Welcome to Gaia! ::

((Another poem that no one will read 3nodding ))

Untilted

Placing stars within my pocket,
holding a picture of you within my locket.
With blood dripping down my wings,
I cry because I'm lost in the city of kings.
Fighting against the evil forces of the dark,
I only suffered a single mark.

Wallowing with my weapon close at hand,
Death will soon rule the land.
Warding off those who killed you,
As a sky changes to an ackward hue.
Seeing your face makes me smile,
It tendss to last that extra mile.

I grinned as blood was spilt,
As the world begins to slowly wilt.
I no longer wish to be hear alone,
I could only wish to even hear a low moan.
The enemy's froce seems to increase,
My only option is simply to cease.

I know that you are watching me from above,
For now the only proctection I have is your love.
A golden aura seems to circle around me,
Making me feel ever so free.
The opponents attempts to show their moves,
I manage to bloock them with menacing hooves.

Bloodshed countinues on with every moment,
With everyone their actions I manage to provent.
Soon enough they seem to rest on the floor,
Able to breathe no more.

The battle is finally over,
And my movements seem so much slower.
No longer wishing to be alone,
Thinking perhaps you may even have a clone.
I know these will never come true,
Whatever should I do?

I look towards the sky seeking advice,
Could we be together for a cheap price?
I hold my locket ever so close,
Thinking of you the most.
I begin emptying out my pocket of stars,
Hoping they'll return to where you are.

((To all you peopel posting..... I'M READING THESE!!! scream Don't think you're talent's are goin' unnoticed. 3nodding ))

((I know that most of you have read this before in the Stadium, but you're reading it again... it's the prologue to a short story I'm gunna start writin' soon))

Leviathan Chronicles

Prologue

Leviathan Stadium. For decades this fighting arena was not only a magnet for the greatest and best fighters in all of Gaia, but also turned itself into a rather large cultural hub as well. The news of the Leviathan Stadium not only brought skilled fighters, but also researchers, scientists, musicians, media, and many people from many cultures. Despite it's publicity, it somehow seemed to stay relatively hidden from the general public. The stadium itself was about twice and a half the size of a football field with walls stretching around 7 stories high. Despite it's large size, it was actually rather hard to find, due to the thick forest surrounding 3/4 of it, and an ocean along the rest. Once one was to walk inside, they'd be greeted by a rather immaculately decorated hallway. After about only 15 feet or so, the hallway intersects a second hallway in a crossroad. Down the left and right paths there was a door, both leading into "Portal Rooms." Inside said room were hundreds of portals, each with script above them. Each script was a name; the name of the arena the portal would take you to. No one was exactly sure how these portals worked, save one man, the man who had created this gigantic place.

Shortly after the hallway split, the main hallway grew larger, both sides flanked with very decorative pillars and paints of the more well known fighters to have come to this place and special moves they had used. About fifty feet down the hallway, the path splits yet once again into crossroads. On the left was a plaque that read "Hospital/Recovery Room and Guest Rooms." Down that hall, a path opened to the right that led toward the 20 large rooms for guests to stay in as needed. The other direction in the path took one to the Hospital where fighters could go to cure them of their wounds or ailments. On the other side of the main hallway, opposite the Hospital and Guest Rooms was another plaque that read "Security." In the security room were scores of televisions and piles and piles of VHS tapes, each containing fights in each of the hundreds of arenas. Against the wall is a huge, steel bolted door upon which reads "Armory," yet scratched under that in etchy letters it says, "Dante's Room." Next to the armory is yet another plaque with the words, "In memory of Dante Daniel Decker. You will never be forgotten. We will miss you, friend."

Back in the main hall, only about fifteen more feet after the second crossroads was a huge set of wooden, steel embraced, double-doors through which one would enter the Leviathan Stadium Arena. The arena itself looked the size of two football fields as if placed next to each other. Thousands upon thousands of seats lined the arena for spectators to come and view the fights occurring in the Main Arena. About 20 rows up into the stands is a large, open spot that circled the entire arena. This was what was known as the Merchant's Ring. This was placed in the stadium for people to do whatever they wished to. One could get sustenance, find literature, go to a club, or sit and talk. This was the Leviathan Stadium in a nutshell, glancing at it from the outside. Yet inside, one would discover there was much more to this place then meets the eye.

Forgotten Memory

Your skin soon turns clear and transperent,
None of your thoughts become apperent.
You try and get the attention of your friend,
But they only think you are pretend.
You slowly turn into a distant memory,
As you are wondering the empty cementary.

The sight of you is now completely gone,
As you wonder how everything seemed to go so wrong.
Everyone has seem to forgotten on who you are,
Didn't it seem your plan had went so far?
You soon become a forgotten past,
That no one is willing to unmask.

A cold breeze runs down your spine,
As you hear the whispers saying "please be mine?"
Are you glad that you are now dead,
When your blood had become a dark crimson red.
Welcome to the Land of the deceased,
For now you will never live in peace.

Leo:

Leo is characterized by the lion, a symbol of pride, dignity, and nobility. Perhaps more than some other personality types, Leos can be deeply wounded by an insult or personal slight, yet their generosity and good nature can make them very forgiving. Traditionally, the Leo personality is famous for its magnificent charm. Most Leos have a persuasive smile that can get them just about anything they want. They like to take good care of their physical appearance, and usually have an animal magnetism that gets attention wherever they go. But Leo doesn't rely on charisma alone. There is a lot of creativity and strength in this sign. Natural leaders, Leos are sometimes accused of being arrogant or stubborn, but in fact it is their confidence and persistence that produce success. Even when things don't go as planned, Leo's inborn grace may save the situation. Appealing in social situations, as a friend, Leo can be counted on to brighten anyone's day.

