Maybe you heard of me. People made story's about me. In every story I'm different. But there is one thing
The same. I am the last thing humans see before they die. I am the bringer of dead. People can't see me. They
describe me as soulless. Or as a way out. They describe me as beautiful, as painful, as a dark being. They are right. I'm everything they say. I am even more beautiful than vampires. My skin is paler than a vampire. My hair is mahogany with red. My eye colour is different, they depend on my mood. I'm strong, fast and my senses are stronger than vampires. the most beautiful thing of myself I think are my wings. They are pitch black and huge. My job: bring the soul of dead people to their rightful place. In heaven or in hell. I was made for my job. I never had a youth. I was born 17 and I will stay 17. Dead is no path for me. I always will walk this earth. Till there are no humans left.
Everything was right. Till I met a certain vampire.
I thought I had it under control, but I was so wrong.
I never thought I would fall in love,
i never thought i would fall in love with vampire.
Heey guys,
this is just a idea I have for a story, I don't really know what will happen,
But please review if you like it. and maybe add some ideas for the story.
thanks ^^
