it's kinda a follow up of that 'emo ish' one before.
She found the building at last. It's large grey appearance was ominous. The windows were dark, but she saw a number of eyes peek out for no more than a moment.
For years she had known that vampires existed. The rest of the world liked to believe that vampires were just a wonderfully entertaining myth, and anyone believing otherwise would be seen as crazy. An invitation had been sent to ..... and a number of other young, stong, smart individuals in the area. They were all to meet at this dark dull building.
Before the invitations were recieved there had been at least 40 people of varying ages go missing in the span of two weeks. Something was fishy.
She stood staring at the huge steel door. A few more people showed up ... No one knew what was going to happen, and one was prepared for what would.
Suddenly there was a rumbling and the sound of metal on stone. The enormous door began to slowly grind open. When there was an open gap about 4 feet wide, the door stopped, as if it could go no further. Stood in the open space was a thin lanky man, whose dark sunken eyes were a harsh contrast to his skin. He stood just at the edge of the shadows, where the faint light of the sinking sun could not reach. The skeletal looking man held onto a clip board and pen. The first brave person stepped up to the door to get a closer look.
"Name." The creepy man spoke, only that one word. The person from the crowd stuttered inaudibly. At that, a bony hand flicked the pen, scratched something onto the paper, then tore the paper from the apparent stack and thrust it toward the person from the crowd, who then shuffled into the shadow and out of sight.
"Next." Another word from the emaciated man.
Soon a line formed and she found herself standing in it.
When she reached the door that one word, which seemed less of a question and more of a demand, was muttered. "Name." His tone was deep, almost gutteral, as if something wet was caught in his throat.
She replied, "Corin. Corin Falen."
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