Post by Hikari on Jan 15, 2005 11:45:32 GMT -5
Disclaimer : New story! Whoot!! These are characters I just made up and all…sooo…I hope you like it!! ^.^
Title : Crimson
Rating : R
Warnings : Language, violence, gore, torture, adult scenes, street/gang related stuff…yeah…<br>
Categories : Action/Adventure/Romance/Horror/Angst
Summary : Once upon a time…when the world was new…Satan’s creatures…such as vampires threatened the innocence’s lives. But one faithful day…a knight comes along and seals them away with a mighty sword. Thus the human race lives peacefully…until one day…the seal is broken. And the vampires come back with a vengeance…and bloody revenge. But will faith set one vampire’s heart upon his worst enemy?
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Prologue
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By Hikari
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Silent night with the holy strands of moonlight beaming down upon the still earth caught gaze of many creatures of night. A mere movement averted the eyes of those locked onto the wind flooded fields that sunk in the night sky’s shadow. Brilliant stars and moon clung above in the blanket of darkness but yet nothing that could’ve created the movement had shown itself nor dared move again.
All was silent except for the soft whispers of the wind as she stroked the tall grasses like fur on a feline’s back. The sound of my heart thudded in my chest…slowly beating…slowly proceeding every second worth of the minutes that go by as we all crept swiftly through the darkened area.
Gentle sounds of other creatures nearby caught in our extraordinary ears but we try pushing them out only to ignore for now. I can smell the fresh human scent in the wind…oh how delicious it smells. My lower lip trembles in a silent plea for sweet steaming human blood to stain upon my white fangs.
I have known the consequences of hunting for a while. Vampires feed at night and night only…unless they take that needy risk of being caught in the dim shadows of day. Those who were are tortured by the humans. How they mock us…baring they’re lovely skin that is a ever so delicate shield waiting to be pierced so the warm crimson liquid can stream out into our dry mouths. How I despise the torture they bring psychically and mentally to us…burning us at stake…tortures…pain to the death. As though we were pathetic little witches that hide within forest…<br>
Making rumors about us is a whole different story…Garlic and stakes? A mere excuse to hide their fear…the human mind is a complicated…and yet so easy thing to unwind. They push their fear away and lock it with something untrue…as though they don’t want to face the truth. But when the door opens and fear enters their little minds…they try and do what they think is true. Failing miserably to the death…As we tower over their race. No more begging for blood now. And crosses…<br>
I pause a moment from the depths of thought to cup the mysterious accessory that clings to my neck. Made of pure gold, an strong chain baring a cross as decoration at the end. My long sharpened fingernails poke at the hard stone, tracing the structure of the holy icon. My vision trances for a mere moment…Until I hear it again. I look up…my ears catching a faint…but sound that makes me shiver with delight.
A tiny whimper from the stocks.
A cold smirk plays across my purple lips, and I gracefully make my move forward, nearing the tall grasses. Acting as though a tiger stalking prey…I move ever so slowly…cautious not to make one slight noise…for if I do. The consequences of no food strike again…But that worry is far from my mind. I always get what I want from scratch…it’s what I’ve lived for after all. The dark expression on my face lingers about my features as I near closer. I can smell and hear every movement the human makes. It is that of a mere human child. But they serve good enough…for there blood is fresher than that of the older ones. Though less to give it is sweet and innocence lurks within it when it stains my sharp tongue.
The wind shifts and a different scent catches in my nostrils. I pause for a brief second…figuring out what could’ve contained the powerful aura I smell. My eyes avert for a second before going back in the child’s direction. More whimpers I hear as I draw closer to the scared little one…He is right there. I can feel his tiny aura in the stocks. My grin widens as I gently brush the tall weeds out of my way. My eyes locking upon his big soft brown ones. They were mixed with fear…tears of sadness…his body trembling…and from those parted lips the soft cries through clenched teeth. I grin at this. The emotions I cherish every time I gaze upon the new victims in my powerful grasp…The human eyes can be so full of emotion.
As I stand there, towering over the young boy and cherishing the sweet moment of victory and expression, something cuts through the wind behind me and swiftly I step aside, backing away. I bare my sharp fangs at the intruder. Bright brilliant eyes searching for thou who shall pay for interference. I look upon a human figure…he is the same tall height as me. Sandy locks of his bangs drop upon those unforgettable blue eyes. Glaring at me…for I am the enemy…I am the inferior to his pitiful human race. A dark red cape drapes upon the dirt stained earth and weeds. He wears some armor over muscles…a knight perhaps? Yes…he has changed quite a bit.
He pants. Sweat stains the dirty golden hair as it rolls down his face. I cannot help but stare at the faintest scratch upon his cut cheek. Most likely a branch or sharp weed must have struck him on his way to save the weaker…younger offspring of a fellow villager. A thick metal made sword pierces the ground in front of the child, as he stands a protective pose in front of him.
