A bond between vampires and humans was once formed. Once long ago, many years before now. The era of friendship. But like any other bond, it must reshape itself. The vampiric society had began to absorb the human society, causing pandomonium across the world. Humans were known to overreact and this caused even more chaos. Soon, the world fell apart and no one trusted another. Soon, even the two societies turned on each other, causing internal and external war. Human against vampire, vampire against vampire, and human against human. The once beloved Eart was now in shambles. There was simply no hope of rejuvinating itself. Life as we know it had been destroyed.
But it is now, and things are still hell on Earth. The streets are parading attacks, bodies strewn amok. Nothing seems normal and there's always the fear of being killed. One girl lives not in fear of anything. She's looked up to, yet protected greatly. Nothing seems to get by her. She's considered an emotionless pit, one that the emotions of fear and angst cannot bubble out. She's feared yet loved. But she does not feel it. What is she to the vampiric eyes? An eyesore. One of the most dangerous and powerful targets upon their lists of extermination. She's hated by them. Except for one man. He's admired her from afar, but still holds the similar feelings that his bretheren feel. But she's too visible to miss. Or to hate for too long. His craving for blood is not sated until he's tasted hers. He is put up with the task of taking her out, and the thrill of blood excites him. But what of his admirable feelings? They could possibly shape into something new, something that could keep him from doing the damnable.
But it is now, and things are still hell on Earth. The streets are parading attacks, bodies strewn amok. Nothing seems normal and there's always the fear of being killed. One girl lives not in fear of anything. She's looked up to, yet protected greatly. Nothing seems to get by her. She's considered an emotionless pit, one that the emotions of fear and angst cannot bubble out. She's feared yet loved. But she does not feel it. What is she to the vampiric eyes? An eyesore. One of the most dangerous and powerful targets upon their lists of extermination. She's hated by them. Except for one man. He's admired her from afar, but still holds the similar feelings that his bretheren feel. But she's too visible to miss. Or to hate for too long. His craving for blood is not sated until he's tasted hers. He is put up with the task of taking her out, and the thrill of blood excites him. But what of his admirable feelings? They could possibly shape into something new, something that could keep him from doing the damnable.
