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*NOTE* This is NOT completed by any circumstances! My pc needs a bit more memory,so I decided to just post this here. It's a short story that as you can see will probably never ever be finished xD but,at least it's a valid try.

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A girl,about the age of seventeen stood along a flat rock. Beside her was a long blade,dug deep into the ground along with many marks of tribal beings placed along it. It was also stained with blood that dried from centuries ago. Her eyes traveled down to her hand,seeing shadows slowly form around the pale skin. They stretched out,coming into a 3D form,being seen as a hand on top of hers. She let a killer smirk come across her face. Her face.. It was cloaked with shadows from her brown hood. Her body.. Was perfect,just perfect. She had long legs,converses attached to the bottom of them. Her hands arms were hidden slightly under a jacket sleeve. But,one thing did show.. Her crimson eyes. They stared at you like your death was right before you. Right then and there,your mind would play that old trick on you as images of your family and life zipped right by! You would feel that dagger stab your heart,and make you collapse! But,no. You still stood there,your mind just making you think that.
The girl leaped off the rock,her body turning around. If you were to look through this female's eyes.. You would see just a burnt down native village. It had blood plastered over the old cloths,and broken axes about everywhere. But,no,she didn't frown. Nope,she didn't even shed a single tear. Her face grew a even bigger grin as her own mind played tricks with her. They weren't bad tricks.. No,not to her. She could see the scene unfold. Bunches of native Americans,running around and around. Children,being sliced into bits. This.. This was her dream. But,she didn't just imagine it. No,she was there. She is older then she looks,much,much older. She was there,yes,chopping the heads off of those native Americans one by one. She even got hold of a gun,shooting them in the heads at the time.
Oh,but this wasn't just for the hell of it,no,she wanted something. No,not want.. She had this lust. A lust for war.. A lust for tears.. A lust for sorrow.. A blood lust. Her mouth expanded as she let out a slight laugh at the remains. "Pathetic. They couldn't even defend they're own against us. And to think they enjoyed nature. Ha!" She spoke in a sweet voice but,it had that demonic touch.. It had an echo that seemed to go forever in ones ear. She kicked one of the broken axes before chuckling one last time. She wanted a real fight.. A real reason to use her full powers. She hated those.. Those mortals. Maybe one day.. She always said that. It's been millenniums! Will she ever find a worthy one? One that will contain tender blood.. One that controls.. One that has a power.. One that she can call mighty,or strong. But,no. Never has she found one.. Never.
With a sad sigh at her thoughts,she turned around to cut off her memories from this wasteland. She examined the field. It was just a wasteland,nothing more,nothing less. It was abandoned to most people but,the military seemed to use it for bomb testing or such. As you looked around,you can see abandoned aircraft,broken down jeeps,and even some bones that coyotes seem to have found over the years. She gradually walked over to the sword near the rock,seeing it's stained edges gleaming in the slightest of light. She could just feel the hope of those dead souls wandering around,reliving the war over and over. Her shadow stretched out towards it,lifting it's arm to grab the sharp sword. It lifted it into the air,her arm lifted but she was at least feet away. It floated towards her,the shadow seeming to wield it and carry it towards her. She grabbed the hilt,bowing her head to an invisible entity. Her shadow copied her,then resided by her side. Her fingers twirled the blade,spinning it like a baton twirler would with her flag.

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It's been twenty years since she revisited that barren wasteland. Her body hasn't aged a day since she had gone,and she walked the streets of France. The busy life style fit her well,especially in the ghetto. All the fights with guns made her heart beat wildly with a certain thirst. She has learned over the years of almost every martial art style,and guns. She loved her swords but,the guns were what was /in/ these days. And bats,lots of cops used these odd bat things. She walked down the sidewalk in the middle of night. The only light resource was the flickering lamp post and a phone she held close to her ear. She was smoking on a cigarette as he skinny legs stretched out one before the other. She wore a red lipstick,black strapped heels,a brown leather jacket with skinny jeans and a short brown top. She bore a headband with a rose attached to the top if it that bounded her fox ears to her scalp.
She babbled on as she walked,heading into an alley. "Why her? You know in the best member you have and ever will have. You choose her over me?" She said in a French accent,her voice sharp with anger. A loud male voice was heard shouting over on the other end. She growled,slamming her phone shut before sliding it into her pocket. She took a few whiffs of the cigarette,throwing it on the ground and watching it burn. It was increasing it's flame the longer she stared. Sparks and ashes flew from it as it finally exploded. She was mad. Very,very mad. She would sometimes kill a stranger who came by the alley to control her rage but,that's not the problem here. She was beaten by a stupid red hair girl to seek and destroy a gang leader. With her wits and personality,not to mention looks! She'd have him right under her control. But,no! Nope! Her /boss/ was a rather jerk to her. She kicked the brick wall beside her,cracking the solid. "Stupid!" she growled. Suddenly,a click was heard behind her. A cold object,barrel like was pressed against the back of her head as a low,deep voice was heard. "Drop anything." it said rather sloppy with it's pronunciations. She didn't bother to turn around to see the man. She knew who he was,and responded to him using his full name. "William Denver,drop the gun. You know every time you try to hold me up,I always reverse it." she said with a rather annoyed sigh.
The cold object was pressed harder against her head,bending it forward. "Not this time." it replied in a harsh tone. She rolled her eyes,sighing. In a blink of an eye,she twisted her right leg and swirled around. Her left hand grabbed the barrel of a long,odd gun and bent the metal in half. The man,William,stood tall in awe. He was taller,and older too. His eyes were a odd shade of grey,seeing bits of blue behind them. His hair was hidden under a hood,wearing a grey northface jacket with some converses. "Vixen." He said with disgust. He dropped his gun,cracking his knuckles before staring her down. "Why do you still refuse to teach me? Not like you don't have time to waste. You wiped out a whole race." William's eyes narrowed.