Your Personal Bully
Planetoid
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- May 25, 2009
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It was nearing midnight when the vampire huntress reached her destination. It was a chilly night, the moon hung low in the starry night sky. A simple minded person would have found this setting perfect for a romantic picnic, or a late night stroll with a lover. Rosalinda, on the other hand, stood stock still beneath a Weeping Willow, surveying her surroundings.
There was a building near by that her fellow vampire hunters had ventured into. Some had returned, others were never seen again. Rosalinda could only guess what had happened to them. It made her blood boil; she had grown up with those people. She was not about to let some filthy creature go unpunished.
Long red hair tied back into a pony tail, and clad in long, black robes to help herself blend in with the night, Rosalinda checked her gear. Her weapons of choice were her brains, stealth, and several swords and knives hidden amongst her clothing.
Driven by rage, with plans of revenge, Rosalinda slipped inside fearlessly. Now, if I were this vampire, where would my coffin be?
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It was nearing midnight when the vampire huntress reached her destination. It was a chilly night, the moon hung low in the starry night sky. A simple minded person would have found this setting perfect for a romantic picnic, or a late night stroll with a lover. Rosalinda, on the other hand, stood stock still beneath a Weeping Willow, surveying her surroundings.
There was a building near by that her fellow vampire hunters had ventured into. Some had returned, others were never seen again. Rosalinda could only guess what had happened to them. It made her blood boil; she had grown up with those people. She was not about to let some filthy creature go unpunished.
Long red hair tied back into a pony tail, and clad in long, black robes to help herself blend in with the night, Rosalinda checked her gear. Her weapons of choice were her brains, stealth, and several swords and knives hidden amongst her clothing.
Driven by rage, with plans of revenge, Rosalinda slipped inside fearlessly. Now, if I were this vampire, where would my coffin be?