[this is the beggining of me and my best buds' book. we hope u enjoy it]
Prologue - Hallows' Eve
It was dark and pale as midnight. The howling of voracious wolves sounded at the full moon with rage of hunger. The putrid smells of demons and warlocks, witches and ghouls filled the harvest sky of Halloween once again.
Many miles out to a private, yet secluded, island away from London, rested a half blooded "princess", all nice and dark. The quiet noise of muted footsteps was approaching the rocky walkway to the Caven Manor. They underhandedly remained put in black cloaks with white and red snakes entwining themselves in the trim of the fabric. They concealed their faces with red masks, the kind you wore to a masquerade party. At midnight the footsteps were subdued, as was everything else surrounding the environment.
The flawless piano player composed a work of art by the music that flowed gracefully for his "princess" to sleep soundly in the dark. As the clock chimed midnight, he stopped and seized the music with a malice tone. He stood up and, within seconds, paced to the Parlor where an elegant woman, pale as snow, stood there smiling at him as he halted by her side.
“How’s the little devil?” He snickered at her, glancing down at the little sized coffin that was mounted onto a platform.
“She’s quite well, actually. She won’t be for long, though, as its almost time.”
“Let’s get her things prepared for our little festivities, shall we?”
They left with the necessary items and materials and turned off the lights, as the harvest moon filled the darkness of the room with an orange glow. The two of them tiptoed quickly within seconds to get to the Main Foyer that had been repainted with black and orange with accent tones of silver and white around the room. The grand piano was up against the corner near the fireplace. Different types of food, such as Italian and sushi, was mounted onto the bar tables that were placed near the exterior of the room. The ceiling had black widows that hung down fancily towards the mesh spider webs that were all over the marble floors.
“Dear, this is beautiful! I can’t wait for our precious child to see this and wear the gown I made her.” The woman said gracefully, yet with shear sadness.
“Me neither,” he began, “you don’t mind passing over the papers with the music notes? I’m having the piano play hem for me so we can enjoy our night.” He looked over to her and smiled slightly, also full of fear in his eyes.
“Sure.”
Outside they waited for the moment to bus into the Cavens’ precious home. The little girl appeared to have woken and slid out t the room. These strange men watched her as she did.
“Is she worth it?”
“No. She’ll die with the rest of them soon enough, it’s just a matter of time.”
“So, she will-“
“Yes, she will die just like her sorry, suppressed generation did.”
The little one woke up. She wiped at her closed slit eyes and stepped to her dresser. She gulped down the warm blood in the glass and chomped the spider shaped cookies in a bite. She gawked at the sparkly confetti that led out the room and into the lit hallway towards the Main Foyer. She practically had the floor plans mesmerized for her to even notice that the confetti stopped in the main foyer where she sensed her parents were waiting for her patiently. She giggled as she gawked at the décor of the Main Foyer jus for her.
“Wow. The young is faster than any being from hell that I’ve seen.” The cloaked man agreed.
“Yes, she may have been more developed at a birth than most half blooded vampires.”
It’s sad huh? Having to wait a certain age until you reach full potential of your unspoken powers.” One cloaked man stated to the others, as they watched the little one galloping around. Their teeth glistened as the parents stepped into eye view and seen them staring with blood shot eyes. They knew their last hope must be now.
The girl pounced around, eventually bouncing off walls.
“Mommy! My gown is gorgeous!” She jumped on her mother, technically falling down into to the leather couch. The both of them bawled out with laughter as her father walked in.
“Now, my sweets need some blood and cookie!” He held a tray full of snacks and desserts.
“Yay!” She quickly tossed her skirts out the way and "pigged-out" with the food. What she didn’t notice was a spark of white light shining behind her head. In most cases it didn’t appear a threat, but her parents knew. They both stepped in view of the windows and saw ten sets of white glistening teeth.
“Hun, go now.”
The mother quickly grabbed the child and took her to the library. Her dad locked everything and was in the library within seconds.
“Vivien! Hurry!”
A loud spark hit the main foyer. Many of the little pieces caught on fire until it hit the whole room. The fire broke out with a piercing screech reaching the library in minutes.
“Nathaniel!” I can’t protect her alone!”
Her father rushed to her side and placed their frightened stricken faced child into her coffin. She looked around in the darkness of her coffin and concentrated on the noises outside her coffin. Her fathers’ rush of panic had nearly began to overboard, with her screams of profanity getting louder. This poor distressed little child just laid there and felt towards her parents so she clawed her way out the top of her coffin in quick rage and soundlessly made it to main foyer.
Her senses tingled when she got there. Deep inside this little girls’ black hole full of grievience and maturity, she knew she wasn’t mentally prepared to see what was to come. She looked into the Main Foyer and speculated everything around that seemed…deadly.
The floor showed blood pool after blood pool after blood pool of horror stricken bodies laying there. Her wounded face was terrified as she laid eyes on her parents. Their bodies were ripped into pieces, their clothes all tattered up.
As she watched these strange cloaked men burn her parents in their own marble fireplace, a hand encircled her tiny body and was brought to the fire where the men stood in silence watching the fire as it tremendously reached the ceiling.
“See this? You could’ve died to you know, but you’re not worth of shit to my distaste. You’re just another one of those resentful souls that don’t acquire pain as natural vampires. We’ll actually have to make concoctions to kill you, but it will soon have to wait. Do you know the Winchesters’? Accordingly, we wiped their whole generation out except for this girl named spirit, she’s a pest all right but she’s like you. Invincible. But one day you hear me, the Winchester and Caven fortunes will soon belong to me.”
Wow.
Her Hallows’ Eve became a hell hole for all those trapped in a web of tormented souls.
- Mood:
Emotional - Listening to: let me in [floetry]
- Reading: my journal
- Watching: sports for no reason
- Playing: music and games
- Eating: eggs and hash browns
- Drinking: cleansing drink i keep secretly to myself
Original Chars Needed
dA Love
Awestruck
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