Post by Seras Alcaste on Jul 5, 2005 4:18:59 GMT 1
Everything seemed so desolate, for it was a cold and empty night. the sky was cloudy, ocasionally giving way to a peering full moon. It shone the red of blood, giving off an uneasy atmosphere.
Seras Alcaste walked on for what seemed like days, until finally a lone building stood in front of her, in her way. A riveting pain began to burn in her heart as she neared the church. Silver plated crosses littered the scene as the pain grew harder and burned more violently. Seras reached out to one, placing her hand upon the silver. Her fangs grew once again, as a vampiric scream rang out, rupturing the quiet of the night. Smoke appeared out of her hand as she drew it back quickly into her cloak. The silver cross, still peacefully imbedded within the dirt showed a slight speck of sut and burn flesh on the top.
Walking out of the churchyard, Seras sought shelter underneath a nearby tree, despite the lack of sun producing no spot of generic shade. Resting up a tad bit, she felt grateful of her vampiric side of herself for the miraculous speed in healing always proves useful. Her fangs grew out again, giving her an odd, anxious feelign in her heart. She held her hand up in front of her mouth, moments later biting into her wrist. The blood squirted out, trickling down the back of her throat. Savoring the bizzare sweet taste she stood up, the puncture wounds in her wrists discontinuing their flow. She walked on, deep into the cold, lonely night.
Sera Alcaste reached in her overcoat, pulling out a large calibered custom revolver. She opened the chamber, soon to load it with 6 bullets of pure silver, just as a group of vampires made their way to surround her. With a deadly speed, she began to fire away joyously. Soon, there was yet another pile of dead bodies to walk over as she continued once again through the dark night.
Seras Alcaste walked on for what seemed like days, until finally a lone building stood in front of her, in her way. A riveting pain began to burn in her heart as she neared the church. Silver plated crosses littered the scene as the pain grew harder and burned more violently. Seras reached out to one, placing her hand upon the silver. Her fangs grew once again, as a vampiric scream rang out, rupturing the quiet of the night. Smoke appeared out of her hand as she drew it back quickly into her cloak. The silver cross, still peacefully imbedded within the dirt showed a slight speck of sut and burn flesh on the top.
Walking out of the churchyard, Seras sought shelter underneath a nearby tree, despite the lack of sun producing no spot of generic shade. Resting up a tad bit, she felt grateful of her vampiric side of herself for the miraculous speed in healing always proves useful. Her fangs grew out again, giving her an odd, anxious feelign in her heart. She held her hand up in front of her mouth, moments later biting into her wrist. The blood squirted out, trickling down the back of her throat. Savoring the bizzare sweet taste she stood up, the puncture wounds in her wrists discontinuing their flow. She walked on, deep into the cold, lonely night.
Sera Alcaste reached in her overcoat, pulling out a large calibered custom revolver. She opened the chamber, soon to load it with 6 bullets of pure silver, just as a group of vampires made their way to surround her. With a deadly speed, she began to fire away joyously. Soon, there was yet another pile of dead bodies to walk over as she continued once again through the dark night.