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- Jul 11, 2019
Long ago the land was torn in two, humans on one side and vampires on the other, the king of the vampires held the Name Dracula, he was a cruel king who convinced his people that humans were beneath them and deserved to be treated like cattle, but the kings son was a kind soul and saw through his fathers hatred to see that humans were not just-food. Anastasia was a beautiful, kind girl with a hidden past, her parents Lilly and Thomas Winchester found her when she was only 11.
After several years with them, she grew into a beautiful young woman of 25. Morning came and she woke at sunrise, she went about her duties. She fed the Animals, gathered eggs from the hens, and salted meats from storage. She made her parents breakfast then went about her daily chores after several hours passed she looked to the setting sun not realizing how quickly dusk came upon the land. She was walking past a thick layer of thorn bushes with a clearing on the other side.
Now Ana lived on the border of Vampire territory and went for a walk, she passed the thicket of thorn bushes and heard a commotion coming from the clearing, any normal person would walk away without a second thought, but her curiosity
outweighed her fear, so she went against her better judgment to investigate the sounds of the struggle so she crawled through an opening between two of the bushes leaving small cuts from the thorns. She was in awe of what she saw and hid.
She watched a vampire running from three of his own. Ana had a few abilities, being an empath she could sense energies and feel the hearts and emotions of others, and what she sensed in the three that were on the princes heels, was hatred and darkness, but from the one that ran she sensed kindness, she wanted to help but a human against three vampires was a death sentence. She watched the kind one who she didn't know was the prince fight off his attackers he killed two, but the third plunged a stake through his shoulder causing him to pass out, thinking the job was done the third ran off as the prince's blood speckled the leaves and soaked into earth, the crimson drops that stained the leaves sparkled against the soft dim glow of the full moon.
Ana waited a few moments looking left, then right making sure the enemy had gone before standing up and running to the fallen prince, she saw how grave his injuries were and walked up to him, as gently as she could she pulled out the stake and against her better judgment she pulled the stake from his shoulder and dragged him home with his blade in it's sheath and hung by a strap around her lithe cream-colored flesh, her ice-blue eyes filled with pity for him, once they arrived she lay him in her bed and removed the splinters, she knew she smelled garlic on the blade and knew his healing would be slowed significantly "they really wanted you dead didn't they...I'm glad you're not dead" she whispered to no one in particular. She looked him over and brushed a strand of long black hair behind his ear. He was handsome, painfully, he looked like an Adonis that was meticulously, carefully carved from marble. Ana retrieved a needle a moving it across the fire and sterilized it in the flame of a candle, she sewed up his wound and wrapped it in clean bandages. All she could do now was wait and hope that his injuries weren't too severe. She sat down on a bed beside her own, it was only separated by a small side table, after she placed his blade underneath the bed she watched over him and fell asleep against the headboard.
Anastasia
After several years with them, she grew into a beautiful young woman of 25. Morning came and she woke at sunrise, she went about her duties. She fed the Animals, gathered eggs from the hens, and salted meats from storage. She made her parents breakfast then went about her daily chores after several hours passed she looked to the setting sun not realizing how quickly dusk came upon the land. She was walking past a thick layer of thorn bushes with a clearing on the other side.
Now Ana lived on the border of Vampire territory and went for a walk, she passed the thicket of thorn bushes and heard a commotion coming from the clearing, any normal person would walk away without a second thought, but her curiosity
outweighed her fear, so she went against her better judgment to investigate the sounds of the struggle so she crawled through an opening between two of the bushes leaving small cuts from the thorns. She was in awe of what she saw and hid.
She watched a vampire running from three of his own. Ana had a few abilities, being an empath she could sense energies and feel the hearts and emotions of others, and what she sensed in the three that were on the princes heels, was hatred and darkness, but from the one that ran she sensed kindness, she wanted to help but a human against three vampires was a death sentence. She watched the kind one who she didn't know was the prince fight off his attackers he killed two, but the third plunged a stake through his shoulder causing him to pass out, thinking the job was done the third ran off as the prince's blood speckled the leaves and soaked into earth, the crimson drops that stained the leaves sparkled against the soft dim glow of the full moon.
Ana waited a few moments looking left, then right making sure the enemy had gone before standing up and running to the fallen prince, she saw how grave his injuries were and walked up to him, as gently as she could she pulled out the stake and against her better judgment she pulled the stake from his shoulder and dragged him home with his blade in it's sheath and hung by a strap around her lithe cream-colored flesh, her ice-blue eyes filled with pity for him, once they arrived she lay him in her bed and removed the splinters, she knew she smelled garlic on the blade and knew his healing would be slowed significantly "they really wanted you dead didn't they...I'm glad you're not dead" she whispered to no one in particular. She looked him over and brushed a strand of long black hair behind his ear. He was handsome, painfully, he looked like an Adonis that was meticulously, carefully carved from marble. Ana retrieved a needle a moving it across the fire and sterilized it in the flame of a candle, she sewed up his wound and wrapped it in clean bandages. All she could do now was wait and hope that his injuries weren't too severe. She sat down on a bed beside her own, it was only separated by a small side table, after she placed his blade underneath the bed she watched over him and fell asleep against the headboard.
Anastasia