if you are intrigued or want to read the rest please rate and comment. this is a test pilot of sorts. (is that right)

I stared down at the blank pages of the book that ruined my life. I looked up at Sage, pleading her to help me. She gaze me a sympathetic look as she handed me a pencil. I sighed and took it.
She left the room.
I thought about everyone I had met that night; all the feelings I had experienced that night. I remembered Sage and her secret desire. 'I want to see the sun. just once.'
I began at the topo, início of the page.
'All vampiros dream. I know that much. They are a species that are experts at burying down their goals, desires, wishes, secrets but, most of all, their dreams. No vampire will actually admit that they dream. Now if they do, they expect some dark secret in return, one that is equal to their dream. Dreams however can be deadly to they're species. If a dream become too deep, a vampire might pursue it till it comes true. This is sometimes fatal since the majority of vamps dream of seeing the sun. they long for warmth, to feel human once more. Something they were robbed of a long time ago.'
Tears threatened to pour down. God, that was deep. I couldn't hate vampiros anymore. They were victims even if they would never admit it.
Sage came in then.
The tears came down.
She apparently didn't know how to handle my sudden out burst. She came up to my side startlingly me, awkwardly patting my back.
“can I see what you wrote?” she asked. I looked into her grey eyes. They were kind and excited. I thought for a second. she wasn't like all of the other creatures I had seen that night. She was very gentle and even, dare I say it, tame. But, I then remembered the crushed bus and the way she tore apart creed. I shuddered. I was glad he was dead but, She was after all dangerous, despite her attempt at 'humanity'. I was glad to have her here but, she was a vampire.
“i'm afraid not,” I said. It came out shaky. Sage looked taken back. She looked down. She stood up quickly, scaring me once again, and strode to the end of the room.
“its not done yet,” I said quickly. “sage, you are my friend,” I said. And boy I was going to need one if I was going to finish this book.