QUOTE(treydog @ Mar 7 2007, 11:16 AM)
Woo-hoo! I was hoping you would do some more writing when you came back. Thank you sir- may I have some more?
I believe the correct term is "Thank you sir, may I have another?". And yes, yes you may.
First Blood
I stumbled out of the rusty, metallic ruins, rushing for safety as those infernal beasts gave chase. I dashed across the moonlit landscape, leaping over rocks and darting around plant life, looking for a safe haven to hide in, but saw none. I was stranded in the ashlands with vampires on my heels.
I had no other option, readying my sword, I turned around to fight.
"It's not so bad, being a vampire," I remember her saying, all those years ago.
I steeled myself for the battle to come as I watched the small hill I had just passed over, waiting for my foes to join me. The light of the full moons bearing down and lightly illuminating the hillside, I listened intently for the sound of my foes foot steps… But there were none. There was no sound but that of the wind whistling through oven the hills, not even a breath nor a chirp of a bird.
The hair on the back of my head stood up, I
knew there was someone nearby, but where? Suddenly there was a noise, a light "pat" as a soft boot hit the ground. I swiftly spun around, lifting my sword above my head and slamming it down on the spot where I heard the sound. But there was nothing there, no vampire sneaking up behind me to feast, no footprint on the ground. Nothing, nothing at all. Not a single trace that anything had ever set foot there.
A whistling noise flew past my head, like an arrow or bolt had missed my by a hair. Spinning around I readied my blade again, eyes quickly scanning the horizon for any threats… Nothing. No sign of life anywhere.
The sound of a stick landing in the ash. Twirling to my left I saw… Nothing. Not even the stick I heard land. They were playing with me, like a cat plays with their prey before the kill.
As I shouted out at them to just come out and fight me, no more games, there was a soft "pitter patter" as two of the vampires ran towards me from different angles. Leaping into action I ducked down and leaned to my right, narrowly avoiding the no doubt poisoned dart flying towards me, and tossed a dart of my own at the assailant.
"You get used to it, the constant killing," she had told me, again and again.
The dart sliced its way through the air, and my opponent's throat, as his or hers partner unsheathed their blade. Though I may have only caught a glimpse of it, I could tell it was a dangerous weapon. Black as a new moon and menacing as a Dremoras smile, it was swung towards my gut, missing by the merest of measurements. Flipping back I looked into my opponent's eyes, they had the look of one who has survived a thousand battles, and has been only made stronger as such. Like a bone that has been broken over and over, until it is stronger then it was before.
Slowly we circled each other, watching, waiting for the right time to strike. Suddenly he tripped, his foot had caught his dead partner's corpse causing him to lose his balance and stumble. Moving swiftly I thrust the point of my sword through his guard and into his stomach. There was silence for a moment, but no longer. Crying out the vampire tried his best to get closer to me, but I held fast, and kept my sword between us. He kept pushing, impaling himself in a futile attempt to kill me, and in few, short moments he was dead.
Lowering my blade, I put my heel on the vampires shoulder and gave him a push, and extracted my blade from his waist. As I leaned down to wipe the blood off my sword I felt it again, that crawling feeling that someone is nearby.
And then I knew; these vampiric peons were but a distraction, a distraction so the leader could catch me unaware. I spun around quickly, but it was too late, he was right behind me. Oh so swiftly he grabbed me by the neck, and lifted me effortlessly. Dangling there, supported purely by vampiric strength, I was suddenly struck by the irony of the situation. All my life I have actively hunted vampires when I could, it figures my only love was one of the creatures I had so vehemently destroyed, and that I myself would now be destroyed by one of them.
Then the wholly unexpected happened, instead of going in for the kill, the vampire leader opted to drag me back to the dwemer ruins. There I was kept, for hours they drained my blood, drinking it as if it was the finest wine they had ever tasted, but they didn't bite me. They used the most terribly unimaginable methods the extract my blood, but they would not bite me. After uncountable hours in the dark as the vampires slept through the day, someone came, but not a rescuer. It was the leader of the vampire clan I had stumbled upon.
He did not bite me; he did not extract blood from me. He talked. He told me that the name of their clan was Berne, and that he had heard a great deal about me, about all the vampires I have slain. Then he made me an offer, I could die here, or I could become a vampire and be released. I knew there was no choice to be made here, regardless of what I told him, he was here to infect me, and would not leave with-out completing this task.
Angrily I told him to go do something that would not be in my best interest to repeat here, he merely chuckled, and moved closer. I thought I couldn't be infected; I did technically have corprus after all, and could not get any other diseases. So I thought, and I thought wrong.
It turns out that the leader of the Berne clan does not play fair, though he did spare my life, he didn't offer safe passage out of the ruins they call home. Luckily I only encountered a single vampire before I found I weapons. I had barely finished strapping my blade to my back when one of the vampires burst through the door, slaying him quickly I beat a hasty retreat in the direction I believed the exit lay in.
