oh you just gave me my muse back... please write more.. it could be the cure im looking for..i mean it
___________________________Alas, by request I have decided to turn this little piece of text into a ficlet. I won't call it a fan-fiction because it won't be very long and it is entirely my own creation. A ficlet is usually one chapter long but this will be at a minimum of 5 chapters and a maximum of 10. I haven't decided. I am producing this ficlet in the style of journal entries.
November 16th, 2034
When I was human I despised the human race with a burning passion. I hated every single one, even my family. Now I’m a vampire those emotions are intensified and I now realize that although they are weak they possess a vital part in the food chain. They have been driven out of their homes and killed in the matter of weeks. South Africa, Australia and New Orleans were ambushed by vampire’s who are now running slave labour camps using humans. These humans are forced to see to their every need, even if it was to hunt down another human, hang them upside down, slit their throats and bleed them dry. They’d do it. Not because of compulsion but because they live in fear of death themselves. However, Spain is ruled by vampires who lead rural camps. They deal with humans who beg for an eternity of hell. They will not be turned unless they gain something of value in return, which is rare. The earth falls apart before us.
Pushing my way through a brawl that I had accidentally started; I notice my maker pushing his way through the crowd on the opposite side of the room with little to no effort and take his exit out of the bar. I follow almost reluctantly not knowing what will happen next. As I exit myself I notice as the cold air whips over my ice bitten face that the street is empty. It’s dark and though I cannot sweat my hands feel clammy. Another breeze takes its presence in whipping past and that’s when I smell it… my makers scent. Without thinking I follow the scent until I’m stuck on a harbour. There is too much salt in the area and it starts to cloud my judgement. Either he’s scorned me into a corner or misled me and taken his leave. Either way if I was to track him down now I’d need to start from scratch.
‘You will never give up, will you?’ His voice shoots me like knives from behind. How had I not sensed him? No one can out smart me, never. Not once has this ever happened. ‘You look puzzled my dear friend.’
‘I am far from being your friend.’ I sourly reply.
It bothers me that he stands there studying me for an excruciating five minutes. What is his game? I rely on my own judgement and assume he is making his plans on how he is going to attack. He takes a few steps forward and stops once more. I do not move. I just stand and watch his actions. To a human it would have been missed but in less than one second a dagger flies straight at my head and without moving my feet I move my head and the dagger slides right by my head. I take notice that the dagger hits the surface of the water and starts to sink. Too soon does he fly at me himself and wretches open his mouth to seize my throat. I hit him sharp in the chest and he flies over me and crashes through the wooden harbour and into the water. He shoots back up to take his second blow and successfully hits me in the face knocking me back into the fence surrounding the harbour.
‘Your movements are judged.’ He scorns.
‘As are yours, in fact…’ He reaches for my arm and I spin to the opposite side of him, ‘Far too easily.’ I finish just before I stomp my foot down into the back of his leg. The crack impairs him as his cry pierces the air. He drops to the floor with a crash and flips over to his front. His canines bared and his eyes scream one thing and one thing only, hunger.
‘You know being a vampire,’ He takes his leg into his hands and studies it, ‘I can heal this in oh say what 15 seconds?’ He looks up at me as I stand in my protective stance. ‘In those 15 seconds I can ultimately plan my next move, repair my leg, break both of yours and snap your neck. I may not be able to kill you but I can still beat you to within one inch of your pathetic little life.’ His smile is all too playful. ‘Oh look at that, your time is up.’
His leg snaps back into place and before I knew it a pain shot through both of my legs and made its way up through my body. It soared through my veins and my head pounded. I fell to the floor in agony. He’d done exactly what he said he would and all within the fifteen seconds of his speech. Lying on the hard wooden floor I looked up at him.
‘I may not be able to kill you so go ahead and relinquish your soul but mark my words, next time you won’t be so lucky.’ And with that he snapped my neck.
Edited by Elena Gilbert, 25 June 2012 - 03:18 PM.