Post by †Arisen† on Nov 10, 2008 21:50:42 GMT -6
She could never remember feeling depressed or remorse for how she was. She loved being a vampire. It didn't bother her. She got along with everyone. From werewolves to humand, they loved.
Then again, she didn't look much older than 15 with an angel's face.
Her curly blonde hair was never in her face, but held back by a ponytail. She never wore a jacket that conceled her form, but a geen T-shirt with Gir from Invader Zim on it. Her pants were big and baggy and she had hiking boots on all the time.
She could never remember hating it. She loved her life. After all, her name was Hope.
Unlike her kind, Hope never hating being turned into a vampire, she didn't care if she was different or an outcast. She liked it. She liked differences.
That was why she had come to Crimson Moon, the ageless vampire city. She liked old, antique things, and here she could find anything of the sort.
She spent her first day moving into a small apartment, where the couch was built into the floor and it had its own tower. Her walls were decorated with micellanious posters and pictures she'd collected over the years.
She'd decided to go into town the next day, and explore. She wore her standard Gir shirt and baggy jeans, her hair pulled out of her face with a black ribbon. After locking her apartment door, she headed outside.
For a moment, she remembered the other vampires she'd met making fun of her for how she acted, singing 'Hope, the friendly vampire' to the tune of Casper.
"Thats why I came here," She muttered, "Thats why I escaped here. Surely I can find someone who doesn't mind being a vampire here...."
Suddenly she was slammed forward from behind by some fledglings, about her age, as they ran past and laughing.
"Well, they're still as bad as human boys," She sighed and sat up cross legged on the sidewalk. Her nose felt broken, but it wasn't bleeding, which was good. She rubbed in and sighed, "Only here a day and I get hurt! The human luck still hasn't worn off!" She whined, rubbing the back of her head.
Then again, she didn't look much older than 15 with an angel's face.
Her curly blonde hair was never in her face, but held back by a ponytail. She never wore a jacket that conceled her form, but a geen T-shirt with Gir from Invader Zim on it. Her pants were big and baggy and she had hiking boots on all the time.
She could never remember hating it. She loved her life. After all, her name was Hope.
Unlike her kind, Hope never hating being turned into a vampire, she didn't care if she was different or an outcast. She liked it. She liked differences.
That was why she had come to Crimson Moon, the ageless vampire city. She liked old, antique things, and here she could find anything of the sort.
She spent her first day moving into a small apartment, where the couch was built into the floor and it had its own tower. Her walls were decorated with micellanious posters and pictures she'd collected over the years.
She'd decided to go into town the next day, and explore. She wore her standard Gir shirt and baggy jeans, her hair pulled out of her face with a black ribbon. After locking her apartment door, she headed outside.
For a moment, she remembered the other vampires she'd met making fun of her for how she acted, singing 'Hope, the friendly vampire' to the tune of Casper.
"Thats why I came here," She muttered, "Thats why I escaped here. Surely I can find someone who doesn't mind being a vampire here...."
Suddenly she was slammed forward from behind by some fledglings, about her age, as they ran past and laughing.
"Well, they're still as bad as human boys," She sighed and sat up cross legged on the sidewalk. Her nose felt broken, but it wasn't bleeding, which was good. She rubbed in and sighed, "Only here a day and I get hurt! The human luck still hasn't worn off!" She whined, rubbing the back of her head.