Resident Enis: The Lovable Vampire

Oh no...

Enis POV:

Trees blur past as I run to ever increasing speeds. Red beginning to flood my vision. I know what this means.

I stop at a nearby tree stump, and to my surprise, I'm not out of breath. This can't be good.

Pain begins to flood my body again as my fangs grow longer, and sharper. I hunch over due to the massive wave of pain on my back.

"No, no please. Please go back down. This can't happen right now... not when I finally get friends..."

And then 2 jet black (bat or angel whichever you prefer) wings spread across the forest's open space. My hair grows to my shoulders, also jet black. And of course, my fingernails elongate to a sharp point.

"What the hell..." I walk over to a small puddle of water. Sure enough, my iris' are a blood red... blood. I need blood.

"No! Dodger needs my help... I have to go and find Mark with her I... but I'm a monster... she would run from me like every other human."

But her blood must be as sweet as the purest honey.

"NO! I can't think that way..."

I've entered my strongest vampire form now. Little do people know, I have the rarest background. Both of my parents were... the... Original vampires. Cursed by a witch for wandering too far into her territory. I am the only pure-blood vampire known in existence. I am... the most dangerous being in existence. I am... Sin. Darkness. I am... Dracula's son. And dodger... she's in danger... I can't go back... but I can't leave her alone...

Dodger POV:

What the hell? What just happened? Where did Enis go? What... happened to him?

He stood there, no longer sparkling, just... gorgeous in the shadows of the trees. He saved my life. He... saved MY life...

I felt myself begin to blush so I rubbed my cheeks and splashed water on my face.

But I felt a cold presence come up behind me. When I turned around, no one was there.

"Great. Now I'm paranoid." I mutter, washing dust off of my arms.

This time I hear leaves being crushed behind me.

I turn around, to see a sliver of an inch of a jet black wing peeking out from a nearby tree. When you've been a slayer for this long, you pick up on these little things.

"Great a demon." I mutter.

"SHOW YOURSELF AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!"

I ready my stance, a knife with Latin lettering engraved into its handle tightened in my right hand... then crying, and a familiar hand makes its way out with the wing. "Who... Enis?"

A/N

Sorry I don't know much about demon lore >.< I hope you still like my book! I don't really... think I'm a good writer. Plus my life has been hectic. I know I keep promising updates but... I really suck at it I'm sorry. Love you guys thanks for all the support!