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The slay that’s what its all about. The feeling of power and duty. That’s what I am, the slayer. That is my job, the only reason why I exist. I must hunt and kill. Nothing less nothing more. Slayer shouldn’t have anything other then that. How could a slayer be anything else?
I brushed pass the people on the streets. They seemed to be annoyed by that, not like I cared. I had to get to the haunt. Couldn’t let these pathetic humans stand in my way. I was powerful and they were not, and if they tired to mess with me I would just take them out.
Finally I managed to make it to the grave yard, and there, there was a vampire standing there. Ah yes the whole reason why I existed, to kill that thing that was there. I had a serious look upon my face as I approached the thing. It looked at me with a dumbfounded look upon its face.
“What’s this” It hissed at me “A pretty little girl like you all by herself.”
I left the same expression that I had on my face before and sized the vampire down. “Your so dusted.” I delivered a swift hard punch to the face, sent the vampire flying back. I took my time walking up to him, didn’t matter how fast I did it, he would be dust in the end. They always would be dust in the end. Plus I enjoyed the slay, the pleasure of the haunt and kill.
The vampire started to back up but still wasn’t on its feet yet. I looked down at the thing and laughed. True the only thing that brought me any kind of joy was seeing them suffer. Especially that look of fear on there face when they realized that I was the slayer and that I was going to dust them.
I grabbed the stake that was in my pocket and scent it though his heart. That was it, he was dust and I was still there. I brushed the dust off my cloths and turned around. I know there had to be some more lurking in here. Always was more then one. Then I would have to go back to that house of mine, with the others. Didn’t like see the other version of me, she was weak and had too many feelings. Feelings she shouldn’t have, she should be a slayer like me, strong and powerful. But she wasn’t. And they always wanted me to help them. Why? They acted like I was suppose to care or something.
That other one who claimed to be a slayer went off to go and find the lesser half of me. She actually thought I’d go with her. She didn’t have any idea what true power was. She was like the rest of them. I was the only one with real power here, the only one worthy of being the slayer. Let her go on her own. I hunt alone.
I can handle this on my own. Didn’t need any backup. Already saved the key on my own, how hard could it be saving something just as weak.
I brushed pass the people on the streets. They seemed to be annoyed by that, not like I cared. I had to get to the haunt. Couldn’t let these pathetic humans stand in my way. I was powerful and they were not, and if they tired to mess with me I would just take them out.
Finally I managed to make it to the grave yard, and there, there was a vampire standing there. Ah yes the whole reason why I existed, to kill that thing that was there. I had a serious look upon my face as I approached the thing. It looked at me with a dumbfounded look upon its face.
“What’s this” It hissed at me “A pretty little girl like you all by herself.”
I left the same expression that I had on my face before and sized the vampire down. “Your so dusted.” I delivered a swift hard punch to the face, sent the vampire flying back. I took my time walking up to him, didn’t matter how fast I did it, he would be dust in the end. They always would be dust in the end. Plus I enjoyed the slay, the pleasure of the haunt and kill.
The vampire started to back up but still wasn’t on its feet yet. I looked down at the thing and laughed. True the only thing that brought me any kind of joy was seeing them suffer. Especially that look of fear on there face when they realized that I was the slayer and that I was going to dust them.
I grabbed the stake that was in my pocket and scent it though his heart. That was it, he was dust and I was still there. I brushed the dust off my cloths and turned around. I know there had to be some more lurking in here. Always was more then one. Then I would have to go back to that house of mine, with the others. Didn’t like see the other version of me, she was weak and had too many feelings. Feelings she shouldn’t have, she should be a slayer like me, strong and powerful. But she wasn’t. And they always wanted me to help them. Why? They acted like I was suppose to care or something.
That other one who claimed to be a slayer went off to go and find the lesser half of me. She actually thought I’d go with her. She didn’t have any idea what true power was. She was like the rest of them. I was the only one with real power here, the only one worthy of being the slayer. Let her go on her own. I hunt alone.
I can handle this on my own. Didn’t need any backup. Already saved the key on my own, how hard could it be saving something just as weak.