MY STORY!!!
I found half of the one that i gave you...so here's the first chapter. Love you sweetie. xoxoxo. P.s. I've been working on it all day! for you and me!
Chapter One
The End of Times
The Bloodline started and ended here. It stirred and steered as many young and uncontrollable debts were being paid. The boy crumbled lower and lower. Knowing he was going to have to pay for his crimes that were set upon the king, queen, and princess. Because of his actions he must pay. He will suffer the most popular and blood thirsty death.
Naturally the princess could love anyone; anyone except the young and spiteful enemy but because of the fact that she loved some one that wasn’t true to their race her father was determined to kill her future, her love. His excuse for the unblessed love was they were different, his kind, of course. They boy’s parents were the gods of blood and death. The founders of the two races.
No one has a clue what they are reckoned as but the princess and her race were known as the Corolhilltz. They were the dominating race. The only name that was given to the boy’s race was Bounders.
There was a reason behind thought. The smarter and wiser thought to have tried to create a clone of a scientist known as Dr. Major Johnson Koll but in the end they created a new race, the Bounders. Dr. Major Johnson Koll was a great doctor. His sciences advanced the Corolhilltz race.
Koll was on the break though of discovering the life and death of another race. Creating what the gods could not. To him the gods were just working to slow. So he took a sample of his blood and placed it in a container and added a liquid to keep the blood alive. Later he added nutrients and supplements and it began to grow. It grew into something so hideous; it grew into the race, Bounders. The enemy of Koll.
After this creation Koll tried to hide him. But all he could do was go insane as the vampire talked in his mind and controlled his every move. Koll ended up killing himself by taking the blood of the Bounder and placing it on a silver bullet. Later shooting himself in the spotting sunrise. He laid upon the floor burning and cindering as the Bounder found his way out. For no one was there to watch him. He snuck through the vents below his bed and feet.
As the young boy walked through the building searching his way out he went down a long hall that kind of looked like it was deformed. The walls were forming weird shapes and the windows on the walls were cock-eyed. Demands and rotting bodies of the decaying vampires laid chained to the walls, peaking thought the windows. He found a door that had looked promising and went through it.
He found himself learking through a room that was pitch black. One a human being couldn’t see in. A black so dark that it would hurt your eyes, like a bright white light setting in on your pupils. He folded his hand upon the knob on another door and opened it slowly. There was a bright light of the sun peeing through the door’s crack. He stepped back knowing that the sun light would hurt him and as he did so…I, the 2 Master in Command of the operation, snuck up behind him and pushed him out of the door and into the light of the world!
You may ask why I know all this information. I watched. I watched his every move. I watched the way he fed on other homeless vampires, useless ones. Ones that didn’t have a name. Prey, basically. The way his teeth sank into the victim’s flesh! Oh, it was so amazing. His teeth so wide spread, the neck broke in two. The jaws open like cabinet doors would, just open out and teeth would appear out of no where. In circles the teeth would come in. All around they’d wait. They’d sink so far into the victim’s blood lingering flesh so he could rip it all apart. It was just such a beautiful site.
But as I was saying, he didn’t die from the sunlight. He just sank low to the ground. Of course he did, he wasn’t use to the light. I knew he wasn’t going to burn like us Corolhilltz. He was different. He could not die from silver, nor could he die from sunlight. After awhile of laying there he got up and looked at me than ran. He ran as far and as fast as his scrawny legs could. He had found his way out. He roamed the streets for days on end feeding off of his victims and this is how the boy got below the king. Kneeling at his death! But what the kind didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, until he found out that is.
Chapter One
The End of Times
The Bloodline started and ended here. It stirred and steered as many young and uncontrollable debts were being paid. The boy crumbled lower and lower. Knowing he was going to have to pay for his crimes that were set upon the king, queen, and princess. Because of his actions he must pay. He will suffer the most popular and blood thirsty death.
Naturally the princess could love anyone; anyone except the young and spiteful enemy but because of the fact that she loved some one that wasn’t true to their race her father was determined to kill her future, her love. His excuse for the unblessed love was they were different, his kind, of course. They boy’s parents were the gods of blood and death. The founders of the two races.
No one has a clue what they are reckoned as but the princess and her race were known as the Corolhilltz. They were the dominating race. The only name that was given to the boy’s race was Bounders.
There was a reason behind thought. The smarter and wiser thought to have tried to create a clone of a scientist known as Dr. Major Johnson Koll but in the end they created a new race, the Bounders. Dr. Major Johnson Koll was a great doctor. His sciences advanced the Corolhilltz race.
Koll was on the break though of discovering the life and death of another race. Creating what the gods could not. To him the gods were just working to slow. So he took a sample of his blood and placed it in a container and added a liquid to keep the blood alive. Later he added nutrients and supplements and it began to grow. It grew into something so hideous; it grew into the race, Bounders. The enemy of Koll.
After this creation Koll tried to hide him. But all he could do was go insane as the vampire talked in his mind and controlled his every move. Koll ended up killing himself by taking the blood of the Bounder and placing it on a silver bullet. Later shooting himself in the spotting sunrise. He laid upon the floor burning and cindering as the Bounder found his way out. For no one was there to watch him. He snuck through the vents below his bed and feet.
As the young boy walked through the building searching his way out he went down a long hall that kind of looked like it was deformed. The walls were forming weird shapes and the windows on the walls were cock-eyed. Demands and rotting bodies of the decaying vampires laid chained to the walls, peaking thought the windows. He found a door that had looked promising and went through it.
He found himself learking through a room that was pitch black. One a human being couldn’t see in. A black so dark that it would hurt your eyes, like a bright white light setting in on your pupils. He folded his hand upon the knob on another door and opened it slowly. There was a bright light of the sun peeing through the door’s crack. He stepped back knowing that the sun light would hurt him and as he did so…I, the 2 Master in Command of the operation, snuck up behind him and pushed him out of the door and into the light of the world!
You may ask why I know all this information. I watched. I watched his every move. I watched the way he fed on other homeless vampires, useless ones. Ones that didn’t have a name. Prey, basically. The way his teeth sank into the victim’s flesh! Oh, it was so amazing. His teeth so wide spread, the neck broke in two. The jaws open like cabinet doors would, just open out and teeth would appear out of no where. In circles the teeth would come in. All around they’d wait. They’d sink so far into the victim’s blood lingering flesh so he could rip it all apart. It was just such a beautiful site.
But as I was saying, he didn’t die from the sunlight. He just sank low to the ground. Of course he did, he wasn’t use to the light. I knew he wasn’t going to burn like us Corolhilltz. He was different. He could not die from silver, nor could he die from sunlight. After awhile of laying there he got up and looked at me than ran. He ran as far and as fast as his scrawny legs could. He had found his way out. He roamed the streets for days on end feeding off of his victims and this is how the boy got below the king. Kneeling at his death! But what the kind didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, until he found out that is.
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