His stance told my instincts to scream "Predator". He leaned against the wall, and locked my eyes with his. He was everything. Sexy, yet arragont, despicable, but cherished. He was in control of the game this time around, and we both knew it.
In a flash, he held my hair in his fist; my eyes gazed the heavens as he ripped my head back further. His jawswere at my throat, and I unconscinously squeaked. His snickers sent boiling blood to my albino cheeks- bad move.
"What do you want from me?!" I screamed into the night. I heard his reply in my head:
"You know what I want, what I need. Why must you tempt me so?"
His hands graced my naked throat. I enjoyed hated it. My mind screamed in protest to what my soul wanted. "Stop thinking about him like that! He is dead." I closed my thoughts before he could attempt to enter them again. At the moment, he was too mesmorized by the pulsing blood in my face to concentrate on my thoughts.
I knew I could die tonight. But, at the moment, that didn't matter. It was about life, love, destiny, and blood. Always blood...
My underworld is not for the faint of heart.
I, Elane Mariee Helsing, am not normal. I masquerade as a gifted student, andloyal daughter by day. But by night, I stalk the streets as a vampire hunter. I aquirred the knack for this art at a very early age. When I was 9, I remember the horrified look on my father's face as he silently watched me gut a live bat, and burn the remains. He did not stop me from my ritual. To answer his inquiry about why I was doing this, I merrily repiled that the old white man with the berad behind him insturucted me so. That old man, was my ancestor Van Helsing, who has been dead for nearly 400 years.
That night was my inaugration. I was to be celebrated. Witches flew all the way from Salem to greet me. Ghouls shook my hand and regarded me as a queen. The wolves roared, and I was showered with creations beyond the wildest dreams of mortals. I am the Keeper of Darkness, a scion from the Great Van Helsing. Tonight, the nightmares of the world either cringed with fear, or sighed with relief.
There is no way to end evil; one can only hope to keep it at bay. There are good and evil in every species that walks this earth. Good witches (also knowen as Healers) and bad witches, smelly ghouls and those with hygiene. Good humans and foolish humans. But as for their kind, there is no balance. They pray on the weak, bloodsuckers, damnanaions of life itself. And they especially despised me. I am the one who is to defeat them, to end this darkness, this long bloody war.
Long ago, Van Helsing and The Hestia Witch Line created the Order: this crucial document commands the horrors of the earth to remember there place, and recall that we are not alone. We are not alone....
