Finding a soul
Prologue
Alone. There the pathetic boy sat on the side of the road all alone. Wearing a dark jacket, probably so that no one could see the fear that Elle could practically smell radiating of him. She didn’t need to see the tight jaw, and frantic eyes to know that this helpless boy was scared; she could feel it in her bones, in her soul. Ha, like she even had a soul. It had been only a year since she had a soul. Just a year since she was turned by the boy she thought was the love of her life, but then he dumped her, of course. This is what caused her to be filled with so much rage she could find no self-control within herself.
She slowly stalked towards her prey. She let her mind slip into pure instinct, no need to think. Elle just watched as the boy nervously checked for the bus. She wondered where he was going, home? The library? Play practice? Basketball? She could tell that he was much too short to possibly be going to the last location. He looked as though he was about two years younger than her, probably about thirteen or so.
He had dark brown, short hair, so dark it was almost black, but Elle’s sharp eyesight could tell that it was brown. Other than that and his dark hoodie all she could make out from across the road was a pair of jeans and red converse. Red, the color his blood would be once it reached oxygen.
She was prepared to attack. Elle ran as fast as light across the road.
The boy sensed there was movement and anxiously looked around, but he couldn’t see anything, until all of a sudden there was a movement behind him. There stood the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She smiled, a glaring white smile with breathtaking teeth………and fangs. “You’re-You’re” the boy stammered, until all of a sudden he felt a sharp pain on his neck, but it went quickly. Within a couple milliseconds Elle had drained him of all his blood. He died without fault, and without a struggle. “I believe you were trying to say that I am a vampire,” Elle chuckled to herself.
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