A Slayer's Revenge [MelxStRaThEr | Aillairina]
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				Title: <strong>A Slayer's Revenge [MelxStRaThEr | Aillairina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindii</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 01:30:01</strong>
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				--- 5 Years Ago ---<br><br>Emalia Chevalier walked calmly through the small forest that bordered the outskirts of her even smaller village. It was a Sunday a sacred and holy day. Therefore, many of the people in her village took this as a day of rest, to either just relax or get together. Emalia personally loved to talk long walks in the forest, under the canopy of green leaves. The sunlight was just right, and the forest had an almost underwater feeling to it with how the light filtered through the trees.<br><br>It was so peaceful. Almost too peaceful, like the calm before a storm. Emalia walked farther into the forest, humming softly to herself. That was then the putrid smell hit her hard in the face. It smelled like…fire. That couldn’t be right though. Could it?<br><br>Emalia stopped walking and listened hard, thinking she heard something. Nothing but silence met her ears. Then, suddenly, she heard it again and her blood chilled. Screaming. <br><br>“Oh no.” She whispered and started to run through the forest. Her feet hit the ground lightly as she ran, pushing branches out of her way in her haste. The screams that met her ears got louder, and the smell was stronger. Through the trees she saw smoke. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t.<br><br>Emalia reached one of the houses, the door was hanging off the hinges, and right inside the doorway was Mrs. Fisher. Bleeding from her neck. More, precisely from two small holes in her neck.<br><br>Emalia stumbled backwards, away from the horror. The town was silent now, except for the crackling fire. She ran down the street, towards her own home, praying the entire way. God must have been on break that day, because her prayers went unanswered. <br><br>Her mother was outside the house, by the flower bed where she had been working all morning. Emalia looked down at her mother in horror. Her mother was clearly dead. No one in the entire town had been alive. No one except Emalia.<br><br>--- Present ---<br><br>It was the anniversary of her town’s death. Exactly 5 years ago Emalia had lost many people close to her. Exactly 5 years ago she had sworn upon her very soul that she would avenge the death of her family and friends. She had trained rigorously for these past five years. Trained both her mind and her body. Emalia had slowly transformed herself from her carefree 19 year old nature, to a 24 year old experienced slayer.<br><br>She had killed many vampires before now, but today she had finally located the same clan that had killed her town. Her mother. Her neighbors. She located the bloodsuckers that had destroyed her life. <br><br>Having observed them for many nights now, Emalia knew their nightly routines. She knew who among them was the strongest, and she also knew who was the weakest. The beginning of her revenge would be to kidnap and hold hostage the weakest vampire, which happened to be a pretty little female fledgling. <br><br>Tonight was the night that she would nab her. Emalia stood up from her place in the bushes. She stood at around 5 feet 6 inches. She was slender, and well-formed. Emalia had curly brown hair and bright blue eyes that burned with intelligence. She took a deep breathe, holding tightly the syringe which she held tightly in one hand. The needle was long and sharp. All she had to do was inject the young vampire with the needle and she’d be out for a few hours time. It was flawless.<br><br>Emalia leaned against the tree and waited for the vampire. Every night she walked right past here, where she went Emalia didn’t know, nor did she care. Gathering her patience she waited. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slayer's Revenge [MelxStRaThEr | Aillairina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aillairina</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 06:28:18</strong>
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				Daelena slowly stumbled along the narrow path, drunk and dopey from feeding. Her kinsmen had brought back fresh captives that evening, easy victims for a feast, and a celebration. The vampires were celebrating their good fortunes, for as of late they had a steady supply of victims, and not a shred of resistance to their raids. They had all grown complacent in their successes, some even arrogant. Daelena was one such who had grown arrogant.<br><br>She continued farther down the path, unknowingly closing on the location where the hunter awaited her. She giggled as she wandered towards her destination, a small clearing where should could clear her mind. She pauses for a moment, sniffing the air, smelling something human before shaking her head. "No human would be foolish enough to challenge us here..." She remarked to herself, not knowing how wrong she was.<br><br>She stood five feet three inches tall, with pale, porcelain-like skin. Long, flowing red hair the color of blood fell halfway down her back. Her lips were stained red with blood from her recent feeding, matching her crimson hair. Even as she stumbled in her stupor she had an otherworldly dancer's grace to her movements. Her form matched her movements, small and lithe with graceful lines. She was quite compact, like a coiled spring; obviously well toned, but not outrageously so. <br><br>Daelena continued her walk, licking her lips as she strode within a few steps of where the hunter waited. The leaves crunching beneath her feet, as she carelessly stumbled along.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slayer's Revenge [MelxStRaThEr | Aillairina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindii</strong> on <strong>26-05-2008, 22:18:16</strong>
