hey, i was going to try to collaborate on this one, but i'm thinking about just adding it to my ever-growing list of story ideas to write sometime in da future. I wrote this up a couple days ago. Tell me wat u think. Its a rough draft i wrote in like 10 mins and posted so plz dont comment about grammar and stuff, just tell me if if sounds like it could go somewhere 3nodding
as of rite now i am just writing random scenes, but I will eventually connect them all into a story. tell me what you think so far biggrin
The sounds of claws ripping through the flesh of the giant trees that surrounded me carried through the air. Vicious blood curdling snarls ripped through my ears. Bloodlust tainted thegrim air. All these only pushed my tiny legs to run harder. My feet bled more with each crash onto the rough terrain. My gown was a wine red, no parts of the original white gown remained, I was in pain all over. I felt my lungs swelling with each short breath and contracting even tighter with each exhale. My head was spinning from the lack of oxygen, my eyesight blurred. Why did I keep running? Was my life so significant to me? No, not mine. I would give up my life at any moment then travail through such pain only to see the same ending, my death. But I couldn’t give in, not yet. There was something more dear to me than my own life, something I would pay a thousand years of torment for. I squeezed the bundle of blankets to my chest even tighter and pushed my legs even harder. I couldn’t give up, not yet. There was another life who was more important to me than mine. A tiny life, new to this world. A life that meant more to me than my own. Not my life, but the life that only true love could have ever created. My bundle of blankets, my heart, my soul, my life, my death…my daughter.
Some say even the most blessed are cursed. Born in the perfect world, perfect parents, perfect beauty, perfect love. But perfection can unravel just as quick as death can appear. My baby would be brought into the perfect life. I was in love with the most handsome man in all of Castel, I had inheirited wealth from my parents, I was beautiful, kind, everything a child could want would await him or her in this new life. But, even the most blessed are cursed. Born into this perfect world was the perfect child. But her perfection was certainly a curse. Born with bright eyes, a beating heart, curly brown hair, she was the fairest child in Castel. But, there were other things, she had that slightly odd yet strangely familiar glint in her eyes, sharp canines, angled features, she was a vampire. Now in our society in Castel, it was quite common to see a vampire. Of course, there were some who drank blood, but they were killed off years ago. Then there are others who hunt down rogue vampires. Obviously it takes a vampire to catch a vampire, and it takes even more to kill one. But we also have special vampires who are born with gifts. A single bite of these gifted ones can cure any illness, convert a murderer to a peaceful citizen, or even tell the future. But there was something wrong when a child was born with both human and vampire traits. That meant two things, the death of the vampire parent who made love with the human, and the hybrid child—my heart.
It was at times like these when I was grateful for the curse that was bestowed upon me at birth, the speed and strength of a vampire, despite otherwise human characteristics. Had it not been for this curse, both my child and myself would be dead by now. I silently thanked God for the curse he had bestowed upon me, for it was truly a blessing at this moment. However, I only wished that he had not bestowed my curse on my daughter as well. This hybrid birth was such a rarity, had they found out about my curse, I would have been dead long ago, but my mother did a grand job of hiding the fact that I coughed up blood instead of drank it, and that I had the abilities of a vampire, but the appearance of a human, and even the fact that I grew wings whenever the sense of falling entered my mind. In this cursed world I was born into, the rare birth of a Saint should be great, however, the same kingdom that we are so loyal to is the same kingdom that pursues me at this very moment, in hopes of dissecting me and my child in hopes of finding our secrets to immortality.
as of rite now i am just writing random scenes, but I will eventually connect them all into a story. tell me what you think so far biggrin
The sounds of claws ripping through the flesh of the giant trees that surrounded me carried through the air. Vicious blood curdling snarls ripped through my ears. Bloodlust tainted thegrim air. All these only pushed my tiny legs to run harder. My feet bled more with each crash onto the rough terrain. My gown was a wine red, no parts of the original white gown remained, I was in pain all over. I felt my lungs swelling with each short breath and contracting even tighter with each exhale. My head was spinning from the lack of oxygen, my eyesight blurred. Why did I keep running? Was my life so significant to me? No, not mine. I would give up my life at any moment then travail through such pain only to see the same ending, my death. But I couldn’t give in, not yet. There was something more dear to me than my own life, something I would pay a thousand years of torment for. I squeezed the bundle of blankets to my chest even tighter and pushed my legs even harder. I couldn’t give up, not yet. There was another life who was more important to me than mine. A tiny life, new to this world. A life that meant more to me than my own. Not my life, but the life that only true love could have ever created. My bundle of blankets, my heart, my soul, my life, my death…my daughter.
Some say even the most blessed are cursed. Born in the perfect world, perfect parents, perfect beauty, perfect love. But perfection can unravel just as quick as death can appear. My baby would be brought into the perfect life. I was in love with the most handsome man in all of Castel, I had inheirited wealth from my parents, I was beautiful, kind, everything a child could want would await him or her in this new life. But, even the most blessed are cursed. Born into this perfect world was the perfect child. But her perfection was certainly a curse. Born with bright eyes, a beating heart, curly brown hair, she was the fairest child in Castel. But, there were other things, she had that slightly odd yet strangely familiar glint in her eyes, sharp canines, angled features, she was a vampire. Now in our society in Castel, it was quite common to see a vampire. Of course, there were some who drank blood, but they were killed off years ago. Then there are others who hunt down rogue vampires. Obviously it takes a vampire to catch a vampire, and it takes even more to kill one. But we also have special vampires who are born with gifts. A single bite of these gifted ones can cure any illness, convert a murderer to a peaceful citizen, or even tell the future. But there was something wrong when a child was born with both human and vampire traits. That meant two things, the death of the vampire parent who made love with the human, and the hybrid child—my heart.
It was at times like these when I was grateful for the curse that was bestowed upon me at birth, the speed and strength of a vampire, despite otherwise human characteristics. Had it not been for this curse, both my child and myself would be dead by now. I silently thanked God for the curse he had bestowed upon me, for it was truly a blessing at this moment. However, I only wished that he had not bestowed my curse on my daughter as well. This hybrid birth was such a rarity, had they found out about my curse, I would have been dead long ago, but my mother did a grand job of hiding the fact that I coughed up blood instead of drank it, and that I had the abilities of a vampire, but the appearance of a human, and even the fact that I grew wings whenever the sense of falling entered my mind. In this cursed world I was born into, the rare birth of a Saint should be great, however, the same kingdom that we are so loyal to is the same kingdom that pursues me at this very moment, in hopes of dissecting me and my child in hopes of finding our secrets to immortality.
