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 Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 3:44 am
Begins: March 25 Ends: March 27th
The rules are simple. Write a prompt with the theme "Vampire". (This pet is MALE, btw.) And please, lets leave out "sparkling killers." orz;;
Write your entries in this thread!
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 11:58 am
Always shoot for the Moon... I have a question? When it says vampire theme does it mean do some sort of rp type thing making him vampire like- or make it so the entire thing is like vampire themed? Sorry Just trying to understand ...because even if you miss you'll land in the stars.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 8:30 am
Meaning, your prompt is using him AS a vampire. What kind is your choice.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 9:02 am
He awoke to the feeling of freezing. Oddly enough, the feeling of icy coldness wasn't coming from the air around him... It was coming from within him, he noticed, spreading from his heart to his fingers and toes. He was lying on the ground. He couldn't remember how he had gotten there.
...The coldness. He knew what it meant, he did. It scared him. Scared him a lot. But he couldn't find any expressions for it within himself. With the stiff slowness more common to the elderly, he pushed himself up from the ground. Besides the inner freeze, his head hurt, like it would've been a balloon someone was slowly filling with air - slowly but surely about to break. It was so hard to find any words, not to mention to connect them into anything coherent. He tried to think with images, thinking like that might be easier. But if words were slow, images were out of focus. He blinked a couple of times and rubbed his aching head.
...Something bad happened to him. Something he couldn't change. Was it his fault? Did it matter? ...The coldness. That was it, he wasn't warm. Not warm on the inside. It was important, it meant something important, and terrible. He knew, it was on the tip of his tongue, a rope just out of his reach. If he could just...
Carefully, he stoop up. He felt dizzy and fell back on his knees. Then he saw - the red on the ground. It was his. Someone had taken it from him - not all of it he knew, but enough to cause the coldness.
...Death. Yes, that's what it was. He had died, something had killed him. Something had taken his life, but he wasn't dead. He... he was not what he used to be. He couldn't help the frightful shivers, he held himself tight... He felt tainted, sick.
He knew he was something he shouldn't be. He was wrong. He had not done wrong, he was wrong. He should die, once more.
...But he was afraid. So much was lost, so much was a blur, but he remembered the fear before the end - when he was still warm, he had feared, feared so much. He wasn't ready to die. Nor was he keen on the idea of existing, tainted... But he was so lost. There was so much he craved to know.
Craved. Craved... Not only knowledge, something... Red? The craving made him nauseous with terror, but it also gave him reason to go on. He stood up, more confidently this time.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 2:00 pm
There are many ways to become a vampire. Victims of murder are especially susceptible, as well as those who die young. The corpse could be jumped or flown over by an animal, non-sanitized wounds could fester into undead infection postmortem, and, naturally, a vampire's victims will almost surely rise from the dead to prey on the living.
Then, of course, there are the victims of infectious and deadly diseases.
Like me.
I had caught something the doctor called consumption. There was a fever, a loss of appetite, chills and night sweats - and that damned cough. That ever-present cough that burned my throat and brought tears to my eyes, that brought up blood nine times out of ten, that slowly began to sound like a dry death rattle. I still have that damned cough. I try not to breathe too much, so I don't irritate it, but sometimes I forget that I don't have to anymore.
The last thing I remember of my life among the living was a sense of warmth and love. My sickbed - pardon, my deathbed - was tended by at least one member of my family at all times, so that someone would always be nearby when need arose. That need was, in non-terminal situations, often mundane - medicine, soothing words, a bedpan or chamberpot in a steady hand. In cases like mine, they also played the role of deathwatch. I remember my sister calling the rest of my family into my room when I felt my grasp on life fading at last. They were there when I died - it was a great comfort.
Not that they were repaid for their comforting presence in any gracious manner. The typical first act of a newly-risen vampire is, of course, to seek sustenance - usually from their family. I was no exception to that rule. After the first death, many more follow, appearing to be from the same consumptive disease. Sometimes, it really is just lingering traces of illness - most of the time, though it's a vampire, come to drink greedily of their family's vital energy. It was a terrible thing that I did, killing my entire family - but it could not be helped, I could not control my hunger then as I can now. I did the only kindness I could for them, and tried to make sure that none of them would come back as I had. I killed them quickly when I could, and guarded their graves from any unwonted disturbance until nothing but moldering dust remained.
Being somewhat smarter than the average ghoul, I decided a wandering lifestyle might be more conducive to my continued existence. Sip, sip, sip, gently taking from many wide-spread sources. I established a somewhat regular route over the years, with many caves and deep forest hollows to hide me from the burning, blasting light of the sun. I slip from town to town, invisible and unnoticed except for the occasional hacking cough. As far as I can tell, my judicious feeding has so far caused mo more vampires to rise... a very, very good thing indeed. It is a terrible thing, and lonely, to be a vampire.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 10:15 am
Monsters? Ahaha. I laugh. This ain't no kiddie story, let me start you off with that. Giving me a label isn't going to get you anywhere, 'cuz honestly? It don't offend me. I'm here not because I want to be spooky, not because I want to start some intimate love affair, not even because you might be able to cure me through some plot-bending adventure. No, no, I'm here because I'm thirsty. And baby, you got one attractive neck on you.
