- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, modern, realistic, mystery, horror
(Oh, I forgot to put in my character description that Stormy is 5'6. >.<)
The sky was like it was covered in a thin sheet of ice and snow. Everything was white. If you looked around, you could barely make out what was in front of you. That night had been extra snowy. People had been advised to stay inside. The snow was over ten inches tall, and the snow continued to fall in thick snowflakes. The weather was terrible, you could freeze to death being out there for only twenty minutes.
That didn't matter to Stormy though. She had to get out. It was another one of those times where the feud began between her and her step father, John. That was the night he went too far...
Coming down the stairs, she saw her father in a chair in front of the roaring fireplace, his hands on the armrests with a whine bottle in one hand. Typical. As she reached the bottom, she tried to pass him, when he suddenly stood up, blocking her way. "You're a worthless piece of ----." He spat. There were bags under his eyes, and his cheeks were a bit red and tear stained. She assumed he was having another one of his breakdowns. She looked at him in his watery eyes and replied quietly, "Yes sir." It was then John realized his whine bottle had been dropped onto the floor whenever he stood up.
Glass was broken and dark liquid covered the floor, most likely staining underneath. "----." He said, turning and bending to clean up the glass with his bare hands. You could tell he was out of it. "Look what you did, ---hole. God, why did Lucille ever give birth to you?" Her heart jumped,but only a tiny bit. She was use to this. There were far worse things he could say. She clenched her jaw as he stood up, bending a bit to be level with her. "Why can't you do anything right?.." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "ANSWER ME!" He shouted, making her jump. "I-I'm sorry..." "No you're not. If you were you wouldn't keep doing it." He looked around, his eyes searching until they came to see the fire, flames high and bright. A slight smirk appeared on his lips as he looked back at Storm. Her eyes were semi wide as he spoke, in a kind of happy tone. He chuckled lightly before saying, "You know, its a good thing I won't have to deal with you anymore."
Before she could respond, John grabbed a fistful of her hair, causing her to yelp in pain, prying at his hand. He led her over to the fireplace, but she began fighting him, catching on to his intentions.
To save the horrid details, Stormy made it out the house. She ran out as fast as lightning, glad she was wearing shoes. Only wearing gray skinny jeans, an Aeropostle tee shirt, and black Vans, people called out in concern as they spotted her. But she ignored them, continuing to run as tears ran down her cheeks; she kept running in random directions, going until she couldn't run anymore.
About five slow minutes later, she felt like her lungs were going to collapse. Feeling she needed the break, she walked for another five minutes, looking for a place to go.
Soon her feet began to slow, her body began to shiver. All she could do was hold her arms with her gloveless hands, hoping her temperature would rise.
Later she came across a small alley, and she entered, too tired to keep going. Her breaths were short and choppy, fog appearing in front ofher as she exhaled. She leaned against the corner of the cold wall at the end and fell to her butt, bringing her numb legs to her chest. Her body ached and burned as the snow stabbed her skin like icicles.
As people passed, they thought nothing of her, assuming she was just another homeless pedestrian. Minutes passed as Stormy sat there and cried, her tear stained cheeks being covered in need warm tears. As more minutes passed, her vision blurred as she rested her head against the wall beside her. Her body shook terribly as she watched people pass, paying no attention to her whatsoever.
She closed her eyes calmly, her body relaxing as she went to sleep.
Few minutes passed as a vampire walked down the white sidewalks, enjoying the weather, as it really had no affect on him. The extreme weather did concern him a bit though, or more interested him. As he passed through, he smelled human traces, different from the ones he passed walking past others. It was young blood. He followed his senses until he came to an alley, where he saw a girl leaned against a wall, Stormy.
"Hey!" He called, his hands stuffed in his coat pockets. His voice echoed through the cold alley, where it was not answered. "Ma 'am!" He called again, his eyebrows furrowing. He sighed as he walked down the alley, getting a closer look at her.
