Post by "Ash" Ashley Lee on Jun 29, 2005 0:19:53 GMT -5
I ran through the forest. Nothing went through my mind. Only the hunt. The rush of red hot blood. The lust for the kill hot through my veins as I ran into a forest. A single person ran from me, as if they had a chance, but I wouldn't kill her. No, not at first. I wanted to play. It did not take me long to get tired of this game and finally I grabbed her. She screamed, tears ran down her face as I drank her dry.
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A village burned at my feet. People ran screaming. It was like music. Sweet music. I had already killed many of the villagers with my own hands. Laughter escaped my lips. I looked over to my right and there stood my partner, my sire. He looked upon the destruction with amusement. At least until a kick landed on my side. 'Slayer!' my mind screamed.
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I felt loss. Total loss. My sire was slain. Disboleif filled me, consuming my being. The slayer would pay. She had killed the one who created me. She killed my dark father. She well pay. She shall know suffering. She shall die at my hands. Slowly. She shall be mine.
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"You can come on out now," my voice rang. "It wont hurt. Much." I could sense her. Her heart beat rang through the empty tavern. I knew exactly where she was hiding. "Don't make me come and get you," I said, my voice chilling as I crept to where she was hiding. All at once she came out of her hiding spot her sword at the ready but I caught her throat and pinned her to the opposite wall and threw the sword out of her hand. A dry laugh escaped my mouth but was cut short when a fist contacted with my face. "You well not touch her," a male's voice came. He was the slayer's 'mate'. A half demon. The half demon looked to the pregnent slayer with worry. "Are you alright Annie?"
I woke up with a small yelp. I rolled over and glanced at the clock near the door. It was a bit past 11:30. I let out a groan because I couldn't believe I slept so late. Those flashbacks had felt so real.
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A village burned at my feet. People ran screaming. It was like music. Sweet music. I had already killed many of the villagers with my own hands. Laughter escaped my lips. I looked over to my right and there stood my partner, my sire. He looked upon the destruction with amusement. At least until a kick landed on my side. 'Slayer!' my mind screamed.
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I felt loss. Total loss. My sire was slain. Disboleif filled me, consuming my being. The slayer would pay. She had killed the one who created me. She killed my dark father. She well pay. She shall know suffering. She shall die at my hands. Slowly. She shall be mine.
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"You can come on out now," my voice rang. "It wont hurt. Much." I could sense her. Her heart beat rang through the empty tavern. I knew exactly where she was hiding. "Don't make me come and get you," I said, my voice chilling as I crept to where she was hiding. All at once she came out of her hiding spot her sword at the ready but I caught her throat and pinned her to the opposite wall and threw the sword out of her hand. A dry laugh escaped my mouth but was cut short when a fist contacted with my face. "You well not touch her," a male's voice came. He was the slayer's 'mate'. A half demon. The half demon looked to the pregnent slayer with worry. "Are you alright Annie?"
I woke up with a small yelp. I rolled over and glanced at the clock near the door. It was a bit past 11:30. I let out a groan because I couldn't believe I slept so late. Those flashbacks had felt so real.
