mouth I say, "Don't hate me. I do this only because I've no time to hunt rats. And they don't taste very good anyway."
The man faints. That's good. The less resistiance, the quicker my meal. My fangs cut into the soft flesh and the necter wine of life flows past my gums. I remove my mouth as soon as his heartbeat begins to slow. I lick my lips, drag the body into the trash pile, and bury it with, what else, trash. I know the body will be found in a day or two.
Tammy will probably chew my ear off in the morning...Ah well! I run back home over the rooftops and settle into bed, letting Tammy regain control before settling into a satisfied sleep.
(Tamerlane's POV)
The thing I hate most about Ikol, is that when he takes over, I see EVERYTHING he does. As the sunlight beams down on my face, I reluctantly wake up, still tasting blood on my lips. "IKOL!" I shriek in my head. "What have I told you about feeding!?"
His sarcastic, se la vie, who-give-a-good-godamned voice answers back in my head. "Not to do it without telling you first." It's routine for us now. Ikol goes out to feed onee a month, and this happens every now and then.
"Don't give me your apathetic attitde Ikol! You went out without telling me! Every few months you pull crap like this!" I don't really speak like tis out loud, but for Ikol, I will curse badly enough to make a sailor blush.
"Okay, okay!" He says. "If I said I'm sorry, would you stop yelling? It bothers me me when you yell ike that." One of the few things he's honest about.
"Maybe I wouldn't yell if you just tried to look before you leaped."
Ikol murmurred something I didn't quite catch. "What did you say?" I ask him.
He hesitated before replying. A rare moment. "I said 'I'm sorry'. I don't mean to be forgetful like that."
I sighed out loud and said, "I know, I know. It's okay to be forgetful. At least today's Saturday."
On that note, I shut Ikol out of my thoughts and procede to get out of bed and pick out clean clothes to wear. Nothing fancy, shirt, tan pants, matching vest and my trademark black boots. My accesory for the day is a red scarf my mom bought for me last Christmas. I tie it in a bow around my neck and set it under my colar.
My style is...well, take a little thrift store chic, add a dash of prep and sprinkle it with a personal touch, and you get the general idea.
Ikol calls me 'Tammy'. It's short-hand for my real name: Tamerlane. My full name is Tamerlane Azusa Vique. My mom is Mo-kina Chiron Vique. I never met my dad. Mom says he died before I was born. I've seen pictures of him. He and I both have soft brunette hair and tapered noses. My mother gave me her violet eyes, light, rosy complexion, and all-around tomboy nature.
AND THAT"S ALL YOU"RE GETTING FOR NOW.
So...what do you think? THe whole of chapter one is four printer pages long. This was what was on the first page. I have four questions:
1. Like it or hate it?
2. Wanna see more?
3. Got any suggestions?
4. Do you think I'll really hunt you down if you try to steal my work? 'Cause if you don't...YOU ARE SADLY MISTAKEN.
AND NO STEALING MY CHARACTERS!!

I WORKED HARD TO GET THEM HOW I WANTED THEM.
Ranting and threats aside, I really want to know what you think! As a budding author, any reviews and advice you can give is welcome.