The dark stairs led down into the darkness. The metal spiraled down, down
maybe a mile or so, and ended in a dark cellar. The girl stepped slowly
down them, one by one, her Adidas four stripes clanking on the steps. "Come
out, come out, where ever you are!!" The girl pulled her messenger bag
further on her shoulder. She reached the bottom of the stairs, and entered
an old storage room. Moldy scents whipped through the air, and into her
nose. Suddenly the girl whipped around and threw a punch, hitting an
attractive boy in the face. Blood started gushing from his nose. "Damn!"
She kicked high, knocking him back, and into a stack of boxes. She threw
herself at him, grabbing a wooden object from her messenger bag. The boys
teeth transformed from the pearly white shining teeth to the sharp, pointed
yellow stained teeth of a creature of the night. The girl stopped mid jump.
"Did you know that 75% of American teens have dental problems?" The vampire
stopped in mid pounce. "Really?" She grinned. "Yeah, but I'll save you from
them!" She plunged the wooden stake through him, brown and silver dust
swirled around her, making her choke. "Ugh, my new top is all dusty!"
One girl, just one. Her name was Buffy, and she stood alone against the darkness of evil. All alone, except for THEM. Misty and Tiffany, "The Witch Twins". Dawn, being the girl she was, the little sister of THE Slayer, had become friends with many different people. But this was different. Misty and Tiffany had always been out casts, into the cult, and the gothic things, you know, dark stuff. But Misty was always the one who was known as "The Dark One". In seventh grade, she had dyed her hair black, and worn black all the time. She wore black contacts, and used black permanent marker on her nails. And then there was the spikes. She had a collar, two bracelets, and a head band. And at the ripe old age of 14, she got her tongue pierced. "Just don't tell mom!" She had harshly whispered to Tiffany. But even they couldn't help Buffy when HE came, when she fell in love with the enemy, and literally BIT back..
One girl, just one. Her name was Buffy, and she stood alone against the darkness of evil. All alone, except for THEM. Misty and Tiffany, "The Witch Twins". Dawn, being the girl she was, the little sister of THE Slayer, had become friends with many different people. But this was different. Misty and Tiffany had always been out casts, into the cult, and the gothic things, you know, dark stuff. But Misty was always the one who was known as "The Dark One". In seventh grade, she had dyed her hair black, and worn black all the time. She wore black contacts, and used black permanent marker on her nails. And then there was the spikes. She had a collar, two bracelets, and a head band. And at the ripe old age of 14, she got her tongue pierced. "Just don't tell mom!" She had harshly whispered to Tiffany. But even they couldn't help Buffy when HE came, when she fell in love with the enemy, and literally BIT back..