Bleeding hearts SCRAPPED DRAFT
The scrapped draft of my story Bleeding Hearts Contains the prologue and part of first chapter
Bleeding Hearts By:ZL
Prologue
Orion woke up to the acrid smell of smoke, the smog choking him. He coughed and looked around him. His home was set aflame with crimson heat, he looked around and panicked. Where was his sister? "NOVA!! WHERE ARE YOU!" he called out into the smoky abyss, he heard nothing but the roaring of the flames as they devoured the world around him. "NOVA!!!" He ran through each room and as he did hope spilled out of him like alabaster blood that dripped onto the floorboards waiting to be consumed by the flames. Orion cried, "Nova! Where are you? Please be ok." Large pieces of the house were caving in creating an opening in the ceiling to the dark night sky, the stars shrouded by the black smoke. Orion looked around and found Nova was nowhere to be seen. He then heard a scream from outside "ORION!! HELP!" It was her "Nova ! I'm coming! hold on!" He spread his wings and crashed through the flames speeding into the cool night air, He spotted her white form in the distance, she was being dragged away by two large stallions, he dove down and crashed into one of them kicking out wildly he bit the stallion's face making a large gash, he fought like the devil trying to get his sister away, but he felt a sharp pain in his head and he felt his legs give out under him, he could only watch as the dark figures took his little sister away and could feel the warm tears roll down across his face. Then everything faded into black.
Chapter 1 ...
Orion walked through the city's underbelly, he, a lad of 15 shouldn't be here but he has no choice, the year long search for his sister sent him here. He heard rumors of a church devoted to a pure white vampire, he knew the white vampire was none other than his sister. He looked around till he spotted a church steeple grand in size and made of pearlescent stone, a beacon of light in the muddied landscape around it, he could make out the sound of a choir singing inside. He switched into his bird form, a small black finch, and headed in to investigate.