Kristykimmy

Like a breath of fresh air did you enter my life, an unseen moment that cannot be missed. The entire flow of the world changes suddenly, becoming brighter and more wholesome, when it happens. It doesn't matter how or from where it came; the only thing that matters is that it came. How you came into my life is now one of those memories lost to time. All I know is one day you were there when once I knew you had not been. I struggle to remember the times when you were not there, a time before I knew of you. Such a thing seems laughable. I can remember that time, but your presence in my life is such that there is a very real disconnect in the em

It was Christmas Day. I checked my phone and found that it was well over an hour into the morning of Christmas Day. I felt a weary smile on my lips at that realization. It was a good Christmas present, all things considered, the best I'd probably ever received, the knowledge that no one else would die. We made our way back to the others, and they met us halfway. For the first time since it had actually been inflicted, I was aware of the pain from the wound on my shoulder. I looked over at it, the shirt was ruined, but the wounds weren't deep. I might even get away without a noticeable scar if I was lucky. The others were in similar or better

Restocked and reloaded, I was ready to hunt some more vampires. Not just any vampires this time, but the vampire council we had been warned about by Zylaa, who was now sporting one of my stakes and obviously going to be far easier to pick off if we got to her soon. Even if she ripped it out, it would still take a feeding and a rest before the wound would heal and allow her to return to her former state of immortality. For the moment, we had two full strength vampires and one half strength vampire to deal with. We heard footsteps running from behind us and turned to look. It was Icon. He joined us and gave a mock salute to Alfred. “Mos

I ran through the dust, leaping over rubble and dodging around flailing vampires who were half blinded with pain, in a single-minded pursuit of my target. Ahead of me, running almost blindly through the massive basement of the Archives in Memory Lane was the one vampire I had come there specifically that night to kill. “Liou!” I screamed at her, hoping it would get her to stop and to turn so I could take the shot. She kept running, not even slowing or hesitating. I wondered if she could hear me, or if the noise had affected her hearing too, or if the garlic had caused her to be somewhat deaf. Perhaps it was my mask, muffling my

“What time is it?” Cassie asked, her voice muffled by the mask over her face. I lifted my eyes from the comic I was reading to the time displayed above it on my phone. “Almost eleven. The vampires are taking their sweet time. At this rate it'll be morning before they arrive. Although, I suppose that would make it easier for us,” I commented as I tucked my phone into my pocket and got to my feet. I walked over to where Alfred was and leaned over his shoulder and looked at the computer screen. “Still nothing? No seismic activity? Were they playing us and this isn't where they are coming out after all?” 

I laid on the sofa on my stomach, drafting my two weeks notice to the hospital. With any luck, the vampire problem would be ending within the week, so we wouldn't have any more cases of Anemia Epidemic to deal with after that, meaning that the need for me to continue on at the hospital was over. It was a little frustrating to know that my in depth story into the Anemia Epidemic would be full of half truths, as I'd have to withhold the truth of what truly went down in the Community of NTWF. No one would believe our vampire story even if I told it. Alfred and Cassie were sitting in my living room, their chairs pulled up to the table and lookin

After the fight with the vampires Elcie and Yoyti and the ominous threats of Zylaa, none of us lingered on our way back through the tunnels we had come through on our way down earlier that day. Except Alfred, that is. I glanced over my shoulder as we walked, noticing that he had dropped behind and was crouched down on the ground. I couldn't stop as I was half supporting an unconscious Ian along with Icon, so I called over my shoulder. “Alfred, is something wrong?” “No, not at all. Tying up some loose ends. Keep moving; you won't lose me,” he called back. I wished I could see what he was doing, but as the tunnels wer

I arrived at Celestial's place a few minutes before ten in the morning, the time which were all supposed to be assembled by. I rang the doorbell and Celestial opened it. “Come on in. Cassie and Alfred are already here. Icon and Carrie live nearby, so they should be here any time now. Hopefully Shinko will be on time, too.” “She's coming up the street now,” I said, glancing over my shoulder as I walked into the house. Shinko saw the open door and picked up the pace so as not to inconvenience Celestial with waiting. We tapped the snow off our boots on the mat and then walked into her sitting room. She had a pot of cof

Alfred had pushed open the door I'd found that was locked and we looked in. My shocked outcry was the result of the shocking sight on the other side. Ian Wolf-Park was lying on the floor in the room. He was on top of a pile of pillows and blankets; it looked as if someone had tried to make him comfortable. For a moment, I thought my worse fears were confirmed; he was a vampire at rest. “You too, Kristy?” said a voice. I turned to look and saw there was someone else in the room. Tiger was sitting in the corner of the room, her knees pulled up to her chest and looking grim. She was looking at us; despair in her eyes. “'Me t

For the next three nights, we trained hard at Celestial's house. As Celes seemed to naturally take to the sword, she took Shinko under her wing, and I did the same for Pixie, teaching her how to clean wounds, apply bandages, and pack our slaying kits. I hoped Pixie would never need the first two, but if we came back injured, going to the hospital was a last resort. The vampire thing was still no-good with the average member of the public, as who would believe us? We hadn't believed it without proof. Also, should we come in with wounds caused by violent trauma, they would inevitably summon the mods or admins to look into it, ones who might be