Tsarria's POV
My feet make no sound on the soft ground wet from the storm. Why was I sent in the middle of a storm? I think as my long black hair whips around my face, I shiver in my black dress, febel human body even my cloak is no use, and look around. Great Im also in the middle of nowhere. I look to the sky. "Thanks Celeste," I sarcasically call then under my breath, "bitch."
I start walking pulling my hood up and my cloak thighter, until I see a stucture up ahead. As I get closer I see its a house, I start running I have to find shelter before this human body gives out. the wind picks up and I am being torn this way and that I hear a ripping sound. The dress has got caught and now a jagged tear runs up the side to my hip. I kick off my black heels and pull my dress free now able to move faster i resume my race to the house.
I pound on the door three times. "Please some one answer!" I cry to no one.
I am a Death Shade apprentice about to compleat my training. I just need one more successful kill it has to be perfect someone young. My first infecction, I shall infect the body with a deadly disease by entering it then evetually I will kill them. Young people are hard babies and older humans not so much that is why this is my final test.
I pound on the door more frantic this time. I never cry, but if i get sick like humans do i may not get well in time and fail, so I let the tears fall. Suddenly the door is opened and im stareing in to the deep blue eyes of a tall and gangly blond boy.
Sorry for the short chapter but i hope Im keping this interesting :)
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Love of the Killer
МистикаMerrin has never experienced any trouble being quiet and making good grades througout high school unlike his best friend, housemate, and soon to be college roomate, Derick. When a beautiful, young woman by the name of Tsarria arives on their door st...
