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Spared By A DeathknightSpared By A Deathknight
The battlefield was bathed in that of crimson.
My companions were all around me
Laying upon the stained earth
They lay motionless
Or moaning from fatal wounds
As I crawled passed them
To escape this pure horror.
I kept moving
Wanting far away
But I soon bumped
My head tilted upward
To see this figure
Shrouded in deep darkness.
I shivered as the air grew cold
This figure seeming to emit a great chill
And I slowly began to push myself backward
Out of fear of this man.
He reached his armored hand toward me
And pulled me swiftly to my feet
Keeping me steady
Not allowing me to crumple back onto the ground.
I closed my eyes hoping for death to come quick
But snapped them open as he glided passed me
collecting the souls of the dead and dieing.
To this day
I keep this scene in memory
Remembering the first and the last time
I had come face to face with a Deathknight
Being spared to tell this tale.
Story PreviewThe teeth, they were so close to his neck, he could feel the warm breath upon his flesh. He shuddered at the feeling knowing that it would hurt once they broke through the flesh, yet it would feel good once the fangs were in. His body trembled as the sharpened canines began to sink in, blood gushing into the others mouth. C-Cassius, it hurts. Nnnnuh. Maxx clenched his fists in pain but bared with it knowing this had to be down. I cant chicken out now and let him die, I have to bare with this so he will be able to heal. His arms moved up to wrap around the vampire, moving himself as close to him as possible so he could have better access to the warm crimson liquid.
Cassius could feel his body weakening, the wounds were worse then he had thought. He hated having to use Maxx as his product to feed but he needed his special life force to heal. His own blood had been dropping in large amounts upon the ground, beneath their feet, soaking into the hardwood floor. He had take
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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