The Drops of Blood Chronicles: Chapter One - Part Two (1-2) Rewrite
James wakes up in a cellar.
Chapter one: Need (part two-rewrite)
(POV Ailicka)
The dawn is coming I'll have to leave the leach here for now. But I'll be back soon enough for his head. The cellar under the Grand Canella Center should keep him for a while. Its old and no one comes down here anymore, aside from me know one remembers its existence.
He is a strange vamp, he didn't even expect me to attack him; after he brought down my comrades at blades for destroying the darkness that hunts the innocents. Why are they always beautiful? What beauty lies in such a creature. He is sleeping like a human, his heart beats like one . Why is he so different from the others, they neither breathe nor have a heartbeat. Vampires are pitiful creatures cursed with such a strange need to drink the life of others. He must be a royal, there were rumors that they were living vampires, that you wouldn't know one until you saw his fangs pierced the flesh of an innocent or if it is your flesh were the one they drank from.
His coloring is also very unusual for a vampire he isn't pale but golden tanned with blue black hair and emerald eyes dusted with gold specks, covered by long eyelashes, high cheek bones that complete his all so arrogant look, a strait nose turned ever slightly up, full lips that were silkily pink. His face is gentle with sleep, makes me lean in, and want to kiss his cheek tenderly. What am I thinking he nothing but a dark creature designed to lower in pray... why didn't he conceder me a threat? Why? I guess ill just have to ask him later before I cause him to scream with unbearable pain. Why does the thought of causing him pain make me feel sick inside . I'm late, best is to go and give my report before I'm punished.
(POV James)
A door closes loudly awaking me with a jolt. How could I've been so stupid, I let a slayer capture me without even a fight to back up my stupidity. I should have scented her before she was a mile within range. Slayers are born different from other humans they have a tint of magic in their blood , as we vampires carry the blood of a demon. That was an enemy of magic's that detested blood magic.
The demon surprisingly fell for a human woman inevitably creating our race. The turned are dead tainted with our blood and animated by blood magic which needs blood to replenish itself so they don't fade back into death , but those born rarely need blood and can drink from our victims without killing them. Those that created the undead are just internally cruel because they born with demons blood hate humanity of all sorts, but some like me lean towards our human half. Except when attacked restlessly by slayers, do I hunt to kill my pray.
Is that idol really a slayer she sure as hell didn't smell like one she smelled human with an odd sent covering her I remember smelling it somewhere before ... I have to get out of here before she returns t o kill me.
(POV Ailicka)
The dawn is coming I'll have to leave the leach here for now. But I'll be back soon enough for his head. The cellar under the Grand Canella Center should keep him for a while. Its old and no one comes down here anymore, aside from me know one remembers its existence.
He is a strange vamp, he didn't even expect me to attack him; after he brought down my comrades at blades for destroying the darkness that hunts the innocents. Why are they always beautiful? What beauty lies in such a creature. He is sleeping like a human, his heart beats like one . Why is he so different from the others, they neither breathe nor have a heartbeat. Vampires are pitiful creatures cursed with such a strange need to drink the life of others. He must be a royal, there were rumors that they were living vampires, that you wouldn't know one until you saw his fangs pierced the flesh of an innocent or if it is your flesh were the one they drank from.
His coloring is also very unusual for a vampire he isn't pale but golden tanned with blue black hair and emerald eyes dusted with gold specks, covered by long eyelashes, high cheek bones that complete his all so arrogant look, a strait nose turned ever slightly up, full lips that were silkily pink. His face is gentle with sleep, makes me lean in, and want to kiss his cheek tenderly. What am I thinking he nothing but a dark creature designed to lower in pray... why didn't he conceder me a threat? Why? I guess ill just have to ask him later before I cause him to scream with unbearable pain. Why does the thought of causing him pain make me feel sick inside . I'm late, best is to go and give my report before I'm punished.
(POV James)
A door closes loudly awaking me with a jolt. How could I've been so stupid, I let a slayer capture me without even a fight to back up my stupidity. I should have scented her before she was a mile within range. Slayers are born different from other humans they have a tint of magic in their blood , as we vampires carry the blood of a demon. That was an enemy of magic's that detested blood magic.
The demon surprisingly fell for a human woman inevitably creating our race. The turned are dead tainted with our blood and animated by blood magic which needs blood to replenish itself so they don't fade back into death , but those born rarely need blood and can drink from our victims without killing them. Those that created the undead are just internally cruel because they born with demons blood hate humanity of all sorts, but some like me lean towards our human half. Except when attacked restlessly by slayers, do I hunt to kill my pray.
Is that idol really a slayer she sure as hell didn't smell like one she smelled human with an odd sent covering her I remember smelling it somewhere before ... I have to get out of here before she returns t o kill me.
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