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 Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 1:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 1:56 pm
Hex strode into the park. She swore inwardly. She could smell werewolf on the air, and immediately the hairs on the back of her neck rose. It wasn't that she hated werewolves, as vampires, by all rights, should; it was the worry, gnawing at her stomach, that the werewolves would get jumped by hasty teenaged Undead. Even a muscular, powerful werewolf couldn't take too many vampires all at once.
It was, frankly, ridiculous that this war was still going on. She had been dead for hundreds of years and it was still happening. She couldn't even remember why it had started...perhaps something to do with the mauling of a human, though Hex was sure her memory was hazy.
She sighed and sat down hard on the soft grass, closing her eyes and listening intently in case werewolves got in some trouble.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 1:57 pm
He was sitting on a bench in the park watching the paper and the other vampires walking around
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 2:01 pm
Sting ran to the door of the pub, but stopped dead, in his tracks. He spun around and back to his table, grabbed the heavy-loong bag, and cried at a middle-aged woman at the neighbouring table, "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?".
He turned again and headed for the door.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 2:06 pm
Jake gave up the paper for now and looked around, he saw more vampires, and a few laying on the grass, he walked up to Hex and asked "can you feel what I think are near us?" he looked at her with nervous eyes, though he would be ready to fight if it came to that.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 2:06 pm
Kyra had progressed from walking, to running, realizing she was late home.
She glanced at the park, wondering whether to take a short cut.
She knew that was a popular vampire hang out, but if she didn't get home, her parents would ground her.
Her feet decided for her, propelling her forward into the park.
Most of the vampires did not notice her, although a couple glanced up.
They must have realized she was a werewolf, but for some reason, they just did not care.
As Kyra ran down the path, she glanced from side to side, monitoring her surroundings.
Catching something on her peripheral vision, she turned her head to look. Unfortunately, this unbalanced her, and she fell hard, right next to a girl vampire around her age, sitting on the grass.
She tried to push herself up, but her left ankle throbbed with pain.
A wave of fear swept over her. What would this vampire do to an almost helpless werewolf?
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 2:07 pm
A movement in the shadow could of been seen that dark and dangerous night. The figure in the shadows moved quickly as not to be seen by any of the werewolves that were around. It's not that she hated the werewolves, no, actually she wanted the fighting and the war to be over so she could get a peaceful rest. . but no. . they had to fight.
At that instant a beautiful but pale figure came out of the shadows. She didn't look any older than about 17, though she was vampire and dead. She brushed off her torn black dress before stepping closer and closer to the park; slowly but surely. . . she wasn't going to be attacked yet.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 2:08 pm
Hex had been about to answer the other vampire when something landed hard beside her. She jumped and stared at what was, by the scent of her, a young werewolf. She looked curiously at her.
"Are you okay?" she asked, and by the look on the werewolf's face, that wasn't the comment she had been expecting.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 2:12 pm
Kyra looked up, shocked.
This was not what she had been expecting.
Was this a trap?
She tensed her muscles tentatively, and felt a wash of pain from her ankle.
Could this vampire help her, when Kyra could not help herself?
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 2:15 pm
Jake looked at the new werewolf, a young one, why had she runned into this park? "girl, what are you doing in here?" he said looking at her, nervously and holding one of his arms with the other as if he was hurt
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 2:15 pm
Sly walked a little farther, seeing a vampire standing, another sitting and the one sitting talking to someone who had fallen. . right then she could smell it; werewolf. She took a breath, but walked up to the small group, seeing what was going on. . . "Looks like my suspicions are correct. . . " she muttered, looking at the horror on the young wolf's face and the curiosity on the vampires face.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 2:17 pm
The door to the pub swung up, and out into the streets came Sting, looking terrorized with fear. He looked around and saw numerous young persons walking to the park. Sting felt an urge to follow, though he knew he shouldn't. The park was a dangerous place for a werewolf and it had been so through all his life. The urge was getting stronger and stronger, and at last he gave in. He strode towards the entrance of the park.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 2:17 pm
Hex looked challengingly at the new vampire. "Don't you hurt her!" she said, maneuvering in front of the werewolf. She asked the girl, "Are you injured?" Then she took a good look. "Oh, your ankle!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 2:19 pm
"I was taking a shortcut" Kyra replied, in answer to his question, growing increasingly nervous.
The girl vampire, in the tattered black dress was eying her up, and the male one near her wasn't looking too friendly either.
Luckily, the vampire whom she had almost landed on top of was nicer, and was trying to protect her.
Since Kyra's ankle was injured, she would have to trust this vampire to protect and help her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 2:22 pm
"I won't hurt her, but, I have some problems too take care of" in his hand he hold a piece of paper forcing himself not to look at it and trying to see of the girl was speaking the truth
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