Symbol: The Lion

Ruling Planet: Sun

Element: Fire

Cross/Quality: Fixed

Group: Intellectual

House Ruled: Fifth

Polarity: Positive

Opposite Sign: Aquarius

Favorable Colors: Red/Blue

Lucky Gem: Ruby

Key Body Part: Heart & Spine

Period: July 23 - Aug. 22

Basic Profile: Outgoing, warm, friendly, generous, loyal, likable, entertaining, likes attention, confident, cherrful, creative, strong-willed, charismatic, proud, extrovert, but can be demanding, dogmatic, controlling, afraid of rejection

BLOOD
(From the creators and players of fabolous rp such as Devil-Angel and Terra Love)

(Produced by EV & LR Company)

Episode 1: First Blood

::A full moon night shines down on the city below. Rays of white light reflect off the roofs of buildings. Shadows cast, and move. One shadow in particular moves with great speed, swiftness, and gracefull. Running at full sprint, she leaps from building to building. The moon reflecting in her pale hazel eyes. Her white blonde hair whipping away from her pale skinned face. She was chasing prey. She watches him jump down into an alley and she leaps as well coming down a pace or two behind him. Wrong move, the man runs the wrong way of a dead end alley. As he turns he sees her. In a split second the blade of her sword archs fast, the moonlight only catching for a moment as it comes down, slicing the man. Blood spraying against the walls of the alley. A few more swipes to make sure the man is dead, and she's done. Her sword already sheathed. She stands over the body looking down. Alitte bit of blood on her cheek. The scent of blood so thick in the air she feels blood lust begin to creep up her back, but she pushed it away to feel nothing again. She looks at the body for a few more seconds then turns, walking into the darkness, vanishing into the shadows. Not ever really knowing who she had killed. All she knew, was he was just another vampire slayer,and he had picked a fight with the wrong blood line. She defened whom ever hired her. And even then protected without pay, just for the thrill of killing another slayer. She was known well as Wicked, the murderer of crows. Sitting now atop a high rise building she looked down over the city. She would hunt for food tonight. As smoke from her cigarette escaped her lips she smiled. Crow was the term vampires used now-a-days for slayer. And she had killed another, the seventh one this week. Flicking her cigarette away, she stood up using her hawk eyes, to find her prey, smiling again, she vanished. Another hunt was on, but this time, for only a pathetic mortal::


Episode 2: Blood Hunter

-It was raining. That's all I could remember...the night I was first woken up. The drops hurt as they hit my face, and stung my eyes. I had no idea of where I was or for that matter who I was.
It was all relative of course. Whatever God was out there seemed esteemed enough to leave only two things in my mind. Shigami...and Crescent Moon.
I remember, it's ironic considering I only remeber that night and everything else after that night, laying in that clearing...and the sky bled itself on me and all the damn trees. I was soaked to the bone, and covered in blood. Like a newborn infant. It was so horrifying not knowing where I was, or who I was. My head wouldn't even let me think. But thats all relative...like I said before. This is the here and now.-

He snapped out of his musing, in time to re-focus his finely tuned eyesight back on the scene before him. The Miaka clan had hired him to take out their rival competitors, and he had of course refused, stating to them his line of work. It was then when explanations were given that he understood. They could have easily taken care of this themselves...but the competitors in question, were way out of their league. Emotionless, he slowly stood, having judged the entire probality for sucess after assertaining their entire set up...5 minutes. That's all it would take to clean out the nest of bloodsuckers. He wondered which sect they came from...But then again they all were the same to him. The moonlight suddenly revealed itself as a group of clouds made way, and he gave one last glance to the scene below...and entire warehouse of them, packing and readying drugs for shipment.
"Hmpth."
He lifted his chin up, took one last glimpse at the full moon, and leapt off the cornice of the rooftop, falling downwards, his arms out, knees bent...and he knew that their heightened senses were already kicking in, and the closest one looked up, wondering where the high pitched whistling noise was coming from...only to discover it was a 4 foot long stainless steel blade, dripping with liquid, and soon red liquid as it diced the first bounty in half, a clean seperation between head and body, the look of disbeleif frozen on the monsters face as a gush of blood stained the front of Shigami's leather jacket and white fur on his collar. Soon the night air itself was alive with more of the now alerted creatures...and he swung the blade back. His face..stoic and emotionless....as always.

-500 yen a kill. And 25 targets. 4 minutes and 34 seconds left until I have to kick in my discount rate. This'll be fun.-

He glanced down at the head, and looked to the back of its neck, ot what was left of it, and deciphered the marking that had been there.

-So they were Chunz Sect...I thought they stopped messing in the drug trade.-

"Hear me now Chunz sect...Shinigami has come for you tonite."

The God of Death has arrived.

-When I kill...and blood hits my eyes...it stings..just like that night..when I first was woken up. It stings.-


