midnitesurvivor

This was it. This was the beginning. The pale boy was sitting cross legged on his luxurious king sized bed when he heard the news. “Your highness, if I may, the squads have returned, they have brought hostages; I came to inform you just as instructed.” “Thank you.” Death the Kid, Prince of the Vampire race, rose from his bed. Today was the day he would finally prove his worth to his father. He had waited months for this moment, year’s maybe. He was going to kill his first Witch. Once he proved to his father, that he was worthy, his honourable father would place him next in line, instead of his despicable, di

Crona gasped as darkness choked him. He could feel them, their rough hands, so hard on his weak body. “They have come! The vampires have come!” He could hear the screams of his people. His mother was there, his brother too. The entire Witch clan felt like family, and now, they were dying. All he could see was darkness; he had been kidnapped and bound. He could feel the fabric of a blindfold covering his eyes, tied tightly around his head. He was being held upside-down, by a tall man. He was strong, and lean. The man was a Vampire. They had come during the night, Crona had been asleep. None of the Witches on campus were prep