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In the world of vampires, no one can be trusted. No one...not even your loved ones. |
| [Introduction]
This is to be a continuing story about vampires (obviously). And if you don't update within a week, and I notice it, I'm skipping you. I'm sorry, but I wish to keep this moving. I apologize for any inconvenience!
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| The school bell rang. Groups of friends met and gathered to walk home together. The classroom emptied, and Shina picked up her books and walked out alone. As she walked through the hallways, groups of people shared laughs. Pointed fingers and laughs. She was the outcast. Shina was all alone in this world, and she knew it well. She hurried past and ignored the accusing gestures. Running out the door and turning right, she ran through the path she had taken so many times before and stopped at the entrance to the large graveyard. She walked up the small hill towards the largest grave in the cemetary and knelt down beside it. After a couple hours, which passed like minutes in Shina's eyes, the sky darkened, and she knew it was time to get home. She turned around, ready to leave. But she stopped. Someone...or something...had been watching her...she could feel it. |
| She ran. From what, she did not know. She ran. How long she had run was not of concern to her. She ran. But they were catching up. Their speed was great...completely inhuman. And they moved without a sound. Suddenly the sound of wings beating together against the wind was heard. The sound grew closer...and closer...and closer. And then it stopped. They had landed. Now Shina could hear their footsteps beating against the concrete. Still she ran. They caught up...and she could feel their breath on her neck. She looked back in time to see eyes flash a bold yellow, and a flash of a crimson that could only belong to blood. She screamed as large pearly white fangs sunk into the flesh on her neck. The crimson blood dripped down until it splashed on the ground, creating a small red puddle. She lost everything... And then she woke up. |
| She awoke with a start. This dream had occured in her sleep many times lately. But never had it gotten to the point where she thought she needed blood. Never where she tasted it's sweet life, and felt it coursing through her veins. Never had she desired it so...and never had the dream been so real. She crept out of her bed, and realized it was saturday. She left her house in hopes of escaping the environment the dream had been taking place. She turned left and headed for the arcade. Maybe some games could cheer her up. But before she could enter, something stopped her. That wierd sense of someone watching her had happened again. She slowly turned around. Golden yellow eyes peered at her from a white face. The mouth was twisted into a kind of smirk, and the man to whom these features belonged looked at her with a longing...a desire of some sort. And then it occured to her. This man looked familiar. This was the man. The man with fangs...who changed Shina's whole life with one touch in her dream. Or...was it a reality? |
| She wanted to scream. She silently begged that she would be able to make some sound to alert others of her agony. But none were found. For what seemed like mere minutes, she flew with him, until he spoke. "Shina..." his voice was soothing, and somehow, she fell asleep. How one falls asleep when flying high above the buildings of the small town in which she lives remains unknown. She slept for hours, and the man flew past the stars, across the moon, and landed softly in front of a small warehouse. Shina didn't stir. |
| I woked up trying to see where I was at. I didn't reconize what had happened to me. I knew something had happened and my neck throbbed with pain. I wonder who was the male and what he wanted from me. I couldn't think with the pounding in my head. I tried closing my eyes, but the pain was still to great to bare. |
| These thoughts entered Shina's mind as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Those few times she was somewhat awake, she felt as if she was floating; drifting in a place between the hell called reality and some imaginary land. The pain in her neck was still there. She closed her eyes only to find that she had opened them in real life. She realized that the agony in her neck was gone. Raising a hand to where she had felt it, she sighed. What was going on? Where was she? |
| I had started to panic. I just wished I knew were I was. Here I am by myself in this strange place. My parents would be wondering where the hell I am at. I looked around the room I was in. It was a small room. It had a bed, a desk, and a bookshelf. It looked slightly familiar, but yet I couldn't figure it out. Where the hell was I? Who was the person that took me away? |
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