This is my first story, and this is just a taste. It will evolve into a story relating to vampires, but for now, I just wanted to give you guys a little rid bit to see what you thought. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter I: Arthur
Taking a drag of his cigarette, Arthur stared off into the night. There was not much to see, for the darkness shrouded much of the view. He didn't mind; Arthur liked the darkness, that gentle curtain that allowed an imagination to spring to life. He imagined that there were golden fields of captured sunlight, emerald trees that caught the moon's light and trapped it beneath their endless amounts of leaves. He thought of a tender valley at the base of a proud mountain, as if it protected everything that lay underneath its mass. He liked that idea the best, Arthur always did like the mountains. A soft, chilled breeze tussled his dirty curls, momentarily covering his pale, freckled face. His hazel eyes began to well with tears; sticky trails rolling down his marble face. He wiped them away, embarrassed as his façade of cool was broken, although no one was there to see. He didn't want to cry, not now, not in his last moments. For Arthur had come to this bridge for one reason, and that was to taste the ice below. Arthur took one last drag of his cigarette, tossing it into the waters where he would soon follow. Stepping onto the railings of the bridge, he felt the wind had grown stronger, as if to taunt him into the water. He felt the icy chill down his spine as it pressed against the back of his leather jacket, pressing the soft, cotton hood against the back of his head. And as nature beckoned him, Arthur felt his feet slowly leave the railing as he fell for swiftly into the cold arms of Death.
