Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 14:06:24 GMT -6
((I needed to stop using Serenity's back story as something to do while watching really scary shows, I started feeling bad for her and it stared getting to long. So this is a human's story who doesn't have to have everyone die in three months. Anyway, this is a replacement because the other story got boring to add to without destroying her beyond repair.))
Helen sat on her own, gazing at the water lapping upon the shore, lost in thoughts. What had her life became? One night she was sitting pretty and the next she had triggered the family curse that had been long forgotten in the folds of time. In her opinion it was more a blessing than a curse. It had it's downsides, but she never thought about those. She jumped as a hand touched her shoulder, brushing sand from her legs as she stood and turned around to see a guy smiling down at her. He had short black hair and his brown eyes glistened in the moonlight, framed by a pale face. His brow crinkled, adding an even deeper sense of worry to his frown.
"What are you doing out here? It's late, and your alone." he said, and his worry was understandable. Young girls like her had been going missing lately. In responce she smiled kindly, but sarcastically.
"You are out here alone, are you not? I know how to protect myself. Acctually I would like to practice my sword skills a bit." she said quietly. She did know how to defend herself, but then again, unwanted attention was brought on by what she was. And not the kind she could remain unprotected from.
"Well this I want to see." he growled and I sighed in response. It was the same dance with every one of them. They would pretend to be nice, of coarse her words would be a painful bite back to them, and they would attack. Of coarse she always won, or she would be one of the missing girls. To them not saying, well why not walk me home or some flirty response did a lot to their ego, and that made them mad. She drew her sword as he glared at her. "The kitty has claws." he chuckled as he lunged, clearly expecting me to be an easy target. Not so likely.
Helen stepping to the side, her sword turning, easily cutting through the vampire's skin. She knew that alone wouldn't be enough. She had to cut out the heart. A steak to the heart would be much easier, but it had to be hard. Only a certain type of sword, only a certain stroke. Luckly she only needed one sword to every type of supernatural creature. "Now now, your a vampire, aren't you supposed to be a better fighter?" she asked, and when he lunged at her she started her movement quickly, a simple circle around the heart, The hard part was getting the vampire in the right place. "Again, too easy. Once again, I know how to protect myself." she hissed before the body fell limp. She sighed and wiped her blade in the sand, the crimson sword quickly turning to a black sword. Its reflection was a shadowy version of the world. She made sure there was no trace of blood on the sword before tucking the long blade into the pocket in the back on her dress. It made it completely unnoticable until she pulled it out. Always seemed to give her the element of surprise.
She walked away from the body, knowing it would be turned to dust long before anyone could see it. She had lost her train of thought and decided it was time to go home.
Helen sat on her own, gazing at the water lapping upon the shore, lost in thoughts. What had her life became? One night she was sitting pretty and the next she had triggered the family curse that had been long forgotten in the folds of time. In her opinion it was more a blessing than a curse. It had it's downsides, but she never thought about those. She jumped as a hand touched her shoulder, brushing sand from her legs as she stood and turned around to see a guy smiling down at her. He had short black hair and his brown eyes glistened in the moonlight, framed by a pale face. His brow crinkled, adding an even deeper sense of worry to his frown.
"What are you doing out here? It's late, and your alone." he said, and his worry was understandable. Young girls like her had been going missing lately. In responce she smiled kindly, but sarcastically.
"You are out here alone, are you not? I know how to protect myself. Acctually I would like to practice my sword skills a bit." she said quietly. She did know how to defend herself, but then again, unwanted attention was brought on by what she was. And not the kind she could remain unprotected from.
"Well this I want to see." he growled and I sighed in response. It was the same dance with every one of them. They would pretend to be nice, of coarse her words would be a painful bite back to them, and they would attack. Of coarse she always won, or she would be one of the missing girls. To them not saying, well why not walk me home or some flirty response did a lot to their ego, and that made them mad. She drew her sword as he glared at her. "The kitty has claws." he chuckled as he lunged, clearly expecting me to be an easy target. Not so likely.
Helen stepping to the side, her sword turning, easily cutting through the vampire's skin. She knew that alone wouldn't be enough. She had to cut out the heart. A steak to the heart would be much easier, but it had to be hard. Only a certain type of sword, only a certain stroke. Luckly she only needed one sword to every type of supernatural creature. "Now now, your a vampire, aren't you supposed to be a better fighter?" she asked, and when he lunged at her she started her movement quickly, a simple circle around the heart, The hard part was getting the vampire in the right place. "Again, too easy. Once again, I know how to protect myself." she hissed before the body fell limp. She sighed and wiped her blade in the sand, the crimson sword quickly turning to a black sword. Its reflection was a shadowy version of the world. She made sure there was no trace of blood on the sword before tucking the long blade into the pocket in the back on her dress. It made it completely unnoticable until she pulled it out. Always seemed to give her the element of surprise.
She walked away from the body, knowing it would be turned to dust long before anyone could see it. She had lost her train of thought and decided it was time to go home.