Labitha.
With a blow at my face, I heard the loud cracking of my jaw. My eyes tightly closed, fear of opening them. Afraid, that if I did see the terror that had just struck my face the pain would only hurt more. It felt like a hard piece of force knocked all of my self-confidence out. That force was my very will and way to knock any chance of survival. I was dead. I knew it as soon as I was to slow to block the very blow. My eyes rolled in the back of my head and my mind had left my body. The awakening of it would not come, I thought. I could not hear anything and all I saw was black.
It seemed by body hadn't hit the ground. I was shocked. But when my attacker saw this, she came for another blow. I managed to re-awaken out of the darkness. My eyes opened, her strong muscle leg was coming straight for my face again. I grabbed her knee, twisting it to the right with all my force. Her body floated in the air, her arms and legs spun around with my very force. Then I dropped her broken leg and watched her blonde hair finally fall. The thud was loud and painful.
I didn't smile. I didn't even glare with the hatred that I had for. I took my wrist up to my jaw, my fingers touching it and cracking it hard back into's it place before it rested out of my mouth awkwardly.
Looking down at the body that tried to move, her moaning of pain carried throughout the chamber. She struggled, her palms touching the ground trying to balance her filthy excuse of flesh.
"Rise, Morgana." I spoke softly, looking down at her with a blank hatred. "You've come to the end." I stood up straight, ready for anything that was coming. "Accept it."
Morgana, the women on the floor rising only on her buttocks. She glared at me through golden hair, as it was all out of place from her head. Her teeth clenched and she pursed her lips, spitting at my feet. "You'll never see the end of me, Labitha." Her words sounded so convincing.
Now that made me smile, I took this and let my head fall back. I laughed, hard. It went throughout the room and I could feel her mind snapping out of pain, agony, and anger. "The end has already come. But not for me."
First I saw anger, then I saw hatred as my steps got closer to her. I moved quick, I did not hesitate. I saw her emerald eyes turn into hate to fear so quickly. It was wonderful. I must take it, I thought to myself. I must take this fear and embrace it. I held her cheeks to my palm and twisted her neck. At that moment, I had freed her.
I let go of the golden hair, my fingers slipping away from her cheeks and her body hit the floor once again. I watched her body for awhile. Her leg was broken. Her will was broken. Now, her life was broken.
This made me proud of everything I have worked for. I finally was strong enough. I had killed every last living link of the vampires.
Or, so I thought for almost 10 years.
***
I had let my body rest for that amount of the time. I put myself in a hybernation. I did not awaken, until I heard it.
I was fourteen when I had started killing vampires and then, it was a game. Protect myself by killing them. It was easy. I learned fast and the power came to me like a memory. I don't know how, but it was perfect. Everything was perect, until I heard it. Until 'he' came.
***
I found myself in a tavern, a new age dance club. This was awkward, even for me. I had just awoken from my sleep and the first thing I do is go into the first place I sensed it. I didn't know what it was, female, male, human, vampire, or werewolf. I wasn't even sure it existed. How could it? It only came out of my memory. The memory of my past life, the memory that took the very soul of my heart and twisted it. Turning it like the very head of someone's shoulders and snapping it's life away. How could I be so stupid? How could I have been so selfish?
Coming out of my loveless sleep was from my own lonely-ness. Not because the death dealers had returned to the safeless streets of this city. No, my senses were clear. My senses were broken. I couldn't tell which was which. My vision was blinded, my eyes were wide open. The confusion had flooded my mind and it ate away at everything I knew.
My vision took place, alls I could see was darkness. Dancing bodies, moving around each other like flawless meat. It disgusted me and their flesh made me hunger. But I wasn't here to feed.
I listened around me, past the music pounding through my ears. My eyes began to focus, the flesh became clearer to me. Humans pretending to be creatures of the night.
Nothing could bring me to laugh at this, this only made me interested even more. My mind was finally looking around. The bodies moving, slowly, Harder and faster to the beat of the music. That was interesting. I could see flesh everywhere, the pink-ness burned my eyes. But I stared at all of them, mostly looking like death dealers. But none of them having the true features. The vampire like teeth, the veiny skin, or the unforgivable beauty.
They're disgusting.
Everyone of them.
So why was I here?
I sensed it, but I didn't know what it was. Or, I didn't want to know what it was. It was stronger then I had ever faced. It breathed through all the walls, it was in the very souls of all of the humans and it reaked of death. It was loveless, hatred that never seem to escape from any darkness and swallowed any willing light. This power, formed everywhere. It breathed through my lungs and I took in the very poison of it.
