Walking the night
By Nathaniel Cushman and Rebecca Brucker

The sun filled the once was navy sky gold as an amber as Andrew finished his passage. The wind carried his long gleaming black hair in front of his brilliant indigo eyes, which seemed to bring out his sun stained skin as he gazed into the abstract painting brush stroked my the hand of an artist so vastly loved. This was the life Andrew treasured and never sought to change. Knowing that it was all changeable he felt clear hearted as his breath emptied his lungs the feeling subsided. As Andrews felt a tear fall onto his cheek as he looked down at his attire that only workers would accustom too in the fields he lived on.

Chapter one

A true love story

She felt the icy white snow drift in to her sunny blond hair as she walked amongst the rotting dead corpse that resigned under the earth as she did every night. Same as always she held a prim white rose in her hand and an aged picture of her father in the other. Her dress was black as the night sky but in Marysville Washington the night was black as nothing reviling the stars one by one twinkling in the ibis of dreams. As she stepped carefully up to her dads grave, she cleared the fallen snow as she read “Ron Athlewood, 1902-1978 December 21” it was a year to that date that he died.

Behind her she heard foot step crunching in the snow her face flushed a pasty white as she heard the voice of a man arise from behind her “So sad death. I would never of known of it until I seen the reflection in your face” she whipped a tear from her ghost white skin

He stood firm to the earth as if he wasn’t going to move. He watched as she turned her head. Her blond hair fell in front of her white flushed skin as she looked up at his darkened figurer. Her voice rose from her chapped lips “Do I know you? Never seen you here before you new?” the questions shot out like a bullet she found she couldn’t control it.

He smiled looking at this figure couched over a grave asking questions randomly. He knows that he shouldn’t have talked to her so fast but he was thirsty and she was food it didn’t make any difference to him. “No you don’t now me and maybe that’s a good thing to know now” he smiled and walked in to the light reviling his long jet black hair and ice blue eyes. His blacken attire was out of place in the white scenery be hind him.

She cocked her head and noted the smile and the fang that hung out of his mouth ever so slightly. “So your one of them now?” she know of vampires because of her family past was filled of them.

- Continued-
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