WELCOME!! This might be the final installment of my somewhat popular Van Helsing fanfics…the Blood Ballades!
Be warned…graphic and MOST DEFINITLY sexual situations in the later chapters. I have used this fic to spill my guts out on everything that I have ever wanted to write about…so when the next chapters are submitted take in mind that…
Destruction
I am not vampire.
Call me what you will, day-walker, mortal, air-breather, un-hollow, whatever. I hope to not change the way I am.
I, Jane Angie Dawson, Re-incarnation of both saint and vampire, am human.
As I walk the streets of inner London, or traverse the countryside of England suburbia, or even the backwoods of my home, I dream of when I was innocent, younger, and weak. Of the time when I was but a young woman in the town of Purfleet and of when I was a happy young woman, forever carefree, it seems, oblivious to the darkness my past self failed to kill completely. What transpired afterwards I think of as my painful destruction of my dignity.
I have endured many dark things. The death of my father and mother. The return on the Prince of Darkness to hunt and torture me. The existence of the Order of the Dragon. The truth that I was an immortal in the past. The loss of my virginity. Oh, how much I have endured, I wished I would die. But I didn't die; I am still alive, though I wished that devil would have killed me.
I wear, as you see me now, a simple blue blouse and pocketed denim jacket, holding my increments of battle and everyday objects. Mainly my iPhone Quarto, purse, money and gun with silver bullets. Though I had a pretty old golden sword, I have no need to buckle it to my ion-plastic belt. The sword was my past self's sword, passed down for generations. This was my main weapon when I was in the great trial of my life. But that trail is past. Still, vampires that are not my friends that cross my path will be killed. The king of them was not nice at all to me, but his descendants are not.
I must live to continue on my life, my children, and so forth. Death is not a welcome prospect, though I wanted it awhile ago. Yet I have found reasons to live, to live differently than my past. I want to live quietly and happy, not go destroy evil and save the world. That is something my past had no choice but to live like that. But times have changed for the better. I can live my dreams. And my dreams are to live with my husband in peace from fighting.
Even if I was tainted by evil, I am not what he intended with his spawn.
I begin this tale of evil, of pain and suffering, with my worst memories.
Well, here we go on perhaps the last B.B. fanfics! Or if I get enough votes I will continue…but don't decide that until the entire story is finished!
R&R!
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