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This word itself can conjure up an infinite number of ideas. The sleek, mysterious, fluid movements, smooth clean lines, bloodlust, the darkly appealing nature of it. Like the moon they appear at night, slinking their way into our sky. But we never know them; we see only a reflection, a shadow, a whisper.
Certainly by now you want to know what I lavish these words upon. Certainly again I will tell you, as you have been patient.
Vampires
Her features would have reminded one of an elegant gothic Lolita doll. Naturally rouged lips that by design curved into a knowing smile, evergreen eyes glowing in the shade that hid her face. Shadow cast by her long dark hair, flowing past her hips and curling down to end at her calves. The clothing she wore seemed too frail to shield her delicate frame from the elements. A black, pleated skirt ended neatly just below her ankles, the lace of her petticoat ending just below, enough to show a hint of lace, paired with a long sleeved, middy blouse, the white of it broken only by the black of the fabric that wrapped around the shoulders to end in a tie- style bow down the front. She sat on the flat roof of the building, hands clasped in her lap and ankles neatly crossed to let her legs hang over the edge. Her body remained in this position, each muscle tensed, until she caught the scent of fear. Her long pale neck arched delicately to look down at the street 30 stories below her. With a feminine sigh she jumped down, the wind of her fall somehow only causing the hem of her skirt to flare a little. Landing elegantly she straightened her clothes and looked around, eyes scanning the area around her. Walking down the darkened street, surely no place for a girl of her age, the scent of fear got stronger. She glanced around the corner into an alley to see the same whimpering high-school jock that had pushed her into a wall that same day, being attacked by them.
Vampires
Conflict.
Some people relish in its ability to tear them apart. Most hate the feeling, but live with an astute acceptance of its neccesity. But she, she lived conflict. The conflict of life and death, light and dark, day and night all surrounded her life, tormenting her. With life, light, and day she was one girl. And with death, dark, and night she was entirely another. Of course, the conflict was that she did not know which of these she truly was. She could not see that each were both sides of her, both sides of the girl.
Her eyes narrowed as the vampires closed in on the jock. She didn't even know the boy's name. Nor did he, she assumed, know her name. Of course that's how it is in high-school. The strong and popular afflict pain upon those whom they consider to be weak, the outsiders.and she was most definitely an outsider. Unclasping her hands from their position in front of her she walked deeper into the alley. Her footsteps so light that the vampires and the teenager did not notice her until she was directly behind them. When she spoke the wind almost carried her soft voice to their ears.
"Please.let him go."
Three vampires against one girl would not have seen like a fair fight to anyone. She was frail, willowy almost, and they were large and burly. Her request was denied with an impolite snort and instead they raised the now sobbing adolescent by his neck against the wall.
Sighing she leaned against the cool brick, the feeling of it soothing her as she raised her head to look directly into the eyes of the one who held him.
"I did ask, and I will ask a second time. But do not expect a third request. Please, let the boy go."
Growling the two other vampires who had stood passively beside the head stepped forward to corner the girl.
"Vamp's gotta eat girly.you'd make a fine meal yourse..."
The boy was immediately dropped, and the head vampire ran off.
She had killed them before they had finished their sentence.
Conflict.
Taste it, breathe it, live it, be it. She had done all of them but she still did not have a liking for the conflict that surrounded her.
With a yawn she crawled through her bedroom window, not even bothering to take off her shoes before crashing down into the soft bed.
Then The Alarm Rang
"Aw...Fuck"