Excerpt from "The Angel with a Gun

Chapter 1: Run, Sarah, Run

The streets of California were filled this evening, filled with vampires and, of course, their human slaves. The humans were barely waring anything at all, stripped down for humiliation. They kept their heads down low, trying not to look up at their masters as they continued their trek down the streets. The vampires besides the humans would whip their slaves hard, some even slashing the humans' backs with their long, talon-like claws, watching the blood falling to the ground. The humans would scream out in pain as they began lurching, losing energy to walk, when the vampires would see this, they would grab the tired humans by their necks and strangle them until the humans begged for mercy. All of this activity was not unusual, however, in fact, this was a daily routine for both humans and vampires. Vampires would lead the humans to the breeding chambers and the humans would be tortured, just for the vampire's amusement. All the humans in the lines were too tired to fight back, and some even stopped caring about anything, Sarah was not like those humans.

Sarah Carmichael was about seventeen years old, and already she had seen things with her bright green eyes that most people would only dream about in their nightmares. She was one of the unfortunate humans that could not escape the slave encampments, being here since her house was raided four years ago. Her parents were brutally murdered and rapped, making Sarah watch the entire time. When the vamps came to her, they studied her massive curves and licked their lips. They had decided to keep Sarah alive, knowing that when she was the right age, she would produce many healthy babies for their food. Today was the day she reached the right age, and she was being shoved towards the breeding chambers for the first time, fear stuck in her eyes.

The young woman moved the short, red hair from her eyes, trying to keep a clear view as she continued to walk slowly behind an obese gentleman who seemed to have reached his final years in life. Sarah felt sorry for the man, hoping that he would die of natural causes, and not dying from these bloodsucking bastards. She clenched her fist tightly at the thought, these things were monsters, something created by the devil, and she hated every little thing about them, but unfortunately, she could do absolutely nothing, she was just a small girl, never knowing how to fight. She sighed as she thought about her predicament, why was God punishing her so harshly, and why were all of the other humans beside her brought along in this sadistic game?

My FIrst Posted Story....

MANZENTI-73 was one of the best orbit prison bases the universe had ever established. Over ten thousand dollars went into the building of the giganitc rectanglular structure that orbited the seven moons of Nebula 54a. This was where the most diabolical of evil men come to spend all of eternity, with no hopes of an escape.

A small ship flew through the black space as it headed towards MANZENTI, its boosters on the back pushing it at an extreme rate of velocity. The ship looked like it had seen better days, the panneling was no longer bright white, but instead, a mixture of dark gray and brown from the rust. Windows were smered and the wings looked dented. This was a prisoner transport ship, coming in with new arrivals.

"Wakey Wakey Mr. Gandral!" a guard by the name of Maxis yelled as he he would bang his club stick against the bars of one of the large cages inside of the ship. Inside was a man with long black hair that covered his face except for white glimmering teeth. His orange shirt was ripped and was full of holes, and he had the stench of blood all over him. The prisoner did not move from his bed, and Maxis clentched his fingers around the club, his knuckles turning ghostly white.

"Goddamnit man!" He yelled with furocity as he bashed the club against the bars again, causing the man to jump from his bed and to the floor. "I said get the hell up! You may have been Mr. Bad-Ass out on Zeria, but in this ship, you are nothing more than scum compared to me! Now...get..up Mr. Grandal!"

The prisoner named Grandal stood up slowly, his bone cracking relentlessly as he stood upright, a tower of a man. He was slender, almost like someone just took a skeleton and slathered it with skin, eyes, and teeth. Along with his long hair, he had a beard which reached his upper torso. He outstretched his fingers, slender and bony, and he gave Maxis a horrid smile.

"Why thank you for letting me know that we are home." Grandal said with a little giggle as he looked at the guard with fierce crimson eyes. Maxis shivered at just the sight of the man, but that giggle made him weak to his knees.

((this is what i have so far))