The group of hooded figures sat down at the table.
'how will we unite the vampire legions' one asked
Everyone nodded, for the legions had been at war for the past 700 years and there was no signs of it coming to an end.
'Yes how are we going to accomplish that' another questioned
'why do you all doubt me' a voice hissed, the owner of this voice stood pulling back his hood.The face underneath the hood was pale, he had sunken cheeks and his dead black eyes seamed to shine in the low light of the room.
'because it is not possible to unit the legions after all the hatred that has consumed us' another figure answered revealing the pale futures of a female.
'even if it is impossible, I will still eliminate all chances of it happening, and that means getting rid of you' a soft voice said as the owner pulled back the hood on her head revealing a young and beautiful face.
The others stood up pulling back their own hoods. Each face was pale like the last, only one creature could be that pale. A vampire. They began to stalk towards the young lady, their teeth bared ready to sink into her neck. One leapt forward but fell short and tumbled to the ground a dagger in palled in its back.
A man landed beside the lady, his long black hair swayed in a breeze not there, his amber eyes hungry but patient. The whole room went silent. Then one word cut through the silence like a knife cutting butter. 'Die' and the next moment, the man was charging forward sword in hand, eyes shining with hatred.
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Vampiric Burden
FantasyOnce a vampire hunter of great fame. Now a Vampire Plainswalker struggling to survive. This is a story of Betrayal, Old enemies and most importantly of all. Vampires. ps if there is any spelling mistakes please tell so I can fix them thank you.