Standing there for more then I had expected to, I felt my hand being gripped. A hand? What was this? I had asked myself and I wasn't sure. But I allowed it to take me, but I did not allow myself to look. I was to forsaken within the crowd, looking for what made me awaken. Where was it? What was it?
I was being taken deeper into the crowd, I bumped into the flesh and I was cursed. But I ignored it, it was closer now.
The evil sense filled my nostrils and I could now feel my throat burning with the poison running down my throat. It tasted like sweetness, it tasted like a new challenge. This hungered me.
I was about to grip free to go towards the very toxin, but I was swiftly turned away from it. I was pulled to a face. I was seen, clearly now. That made me angry, I turned around with a glare. Someone knows what I am now.
My eyes had shown clearly in front of them. The silver blue, pouring into the others. My pale skin glowed from the lights above, as the features of my hair embraced it. Hair cropped long in front of my face, touching near my jaw. The frail hair piece long in the front and made it's way in the back short. It covered my left eye and I spat, "Who are you? Who dares takes me away from my will?"
The voice spoke, but I still couldn't see it's face. "Do you really need a name, m'lady?"
Just the last pilote word had gotten my face hard, I gritted my teeth and spoke harshly. "Show yourself or I will be force to kill you."
He laughed, it belong to something male, it seem to bore into my mind and I hated it. I hated everything about is distasteless voice. It was worse then human flesh. It was worse then looking at it, but it was bitter-sweet just like the delicious taste of blood.
His face, coming out of the darkness only for a split second. Only enough for me to see it. His eyes were cold, they were dark and deep. I couldn't tell which color. But his hair stayed long stuck to his head, a light brown I presumed. His face as white as a sheet, his veins perfectly visible. I could just feel the coldness of his skin. This made it worse. The holes in his head, the disgusting look of the humans. A hole through his lip, and many through his ear. But what annoyed her the most that this vampire had worn frames. Human sqaure frames that laid on the bridge of his nose. What kind of demon would need to increase the better-ness of his vision? What kind of demon would try so hard to blend in with his enemies?
"You see who I am now, don't you?" The voice asked. The vampire.
His voice still pouring out like vomit. His voice sickened me.
"I don't know who you are, but I know what you are." She clenched her fists, that laid on her sides. "That's all I need to know to have the permission to kill you."
Another laugh, it sent shivers down my spine and filled me with the same poison I was sensing before. No. "Who gives you permission, m'lady?"
This question was interrupted. Interrupted, by a disgusting gesture. My waist was being pulled to his, I felt his cold hands go through the very clothing of my shirt. Sending an intoxication throughout my body. This set me off gaurd, but I was frozen. My knees buckled in surprise and my stare only glared harder. He was using his powers on me and they were strongers then the others. My very will and soul, hungered for him.
This was his power. His will over any living thing, he could crush and kill me right now. I became frightened and bewildered. I had never seen any vampire have this much power over me. This sent my heart racing, searching for ideas. Trying to find ways how to get out of this. But, there was nothing. Nothing I could do.
His palms, still touching my sides with it's same coldness.
My hips up against his. I could feel the awakening between my legs. This scared me, I was not allowed to feel this. Not me. I was forbidden. I had made the vow and oath as soon as I became a warrior.
But I was being forced. However, I managed to grab the mid-way of his arm. Trying to claw through the leather material he wore. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get some of my anger free.
"Let me go, vampire. Your mind powers won't hold me forver." My eyes trying to burn through his skin.
The grip tightened at my waist and he held me. Still looking at the linings of my face and I saw his eyes, something past it made me relax. But not fully, my heart was still pounding in my throat and I couldn't seem to swallow it. "Do you really think so?"
He took the hand that was gripping his arm and soothed it. Putting a toxin through my arm that sent waves through it. It relaxed. I watched him, with hatred. I wanted to kill him and I'm sure I could have broken through it, but he had power over the virgin side of me. This made me hate him more.
The vampire's cold lips touched my skin. The back of my hand suddenly turned to ice, it was cold. Intoxicating. Yes. He held my hand to his lips and I watch him. My face burning and never leaving it's stone color. "Your filth." I tried to make it sound angry, but it only whispered lightly off my lips.
"Oh?" He asked, but only smiled. Another bitter sweet-smile. His lips left my palm to stare at me, almost through me. "Keep thinking that, m'lady." He let go of me. Every part of me. He let go of my will and I watched my gaurds finally go back up. I smirked, ready to strike him.
