Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing, except for my OC, whome we shall meet in chapter 2.
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It was cold. . . almost colder than it should have been, considering that it was only October. The leaves had already begun to fall, and the way they danced in the chilled wind seemed to make the night come alive. In reality, though, the frigid outside world was absolutely still, except for a single person sitting on a park bench. That, and what lurked in the shadows behind her.
The young woman shivered and pulled her coat tighter around her slim frame. Her eyes darted about- it seemed she could almost sense that she was being watched. A moment later, she relaxed. Standing up, the girl had just started on her way, when she heard a crack behind her. She gasped and spun around. Nothing. Pulling her jacket closer still, she reassured herself that it was only the wind tearing through the branches. Suddenly, she heard a twig snap again. Closer now. Squinting to see through the darkness, she finally caught sight of something through the trees. The woman screamed.
The shadowy figure sprung at his victim, knocking her to the ground and pinning her there. Knotting long, graceful fingers in her hair, he wrenched her head back to look at her. He sighed. A bit on the sickly side, but she would have to do. The woman whimpered, struggling weakly against her attacker. It was pointless- he had to be twenty times stronger than she, at least. She tried to keep her voice low. Perhaps if she didn't cry out, he wouldn't harm her.
"W-What do you want from me?"
The thing on top of her smiled darkly, and replied in a tone as cold as his expression, "your life force, mortal."
The woman fought the urge to scream. She had heard rumor of ritualistic murders in the area. . . done in an almost vampiric fashion. Could this be the sadist behind them? She shook her head, terrified. "Oh god. . . please, don't kill me. . ."
Her tormenter bent so that his lips almost brushed the side of her neck. "I have no choice. You see, I haven't fed in over a month. . . I grow weak when I don't feed."
The woman shrieked as he bit into her throat.
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Eric stood, observing the damage he had done to his victim. It was pretty brutal. . . but of course he would get away with it. That was one of the perks to being undead. No one ever suspects an actual vampire.
He stretched his bony limbs, now freshly awakened from the recent killing. It was hard to believe it had been ten thousand years since he had been bitten. It seemed like much longer, only because he didn't age. However, that didn't mean his appearance hadn't changed over the past 5,000 years. Now a full-fledged vampire, he looked much better than he ever had. Now, after ages of being a freak, he looked almost human- though everything about him seemed almost surreal. His flawless, porcelain-white skin seemed to glow in the silver moonlight, the ghostly pale hue of it contridicted by velvety jet black hair. The moon reflected in his ice blue eyes, as he turned them toward the heavens and smiled, revealing small yet noticable pearl-white fangs. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this close to being alive.
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So, there's chapter one. Hope y'all enjoyed it. . . don't worry, it gets better. Oh, and a few nights ago I sketched out a pic of Eric as a vampire. . . check it out here: