Post by Raku on Sept 19, 2007 20:56:01 GMT -5
It had only been two years. Two years that seemed like a full life time. Though in those two years, she could feel herself loose a heartbeat. A soul as many others could refer to it, loose her human self. She was no longer a ninja, nor did she look at herself like one. She was a vampire, the living dead.
It was a dark night when a young brunette ninja was walking through the dense forest, this very forest. The moon was coated with a thick layer of lush clouds, making most sight obscured. The animals sounds shied away, it was too quiet. Not even a cricket dared to sing its nighttime lullaby. The girl became slightly nervous, as she began to see a see blurred in the distance. It was then that her breath was gone. A tall dark shape stood in front of her, his eyes blood red. The girl shrieked in terror as he held her shoulders. His face inclined towards her neck, and within an instant she was laying on the ground. The shadow was gone, as the girl withered in pain. She felt like her neck was on fire, and the pain only turned worse for three days after. She lived in solitude, hiding in a small cave. Later on she finally gained back her subconscious and realized nothing was the same. Her eyes were a liquid topaz, light purple circles were under her eyes, and beauty had been enhanced.
It has been two years since then, as the vampire walked along the same path. Her topaz eyes darted from tree to tree, the world turning silent. Not a single breath had been taken since that day, not a single heartbeat. This story had no happy ending. For if it did, she would be under a gravestone as we speak.
It was a dark night when a young brunette ninja was walking through the dense forest, this very forest. The moon was coated with a thick layer of lush clouds, making most sight obscured. The animals sounds shied away, it was too quiet. Not even a cricket dared to sing its nighttime lullaby. The girl became slightly nervous, as she began to see a see blurred in the distance. It was then that her breath was gone. A tall dark shape stood in front of her, his eyes blood red. The girl shrieked in terror as he held her shoulders. His face inclined towards her neck, and within an instant she was laying on the ground. The shadow was gone, as the girl withered in pain. She felt like her neck was on fire, and the pain only turned worse for three days after. She lived in solitude, hiding in a small cave. Later on she finally gained back her subconscious and realized nothing was the same. Her eyes were a liquid topaz, light purple circles were under her eyes, and beauty had been enhanced.
It has been two years since then, as the vampire walked along the same path. Her topaz eyes darted from tree to tree, the world turning silent. Not a single breath had been taken since that day, not a single heartbeat. This story had no happy ending. For if it did, she would be under a gravestone as we speak.