Title: In the Darkness of the Night
He is a vampire. She is an angel. He is cursed, if he falls in love with anyone he will be slayed, but will he be able to help from falling in love, especially after meeting her?
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The dark night lit up as lightning flashed across both horizons, the moment passing quickly, the pitch-blackness refilling the light. Rain fell heavily; the droplets hitting the cement the only sound heard as the sky lit up once again. The woods seemed to beckon the shadows, warding off any radiance, even from the lightning.
The woman lay on the muddied grass; her thin cloak the only thing covering her frail body. Her eyes lay wide shut, the rain soaking her auburn hair. Her ivory colored wings were gone, replaced with a human back. Her face was like one of a child, her illustrious lips that had an innocence about them. She had eyes like no other, her eyes were violet, the color of a beautiful blooming lilac. Her cheekbones enhanced the daintiness of her neck, on her neck was a faint engraving outline of wings, which symbolized who she was, and what she would be for the rest of her life.
A man lay hidden behind the shadows of the trees. His eyes were pitch black, like the night. His hair, was the color of coal, the hair that hung at shoulder length, falling away from his eyes as the wind set in. His teeth showed no signs of imperfections, his fangs lay outspread, blood falling from the last kill. He desired for more, and he could almost taste the striking woman's blood.
He bounded from the trees, approaching the unconscious woman. He leant down, capturing the woman in his arms; he tilted her so that her neck was revealed to him. He bowed his head, his fangs touching her skin. Just as he was about to plunge his fangs into the woman's neck, he heard a small voice, "Please..have mercy."
He froze, surprise etching his handsome features. He loosened his grip on her so that he was able to see her face. The woman's violet eyes were streaming with tears, tears that looked familiarly like drops of red, the color of blood. His breath caught in his throat, he had never seen such a remarkable specimen, not since…
His face hardened, the neutrality returning. His grip on her arms tightened, his fangs once again growing until it had grown to its full size.
He was about to finish what he had started, when he felt himself being forced backwards, he connected with a tree roughly, his back covered with cuts.
The woman was quick to her feet, hugging her cloak close to her body she whispered, "I'm sorry I had to do that, I wish I didn't have to, but there was no other choice."
He was shocked. He had no clue as to how a woman her size had been able to throw him back twelve feet.
As if being able to read thoughts she locked eyes with him saying, "I have come from heaven to complete a mission, please do not stand in my way."
"You're saying you're an angel? Don't be absurd, they don't exist. I plan on getting a feed, say goodbye to your last moments." Anger flooded his emotions above all.
He began to advance on her. The lightning above him lit the skies once more. He was momentarily blinded by the vividness of the lightning. When the lightning had passed, he looked to find the woman gone; an ivory colored feather left in her place.
He picked the feather up, placing it inside his leather trenchcoat.
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Note: I'm still indecisive as to who the vampire should be, any suggestions?
He is a vampire. She is an angel. He is cursed, if he falls in love with anyone he will be slayed, but will he be able to help from falling in love, especially after meeting her?
~~~~~~~~~~~
The dark night lit up as lightning flashed across both horizons, the moment passing quickly, the pitch-blackness refilling the light. Rain fell heavily; the droplets hitting the cement the only sound heard as the sky lit up once again. The woods seemed to beckon the shadows, warding off any radiance, even from the lightning.
The woman lay on the muddied grass; her thin cloak the only thing covering her frail body. Her eyes lay wide shut, the rain soaking her auburn hair. Her ivory colored wings were gone, replaced with a human back. Her face was like one of a child, her illustrious lips that had an innocence about them. She had eyes like no other, her eyes were violet, the color of a beautiful blooming lilac. Her cheekbones enhanced the daintiness of her neck, on her neck was a faint engraving outline of wings, which symbolized who she was, and what she would be for the rest of her life.
A man lay hidden behind the shadows of the trees. His eyes were pitch black, like the night. His hair, was the color of coal, the hair that hung at shoulder length, falling away from his eyes as the wind set in. His teeth showed no signs of imperfections, his fangs lay outspread, blood falling from the last kill. He desired for more, and he could almost taste the striking woman's blood.
He bounded from the trees, approaching the unconscious woman. He leant down, capturing the woman in his arms; he tilted her so that her neck was revealed to him. He bowed his head, his fangs touching her skin. Just as he was about to plunge his fangs into the woman's neck, he heard a small voice, "Please..have mercy."
He froze, surprise etching his handsome features. He loosened his grip on her so that he was able to see her face. The woman's violet eyes were streaming with tears, tears that looked familiarly like drops of red, the color of blood. His breath caught in his throat, he had never seen such a remarkable specimen, not since…
His face hardened, the neutrality returning. His grip on her arms tightened, his fangs once again growing until it had grown to its full size.
He was about to finish what he had started, when he felt himself being forced backwards, he connected with a tree roughly, his back covered with cuts.
The woman was quick to her feet, hugging her cloak close to her body she whispered, "I'm sorry I had to do that, I wish I didn't have to, but there was no other choice."
He was shocked. He had no clue as to how a woman her size had been able to throw him back twelve feet.
As if being able to read thoughts she locked eyes with him saying, "I have come from heaven to complete a mission, please do not stand in my way."
"You're saying you're an angel? Don't be absurd, they don't exist. I plan on getting a feed, say goodbye to your last moments." Anger flooded his emotions above all.
He began to advance on her. The lightning above him lit the skies once more. He was momentarily blinded by the vividness of the lightning. When the lightning had passed, he looked to find the woman gone; an ivory colored feather left in her place.
He picked the feather up, placing it inside his leather trenchcoat.
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Note: I'm still indecisive as to who the vampire should be, any suggestions?