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				Emalia watched as her victim, the bloodsucker, stumbled closer. Her blue eyes were glued to the young vampire, who walked unsteadily yet still graceful, in her stupor from her recent feeding. Emalia saw the blood on her lips and glared from where she remained hidden. Yes, she had just fed. <br><br>Then Emalia saw the vampire catch her scent and speak to herself. Smirking at her, Emalia thought, <em>That’s right. Keep telling yourself that.</em><br><br>Emalia watched her as she stumbled closer. This vampire was beautiful, and Emalia had to remind herself that the fledgling was a killer. She lived to kill innocent people. Still, the vampire was very beautiful.<br><br>The vampire was also slightly noisy as she stumbled right by where Emalia was hidden. Emalia shrunk into the shadows and watched her then soundlessly stepped out into the path right behind her. <br><br>“You were wrong, gorgeous. I dared to come here and challenge you. And your kidnapping is only the beginning.” Emalia whispered, right into the vampire’s ear, as she grabbed her from behind and put a hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t be able to yell for help. Then, within the next second, she took the needle and injected it into the vampire’s arm, before she had time to really react. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slayer's Revenge [MelxStRaThEr | Aillairina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aillairina</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 04:10:13</strong>
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				Daelena hissed as the needle entered her arm. She reacted quickly, spinning around and turning on the hunter like a rabid animal. She bared her fangs, the silvery moonlight glinting off of them. She threw a punch at the hunter with the empty needle still in her arm. She missed badly as her movements quickly begin to lose their graceful fluidity and her eyes glazed over. "Ahh, a hunter, I will desh... deshtroy you..." <br><br>She dropped to one knee; struggling as the drug coarsed through her veins. Each second delivered more and more of the toxin, shutting down her mind. She stumbled to her feet once more, and unleashed a sloppy, easily avoided uppercut before stumbling and falling to her knees. "Ahhh, what is this... this treachery human..." She hissed, her speech slurring and becoming disjointed. "I will... heart... out... liver... feed.." <br><br>She looked up at the hunter, her eyes losing their unearthly violet glow with a look of anguish on her face. She finally collapsed into the dirt. A hand reached out and grasped at the hunter's ankle for a moment, before loosening its grasp as her body went limp.<br><br>Peace finally returned for a moment; the crickets churping in the background, and the noises of the night animals becoming the only sounds. The moonlight shining through the trees on the prone form of the young vampire, illuminating the leather she wore, and contrasting it with her crimson hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Slayer's Revenge [MelxStRaThEr | Aillairina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mindii</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 04:47:39</strong>
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				Emalia was unfazed by the vampire’s sharp fangs as the moonlight seemed to sparkle off them, they were as sharp as the needle that was stuck in the creature’s arm. All Emalia had to do to avoid the punch was take a half a step backwards. The injection worked as it was promised to work. Quickly and efficiently. Just as planned.<br><br>Even as the vampire spoke empty threats to her, it was a little sad seeing the creature continuously struggle to attack her when it was completely hopeless.<br><br>Emalia just stood there, basically just waiting for the drug to take full effect, and finally the vampire fell to the ground. She went limp after managing to grab onto Emalia’s ankle. As soon as it had begun the struggle was over. She looked down at the small vampire, just watching her for a moment’s time. After a minute, when she hadn’t moved, Emalia sighed.<br><br>“Time to go.” She whispered softly, the words falling on empty ears.<br><br>She gently stepped away from the vampire’s loose hold on her ankle. She bent down and plucked the needle from her arm and easily picked her up, holding her with both arms. It was a good thing that she had a horse not too far from here. The vampire was light, but Emalia wouldn’t have been able to carry her all the way back to her home. Walking back to her horse though, she encountered no vampires except for the one in her arms. <br><br>Looking down at her as she rode back to her huge cottage, after they were already on the horse and the vampire securely in her lap, she again marveled at how utterly serene and beautiful the vampire was. Then, of course, she remembered the threats she had listened to earlier. And the blood still lingered on her lips. She grimaced. This little thing was as lethal as a rattlesnake. <br><br>---<br><br>Soon enough Emalia reached the cottage. It was big, had many rooms, and more people then just her lived there. Many of the slayers in the area took up residence there. They had built it as a shelter from the vampires and a place where they could all gather and plan attacks.<br><br>Emalia tied the horse up, gathered the young fledgling in her arms, and walked into the cottage.<br><br>“Emalia! Where were you- Christ! Is that a vampire?”<br><br>Emalia glanced over at Thomas and Jillian, who were in the living room, talking. They looked at her in shock.<br><br>“Yes, I believe it is.” She replied simply.<br><br>“Are you crazy, bringing it here?” Jillian asked sharply, standing up.<br><br>Emalia looked back at Jillian. “I took her hostage.”<br><br>“Hostage!?”<br><br>“Yes. No one is to harm her. Understood?”<br><br>“But-” Thomas tried to argue.<br><br>“I said, no one is to harm her. Don’t even mention her to the others. Got it?” Emalia looked dead serious now.<br><br>Both Thomas and Jillian nodded. Emalia held some bit of power over the rest of them, she was like a leader to them all, and even though she didn’t have more years of experience then most of them she was more skilled then they were by far.<br><br>On that happy note, Emalia left the room. She carried the young vampire to one of the back, spare, rooms in the house. Gently she laid her on a bed, looking at her for a moment before sighing. After she found some rope, rope that she knew would hold the vampire, she tied her wrists down to the bed, but thought to leave her legs untied. She had her wrists far enough away from her so that she knew she wouldn’t be able to bite the rope off. After that she checked the curtains to make sure that they were completely shut, so that if the sun were to rise, the vampire wouldn’t be burned alive.<br><br>Then, because she was quite hungry, Emalia left the room and went into the kitchen to get an apple. It would be some time before the fledgling woke up.
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