Creative Writing: The Vampire Slayer

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

“You want her to do what you want.” Luna said aggressively, but not enough for him to catch on. “You care about her I know, but you have to let her make her own decisions. Giving her no options isn’t the way to go. I know from experience that most people try to kill themselves because they feel like they have no other options. Do you really want to do that to her?”Luna was blunt, and that was a good thing in a time like this.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

The moment Skyler's blood touched her tongue Adriana was lost. The sweet nectar that flowed through her lovers veins washed over every sense the old vampire had. She drank deeply as the warmth washed through every inch of her body. It was the first time in ages Adriana had felt such heat coursing through her veins. Her lover, her wolf tasted like madness and haven all at the same time.

For a moment CinderLeaf stood startled at the warrior’s impatience. Is he that mouse-brained? He could get himself killed by doing this sort of stuff, CinderLeaf thought to himself. With an irritated sigh he turned to SpeckledTail. “Well, we should probably go and help him before he gets himself killed”.

Mariko pulled her finger from her mouth and laughed. "Don't clump me in with your fairytale version of a vampire. I'm a nosferatu, totally different man."

“You care about this one?” She looked surprised. None of the others would have gotten me rebel against her. I would always kill for her, with no hesitation.

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

"Did you haveta do it while I was still here..." Buffy sighed. There was evidence up to her eyeballs, quite literally in front of her face, that she was the worst Slayer that ever lived. And that was saying something because there had been like a jillion Slayers to ever live.

Slayer, it ain’t right, you being here all sleepy for weeks. Not when it was me who missed that big guy going for you. If I’d have been half the fighter I brag about being…if I’d have been I don’t know a little more quick, a bit more ready, you’d be awake right now punching me in the head as it should be.” He felt his voice break a little and he moved to sit next to her, on the bed. Her hands were still warm. Her hair was still ever as shiny. He could almost convince himself she really were just asleep. “Done a lot of wrong to you, love. Been all kinds of evil, showed you the worst of me in every dark light and I was proud to do it; proud to be the Big Bad inciting the chaos and pulling the big punches. I’ve hated you and I’ve loved you in a lot of bad ways. You’ve wanted me dead and gone for some time now, and you’ve been right. Made a lot of your bad moments worse, love. But I know a lot about good, from you, mostly. You and your damn white hats making the rest of us evil look like they evil we are. Or were, maybe. You’ve treated me like I could be good. Can you hear me? I never even considered it until you put that daft bit in my head. Bloody Slayer, you’ve ruined me. In a way that I think I need to fix. When I get back, I’ll prove to you, Buffy, when you’re awake next time. I’ve had 47 days to think about how I could make a little right, love. I’ll be back, can you hear me? I’ll be

My heart thumped hard in my chest. A deal to take away my hallucinations? No more seeing these monsters all the time? It sounded like it was almost too good to be true. It's all ever wanted. Although, there was no doubt in my mind that this guy clearly wasn't human, but do I really want make a deal with him?

Rae looked at the eldest kneeling in front of her and asked. “So what exactly do you know about them?” Rae could not even bring herself to say the word VAMPIRE.

Angel looked over at Spike, “Here's the plan-” Angel started to say before Spike cut him off.

I feel as if at any moment I am going to see Dracula standing in one the the windows looking out into the night you were hear the sounds of bat wings flapping fighting against the night wind as you are running through the woods the soft dirt under your shoes and the rough hard bark of the trees against your palms you hear your heart beating against your chest then the breaking of twigs the all you feel is a sharp pain in your neck and the smell of your own crimson blood oozing