The killer of Killers (375)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

this is the event that started the vampire girl on her mission to kill killers like before some content may not be suited for young readers parental permission is advised some language, blood and vampires.

My silver hair fell around me as fire burned where my heart should be I hissed out at the hunters that had me surrounded, “this is just a memory” I say a memory I relived every time sleep found me.

 

To my horror it continued “look what we caught a young little vampire out all alone” sneered one of the hunters he looked like he was around the same age that I looked sixteen, he had black, hair and brown eyes and a smile that made his cheeks dimple.

 

Someone to my left kicked me and I spat blood onto the boot of another hunter who stood at my right that hunter kicked my face “Stupid B**ch” he snapped as he kicked my shoulder this time.

 

I growled at them as tears streamed down my face my black eyes where all most completely black now and I was terrified not for me I would live but for them they would be dead they just did not know it yet.

 

“Why is this one not dust?” asked a much younger hunter he was probably twelve pore kid, the others shrugged and the oldest one the only one not holding a stake because he had jabbed his through my ribs said “ not all vampires have the same weakness.”

 

I thought about how offal my luck had been I was a young vampire left alone in the world because hunters like the ones who now surrounded me had killed my maker my maker was no ordinary vampire he was half demon and only magic could kill him.

 

This spiked my rage and my iris shrunk even smaller I had never killed before my maker told me that we did not have to kill but he also told me that when injured the demon side would take control he explained that the retinol side was the vampire side that the vampire new when to stop but the demon had no control the demon only wanted death and blood.

 

Right now my retinol side was slipping fast I shook violently as I tried to hold it back the stupid hunters where laughing and giving each other high fives they thought I was dieing how wrong they where I was living.

 

My eyes opened and my black void was complete the stake was gone from my chest, and the oldest hunters head lay on the ground I turned to face the other hunter all of them children frozen in the fear that lashed out at them from off of my body.

 

“Run little children” I said in a voice that was not my own a voice that sounded like it had come straight from the movie the grudge. I tore off limbs drained blood and destroyed the hunters the youngest one ran for a village deep in the woods.

 

“Five” I say after I drain him dry, I look at a big sign to my left; “Welcome to VAMP training center (where we train you to face the vampires of the night)” I walk into the town it is not long before my ears are ringing from the screams.

 

Blood drenches the streets, the walls, the doors, the bodies, the homes nowhere is safe every where is chaos somewhere in this chaos other vampires had joined me in the bloodbath attracted like sharks at sea.

 

There where fifty of them as I slowly came back to myself the horror sunk in and I almost collapsed “you told me to remind you 375” said a vampire to my left I nodded I new what it meant.

 

He watched me with cold calculating eyes the eyes of a true predator as I approached the others I saw that some of the vampires looked five I noted that all the younger looking ones had deep black eyes with no pupil the others mostly had red eyes and some had normal eyes.

 

We surrounded I pile of the dead the scent of blood, death and oil invaded my senses and I new that every man, women, and child in the village where dead the only living things here where the killers us vampires and we had to make it look like an accident.

 

As the fire erupted we all speed off together we did not stop till we reached a clearing miles away the others slapped me on the back and keep calling me Bose some even called me master and I was sure that I was the youngest vampire there at only twenty seven.

 

After that I found myself having a new life as the leader of a vampire coven turns out that most of the vampires had been captured by the hunters and had been being experimented on I freed them and gave a speech that got them to fight along side me.

 

Even though I was no longer alone I vowed to only kill the killers of the world those humans who would kill for no good reason every day I lived with the pain of what happened to that village.

 

The others helped me get over the pain by reminding me that even the children of that village would have eventually killed others not other humans but other vampires it helped a little.


Submitted: January 31, 2015

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Art of Ambrosia

You feed the desire for that Intense we crave for mixed The empathy and sympathy and compassion in the drama.

Tue, February 17th, 2015 3:35pm

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Thanks a bunch ;)

Tue, February 17th, 2015 9:45pm

Art of Ambrosia

I enjoyed reading

Tue, February 17th, 2015 3:35pm

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Thanks. ;)

Wed, February 18th, 2015 4:22pm

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