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Her hands were drowned in a red substance the color of wine. It trinkled down her cheeks as she scooped the subtance and drowned it in her mouth. The once irony taste had gone away, and made a new one. She couldn’t describe it, but it was the most deliqte thing she ever tasted, almost like a drug too her. Before she had been made a new being, the scene would be sticky and considered a manslaughter… but her new brain taught her well and told her it was natrual, and infact, a good sign that she was flowing along. She remembered her old life, and how she missed it. Her once white dress was now crimson, they all did this… after millions of years of living like as vampires, someone finnaly figured out how to get it out.
"You have done well," whispered a voice in the dark corner of the room were the candles could not stretch out.
The girl only knew that the voice had to be her creators master. "Master Adon." She stumbled to her aching feet. And bowed, though she could not see him… her eyes hadn’t adjusted, she was still in the proccess of becoming a vampire.
"Blain told me you would be here, you’re almost there, dear Constance." He finnaly came out of the shadows. Adon did not look like dracula, or another vampire. He had a full set of dark brown hair. Though he was one of the oldest in his tribe, Adon looked about 25. His eyes looked like tar spallatered everywhere, or as is each little part of the pupil wanted to go its own way. His skin was as white as snow.
"Master Adon, what shall I have to do now to become, fully completed?" Asked Contance. She trembled with fear.
"Oh my, dear. Repeat to me what you have done already." Constance was shaking. She knew the Master could snap at any time and break her tweasly half-human neck like a tooth pick.
"Well, umm Master Adon. I have only hunted down 1 human, and umm killed him." She shook.
" This, young man, what was his name? Tis’ you track down his family and personal life?"
"Yes, Master. His name was, was William Johnson. He did have a wife, and a daughter." She felt a tear fall down her cheek. "He was at the addresse Blain gave me!" She screeched as she began to bawl. Adon ran so fast to her, that he looked as if he was floating. Constance fell to her knees. He held her chin up and looked at her angrily. "Why does Blain WASTE his time hunting for pathetic humans like YOU!" He slapped her. Her cheek stung.
"Im- so sorry, m-m-master." She whispered as she wiped off her cheeks ith the sleeve of her dress.
"Well… To inform you, you only have one more task… and that is to kill a female. You must find her yourself though. Blain must not tell you who you can go to. Tis I who will be watching you, young Constance. Choose wisely, and this time, do not waste one tear on the humans." He kissed her cheek and let go of his fierce grip on her chin. Constance looked at the body of William. She remembered his wife, who he had told her was Mary. His daughter was Elizabeth. She had tricked him inside with money. She had told him she had seen him on the streets begging for change, so Constance told him to come in so she could give him the extra money. The foolish man did, and now he lays on the floor with his neck bitten into. This hadn’t even been where Constance lived. She dragged the body into a closet and cleaned up the blood with some water from the well in the back. She occasionally couldn’t help herself, as bent down and licked the extra blood.
Thank you- Hannah
Oh and I want to be a writer when I grow up, I have been writing my whole life and I am between the ages of 11-13