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A Slayer Gone Vampiric
I gaze out my window,
curious as to what tonight
will hold.
But as I do,
I begin to wonder-
if this is the life
meant for me?
Then I realize,
the life of a slayer
is a lonely one.
I begin to prepare
for tonight's patrol.
My outfit, set in black
looks appealing in my mirror.
A leotard and skin tight pants-
leather jacket over my shoulders.
The blonde hair that falls over
my curves tied back tightly
with a black ribbon.
My gear needs to be placed
along my body and in my black bag.
Cross bows and extra arrows, holy water,
daggers of various kinds hidden on my body.
I place my weapons at the small of my back,
and under the base of my neck. I set one
in each mid-calf black boot and one on
each arm under my elbow length gloves.
A few wooden stakes in my bag and
six set to my jacket.
I am ready for anything that
dares cross my path.
Entering the silent cemetary,
I realize it's too quiet.
Fog set thick over the ground,
the moon playing peek-a-boo
with the clouds.
My guard rises as a reflex.
The hair on the back of
my neck stands up, prickling.
Someone watches me closely.
Continueing on, I walk amongst the
tombstones, hardly noticing names or
dates. Someone stalks my movements and
I stop. The mysterious person
places a strong hand on my shoulder.
Their iron grip makes my pulse quicken
and my blood flow.
As I turn to face him, he begins
to lead me away.
We wander from the silence
that hangs over the graveyard and
into a sinisterly quiet forest nearby.
After a while we stop, the man looks down.
Entering through the hidden entrance, it takes
my eyes mere seconds to adjust.
The underground is lit with a few dim
lamps, the lights glowing red.
Other creatures appear, expectant
of our arrival.
Cells for prisoners line the dark, musty
hallway. I know they are vampires.
However, I do no wish to fight.
The man with me seems to be
the leader. He takes me to a dark,
secluded room.
Laying me on the bed, he gets
medical herbs for my wounds
from before entering the cemetary.
The herbs on my flesh wounds sting,
but I show no pain.
I observe him, he knows it.
He senses my pain and softens his touch.
"I kill your kind," I say quietly.
He does not respond.
"So why do you help me?" I ask, wondering.
He looks into my eyes.
"You are all alone in this world."
I narrow my eyes.
"In a way, you are much like us," he continued.
When he finished with my wounds,
he sat on the bed.
My shirt was off because of the bandages
wrapped around my chest.
He looked me up and down as though he
liked what he saw.
Him touchin the side of my face,
I watched his expression change.
As his hand traveled down the side of
my neck, and over my breasts, he looked
allured by something.
Soon, his other hand follows, stopping at
my hips. He smiled, I returned the
gesture, pleased with his interest in me.
His grin reveals his glistening
pearl white fangs.
As the vampire leans toward me,
I know what is on his mind.
Placing one hand at the small of
my back, and one around my neck,
he pulled me up to meet him.
Gently turning my head, he lowered
his face to my neck. Slowly and painlessly,
his fangs sunk into my flesh.
A comfortable wave of dizzyness
swept over me, and I fainted,
knowing no more. During my
unconscious state, my body convulsed,
going through death.
I awoke about an hour later, finding
the feeling of blood lust upon me.
My full vision finally returned
and the vampire that had changed
me was there, watching.
"You are one of us now, slayer," he said.
"Yes now I belong..." I answered.
With that, he reached for my hand,
I held it out.
We left to hunt, breaking the very
foundation of what I had been
raised to do.
But I didn't care.
I finally belonged.
