Hirqa
November 2nd, 2007, 06:45 PM
The First of the VampiresBy: Hirqa
This was the time of years when the trees dropped their leaves and the night drew longer. Over Lake Axehead; a thick fog settled over the calm waters. The sun made it’s way to the horizon, colouring the thick grey clouds in the sky brilliant shades of orange and pink. Darkness rose from the east and the first stars where beginning to appear.
And along the shores of the mighty lake, nothing stirred. Nothing. Not a fish jumping out of the water or an otter teaching it’s kin to dive and hunt. The otter camp was also still. And barren. One of their leader’s kinsman had died of some kind of animal bite and they where preforming the rites. The Mage and leader stood side by side, while the Mage muttered the sacred voes. The rest of the clan stood around the two, bowing their heads in silence.
The dead kinsman lay upon a mattress of old branches and lake seaweed, his skin incredibly pale. The vivid marks of the creature that bit him seems to glow a bloody red on his neck and the dead marks upon the man’s skin where almost gone. The clan finished the rite and went back to the camp in silence. But one of them remained.
The Otter girl was almost as pale as her dead father. Her eyes where completely colourless and her petite frame was transfixed on the carcass of the dead man. Touch him. The trees whispered. Do it. The lake added as the thick fog came toward them. The girl’s hand twitched, then she raised her arm and leaned toward the corpse.
Without warning, the man’s hand shot toward the girl, who was no older than seven summers. He grasped the girl’s neck and she gasped for air. The undead man chuckled and her grip tightened and again the girl tired to inhale. With ease, the man threw the girl to the ground as if she where a twig. The girl claws the earth and her chest rose and fell quickly; her eyes fixed upon the pale image of her father as he sat up.
The man smirked slyly and his lifeless body tensed. He threw himself like an arrow down upon his daughter, pinning her to the ground. His heavy hand held her down, while he opened his mouth as wide as he could. His tiny, blunt canine teeth grew into large fangs and he peered down at the girl.
The young child tried to move, but her father was much to strong. Her eyes widened in fear as she watched her father grow the fangs of a wolf. She, too, opened her mouth to scream, but only a sharp cry came out. Her father snarled and covered her mouth, then clamped his jaws together. Do it. The trees and lake whispered together as the mist blurred the vision of the young child.
Then a pain shot threw her. She bit her fathers hand and he removed it with a growl, and she whimpered in pain. She was unable to scream, unable to move. Her hand gripped the ground as she closed her eyes tightly, breathing hard. On her neck; bit marks from her father bled horribly. Crimson blood trickled down onto the earth and with an evil chuckle the horrible man licked the liquid and smiled, climbing to his feet.
“Papa..” the girl whispered, the colour leaving her body once again. She watched as he loomed over her and she realised that he was no longer her father. He was a demon; his name and clan soul had left his body. He was a ghost, with no memory of his previous life. And he was a demon; trapped in the body of an undead man.
With the last of her life draining from her body; the girl began to cry. The man who was her father snarled angrily and kicked her hard in the side. She heard a crack and howled in pain, her left hand gripping her neck and her other gripping where her father had kicked her. She whimpered and looked up at him, but he was still an evil demon staring down at her.
The girl cried out again as she felt her name and clan soul leaking out of her bite wound. She lifted her left hand and looked at it, seeing that her own blood had covered her small hands. Then, her hand fell with a thump onto the ground. Her head turned to the west and she exhaled her last breath.
The man chuckled and looked about, seeking his next victim. He wondered down to the lake, then peering threw the fog and at the waters. But he saw nothing. He did not have a name soul, so he did not have a refection. He laughed evilly and started toward the Otter camp, his large fangs hanging outside his mouth, pressed onto his lower lips.
The demon looked up, seeing someone peering at his threw the fog. “Hylin!” The person called, running down toward the man. The young adolescent boy smiled, but soon his grin disappeared. “Your not Hylin!” He cried, running back to the camp. He snarled and chased after him, evil chuckles escaping him as he ran with amazing stamina and speed. But the boy reached the camp before him, and now the man was surrounded. The clan whispered to one another as the watched the undead man. He chuckled and moved forward, only to be stuck by an arrow directly over his heart.
Amazingly, he clenched the arrow and twisted it away from his heart. He fell to his knees and chuckled, which erupted into a roar of dark laughter. “Too late!” He cried, falling onto his chest. The Mage stepped forward and listened to the fading laughter, then looked about.
On the treeline of the beach, a young girl stood behind a tree, watching. A smile curled onto her pale lips. The undead vampires are coming.
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1,001 words.. Not including the title.
xDD
I'm very proud of this, I like it. I just hope you all do too!
