Eye of the Midnight Storm: The Paths That Merge

by Rogue Angel Barton

In the world surrounded by darkness, eight women can make a difference in this world. However when their paths cross with some of the most feared creatures in the world, their lives turn upside down. It's up! It's up! I've UPDATED FOR REAL AFTER A YEAR!

1. Destined

~*~*~ Eye of the Midnight Storm~*~*~

By: Rogue Angel Barton

:: Sitting in huge armchair in a dark forest with a pale moonlight shining over her and ravens crying in the distance::

:: In vampire/Transylvanian accent::

Velcome vy fellow readers. This is a viction by ve. Please, allow me to drink your blood.

:: ChibiJAde in a raven costume sitting on the left arm of the large blood red arm chair::

ChibiJade: Never more! Never more!

Rage: Vlease excuse me pet daughter. She is as you Americans say... crazy.

: Faith appears in puff of smoke and grin with blood red eyes::

Faith: Vage, I need your blood!

Rage: Take vy pet daughter. She is young and cravy; you may take her Vaith. She is very delicious as you may have guess.

ChibiJAde: Never More, Never More!

Rage: Vy point is made exactly. Vlease take her.

ChibiJAde: I Will live, I will live. NEVER MORE, NEVER MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Faith: She looks Vucky. Her Vlood smells like Pigs. I do not wish to be contaminated by her vile vlood.

Rage: She is more delicious than you will ever know! Her blood is very delicious!

Faith ::back to normal:: But I don't wanna eat her!

Rage :: Back to normal too:: Readers, please Read while I make faith Drink My daughter's Blood.

ChibiJAde: Never More! Never more!!!!!!!

In every generation, a girl is chosen to rid the evil that infests the Earth. It is her destiny, and she must choose to accept it, or evil shall cover the world like a Swarm of Locusts. IT is her destiny to destroy vampires, demons, and whatever else the sinister forces of the underworld decides to hurl at her.

She is destined to live a solitary life, without ever truly experiencing friendship, happiness, passion...or Love. She shall dwell in only pain, grief and anger. She must drift alone though the world, forsaking all love and emotions. She is born to kill, trained to destroy, and will die to protect.

She has no other purpose in life, and must dedicate her whole life to her job. The job is eternal, and at any minute, any second, she shall be called to defend the world.

When one dies, another shall rise to take her place.

She is perfection. She is the soldier, and the destroyer.

She is the only force standing between evil and the world.

She is all things good...

She is faith...

She is the chosen one...

She is...

THE SLAYER.