Worlds apart
There a few in the world who know all to well of the dangers around them. People are blissfull and blind to what has happened to the world around them. Nothing but provtey and selfishness. Many are born to a loving family while few are not. Many are lucky to be normal. Those who are not live as I do. My life is like the song Evil angel. Childern who lived near me knew I was not one like them. They knew I would always be different from the rest of them. I wished so much to be like them with all my heart and soul. Yet I have known that I shalt be like the others. I am one of few who walk the nights alone in blood shed.
"You are the faith inside me. Nooo, don't leave me to die here……" someone mubbled to themselves. We walked in the pouring rain. I had no idea where we were headed. The people we passed glared at us. Most if not all of htem threw their noses up into the air. Someone ran into me stepping on my face. "What the…what did I step on?" he said running off without looking back. My friend I was walking with helped me up. "You see. Humans in this bloody world don't care for anyone but themselves and their bloody pounds." I growled. My arm throbed with pain. I held it tightly hoping some of the pain would vanish. "I see. People turly are rude during these times are they not?" he smiled at me. "Why the hell are you smiling Paris?" I thought. We entered a church. I looked up to see a few were here praying. I couldn't help but smile. "Heh you think some fake God can…heh heh heh hah hah hah…" I laughed at my own thoughts.
Paris found an emety pew for us to sit in. He set me down. My arm countuied to thrb with pain. 'Don't clench your arm like that. It will only cause you more pain." Paris grabed my limb. "It…it hurts like hell." I faced the ground hoping he would see me bit my lip. "Anything than the pain in my arm is better. Even if I have to bit my lip untill it bleeds." I thought. I glanced up to see a man set in stone. It was the son of God, Juess Christ. Behind him were stained glass windows. With what little light came through he looked like an angel. "Heh humans are odd aren't they?" I whispered. "What do we have here? A few searching for God?" a man said. I looked up to see a kind looking preist. He wore a robe of blue, black, and white. He had a cross around his neck, a short white beard with long grey hair. He looked a bit like Paris.
"I am
sorry yet we are not here for God." Paris said strenly. "I see.
If I may ask, is your grandson alright he seemed to be clenching his
arm, as if he were in pain." The preist looked at me. "One sir
this is a woman, two she is my friend, and three we are here to rest
due to the weather."
"I see please call me Able." He smiled
at me and Paris. "I see, would it not be Father Able?" I looked
towards Paris confused yet my mouth stayed shut. "It is. Please
your names?" Father Able asked. "My name is Paris Skyles. And my
friend here is Ray." Paris seemed at ease yet my mind was racing
with thoughts of my past and with the thoughts of my friends, my
family.
"I thought you said Ray is a woman?" Father Able
had a look of surpise on his face. "Listen my name is Ray and
that's it for you preist." I snorted. I felt a bump on the back
of my head growing. "Ow…."
"Don't be a brat again
Ra-ven." Paris growled. "Please there is no need to hit nor
fight." He waved his arms. I looked towards my left. I saw a small
family of four. The man stared at me. I gave him a glare. He only
flinched and countuied to stare at me. I began to growl at them. The
man shoke his head and glared back at me. "Mary it is time to go
home, before the rain gets to bad." He said to his wife. She looked
up at him. "Johnnath?" She got up and followed him out of the
church. "Excuse me are you injured?" Father Able asked. "Paris
I'm leaving I cannot stand to be here one more moment." I
shouted.
"Ray thyn shalt leave my side. If I take my eyes
off you, you get yourself into…" The preist was tapping his
shoulder. "Aye father?" Paris asked annoyed. "She left Mr.
Skyles."
"Heh sure she would never leave without me." Paris
opened his eyes. By that time I lefted the church, slaming the large
wooden doors.
I heard Paris yelling for me. "Rav..en stop this moment. You little brat." He screamed. I kept walking away from him. He shoced my face into the cold wet ground. Then he picked my up by my collar and threw me into his face. "You shall listen once more Harst!!" His voice was cold and icey. "What you old fart?" I grined. He slaped my face leaving a big red hand mark. There were people passing us who did stop yet went on their marry way. "You need to rest. You've lost much blood idiot. If you push yourself one night you'll pass out and never wake up again." He looked at me with wory in his eyes. "Paris…." I kicked his stomach. He droped me. I landed on my feet. He looked up at me pissed as hell. "You fucking piece of shit." He growled. I only glanced at him. He paused and whispered under his breath. "Her eyes as if there is no life within her." He stod up straight. I turned my back to him. "Paris you'll never understand why I puch myself." I looked at him once more before ranning off.
I was on top a roof. I watched over the streets of London. The rain began to thin out yet not by much. "People will never understand why I push myself until I pass out." My gaze was hard. "I'd it to prove to those bloody vampire men that I can hold my own in the clan. Now I do it to save my family." I thought. I bent down on one knee. "Hmm….." I let out a long sigh. "No one understands why I fight."
