AN hey so I thought I would write a short set of one shot stories thanks to authors such as hyahya who's blood bites I am obsessed with! I wrote this as a short story for English class as we had to write stories with a twist to them and I thought of yd so I wrote this skipping any yd references so here is the full story.
Enjoy!
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He sat, just sat. The cold, damp wetness of the earth below him seeping through his think leathers, he had been sitting in the one place. He looked up to the dark sky above him, it was illuminated by bright, dancing lights of many colours, weaving in and out of each other in blissful co-existence, the full moon was visible only on occasion when the lights danced away from it but it would disappear just as quickly as it appeared when this lights danced in front of it. Realisation had dawned on him only a mere moon ago, what had happened at the guild made realisation dawn on him, he knew the truth, what had really happened. He wanted to deny what had happened next, oh how he wanted to deny it but he simply couldn't, no matter how had he tried he could never deny it because the blood was quite literally on his hands and he couldn't get it off, the grass somehow intensified the Scarlet liquid on his pale hands, the hands used in murder.
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He was happy to have him back as a friend, he couldn't deny it, life or rather unlife had been different without him. That's why he invited him to the ball, how did he know what would happen to the one person he could call close, the one person who would defend his honour on the rare time that it was required.
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The room was a strong mixture of black and red, deep brown floorboards were almost completely covered by a woven scarlet and rose colour cotton rug that in its rectangular shape missed almost none of the soft wood floor. The dead oak woo that looked more black than brown on the walls were covered with intranet designed mostly with Dracula crests or with the crest of the grand high vampire. The room was alight with rows upon rows of black candles, their flames almost fully red and at the end of the Far East wall, placed in the center, a grand fire place burning strontium oxide creating pure, bright red flames giving the black wooden walls a red glow that represented the glowing red that poured out from the Dracula blood mirror. The sight was mesmerising to the mere eye of either vampire or breather.
Suddenly a sent of food drew its self to athe youngest vampires senses, he was the first to smell it but how he knew he wouldn't be the last. Suddenly the whole hall burst out with hisses and growls, a small, insignificant yelp was heard by the room as the smell intensified. One of the vampires could be seen stalking towards the helpless breather but just as was letting out a relieved breath, the vampire bared his four, sharp fangs at him.
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Vladimir almost shivered at the memory, he had almost no recollection of what had happened next, the small part he could never forget, he was unable to even admit to himself. He had become what he had always dreaded, a monster.
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The rise began to the east of Vlad, the bright, colourful lights disappearing from his sight as the sky filled with oranges and reds. He attempted moving but found that he was stuck mentally to the green, green grass below him. All he could do was wait till sunrise.
A/N sorry if its really short I wrote it on my phone with no world count