Summary - I wasn't supposed to be like this. I didn't ask for it. I didn't even want it, but it is my duty, my right, my curse. Eleven years ago from where my real story begins something big happened to me. Something big that at age sixteen I've only begun to face. If only all the normal people could see. If only they could understand the life of a Vampire Slayer.
Title: Red and Black Candles
Chapter 15: The War Begins
His fear continued to grow, as the lust storming throughout her body took full control. Eyes cracking with violent rage, she let out a low, inhuman howl. The fangs sprouted, as Trunks shook himself free of the fear. Seeing that she had nearly completed her transformation, he reached for the nearest weapon he could find. Cracking a broom stick in half, he braced for the attack.
"You've got to be kidding me!" She giggled, eyeing his stake.
"According to the Slayer's Decree set down by The Original Slayer, I vow to exterminate you by means of this..." He glanced at the weapon confusingly, "er… broom stake. Your penalties are crimes against the hull of humanity, you vicious, self-centered, lying, Vampire bitch!"
She couldn't hold in her laughter any longer, and had continued to loudly snicker throughout his whole speech. Of course, now this laughter had grown from teasing to angry.
"Me? Me vicious? Was it not you who locked me in a metal box, weighed down by the sun? And self-centered? Little rich boy, with the newest inventions right as his fingers, as well as the bimbo girls… I'm sorry… your girlfriends. All things you've shown me that you are quick to indulge in. Lying, bitch? You still have yet to tell your father that your Mother never actually left, but has only moved into her lab! But you have one thing. I am a Vampire, and for that I'm going to feast on you to the last drop. But I'm not going to do it in a moment. I'm going to let it drag on and on…"
"And on and on and on… Dende! You have the nerve to insult me, Vampire animal? Yes, animal! That's exactly what you are, and I could go into that, but I'm not going to waste my time going into a long speech. Let's play."
Just as the Vampire had consumed me, Trunks had been swept up by his own transformation. He had become the Slayer. Good, I thought. I hadn't fought a Slayer for a long time, well… except for myself, of course.
"Yes." She smiled, "Let's play."
Instantly, Trunks dove for her heart, stake raised. Stepping sideways she easily dodged his attack, and sent him crashing headfirst into the all too near closet wall. Slumping down, he had clearly been knocked out.
"So much for a Slayer battle…. Is that really the best they can do now? Pathetic!" She spat at him.
My disgust was so great that I couldn't even bear to think about drinking his blood. That's what I told myself. His blood was pitiful. The Vampire lust wouldn't have it… Not when he was so worthless. I didn't want to believe what was right there. What was growing deep within me. Something stronger than the Vampire within me. The battle within myself, the lust verse the self-loathing, was over. The war had just begun.
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Bulma - How dare she speak about my son that way! I'll rip her heart out!
Me - Bulma, doll. Go back in the box. It's just a story.
Bulma – You witch! I'll kill you!
Me – Why, Bulma dear. What's your problem, hun? Are you missing Veggie head that much?
Bulma – Shut up! Shut up you!
Me – Bulma… I wouldn't insult the writer that much-
Bulma – Bitch!
Me – You know, Bulma. I have a Vampire right at my fingertips.
Bulma – Go ahead and try and get me. I'm invincible! I'll stake her!
Me - smile Well… this will be interesting. Tune in next time to see and in the mean time, review. It makes it worth it to continue writing this story when you people REVIEW!
