Hey I know that I haven't written anything for a while but I found this story idea that I created a while ago and I have totally forgotten the ending but I still want to share what I had written so far and see if the idea comes back to me. Thanks For reading and hopefully there will be a chapter one to follow soon=)
Preface
"You must not have any human connections to this world if you are to become one of us," said the man I thought I could trust with my life, but that fact seems to be a lost memory of the past.
"Don't you remember you took care of that personally…" I said as I tried to regaining my composer but I am over come with the thoughts of the life I once had but would never be able to regain, "You took all that was precious from me! You made me into this! And for what? All the stuff I want to do in my life is all out of my grasp and now all I wanted is to die. And now I don't have the chance to do even that. You have converted my soul this far just finish the job so I can spend the rest of eternity taking my revenge on you."
He walks slowly to me with a hesitance in his step. I just stand there willing him to finish his job. I eyed his sheath that I once saw so fascinating and now despise with all my being. As he walks towards me, he slowly removes his blade and raises it up into the air so the moonlight gleams off its smooth surface. He comes to a stop when he is close enough that his blade pierces the skin lying upon my collarbone, he then lowers it until the sharp point is bringing little trickles of blood to the skin right above my heart.
I wait to feel the bitter sting of the blade but I feel nothing, so I look him in the eyes and all I see is reluctance and regret. My body fills with rage and it is so strong that tears begin to pour down my face as I scream, "You are regretting this decision now?! After you've brought me to the point of no return?" He looks away and this catches me off guard and I become senseless, "Damn it! If you won't finish the job I will!" as I say this I grip the blades center and pull it towards my heart. I gasp out in pain but nothing else. I just watch as my tightly grip hands begin to drip blood and the feel of the warm thick liquid run down my back and chest.
I look up at the man I thought I once trusted with my life and see how ironic that statement would be now. He looks down at me and starts twisting the blade within my wound. I gasp out again but would not let myself scream, not now, not in front of him. Once he stops I regain enough strength to continue looking him in the eye, we keep this emotionless eye contact for a couple more seconds until he slowly starts to pull his blade from my flesh, as he does so he says, "The deed is done." Once he has removed his blade completely I force myself to keep standing as I say, "If I ever see you again I will kill you." I then become too weak and fall to the ground surrounded by a pool of my own blood.
All I can see now is his footsteps as he walks away from my dying body. As I close my eyes I softly hear him say, "Goodbye my love."