Angela's Legend

[SailorMoonBabe]

1455 (Renaissance Age) Eastern Europe.

Angela smiled at her husband-to-be. 'I will be 19 in just 2 weeks' she thought to herself. 'and then, James and I will be able to marry!' A shiver of excitement ran down her spine. James turned around and embraced her. "I love you." he whispered. "I love you, too, James. In just 3 weeks, we will be married. I have a surprise as well." She said mysteriously. "Oh yeah, what's that?" he asked. "I am carrying your child." She told him. James stepped back. "WHAT??? You're kidding!" James said happily. "Wow, I'm gonna be a father!!" He jumped and shouted with joy. Angela laughed. James picked her up and swung her around. James put her down, and Angela straightend the fabric of her red, low-cut, renaissance dress. "Let's go and tell the others." James whispered. Angela smiled. "Alright, let's go."
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11-7-2003, Angela's rooftop, New York, New York.
"Oh, James. How I miss you. They say one musn't dwell in the past, but I have lived the past in this shape and age for so long, I can't help but dwell." Angela sighed. She looked around for her victim.
"And I haven't fed in so long, I'm starting to talk to myself." She said, ironicly, to herself. "There he is. Just a little closer, There! I got you right where I want you, you fool." Angela jumped down. "Hey, lookin' for supthin'" she said. "naw, babe, i ain't lookin for nuthin, 'less you plan to give me sum." the bum said. "I don't plan to give you anything but pain, dumbass." She told him. "Whaaa??" the man replied. "Let me demonstrate." She said. She grabbed him by the throat and lifted him high off the ground, about two feet higher than herself. Then, she slammed him against the wall. "Say goodnight, forever..." The man screamed in pain as she sunk her fangs into his neck.
She dropped him into the dumpster when she had finished. Angela had long, raven-black hair down to her waist. She had beautiful, almond-shaped intense green eyes, and blood-red, full lips. She was 5'9", and wore the same outfit every day, a sleeveless short black shirt, tight black pants, and dark sneakers. She had a black utility belt that held knives (for the toughies) and her pack of cigaretts, and at the moment, her hair was tied back. On her right hand was a heavy, gold ring. There was a yin-yang symbol with a moonstone and a ruby melted into the yin-yang shape (on the ring). She grabbed her pack of Kool's and lit a cigarett. She was down to her last one. She rolled her eyes and walked away.