The Ones with the Red Eyes...

The Ones with the Red Eyes...

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WpMetadataNoticeNaposledy publikováno čtv, dub 19, 2018
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Most of you don't really think to pay attention to eyes... in this world... you need to... the Red Eyed walk around slower in sunlight, but have the agility and grace of a master swordsman, their weapon, Teeth?? "why would anyone use Teeth as a weapon" I used to ask myself endlessly thoughout every night I have layed awake... I always thought it was weird that I never slept... But I should have gotten the hint when my parents started making me use color changing contacts.... Maybe I'm not like the others here... Hell I'm as pale as a pile of fresh snow. But after I woke up from a coma... I had never paid attention to my eyes or anything... But now... The world is watching for my eyes... And my parents... One day at school, I left the contacts stay at home... Now... All of us civilized bag drinker have to run... The government plans to wipe us out... Not just the violent ones... But all of them...
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He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

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