Sweet Crimson Memories (R)

[ZeldaWolfy]

A girl,about the age of seventeen stood along a flat rock. Beside her was a long blade,dug deep into the ground along with many marks of tribal beings placed along it. It was also stained with blood that dried from centuries ago. Her eyes traveled down to her hand,seeing shadows slowly form around the pale skin. They stretched out,coming into a 3D form,being seen as a hand on top of hers. She let a killer smirk come across her face. Her face.. It was cloaked with shadows from her brown hood. Her body.. Was perfect,just perfect. She had long legs,converses attached to the bottom of them. Her hands arms were hidden slightly under a jacket sleeve. But,one thing did show.. Her crimson eyes. They stared at you like your death was right before you. Right then and there,your mind would play that old trick on you as images of your family and life zipped right by! You would feel that dagger stab your heart,and make you collapse! But,no. You still stood there,your mind just making you think that.

The girl leaped off the rock,her body turning around. If you were to look through this female's eyes.. You would see just a burnt down native village. It had blood plastered over the old cloths,and broken axes about everywhere. But,no,she didn't frown. Nope,she didn't even shed a single tear. Her face grew a even bigger grin as her own mind played tricks with her. They weren't bad tricks.. No,not to her. She could see the scene unfold. Bunches of native americans,running around and around. Children,being sliced into bits. This.. This was her dream. But,she didn't just imagine it. No,she was there. She is older then she looks,much,much older. She was there,yes,chopping the heads off of those native americans one by one. She even got hold of a gun,shooting them in the heads at the time.

Oh,but this wasn't just for the hell of it,no,she wanted something. No,not want.. She had this lust. A lust for war.. A lust for tears.. A lust for sorrow.. A blood lust. Her mouth expanded as she let out a slight laugh at the remains. "Pathetic. They couldn't even defend they're own against us. And to think they enjoyed nature. Ha!" She spoke in a sweet voice but,it had that demonic touch.. It had an echo that seemed to go forever in ones ear. She kicked one of the broken axes's before chuckling one last time. She wanted a real fight.. A real reason to use her full powers. She hated those.. Those mortals. Maybe one day.. She always said that. It's been millenniums! Will she ever find a worthy one? One that will contain tender blood.. One that controls.. One that has a power.. One that she can call mighty,or strong. But,no. Never has she found one.. Never.