!Warning: this short story contains blood and violence!
This is a short story with only one part. This is about a vampire girl named Zarah.
Also I wrote this a long time ago so it may be really bad xD
!Also all illustrations in this story is owned...
Zarah looked around at the other couples dancing around her. Everyone was dressed in big expensive fancy dresses and suits. It seemed like all the people here didn't have a care in the world, as if noting could hurt them. They had no idea what was about to happen. Zarah kept dancing and waiting for her signal. She didn't want to do this but she had no choice. Ever since she was little had she been forced to do horrible things to other people, but her power had been growing since then and the tables was about to turn. The only thing that could stop her now was if her captures knew.
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The man she was dancing with, gave her the signal meaning it was time to hunt. But Zarah had other plans and took her hands around his neck. She strangled him. She then proceeded over to another man she knew was working with the captures, but he was prepared. The man raised his hand and made Zarah's head hurt so much that she fell down to the floor. But she quickly got up again and ran towards him digging her teeth into his neck, making him fall to the floor dead. The other people working with the guys she had already killed, ran together with the innocent people in the ballroom while screaming and running for their life.
"Kill them now! You can't escape us, so do as you are told and kill them!" a voice in her head said as she watched the others run. No she thought, she would not be treated like a slave any longer. The voice became louder and louder, but they stopped talking when she noticed that a man was standing in front of her. Zarah looked at the person that stood in front of her. He was holding a knife, and he knew well that what he was about to do would drive Zarah mad. "Please don't," she begged but for no use. The man grabbed the side of her face and made her look at him. He cut a little cut on her cheek, which made her purple eyes turn red. The man then let go of her and cut his own arm.
The smell of blood rushed through Zarah and the veins under her eyes became visible. She could no longer control herself and tried to bite the man's neck, but he moved fast to the side so she missed. She fell down to the floor and when she looked at him again, noticed she that his eyes was red as well. "Let's go and take them," the man said and reached out for Zarah's hand. She didn't understand what was going on but she craved blood and took his hand. They ran after the people that had held her captive.
After Zarah and the man had taken their revenge, took they goodbye. Zarah didn't get the man's name, but she was grateful that he had helped her escape. Now that Zarah was free, could she do anything she wanted to. She promised to herself to help others in need until the day she dies, if that day ever comes that is.
