X Virus Creepypasta Fanart の小説・ストーリー

I was glad I won’t stand out too much. We arrive at Xander’s house after a few minutes. His house was more of a dark side kind of house. It was gothic and gave you the creeps. Old cold men stood as statues lining up the way to the front door. Music thumped inside the house. It felt like a high school monster party. Okay maybe I watch too much Ant farm and paranormal movies. This would be a good beginning for a horror story where Zombies come attacking. No, zombies don’t have brains to plot this. Better yet, Vampires.

Upset with herself, Abigail slapped her cheek, leaving distinct finger marks. 'If I had just pondered over things more, I could've seen the truth,' she thought. 'But I've been blind and closed off, refusing to look deeper, which led to this mess. Now, Xander is nowhere to be found. Ron said Xander was given Viscerovorax by Nova as a child. Does Viscerovorax slowly consume the organs of its victim? If that's true, is Xander really...?' The thought was unbearable for Abigail to consider.

We are doomed, aren't we? Xx____xX

Xyla Quest said before subconsciously clenching her fists. Why was hell empty when demons roamed the world? After picking up the laptop on her desk and booting it up, Xyla quickly tapped on the keyboard several times. Very soon, she managed to hack into Fred’s phone. When Xyla saw two encrypted photo albums, she quickly opened one of them. Immediately after that, all sorts of disgusting images came to sight. There were photos of Fred doing unspeakable things to young girls, boys, and popular teenage celebrities from the entertainment industry.

Even from a distance, its glowing red eyes were perceptible. I gasped as my eyes widened in fear. I looked around to check my surroundings. There was no one else but me. I looked back at the window, and the shadow figure was gone. I had never seen anything as creepy as that. Now all the hairs on my body are standing up. I shook my head violently to ease my mind. That must be my imagination. I do not believe in curses, superstitions, and ghosts. There is just no way those are true. I took a deep breath and headed to the fair.

Lauren walked in and smiled at me. Lauren is human and has a huge crush on Aiden, the hybrid vampire. I like it when he tries to control his thirst for blood. New Orleans sucks, 'Cause everyone here is either lycans, witches, Demi demons or maybe vampires. " Riley, what are you doing here?" Lauren asked. " I don't have to answer your questions." Riley replied. " Just get out of here, it's nice you let your disgraceful ass out before I withdraw you myself." Lauren said and she chuckled.

Her eyes then bulged at the sight of me, the sound of a gasp entering her lips before she looked at Xander. That was the last thing I saw before he closed the door, cutting off most of the light that was entering into the room. I could barely see anything more than three feet ahead of me. I took a long shaky breath as I turned towards Xander, freezing under his suddenly confident gaze. His mossy green eyes shone through the dark as all vampires eyes did. His familiar grin made a quick appearance, instinctively making me take a step back. The slim hope I had of those files even existing quickly disappeared.

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

No one could have predicted that the day would come when Malcolm as self-assured as he would become sweet and childish. “Done… Are you feeling better?” “Probably… But just a little! Do you know? Vampires like me are usually scared of bleeding. Because if we lose blood, this can affect our lives and health. If it's the lightest, I'll be dizzy and tired… I need to replenish my blood right now to prevent that" Malcolm says seriously, the man's face also turns extremely serious which makes Mia blame herself even more. After thinking for a while, she softly says to the man:

I open my mouth to ask what’s next when twenty black SUV’s pull up all around us. Marcos and his men “I have to escape these fucking vampires” I say exhaustedly as car doors begin to open. Seb stares at me intently for a moment probably trying to see how serious I am. A second later he has the answer he’s searching for when a spark crosses my eyes. I’m very serious “I think I can help with that…” . . . . . . 💿 Disc 2 Theme : Escape Sub Theme : Attempt No 3 . . *2 years later*