Joss McMillan was standing in the hallway peeking into his sister,Cecile's room after hearing strange noises coming from there. What he saw was something that made his blood run cold and freeze in shock and fear. A shadowed man stood above his little sister and she looked white as snow. The only hint of color on her skin was a thin red liquid that ran down her neck onto her bed sheets. Joss had backed up and hit the wall that was across his sister's room. The man being aware of his presence now.
Turned and looked at him. Licking the red substance off his lips and staring at the young boy. Slowly walking towards the boy and slightly knelt in front of him. "You were not suppose to see this or me. So forget my face. Forget." He said, smirking and pressed a finger to the young boys temple, a scream erupting from his throat. Joss woke up with a start and he was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat.
Running a hand through his hair. It had been years since he had that dream. He was a slayer now. Had been for a few years though becoming a slayer was rough. At only thirteen he endured what slayer the age of eighteen would start learning. He pulled his knees up and rest his elbows on them, his head in his hands. Sighing. It pained him to remember that. To remember a vampire took his sister from him. he could have just given up on being a slayer but the reason he was. Was to kill the damn vampire who took his precious sister away.
I know it's short it;s only a prolog anyway. But still wish to know what you think.
This is from The Slayer Chronicles, but of course they don't have a damn thing for it and I'm not sure how to create it so for know it be in the Vlad Tod section.