This story kinda came at me out of the blue, and once I get an idea, I have to start writing. And it kinda helps too, since I'm stuck on my other story
WARNING: You do NOT need to read this. This is only a prologue. It has nothing to do with the story and I- at the recommendation of my offline friends- write down that you do NOT have to read this. (Didn't I already say that?) Though the next chapter might make more sense if you read this. But its up to you.
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It was a beautiful day to be sailing. The sky was clear and the sun shone brightly. The ocean was calm with only the occasional waves, its aqua waters gentle and serene. A fully-rigged ship, painted black, sailed leisurely across the open sea. Its immense sails, a dark blue color, were trimmed with no signs of slack. It was an unusual looking ship, one that rarely shows in this part of the sea.
There was no one to be seen. On a ship as large and grand as this, there would be many sailors and shipmen out and about to keep everything in order and to make sure things ran smoothly. Yet there were no signs of life aboard. The ship was free of rats, which that by itself could cause a sailor to shake, and not even the birds, who have been traveling for days on end, would land on this eerily empty ship. The windows were curtained with thick material from the inside and its doors were sealed shut.
The sun set slowly and turned the waters into an ocean of blood, but still there was no stirring in the ominous ship. As the sun sank beneath the ocean waves, the wind that carried the ship died down to a gentle breeze. The ship was almost invisible now within the darkness, if it wasn't for the slow flapping of the sails anyone would have gone right past it without even knowing it. A tremor passed. The sails became undone on their own and the ship slowed down until it came to stop in the black waters.
All doors on the ship swung opened simultaneously, both from the cabins above the deck and below. It was still for a moment, then a small noise echoed from inside one of the upper rooms. A woman in her mid-twenties stepped out from her cabin. She was dressed entirely in white, a simple long-sleeved white dress with a low bodice, and as she walked tentatively out to the middle of the deck, her white gown showed brightly under the moonlight. She was a comely creature, svelte with her wavy beige hair cascading down her heart-shaped face, which was enchanting to behold. Soon a handful number of people, around forty or so, flooded out of the upper cabins and joined the woman on deck. All of them were of different nationalities and all of them were dressed in white.
They made no noise, but stood together in silent anticipation, gazing at the open hatch that leads to the quarters below.
Then they came, skulking up from the darkness. Adorned in dark cloaks that showed only the bottom parts of their face, you had no idea who, or what, hides within. A passing cloud overhead blocks the moon, but its shadow fell only upon the creatures of dark.
The two groups faced each other, those to the left glowing faintly like ghosts under the soft light, and those to the right shrouded under the dark shadow of clouds and hidden under the hoods of their cloaks. One of the first to step up onto the deck boldly strode toward the people in white.
"The first offering?" A deep male voice rumbled from the cloaked figure.
A small clamor came from inside the heart of the white group, a short heated argument, and then a young woman was stepped forward. It was the first one to brave the dark night, our pretty little warrior. She walked up to the man until she was only a few feet from him.
"Ahhhh!" The man exclaimed with satisfaction. "Such beauty!" He smiled, revealing a set of dangerous fangs.
Her eyes grew fearful and she took a timid step away from him. There was a sharp intake of breath from the people behind her.
The man's smile only grew. "You are cold" He remarked. Indeed, the woman was shaking, her skin a light tinge of blue, and she was hugging her arms to herself. He opened up his cloak to her. "Come, warm yourself"
Tentatively, and plainly unwillingly, she stepped up to the hooded man and allowed him to wrap his cloak around her. Her head barely came up to his shoulder.
"Will you let me then?" He asked in a lulling voice. The woman looked hesitant, but then nodded. He gently cupped her chin and tilted her head so her neck showed bare. A whimper escaped from her sealed lips and the man moved his hand to her cheek.
"Shhhh, my darling" The man said. He lowered his head toward her. "It will only hurt for a moment." With that he sank his teeth into her neck.
And so the feast begins.
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Hmmm, yeah, not exactly starting off with any of the characters I should be using. Well, it is a prologue after all. Plus I know it's not a very good start, but bear with me. XP
