Post by Lost-In-Flames on Apr 15, 2013 20:13:54 GMT -5
I am going to give you a chance to include a character of your own in my story, including the next big events. I want this to be fun, and popular for all of us.
Deep beneath the surface of every lie, there is a truth just as dangerous. For every undercover action, one seen is just as stealthy. Most importantly, for every powerful living being.. there is an even more powerful cadaverous one. Dead, stiff, lifeless, cold. Left in the ground to rot, to never be seen by anyone ever again. In this world, there is no god. No peace, and nothing but horror. When the dead were tired of being shoved into the ground, six feet under they would say, it went to hell. As if there was any other. Of course there are other worlds, those not so dangerous, not so threatening. Some begin to wonder, is it worth it? Are we better off dead? To become the monster we run from is like running from a terrifying past, eventually, it just catches up.
Moaning filled the awful place of Arua, both of pleasant, and of pain. Which depended on whether you were one of the life sucking killers, or to be bred for more breeding and food. In the nurseries of the world, there is no love, except in the stories told by mothers to give tiny strands of hope to their children, and the love very few of the mothers actually behold for their young.
We are simply bred, then shipped off to be either workers, breeders, or dinner. Very simple world we live in. You really get use to the screams of the village, but something was different on one particular day of the terror.
A fourteen year old girl was being trained in the arena to be a soldier, a slave to do the vampires' dirty work. Elvira Riley Pearson. Everyone knew she was special. She had much more agility, endurance, and intelligence then any other human there. She was also beyond beautiful, like one of the godly looking vampires.
Elvira was very good at everything she did, and the head of the vampires, Rumiere Vladac had promised her a full life as long as she cooperated. She was much needed in this village.
She spun on her heel, raising her sword about her head, and slicing off the head of yet another one of her helpless victims. Blood spray drenched her black hair, in crimson stain, not like it hadn't happened hundreds of times before. She had killed just as many as the vampires, and she didn't plan on doing it forever.
Elvira was worse than any ruthless assassin. She was told to have no heart, no conscious, and no forgiveness. Her soul, every fiber of her being was dark, utter, and in icy pits of destruction. Her way black hair went all the way down her back, putting a veil over her face, and her curves. Her eyes were icy blue. Icier than icy blue. They were so cold, if you stared at her eyes to long, some even thought you might freeze.
She put her silver sword away. Given to her by Rumiere himself. Her lips formed a grim, emotionless line, as she stalked off to her quarters.
Every human respected Elvira.. well, it was either that, or be killed. Most vampires respected the young girl as well. Her pale skin, slender frame, and high cheekbones gave her a very innocent look, but she was anything but the sort.
A small child, of about seven bumped into Elvira, looking up to see her bloodstained hair. He ran in the opposite direction. She shrugged, looking around to see the child had no mother around.
She sighed, before bumping into me. My dark, almost black, brown eyes scanned her over through my black hair. Elvira took a step back, "watch where you are going," she growled at the me. Which I returned with a smirk, "please, like I am scared of you" I snarled, pushing her back.
Elvira snapped around and landed a solid punch to my stomach, which did nothing. I smiled, "that the best you got little girl?" I growled, standing there solidly.
Elvira smirked, "fine, how about this," she said before standing on her tiptoes, and brushing her lips against my own. "What the hell? Go to your quarters human," I growled, in which she walked toward.
Elvira wiped her lips, brushing her teeth multiple times after that particular encounter. That was disgusting, my lips were.. they were cold, and she couldn't get over that. My platinum white hair fell back over my eye as I shuffled up to my room.
Waking From Beneath
Deep beneath the surface of every lie, there is a truth just as dangerous. For every undercover action, one seen is just as stealthy. Most importantly, for every powerful living being.. there is an even more powerful cadaverous one. Dead, stiff, lifeless, cold. Left in the ground to rot, to never be seen by anyone ever again. In this world, there is no god. No peace, and nothing but horror. When the dead were tired of being shoved into the ground, six feet under they would say, it went to hell. As if there was any other. Of course there are other worlds, those not so dangerous, not so threatening. Some begin to wonder, is it worth it? Are we better off dead? To become the monster we run from is like running from a terrifying past, eventually, it just catches up.
Moaning filled the awful place of Arua, both of pleasant, and of pain. Which depended on whether you were one of the life sucking killers, or to be bred for more breeding and food. In the nurseries of the world, there is no love, except in the stories told by mothers to give tiny strands of hope to their children, and the love very few of the mothers actually behold for their young.
We are simply bred, then shipped off to be either workers, breeders, or dinner. Very simple world we live in. You really get use to the screams of the village, but something was different on one particular day of the terror.
A fourteen year old girl was being trained in the arena to be a soldier, a slave to do the vampires' dirty work. Elvira Riley Pearson. Everyone knew she was special. She had much more agility, endurance, and intelligence then any other human there. She was also beyond beautiful, like one of the godly looking vampires.
Elvira was very good at everything she did, and the head of the vampires, Rumiere Vladac had promised her a full life as long as she cooperated. She was much needed in this village.
She spun on her heel, raising her sword about her head, and slicing off the head of yet another one of her helpless victims. Blood spray drenched her black hair, in crimson stain, not like it hadn't happened hundreds of times before. She had killed just as many as the vampires, and she didn't plan on doing it forever.
Elvira was worse than any ruthless assassin. She was told to have no heart, no conscious, and no forgiveness. Her soul, every fiber of her being was dark, utter, and in icy pits of destruction. Her way black hair went all the way down her back, putting a veil over her face, and her curves. Her eyes were icy blue. Icier than icy blue. They were so cold, if you stared at her eyes to long, some even thought you might freeze.
She put her silver sword away. Given to her by Rumiere himself. Her lips formed a grim, emotionless line, as she stalked off to her quarters.
Every human respected Elvira.. well, it was either that, or be killed. Most vampires respected the young girl as well. Her pale skin, slender frame, and high cheekbones gave her a very innocent look, but she was anything but the sort.
A small child, of about seven bumped into Elvira, looking up to see her bloodstained hair. He ran in the opposite direction. She shrugged, looking around to see the child had no mother around.
She sighed, before bumping into me. My dark, almost black, brown eyes scanned her over through my black hair. Elvira took a step back, "watch where you are going," she growled at the me. Which I returned with a smirk, "please, like I am scared of you" I snarled, pushing her back.
Elvira snapped around and landed a solid punch to my stomach, which did nothing. I smiled, "that the best you got little girl?" I growled, standing there solidly.
Elvira smirked, "fine, how about this," she said before standing on her tiptoes, and brushing her lips against my own. "What the hell? Go to your quarters human," I growled, in which she walked toward.
Elvira wiped her lips, brushing her teeth multiple times after that particular encounter. That was disgusting, my lips were.. they were cold, and she couldn't get over that. My platinum white hair fell back over my eye as I shuffled up to my room.
