~Author's note~
Hello there, this is the beginning of the new story I'm writing. I realize this story may get quite Buffy-ish but believe me I'm doing my best trying to keep the two separate (it doesn't help that a buffy fic may soon be in the works from me, hehe). Anyway I hope you like it, and I worship reviewers, hehe. On with the story.
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Let me tell you something about my world, it may look calm and peaceful, appear beautiful and serene, but it's chaos itself. Deafening screams go unheard, unnoticed. Waves of panic, of complete terror constantly ripple through our lives. Death leisurely strolls among us each day, with one mere point of his pale bony finger sealing our fate. But the Jellicles and Pollicles of this world simply turn a blind eye to his dark presence. How I despise their blissful ignorance and yet it is the one thing I envy most about them.
Unbeknownst to the large majority of the Jellicle and Pollicle population, things that can only be described as creatures from your deepest darkest nightmares walk the earth. Vampires, zombies, countless demons, everything you've ever thought could possibly exist in the dead of night, but have been reassured otherwise by the calming light of the sun.
So, I hear you ask, what's to stop these demons from simply taking over? To balance out a force of evil there must be force for good, right? That force is the Lutadors dos vampires. They are the Jellicles who must face the vampires and demons, those who dedicate their lives to saving the world everyday. They are the Jellicles who are brave and strong, and never have any thought for themselves while they are saving others. That's what you would think, wouldn't you? Well maybe that would be the case in a perfect world. You only have to scratch the surface to see that this world is far from perfect.
Close in on the junkyard, a gathering place of a group of Jellicles. This is no ordinary group, they are the few who recognise the grave dangers that face this world and are prepared to fight evil no matter the cost to themselves. They are the gifted, the mystical and the ordinary.
And who am I? That is a question I've asked so often of myself. I am death. I am hope. I am power.
Hello there, this is the beginning of the new story I'm writing. I realize this story may get quite Buffy-ish but believe me I'm doing my best trying to keep the two separate (it doesn't help that a buffy fic may soon be in the works from me, hehe). Anyway I hope you like it, and I worship reviewers, hehe. On with the story.
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Let me tell you something about my world, it may look calm and peaceful, appear beautiful and serene, but it's chaos itself. Deafening screams go unheard, unnoticed. Waves of panic, of complete terror constantly ripple through our lives. Death leisurely strolls among us each day, with one mere point of his pale bony finger sealing our fate. But the Jellicles and Pollicles of this world simply turn a blind eye to his dark presence. How I despise their blissful ignorance and yet it is the one thing I envy most about them.
Unbeknownst to the large majority of the Jellicle and Pollicle population, things that can only be described as creatures from your deepest darkest nightmares walk the earth. Vampires, zombies, countless demons, everything you've ever thought could possibly exist in the dead of night, but have been reassured otherwise by the calming light of the sun.
So, I hear you ask, what's to stop these demons from simply taking over? To balance out a force of evil there must be force for good, right? That force is the Lutadors dos vampires. They are the Jellicles who must face the vampires and demons, those who dedicate their lives to saving the world everyday. They are the Jellicles who are brave and strong, and never have any thought for themselves while they are saving others. That's what you would think, wouldn't you? Well maybe that would be the case in a perfect world. You only have to scratch the surface to see that this world is far from perfect.
Close in on the junkyard, a gathering place of a group of Jellicles. This is no ordinary group, they are the few who recognise the grave dangers that face this world and are prepared to fight evil no matter the cost to themselves. They are the gifted, the mystical and the ordinary.
And who am I? That is a question I've asked so often of myself. I am death. I am hope. I am power.