Love with a Fang

Stolen

I walked through the burning flames of fire as I saw the gold metal ring held onto my thighs rushing against the skin as my white fangs shined in the moonlight as the moon lit the sky as I walked dangerously from the woods to the battlefield as the other men seemed to startled by my looks as they knew they had a chance of dying. I held my sword up high knowing people were dying for their queen as I would die for them as they are doing the same for me and our kingdom.

I saw a hard thrusting sword go into one of our girl warriors heart as it seemed it was a woman I knew well named Curse while  I faced the reality of her dying in my sight... I felt the anger start to burn and ravel inside of me as I began to start running for my target as in my target was their king as I wanted so badly to drive a sword down his heart and shed the blood as he shredded my close person just like sister Curse like she was nothing... like....IT WAS NOTHING!.....

They had stolen the people's lives who helped me when my father died... helped me when I couldn't handle the pain nor myself... told me what to do when I was in the wrong and what to do to make sure not to be in it anymore... they were like the other half... my other parents... who knew all these people could be a family.... but we were more than a family.

I ran forward pounding my feet into the dried hardened dirt as I held my sword upon my armored- covered shoulder as my heeled boots ran across the war field to the other side near the enemies. I had a throbbing head as the smoke filled my head and ears as it tore my lungs apart bits by bits as I tried to rip it down into a smaller bite to handle but mostly the pain that was hitting was making it be forgotten as I began approached the king with a stern smirk as I knew he was going to make the first official move because he seemed eager towards me while the tears ran down my face as I knew sooner or later this queen would turn into a darkened demon for hurting my loved ones as I was going to peirce my teeth into his neck while I drink every last of wicked blood he had left in his nothingless heart.

I was ready to kill him then bury him 100 feet in the ground so I would never see that horrible grin he did after he realized what he did brung pain to me. He was starting to have fun as he killed 5 to 10's and 20's of innocent people. They came to MY village and started killing MY people. The rage trailed through my feet to head as I began to become the demon I was meant to be.

My eyes weren't red anymore, they were pure matte black. Pitch black. So black you could see your reflection perfectly, and clear in them. I stood there with one-foot deepened in the hard, crusted dirt. I lifted my head slowly and looked at him as if I pierced my glance in his soul, locking it in his tough, rough and torn skin.