Ok. So I decided to make a blog for my writing only. It will be under 'edit me' as a link on my original blog which will probably be on ne of these 'edit me's. So lately the onmly thing I wrote was a narrative for school. It sucked it hated it o here it is.
Sri tripped and crashed into a rather prickly bush further cutting up her smooth, olive skin. She picked herself up and stumbled onward, she could have sworn she’d been better at this when she was young. Back when she went by Trista, her middle name, instead of Sri. She stopped, knowing she could not go on any longer. Her veil and shoes were somewhere behind her in the woods but she no longer cared about such material things. Her life was in danger.
“How did I get here?” she asked herself. She thought about her childhood. They were strikingly calm thoughts; images of being found in a dumpster at a week old in India, being adopted into the strange life of the huge Irish family that were the Neasasis’. She thought of her childhood and her parents and how her siblings always looked after her and treated her as their own even though she knew that she looked like a hole in a jack-o-lantern with her jet black hair and olive skin compared to their fiery orange hair and pale freckled skin.
She recalled when she met Vishnu. She was fourteen. He looked to be a little older but not much. She was to discover later this was because vampires were partially like Merlin in the way that the older they got the more youthful and beautiful they became. He was very kind and very handsome. She was a fool then, getting so caught up in the romance she never wondered where he went to school or where he lived or why he never ate in front of her or why he avoided the sun at all costs.
She remembered when she found out he was a vampire. He said he loved her and needed to ask her something. She was seventeen, still a fool, and her insides did flips at the idea of a proposal. Well he did in a manner. He asked if she would stay with him forever. She said yes of course being blindly, hopelessly in love. He leaned over towards her neck and opened his mouth. It was then she felt something change. His body stiffened and she caught a flash of his k-9 teeth and suddenly, inexplicably, she felt as if she were in a bad horror movie. She’d run away but he’d caught her. She said she needed some time to think and she’d watched him walk away. That night she left her family a note, packed her bags, took her life savings, and went to New York City. She stayed briefly with a friend who’d graduated and moved there a year before. She’d started a new life, not as Trista but as Sri. Every six months or so she would call her family and tell them she was all right. Sri never wanted to see Vishnu again.
She met Krishna. He was a business man, as artful as a snake and as sly as a fox. He had the same tone olive skin as she had and beautiful green eyes that were so bright and intense she envied them as she compared them to her own blackish-brown. She could have felt her growing old with him but now the notion that that would never happen hit her, and it hit her hard.
She collapsed into a sitting position, suddenly feeling frantic again. Krishna might be looking for her. She had hoped that he had enough sense not to come after her. She hopes he knew this was the man who had woken her from slumber and the man who wasn’t really a man at all. She hoped he ran. Ran far, and put her out of his thoughts and had a happy life. She hoped he knew this was the thing that she whispered about during their less-intimate times at night. She should have known this could not end well. She was not startled to find a tear rolling down her cheek. But she was when a man stepped out of the shadows.

Krishna moved as quickly and quietly as he could, searching for any evidence of his dear Sri. Sri, the name put as much of a chill through him now as when they first met. He was sure that, six months ago when he proposed, he wouldn’t have these strong of feelings for her and was delighted to prove himself wrong. It was he who suggested that they get married in her hometown of Phantom Thorn. She said no at first but he had insisted. He wanted her to have the perfect wedding. But when that man came through the door he knew instantly who it was and why she had been reluctant to marry in Phantom Thorn. Only Vishnu, her own demon, could have had such pallor in his olive skin and such fearsome amber eyes.
When he appeared and strode up to her he could see her eyes widen with horror. And he could feel his widen too, as she bolted out of the church and Vishnu followed. Krishna watched as Vishnu disappeared in the sun then he raced after his bride. His bride. Now he found his bride. Sitting damp and cold in her beautiful white dress, which was now in tatters and streaked with mud. He stepped towards her.

Vishnu had only to stride gracefully after her after a time. She was getting tired. When she stopped he did as well. Pondering what to say to her. Apparently she went by Sri now. Vishnu didn’t like it. He liked it better when she was Trista. He looked at her and saw that she was sad. Why was she sad? He had rescued her from almost marrying that… mortal. He thought the word with vicious contempt. He remembered that Trista was mortal but then he smiled. Not for long, he thought. He remembered when he met her. She was beautiful and she smelled nice. He had fallen in love with her instantly. He knew that vampires couldn’t love but had told himself he was special and believed it. He remembered when they would playfully chase each other. Oh the fun they had. Then, in the church when he strode up to the alter she ran. And he chased her. Everything was back to normal. So why did she seem sad?
His thoughts were interrupted by the presence of another,” Sri?! Are you alright!? I’ve been looking for you and-“
“Krishna! Go! Go now! If he finds you he’ll kill you and-“
Vishnu felt a bolt of anger pierce through the heart and soul that he did not have. This man was trying to take Trista! Take his Trista! He probably did it the last time too! He roared with fury in his mind. Vishnu growled as he stepped into the clearing where the two were located. Had his eyes not been fixed on Krishna he would have seen Trista go white with fright. “No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Leave now mortal.” Vishnu growled through his teeth.
“Not without my bride.” Krishna said loudly, defiantly, proudly, bravely, and foolishly.
“You’re bride! She is mine! You will not forget that! Will you?”
Krishna smirked. This sent Vishnu into rage. Trista stood and screamed NO! But it was too late Vishnu gripped Krishna’s head and-
Crack! Chipper looked down in time to see a two-legger let go of another’s head and it fell to the ground. Silly two-leggers, thought Chipper, why would anyone sleep in the mud? He surveyed the scene and as he did he saw a female two-legger. She was trembling and looking with wide eyes at the “sleeping” male. The male who dropped the other strode over and gathered her in his arms preparing to sire her into an eternal life after death damnation with him. She can’t look at him. Her eyes are now fixed into space. This reminds Chipper that if he doesn’t hurry back, his mate will not look at him or speak to him lest she be chattering angrily at him. Chipper takes one final glance down in time to see the female go limp in the male’s arms as he bites her neck. Funny two-leggers, thought Chipper as he scampered off towards home taking a shortcut though his favorite meadow.

I hate it!