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a weird night , a new day
Posted: 06 Jun 2015, 21:52
by cyberscream (DELETED 6746)
i layed there in the middle of the field , no one was around anymore...
I was alone, my neck hurt so bad , it was burning.... was that supposed to be normal ?
Was the feeling supposed to burn into my body ?
i smell such a sweet sent , as i tried to locate it , i reconized it was blood .
It was my own , but i smelt so good.
All of a sudden i felt a severe pain in my mouth .
I thought it where bloodclothes in my trouth , as when i tried to cough it up i saw two of my teeth fell out.
i shocked and out of curiousity raised my hand and felt the spot where my teeth used to be....
I felt longer teeth grow in a rapid time.
"what was going on? , this can't be real right, vampires arn't real right? that just can't be "
but yet i was laying there bleeding and cravings for blood started to hunt me as a was weak lying on the graveyard field.
Re: a weird night , a new day
Posted: 06 Jun 2015, 22:27
by Roderic
I had been taking part in my usual nightly activities. I was out looking for bear, and the one I had been tailing for the better part of an hour was moving and moving fast. And he was getting close to the city limits.
That would be problematic. Mostly because the thing was wounded, I didn't have a license to hunt the damn thing and bears plus humans equal all things bad. So, I managed to make him detour from the city with the assistance of some bear traps I threw out, and head to the graveyard. I mean, no one was around in a graveyard at this time of night, right? No one normal, that is. Sure, some kids doing stupid stuff maybe and the vampires that lived there, but vampires could deal with a bear.
I was done chasing the bear. I decided to end this game of chase. I teleport in front of the thing, sword raised high in the air and bring it smack dab down in its skull. Or, at least that was my intent. I startled the beast and it lashed out at me. We engage in a battle, the thing snarling, snapping and biting at me, while my sword cuts into its skin every so often. Finally, after precisely thirteen minutes, the thing is dead at my feet. At minute fourteen, I stab it in it's head, just because I can't stand the number thirteen and what it represents. Odd numbers make me twinge.
And I begin gutting it right then and there. I toss the intestines aside, followed by the kidneys, liver and lungs. I'm elbow deep in its guts and it feels glorious. I take the hide from the thing and put it on my back before I begin to walk. Then I remember I need its fangs. Well, not me, but someone might. So I turn back, punch my hand through the animal's mouth and rip them out. Its mouth is wet and smells horrible, but it doesn't bother me. There were inventions named showers. I had two at my disposal.
I begin to walk again, this time playing with the teeth as I run around in a bear suit. Well, not really run, and I wasn't wearing it like a suit, but you get the gist. I stop and look to my right when I reach the top of a hill and see some guy that looks like he's on his way out. Not my problem. I've got a shower to take and a wife to get home to.
So I leave him as a light wind picks up and encases the graveyard in the small of my body order and that of the bears. What a great night.
Re: a weird night , a new day
Posted: 07 Jun 2015, 03:41
by Jezebel Tzasun
The night was uneventful as usual for the little Necro, minus a few things of interest. After her last vacation of sorts she figured it was best to stay out of trouble for a while, not that the trip had really been caused by her biting off more than she could chew. She wasn't the best company to be around, and she made it a point to keep it that way. Only a select few ever really bothered with her. In fact, Jezebel was more than certain that she could count them all on one hand. It was a small circle that constantly seemed to get smaller as time ticked by slowly.
She was certain that something of great interest and importance had happened but she couldn't put her finger on it to save her life. Figures of speech always amused her, regardless of what was going on or had happened. The small goth found herself laughing away. Somehow she had amused herself more than she had originally thought.
The amusement with it all faded quickly as she once more took on the all too serious expression she usually had. What was it that had happened? Seriously, what the hell was it? While thinking it all over in the hopes of remembering she sat down on the ground. How the hell was it that she always ended up on the ground? Even in her own home that was normally where she ended up. Oh well, old habits, or at least that's what she assumed.
Her fingers drummed out some weird little beat on her thighs as she sat there. It didn't take her long to get lost in her thoughts. That chaotic mind of hers followed every single little rabbit hole there was and yet somehow, it lead her directly to what she was looking for. If it had been a snake it probably would have bit her. She had turned someone! Oh geez. How she had managed to forget that so easily she had no clue but she knew she needed to find the person, and quick before they could start causing problems.
Luckily for her, she was used to roaming around until she bumped in to someone she knew. Jezebel could vaguely recall the person, oh the wonders of having a screwed up memory from hell. It was one thing she wished had been improved or fixed when she was turned. Oh well, she made the best of it to her ability at least. So, it was wandering around, almost aimlessly for now, that she hoped would lead her to the person. She doubted it would be of any use or good, but it was worth a shot until she could actually track the person down.
First stop, the graveyard. That was where she usually started at, though she had no idea why that was. Maybe it was because she had a crypt there or the fact that she just felt at peace amongst the dead. Maybe it turned out to be a good thing that she had stayed near there after all. Covering distances sucked when most modes of transportation were intimidating to her. The crowds. People in general. Even another person, by themselves, were enough to put her on edge. In other words, public places and her didn't mix very well.
A few more steps, that's all it took and there she was, back where she felt most at home. Out of habit she drew in a deep breath. There was something calming about being back in the graveyard. The dead always understood her, even when she had been human. None of that really mattered right then and there. She needed to search the place to find who she was hoping to find.
Those blue eyes closed and she spun around, stopping as she pointed in a random direction. Yeah, it was a horrible way to start off a search but no one ever said she was good at finding someone, or that she was good at anything for that matter. Well, okay, she was good at a few things but finding a person wasn't at the top of her list of skills. Jezebel took two steps and then picked a different direction just because she could.
Each step was cautious, overly cautious actually. It wasn't so much as she was worried there was someone else there, okay, so she was slightly worried about that, but that wasn't why she was being so careful. She had enemies, or at least that's what she considered them. Dozens of questions ran through her mind that bordered on being maddening. Somehow she had slipped up and made a mistake. Not that there was anything she could do about that except make the best of a bad situation.
“Oh for ****'s sake.” She mumbled to herself while practically staggering up a hill. Hills...they were evil. They were about as evil as the boots she had on, heavy things that they were. Once she got to the top of the hill she just stood there, admiring the stillness of the graveyard. Before the woman knew it she was lost, not in thought but somewhere. Okay, maybe she had spaced out. Needless to say, all she did was just stand there, occasionally turning her head to look around. Within the blink of an eye she had forgotten why she was there.