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I stumbled out of the rusty, metallic ruins, rushing for safety as those infernal beasts gave chase. I dashed across the moonlit landscape, leaping over rocks and darting around plant life, looking for a safe haven to hide in, but saw none. I was stranded in the ashlands with vampires on my heels.
I had no other option, readying my sword, I turned around to fight.
I steeled myself for the battle to come as I watched the small hill I had just passed over, waiting for my foes to join me. The light of the full moons bearing down and lightly illuminating the hillside, I listened intently for the sound of my foes foot steps… But there were none. There was no sound but that of the wind whistling through oven the hills, not even a breath nor a chirp of a bird.
The hair on the back of my head stood up, I
knew there was someone nearby, but where? Suddenly there was a noise, a light "pat" as a soft boot hit the ground. I swiftly spun around, lifting my sword above my head and slamming it down on the spot where I heard the sound. But there was nothing there, no vampire sneaking up behind me to feast, no footprint on the ground. Nothing, nothing at all. Not a single trace that anything had ever set foot there.
A whistling noise flew past my head, like an arrow or bolt had missed my by a hair. Spinning around I readied my blade again, eyes quickly scanning the horizon for any threats… Nothing. No sign of life anywhere.
The sound of a stick landing in the ash. Twirling to my left I saw… Nothing. Not even the stick I heard land. They were playing with me, like a cat plays with their prey before the kill.
As I shouted out at them to just come out and fight me, no more games, there was a soft "pitter patter", followed by the sound of metal rubbing on metal, as one of the vampires ran towards me and unsheathed their blade. Though I may have only caught a glimpse of it, I could tell it was a dangerous weapon. Black as a new moon and menacing as a Dremoras smile, it was swung towards my gut, missing by the merest of measurements. Flipping back I looked into my opponent's eyes, they had the look of one who has survived a thousand battles, and has been only made stronger as such. Like a bone that has been broken over and over, until it is stronger then it was before.
Slowly we circled each other, watching, waiting for the right time to strike. Suddenly I saw and opening, his guard was opened slightly every time he took a breath. Moving swiftly I thrust the point of my sword through his guard and into his stomach. There was silence for a moment, but no longer. Crying out the vampire tried his best to get closer to me, but I held fast, and kept my sword between us. He kept pushing, impaling himself in a futile attempt to kill me, and in few, short moments he was dead.
Lowering my blade, I put my heel on the vampires shoulder and gave him a push, and extracted my blade from his waist. As I leaned down to wipe the blood off my sword I felt it again, that crawling feeling that someone is nearby.
And then I knew; this vampiric peon was but a distraction, a distraction so another could catch me unaware. Spinning around quickly I ducked down and leaned to my right, narrowly avoiding the no doubt poisoned dart flying towards me, and tossed a dart of my own at the assailant. The dart sliced its way through the air, and my opponent's throat.
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I made my way back to my hometown, ducking into caves during the daylight once I had turned. I took me many days to get home, and I was starving once I arrived, so I snuck into a nearby alley. Looking around the cool autumn night, I could not see anyone to satisfy my bloody desire. As I crept though the alley way I happened across a guard, wearing the native Bonemold armor he could prove to be a tough fight, I let him pass unscathed and unaware of the danger he had walked past.
I wandered the alleyways for some time trying to find an easy meal. The agony I felt as my body slowly degraded was unbearable; I could never express that horrid pain in words. Eventually I came across a small orphan eating a piece of rotten cheese. I remembered him, he had asked me for a few coins many times before, I had taken pity on him... But now I looked him over, as an Alit looks over a rat, it would be an easy kill… but could I do it? Did I have it in me to murder a small child just to save my self, a monster?
With another painful stab, I decided to put how I felt under lock and key, and feed.
As I approached the urchin he looked up from his meal. After he saw me he stumbled as he tried to hide the piece of smelly, rotting cheese and clumsily pulled out a rusty knife and attempted to slash me with it. Seeing the hostility I quickly went in for the kill, knocking his hand aside and moving my mouth towards that sweet life running through his veins. Sinking my fangs into the young boy's neck was the best thing I ever felt, and the worst. The warm, flavorful blood dripped down my neck as I shed my humanity. I slowly made my back to my house disgusted with my self.
As soon as I shut the door to my house I collapsed into a kneeling position and held my head in my hands, and I screamed as loud as I could. I was disgusted with my self and disgusted with the ones who did this to me.
I kneeled there for hours, silent, listening to the sound of that child's voice that I had heard through-out my stay in this city. It echoed constantly, echoed through-out my small house, echoed through-out my ears, echoed through-out my head, mind, and soul.
"Could you spare a coin sir? I gots nothing to eat!" -------------------------
Yes I did repeat a scene, and it was on purpose. I have two good reasons for it too.
1: It adds to his growing insanity, he is unsure of the order of events.
2: It saves me an awful lot of time in both writing, and until I catch Carpel Tunnel.
Feel free to ask question and leave comments.
) so I might be sucked back into Oblivion soon.