Episode 3: Bloodstain


::The scent of vampire blood was so thick in the air it would make anyone feel sick. She stood in the center of the warehouse, her eyes scanning over the body bags that littered the ground, and the blood spilled everything. The police were there, not that they were really doing anything but trying to figure out what had happened, when it was clear what had gone done only hours before. The vampires owned the police department, along with other major powers of this city. Looking up through the tops of her eyes, she saw a man in what appeared to be in his early 20's walking up to her. Of course, he was a vampire, and she knew who he was. A cousin of her blood Clan, Michael. Walking up to her she could tell by reading his face he was extremely upset. Angry and saddened. She could understand why, Michael's younger sister, was now among the dead. Looking at her, she read his eyes, she knew what he wanted without having him say a word, but she knew as well, he would tell her.::
"I'm sorry for this Michael....Angel was a beautiful creature.."
::He walked up to her to the point where he was almost touching her. Her put his hand on the back of her head and she leaned her forehead against his, looking at the ground. Michael closed his eyes, and blood tears began to run down his cheeks. He whispered to her::
"I want revenge for this Nava...Make them pay tonight for me..."
::She smiled lightly and brought her forehead away from his to look him in the eye. She put a hand on his cheek::
"I will speak with Manji tonight......it will be done..."
::with that she turned, leaving Michael, he spoke to her in her mind::
"Send the message to the Crows...This night begins the war..."
::she kept walking and was now into the night. Using her mind, it took her half a second to appear on the roof of the huge catholic cathedral in the middle of the city. Another of the powers that ran this city, and the darkest secret kept between the religions of the world. She quickly left the roof walking through the door in the steeple and making her way down the winding stairs. Upon reaching the bottem, she entered the main great hall. She cast a glance at the great stone alter, and her eyes ran over the hundreds of wooden pews. She kept walking to the confessionals. Stepping in she sat down. The small door slid open.::
"Good Eve My Lord Bishop....I'm sure you have heard the sins of the night..."
"I have my chiild...What is it you wish to ask of god on this unholy night"
"Five Crows...Five mortals.....ten in all is all I need to send the message that we are not to be toyed with anymore....Grant me my prayer My Lord Bishop..."
"Ah yes, the Wicked Murderer of Crows, wants to bring the revenge of the death of her kind....so be it..and have fun my child..."
::Smirking, her fangs showing lightly::
"Oh I plan on it...."
::she started to get up to leave::
"One thing my child...
"yes?"
"The mayor holds a grand party in two nights...I want you there...to watch over those who will be acompanying me..."
"As you wish...."
::with that she left this time just walking out the front door. Time to hunt. And before dawn, the murderer of crows, had slain five of the best known slayers, and slain five innocents. She left the message loud and clear.::
"Let the slayer whom killed my brothen see how much evil I can bring to this city....."

::By the next day, the media was full of stories of the murders at the warehouse and the nurders of ten people. Nava smirked watching her television, sitting on her couch, feet on her coffee table. The apartment she lived in was of reasonable size. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, living room and kitchen. She was wearing loose black pants, and a white tank top, her blonde hair up in a pony tail, and small glasses sat at the end of her nose. She really didn't need them but she wore them to look more human during the day. It was about one o'clock in the afternoon. Sighing lightly she turned her head just as her cat jumped up onto the couch next to her purring. ::
Hello ebony..
::she mused lightly petting the ebony black feline. Such a beautiful creature. Her acute hearing picked up from the T.V. that the anchor man had a cold, and that in the background someone was talking. Lokking at the T.V. she saw that the new story was about the mayor's ball, and some of the guests. Her mood shifted, she did not want to go to it. Just to protect some digusting little girl so that the mayor could have sex for the night. Manji made her do the skittest jobs sometimes. But at least the party was early, it gave her time to get home and change so she could hit the streets, and do her thing. She had her sights set on a new crow. A young woman. Smiling, Nava couldn't wait for the sent of blood to fill the streets tonight::

Episode 4: Bloodbath

::It was a cold night. Rain poured down on the city, while lightning and thunder shook its roots. The vampires had struck that night. Nava led the attack. She had followed a female crow back to her base, four vampires had been with Nava. Once inside, they murder over 42 crows. The biggest murder since the early 1900's. Now, Nava was sitting uptop the second biggest church in the city, but unlike the catholic one, this was an abandoned one. Built in gothic style, it was littered with gargoyles, and high spears twisting into the sky. She sat crouched by the ledge looking down on the city, she was soaked to the bone, blood was still dripping off of her. The next move would come from the crows themselves now. And she knew if they found out who she was, they would hit hard and fast against her somehow. It was time to lay low. She retreated out of the rain and into the attic.bell tower of the church, where the huge bells still hung in silence. There was a bed set up, a table with two chairs, candles all over its wooden top. A small wooden box held clothes for her. She wouldn't even hunt for prey for several nights. It was time to hide in shadows. Laying down on the bed, she shivered lightly. And everytime she closed her eyes, she saw what she had done. One of the crows had brought children to the hide out. She remembered the look in their fright filled eyes, as they made their way through. Standing over them, sword drawn and staind with blood, they looked up at her screaming. A girl, and little boy, more than likely sister and brother by the way they were clutching each other. Closing her eyes tighter, she had known the look in her eyes, when she raised her sword. Pure hatered. She remembered screaming out "This is for Angel!". And that was it. The other vampires stood behind her watching her with fear in their eyes. In that single moment, she had earned a respect in the vampire world, because she had killed two innocents in cold blood. Hearing thunder, she opened her eyes, blood tears, she was crying blood tears. And thats when the candle blew out, and the darkness covered her like a blanket to protect her for the night, and following day::

