Slayer
By
Lita Maxwell
I'm the one who kills with a stake.
I patrol the streets at night
with only a stake and creatures of the night for
company
I'm the Chosen One
"SLAYER"is the name they call me
on the streets of evil.
All evil knows the name of the Slayer.
It was like a key thing to know.
A quick stake to the heart of a vampire
turns them to dust in a heartbeat of a living soul
My watcher gone,stolen away by vamps.
My boyfriend, Angel, a vampire but with a soul.
We are being attacked by the same vamps theat has
my watcher trapped, were in a circle.
Angel has the crossbow and I of course has the one
thing that can stop the dead in they tracks
A STAKE
They wouldn't last long I promised you that.
No one knew what was really going on between me and
Angel
They didn't need to know.
Angel's love for me was strong enough to die for me.
I can let that happen he means to much to me for
anything to happen to him.
Unlike him, my life has no meaning , no importance.
If I die another one would come to take my place
It came with the job.