"Until we meet again." He chuckled slightly. His hand never seem to leave mine, but yet he faded and dissapeared.
Damn.
It seemed by body hadn't hit the ground. I was shocked. But when my attacker saw this, she came for another blow. I managed to re-awaken out of the darkness. My eyes opened, her strong muscle leg was coming straight for my face again. I grabbed her knee, twisting it to the right with all my force. Her body floated in the air, her arms and legs spun around with my very force. Then I dropped her broken leg and watched her blonde hair finally fall. The thud was loud and painful.
I didn't smile. I didn't even glare with the hatred that I had for. I took my wrist up to my jaw, my fingers touching it and cracking it hard back into's it place before it rested out of my mouth awkwardly.
Looking down at the body that tried to move, her moaning of pain carried throughout the chamber. She struggled, her palms touching the ground trying to balance her filthy excuse of flesh.
"Rise, Morgana." I spoke softly, looking down at her with a blank hatred. "You've come to the end." I stood up straight, ready for anything that was coming. "Accept it."
Morgana, the women on the floor rising only on her buttocks. She glared at me through golden hair, as it was all out of place from her head. Her teeth clenched and she pursed her lips, spitting at my feet. "You'll never see the end of me, Labitha." Her words sounded so convincing.
Now that made me smile, I took this and let my head fall back. I laughed, hard. It went throughout the room and I could feel her mind snapping out of pain, agony, and anger. "The end has already come. But not for me."
First I saw anger, then I saw hatred as my steps got closer to her. I moved quick, I did not hesitate. I saw her emerald eyes turn into hate to fear so quickly. It was wonderful. I must take it, I thought to myself. I must take this fear and embrace it. I held her cheeks to my palm and twisted her neck. At that moment, I had freed her.
I let go of the golden hair, my fingers slipping away from her cheeks and her body hit the floor once again. I watched her body for awhile. Her leg was broken. Her will was broken. Now, her life was broken.
This made me proud of everything I have worked for. I finally was strong enough. I had killed every last living link of the vampires.
Or, so I thought for almost 10 years.
***
I had let my body rest for that amount of the time. I put myself in a hybernation. I did not awaken, until I heard it.
I was fourteen when I had started killing vampires and then, it was a game. Protect myself by killing them. It was easy. I learned fast and the power came to me like a memory. I don't know how, but it was perfect. Everything was perect, until I heard it. Until 'he' came.
***
I found myself in a tavern, a new age dance club. This was awkward, even for me. I had just awoken from my sleep and the first thing I do is go into the first place I sensed it. I didn't know what it was, female, male, human, vampire, or werewolf. I wasn't even sure it existed. How could it? It only came out of my memory. The memory of my past life, the memory that took the very soul of my heart and twisted it. Turning it like the very head of someone's shoulders and snapping it's life away. How could I be so stupid? How could I have been so selfish?
Coming out of my loveless sleep was from my own lonely-ness. Not because the death dealers had returned to the safeless streets of this city. No, my senses were clear. My senses were broken. I couldn't tell which was which. My vision was blinded, my eyes were wide open. The confusion had flooded my mind and it ate away at everything I knew.
My vision took place, alls I could see was darkness. Dancing bodies, moving around each other like flawless meat. It disgusted me and their flesh made me hunger. But I wasn't here to feed.
I listened around me, past the music pounding through my ears. My eyes began to focus, the flesh became clearer to me. Humans pretending to be creatures of the night.
Nothing could bring me to laugh at this, this only made me interested even more. My mind was finally looking around. The bodies moving, slowly, Harder and faster to the beat of the music. That was interesting. I could see flesh everywhere, the pink-ness burned my eyes. But I stared at all of them, mostly looking like death dealers. But none of them having the true features. The vampire like teeth, the veiny skin, or the unforgivable beauty.
They're disgusting.
Everyone of them.
So why was I here?
I sensed it, but I didn't know what it was. Or, I didn't want to know what it was. It was stronger then I had ever faced. It breathed through all the walls, it was in the very souls of all of the humans and it reaked of death. It was loveless, hatred that never seem to escape from any darkness and swallowed any willing light. This power, formed everywhere. It breathed through my lungs and I took in the very poison of it.
Standing there for more then I had expected to, I felt my hand being gripped. A hand? What was this? I had asked myself and I wasn't sure. But I allowed it to take me, but I did not allow myself to look. I was to forsaken within the crowd, looking for what made me awaken. Where was it? What was it?
