I looked at her. I grabbed her shoulder as she began to run again.
"You're not going anywhere." I said.
She grunted. "Let me go!" She yelled.
I held her shoulder even tighter. "Where did you come from?"
I had looked into her eyes. It was amazing how beautiful someones eyes could be.
I couldn't tell, but I think she acknowledged that I was admiring her eyes.
She grinned.
Boys. "I come from a place far from here. More evil and crule than you can think. That's all you need to know." She was firce and she wasn't afraid to show it. She needed to get out of here quick before the others attacked. COme on. COme on. Come on!
Then she saw it. She grabbed his shoulder just as he did hers and brought him down. "What the heck was that for?!" He yelled. He looked up. Twenty or more black cloaked figures surounded them. Each had in hand a crossbow. Naime glanced behind her and so did the boy. An arrow just were they had been in the ground.
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.
“This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover.” ~William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet
The arrow startled me. I looked at all the figures around me.
Vampire Slayers.
I started to get really pissed.
Suddenly, I felt like I was falling. I went light headed. Soon everything went black.
I felt closer to the ground than normal.
I looked down. My "Hands" Were Yellow and furry. I had transformed, and didn't realize it.
I looked up at at the girl. and growled. I turned my attention over to the men. I jumped on one of them and began tearing him apart, as arrows began to fly into my back. Pain meant nothing right now. I wanted to keep The girl alive. Although, she looked like she could fend for herself. Suddenly one of the men ran at her with a long silver encrusted sword. I jumped infront of the girl as the sword pierced my stomach. The girl had took off right then, and the men chased her, thinking I was dead. I was instantly changed back into a vampire. I lay on the grass in a pool of my own blood, a sword logged in my body. I heard a girls voice, alot like Leona's calling my name.
"LEON!!" It screamed. "LEON!!!!" It was even louder. I couldn't move. I was still aware of the world, but was paralyzed. I was drifting. "LEON!!!" I heard the scream...
It was definetly Leona.
"Damn it," She mumbled as she ran. She was looking back as best she could. Arows flew past her. The boy was in pain. Let's heal him, a voice said to her. She sighed with exasperation. " After that we're going to get rid of these guys. They're very bothersom." She pulled a pinch of something from a bag at her side. She blew it out into the air and it floated for a second before going into action. It flew quickly back to the boy were he lay some girl was crying over him. Sister? The stuff sucked quickly into his wounds and he quickly started to heal.
Naime looked down. She held the sward now in herself and she janked it out. It tore a bigger hole in her than it had in the boy. Lossing blood she ran. A tail showed the way to her. The black figures tore after the blood trail untill abruptly it disapeared. COmpletely gone. They looked around franticly.
"My gosh. I hate them." She slid down behind a tree, holding her stomache as it tryed its best to heal. It wasn't working to well. She clenched her teeth and pulled the patch from her eye. She tore at it untill it fell apart, spewing stuff about. She picked at the peices she had to work with. A lock pick. She smiled.
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.
“This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover.” ~William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet
I leaned over Leon, shaking him so he would open his eyes.
"Come on Leon. Open your eyes!" My eyes welled with tears and I shook him harder. I saw a girl ahead of us running. I saw her turn around and soon Leon's wounds were healing.
I stared at him in shock as I saw the cut disappeared. Leon sat up slowly and looked at me, confused.
Some say laughing is the best medicine but what do you do when you can't laugh anymore?
Multiple personalities are just good social skills.
"What the hell happend?" I said.
I rubbed my head. I was numb. I couldn't feel anything. Suddenly, all the feeling rushed back into my body. My entire body then filled with pain. I let out a blood curdling yell. Although my wounds were healed, it still hurt like hell. I bent over grasping my stomach. I vomited blood. I yelled louder. I didn't get it. I was healed, but I still felt like I had a sword jabbed through my chest. I vomited blood again, but not as much. I fainted from all the blood I had lost. I needed blood. And fast.
She gasped. She could feel the boy awake. They were conetcted in some way now. She closed her eyes. They were both dieing. It was her fault this time. There was always a price. FInd me! A thought broke out to all who could hear. FInd me and the boy will live. Save us both! She pushed the pick into her pocket and nodded off to uncociosness. She needed to be healed herself as not to kill the boy or herself but there was no such thing in all the world. She of all people would know that.
