The Holder Of Hades

The Holder Of Hades

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The vampire jumps up to a building to the next building to the next. Right when the vampire gets close to where I am. A witch does a spell causing the vampire to cringe and scream in pain. The vampire loses its composure and falls from the building. I run towards where the vampire is falling and catch the baby he was holding. The vampire falls to the ground. Unmoving. And for the first time I see the baby. She looks scared. Her dried up tears stained her pale skin. Her blonde curls were everywhere. But what wondered me the most was her big eyes. One was blue and one was gray.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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