"Heh heh heh. What do we have here?" I shifted my head to see who was behind me. "You went into a church with a vampire Prince and left him?" This voice sounded like a man I know. But then again I knew all to well if the vampaneze. "I see your injured as well vampire." He pulled out a large knife. "Heh I have no time for you. Leave if you wish to live." I grined. I looked towards the weeping clouds. "Heh you'll push yourself to death just for your friends who are dead." He laughed.
"I said fuck off bastard." I stod up slowly. My voice only seemed to get colder. "Heh die vampire." He ran at me. I took one step to my right. He followed. I wanted until he was closer to me. "Hah hah hah you turly think you can beat me?" he screamed. "I know I can." With that I pulled out my Father's golden shruikens. I threw them with ease. The sharp ends hit my target. He only smiled at cut my cheek.
"It's no use I'll do anything to surive in this hellish world." I turned towards him. My eyes closed. "You think by throwing these knifes you can…" His laughed. "Vancha March?" He sounded surpised.. "No, I'm his daughter, ." I ran at him eyes still closed. I threw my hand back.
I felt warm liquid spill on my hand. I opened my eyes. "Uh…." The vampaneze coughed. My hand went straight through his stomach. All of his organs pulsed with pain. I pushed my hand out of his stomach and into the skin of his back. "Uh…ahhhhhhhh!!" I ripped through the purple skin. Blood flew eveywhere. He countuied to scream in agony. "You wreached whore!" He coughed. "Heh," my eyes felt as if I were already dead. "I warned you once." I took one step back. My arm within the walls of his belly. I pulled my hand back into the warm hole I made. I smiled and steped once more back.
I jerked my hand out of his gut. His blood, intestines, and skin landed everywhere. I stod there still smiling. "Heh heh heh hah hah hah." I stod over the man. He was breathing heavly. I looked at him with cold unforgiving eyes. "You fight as if you're a tool." He bleed. "You….you turly have no soul do ye?" he tried to stay awake. "I fight for my family and for my right to life sum." I spat on him. "Know this you piece of shit. I fight to protect those I love more than my own life." I walked to him. His blood now covered a large area on the roof.
"Cough...cough... You are a tool no vampire still has their...cough...family alive." He stod up holding his belly. I saw how his intestines spilled left over human blood and food. He grined. "Those who fight like you die for nothing." He looked at me. I only stared at him. "Your kind can always be replaced." His head flew forward. Blood hit my arm. "Your weak anyone who fights with regett will die sooner than me." I pulled my arm away from his stomach.
"I...you are his child." He fell to the ground. I only stared at him. "You shall die now." The vampaneze flinched. I felt his fear. "You...cough cough...how can you say that so cold?" he looked at me. I followed his pools of blood to him. He tried to move away. "Stay the hell back!!" His eyes widen. He got up and triped on his own guts. He howled with pain. "Stay...stay away from me!!" I walked towards him ingoring his cries.
"Stay the hell away from me you fucking demon!!" He through his head into the air. I grined then ran at him. My hand held his head. "Eh?" I felt his eyes blink. I began to put pressure on his skull. "What the hell?" blood driped from his lips. I clenched my hand harder. I heard bones breaking. "Stop please!!" he screamed. Fear in his eyes. Tears rolled down his face. He spat out blood in his screams. "No one can help you know." I thought. "Please stop!!" His voice began to give in.
Blood and brains flew onto me. His head smashed by my own strength. His body fell to the ground. His body fell in the ground with a loud thud. I stod there in the rain. I felt no regett for what I did. His eyeball rolled and hit my bare foot. I looked down. I saw what was left of his head.
I turned my back on the man's dead body and leapt to another roof top. My arm was covered in blood. "Mr. Crepsley...Darren...Vancha I'll find you no matter what. No matter what it takes I'll find you three." I glared at Paradise.
I walked back to the place Paris and I were staying. I didn't think he would still be there. I kicked the door open. "So had another run in with a vampaneze Ray?" Paris growled at me. "Paris..." I walked towards him. He backed away. "Stay the Bloody hell away form me. I'm packing my things and leaving you." He said in the same icey voice I used to the vampaneze. I let myself fall. My body shoke. I tried to hold back tears. "I shalt help thyn.." He was cut off. "Paris I miss them so much. I what them back in my arms!!" I threw my head back screaming. My tears fell down just like my hopes of ever finding my family.
Paris stod there shocked. He knew that I never weep in front of anyone. Not even my closet friends. I punched the ground. 'I knew I should of stayed with them. I knew I shouldn't of gone to Japan without them." I punched the ground harder and harder. My knuckles bleed. He looked at me with hard green eyes. "I should of taken them with me!! I knew something was worng but I ingored it." I screamed. My tears hit the ground just as my fist did.
Paris pulled me off the
ground. "Ray..."
"No it's... it's Rav..en
bastard!!" I punched his chest many times. "I just you
all back with me." Paris hugged me close. "You turly wish
to have them back. Forgive me Rav..ugh..en." He held me close.
"For the time being I shall protect you.If it means anything to
you from this cum guzzling, cunt licking, cock sucking old man."
He smiled. I looked up at him. He knelt as I fell once more. I
countuied to weep into his chest.
To be countuied.
