The Pendent of Blood
By: Jacob Ray (Username: Krylik)
Thank you, Steven Lopez, David Ray Sr., Darlene Goudie, Jeffery Goudie, and all of my friends for listening to my story.
Prologue
At the age of ten, I was fascinated in the sword play of the stereotypical ninja. For about three to four hours a day, I would practice with a three foot plastic katana that I have gotten from my tenth birthday.
Then as the years went by and I turned the age of fifteen, my parents had given me a real five to six foot katana for my birthday. But this was no ordinary katana; my parents had ordered from a local blacksmith and then put runes and various spells on its blade themselves. As you see, my mother was an herbalist and my father was an alchemist at the time; both had put their minds together to create such powers for the blade and both had enjoyed themselves awhile having done so.
That very day we were having so much fun with just the three of us. That is until a man dressed in a leather coat, ragged jeans, boots, and a hand gun in left hand. The wrinkles on the man’s face looked like the wrinkles of a raisin on a humid day, but worst he had the expressions of anger, loss, depression, hate, and sorrow all over his face. As I saw my parents stop what they were doing and confront the man, they had also told me to gather what I need and leave the house through the back door. When I did what my parents told me, I heard gunshots and a car screeching away from my home, so I raced back inside my house just to see my parents dead on the floor, and the last thing remember they had said to me is that they loved me no matter where they would be.
Three long lonely years went by and my parents’ wills had been entitled to me and all of their precious money was finally legible for me to get. By which unknowingly to myself was a lot of cash and gold rewards. So with it, I made myself look rich and invested the money to local companies to get more money and live a good life.
Chapter I: Introduction
As life was feeling good and opulent, then a dreadful day occurred. I left my home and was walking the streets of France, I heard someone call out my name.
“Napoleon Krylik, turn around you retarded fool!” yelled an elderly looking man.
I turned around to see that the man that called out my name was the same man who killed my parents. As he stood, the auras of his stench was bottling up an ocean of anger ready to knock this guy down to the ground and show no mercy for it. “So, you are the man who killed parents; are you not?” Before I let him answer I pulled out a ninja star that I bought a few days ago and threw it toward his big fat melon head. Yet, before the star made an impact to his head and killed him; he shoot his gun at my left lung, dropping me to the ground crawling for life.
I crawled and crawled until I found a door of a building. Then I knocked as hard as I can to let anyone who is inside hear me and come to my rescue. Just before I fainted a young lady about the age of eighteen, dressed in nothing else but a shower clothe came to the door and picked me off the ground with the help of her butler. The both of them brought me inside the building and laid me onto a nice comfortable bed. Then as I fainted the last image I had seen was the young lady getting medical supplies and her shower clothe falling to the floor revealing an angelic body with well developed breasts that can have the bra size of 36a.
The next morning, I woke up alive, breathing, and my chest was covered in bandages. The young lady that heard my knocks came into the room with a glass of water and a bowl of tomato soup. She was very a beautiful woman with an untamed aura, unique to all living things in the wild, emanated from every inch of her body and soul. Any man who would lay eyes on her could see the gorgeous features like the sunset of summer, would undoubtedly drew his attention to the curves on her physique as well as the almost godlike carvings of her face.
“Hello, my name is Kayla. I was the one who answered your taps on my door last night,” Kayla announced.
It took awhile for me gather what had happened last night in order to reply to this wonderful lady whose body keeps on distracting me.
“I thank you very much, Kayla. I am Napoleon Krylik,” I replied.
After awhile I thought about how this woman could have aided my wounds. Then I saw medical supplies all around the room and a set biohazard bins, so I thought that she must have called a home doctor, she is the doctor or is a nurse of some sort. “So, Kayla, did you call in a doctor, or are you a doctor?”
Then Kayla gave me a grin of complement and replied, “I am a healer, nothing more, nothing less.”
As she answered my question, noticed that the style of her house was a medieval Gothic style. By which really caught my eye. “Kayla, I have noticed the style of your home and it made think of another question. Do you like vampires and the Gothic style or are you a vampire?”
Kayla replied “, neither honey, well hardly a vampire. I am a dhampiresa. You know a half vampire-half human.”
