Knight

Prologue
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Clocks. The pendulum swung in front of me, as if testing me... Taunting me... Trying to break me in half.

The searing pain coursed through my veins once again, the circulation of blood stopped and I could feel myself fading away from life. The clock was still there, its gears slowly turning, the haunting chime of the pendulum striking one last time before my strength gave away, my eyelids closing as I saw the light slowly dim, until I was surrounded by darkness.

*Four hours ago*

I had entered an 18 plus club. I didn't regret it. I never did, and never will. The bouncer let me in without even checking my fake ID. I didn't care about the half naked waitresses serving cocktails and other drinks. I was depressed, and the best way to take my anger out on the situation was to get drunk. I come here a lot, even the bartender knows me by name. took a seat on the stool and took a sip of the wine he served me, my eyes were rolling as soon as the tip of my tongue touched the liquid... The taste of wine had never been so refreshing until now.

"Hey, baby, do you want a good time?"

A curvaceous redhead walked up to me, taking a seat on the stool besides the one I sat on. Her hand was on my leg, her's rubbed against mine. She gave me a purr, one that sounded suggestive. The cougar licked her lips, the scent of cherry coming from her red lipstick intoxicated me. I was sober enough to give a reply, but my eyes were glued to her breasts, determined to check out every curve of her body before I said 'yes'.

"Like what you see...?"

I turned to look at the redhead, and one look into her gold yellow eyes made me say yes to her offer.

*Two hours later*

Elliana was her name. Her arms were splayed across my chest, as she looked at me with lustful eyes. The redhead crawled over and saddled my hips, her body arched as her red lips met the exposed crook of my neck. Sharp fangs sinked in deep, demanding blood. Her nails drew beads of blood from my flesh. I was too tired to scream, or to care about the fact I was about to die. It all seemed so fast, dying. So queer...

And as the withdrawal of blood finished, I was already passed out.
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"So young..."

"Oh my..."

"Is he dead?"

I could hear voices. Voices that threatened to kill me if I didn't wake up. I blinked away the haze shrouding my memory, and looked up to see a crowd, gasping and pointing. Some douche even took a picture. I realized I was on the pavement of the street of my apartment building. I took a look up and saw a glimpse of red hair before it disappeared, realizing it was Elliana who pushed me out of the balcony.

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Chapter 1, New Beginnings
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I grunted before sitting up, the pain still lingering. The short grunt triggered a bloodlust, somehow. It kept manifesting until I saw the world in red, feeling my gums aching as sharp-like teeth poked at my flesh, wanting to be let free.

"Are you okay?"

A girl at the age of 14 stretched out her arm. My throat was begging for blood... And like the monster I was, I bit into her wrist and sucked delightfully at the crimson liquid, the once coppery taste of it turning into fine wine. I was too indulged feeding off blood that, I didn't notice people screaming and running away and an officer running to catch me. I was reluctant to let go. The girl was lying limp on the ground, and I felt bad for leaving her there. I swallowed what was left of the snack and hauled her up, running with her passed out on my back. I racked my mind and thought, begging to God, hoping I had only took about a pint of blood.

I was running too quickly, as my surroundings passed by as a blur. When I realized I had already left the policeman dumbfounded from the beginning, I dropped the girl on the concrete floor as looked at her blood soaked sleeve. I wiped away at my lips with my hand, replenished. My sanity had been returned, but at what cost? I kept thinking about it, wondering what I had become, and what would've happened if I kept my virginity like a normal 17 year old boy instead of letting an insane demon take away my soul.

And at that moment, as I took a look down at the cold body splayed on the ground, that I was a vampire.

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I was crying. Actually crying. I was cradling my head as I saw the corpse of the 14 year old girl. I killed a little girl with a bright future ahead of her. I really did. I gave another scream as I kicked away a trashcan, punching the brick walls, hoping that venting my anger through hitting inanimate objects would help. Unfortunately, it did nothing but fuel me up even more.

And at that moment, I realized that independence was something I needed, desperately.
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Sorry, I'll try to fit in a character or two in the second chapter. Supporting characters will appear in chapter five or so, so I apologize if your character isn't in the story yet. I'm having a little trouble fitting in everyone.

And if you'd like to change the species of your characters, by all means, be my guests! I just realized, what would a story be without warlocks and faeries? D:

 

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