Fallen Angel
This is my story, listen if you want, but I beg you listen carefully for I do not want to fail once more.
It was 1815, the "Year Without Summer", I was young then too young, I was arrogant blinded by my pride. I thought living in America made me invincible but I was wrong, so wrong in fact that it cost me my life.
It was snowing as it had every day; the looming cloud of poison blocked the sun. It was a cold summer, my mother asked me to get some wood from the shed. The shed was only one-hundred feet away, but the deep snow made it very difficult. I walked into the night, my teeth made such a clatter that I disturbed the roosting hens.
On my way back I found a second pair of foot-prints next to mine. I quickened my pace, and kept going. I was walking for a while when I heard a noise, not was I startled by the noise but I realized that I had missed my house. I looked around I can't have walked past it, I thought, it was night but to have walked right past it seemed just absurd. I heard the noise again, it was closer this time, it was like wind blowing hard past my ear. The nose went by and stopped right behind me, I turned slowly to see a pair of white, empty, piercing eyes.
"Hello Adam, can I help you with something," he had a bone chilling English accent, he talked smooth and slow as though to make sure I heard every single word.
"How do you know my name?" I replied stumbling over a log, I scurried backward; I wanted to put as much space between me and this man.
"You'd be surprised what I know," he answered. "Like your mother and father's name, Lara, and George, am I right? You also leave in that cabin over there." He pointed straight at my cabin, light from the fire flickering in the window. "I also know what's going to happen to you next." At these words he grabbed me by the front of my shirt, and lifted me clear off the ground.
"What are you goin to do?" I asked as I kicked and pulled at his hands trying o get away.
"Let's just say you benefit more from the cloud of ash that hangs above your arrogant crown." He opened his mouth revealing six large sharp canines; he pulled my head back by the hair.
"Now begins the dream from which you will never wake," he sunk his fangs deep into my neck. I yelled in pain, the fangs punctured my arteries, my blood flowed out as his evil poison began to spread through my veins. He dropped me and staggered to the side, he was breathing deeply as a sick twisted smile spread across his face. I held my punctured neck, what was going on, this can't be happening, "do you feel it Adam? Do you feel the power, do you feel it spreading, taking control of body."
I did, I did feel it, I felt the power but, it started leaving as I began to die.
This is my story, listen if you want, but I beg you listen carefully for I do not want to fail once more.
It was 1815, the "Year Without Summer", I was young then too young, I was arrogant blinded by my pride. I thought living in America made me invincible but I was wrong, so wrong in fact that it cost me my life.
It was snowing as it had every day; the looming cloud of poison blocked the sun. It was a cold summer, my mother asked me to get some wood from the shed. The shed was only one-hundred feet away, but the deep snow made it very difficult. I walked into the night, my teeth made such a clatter that I disturbed the roosting hens.
On my way back I found a second pair of foot-prints next to mine. I quickened my pace, and kept going. I was walking for a while when I heard a noise, not was I startled by the noise but I realized that I had missed my house. I looked around I can't have walked past it, I thought, it was night but to have walked right past it seemed just absurd. I heard the noise again, it was closer this time, it was like wind blowing hard past my ear. The nose went by and stopped right behind me, I turned slowly to see a pair of white, empty, piercing eyes.
"Hello Adam, can I help you with something," he had a bone chilling English accent, he talked smooth and slow as though to make sure I heard every single word.
"How do you know my name?" I replied stumbling over a log, I scurried backward; I wanted to put as much space between me and this man.
"You'd be surprised what I know," he answered. "Like your mother and father's name, Lara, and George, am I right? You also leave in that cabin over there." He pointed straight at my cabin, light from the fire flickering in the window. "I also know what's going to happen to you next." At these words he grabbed me by the front of my shirt, and lifted me clear off the ground.
"What are you goin to do?" I asked as I kicked and pulled at his hands trying o get away.
"Let's just say you benefit more from the cloud of ash that hangs above your arrogant crown." He opened his mouth revealing six large sharp canines; he pulled my head back by the hair.
"Now begins the dream from which you will never wake," he sunk his fangs deep into my neck. I yelled in pain, the fangs punctured my arteries, my blood flowed out as his evil poison began to spread through my veins. He dropped me and staggered to the side, he was breathing deeply as a sick twisted smile spread across his face. I held my punctured neck, what was going on, this can't be happening, "do you feel it Adam? Do you feel the power, do you feel it spreading, taking control of body."
I did, I did feel it, I felt the power but, it started leaving as I began to die.