OoC:just a warning, this is kind of gory, with the whole neck biting and all that, also a bit scary, i got kind of nervous and looked around a few times when i was typing this. well it was 1:30 at night. just a friendly warning for younger viewers! without further ado(spl?) i give chapter 1 so enjoy!!! I am using Louis for this fic, link is in sig! i messed up on the title. the offical title is " Pact of the Corrupt"

BiC:Chapter 1

The wind blew slightly over the trees and made the dry leaves swirl as the guard patrolled down the dark cobble stone street. The guard carried a lamp stick used to light the lamps on the street and he was thankful to have it. Nettle Ville was a scary place at night. The only sound was the crunch of the dead leaves under his feet and his nervous whistle. As he reached up to light a street lamp, a dark shadowy figure slid past him from behind. The guard turned around swiftly and swung the lamp into the darkness. Nothing. He picked up the pace and his whistle was fast paced and rushed. He reached the next lamp and was about to light it when his candle suddenly went out in a gust of wind. Smoke rose like hungry snakes into the darkness and the red glow from the candle wick faded out. He spun as he heard a crash from an alley and he drew his short sword. He was shaking slightly now and sweat was dripping down his forehead.

“BY THE ORDER OF THE GUARD, COME OUT!” he warned timidly. He jumped but then sighed as a white cat sauntered out of the alleyway. Covered in a cold sweat and shaking slightly, he turned to continue to the last lamp. He had some matches and would have to light it by hand. He looked down in his pouch and pulled out a small box of matches and looked up. His heart went into his throat as he saw a dark cloaked figure silhouetted in the moonlit street. He looked down and stroked a match and a small hiss emitted from the stick as it ignited. He started sweating and shaking again as he saw the moonlit street empty. He dropped the match and the flame was snuffed out. The guard looked around and broke into a full run with his sword drawn in one hand and his matches in the other. His wide eyes looked from side to side, wondering what the thing could be. He bolted past the lamp, heading for a safe place, the guard house. He had it in his sights now and nothing seemed to be following him. He slowed down to a fast walk when he dropped his match box. He cursed under his breath and bent down to pick up his matches. Matches were expensive in Nettle Ville and Bellgate was too far away. He bent up and turned toward the guard house. His eyes went wide and tears cane from his eyes and sort of a half whimper half cry came from his lips. He tried to scream but his voice wasn’t working as the dark cloaked figure advanced slowly toward him. Just as the guard drew his sword, the cloaked figure lunged at him, slamming into him, knocking the air out of him. He still managed to let out a blood curdling scream as the cloaked figure grasped him and jumped with incredible height and speed to the top of a building. His sword clanged on the cold cobble stone street and a soft thump as they landed on a sturdy shingled rooftop. The cloaked figure threw back his hood and pulld down his face covering to reveal what looked like a 19 year old boy with deathly pale skin, black hair and Vampiric teeth. He had a beautiful face, besides the fact of the skin and teeth Glowing red eyes met the wide bloodshot eyes of the guard and a hiss came from the vampire as he plunged his teeth into the guard’s neck. All the guard could get out was a small “ugh” sound as the teeth sank into his jugular. Louis wiped the blood from his mouth and heaved the body onto his shoulder.

“Now to take care of the body” he said and threw his hood on as he leapt toward the forest.

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