The dark shadows grew more immense with every one of my steps. My hands shaking slightly as I gripped the wood in my hand. I took a step on the soft damp ground, my shoe leaving an imprint in the soil.
I glanced over my shoulder every so often; having that feeling I was being followed. I staggered toward the rod iron gates of the cemetery. I scaled the gate with ease, of course being silent. I couldn’t hear what was following me but I could sense it.
I slide around the tomb stones, following the curving winding paths. Grave after grave after grave. The same old things. Just me going through the motions. Of course I had a mission, something that I hoped no one after me would ever have to endure; but once I died, some other poor sap would take over.
My shoes crushing the gravel as I walked the dark dimly lit path. I swayed a small bit as I walked, hoping to see anyone. Anything… to do.
But it wasn’t always like this. No. I was just… a regular, ha yeah, regular teenager whose biggest worry was what am I going to wear to school. But…But not after I turn sixteen. Then what I thought was normal and well my life, turned upside down and did a cart wheel into Topsy-turvy town.
All before I met Andrew and Tristan and the rest of the gang, who help me in this passionate world of kill or be killed.
Then again it didn’t start out all bad....
- Title: Life and Times... Slayer
- Artist: Sweet_Toothfanatic
- Description: just a fiction story, yes, based on vampire. But its complete original. No love story, no "Dooms day" or anything like this. Please comment (good or bad...just not too bad.) The real title is "The Life and Times of the Typical American Slayer." It's only the beginning cuz i haven't really written much. Writers block ><" so here ya go... I'm giving credit to not just myself by some other gaia-ians (?), because they helped edit or work on it, (XDing_Princess and Sweet Artfantic)
- Date: 05/03/2009
- Tags: vampire americanslayer