Is it just me, or does anyone else think that Twilight would be better if the Edward burned into ashes over Bella instead of sparkling? And that Underworld is the greatest thing on earth?
See above for why I don't own Twilight, and I only wish I owned Underworld… Rhona Mitra… So beautiful…
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Selene watched the seemingly teenaged boy as he passed through all the team's checkpoints and not once noticing the vampires watching him.
She snorted, and Kraven thought this boy was a threat to the security of the coven? Next thing one knew, Amelia would be dead and Lucien would be alive. No way in hell.
A soft sigh, Selene might not want to kill the boy, but she had her orders… "Team. Move out. Over."
"Roger, team leader. Over," repeated back to her. Selene stepped off the building, her coat flying up; landing like a cat on her feet. She followed the boy, blending into the crowd, her team falling in line behind.
For a moment or two, the boy acted as if everything was normal, and then—perhaps sensing the Death Dealers' presence finally—he bolted into the subway.
Selene cursed, dawn was coming—she had cut it too close. Still, she followed the boy into the subway, hoping that he would simply stay there so she could kill him quickly and perhaps hide out in the dark passages.
She easily picked out the boy; he was facing her, hands curled into fists. She nearly laughed, the last time a being so weak had stood up to her—ha, she couldn't even remember!
With a smirk, she takes out her Walther P99 and shoots into the ceiling—scaring off the few humans there. The boy jumped a bit at the staccato gunfire.
"Whoever you are, you'll regret this! I can smell the human blood on your breath! Humans aren't food, and I won't be your next meal."
Selene paused a moment, remembering she had fed that night from a human thug—killing him. She cursed to herself once again; those kinds of mistakes would get her killed against a Lycan.
So distracted was she that she didn't quite notice it when the boy attacked her until concrete dust blasted up at her from the hole he made in the stairs. Selene was about to go and make sure her job was done when sunlight spilled down the staircase—she hissed, drawing back. That is, until the sparkle of the boy's skin caught her eye.
"What?"
The boy slowly rises, a snarl on his face. "Do you see now? I am a vampire, and you will pay for taking the blood of a human."
Again, Selene very nearly smiled. This boy was amusing, she might have almost been sad to see him go. At the rate he was going, he may have gotten her to smile for the first time in centuries.
"A vampire? Those are real?" she asks; humour colouring her tone as she licks her fangs. "I had no idea."
The boy looks shocked upon seeing her fangs. "What are you?"
Raising her Walther P99 once again, Selene unloads a clip into the boy's thin chest. "Vampires don't sparkle, they burn; little idiot. I would know."
As she sweeps through the tunnels beneath the city, Selene begins to understand why Kraven wanted the kid dead. Someone with glitter on, claiming to be a vampire? It wasn't the security of the clan, more like the reputation of it. Humans certainly had grown foolish over the millennia.
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I still have yet to read those horrid books—I probably will never read them—but I've seen the new Underworld movie. Oh my god, Rhona Mitra is the hottest thing on earth, I swear. Anyways, I thought this might be a little funny. I certainly liked writing the end, and it's true. Vampires BURN they don't sparkle. Unless sparks are flying off their burning bodies.