Looking For Nothing But A Girl

She didn't hit him when he hit the ground, he figured this was her type of compassion. He sighed, he just had to finish getting through this in order to get older. He needed to try to act like he was fighting her, but even the thought of fighting a girl made him cringe. He respected women and if he were to fight them it'd be completely out of his personality and usual actions. He wished she had only said she'd beat him, he hated the idea of fighting a woman.

He could care less about a coven, a friendship or anything if it meant him having to fight women. He was a complete gentleman, the most he did was tie a woman up but lightly so as to not mark or hurt her. And that was a sucidal person and not a perfectly well minded woman. He sighed getting up he made a "lunge" at her, which was more like a "lunge" but a terribly stupid one on purpose. He rather be made fun of or beat to a pulp then to fight a woman. He wasn't going to run, if he wanted to he could still escape through jumping. But he wasn't trying to escape nonetheless.

"I don't care about being some stupid strong person, I just want to bloody get older." He took the punch, and the swipe purposely. The woman would win, he wasn't going to fight it anyway. He didn't care about his own pain, he looked at her his eyes didn't plead, didn't show pain, nor hate. He just looked at her, wondering what made the dame turn to such a violent person.

He winced it hurt worse on his face then anyother part of his body. Suddenly he was afraid for his 'place of no return' he hoped she wouldn't be that cruel to hit a man at his weak point.

"I don't want some girl to like me, I want the girl to like me. There's a difference even though it's small. I'm not icky, nor immature..." He said looking at her wondering why she liked beating younger vampires to a pulp.

He saw her eyeing something, he wondered what the evil little woman had planned. She then picked up the log, his eyes widened. Please don't let her hit me in the place of no return, I'd die in pain. Percy pleaded in his mind as if fighting his fate, but his fate didn't answer.

The log was suddenlt dropped on his head, it came down with a thud bringing Percy down with it. He fell unconcious, the log weighed a good 50 pounds so it was kinda a shock to his brain, his skull had cracked. Luckily his neck didn't break or something worse that reallt would take his life.

Percy would know nothing of what happened to him until hours later, he was hit hard enough that it forced his body to sleep to repair. The woman could do anything to the boy and Percy wouldn't have a clue, he couldn't wake up if he wanted to seeing how he was bleeding and now unconcious.

His mind in darkness began to think of the girl he had met, Cordelia. He wished he could be more to her, but he felt his looks held him back. He wasn't embarassed about his age, he was only embarassed because of things she said to him sometimes. Cordelia seemed like his match, his mind thought of her past, he wanted so much to just know she'd be okay if he tried harder to cause a relationship to come of them.

He layed unconscious on the elder vampire's shoulder, the scene resembled that of a woman carrying a man over her shoulder as if he owned him. The whole scene would've been imagined of a cave woman's agressiveness. Though cave women were only made up in the minds of scientists, But Rayana was very dominant and could easily show a man their place.

The boy was bumped like a sack of flour on the floor, he wasn't treated much like a human. Though he wasn't human he was a vampire, but still a person would've thought he'd be treated with more care. The vampire still unconscious layed in the middle of the room.

Percy was in the world he knew as his past. His mind stuck in the terror of the night his family was murdered in front of him. The boy's eyes moved his breathing heavy even though he was unconcious. He found himself in a dark alley, vampires surrounded him. They had forced him to make the chase interesting by running. The boy helpless as pain from falling and blood came from wounds the vampires inflicted as he ran from them. His eyes looked at them his eyes were dark and scared back then. His eyes had changed to a emotionless state after that night, he never truly showed happiness through his eyes after that. His whole life replayed in his mind as the vampire painted patterns with his blood leaving him limp on the floor.

The boy turned into a hansome and dashing fellow, his hair turned out to be dark purple, his eyes dark almost black. Yet a tint of purple. His height had increased to 5'11" Not much of a increase, but a change nonetheless that was noticable. His face reflected his inner spirit more now, his outward appearance had changed so much. But if one were to see him in a dark alley which would make his hair seem black and his eyes as well. They'd reckonize the man to have been the boy named Percy, he was still the same person inside. But his looks were much more mature, his problem with sunlight also decreased seeing his cells could finally mature to a older body making his sensitivity to light decrease enough that he could go out in the sun just not spend hours in it.

The boy moved slightly, his head throbbed as he slowly came to. "Owie... Man, your really mean. That hurt..." He slowly tried to get up, but he was so dizzy that he hit the ground again banging his head on the cold ground knocking himself back out on accident.