Dark Clouds:Triflers

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Prologue

Her fears had subdued as she walked into the hall it had already been piled up with dead bodies, the silence was tense and everywhere quietly unkempt not like the party had started ,  she suddenly feels a sudden gush of breeze and her hair tossing all out ,someone had passed her with super speed. She quickly turns as she sees Tristan , he was feeding on the lasts of the persons ha had killed  , he slowly rises up like as it would be majestically , with his vamp eyes , glittering all over ,grabbing an  hanky from his coats pocket as he had wiped his hands and mouth , his eyes grew back to normal.  He looks in her direction smiling and walking up to her . She quickly swallows up her thrills ,summoning up courage, she was trembling inside , the feeling one would get when being terrorized by a demon

“is this the party?”she asked stepping back a bit as he tries to touch her, he looks her again this time making out a smirk ‘ yh pretty about that ………..we at the right location but not the the right venue” he says as he grabs a soon to be lifeless body on the floor he was surely  still struggling  in pain and loosing a lot of blood , he bites him on his neck  and drags him closer to where she watched him t ‘’ drink!”he says throwing him at her feets
  She steps back a little grabbing a what looked like a gloss from her bag , diligentlt mousturizing her lips  , showing no sign of high 'ferotal' level
     “I’m not here because of your tricks Tristan!..... I need you to fix me”she says dragging away her hair band
  "Relax , don't lets go all boring , this ain't no Elena's diary session where you go all goo goi because of a cure that doesn't exist"He says grabbing a wooden chair
   " and now you wanna have ur sit in the middle of this ," she yells ,as he smiles holding up  the chair  " so disgusting" she adds mumbling
   " of course i find  pleasure in sitting in the mist of my own massacre , but the chair isn't to sit " he says he breaks the chair by the leg ,she steps back slowly  knowing what might be his next move ,
" ah !ah! , do not move , an inch , neither is it neccessary to raise a pulse " he says moving towards her as she became de-stabilized, not knowing whether to run id face the devil, even if she dared run , it wouldnt take him less than a minute to catch and waste her
   She immediately shouted "Help!!"
Would Russell hear her?? She wouldnt know  ........ She was terrified as Her shout for help made Tristan a lof more angry
“ohk you should not have raised your voice ……”he says as he threw the chair onto her heart , he had staked her to the wall and he walks up to her and rips out her heart.

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He ran in , with the others as they searched for her , still up with the the intoxication he couldnt tell if she was she anymore , he stumbled on a pile of bodies and fell unconciously ..........