Episode 5: Blood Cell



Several days had passed since the Warehouse Massacre. Of course not a word of the ruined and burnt drugs had been mentioned, only the horrific account of the piles of bodies- all of them beheaded. It was well known among all the hunters that the vampires influence was wide and evergrowing- which spurned a need for the call to duty. But the repurcussions caused by the renegade hunter for hire swelled among all the hunter quickly and furiously. A safehouse had been decimated and not a single human had made it out alive. Shigami had heard of all the events and even read them in the Knightly Journal, a hunter run paper, as he sat at the bar counter of the Rusty Keep, softly taking sips from a small cup. A vile stench rose from the contents but he did not seem to mind. The bar itself was well known among humans and hunters alike, along with other undersirables. As usual it wasn't long before a few hunters, fueled by liquor, decided to vent their frustrations on unlucky patrons.
"s**t! You people have no idea what we do for you every night!"
"That's right you ******** lambs!!"
They continued yelling out, a crash of glass heard and femal screams.
-Sad. They let everything get to them. But to use the language of those monsters...-
Shigami did not care what they actually did, he had a contract of his own to do tonight, but they had to learn their place. Standing up, his boots thudded on the hard wood floor, the chains on his pants legs clanging softly as he stopped at theit table, and raised a single eyebrow. A female tender was pinned to the table by a group of burly Hunters, their breath stinking of alcohol. They gave Shigami a once over and waved him off...with their middle fingers.
"Pshaw...Shigami, get the hell out of here...stupid kid."
"Kid gives me the creeps..."
Shigami smiled lightly...and thenjust as calmly leaned in to grasp at the back of both men's heads and ram them face first into the tall glasses of beer they were conveting. The sound of crashing glass was heard was more, this time with the sickening osund of tearing flesh. The cry of the men was cut short as Shigami lifted them back and left them choking on glass. He turned to go, and was not all to surprised to find Riko blocking his path...it seemed he didn't take to kindly to having his two partners left bloodied.
-Riko...not what I need right now. His kids were killed at the safe house last night. Along...with Shera.-
The usually rowdy tavern quited as the man known as Riko unfolded his arms and met Shigami's expressionless gaze with one of his own. They were just about the same height...and Riko was only 23 years old.
"You...funny. I was just about to head out and look for you..."
"..."
"What's wrong?! I know you have no heart, but you should still have a tounge."
Riko said this softly enough, but there was enough icy hate to elevate it to any one's ears. Riko suddenly leapt forward and grabbed Shigami by his furred collar, lifting him up slightly. Shigami only continued to stare at him blankly.
"Damn you...What do you have to say for yourself?!"
-What can I say...to my best freind.-
"Shigami...! I don't even know you anymore!"
He loosened his grip on the teen and Shigami easily regained his footing on solid ground. Shigami continued to staring at Riko, both men silent. Before Shigami finally turned away slightly and pushed passed Riko, heading out the door.
"Shigami...God help you."
Riko said softly as he turned back to help his still bleeding partners.
-There is no god...not anymore.-
Shigami said to himself as he left the bar and turned up the street, his boots thudding softly on the cracked pavement, his hands stuffed into his pockets. Tonights contract called for the assasination of one Senator Kitchridge of America. The vampires had of course turned the senator to their favor long ago. With his help they maintained a connection with the west coast clans...but if he died, it would certainly stir up some conflict among the monsters...and sever ties for a long time, enabaling the West and East coast hunters to take advantage, along with Shigami's client...a goverment agency known as Gestalt. They were primarily a science division..but who really cared. Shigami smiled gently, looking forward to tonights kill as he walked down the short alley, heading to his loft.
-I awoke to this world two years ago. Ever since then, I had been fighting the monsters in my nightmares, while searching for my past. It was raining...when I screamed myself awake...-
He kept musing for a bit, since it was ironic he could vividly remember everything that happened after those two years, but nothing before. His mental trip was cut short as he stopped mid walk, and narrowed his green eyes, his body pushing to the left just as a high pitched whine cut through the night air and whizzed past him by a mere 6 inches, before the bladed frisbee came to a halt, embedding itself into the brick side of an alley wall. Knelt onto the ground, after pushing to the side, he quickly focused on the trajectory and arc of the weapon and his keen eyes rested onto a shadowed figure atop a fire escape. His nostrils filled with the distinct smell he had come to call, Eu de Vamp.
"Nice...Very nice. Your definetly not the average human. I can see now why the Order decided to send a Death Dealer like me...but I still think its overkill. Hahahahaa..."
The vampire finished laughing, arms resting at his sides as he smoothly took a leap downwards and landed with grace in the filthy alley floor. He stood facing the still knelt Shigami.
"Well now...lets see what else you can do."
Shigami stared the black, leather clad assasin down, rising finally from the floor. Keeping both arms at his sides, he dusted off some grime from his knees.
"No style..."
"?"
With that the vampire ran forward, before leaping to the right and running along with the wall with abaddon, before vanishing, only to deliver a spinning kick to Shigami's left side.
"!!"
The kick had met Shigami's raised forearm, as the vampire stared the crow down hard. Shigami returned the gaze with a cold one of his own, before smiling. The shocked demon leapt back and crouched low, removing from his sides, two more frisbee like saws. The vampires eyes narrowing, and his fangs gleaming with anticipation he thrusted forward and sent the blades flying with supernatural speed and accuracy. Shigami continued silently staring, even as he pushed his body forward, ducking low bit by bit, before his jacket slipped free from his body and he used it to ensnare both disks. The vampire cursed as it stared with disbelief, his weapons caught in the crow's jacket, and then as soon as the jacket slammed against the wall, and then remembered to see where Shigami went, only to realize he had focused too long on the failure of his attack. This realization was driven home with the help of a 38 inch stainless steel blade shattered through the middle of his face, past his skull, and through his brain, and stuck out the back of his head, the sword jammed into the vampires face. The vampire managed to gurgle out a scream as his brain matter leaked out the exit hole, falling to the alley floor with sickening wet pops. The vampires clawed hands went to his face, as he tried to pull the blade free. Still having the use of one eye the vampire gurgled out a surprise as he met Shigami's gaze....Shigami's eye were a deep pool of crimson with a circle of green in the middle of them...
-This...crow...!!!....Is...he enjyoing this?!-
"Your dying..."
"Ngh!"
"Your dying..."
"Gggghffttt!"
Shigami smiled as he leaned in closer...his face slightly gleaming with the spilled blood of his would-be assasin. Shigami smoothly pulled the blade free from the monsters face, as it howled in pain, and a fresh released of gushing blood spilled out, and then was joined with entrails and bone matter as Shigami turned the blade in an arc and cleaved the assasin in half at the waist. The vampire was shedding tears of blood..as it fell to a heap in two peices...in convulsions.
"How does it feel..."
Shigami said softly, before letting the beast rest enternally with a final movement of his blade, decapatating it.
-It stings...-
He thought to himself as he finally breathed out..and wiped his blade clean on the assasins clothes. Glancing up suddenly, he covered his eyes, growling low as high powered head lights suddenly filled the alleyway, and the grisly scene was bathed in fluroscent light...He could make out two people...standing near the vehicle that was producing such stinging light...the corpse of the vampire was slightly smoking.
"Who are you?!"
"That was some excellent work..."
"But really, did you have to massacre the specimen like that? Totally disgusting."
"Your specimen?!"
He stared at them both, a slightly balding man, and a young preppy woman...he could make that out even with all the light in his eyes, as he slowly adjusted to the brightness. He was prety much confused now. They were both dressed inb dark suits, and wore name tags, but he coudln't see that good. It was odd, that they both wore black shades, especially in the middle of the night.
"Who are you people...are you..."
"Human? Yes. We are."
"We were merely testing you big boy."
"Because the Gestalt Agency..."
"Like, only takes the best..."
"And you are it..."
"Shigami."
-Whats going on...the air is heavy...So..heavy...I feel...sleepy...-