Concern arose as he saw how exposed shw was. No jacket, boots, anything. He crouched down, gently touching her shoulder and shaking it. "Hey." No response. He felt her pale cheeks, freezing. Oh no. Her body was now still, but he could hear her heartbeat. It was slow, too slow for a human.
He didn't know her, but he did care for humans and have feelings, so he was compelled to quickly get her to shelter before she froze to death.
He quickly removed his long coat and pulled Stormy off the wall a bit, wrapping her small body in it and picking her up. One arm wrapped around her back and waist while the other hooked under her knees, making her head lay against his chest.
He moved with a purpose, avoiding conversation to quickly reach his car. He laid her in the back as he sped to his house, careful not to wreck or get caught by the police.
He pulled up in the circling driveway in front of his house. It was more like a mansion, due to him having extra space for the family, blood slaves, and maids.
He quickly got her from the back and took her into an extra room; it used to be his sister's. The walls were a dark pink, and purple complemented it. He laid her on the circular fluffy bed after pulling down the covers. She removed her shoes and footsie socks, putting the shoes against the wall. He soon removed everything but her panties and bra, keeping her clothes to put in the washer. He positioned her in the bed with her head on the pillow and her arms by her sides, pulling the covers over her. He layered her in three blankets, along with turning on the mattress' heat. He then looked her over before leaving.
---- 5 hours later ----
Storm awakes hours later with massive pain in her feet, the cold from them hitting the warmth of the bed. Her body is still pretty cold, which makes her start to shiver a bit as her body burns too. She furrows her eyebrows stretching her legs before sitting up slowly, looking around. Where is she?
She immediately notices her clothes are gone, which scares her. What happened? Who did this to her? She knows she's not in her room, hers is smaller and not as... this.
The bed she's in is pink and purple, fluffy and soft. There are little fringes on the sides, makingthe bed look like a giant stuffed animal. She pulls the covers to her chin as she raises her knees to her chest, oberserving the room while trying to remember what happened and how she got here. And where she is.
The sky was like it was covered in a thin sheet of ice and snow. Everything was white. If you looked around, you could barely make out what was in front of you. That night had been extra snowy. People had been advised to stay inside. The snow was over ten inches tall, and the snow continued to fall in thick snowflakes. The weather was terrible, you could freeze to death being out there for only twenty minutes.
That didn't matter to Stormy though. She had to get out. It was another one of those times where the feud began between her and her step father, John. That was the night he went too far...
Coming down the stairs, she saw her father in a chair in front of the roaring fireplace, his hands on the armrests with a whine bottle in one hand. Typical. As she reached the bottom, she tried to pass him, when he suddenly stood up, blocking her way. "You're a worthless piece of ----." He spat. There were bags under his eyes, and his cheeks were a bit red and tear stained. She assumed he was having another one of his breakdowns. She looked at him in his watery eyes and replied quietly, "Yes sir." It was then John realized his whine bottle had been dropped onto the floor whenever he stood up.
Glass was broken and dark liquid covered the floor, most likely staining underneath. "----." He said, turning and bending to clean up the glass with his bare hands. You could tell he was out of it. "Look what you did, ---hole. God, why did Lucille ever give birth to you?" Her heart jumped,but only a tiny bit. She was use to this. There were far worse things he could say. She clenched her jaw as he stood up, bending a bit to be level with her. "Why can't you do anything right?.." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "ANSWER ME!" He shouted, making her jump. "I-I'm sorry..." "No you're not. If you were you wouldn't keep doing it." He looked around, his eyes searching until they came to see the fire, flames high and bright. A slight smirk appeared on his lips as he looked back at Storm. Her eyes were semi wide as he spoke, in a kind of happy tone. He chuckled lightly before saying, "You know, its a good thing I won't have to deal with you anymore."
Before she could respond, John grabbed a fistful of her hair, causing her to yelp in pain, prying at his hand. He led her over to the fireplace, but she began fighting him, catching on to his intentions.