It's actually funny, thinking about it. All this fear of vampires. Sure, we can drain you dry, but those who do are the REAL gluttons. The ones who I'd kill myself, honestly, if I could get my hands on 'em. They kill off the humans, and they seem to forget that if the human supply runs out, so do we. You'd be amazed at the stupidity of one caught in the throes of our condition. See, myself, I take a nibble, here and there. A mouthful, maybe two, then I'm off back into the night. There can be a happy medium, I think. Really, there's no point in killing you. Not when I can come for you again. Not when you don't even remember it after I'm done. I can make the whole process, which I can only imagine is a little unpleasant, go right away to meld into the eternal sunshine in your spotless little mind.
And really, don't worry. It's not contagious. I, for one, have not produced any new vampires. I'm almost positive it's not a disease. I couldn't exactly call it a disease, because Hell, our kind's not even really living, are we. And where would be the fun in popping new vampires, like a... like a sow, haha. Know what happens when the demand for anything, blood included, goes up? Competition. We don't need infighting, honestly, when we could keep ourselves happy and full. Anyone who longs for companionship when they're bloodthirsty like us really isn't cut out for this whole Nightwalker bit.
I see that look in your eyes. You think I'm awful cynical, don't you. You're right. I'm cynical. EXTREMELY so. I see these people, my... let's be honest, my victims. They live happy lives, out in the sun, smiling and laughing, all the things people should be doing. I'm a child of the night, stuck in the shadows, cowering like a wounded animal until the sun goes down. Fearing that I'll disintegrate like an old sheet of paper if I go out too early. Then I have to take from these happy people and flee again, lest I get held down and staked. I've seen THAT lovely bit of murder go on, and let me tell you, it most certainly does not look pleasant. So I run, and I feed, and I run again. Sometimes I can stick around, when there are tiny villages or just a single household. But most of the time, I need to run. It's a cycle, not vicious, but most certainly and unpleasant one, which I am fortunately accustomed to, after I can't even imagine how long.
That might be the hardest part of this, I think. I have not the slightest clue how old I am, I've been doing this for so long. I'm a mutie, an aberration, a spirit who's been tainted, somehow. I can't remember how it happened, and that might be what I'll need to find out before I make my final exit from this world. Where I come from, and how I've been made into this. Don't get me wrong, I won't try to undo it. I've long since doubted any cure other than the ashen stake, which seems to end just about every ill one like me might have. But I'd still like to know, for... closure, I suppose the word would be.
But I see that you're scared. Terrified, even. I've been yammering, I know. My most SINCERE apologies, but sometimes, it's good to think over existence, you know? You're a good little victim, though, and you've weathered through it, so I'll reward you. I'll make it quick, and painless, and make you forget all about it. And then I'll be on my way to the next town.
Now, look deep into my eyes... They look like harvest moons, don't they...? Look into my eyes and go to sleep...1
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 10:57 pm
I forgot about the 1 pet rule for the event i won a homunculi in the newbie flat.
1 minute ticks by. 1 minute to your death to your destiny. Death was so relative a word it was perhaps the way one viewed death. For me death was only the beginning. Perhaps I shouldn't get into the details, describing ones death was so declasse'. I was anything but the common vampire I had class I had style and what I like to think of as a killer smile quite literally if you get my drift..
While some might cry red blood tears in remembrance of their past life I realized in my changed state. I was powerful and nobody would ever be able to hurt me again. I was a predator among predators and i loved the hunt it was a marvelous never-ending game.
I lifted my nose and scented the wind. Ahh ..I smelled pray ahead, and my stomach was grumbling. “Food! It shouted in constant demand. With swift feet I followed a dirt path inhaling the wind. With the moon shining so bright I had little trouble following the trail. Up ahead I spotted a pair of glowing eyes. I raced forward and attacked. My sharped fangs broke through skin and I latched on, my hands clutched her body hard. I was amused as she screamed and thrashed drawing blood from my arms with her sharpened nails. “Your just as sweet as chocolate,” I whispered into to her ear . She chuckled hysterically, “ you’ve won this game of tag.” Her smile as she lost consciousness showed her own set of pointed teeth. I drooped her unconscious body to the ground and wiped her blood from my face. With a chilling smile I gazed up at the moon and licked the blood off from my arms.
Tonight I had won this game but I was sure she would plan her own retribution in the nights ahead. In our world you have to become as strong as a demon and as cruel as fate to survive. For us Preternatural tag was a way to increase strength, speed, and senses. They call us cryptids or creatures of Myth. There are many of us and not all of us are vampires.
Why do you fear the dark? Why because somewhere there a group mentality that you are not alone. You think you’re the biggest predator out there your not! There is always something bigger badder and darker out there. Until I meet my match I will hunt and kill and drink. With a smile, I’ll bring you a step closer to your death and your destiny.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 5:44 pm
Lovely entries!
I award the winning post to: iiHuski Naeus
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