Episode 6: Pacts of Blood

The Knightly Journal


According to an investigation, the massacre at the safe house was actually done mostly by one vampire. Authorities say that 95% of the killing was done by a lone vampire, after findings of vampire aura was left. In total there were 42 victems, two of them children. only about ten people were actually killed by four other vampires. The four have been identified and destroyed, the fifth has yet to be identified, although sources say it could have been the vampire Wicked. No one has actually ever seen this mysterious vampire, let alone lived through an attack by this vampire. nothing is known about this vampire either. More details later to come when the investigation is done.



::Nava smiled after reading the paper. She was lounging on the large black couch in Michael's loft. throwing it to the table she looked up at Michael who was walking into the dark room looking troubled. It was daylight, so he was already stressed::
"You didn't tell me there were children in that safe house!!"
"Humans my dear cousin. It's taught the crows that we are not to be messed with..."
"The crows have killed the four that went with you..."
"Thats their fault that they went in the first place.....don't worry about it Michael.....you're safe......"
::she smiled getting up off of the couch and walked up to the stressing cousin of her's. She smiled as she put her finger tips under his chin so he could look her in the eyes::
"You wanted vengence for Angel's death....you got it....not only that but i was acting under orders...the crows will pay for the centuries of murders on our kind....i may be young, but i know our past....and they will pay, if it means me taking every last one daown with my bare hands then so be it...."
::her voice was dark and threatening she was sending a message to her cousin, no betrayals. ::

Episode 7: Bleeding Dreams

::It was close to noon, when Nava returned to the bell tower of the old gothic church. She was tired from being up an entire week, and her body ached from lack of feeding. But now she needed rest. Removing her sword she layed it next to her cot and then removed her coat, revealing her pale shoulders, she ran her hands over her black tank top and then sat down on the cot removing her boots and socks. She sighed running her hand over her face and then layed down, laying an arm across her eyes, to block out the light. As soon as her eyes were closed, she fell asleep, and fell into her usual nightmares...::

--Run......Faster.....push yourself! - *She was running through the alley ways as fast as her legs would move. She wasn't hunting but being hunted. She had made the fatal mistake of stalking the wrong vampire and now was being chased. Something had told her that night not to go out. But her father had told her to finish her job. And now, for her being a slayer, she was being hunted. She slid to a stop as she had run down a one way alley and a wall maybe 12 feet tall stood in front of her. Looking around wildly with honey gold eyes, she searched for a way to get over the wall. She started running again and jumped to the top of a trash can and lept as hard as she could, her hands grabbing the top of the wall. She struggled to pull herself over* --almost there....push it!-- *she got herself to the top of the wall, but her energy was gone and she fell down the other side, landing hard on her back, knocking the wind out of her. Hearing nothing and not sensing a vampire near her, she layed there trying to catch her breath, she closed her eyes for a moment. Her family was one of the best in the world of slayers. She was almost was good as her father, who had retired. Opening her eyes, she rolled painfully to her hands and knees. She put a hand on her ribs, feeling the wetness, and smelling her blood, she had gotten swiped by the vampire's sword. She got to her feet but stood there wobbeling. Then she heard the vampire's laugh and she looked up, fear actually setting in. He grabbed her by the throat.. his free hand taking her sword from her and throwing it so hard it planted itself in a brick wall. She started to fight back, kicking and beating on him wildly. She heard her boot break several of his ribs, but he only winced. He stared at her with a smile, and she glared back at him.* You're a fiesty little crow....I want you to know, that the others that were with you, have run off...I over heard them saying that you were a loss in an ongoing battle....they have abandoned you little one...*Her eyes got wide --no, they can't abandon me, you never leave anyone behind!-- She gasped for air as his grip on her tightened. She looked at him knowing what he would do, he would feed off her and leave her to die* I know who you are little one, and i plan to use you...you will become my daughter of the night....I will bring you into my clan of the MoonTide Vampires........you will be mine! *he started to laugh again when she started to struggle for her life. He then sank his fangs into her, the deep pain spreading quickly through her body, but she kept fighting, throwing her fists, and kicking. And then....all was black*

