Something I wrote when I was bored. A friend of mine wanted me to write a story with the main character named Nathaniel from Anita Blake, and she wanted something with zombies. It isn't complete and may never get complete its just something.
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Chapter 1
Graveyard
Nathaniel over looked the lonely dreadful graveyard waiting. He looked at the tombstones some with the names of love ones with dying rose as they were slowly were forgotten. Some had the names of family members with pictures as they blew away with the small gust of wind as the family would leave for new homes. Some were nameless, being forgotten for so long and lost in time. Nathaniel looked up at the darken night sky as small stars shined with a full moon lighting the night like the sun for the daytime.
He heard only in the corner of his ear the sound of someone or something in the graveyard with him as he waited. “That you,” Nathaniel spoke raising his voice just a little so the shadow could hear and soft so that the dead laid at rest.
He looked from the sky to in front of him as a darken shape moved from the shadow of a shadow of a nearby gravestone marker. “You came early,” the shadow spoke shaping into a person.
The woman who came from the shadow looked at the man, her eyes a dark abyss of black witched looked as if her soul itself was gone from here. Her hair was dark brown almost black waved in the light breeze. Her skin glowed a little in the moonlight as she stood dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt. “Nathaniel, I thought you would have chicken out as you mortals say,” the woman said in a cold voice that itself could freeze you with fear.
A small smile formed on Nathaniel’s lips as he made a small laugh, his dark blue eyes almost the color of the night sky stared at the woman, as she made a small step forward her eyes flashed a little fear as she looked at the man smiling. Another small breeze blew by moving her hair and the same to his short black hair. “Shame on you, Thea,” Nathaniel said, the woman by the name of Thea looked surprised that her name was known.
Thea turned around and started walking to a large tree close to the middle of the lonely graveyard, Nathaniel stared at her letting her go ahead a few steps before following her. “What does the devil himself want with me, Thea,” he called to her.
“Devil? Don’t make me laugh Nathaniel... he only wants you because you are the only one who can do it,” she answered stopping were she stood. Nathaniel behind her stopped a few feet behind her. She turned around and looked at Nathaniel and the distance between herself and him. “Is Nathaniel afraid of little old me?”
“No... just cautions,” Nathaniel said moving his hand inside of his jacket.
“You do have a little fear in you Nathaniel, at least you know that your not dead,” she said smirking at her own comment.
“Shut up Thea, what does ‘he’ want,” Nathaniel said putting a lot into the word ‘he’ as talking about the devil or god himself.
“He?” Thea made a little laugh and repeated, “He? He my fair Nathaniel wants you period but you decline his offer, you remain mortal and weak.”
“So he made you come here to do his dirty work,” Nathaniel said taking a small step back touching inside the darken jacket, hiding whatever laid inside as his protector.
Thea smiled at his reaction to her words, “No, Nathaniel I’m not here to turn you. I would hate to hold my little bird in a golden cage.”
“You make it should... happy,” Nathaniel said removing his hand from his jacket not showing anything in the moonlight as Thea hope would. He was an expert with light and shadows, used it to hide many things before making a striking kill.
“It is,” she said and continued, “Why won’t you just come to our side Nathaniel?”
“Because I don’t want to be the monster lurking under the bed,” he plainly answered to her question. She didn’t look surprised by his answer she knew he would answer the same way he had been for many years.
“Hmm...,” she shook her head in disappointment as she continued, “Then down to business.”
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