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My name is Danika Riles. I have the power to save lives, and to take them away. By day, I am a high school student at a local high school, where I struggle to fit in. My nights, however, are a different story all together. I am a huntress of the night, a well known killer, fittingly known to the vampires as the Reaper.


Submitted:Nov 2, 2011    Reads: 17    Comments: 6    Likes: 4   


Prologue

The rhythm of her heels against the pavement is a seductive click, tap, click. The sway of her hips, a hypnotic dance, is a feast for his eyes and imagination. Her body tight dress leaves little to the mind's fancy, forming to curves well suited for a man's appetite. Too bad it is all going to go to waste. The city is alive around him, full of light and sound, blinding and annoying in its intensity. It is all proof of a life that evolves, rotating like time itself. The pulse of pumping blood is a heady rush, the echoes of each beat thrumming in his veins. He can already taste the coppery ecstasy, filling his body with power, with vitality. The thrill of the hunt is a high he knows well. The fear of his prey, hearing them scramble for that useless bit of cover, and then their frantic flutters as their body shuts down, bit by slow, agonizingly sweet bit; it is a very addictive game. But alas, every good thing must come to an end.

The seductress turns down an alley- how easily these humans put themselves up for risk- her body masked in the sea of shadows. It is time. He lunges forward, revealing himself. The vampire feels his fangs grow longer, his fingernails lengthening into claws. The woman turns as the male falls upon her, hands reaching for her throat, and failing in their quest.

A agonizing fire erupts in his chest. He tear his hungry eyes from her throat, ripping them down to his chest to see what has caused him this distraction. A stake, wooden and professionally carved, is embedded in the planes of his chest, directly over the heart. Long, golden tan fingers are curled around the shaft, an emerald ring with a band of silver the sole decoration among her fingers. A word catches his gaze as it begins to darken.

Reaper.

For the first time in three centuries, he terrified for his life. His vision blacks out.

One down, multiple more to go. The pile of ashes before me quickly disembarks on a mission with the wind, the current carrying it away as gently as waves. My fingers wrap around the wooden stake, one of my weapons of my craft. Tucking it safely back in its holster at my thigh, I continue on down the main road.

My name is Danika Riles. I have the power to save lives, and to take them away. By day, I am a high school student at a local high school, where I struggle to fit in. My nights, however, are a different story all together. I am a huntress of the night, a well known killer, fittingly known to the vampires as the Reaper.

 





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