::Nava woke up at a start, sitting up, her breathing fast and hard. Sweat rolled down over her pale cold skin. Her pale hazel eyes staring at nothing, but what was left of her nightmare, her past in her mind. Getting up she walked out onto the stone balcony, and leaned her hands agaist the banister. Looking to the sky, the sun was setting. She needed to hunt to feed tonight..::

Episode 8: Blood is thicker


::She had traveled during the day and now stood on european soul. Looking up at the huge mansion of Lord Kirov, retired slayer, her human father. She stood there as rain poured down around her and lightning split the sky, she knew the depth of betrayal her father comitted against her all those years ago. When she was a child she always knew her father thought she was never good enough for anything, merely because she was born a girl. That is no excuse to let her die by the hands of the enemy, only to be turned by the enemy that she now calls family. She lifted her arm and unsheathed her sword. The news of this crows death would spread across the world so fast. And every crow will fear her, because he was known as an untouchable, unable to be killed by vampires, because of his skill. His skill will be his downfall, because she knows exactly every move he will make. A smirk played over her blood staind lips and she started for the house. Once inside, she followed the aura Kirov gave off, to his bedroom. She stood at the end of his bed hiding her aura from him and the woman that layed next to him. It wasn't her mother, she figured she was dead. Her eyes glowed a slight honey color. She lifted her sword, and before the lightning was done flashing in the window, Kirov, and the mistress, were dead. They never knew she had been there. ::

Goodnight Father, i hope you dance with the devil on this pale moon night....::she vanished, and by the next morning, was back at her sanctuary, the old gothic church::

Knightly Journal

Untouchable Murdered! Sources say that the untouchable slayer Lord Kirov was murdered in his own home late at night. Officials are keeping quiet about possible suspects, but the rumor is that an actualy vampire, slipped into Kirov's home and murdered him while he slept, having never known the vampire was there. Press leaks are saying that the aura left by the vampire is linked to the same aura left at the safe house terror. Still, no one has yet to identify the mysterious vampire, or blood clan. Some believe that there is an actual clan of vampire not known to the slayer community. It could be possible that the enigma "Wicked Murderer Of Crows" is linked to the clan, and murders, although no one has even identified that particular vampire as well.

Episode 9: All Aboard

:Nava was pissed off. It was about 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and she had been called to Michael's pent house. She had been in the process of moving back into her apartment. Standing there with her hands behind her back, grinding her teeth together to keep from snapping, she listened while The Head Catholic Bishop, or manji as the vampires call him, gave her, michael, and three others orders. They were being used as escort and protection. They had to go with him on the American Vampire Envoy. This was extrememly stupid. She had been staring at the floor, when she realized that the Bishop was standing in front of her. She looked at him through the tops of her eyes, and through locks of her white blonde hair::
Do you have something to say?
You know what I'm going to say M'Lord....
::Michael spoke up looking from Nava to the Bishop::
M'Lord.....i don't think it's smart to bring Nava with us. The crows don't know who she is, and i think it wise that she stay unknown as long as possible....
::The Bishop smiled looking at Nava who was staring at him with daggers in her eyes. She was silently thinking, she would be the one to kill him and not a crow. The three other agreed with Michael, about Nava not going::
I can understand your feelings for the advantage over the crows, but Nava is the best at protecting me....and we wouldn't want me to be killed now do we?
::Michael and the others went quiet, and Nava smirked at the Bishop::
Then it's settled...we leave in 20 minutes...
::the bishop walked away, and Nava's turned to watch him leave. Michael came up behind her, her blood cousin could smell the hate she had. She looked at him over her shoulder and then looked down walking away. She grabbed her sword in the next room and sheathed it to her back. She then picked up several daggers, hiding them on her body as well. She had a feeling creeping into her that something extrememly not planed was going to happen. ::

::It was approaching night, and the group was still on the train. Nava Was standing outside on the back traincar, watching the scenerie speed past her. She wore a black tight small t-shirt, that showed off her stomach, and a long black skirt that hung from her hips and had slits up to the thighs, black knee high boots, and black arm socks. Her blonde hair had grown considerably in the past few days, was down. Her sword was sheathed to her back like usual, but tonight, there was a sword sheathed at her waist as well. Michael was standing inside the car watching Nava, his other sister Sheba at his side. The other two vampires were with Manji. Michael slid open the door and stepped outside with Nava, Sheba following, the door closing behind her::
"It's going to snow....."
"Yea....i can smell the frost in the air...."
"Angel loved the snow....."
::Nava crossed her arms over her chest and sighed, because her breathe was so cold already, she couldn't see it in the cold air. Sheba was right, Angel did love the snow. Michael, Sheba, and Angel had been Nava's family since she was changed. They weren't of the same maker, but were blood related. The Moontide Clan, and SmokeTide Clan, were once one clan, that broke thousands of years ago, but always remained close. Nava closed her eyes, now Angel was gone, and she feared deeply for Michael, whose will had been broken by her death. Nava wasn't all that worried about Sheba, she was very much like her. Turning she looked at her cousins.::

PH34R TEH BLINK

Maximos: I didnt did it?
Tagard: Is everyone here?
Maximos: I'm here!
Tagard: ...Ed?
Ed: where am i
Tagard: A chat, for the three of us.
Maximos: So did it go through?
Tagard: I don't think so.
Maximos: damnit, ok
Tagard: Try it again.
Ed: arrrrg
Maximos: Alright, from the top
Tagard: Ed?
Tagard: What's wrong?
Ed: the pirate song is on
Tagard: ...oi?
Maximos: Wouldnt have to fight to get a demonstration I'd hope
Tagard: Daemon doesn't just flex his being for the simplicity of a demonstration.
Tagard: You ask him to do that and he'll crumble a mountain.
Max: ....
Tagard: Kinda like how Freeza's eyes flashed on Namek, and in the background you just see this explosion.
Max: Crumble a mountain on a whim huh?
Tagard: Something like that.
Tagard: But hell, that's nothing big.

