Hi, everyone! I just wrote this there now, off the top of my head, and decided to share it with you guys! --------------------------------------------------- I walked out of Youth Club and into the semi-darkness. It was a cold, miserable night. I pulled my coat tighter around me. An eerie mist hung in the air, making it almost impossible to see where I was going. Still, I walked on. I turned into a street filled with old, mysterious houses. They towered over me, looking haunting in the moonlight. Suddenly, a ghostly figure stepped out of the darkness. I stopped in my tracks. The figure was tall and thin, dressed in black, old-style clothes. He looked like he had stepped straight out of the Victorian era. He had pale, almost white skin and blood red lips, a pointed nose and high cheekbones. He also had short, jet-black hair. He was very handsome, in a way, and looked about twenty-five years old. He walked towards me, and before I knew it, he was stood right in front of me. I looked up at him and goodness, those eyes... A hazel colour with flecks of gold... They were so amazing, so mesmerising... He tilted my head and looked straight into my eyes, as if he was staring into my soul... Then, just as quickly as he had appeared, he vanished. I turned in circles and stumbled down endless streets trying to find him. I heard a voice coming from behind me saying "Turn around" but when I looked around there was no one there. Again I heard the voice, "Turn around" and had the crazy notion that it was the Beautiful Stranger, so I listened to it and turned. I saw the street of old, mysterious houses come into view, the same street where I had met the man whom I was now looking for. I was running towards the houses when I saw that an old rotting door of one was left open. The house was dark and sinister-looking, but I was foolish and in love, so I didn't think twice about going in. As I boldly stepped up to the door, a rusted brass plate caught my eye. I made out the name "C. E. Dracula" and immediately thought about how well that name suited my Beautiful Stranger. I entered the house, searching through corridors and rooms. Each second lasted a lifetime, each sound made an earthquake. Eventually, I spotted a door with light flooding out from a hole down the side. Cautiously, I pulled at the handle, and was surprised when the door opened easily without noise. What was even more surprising, though, was how clean, tidy and well-decorated the room was. There were plush, expensive carpets thrown over the bare floorboards, a warm, crackling fire in the fireplace, beautifully crafted chairs and hanging from the ceiling, was a gleaming crystal chandelier. Suddenly, a low, masculine voice spoke out, startling me. "I've been expecting you." I searched the room to find where the voice was coming form, and there, in the corner, sat my Beautiful Stranger. He stood up, motioning for me to sit down beside him. I stared into his eyes, mesmerised once again. He pulled my hair back, his fingers gliding over the smooth skin of my neck. He pulled me onto his lap and began to kiss my neck, filling me with passion and desire. Across the room, I saw a mirror and watched his kisses turn form delicate to hungry. I was so fascinated, I didn't notice his eyes changing colour to dark red, until the last minute. By now it was too late. I tried to scream, to run, to get away, but he had me secured in a vice-like grip. Suddenly he parted his ruby red lips and opened his mouth wide, to reveal two white, dagger-like fangs. I tried again to fight him off, but he snapped his head forward, plunging his fangs into my neck with deadly precision. Then he proceeded to drink all the life out of me. My vision blurred, my body became weak, and the last thing I saw was my Beautiful Stranger grinning at me with blood dripping from his fangs. My blood.
I'm not very good at continuing stories, I was doing a collaboration with Adam, but different time zones made it difficult and I just don't have time to update The introduction I used once in an English exam, and I decided to continue it. I found an old writing notebook in a cupboard under my bed yesterday and the intro was written in it. Once I had finished, I decided to upload it to see what you guys thought, cause I'm usually a reader and not a writer on this.
Oh trust me, If I wasn't awfully sleepy, I would've practically given you a bloody 5 paragraph on why you should continue stories and why this story has captivating!
Aww thanks I've decided that I'll just update anyway, I don't care if I get no readers!!!! --------------------------------------------------- Edward smiled. "Another day, another victim" he thought to himself. He rose, carrying the dead body of the girl he had feasted upon. Every day was the same. He would lure a young girl to his ghostly home, then kill her and give her body to the dogs. Never once had he failed in his task. He carried the body down a long, damp corridor, finally stopping at a blood-covered door. Unlocking it and pushing it open with his foot, he quickly threw the body to the hungry, soulless creatures before him, watching as the tore the victim to shreds. He closed the door, locked it and exited the gruesome house, onto the cold, dark street. Running a hand through his jet-black hair, he walked around the corner onto another equally horrid street. He pulled a shiny golden key out of his top pocket and opened the door to one of the houses, then stepped inside. He closed the wooden door, flicked the light switch on and the hallway was flooded with brightness. He trudged up the old, worn stairs and opened the door to his bedroom. He flopped down on the unmade bed, pleased but exhausted. "This is too easy" he thought as he slowly drifted off to sleep. --------------------------------------------------- Short, I know!! I'm still deciding wether I should continue, as I have next to no readers...
Thank you!!! I will try to update now before my iPhone runs out of charge!! --------------------------------------------------- Edward awoke to the sound of birds chirping happily outside. He groaned. How he hated happy noises. The only thing that made him happy was the screaming of his victims and the taste of their blood. He got up, surprised he was still wearing the blood-stained clothes from the night before. He changed into a new all-black assemble and headed downstairs to get his next assignment. Flashback I had just bitten my first human. Father had brought her back from the planet 'Earth' to Lupia especially for me. She was young, about four or five, so it was quite an easy job for me, as I was twelve years old. I had a strange dream that night, where I was taken from my parents and flown far, far away. When I woke up, in a luxury bed with silk sheets, I felt stranger, different, older. A beautiful vampiress came to me and sat on my bed. She told me that my master had placed me on planet Earth to serve my duty, and that I was now twenty-five for ever. With that, she disappeared. I pinched myself to see if this was real. It was. A loud booming voice sounded from above, with a clap of thunder. The voice told me that my duty was to lure young girls to their death, together with fellow vampires working in different parts of Earth. Lupia was dying, and the vampire population was going to move to Earth once we had wiped the humans out. Suddenly, the voice faded and I was thrown into a whirlwind, then everything faded to black. When I finally came round, I was placed in a dark, damp house of some sort. I saw a raven perched a few steps away with something held in its beak. I cautiously crept over, careful not to startle it, and pulled the thing out. It was a note. It said: Edward, Your assignment is to kill two girls at dusk. This house will be where you kill them. You are to lure them here by flattery, but be careful; do not blow your cover too soon. There is a lavishly decorated room in which you must do the killing. Feed their bodies to the dogs afterwards. You must complete this, or else. I stared at the letter. Was this why I was here? To kill? Excellent. End of flashback The raven flew in through the open window and dropped the paper into Edward's outstretched hand. He read it carefully, processing what it said. He had to go to the city to hunt tonight. Edward knew this would be a challenge, but he also knew that he had to do it. Or Else.