Tatooine was a harsh desert planet. The sand would get everywhere, regardless of how much protection you wore. A Sandstorm was brewing in the west and was moving ever so closer. Even from the city could hear the roar of the winds moving, the ground vibration that was caused by how large the storm was. It could last a few hours, to possibly a month. Yet, a boy walked alone. His lower face covered with cloth, and his ever so red eyes looking out wards. He knew only one emotion, I knew only one emotion.
Pain
I had know of it since birth. My parents, The gods bless their souls, hated me for who I was. A vampire, a person that drained the life from a person to survive. Sticking out like a sore thumb, I had my left arm covered in a sleeve, including my hand. However, my left was like a tank top. Cut off at the shoulder, just where my deltoid muscle would show of my blood red tattoo. As a child with tats and piercings on my left ear, I was not someone most people would like. Having no weapons on me, not even a book bag, I carried only twenty credits in my pocket. For a child that was alot. Stolen they may be, taken from victims of mine. Each of them now lay somewhere without their life, a cold husk of their former selves. And even with that, I felt as though I had absorbed their souls into myself, hearing their screams from my fury and frenzy of power and strength. Taking my time I walked into a bar, Even though I was only 14, I could somehow pass the guise of others there. Looking older than I really was. I sat up on the bar and the waiter walked over to me, and set a drink down. I asked for water and was given what I seek.
I had taken only a few seconds to drink my water and wet my lips. Being on this desert planet was dry, and even though I needed souls to sustain my life, I also needed water to keep my body healthy. I started to get up when a burly man walked over, Donned in brown over cloak that most likely hid armor that was beneath, he grabbed my shoulder and slammed me against the wall. "What is a Child doing in the bar?" I guess my luck had ran out. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson that your parents couldn't? How about that laddie?" I shook my head and let my hands open slightly. Looking at the man's blue eyes, did he see my red ones. Knowing something was different about me, he let me drop.
I let my hands out to my sides and watched as the man's expression change from confusion, to fear filled with with wonder. His aura around him showed that he had became angry the next second. "Fething Freak!" He grabbed my arms and pinned my body to the wall once more. and before he could slam me, I had twisted my arms from his grasp. and before he even realised what had happened, my claws had elongated to their fullest extent and sliced open his Adam's apple.
He griped at his neck moaning as he could not form real words by my slashing of his voice box. His hands covered in blood, only made my lust grow. I had jumped on him and already had pulled my face cover off and sank my teeth into his neck. licking up all of the energy of life that he had. That was when I heard screaming, and yelling. Another man had came up to me and with the butt of his rifle slammed my head.Ears ringing, vision blurring, sounds messed up, but the pain stayed the same. I could feel myself being dragged up and thrown out of the bar. Dust flying into my mouth to soak up some of the blood that was on me. I coughed when I looked up to the door to see five men standing. And without a single word, then began to beat me.
@[member="Sasha Wade"]
Pain
I had know of it since birth. My parents, The gods bless their souls, hated me for who I was. A vampire, a person that drained the life from a person to survive. Sticking out like a sore thumb, I had my left arm covered in a sleeve, including my hand. However, my left was like a tank top. Cut off at the shoulder, just where my deltoid muscle would show of my blood red tattoo. As a child with tats and piercings on my left ear, I was not someone most people would like. Having no weapons on me, not even a book bag, I carried only twenty credits in my pocket. For a child that was alot. Stolen they may be, taken from victims of mine. Each of them now lay somewhere without their life, a cold husk of their former selves. And even with that, I felt as though I had absorbed their souls into myself, hearing their screams from my fury and frenzy of power and strength. Taking my time I walked into a bar, Even though I was only 14, I could somehow pass the guise of others there. Looking older than I really was. I sat up on the bar and the waiter walked over to me, and set a drink down. I asked for water and was given what I seek.
I had taken only a few seconds to drink my water and wet my lips. Being on this desert planet was dry, and even though I needed souls to sustain my life, I also needed water to keep my body healthy. I started to get up when a burly man walked over, Donned in brown over cloak that most likely hid armor that was beneath, he grabbed my shoulder and slammed me against the wall. "What is a Child doing in the bar?" I guess my luck had ran out. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson that your parents couldn't? How about that laddie?" I shook my head and let my hands open slightly. Looking at the man's blue eyes, did he see my red ones. Knowing something was different about me, he let me drop.
I let my hands out to my sides and watched as the man's expression change from confusion, to fear filled with with wonder. His aura around him showed that he had became angry the next second. "Fething Freak!" He grabbed my arms and pinned my body to the wall once more. and before he could slam me, I had twisted my arms from his grasp. and before he even realised what had happened, my claws had elongated to their fullest extent and sliced open his Adam's apple.
He griped at his neck moaning as he could not form real words by my slashing of his voice box. His hands covered in blood, only made my lust grow. I had jumped on him and already had pulled my face cover off and sank my teeth into his neck. licking up all of the energy of life that he had. That was when I heard screaming, and yelling. Another man had came up to me and with the butt of his rifle slammed my head.Ears ringing, vision blurring, sounds messed up, but the pain stayed the same. I could feel myself being dragged up and thrown out of the bar. Dust flying into my mouth to soak up some of the blood that was on me. I coughed when I looked up to the door to see five men standing. And without a single word, then began to beat me.
@[member="Sasha Wade"]