Changing Tessa
My life changed the day my watcher died, Maria Watson had been the toughest person, but yet caring, person I've ever known. And I'll never forget her, or the way her neck sounded as a demon, called Gustoes, broke it and then held her limp body as he drank her blood. I lost it after that, just snapped inside, lost all sense. I tore her body from him and killed him; I popped his head off like a grape and from that day on, I've never looked back since that day, never wanted to or had a reason. But my calling, it wouldn't let me, it kept calling, and calling, wanting me to kill them but I wanted to turn by back, to be normal, something I could never be. Something I had yet to learn...
I walked into a club that seemed at least halfway normal, if you call demons, and vampires normal, at least it had a few humans in it, which would be here until sunset, because most vampires didn't feed before that time, as though night was sacred. Which was pretty stupid, considering the only vampire that had sun problems was Dracula, who I'm not even sure exists. Maybe it's just a ritual thing, I don't know, because for all I know they could just be stupid.
Anyway, needless to say, my presence caused quite a stir, people getting out of seats, pulling out guns and knives, etc. They wanted me dead all of them, so they beat me, all of them, they beat me to a bloody pulp, until they could watch me wither and bleed myself, almost to death, before they backed away. I stumbled out of there, leave my pride behind, only being able to carry the last bit of my life out of there. It was then that I knew that my calling was going to control me, or kill me; it was then I knew that the shadows were not longer a hiding place, so now it was ether kill or be killed. I needed a trainer, some one strong, who could train me so I could be what my calling needed, a stronger, cold as stone, me.
My life changed the day my watcher died, Maria Watson had been the toughest person, but yet caring, person I've ever known. And I'll never forget her, or the way her neck sounded as a demon, called Gustoes, broke it and then held her limp body as he drank her blood. I lost it after that, just snapped inside, lost all sense. I tore her body from him and killed him; I popped his head off like a grape and from that day on, I've never looked back since that day, never wanted to or had a reason. But my calling, it wouldn't let me, it kept calling, and calling, wanting me to kill them but I wanted to turn by back, to be normal, something I could never be. Something I had yet to learn...
I walked into a club that seemed at least halfway normal, if you call demons, and vampires normal, at least it had a few humans in it, which would be here until sunset, because most vampires didn't feed before that time, as though night was sacred. Which was pretty stupid, considering the only vampire that had sun problems was Dracula, who I'm not even sure exists. Maybe it's just a ritual thing, I don't know, because for all I know they could just be stupid.
Anyway, needless to say, my presence caused quite a stir, people getting out of seats, pulling out guns and knives, etc. They wanted me dead all of them, so they beat me, all of them, they beat me to a bloody pulp, until they could watch me wither and bleed myself, almost to death, before they backed away. I stumbled out of there, leave my pride behind, only being able to carry the last bit of my life out of there. It was then that I knew that my calling was going to control me, or kill me; it was then I knew that the shadows were not longer a hiding place, so now it was ether kill or be killed. I needed a trainer, some one strong, who could train me so I could be what my calling needed, a stronger, cold as stone, me.