The feeling Zelo got when he fought, was what others would get when sleeping at the beach on a warm summers day. Relaxing.
His sword spun, slashed, parried and killed. And it felt great for him, Until a scream echoed through the room, Zelo spun around to find his friend dissolving on the spot her face showed only horror as a vampire stood over her laughing at the dying human.
Zelo got angry.And when he gets angry. All. Hell. Breaks. Loose. His amber eyes began to glow uncontrollably and his body began to grow darker. He let a cruel scream loose.
When Zelo woke up on a blood soaked floor his first thought was, 'dam I made a mess' Then pain shot through him like hot knifes in his heart. Zelo pressed his fingers against his neck and cried out in pain as his fingers felt two puncture marks.
'NO' he yelled in frustration. He had spent his life killing vampires, and now, he was one. The pain in his neck began to build up, spreading through his body like poison. Some where inside him a spark ignited, and then the pain began to intensify. Images began to flood his vision. It was like he was traveling at the speed of light, then they slowed, he found himself outside a broken down mansion, just as his vision began to dim he noticed a figure walking towards him, then, all went dark.
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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.
