Just a little story i wrote, feel free to video reply and make the story go on.
She was standing there.
Tears were running down her face.
What had she done this time. She knew she had to.
It wasnt a choice. So young but still all grown up.
It was something she was meant to do.
But it hurt just as much every time.
She might not be human but some part of her still felt
the pain of seeing someone slip away.
She knew they didnt die. They always came back.
But as what. A figment of something she was a part of making.
She was a really cute girl, until 3 years ago. It all changed.
Suddenly her hair went black. Her eyes always looked dead.
She was still a beauty but one that knew could see that
something was not right.She was fit, her hair reach to the
middle of her back. Her eyes looked pale blue. Her lips
were to die for, and many had. Her skin was so pale,
so flawless. She always had on a thight bloodred dress.
It reached just above her knees. She always liked her
body in that dress. Made her look sexy and made her feel sexy.
Only 18 years old but with knowledge that went so far beyond.
She resembled a stripper there she was standing.
Her high heel boots made her look tall. Maybe she was trying
to look older. And leaning against the side of the building she
looked like a hooker waiting for her next buy.
She needed them so much, she hoped they
didnt feel anything. Well if they did they wouldnt remember.
She turned around and walked out onto the street.
Something had gotten her attention.
There was a fight going on somewhere.
She could hear it. But it could be so far.
She could smell the blood.
It had to be close enough for her to find it.
She needed to see.
Maybe just maybe there would be something for her.
She wanted it. So much easier than when they were awake.
She called them easy drains. With them she didnt feel sad after.
She just felt she did something to help. Cause without her they would die.
She walked around looking for where they were.
She couldnt find them, she did get around fast enough.
She had to hurry. She could feel it ending.
Lightly she felt her feet over the ground.
She knew what was coming. She felt it. It was still some
pain with it but this time it was needed. She was changing.
So she could get around a little easier. Becoming the flying one.
A raven. So black she looked blue. And so beautiful.
So slick and easy. They didnt see her coming. She landed
on the roof close to them. Looking to see the strongest one leave.
Then again changing, leaping of the roof down to him. Looking at him.
He was almost done for. But she could do it. She went back to herself
knowing when she was done having to change again. Leaning over him
she saw his eyes. They were so dark brown almost black. This one
would be a pleasure to save and take. She liked the way he looked
and knew he would fit her perfectly. Taking him real slow, feeling the taste.
She loved it. She now knew she had to get away fast.
But she was going to find him again some time.
Her powers made that possible. She could follow him where ever he went.
By smell and sound. She could feel him. She only did that to the ones she wanted.
And they were not many. But this one was special. She felt like she knew him.
From a long time ago. Oh why couldnt she remember all that was befor.
He looked her age, maybe a few years older. But he was so wonderful, so handsome.
She wanted him. For once she wanted someone to learn from and to teach to.
She had always been alone. Kicked out on the street at the age of 11.
Here deal with it yourself they said. Yes she called them they.
She couldnt bring herself to call them what was normal.
Not after all those years living in a hell. This was a sweet relif after all those years.
She liked being out here.
In the darkness of the alleys that was where she belonged.
Where no light could take her. She couldn
Rating: User: Niemor 2007-04-14T15:58:47.623Z
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