Post by lell on Apr 1, 2008 2:37:51 GMT 1
A vampire walked down the dark streets after a girl. The vampire’s pace began to quicken. The girl moved fast though. Her dark brown hair swayed as she turned a corner. The vampire was close behind. Just as the vampire turned the corner the girl dropped from the street lamp she was hanging onto, dusting the vampire by cutting of his head with the retractable knives in her boots. It was Buri.
Buri walked down the road. She headed toward the club. She could tell were it was by the load music that played. Buri was in one of her evil moods. Not I’m going to murder everyone around me evil, but still evil. Buri was slipping, every day she went a little farther from being good, and every time she killed someone she went even farther. No good can come of an evil and insane ex-army soldier.
As Buri entered the club she looked around her. All the people seemed to be wearing poor excuses for clothing, at least the women. Buri herself was wearing combat boots, the ones that the blades came from. She also had on black jeans and a red corset top with a black trench coat over that. Buri looked quite a lot like a vampire with the thick black eye makeup and her long black nails. Normally Buri wouldn’t dress like that but ever since she woke from her coma her tastes had been changing, as had her personality.
Buri sat down at the bar. She most certainly wasn’t going to go dance like the idiots who were. Buri smiled as she watched them. She had a knife in her hands and was flipping it over and over. Buri then cut herself across the top of her hand and embraced the sharp pain.
Buri walked down the road. She headed toward the club. She could tell were it was by the load music that played. Buri was in one of her evil moods. Not I’m going to murder everyone around me evil, but still evil. Buri was slipping, every day she went a little farther from being good, and every time she killed someone she went even farther. No good can come of an evil and insane ex-army soldier.
As Buri entered the club she looked around her. All the people seemed to be wearing poor excuses for clothing, at least the women. Buri herself was wearing combat boots, the ones that the blades came from. She also had on black jeans and a red corset top with a black trench coat over that. Buri looked quite a lot like a vampire with the thick black eye makeup and her long black nails. Normally Buri wouldn’t dress like that but ever since she woke from her coma her tastes had been changing, as had her personality.
Buri sat down at the bar. She most certainly wasn’t going to go dance like the idiots who were. Buri smiled as she watched them. She had a knife in her hands and was flipping it over and over. Buri then cut herself across the top of her hand and embraced the sharp pain.