Wow, when was the last time I was on here? July last year? Jesus Christ, that was ages ago
Well, I'm back now, and ready to take up uploading stories again. Must say, my apologies to those who have been waiting for my stories, but I highly doubt you'd be waiting any longer.
I'm also sorry to say that I won't be continuing my other stories as they are more than a year old and I will not be able to hold the same passion for them.
But I will keep them there for a little while for your amusement.
Thank you all, and please enjoy the prologue of my new story
SavingHumanity (previously forever. and xxXHeartlessXxx)
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CALAMITY
PROLOGUE
So here I was again. Alone in a battlefield, silver stake in hand and blood on my face. It was then that I wondered, when will it end? Will it ever?
Another strigoi came at me, one of the last of its clan, of its army. His dark hair pressed against his forehead, his skin as white as a sheet. The haunting colour of his eyes resembled the blood that stained my skin.
I bared my teeth at him, the arm that held the stake rose in the air as he leapt over the bodies of his fallen comrades and came for me. I knew the man well, very well. I would've thought that him becoming a strigoi would be the one thing that could've killed me, but I was wrong.
We all were.
He bared his fangs and let out an inhuman like snarl, one that erupted from the depths of his throat. He reached out a hand, and I did the same. No one at St. Vladimir's Academy could've prepared me for this, no one. Not even him. He who sacrificed everything he believed in for me, everything he wanted for me. And how could I repay him for such a thing?
Deep down I already knew the answer.
Fighting to keep my feelings at bay, I wrapped my fingers tighter around the stake and dodged his first punch, then his second and third. He was god-like, even more so with his enhanced abilities, even more enhanced than before.
His eyes flashed as he dodged the swipe of my silver stake, his tall frame moving lithely around me. I spun around to face him and brought my armed hand up for the deciding blow. I saw the smirk cross his once beautiful face, now bruised and bloody from the war as I brought the stake down.
His long fingers clamped around my wrist, I could feel the calluses pressing against my skin, it was familiar, the way he held me.
Don't look at him, don't look.
I knew that if I did, it would ruin me. I turned my face away from him, but I could still feel the familiarity of his warm breath, the way my body fit into his. I could feel his nose on my cheekbone, slowly making its way to the center of my face.
It was then that I decided to look at him.
A devilish grin crossed his face.
"Roza."
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