Vampire Bloodline
Chapter 1…
Born out of the flames and ashes of hell, a predominant force very much won't cease to be forgotten. Built on the ash of Haley himself and the smut of insanity, bores a force of the dead and barely living, the very force that surpasses invincibility. Yet this force that craves and feeds on the very fear of man, is enraged at the living for the life they breed.
Envious that his essence would remain just a spirit he in evil instinct created the dominions of himself. Vampire. According to legend, the Vampires were some of first creatures to ever crack the hollow of the sands. Like zombies they walked plaguing with no solemn destiny in mind …that they in instinct fed off the very living and bit by bit, they created a force so ultimate mankind was by no means of destroying, the Vampire leader.
It was known as dark times on Earth, the age and era of the Vampire Bloodline. A bloodline so indestructible that the Devil himself dare not interfere, dare not try to break. Yet fate would intervene like it had so many, many times…
Born out of the goodness of the monks and the wells of spirituality, was born a girl. A small pretty face cried on the arrival of the blackest air. Such a babe cried to the evilness that very much tried to endow her. Day by day she grew, and much time was used on the goodness she trusted and claimed. Yet…one death from the vampires awoke her from her electric goodness. Hating everything including her breath, she maimed the very blood she spat at the grave, she was a Vampire slayer. And so she went for the head…
Blood was spilt and yet no one knew who won…
Many said she died, others said she fell in love with the vampire head, whilst others never mentioned her gruesome fate. But fate alone has seen with wide eyes our many days and sorrows…these questions were lost to the sands, and never to be uttered again. One thing was certain if she lived or died, the Vampires were vanished. Never was there a blood-thirsty sicko to feed on the living-breathing flesh of man. Her spirit resides in the good monk shrine where she is worshipped as a God.
But fate has a way of showing us things that we never wish to resurface, and all it'll ever need is just one little girl again to retell the whole story…
Just one…
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