Post by Miss Gates on Mar 22, 2016 22:22:14 GMT -7
The air brushed against her cheeks. Her body lay in the middle of the park in Crimson City. Her corpse was now alive. She was a vampire. Trista Light had turned into a vampire. She was just a human looking for a place to party and now she was turned. Trista sat up and scanned her surroundings. The night had never seem more dark. The trees were more green than ever. She could hear sounds that were fifty feet away. Trista felt a burning sensation in her throat. Then in her stomach, at least she thought it was her stomach.
Becoming a vampire meant that she had to feed her soul as well. Her soul was hungry. She was starving and all she could think of was blood. Trista needed to get help. She needed to head to the one place that someone could help her. There was a place in Crimson City where newly turned vampires needed to check in or register. It was Crimson's Registry. Once registered the new vampire could have a feast. Trista needed to get there fast. Trista got up and ran.
She ran as fast as she could. Trista felt like she was a blur in the wind. She never felt such adrenaline. Her body felt as light as a feather, this was all so new! And exciting. Trista was also worried. She was scared. The fear ran up and down her spine but there were no goosebumps. She felt nothing like a human. The only thing she had in common with humans now was that she needed to feed.
Trista ran through the cities' sidewalks. She bumped into a few people but she ignored them. She needed to concentrate. She didn't want to hurt anyone. The building was on her mind. The registry was on her mind. She needed help and Trista was almost there when she bumped into someone. She fell down on her ass really hard. Trista groaned in pain. Yes, that hurt. Apparently vampires could feel pain. Huh, something new. Trista looked up and noticed it was a man. He was dressed in an all black suit. His skin was pale and there was a little blood on his lip.
Trista gasped and said, "I'm sorry sir!"
He said nothing and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped the blood off his lip and smiled. He placed the handkerchief back in his pocket and shrugged his shoulders. His eyes were a deep blue, almost black and it seemed like sparkles were dancing in his eyes. Trista thought the man was quite amused by this. Then he finally spoke,
"Your blood tastes that of a newborn." He said and paused. "My name is Hal. Do you need some help?"
Hal extended his arm and held out his hand. Trista looked at his hand and hesitated. Her mother warned her that the more handsome the man was the more trouble he was. Trista didn't want to get hurt, or killed in this city. Then she realized that she had just died. So did it really matter anymore?
Becoming a vampire meant that she had to feed her soul as well. Her soul was hungry. She was starving and all she could think of was blood. Trista needed to get help. She needed to head to the one place that someone could help her. There was a place in Crimson City where newly turned vampires needed to check in or register. It was Crimson's Registry. Once registered the new vampire could have a feast. Trista needed to get there fast. Trista got up and ran.
She ran as fast as she could. Trista felt like she was a blur in the wind. She never felt such adrenaline. Her body felt as light as a feather, this was all so new! And exciting. Trista was also worried. She was scared. The fear ran up and down her spine but there were no goosebumps. She felt nothing like a human. The only thing she had in common with humans now was that she needed to feed.
Trista ran through the cities' sidewalks. She bumped into a few people but she ignored them. She needed to concentrate. She didn't want to hurt anyone. The building was on her mind. The registry was on her mind. She needed help and Trista was almost there when she bumped into someone. She fell down on her ass really hard. Trista groaned in pain. Yes, that hurt. Apparently vampires could feel pain. Huh, something new. Trista looked up and noticed it was a man. He was dressed in an all black suit. His skin was pale and there was a little blood on his lip.
Trista gasped and said, "I'm sorry sir!"
He said nothing and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped the blood off his lip and smiled. He placed the handkerchief back in his pocket and shrugged his shoulders. His eyes were a deep blue, almost black and it seemed like sparkles were dancing in his eyes. Trista thought the man was quite amused by this. Then he finally spoke,
"Your blood tastes that of a newborn." He said and paused. "My name is Hal. Do you need some help?"
Hal extended his arm and held out his hand. Trista looked at his hand and hesitated. Her mother warned her that the more handsome the man was the more trouble he was. Trista didn't want to get hurt, or killed in this city. Then she realized that she had just died. So did it really matter anymore?