Tagard: I mean, by the Bible you can "move a mountain with the faith of a mustard seed."
Max: Mhmm
Tagard: Daemon's potential doesn't lie in his energy or his ability.
Max: I dont know that I'll ever actually fight yu
Max: you*
Tagard: ...oh...
Tagard: I did it again, didn't I?
Tagard: You see, this is why I don't always enjoy using Daemon...
Max: Well, I just have nothing to combat DBZ-esque mountain crushing powers
Tagard: I was just using it as a reference.

Maximos: IF he can crush a mountain on a whim, without even the slightest of effort, then he can crush any of my characters with a single though
Max: thought*
Tagard: Takes a lot out of him spiritually.
Tagard: But like I told you, a lot of his energy is capped off due to the sword.
Max: Still
Max: He could do it on a whim, I mean he wouldnt have to prepare, he wouldnt have to charge or gather energy, he would just be able to go "poof, mountains gone, and I'm tired". And not a one of my characters has near the physical prowess of a mountain
Tagard: Well, I can introduce Daemon and Tagard at the same time.
Tagard: I'll just have Daemon leave shortly after.
Maximos: I mean yeesh, there are gods that have been unable to crush mountains, like say mount olypmus which isnt even half the size of Everest. But damn, no I think the sight of your aura alone would make him realize it was best to run
Max: I mean imagine how a little child would feel actually meeting the boogeyman?

Maximos: I mean dont ge me wrong Maximos is no weakling, he fought a million man army and defeated it in the course of one day, but even he came out with hundreds of wounds and barely survived. A mountain, well, imagine the Nameless or even the 150lb 5ft long and 5inch wide Dark Sword hacking away at a mountain, Maximos would be like a fly trying to topple an elephant

Maximos: That was the conversation, and then this box opened and Mr.T here said he felt embarassed
Maximos: God please dont tell me it died AGAIN
Tagard: No...
Tagard: But the thing is, Daemon would have to charge for a time.
Tagard: Brief though it might be...it would knock him flat on his a**.
Ed: where did my mountain go again?
Tagard: LOL
Maximos: A time? Oh, you said that he'd just have a flash and bam a whole mountain is gone
Ed: Freeza is in the guild?
Maximos: I mean couple that with his apparent ability to survive a nuclear explosion, and wow
Tagard: I was using it as a referrence...
Maximos: no one stands a chance
Tagard: No, Freeza is not in the Guild.
Ed: Freeza can witstand a nuclear explosion?
Tagard: LOL
Tagard: You a**!
Tagard: No.
Tagard: Daemon can.

Ed: Danger! Danger!
Tagard: But you never let me explain how he could.
Maximos: Thats right, I mean 25 mega tons, in faster than the speed of light
Tagard: Daemon can instantly rift through realities.
Maximos: The speed of light is over 100,000 mph, and because the bomb is faster than light is of course faster than sound, and so the sound of it exploding or beginning to will not be heard until at leat 5 miles of area are waste land
Tagard: Teleporting is a whole different story.
Ed: they set us up the bomb
Maximos: But, for Daemon to then be able to sense the bomb coming, and open a rift, in that time AND save someone else, FM I believe, thats just, I cant beat that
Tagard: Ed...do I have to inject the Rydalin?
Ed: I could still kick his a**
Tagard: lol
Ed: bam bam wham
Ed: its over
Ed: -dances-
Tagard: LOL
Maximos: You kidding me?
Maximos: You'd be getting ready to kick, and he'd be sitting there all like, ready
Ed: Hell I'd certaintly give it a shot
Tagard: I know you would, Ed.
Ed: Same way I'm willing to try against you
Maximos: And then he'd blink and BAM you just went up like a mountan
Tagard: LOL
Ed: well..at least i blinked first
Tagard: LMBO
Ed: that constitutes a move
Ed: <_<

Maximos: Thats all you get
Tagard: I needed that laugh...
Tagard: ...I can't stop...lol
Maximos: And if you try that big a** explosion that toasted the arena, pssht, he'd [insert magical detection which works at faster than the speed of light here] and he'd see it coming, and rift his as out of there then blink you from a distance
Tagard: ...*phewww*
Tagard: STOP!
Tagard: LMBO ROTFLMAO!
Ed: so..
Ed: i would blow up by myself?
Maximos: Yeah!
Maximos: You dont stand a damned chance
Ed: thats..er suicide
Tagard: LOL
Maximos: It'd be like fighting Walter times 80,0000
Ed: Oro...
Ed: i cant count that high
Tagard: LMBO
Ed: i'd still try tho
Ed: maybe he'll miss
Tagard: That is possible.
Maximos: Miss what?
Ed: piss in his eyes or something
Maximos: Miss a blink?!
Tagard: LOL
Maximos: How do you miss a blink?
Maximos: No sir, we have other characters that have existed since the dawn of time
Maximos: Take Juuni for example, but this one
Maximos: This is the genuine article here, and I am touching him with a 5ft sword, or a 10ft pole
Ed: so...
Ed: im not a celebrity anymore?