Title : Crimson
Rating : R
Warnings : Language, violence, gore, torture, adult scenes, street/gang related stuff…yeah…<br>
Categories : Action/Adventure/Romance/Horror/Angst
Summary : Once upon a time…when the world was new…Satan’s creatures…such as vampires threatened the innocence’s lives. But one faithful day…a knight comes along and seals them away with a mighty sword. Thus the human race lives peacefully…until one day…the seal is broken. And the vampires come back with a vengeance…and bloody revenge. But will faith set one vampire’s heart upon his worst enemy?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ __ _ _ _ _ __
Prologue
_____________________
By Hikari
~
Silent night with the holy strands of moonlight beaming down upon the still earth caught gaze of many creatures of night. A mere movement averted the eyes of those locked onto the wind flooded fields that sunk in the night sky’s shadow. Brilliant stars and moon clung above in the blanket of darkness but yet nothing that could’ve created the movement had shown itself nor dared move again.
All was silent except for the soft whispers of the wind as she stroked the tall grasses like fur on a feline’s back. The sound of my heart thudded in my chest…slowly beating…slowly proceeding every second worth of the minutes that go by as we all crept swiftly through the darkened area.
Gentle sounds of other creatures nearby caught in our extraordinary ears but we try pushing them out only to ignore for now. I can smell the fresh human scent in the wind…oh how delicious it smells. My lower lip trembles in a silent plea for sweet steaming human blood to stain upon my white fangs.
I have known the consequences of hunting for a while. Vampires feed at night and night only…unless they take that needy risk of being caught in the dim shadows of day. Those who were are tortured by the humans. How they mock us…baring they’re lovely skin that is a ever so delicate shield waiting to be pierced so the warm crimson liquid can stream out into our dry mouths. How I despise the torture they bring psychically and mentally to us…burning us at stake…tortures…pain to the death. As though we were pathetic little witches that hide within forest…<br>
Making rumors about us is a whole different story…Garlic and stakes? A mere excuse to hide their fear…the human mind is a complicated…and yet so easy thing to unwind. They push their fear away and lock it with something untrue…as though they don’t want to face the truth. But when the door opens and fear enters their little minds…they try and do what they think is true. Failing miserably to the death…As we tower over their race. No more begging for blood now. And crosses…<br>
I pause a moment from the depths of thought to cup the mysterious accessory that clings to my neck. Made of pure gold, an strong chain baring a cross as decoration at the end. My long sharpened fingernails poke at the hard stone, tracing the structure of the holy icon. My vision trances for a mere moment…Until I hear it again. I look up…my ears catching a faint…but sound that makes me shiver with delight.
A tiny whimper from the stocks.
A cold smirk plays across my purple lips, and I gracefully make my move forward, nearing the tall grasses. Acting as though a tiger stalking prey…I move ever so slowly…cautious not to make one slight noise…for if I do. The consequences of no food strike again…But that worry is far from my mind. I always get what I want from scratch…it’s what I’ve lived for after all. The dark expression on my face lingers about my features as I near closer. I can smell and hear every movement the human makes. It is that of a mere human child. But they serve good enough…for there blood is fresher than that of the older ones. Though less to give it is sweet and innocence lurks within it when it stains my sharp tongue.
The wind shifts and a different scent catches in my nostrils. I pause for a brief second…figuring out what could’ve contained the powerful aura I smell. My eyes avert for a second before going back in the child’s direction. More whimpers I hear as I draw closer to the scared little one…He is right there. I can feel his tiny aura in the stocks. My grin widens as I gently brush the tall weeds out of my way. My eyes locking upon his big soft brown ones. They were mixed with fear…tears of sadness…his body trembling…and from those parted lips the soft cries through clenched teeth. I grin at this. The emotions I cherish every time I gaze upon the new victims in my powerful grasp…The human eyes can be so full of emotion.
As I stand there, towering over the young boy and cherishing the sweet moment of victory and expression, something cuts through the wind behind me and swiftly I step aside, backing away. I bare my sharp fangs at the intruder. Bright brilliant eyes searching for thou who shall pay for interference. I look upon a human figure…he is the same tall height as me. Sandy locks of his bangs drop upon those unforgettable blue eyes. Glaring at me…for I am the enemy…I am the inferior to his pitiful human race. A dark red cape drapes upon the dirt stained earth and weeds. He wears some armor over muscles…a knight perhaps? Yes…he has changed quite a bit.
He pants. Sweat stains the dirty golden hair as it rolls down his face. I cannot help but stare at the faintest scratch upon his cut cheek. Most likely a branch or sharp weed must have struck him on his way to save the weaker…younger offspring of a fellow villager. A thick metal made sword pierces the ground in front of the child, as he stands a protective pose in front of him.