Post by Max on May 20, 2012 11:51:17 GMT -5
The last thing Arra remebered was staring up at Larten, dying. They had just won the War of the Scars. Kurda had betrayed her and all the other vampires of Vampire Mountain. She wanted him dead, she wanted revenge.
Arra was known for her hard head and her tough mind. She was the most beautiful vampire known, but she still had her fair share of scars. Once she was alive again the first thing she wanted was Kurda's head.
She woke up laying on a bench surrounded by magnificent green trees. Arra was sat up confused. A man with dark gray hair walked up to her.
"You're not from around here are you?" He asked.
Arra's eyes narrowed.
"I mean its not every day you find a girl dressed as yourself."
Arra looked at her old torn clothes. She spoke with sas, "It's not everyday you wake up on a bench with a strange old man watching you." Arra smirked. "And I am not a little girl."
He frowned. "Well Im not an old man."
Arra rolled her eyes. "Where am I exactly?" She asked.
"Central Park." He said. "I'm Henri, and you are?" Henri asked.
"Not important." Arra said walking away from Henri.
"I could help you, you know." Henri said to the back of Arra.
Arra turned to look at Henri. "What makes you think you could help me, old man?" She asked her eyes glued to Henri.
"I work at an Institute nearby. We take care of lost people. I have a feeling you'd fit in." Henri said.
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Arra asked. "Im sorry but your Institute sounds like an insane asylum." She turned and ran at a fast pace, flitting away.
Arra was known for her hard head and her tough mind. She was the most beautiful vampire known, but she still had her fair share of scars. Once she was alive again the first thing she wanted was Kurda's head.
She woke up laying on a bench surrounded by magnificent green trees. Arra was sat up confused. A man with dark gray hair walked up to her.
"You're not from around here are you?" He asked.
Arra's eyes narrowed.
"I mean its not every day you find a girl dressed as yourself."
Arra looked at her old torn clothes. She spoke with sas, "It's not everyday you wake up on a bench with a strange old man watching you." Arra smirked. "And I am not a little girl."
He frowned. "Well Im not an old man."
Arra rolled her eyes. "Where am I exactly?" She asked.
"Central Park." He said. "I'm Henri, and you are?" Henri asked.
"Not important." Arra said walking away from Henri.
"I could help you, you know." Henri said to the back of Arra.
Arra turned to look at Henri. "What makes you think you could help me, old man?" She asked her eyes glued to Henri.
"I work at an Institute nearby. We take care of lost people. I have a feeling you'd fit in." Henri said.
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Arra asked. "Im sorry but your Institute sounds like an insane asylum." She turned and ran at a fast pace, flitting away.