It was a dark and extremely cold autumn night, the chill of harsh, bitter loneliness swept through the night air. The sinister rustling of the auburn trees and the demonic hooting of the owl as it gazed over its unsuspecting prey was the only life that had been in this place for centuries. Until this night. This night, was a very special night, a night that had been long awaited by some and thought as only a nightmarish legend by others, because, tonight was
the night that they returned.
There was a faint crunching sound of leaves underfoot that was growing closer and closer, louder and louder, until there, stood underneath the tallest oak tree that grew and stood majestically in the centre of the wood, over shadowing its peers was a cloaked and hooded figure, silhouetted by the moonlight. This figure removed its hood with long, delicate and pale fingers to reveal the beautiful face of a young woman that warmed this cold night. The shining reflection of the moonlighted bounced off her silvery blonde hair and silhouetted her features so that she looked like she had been carved out pure marble by the angels themselves.
She walked further to the tree and placed her soft, delicate hand on its hard, cracked trunk. The pale hand then caressed the dark wood of the oak tree as the light blue, sinister yet beautiful eyes, watched in deep concentration. The tight, pink lips of the unmasked face then curled, slowly, into a smile.
The woman then through her head back and let out the cackle of a tormented soul and then, there was silence once more and the silhouette started to mutter words of a language so ancient that it would fall short on the Creator?s tongue. The head was then thrown back again as the woman made another loud, demonic cackle as she watched the once calm, clear and peaceful sky be broken, shattered and watched as a stream of blood red light soared from her fore finger and her long nail and sliced through the peaceful sky and a swarm of dark, cloaked, intimidating, hooded figures flew madly and excitedly through the trees as the howling wind was drowned out by the sound of their joyful cackles and screams.
?COME TO ME MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF OLD, GATHER ROUND, FOR THERE IS WORK TO BE DONE!? shouted the mysterious woman in a voice that sounded like a call from the heavens yet also like it belonged to a person who could kill with a twitch of their finger and not a seconds thought.
PS: This is not a Fucking vampire story.
the night that they returned.
There was a faint crunching sound of leaves underfoot that was growing closer and closer, louder and louder, until there, stood underneath the tallest oak tree that grew and stood majestically in the centre of the wood, over shadowing its peers was a cloaked and hooded figure, silhouetted by the moonlight. This figure removed its hood with long, delicate and pale fingers to reveal the beautiful face of a young woman that warmed this cold night. The shining reflection of the moonlighted bounced off her silvery blonde hair and silhouetted her features so that she looked like she had been carved out pure marble by the angels themselves.
She walked further to the tree and placed her soft, delicate hand on its hard, cracked trunk. The pale hand then caressed the dark wood of the oak tree as the light blue, sinister yet beautiful eyes, watched in deep concentration. The tight, pink lips of the unmasked face then curled, slowly, into a smile.
The woman then through her head back and let out the cackle of a tormented soul and then, there was silence once more and the silhouette started to mutter words of a language so ancient that it would fall short on the Creator?s tongue. The head was then thrown back again as the woman made another loud, demonic cackle as she watched the once calm, clear and peaceful sky be broken, shattered and watched as a stream of blood red light soared from her fore finger and her long nail and sliced through the peaceful sky and a swarm of dark, cloaked, intimidating, hooded figures flew madly and excitedly through the trees as the howling wind was drowned out by the sound of their joyful cackles and screams.
?COME TO ME MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF OLD, GATHER ROUND, FOR THERE IS WORK TO BE DONE!? shouted the mysterious woman in a voice that sounded like a call from the heavens yet also like it belonged to a person who could kill with a twitch of their finger and not a seconds thought.
PS: This is not a Fucking vampire story.