The night was dark. Quiet. A dangerous night for anyone, but one only realized by those trained to face that danger. A normal human being can go out during this time and face down true darkness and not even realize it. But we do. We always realize it. And sometimes, just sometimes, the creatures will get that urge to feed, to cause pain, and then that is all that human will ever know. The feeling of helplessness, of fear. Of domination and agony.
And then you're dead. No one will notice. Hell, you won't even notice. They move as a whisper and steal as a wraith.
No one will notice...but us.
Every loss hits us hard. It's supposed to. Humans who know of us think of us as society's rulers, leaders, protectors, parents. Risking our lives and our bodies, our sanities, souls, and family for dominance over them. Silly humans. That's not true at all. My half-blind, now-dead grandmother (as opposed to the all-evil not-dead one) once told me:
{{It is not they who are slave to our superior strength...it is us that are, for we are bound to serve them with it.}}
And as the life of any slave is, ours is a hard one.
We are Vampire Hunters.
Author notes
This will, hopefully, eventually, be based off a very weird dream I had last night and continued when I woke up at 3am and said fuck that. I hope it's not TOO too cliche. If it is, I am sorry. The title is crap too, I know, but hopefully things will get better. I should be doing my French homework right now, which I SHOULD have done last night, but I'm not. Although I should. And might as well. It's already two days late *innocent grin*.
...That's all my ramblings for now.
{{{P.S.-I wrote this in about two minutes, it took me longer to edit the background, and I think it turned out pretty good. Mayhap I shall edit it more later. *gets hungry for teh writing*}}}
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Liked the mystery surrounding it though you may fully capture a reader by placing a seed of curiosity in here; a situation, a person or thing. A catalyst of some sort; seeing as you've read my story I'll tell you...Kyran is the catalyst. Understand better now? Anywho, good start!
beginning: 2, language: 2, plot: 2, ending: 4, dialog: 3, characters: 3.
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i still like the title...*tear* and i think that this it(story) is really confusing but it sounds interesting."And then your dead. No one will notice. Hell, you won't even notice." just how life is don't u think? ur there and then ur not, peopel just deal with it and then they forget... depressing. and the whole we are the slaves to our strength is so spiderman!!!!!!!!! but batman is better...!!!
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