This is a vampire story that I was making up for a while now tell me what you think
A juvenile and kind hearted girl Star one day met a mysterious, immoral, and gorgeous vampire named Night, and some how they become bonded in a close relationship. Night decides to take Star with him, sealing his dark past behind. She leaves behind her parents, her sibling including her loving little sister Mary Lu, her friends and Jack who was her admirer and seeks for revenge. One hundred years later Night and Star live peacefully together hidden in the modern world. But soon shadows from the past not only come and hunt their relationship but also endanger their lives and the entire vampire race.
Night sauntered though the murky woods. The warm zephyr whistled passed his ears. The dry earth crunched underneath his black polished boots and the breaches and leaves brushed against his black justaucorps coat. The temperature was too warm for his gray long sleeved shirt or black leather plants, but he didn’t show any discomfort.
He heard a rumble in the distance. At first it was faint but then it sounded like wheels rolling along a dirt road, and the ambling of hooves. He planned to make it to the next town by morning and didn’t mind to hitch a ride. He broke in to a run. The trees rushed passed him, a new harder wind blew against him. He somersaulted over a boulder and alighted on his feet. He dashed passed the last few trees and stopped at the edge of the road, abiding for his ride.
From a far distance he could see the wagon come into perspective. It was a covered wagon, it would be easy to sneak into without being notice, and it appeared to go the same destination as his ways. He lurked towards it.
The wagon was pulled by two chestnut horses. The man sited in the passengers set looked like he was in his late-forties or early-fifties. He was warming some worn out garments and a cap. His dark sleepy eyes tried to force on the road.
Night egresses from the forest and followed behind the back opening and ascended on. The wagon was full of carts and other luggage, which were covered with sheets. He sat with his back against the inner wall of the wagon, away from the man's view if he were to look around.
Instantaneously, his body became immobile as a rock. He heard the man mumble that it was awfully dark. Night gazed into the sky and laughed faintly; if he had his eyes he would say it was too bright. After a while he became somnolent from exhaustion and fell asleep.
In his dream he entered a similar position. He was floating, yet he left like he was walking. He was concealed in a thick murky cloud. The air around him was gelid, congealing his skin and blood. There was nihility but occasionally small flickers of light drifted passed him, stocking his skin with obscure snugness. He would come to this world, his world, a reflection of his life. Lonely, isolated, despised, and inane.
Abruptly, everything felt like it was shacking, as if there was an earthquake. He gulped for air as he broke through the darkness. Night's eyes flew open when he crashed his head hard on the wall. He rubbed the sore spot, trying to right himself. He found himself under the thick sheet.
What in the world happened? Did the wagon flip? He thought
Then a strong scent of blood hit him. He heard a man bawl of pain and sounds of beatings and laugher.
That's the old man.
He pulled the sheet off, and ripped through the canvas of the roof and saw three men in black coats, dark leather pants, and heavy metal boots. They were beating the man, who was covered in blood and sweat, as he was gulping for air on the ground.
“Think he's dead.” said one of the men.
Night recognized them, they were the Wild Riders. When he saw them a few days ago, their leader Sam caught his attention. It humored Night the way he felt very pleased with himself. Though out the years not once have anyone survived their attacks. An apparently the feeling of being unknown and fear by the world made him feel unstoppable. It even made all his muscles tightened in pride and power.
Night began to shake, it was too much. Humans put themselves in those positions were such simpletons. As they made their way towards their horses, he released a dark laugh.
“Who in the devils name are you?” said the man. He put his hand on his raffle. Night just laughed harder.
“Sorry their lad, but I'm afraid that it's too late for you friend there.” Sam smiled. “It's a pity that you have to share his fate, should have stayed hidden under there.”
Night stared at him, for them to think or even hope they, could eliminate him was unbelievable. Such useless vermin. He thought.
“He's not dead yet.” Night finally spoke
The smile on Sam's face faded. “What?”
“Unfortunately, I don't intend on forgiving you rotten low lives.” he replied darkly, a wicked smile spread across his face, revealing he's perfect teeth that shined in the moon light.
The horses cried in fear and galloped away. His raffle shook in his hands. Night felt the two long fangs protruding from his upper lip. Their hearts were beating faster, louder, and gave out a stronger sent of delicious blood mixed with on growing fear.
“Y-y-your a v-va-vampire!” shuddered Sam.
Then he finally saw it his eyes, his glowing murderous white eyes that were reflecting off of his preys’ eyes, as slowly approaching him. Night ran his tongue along his lip, as dozens of ideas of how to kill them races his mind.
“No!” cried one of the men as he began to scramble away. Night appeared in front him in mid second. The man collided against his body like a wall and fell to the ground. As the man was pushing himself up, Night stomped his foot at the center of his back. The sound of his spine and ribs cracking mixed with his dieing screams.
