This.. uh.. thing.. is really just something tossed together to show my writing style and just basic crap like.. mostly for roleplaying purposes, mind you. ^_~ ..So yeah.
There was a strange scent in the air that night, one that came through the village in a red haze. The scent, anybody could tell, was blood. The fire had swept through the town burning all but one of the buildings into ash and leaving all of it's inhabitants either dead or with nowhere to go. All those living in the town without any shelter made way to begin the construction of a place for them to live whether or not just for the time being. There was one boy in the group of villagers who couldn't stay. He knew he couldn't. There was just something in the air that told him to go. But for the sake of his dying mother, he fell back and stayed with her. Then the haze came. He knew he should have gone. He knew... but he hadn't done so.
His eyes burned like fire as he stepped out from the makeshift shelter back into the greyed town which still stank of ash. He looked around, tucking shoulder length strands of brown hair behind his ears. His blue eyes widened as he saw the red fog come in like a virus. It spread everywhere through the town replacing it's burned scent with one of blood. He shook his head, biting his lower lip nervously, taking several steps back to run back to the shelter. But was it really safe there? Probably not.
He stood by the poorly made door, brown gloved hand pressed against it. His right hand stayed by his dagger as his fingers drummed impatiantly against dulled wood. He turned around and bit his lip harder, his teeth nearly piercing his skin. Hs heart beat faster and faster as a gentle sound of footsteps came from the dirt path leading from the forest and into the village. He could barely breathe. His heart was racing so fast he could swear it would fall out.
He stared at the path through the hazy fog and saw an army of figures, all tall with long hair with piercing red eyes. He stepped back, only to have his back meet against the weak stone of the shelter. He couldn't really find much else to do but stare. He was too weak to take them on alone... especially since he was only fifteen. His breath cut short as he reached blindly for the handle of the door. All felt hopeless. He couldn't reach it. He couldn't find it. He was outside with nowhere else to go.
"There's nothing to worry about, Haiiro.." A gentle voice cooed. It was a guy's voice and it had no friendly tone to it at all. He gasped having found out that, who or whatever these people were, they knew his name. All but one stopped several feet ahead of him. One figure still walked towards him, his eyes were different than the rest. Haiiro wasn't exactly sure what his eyes looked like due to the fact that they were closed. He felt threatened by this aura that the being was exuding. His aura was that of malice and pure darkness. Then... within a second he stopped.. and he was right in front of him.
He had long hair about to his mid back that was completely black. He was dressed from head to toe in black, though some how it was all very unique and something he might call regal. His eyes were closed, but his right eye was covered by his hair. His skin was deathly pale and he was thin as if he hadn't eaten in forever. He had wings stretching out of his back made entirely of bones though they really didn't seem like they would allow him to fly. "Little Haiiro..." He hissed out softly.
"Wh-...who are you...?" He asked, his voice nearly cracking as his body began to shake. "You may call me Maedien." He said with a soft smirk as his eyes opened. His eyes were navy with small pupils of white with red dots for the irises. Haiiro stared into his eyes. They were of nothing from the world he knew. No... this.. 'Maedien'.. He was evil. Pure evil and nothing more.
"Little Haiiro... didn't I say there was nothing to worry about?" He asked softly. "...I--" He started to speak but was cut off as Maedien covered his mouth with a strong hand. "It won't hurt for long..." He smirked, showing sharpened teeth. "What won't?!" He blurted, pulling his hand from his mouth to speak before it was covered again. "I'm going to eat you boy... I'm going to devour your little body and then have my minions dine on you friends and family..." He grinned darkly, malice making his eyes shimmer.
His hand lowered to grip onto Haiiro's shoulders. "Just what are you?!" He shouted. "Me? Haha.." He laughed darkly, "Me, my boy... I'm a Damned." He hissed in his ear as a claw ran loosely across Haiiro's neck. "You're going to kill this village.. you and your things! Ar-..aren't you?" He looked up at him, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
He smiled, a smile that Haiiro only thought he'd see from the most evil being alive as he spoke, "At least you're the first to go." He laughed darkly as he bent down to his neck. And as soon as Haiiro thought he was simply a vampire, he had quite literally ripped off part of his skin. His eyes widened before shutting in pain as he screamed. The only thing he could think was 'I'm going to die.. I'm going to die..' And just as he felt Maedien's sharp teeth rip into his skin again, he heard somebody shout his name. Maedien dropped him and, with the sudden lack of blood, he couldn't stay up. It all happened so quickly... and as soon as he thought he was about to be saved... he felt Maedien pick him up into his powerful grip.
Just when he thought things would be okay... And to make things worse, as soon as Maedien had disappeared with him in his arms, he passed out...
DUN DUN DUN!! I'll prolly mess with this some more every now and then but uh.. yeah. That's it. sweatdrop
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