Except! SHe gasped in her thoughts and remebered the stone of life. It was hiden in that base. Her master had asked for it. WHy would they hide such a thing there?
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.
“This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover.” ~William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet
I began to throw up more blood, all over Leona.
She started to flinch a little bit, resisting the urge to tear me apart.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I felt my head hit the damp grass.
Suddenly it started to rain. Blood dripping down from the corner of my mouth, the rain, growing harder, smearing it. The rain began to pelt us. I heard Naime Start running away.
I could hear Leona crying, and Syvillious running. Then everything went black.
I was shaking. Shaking to keep myself from clawing at his skin and shaking from crying so hard. I called his name over and over again, telling him to stay awake.
I could hear footsteps running toward my back but I didn't turn around. I held Leon's body next to mine despite the blood.
I cradled his head against my chest and rocked him back and forth like a baby. He continued to spit up blood even when he seemed unconscious.
Tears ran down my cheeks, mixing with his blood. I could see the girl running away through my tears. I wanted to run after her. Why wasn't she hurt? It was her those creatures were following. Not my brother. I felt hands wrap around my shoulders as i continued to stare at the girl's back.
Suddenly I stood up and started to run, calling back at Syvilious to stay with Leon.
Some say laughing is the best medicine but what do you do when you can't laugh anymore?
Multiple personalities are just good social skills.
SHe heard the foot falls and watched just slightly as the girl jumped at her. SHe held her hands up in defeat. "I can help him," She rasped. "Help me to the base you came from. I can help. Jus give me the time of day." SHe saw the girl's eyes make contact with hers to see if she was telling the thruth.
"FIne," SHe said through a broken breath. SHe was already begining her greaving cycle. SHe she could get Naime to the base in time she would be saveig two lives with one. LIke killing two birds with one stone. The girl pulled her up and Naime Ran with her as best she could. If they weren't fast enough they would both die and if they went too fast she'd kill the boy if she lost too much blood. It was almost a loss loss situation.
They were inside now. She looked around quickly. "Drop me." She didn't mean it so literal. "You mind treating me like your brother? Dieing..." SHe turned away from the girl as she mulled over that. She pushed away things as she looked for a loss spot. There. She pulled the pick from her pocket and started to sever the link with the foundation. It wasn't there when they layed the frst set of foundation so it came up esialy. SHe felt the girl's stare as she looked down on her with impatiants. "Got it!" She said with satisfaction. She had the stone now the matter was getting it out... She pulled with what strenght sh ehad left and it came up with stuburness. SHe pushed it across the floor twards her and it started to grow. SHe felt a dule pain as her wounds started to heal. It was over and she pushed the stone twards the girl. "Take.. this to... the boy. Set it near him. And give him some blood. ANy will help..." She fell to the floor unconcience once again. She wouldn't be able to get out of there without being bothered once again.
SHe heard a faint tap tap tap and the girl was out the door and into the night.
*Any help?*
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.
“This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover.” ~William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet
I felt bad leaving the girl like that but I had to get to Leon. I'd send Syvilious to her when I got to them.
I soon made it and skidded to a stop in front of Leon's unconcious body. I set down the stone and knelt beside my brother.
Syvilious looked confused.
Leona? He asked.
The girl said it would help. I replied to his worried tone.
I took my wrist into my mouth and cut the pale skin with my teeth, tearing into one of my veins. The blood surface and pooled over my skin. I extended my arm to Leon's mouth and let the blood flow into his mouth.
Syvilious tried to pull my arm back but I kept it in place.
She said it was the way to save him. I thought quietly.
Some say laughing is the best medicine but what do you do when you can't laugh anymore?
Multiple personalities are just good social skills.
*I think this one is pretty much dead but i'll try*
Leona~
I looked up to see a girl hiding in the shadows. She had long, dark hair and a small figure.
I stepped over Leon carefully and ran at her. I didn't want anyone else getting hurt. I growled a bit at the girl when I saw her but I stopped when I saw she meant no harm.
She smelled like a hybrid.
"Who are you?" I asked, stepping away.
Some say laughing is the best medicine but what do you do when you can't laugh anymore?
Multiple personalities are just good social skills.
