Title: Pale Shadow to Killing
Author's Notes: I don't know if anyone would actually read something like this, so I'm posting it just as an experiment. Plus, I really needed to get an Avatar fanfiction on this site, since I've been obsessed with it for months, but haven't actually gotten around to writing anything. No pairings currently, and I'm not even sure if I'm going to continue it. I hope you like it.
Warnings: No mentioning of names, though it should be fairly obvious who the characters are. Vampires. And character death, in a way.
Even as they fought, he could feel eyes watching him. And they weren't her eyes. Not her golden eyes, which were practically drilling holes in his face as she waited for him to attack first.
These eyes were different. Unearthly. They felt… wrong. Part of him wondered if she noticed them.
But of course she noticed them. She noticed everything. She was perfect. Unmarred, prodigious, manipulative, strong…
His attention snapped back to the present moment as she unleashed a blast of blue flame from her fingertips.
She never punched. She was too precise to punch.
But he did.
She was the surgeon's knife, sharp and precise. He was the butcher's mallet, blunt but effective.
They traded blows back and forth in the deserted village. He absently noticed a doll dangling from a tree, as if it had been hanged. He wondered if she had put it there. She was sick like that.
They battled against one another for hours. One would gain the upper hand, then lose it. The other would start winning, but a surprising blow would stop that progress. They were tiring, quickly.
Finally, they couldn't fight anymore. Almost simultaneously, they collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. They couldn't even produce their element any more.
It was then that the supernatural force descended upon them. The monsters had glowing eyes, deformed faces, and elongated teeth. He shielded his face, curling up in the fetal position to try to defend himself. He heard a strange sound, and realized a moment later that she was screaming. Soon he joined her yells of pain and fright, as the creatures forced his limbs to the ground and bared their teeth at him. One, a monster that looked vaguely like an Earth Kingdom female, brought her fanged mouth to his neck. As he felt teeth pierce his skin, he blacked out.
When he woke, he couldn't see. All he could smell was earth. Moist earth. He could hear worms and other various insects crawling through it, which was strange. His hearing had never been that good before. He tried to move his arm, and found that he could to a small degree. It seemed he was trapped in a wooden box.
Instinctively, he brought both hands up to the lid of the box, and began clawing at it, trying to escape. The wood began to splinter, and he managed to punch through it. Dirt began falling on him, getting in his mouth, nose, and eyes, which were open even though it was useless trying to see.
He began digging through the earth, dragging himself up as he went. Finally, he pushed his hand up, and found only air. He forced his other hand up, and grabbed onto the grass. He began pulling himself out. He was almost there.
He pulled himself out entirely, and fell onto the grass on his back. He had a clear view of the night sky. With that clear view, it seemed, came a clear mind.
What the hell had just happened?
AN: Sorry it was so short. Let me know if you want me to continue it. And if you do, can you give me some ideas on how I can make people survive for 80 years, staying the same age, but not by becoming a vampire? Thanks.
Childe at Heart
P.S. Zuko, obviously, has improved in his firebending. I took some liberties with his skill level...