Yes, it's about the first vampires to roam the earth. Hope that's okay, it is Halloween based, after all.
This was the time of years when the trees dropped their leaves and the night drew longer. Over Lake Axehead; a thick fog settled over the calm waters. The sun made it’s way to the horizon, colouring the thick grey clouds in the sky brilliant shades of orange and pink. Darkness rose from the east and the first stars where beginning to appear.
And along the shores of the mighty lake, nothing stirred. Nothing. Not a fish jumping out of the water or an otter teaching it’s kin to dive and hunt. The otter camp was also still. And barren. One of their leader’s kinsman had died of some kind of animal bite and they where preforming the rites. The Mage and leader stood side by side, while the Mage muttered the sacred voes. The rest of the clan stood around the two, bowing their heads in silence.
The dead kinsman lay upon a mattress of old branches and lake seaweed, his skin incredibly pale. The vivid marks of the creature that bit him seems to glow a bloody red on his neck and the dead marks upon the man’s skin where almost gone. The clan finished the rite and went back to the camp in silence. But one of them remained.
The Otter girl was almost as pale as her dead father. Her eyes where completely colourless and her petite frame was transfixed on the carcass of the dead man. Touch him. The trees whispered. Do it. The lake added as the thick fog came toward them. The girl’s hand twitched, then she raised her arm and leaned toward the corpse.
Without warning, the man’s hand shot toward the girl, who was no older than seven summers. He grasped the girl’s neck and she gasped for air. The undead man chuckled and her grip tightened and again the girl tired to inhale. With ease, the man threw the girl to the ground as if she where a twig. The girl claws the earth and her chest rose and fell quickly; her eyes fixed upon the pale image of her father as he sat up.
The man smirked slyly and his lifeless body tensed. He threw himself like an arrow down upon his daughter, pinning her to the ground. His heavy hand held her down, while he opened his mouth as wide as he could. His tiny, blunt canine teeth grew into large fangs and he peered down at the girl.
The young child tried to move, but her father was much to strong. Her eyes widened in fear as she watched her father grow the fangs of a wolf. She, too, opened her mouth to scream, but only a sharp cry came out. Her father snarled and covered her mouth, then clamped his jaws together. Do it. The trees and lake whispered together as the mist blurred the vision of the young child.
Then a pain shot threw her. She bit her fathers hand and he removed it with a growl, and she whimpered in pain. She was unable to scream, unable to move. Her hand gripped the ground as she closed her eyes tightly, breathing hard. On her neck; bit marks from her father bled horribly. Crimson blood trickled down onto the earth and with an evil chuckle the horrible man licked the liquid and smiled, climbing to his feet.
“Papa..” the girl whispered, the colour leaving her body once again. She watched as he loomed over her and she realised that he was no longer her father. He was a demon; his name and clan soul had left his body. He was a ghost, with no memory of his previous life. And he was a demon; trapped in the body of an undead man.
With the last of her life draining from her body; the girl began to cry. The man who was her father snarled angrily and kicked her hard in the side. She heard a crack and howled in pain, her left hand gripping her neck and her other gripping where her father had kicked her. She whimpered and looked up at him, but he was still an evil demon staring down at her.
The girl cried out again as she felt her name and clan soul leaking out of her bite wound. She lifted her left hand and looked at it, seeing that her own blood had covered her small hands. Then, her hand fell with a thump onto the ground. Her head turned to the west and she exhaled her last breath.
The man chuckled and looked about, seeking his next victim. He wondered down to the lake, then peering threw the fog and at the waters. But he saw nothing. He did not have a name soul, so he did not have a refection. He laughed evilly and started toward the Otter camp, his large fangs hanging outside his mouth, pressed onto his lower lips.
The demon looked up, seeing someone peering at his threw the fog. “Hylin!” The person called, running down toward the man. The young adolescent boy smiled, but soon his grin disappeared. “Your not Hylin!” He cried, running back to the camp. He snarled and chased after him, evil chuckles escaping him as he ran with amazing stamina and speed. But the boy reached the camp before him, and now the man was surrounded. The clan whispered to one another as the watched the undead man. He chuckled and moved forward, only to be stuck by an arrow directly over his heart.
Amazingly, he clenched the arrow and twisted it away from his heart. He fell to his knees and chuckled, which erupted into a roar of dark laughter. “Too late!” He cried, falling onto his chest. The Mage stepped forward and listened to the fading laughter, then looked about.
On the treeline of the beach, a young girl stood behind a tree, watching. A smile curled onto her pale lips. The undead vampires are coming.
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1,001 words.. Not including the title.
xDD
I'm very proud of this, I like it. I just hope you all do too!
Yes, it's about the first vampires to roam the earth. Hope that's okay, it is Halloween based, after all.