Monologue Of Brooke Crims

A young infant was brought into the world as the clockhands struck midnight on July 5th 1491. This infant did not cry as it took its first breath nor did it do anything besides sleep.

The child's mother was proud but the father was less so. He wanted a son to carry on the name but had got a daughter instead. He was going to try to get rid of her, I knew it.

The child had soft and fine blonde hair that sat stuck onto her little head. She was pale but not sickly. If she had opened her eyes, her parents would have seen the most beautiful purple eyes.

Strange? I know. I had only seen a few cases like this one before in my whole existence. It was a sign. But for what? I dont know. It had changed in every case but the beholder had always done

Brooke Crims Valder was what her parents called her. Brooke because her mother liked the name, Crims because it was her father's mother's name and Valder because it was the family name.

Brooke had grown into a perfect young lady. Her hair was silky smooth and went down to her waist, it had turned almost a pure white colour. Eyes turned from innocent doe to a cruel vixen. Her lips were once a light pink, were a deep wine red. Her skin was the same pale colour.

She was forces into gowns and corests from the age of 7 and now had a natural hourglass figure. She wore no make up besides a little darker shadow around her eyes. Her gowns were only ever deep blues or

"It is easier to speak German than English, yes?" Her German was perfect as it was her first language with English.

"Defiantly, that is why my English poorer than my German." He replied, easier than last time.

She nodded and walked in. She swiftly walked to the closet full of clothing. She grabbed a strapless black dress that went to her knees in a half skirt. She changed and put light makeup on.

Music was load and booming good song. Nothing like Anaconda or Firework. They had meaning but were great to listen to.

Brooke strutted to the top floor of the club snd saw a fight going on.

"Fight!, fight!, fight!" Could be heard from the dance floor. A werewolf and a ghoul were having a fight.

"ENOUGH!!" Brooke shouted at the pair fighting. It was Ben, a werewolf and Rex, a Ghoul. "Do you all not remember the rules i put in place for this club? Do you?!"

"Rule #3...." They waited for her to calm down slightly.

"No fighting..." They all repeated."Rule #2, no hurting others... Rule #1... No killing or charming."

"Good. Everyone out!" She shouted and waved her hand to the music and it stopped and the light turned to normal. "The club is closing for the