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REDWALL64, at your service.Edit

Current bureaucrat of this wiki. :) Got it through adoption and is currently still trying to improve it.

As of March 2013, I have yet to continue reading the books, since I started getting really busy (I'm currently in med school, so that's no surprise). I will try reading this summer again and will be back to further improve the articles here. ;)

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• Potter • Greek Demigods • Ascendance • Inheritance • Divergent • THG • Pendragon •
• TWD • OUAT • TVD • Castle • Nikita •  PLL • Community • Arrow •
• Avatar •
• .hack • FF • Tales •  Trails • 
• and many more! • 

Hiya.Edit

So,... hi. I'm just a girl trapped in a wall. All in Red. But my world is Blue..

o.O

..Okay?

Lol, okay so..

My StoryEdit

Redwall64 is the main protagonist of her life. Redwall is the usual pen name she uses on several sites to hide her true identity, to keep her safe from her immortal pursuers.

Once a young, very normal mundane human, 17-year-old Redwall was turned into a vampire by a former suitor who, distressed by the lack of attention and jealousy of her lover, bit her and ran away in panic and anger. Fleeing from her hometown, a place we can call the Sweat Lands, from her relatives, unable to face them, she flew back to the country she grew up in, which we will call The Sandbox, telling her parents that she misses them and needs to be with them for the holiday. Once there, she never got the chance to meet up with her chauffeur as she met a fellow vampire who could help her. She brought her to their lair where she was welcomed, despite her past.

Two years has passed and she has come to embrace her life as a vampire. Returning to her country, she rides her demon-energy-run motorcycle to watch her past lover from afar who, over the years, barely changed but seems much more melancholic. After allowing him to get a glimpse of her watching him as he leaves through their school gate, she finds herself both pleased and sorry when she sees the mixed emotions that flashed on the boy's, no, the man's face. The man who was no longer, and can never be, hers.

For days, she continues this, noticing that her past lover has become more wary, as if waiting to see her again. Once, as she exits a bookstore at the street corner right across her ex-boyfriend's school parking lot, he gets another glimpse of her as she walks away with a book in her hand, beaming. This time, determined not to let her go, follows her, screaming her name, forgetting about the motorcycle of which engine he had just turned on, dropping his helmet along the way. The girl, pretending not to hear him, turns another corner, with the boy right behind him. As he turns the corner, he ends up in a dark alley. A dead end. But she was nowhere to be found.

In reality, she was already on the building's roof, sitting at the corner, weeping silently behind her newly purchased hardbound, her head hard against the stone support. She later regains her composure and rides her motorcycle down onto the ground. It was getting dark and as she drives down to the park two blocks from the building where she parked, she runs back to the bookstore to get a bookmark. This time, as she walks back to the park, she immediately wears her balaclava over her head, leaving only her eyes exposed. As she gets back to the park, she sees a man sitting on the bench below a tree, his feet up and his head bowed down. Unable to see the face beneath the shadows, she mounts her motor. Taking one last glance at the man, now sitting up, she realizes that it is still his ex-boyfriend. About to panic, she remembers the mask over her head and grins.

Although she realizes soon later, her ex-boyfriend partly recognized her eyes. He calls out her name. She nonchalantly continues to watch him as she puts on her modular helmet. As she buckles the straps of her helmet, she winks once, and the boy's eyebrows meet. She leans forward as he stands up, then starts to walk toward her slowly. She drives away, a frown in her face hidden by her mask and helmet.