To save the horrid details, Stormy made it out the house. She ran out as fast as lightning, glad she was wearing shoes. Only wearing gray skinny jeans, an Aeropostle tee shirt, and black Vans, people called out in concern as they spotted her. But she ignored them, continuing to run as tears ran down her cheeks; she kept running in random directions, going until she couldn't run anymore.
About five slow minutes later, she felt like her lungs were going to collapse. Feeling she needed the break, she walked for another five minutes, looking for a place to go.
Soon her feet began to slow, her body began to shiver. All she could do was hold her arms with her gloveless hands, hoping her temperature would rise.
Later she came across a small alley, and she entered, too tired to keep going. Her breaths were short and choppy, fog appearing in front ofher as she exhaled. She leaned against the corner of the cold wall at the end and fell to her butt, bringing her numb legs to her chest. Her body ached and burned as the snow stabbed her skin like icicles.
As people passed, they thought nothing of her, assuming she was just another homeless pedestrian. Minutes passed as Stormy sat there and cried, her tear stained cheeks being covered in need warm tears. As more minutes passed, her vision blurred as she rested her head against the wall beside her. Her body shook terribly as she watched people pass, paying no attention to her whatsoever.
She closed her eyes calmly, her body relaxing as she went to sleep.
Few minutes passed as a vampire walked down the white sidewalks, enjoying the weather, as it really had no affect on him. The extreme weather did concern him a bit though, or more interested him. As he passed through, he smelled human traces, different from the ones he passed walking past others. It was young blood. He followed his senses until he came to an alley, where he saw a girl leaned against a wall, Stormy.
"Hey!" He called, his hands stuffed in his coat pockets. His voice echoed through the cold alley, where it was not answered. "Ma 'am!" He called again, his eyebrows furrowing. He sighed as he walked down the alley, getting a closer look at her.
Concern arose as he saw how exposed shw was. No jacket, boots, anything. He crouched down, gently touching her shoulder and shaking it. "Hey." No response. He felt her pale cheeks, freezing. Oh no. Her body was now still, but he could hear her heartbeat. It was slow, too slow for a human.
He didn't know her, but he did care for humans and have feelings, so he was compelled to quickly get her to shelter before she froze to death.
He quickly removed his long coat and pulled Stormy off the wall a bit, wrapping her small body in it and picking her up. One arm wrapped around her back and waist while the other hooked under her knees, making her head lay against his chest.
He moved with a purpose, avoiding conversation to quickly reach his car. He laid her in the back as he sped to his house, careful not to wreck or get caught by the police.
He pulled up in the circling driveway in front of his house. It was more like a mansion, due to him having extra space for the family, blood slaves, and maids.
He quickly got her from the back and took her into an extra room; it used to be his sister's. The walls were a dark pink, and purple complemented it. He laid her on the circular fluffy bed after pulling down the covers. She removed her shoes and footsie socks, putting the shoes against the wall. He soon removed everything but her panties and bra, keeping her clothes to put in the washer. He positioned her in the bed with her head on the pillow and her arms by her sides, pulling the covers over her. He layered her in three blankets, along with turning on the mattress' heat. He then looked her over before leaving.
---- 5 hours later ----
Storm awakes hours later with massive pain in her feet, the cold from them hitting the warmth of the bed. Her body is still pretty cold, which makes her start to shiver a bit as her body burns too. She furrows her eyebrows stretching her legs before sitting up slowly, looking around. Where is she?
She immediately notices her clothes are gone, which scares her. What happened? Who did this to her? She knows she's not in her room, hers is smaller and not as... this.
The bed she's in is pink and purple, fluffy and soft. There are little fringes on the sides, makingthe bed look like a giant stuffed animal. She pulls the covers to her chin as she raises her knees to her chest, oberserving the room while trying to remember what happened and how she got here. And where she is.