I was being taken deeper into the crowd, I bumped into the flesh and I was cursed. But I ignored it, it was closer now.
The evil sense filled my nostrils and I could now feel my throat burning with the poison running down my throat. It tasted like sweetness, it tasted like a new challenge. This hungered me.
I was about to grip free to go towards the very toxin, but I was swiftly turned away from it. I was pulled to a face. I was seen, clearly now. That made me angry, I turned around with a glare. Someone knows what I am now.
My eyes had shown clearly in front of them. The silver blue, pouring into the others. My pale skin glowed from the lights above, as the features of my hair embraced it. Hair cropped long in front of my face, touching near my jaw. The frail hair piece long in the front and made it's way in the back short. It covered my left eye and I spat, "Who are you? Who dares takes me away from my will?"
The voice spoke, but I still couldn't see it's face. "Do you really need a name, m'lady?"
Just the last pilote word had gotten my face hard, I gritted my teeth and spoke harshly. "Show yourself or I will be force to kill you."
He laughed, it belong to something male, it seem to bore into my mind and I hated it. I hated everything about is distasteless voice. It was worse then human flesh. It was worse then looking at it, but it was bitter-sweet just like the delicious taste of blood.
His face, coming out of the darkness only for a split second. Only enough for me to see it. His eyes were cold, they were dark and deep. I couldn't tell which color. But his hair stayed long stuck to his head, a light brown I presumed. His face as white as a sheet, his veins perfectly visible. I could just feel the coldness of his skin. This made it worse. The holes in his head, the disgusting look of the humans. A hole through his lip, and many through his ear. But what annoyed her the most that this vampire had worn frames. Human sqaure frames that laid on the bridge of his nose. What kind of demon would need to increase the better-ness of his vision? What kind of demon would try so hard to blend in with his enemies?
"You see who I am now, don't you?" The voice asked. The vampire.
His voice still pouring out like vomit. His voice sickened me.
"I don't know who you are, but I know what you are." She clenched her fists, that laid on her sides. "That's all I need to know to have the permission to kill you."
Another laugh, it sent shivers down my spine and filled me with the same poison I was sensing before. No. "Who gives you permission, m'lady?"
This question was interrupted. Interrupted, by a disgusting gesture. My waist was being pulled to his, I felt his cold hands go through the very clothing of my shirt. Sending an intoxication throughout my body. This set me off gaurd, but I was frozen. My knees buckled in surprise and my stare only glared harder. He was using his powers on me and they were strongers then the others. My very will and soul, hungered for him.
This was his power. His will over any living thing, he could crush and kill me right now. I became frightened and bewildered. I had never seen any vampire have this much power over me. This sent my heart racing, searching for ideas. Trying to find ways how to get out of this. But, there was nothing. Nothing I could do.
His palms, still touching my sides with it's same coldness.
My hips up against his. I could feel the awakening between my legs. This scared me, I was not allowed to feel this. Not me. I was forbidden. I had made the vow and oath as soon as I became a warrior.
But I was being forced. However, I managed to grab the mid-way of his arm. Trying to claw through the leather material he wore. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get some of my anger free.
"Let me go, vampire. Your mind powers won't hold me forver." My eyes trying to burn through his skin.
The grip tightened at my waist and he held me. Still looking at the linings of my face and I saw his eyes, something past it made me relax. But not fully, my heart was still pounding in my throat and I couldn't seem to swallow it. "Do you really think so?"
He took the hand that was gripping his arm and soothed it. Putting a toxin through my arm that sent waves through it. It relaxed. I watched him, with hatred. I wanted to kill him and I'm sure I could have broken through it, but he had power over the virgin side of me. This made me hate him more.
The vampire's cold lips touched my skin. The back of my hand suddenly turned to ice, it was cold. Intoxicating. Yes. He held my hand to his lips and I watch him. My face burning and never leaving it's stone color. "Your filth." I tried to make it sound angry, but it only whispered lightly off my lips.
"Oh?" He asked, but only smiled. Another bitter sweet-smile. His lips left my palm to stare at me, almost through me. "Keep thinking that, m'lady." He let go of me. Every part of me. He let go of my will and I watched my gaurds finally go back up. I smirked, ready to strike him.
"Until we meet again." He chuckled slightly. His hand never seem to leave mine, but yet he faded and dissapeared.
Damn.