A Short Unfinished Teaser

The Bloodied Town

I walk down a deserted street. A couple of scattered street lights are on the road giving an eerie glow to my journey out of this town. The only sound being the clacking of heels hitting the cold hard pavement and my own breath hitting the air.

A week ago this place was thriving with life. Hell. Even 10 hours ago it was.

They made the mistake of letting 'it' walk among them. Right when this small town had the most potential of getting itself known. When it had the most hope with the citizens which inhabited it.

Now that's gone. Poof. Finito.

All that's left are pools of blood around each lifeless shell. The amount of blood spilled could fill up an Olympic swimming pool. Would have made even Conan proud. Though nothing could have prevented it. Nobody saw it coming in order to prevent it.

I catch a glimpse of glowing blue as I walk past a car and double back to admire my reflection in the passenger side window. Long, tightly curled, auburn hair glowing under the dim street light. Porcelain white flawless skin and blood red lips, with a tiny red drip escaping tongues grasp. Using my index finger I wipe away the sleek liquid and lick away all evidence.

Although I never wear make-up my reflection shows perfect smoky eyes with a dark edge on contact with my eyelashes. Again I see the glowing blue, but this time a lot clearer and brighter with the extra drip from exiled life.

What this town didn't expect was me. The monster I had become long before I even came to this town.

The proof of this? My eyes. Bright unnatural blue with a mix of Amethyst swirling and weaving in between pigments.

I had become something I dreamed of when I was little. Something I had obsessed over constantly when growing up and Researched everything there was to know about them by the time I had finished my teens. Until eventually I had found a very interesting document.

I'm not going to give my age away as a true lady never tells her age.

HA! A true lady?! Me?! Who am I kidding? I guess I'm now Six hundred and Fifty Seven years old. You would think I'd lose count centuries ago but it seems as I remember my date of birth I always know how old I am. My looks wouldn't be able to show my true age. My beauty would probably put me into my early to mid twenties.

But that's enough about me. I'll tell you how I got here. And why I have to ransack every town I go to. Why I have to destroy the vermin which live here. I will tell you why I became like this, and how I'm the only one of my kind remaining.