[stylist] Angels Light Chapter One

Sat Sep 19 17:38:34 UTC 2009

Interesting. I like Vampire stories.
Helene

On 19/09/2009, kec92 at ourlink.net <kec92 at ourlink.net> wrote:
>
> Hi everyone,
>
> 	I've been staarting to writting a book myself.  I would like some
> feed back to see what I need to improve and what's good as it is.  If
> you could help me, that would be greatly appreciated.  Thank you,
>
> 	Keitei Colton
> 	Part One
>
> 	Night
>
> 	A night that's filled with despair,
>
> 	so deep that no hope is possible.
>
> 	So far flung that it seems
>
> 	An impossibility that it will be found,
>
> 	Total despair takes over,
>
> 	Until we are fed up with grief and rage,
>
> 	Rage for the light to return.
>
> 	But the hope never will.
>
> 	The rage only creates sparks,
>
> 	Until no emotion can be felt.
>
> 	Finally content with the world,
>
> 	The light starts to return,
>
> 	There's hope once again.
>
> 	Chapter One
>
> 	The End
>
> 	Fear filled the night: the night was supposed to be peaceful, until
> the mayhem ensued.  Some people would live on in the village of
> Potevka in the morning, and others would not.  The life of one
> sixteen-year-old boy would change forever.
>
> 	Quick breath, pounding heart, and adrenaline rushing through his
> body, Angelus pushed his body harder and faster.  The fear of what
> was behind him was overwhelmingly Terrifying.
>
> 	The snow was lightly falling on this Christmas night.  The streets
> were quiet and filled with a little bit of snow.  Angelus burst out
> of his house running.  He had He had no idea where the monster was,
> but he only wished that his angel would save him.
>
> 	This angel of his was different from the ones painted in the
> pictures.
>
> 	She was tall with a slight tan. Her long blackish-brown hair reached
> to the backs of her knees. She wore black leggings, a fur shirt and a
> corn stalk cap.  There was something primative about her that Angelus
> couldn't explain.  Nameless, she stood for him around the corner.
>
> 	A blast of wind and snow shot angelus in the face.  When he could
> open his eyes again, she was gone. It was just and allusion, he had
> to keep running, running, running... He would have to forget why his
> angel disappeared on him. He had to forget that he would die soon.
> All that he would be able to remember was his name and the languages
> that he spoke to keep himself alive.  The winters here were harsh.
>
> 	He shivered as he ran in his woolen night gown.  He needed to wait,
> or run. He couldn't wait until the sun rose above the horizon.  That
> would be a while.  The sun had just set a couple of hours ago.
>
> 	Looking over his shoulder, Angelus checked to see if he was being
> followed.  His breath caught as he saw a silhouette of a figure
> behind him, coming up fast.
>
> 	Something made Angelus stumble and fall headlong onto a cobble stone
> street.  Blood filled his mouth.  Struggling not to scream and cry out
> in pain, and fear for his life, he didn't want others to share his
> fate.  He pushed himself onto his back.  The monster was on top of
> him, teeth bared, growling hungrily.  The wind blew in gusts.   Every
> time the wind picked up, Angelus' hair moved momentarily in front of
> his eyes.  His heart picked up speed as it leaned in.
>
> 	This is it, I'm gonna die, thought Angelus.  I'm going to die on
> this most holy of nights.
>
> 	A grunt brought Angelus' eyes flying open with surprise, wanting to
> know what was going on.  He just saw the sky starting to clear up
> above him the twinkling of an occational star, and the walls of the
> houses where he'd fallen.  He pushed himself up on his elbows.  The
> creature had left him.  He knew that his angel wouldn't, no couldn't
> have done that.  Was it a trick?  Would it come back?  Was any of
> this for real?
>
> 	Their numbers were growing in masses each ay.  This place was
> Angelus' last hope of not being in danger.  But that frail shell of
> hope had shattered tonight.  The world had changed dso completely,
> but very little physically had changed.
>
> 	The terror was still there, same with the turning of the world.  The
> only thing that had changed was that Angelus had survived.  He was
> grateful for watever had saved him.  When he looked around him, he
> saw that another one of them was there, behind him.  A new pang of
> fear shot through angelus. But when he opened his eyes, he did a
> double take.  It was his Angel!
>
> 	"How did you find me? Did you save me from that monster?" Angelus
> demanded excittedly of his angel.
>
> 	"I am one of those you fear: but I will never hurt you," she said in
> a soft sigh that sounded off, like she wasn't a native speaker.  She
> walked past him.  Her movements were flowing into one another.
>
> 	"Wait! Angelus cried in desperation.  "Don't leave me!"  Hysteria
> was shaking his body.
>
> 	"Are you not afraid of a monster like me? she with wariness, almost
> dead,  in her tone.
>
> 	"No."
>
> 	"You should be."
>
> 	"Why?"
>
> 	Because I'm not the person you are looking for. I am merely just a
> guide."
>
> 	"You're much more than that to me.  I hope every day that I see you
> again.  I am in much agony when you are gone."
>
> 	"I am a wanderer, a nomad of sorts: I never stay in one place for
> very long."
>
> 	"But you've been here for a generation, watching over us."
>
> 	"That's because I've been waiting for you, little dreamer."
>
> 	"Why?"
>
> 	"You are different than everybody else."
>
> 	"I'm not different, nor am I a dreamer."
>
> 	"Don't do that to yourself. It'll help you look at life."
>
> 	"Just don't leave."
>
> 	"I won't leave you, Angelus.  Let me help you up."  She extended her
> hand, offering the help.
>
> 	Angelus grasped her glove covered hand and got up.
>
> 	"I don't think that hyou're a monsterous being," said Angelus
> plainly.
>
> 	"You don't believe me?" the pretty woman asked.
>
> 	"That's right. I just can't see you being evil." he told her.
>
> 	"you shouldn't have said that." She smiled without much energy to
> it.
>
> 	"How?"
>
> 	"There is one thing you should know first."
>
> 	"What?"
>
> 	"I am a super breed of this monster."
>
> 	"Huh? I don't understand what you're trying to say to me."
>
> 	"You will not be able to go back to your family. Cany you accept
> that?"
>
> 	"Huh?"
>
> 	"Say goodbye to your old life, and prepare for a new one."
>
> 	She leaned forward slowly.  The features of her face were slightly
> distorted from her lips pulling back over her teeth.
>
> 	"What are you doing?" Angelus didn't want to hurt the worman, but he
> was confused why she was acting so strange.
>
> 	The swiftness of her teeth sank into the veins of his neck.  The
> venom didn't hurt, but the blood pumping up circulation to his head
> went faster, and dripped onto the snow.  The woman laid him down
> gently, sitting down by his head.  his conscious faltered and fell
> into blackness that enjulfed so completely.  The deed was done, and
> there was no going back.
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