My thin spidery wings float on the cold air. 1
I feel a noise around me even though I can't hear it. 2
Damian came up behind me and grabbed my shoulder.3
"Hey Parris, I was wondering what you were doing all alone up here," He said with sincerity in his deep green eyes. "You know, I have a place for you to go to if you are tired." while looking, staring right into my bright pink eyes. I felt his hand leave my shoulder as he flew off. 4
I don't know if it was just me or what, but I could've sworn that I did not have a purple rose in my hand when Damian arrived. 5
I dived after him at a deathly speed,when I caught up with him I wrenched him out of flight.6
"What the hell is up with you, Damian? You have changed so much since...," I couldn't finish my sentence. 7
He and I both know who killed my mother and since then he has not been as friendly but just more than that; like this would make-up for it. I never asked him why and I just ignored it until now.8
"Parris I am so sorry for this," Damian claimed as he took me by the neck and slashed my throat. He knew though that would hurt but I would still live.9
The pain was tolerable but not for much longer. I curled up on the sidewalk and went unconscious. 10
I woke up in a familiar place with a big bed and a roomful of curtains on the windows...
Author notes
I don't know if this is what you want but i think it will suffice... but it is up to you!
A contest entry
- Your Own DARK Vampire Angel by Prodigious.Mirth.
350 points, ended March 4, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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Why have I been hearing the name Damian so much lately? I don't think I know one.
Anyway, the story left me wanting more, even though I normally don't like Sci-Fi or fantasy so much. I guess that means it was good. Let me know if you ever post more on it.
peace... or anarchy. Whichever...
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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My thin spidery wings float on the cold air.
I feel a noise around me even though I can't hear it.
Damian came up behind me and grabbed my shoulder.
"Hey Parris, I was wondering what you were doing all alone up here," He said with sincerity in his deep green eyes. "You know, I have a place for you to go to if you are tired." while looking, staring right into my bright pink eyes. I felt his hand leave my shoulder as he flew off.
I don't know if it was just me or what, but I could've sworn that I did not have a purple rose in my hand when Damian arrived.
I dived after him at a deathly speed,when I caught up with him I wrenched him out of flight.
"What the hell is up with you, Damian? You have changed so much since...," I couldn't finish my sentence.
He and I both know who killed my mother and since then he has not been as friendly but just more than that; like this would make-up for it. I never asked him why and I just ignored it until now.
"Parris I am so sorry for this," Damian claimed as he took me by the neck and slashed my throat. He knew though that would hurt but I would still live.
The pain was tolerable but not for much longer. I curled up on the sidewalk and went unconscious.
I woke up in a familiar place with a big bed and a roomful of curtains on the windows...
copy..paste..resubmitt and I will accept
It was a bit rushed I can see, but nether the less I am eager to know more
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