Hardin laid spread out eagle-like on the warm summer grass, the white ball hanging far in space casting its glooming white light over everything. He was bleeding out, bidding his time and waiting for the inevitable.
Just in front of him, he sees the girl he devoted his soul to tackling some other creatures like her with blinding speed, all preventing her from getting towards him, so she wouldn't save him.
So he could die. Will die.
Hardin faced up, everything going by very slowly and as a blur. Sound began to fade as he laid in a pool of his own blood, a smile across his naive teenage face. Yes he had no regrets. Turning he sees her again. Her brilliant black raven hair tainted with the moonlight making it glow mystically. Her angelic face is white and smooth like a perfectly carved marble masterpiece. He wished to hold her again. One last time before he leaves this world.
Yes, he had no regrets. He had been loved by an angel. He had lived.
As his eyes shut slowly, an unfamiliar glimmer of hope and power shot through out his body like an over dose of adrenaline when he had a bone wrecking howl from the woods where he laid.
Perhaps... They might be hope for them still...
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The midnight saga
VampireHardin is a timid, antisocial, teenager whom upon turning sixteen makes a birthday wish for his life to turn from ordinary to extraordinary. He gets his wish granted when an extremely gorgeous girl gets transferred to his school. Laurel is everythin...
