Title: Bloody Torn Angel Wings
written by Polecat
Disclaimer: Nobody belongs to me and I'm making no money off of this. You may see and occasional OC pop up but they'll be killed off right away so no frets. Oh, but all OC belong to their respectful owner(s).
Note: I haven't written any fanfics in a bit. In fact, I haven't really written anything in a while. So I'm a bit rusty. All flames shall be used to roast vampires.
Prologue -
I have a thing for vampires, I know that. Fine, it's more of an obsession. An unhealthy obsession. How was I supposed to know it'd lead me to this? That I'd end up like this? Bloody, broken and dead.... or as close to death as I can get. I guess I should start at the beginning, it'd probably make more since to you if I did. Okay, fine. But follow along closely, I'm not repeating this again.
My names Skittery. Yeah, Skittery, you heard right. That wasn't always my name but I've been going by it for so long that I'm not even sure if I can remember my real name. Wait, lemme think a minuet here. Michael. Yeah, that was it. Michael.
I'm old, if you haven't guessed already. I know I look young, I use to be at point. It's an illusion really. That's what I've come to call it. See, I feel old on the inside. Inside my head, like the weight of all these years is just pressing down on me. Maybe it's all I've come to learn in all these years. Maybe it's all I've ended up seeing. I don't know and I probably never will.
I'm over a hundred years old, almost a hundred and twenty-five. I know what your thinking and no, I'm not a vampire. I died once, I was almost nineteen then. I died and I saw the beautiful white light, heard the sweet melody of the angels singing. I went to heaven, or my soul did. But then it was sent back down to my body. It was sent back and I was made immortal until my mission was completed. I was sent back to destroy the vampires.
It was a no brainer at first. Stake the bastards, burn them if needed or cut off their heads, if I even had enough time or a really bad night I'd even sit and watch the sun rise with them. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. But it's become more complicated then that now. And it's not that their number had dwindled down so much that they're suspicious of everyone. Paranoid vampires are dangerous, alot of innocent people are getting attacked from it. That's not even the hard part. The hard part is that the ones I left for last I know. At one time I called them my friends. In my teen years when boys were paid to yell the headlines in the streets, we were New York's finest newsies. And now, now they're vampires and I'm here to kill them.
Thus ends the prologue. Feed my ego (and my muses) and review.