In a flash, Night kick the man's side, and sent him flying into the other man. The force was so great that they both collided into a tree, shaking it leaves.
As the two men mourned in pain, Sam sat in the dirt, shaking and shuttering his teeth. Night zipped behind him, in a crouched position, and encircled, his arm around his chest. He put his face close to his neck and inhaled deeply. The blood was so extraordinary, with such strong emotion of fear.
“You should be grateful really.” Night said in a casual tone as he warped his figure on his shoulder and crushed it. Sam screamed in pain. “You are the first dissent meal I had in a long time.” with a twist of his wrist he disconnected the shoulder bone, ripping the flesh.
The blood dozed out of the wound; its scent polluted the air, intoxicating Night's lungs. It caused a chemical reaction in is body, releasing many wild hormones manipulating his mind and body. His mouth water, as his eyes grow wider with hunger.
Night tossed the man to the side, into the dirt. He laid there griping his shoulder and looking at him with pleading eyes. Night got up and closing the gap between them. Sam tried to crawl further, but Night quick hand garbed his legs and twisted it till the bones broke and the muscles ripped. Sam gave out scream, but his mouth was too full with blood to make a sound. Sam gave out scream, but his mouth was too full with blood to make a sound.
Night became bored of the game and was already at the edge. He lifted Sam by the neck and whispered in his ear, “For should a horrific human you are such a coward.” with that he sank his begging fangs into his neck and drank the sensational nectar. The cells burst into scream of fear, which was sweet to his tongue. It filled him with the feeling the greatness of a predator. It made him feel so good, so strong.
The man became dry in minutes. Night dropped the corpse. He glared at it licking the blood from his hand, he was still unsatisfied.
Ahead of him he heard a faint morn. He looked at the two dieing men by the tree. He almost forgot about them. He wouldn't be able to waken any fear into their blood, but he was he was far too hungry to leave anything to waste.
He leaped into the air and landed five meters away. Night twisted and broke the rest of the men’s limbs; if he was going to eat them he might as well get as much taste of pain and suffering into their blood.
The men mourned their last breath as he sucked their blood. Night growled. As he expected they weren't even half as delicious as their leader. He kept forgetting to safe the best for last. Maybe if the leader were to see what was coming to him maybe his blood would have being more sweet.
Night threw the last man over his shoulder like a rag and it landed with an unexpected soft cluck. Night saw that the body landed on the old man, who was half dead. He zipped to him and kicked off the corpse. The man laid face down.
Night examined the man injures, the cuts weren't too beep, some cracked bones, and bruises. Nothing vampire blood can't heal. He turned the man over on his back. He griped the tip of his jaw and opened his mouth. Night put his wrist to his mouth and bit it.
Blood ran down his arm. He positioned his hand over the man's mouth and let the drops of blood fall into his mouth. But he choked on it.
He growled in irritation. Stupid human. They can't do anything themselves. He roughly grabbed the man collar and sat him up.
Night sucked on his wrist and bite into the man's throat. His fangs ripped two slits. He carefully positioned his mouth that his fangs kept the wounds opened enough for him to fill it with his blood, without slipping any. This technique took him half a century to perfect. It came in hand when his allies were injured or lost of lot of blood.
After injecting three mouths full of blood, he laid the man back on the ground and waited.
The old man slowly opening his eyes, and saw the road and he's wagon. He was probably wondering if he was about to died and was looking at the world for the last time. He tried to get up, cautious not to make his wounds bigger. He shook, but not in pain. He examined himself. There were no bruises, no cuts. He was sure that he was beaten by the Night Riders. He could see the tears in his clothes at were soaked in blood. This made no sense to him.
Night watch as the man sat on the ground pathetically confused.
“Your wounds healed quit nicely. Don't you think?” said Night.
Mat slightly lifted his head to see who it was. Not far off the road, he saw the three Night Riders on the ground. There limbs were twisted and broken, and their necks coved in blood with two deep holes. His muscles contracted, he couldn't move. He just stared at them, not able to look away.
Night glared at him. “You could the very least give me a word of thanks.” said irritated.
The man didn't know what caused him to lift his head higher, against the horror that he was in, and look into the glowing eyes.
“VAMPIER!” he scrammed in terror
At that instant the Night disappear into the dark woods. When he was at a distance he gave an wicked grin. Excellent. That man will cause uproar in town about me. This is going to be interesting.
After a few minutes of running, Night approached a bar. He stopped at the boarder of the light from the bar and the shadows of the woods and watched. Though the window he could see that the bar was filled with life of men drinking, singing, and playing. Some were even picking fights with each other. To Night this was as amusing as watch a barrel full of drunken monkey.
He clicked his tongue. “Humans are so pathetic. Such worthless low lives.” Night cared for humans as much as he did for their corpses. To him they were blood dolls, ready to play with, rip apart and thrown away.
He resumed on his way to town, unaware what he was going to find there.