Then Kayla then began to stand up revealing that she was not wearing clothes during the whole conversation.
I truly knew that dhampiresa were born with different types of birth effects, but Kayla was the exception with a face so smooth and an elegant body as she stood over me. There was no way she could fit the stereotypes of a dhampiresa. Then I began to get up, yet on the contrary, Kayla stopped me with her delicate beautiful hands.
“Napoleon, please rest. With your condition, you cannot do any activities for awhile. Speaking that I have you on oxygen,” Kayla said.
I nodded in agreement, lay back down, and began to relax. In the entire world, I have never felt a motherly hand from another woman than my mother. As I rested, I ate my tomato soup and finished my glass of water. After that, I fell to sleep with the feeling of being knocked out and sleep deprive. Therefore, I dreamt about my and all the good things done together.
Then morning dawned again. “Hello, hello. Napoleon…Are you still in there?” Kayla asked in a cherry tone as she knocked on my forehead checking if I was still in my head.
I blinked awake twice seeing a lovely face before me that would send any man to his knees asking to do away with the owner of that face. I replied “Yes, I am still here. Say do you know what day it is?”
Kayla turned on a small frown. “It is January 3, 2000. Exactly three weeks of sleep you took upon,” Kayla replied.
I looked at my chest, the bandages were off and my wound was stitched up. So, I sat up and looked straight at Kayla.
“With that fast of a recovery you must be better than a nurse…an herbalist I presume?” I asked.
Then a butler dressed in the finest tuxedo I have never seen. Walking into the room, the butler held a silver tray and a wine glass with a sanguine color fluid in it. He walked over Kayla without saying a word giving her the wine glass. Kayla then takes the wine glass and takes a drink. As she took a drink out of the wine glass, the butler left the room.
“No, I have healing abilities, but they are not as acute and as fast as a vampire. Hey, doesn’t the taste of blood taste good to you?” Kayla replied.
My jaw dropped as I heard her comment. At first I did not know what she had said but I managed to come up with something.
“I would not know the answer to that question since I don’t drink blood.” Kayla finished her drink; put the glass on the medieval table next to the bed I was laying in and stood up. Her physique even showed greater; given to the fact that she was wearing short-shorts and a button up shirt by which is open at the neck down to the middle of her chest. Thus, revealing her well developed breasts. Then as I saw, I tried to contain myself and succeeded. A knocking sound then came from afar; I suspected it is from the front door, but even before I had the chance to get up, get the door, and be polite; yet, Kayla had already taken initiative.
At the door stood a young man about six feet tall, he had a skinny body and the muscles on him had an athletic tone. He wore no shirt, just a leather coat, pants, and a blindfold over his eyes. His face was very certain that the front door that he went to was the right one. For awhile Kayla didn’t know who the mysterious guy is. She had captured that he was some sort of drifter or college student and by the looks of his pistol strapped to his pants belt; he must of came from Germany or England.
With curiosity and a since of protection for her home Kayla asked “, so I am Kayla and you must be…?”
“Tyre Grimfang,” said the mysterious guy. Then he pulled out an envelope with my name on it. “The college is looking for Napoleon and is in need to find him. Here is a description about him to help you find him and a number to the college if you ever see him and don’t worry he’s in no trouble.”
Kayla took the envelope and opened it up. “Thank you, Mr. Grimfang.” Then Kayla read what was inside and her eye brows lifted with ‘aw’.
“Just call me Tyre. And don’t you worry we’ll meet again, dhampiresa.” Tyre left glancing at Kayla or the house.
Kayla ran back into the house, closing the front door behind her. Then she ran to the room I was in and practically pushed her very own butler to the ground. As she arrived to the room, I was standing in front of an open window with his shirt off sulking in the sunlight.
“Napoleon, I need you to get back to your bed; the bullet is still in your lung,” Kayla said urgently.
An expression of shock ran through my face for I did not know the bullet was still in my lung, so I just laid back into the soft luxurious bed. “In the entire world, how am I still alive with the bullet in my lung?”
Ignoring the question, Kayla went ahead and took my stitches off of the right side of my chest. