Fan's Own Stories

I personally like how he is introduced... but you'll have to read it. I will post it tomorrow and hopefully not get in troubke for doing it at school...

Here it is:

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The scream rips through the night, waking me immediately. I hear banging and other noises downstairs.
I scramble out of bed.
Highwaymen, I think to myself, get to the closet.
I make my way through the messy room to the corner by the bookshelf and trip over my trunk. A loud thud is sounded and the gnawing noises cease.
The next thing I know my door is knocked down and a bloody thing is snarling in my face. The rotted corpse has blood dripping from his teeth; the wretched stench of death from his breath is steaming in my nose. I stand up, in complete shock and horror.
The thing lunges at me and tries to bite at my flesh. I try to scream and shield my face, but the thing just bites at my hands and arms. Its teeth draw blood.
Then the unmistakable sound of sword sliding from the sheath comes from behind the beast. It shrieks in pain and turns its attention to a woman. She’s wearing all black. A dress with a slit up her thigh, a high neck and no sleeves, and the sword’s belt on her waist made her the picturesque image of unholy. The look on her face when the beast turned on her was a mixture of hatred and rage that shone in the moonlight.
‘Run! Now! Get out of here!’ she screams.
I regain awareness and run to the other side of the room, to the bathroom, all the while still very aware of the fight from the grunts. I cut through the bathroom to my cousin’s room and discoverer her body. Her face is frozen in pain and terror. Her chest has a hole in it. Her heart has been ripped out.
I stop in my tracks, a scream- my scream – beginning to rise in my throat when a hand clamps over my mouth.
‘Don’t scream,’ the woman sooths. She pulls me into a protective embrace. She removed the hand on my mouth to stroke my hair, ‘It will be alright, child. Everything will be just fine.’
She then examines my scratches and bites. I am already becoming nauseous.
While she does this, my eyes drift across the hall to my Aunt and Uncles’ room. The door is open. One bloody, dismembered body lies on the floor. My eyes widen and travel down the stairs. I see three more bodies, two of which are already mostly dust. One I recognize as my Uncle.
She nuzzles her head in my neck. She bites me.
The scream escapes.

When Larry is introduced:


"There's something I forgot- Oh!" She exclaimed, "I need to talk to you privately after the party. But now, I want you to meet someone." She dragged me by my arm to the group of men watching Underworld. "LARRY!" she shouted over the men.
A Knight with bulky muscles and black dyed, stringy hair looked at her with his sky blue eyes. A lot of Knights did that if their hair became the same color as their eyes when they were changed and their eyes were blue or green.
"Linda.'' He said walking up to us.
I couldn't help but snicker. Larry? A bulky KNIGHT named Larry? What, in the name of Heaven, was Melinda thinking when she turned him? She could've renamed him something- anything else.
He looked at me with confusion and I saw his muscles flex, like he was trying to impress me, but my snicker turned into laughter.
Larry looked at Melinda and asked, "What's her problem?" in a deep, husky voice.
I laughed harder, catching people's attention around me. I tried to swallow my laughter, but a tight grin remained on my lips.
"She.. she just has some serious issues."
I elbowed her.
"Larry, meet Layla; Layla, meet Larry."
"Nice to meet you, Layla." He didn't sound so enthusiastic.
"Nice to meet you too, Larr-' I burst out laughing again. This time he knew what I was chortling about, and he was obviously pissed.
This time, he flexed his muscles as a warning. I burst out again. He didn't know how easily I could overpower him. For a girl who has been seventeen for two-hundred and nineteen years, I was a pretty tough cookie. I had taken out several hundred Zombies already and earned the tittle Black Knight, in my first decade of Knight-ism.
We named our ranks in a similar manner to the way karate people did their belts. Only, our levels go from red to gray to black; also, we got tattoos on our left wrists. The symbol that is tattooed looks like three spirals attached to each other. The first spiral is the one on top, it is red. The one on the left is the second one they got; it is gray. The last one is the black one on the bottom right of the spiral triangle. Only one person had earned the right base of the triangle and she was the oldest Knight by seventy years.
I stopped laughing but the smile remained in place. I did, however, manage to change the smile from a laughing one to a more flirtatious one. I had to stop laughing somehow.
Cocking my head to one side, I murmured, "I'm sorry, Larry. That was rude of me. Please accept my apology...." He gave a small smile in return, but I saw his eyes roam down to my chest.
"While your at it... get your eyes off my chest before I slap them off your face." He turned as red as an apple, but quickly became offensive.
"And don't laugh at my name ever again."
"Or what, Larry?" I snorted.

Peace love n VA wrote:

I promised no stealing from me. I'm not a story writer- more a memoir writing and poetry writer anyway. It's just easier on my eyes to read a white screen and i can make the font bigger.. love shadow bite but the tiny white font really is hard on my eyes when reading long passages.

I'll be honest. I always am. Constructive criticism only. I kinda like the name Larry. So ordinary with is radically different from the likes of a vampire.

Thanks!

So when do we get to see music from disturbed in this story?

good story

Ohhh that's what i call an intro. I may be bias because i love the time era your writing in. But i think it's really good. If that was in a book store.. it would definitely get a purchase from me.

Thanks!!