Tagard: *bending over, trying to catch my breath*...
Maximos: Well yeah
Tagard: "Miss a blink?!"
Tagard: "How do you miss a blink?"
Maximos: But like, that doesnt matter because its like putting
Ed: i could use my body flicker to make him misdirect
Maximos: I dont know, John Travolta against, Ares the God of War
Tagard: That's an automatic. I'm putting that in Daemon's sig.
Ed: and run away
Maximos: John would break out his saturday night fever
Maximos: And Ares would break out a feverish fleet of berserk soldiers and crush him into dust, on a whim
Tagard: Chris, can I quote you on that?
Tagard: About the whole blinking thing?
Maximos: Sure, why not
Tagard: Thanks bro.
Maximos: How can I say no?!
Maximos: God, you could like, snipe blink around a corner with a mirror
Tagard: LMBO
Tagard: That's....that's a first....lol
Ed: stop giving him ideas
Tagard: LMBO

Maximos: Pssht, like it would matter
Maximos: If he wanted us dead he'd just drop a nuke on the place and rift the fleeb out
Maximos: We're toast waiting by the toaster
Tagard: Not a nuke...
Tagard: I'm going to treasure this conversation...
Maximos: Yeesh, me two
Maximos: too*
Maximos: Taugth me a big ol' lesson
Tagard: It's all hillarious in the imagination...especially that sniping with the mirror...
Tagard: But, not possible.
Tagard: At least, not unless the sword itself deemed whomever his opponent was as a severe threat to all existance.
Maximos: I mean fack the son of god
Maximos: We've got the damned killer of god!
Ed: severe..threat..to all existence..
Tagard: Oh no...
Maximos: I mean come on, you blink once, you destroy a mountain!
Maximos: What if you USED BOTH EYES!
Tagard: No no, God is unlimited, Daemon is very limited.
Tagard: LMBO!
Maximos: Limited? Yeah, like a black hole!
Tagard: LOL

Tagard: I wish I could fit this all into my sig...
Tagard: The sword is a severe cap-off on all his power. I mean, the only way he would be allowed to destroy a particular mountain was is no life was on it.
Maximos: Ha! There would be no life on it after he destroyed it!
Ed: zombie killer
Tagard: LOL
Tagard: Too true.
Tagard: But if there is innocent life on that mountain, he would be canceled out by the sword.
Maximos: Yeah, but that doesnt change his power level, versus the power level of just about anyone in the arena. I mean, me, Ed, and maybe Tomm, are usually refered to as the 3 best fighters in this place, but even we would be completely out classed. Sword or not, theres nothing that can touch him! And me, ed, and tomm are the freaking avatars of GODS! So what does that make him, well, by process of elimination, a god!
Maximos: GOD OF THE BLINK!
Tagard: LOL
Maximos: Blinkomaticus! Decimator of worlds!
Tagard: LMBO!
Ed: Bling?
Maximos: No thats someone else, thats his cousin or something
Tagard: "This is the genuine article here, and I am touching him with a 5ft sword, or a 10ft pole" Did you mean to say that, or something else?

Tagard: (to Chris ^)
Maximos: no I meant to say that
Tagard: Okay.
Maximos: oops
Maximos: No no
Tagard: Oh...
Maximos: Thats supposed to say I am not touching him
Maximos: "I am not touching him with a 5ft sword or a 10ft pole"
Tagard: Man...it won't let it fit!
Ed: i wanna touch him
Maximos: Yes, this need to be in your sig, fighting you is more dangerous than even fighting the Destroyer
Ed: right in the solar plexus!!!
Tagard: LOL
Tagard: It's pretty tight right there, Ed.
Ed: Thats what she said too... but I proved her wrong 8o|
Tagard: ...
Maximos: Was that before or after she was blinked to death?
Tagard: I knew I shouldn't have phrased it that way.
Tagard: LOL
Tagard: Okay okay...since I can't fit it all in...try and create up something that would sum everything you've said so far about Daemon?

Maximos: "
Ed: "He set us up the bomb"
Tagard: Lol
Maximos: "He is god of the blink. You will lose. ph34r"
Tagard: Something a bit more...descriptive.
Tagard: lol
Tagard: I'll take that though...
Tagard: OH! Can I save bits of the conversation somewhere and have that in a link?
Ed: "Blink and you die."
Tagard: LOL
Ed: "He's faster than a blinking eye."
Tagard: lol
Tagard: Nah, too general.
Maximos: I mean I today know for a definite fact that I will NOT be fighting him. Ever. He completely shatters any power level my characters have, and any and all concept I had of balance, or what I've been teaching Brightdreamer, Zee, Xenin, Ryugi, John Trio, and all my other newb students
Maximos: "Go for the eyes, or die"
Tagard: ...
Tagard: They...can regenerate...?

Maximos: He regenerates, AND he rifts?
Tagard: He's Hellfire!
Maximos: wow, I dont want to see his unbreakble shield
Tagard: No, that can be broken.
Maximos: With what? A mountan?
Tagard: lol
Tagard: No.
Ed: Use the Lance of Romulas
Ed: it peirced Jesus Christ
Tagard: That could work...
Tagard: That would work...
Maximos: The Destiny Spear?
Maximos: Yes, your right, I think THEY SELL THOSE IN THE GIFT SHOP!
Ed: And for reason, that s**t is sitting in Dante's work shop, I kid you not
Tagard: LOL
Ed: No..I'm serious.
Maximos: I know you are
Ed: Dante had weird s**t in there
Tagard: Daemon is not without his own weaknesses.
Maximos: Thats what I mean, and what are we possibly gonna do against that? We dont all have the damned thing, and we cant get through his rifting, regeneration, and otherwise unbreakable shield
Tagard: Oooo...here's a nice scenario for you: Daemon gets a piece of dust in his eye...

((I don't know if this counts...its not poetry, but I'm writing a fanfic on Fanfiction.net. Its An Evangelion fanfic called, Destiny's Power: Strength of the Heart. It only has 3 chapters so far, but if you want to, you can run by and take a look... sweatdrop ))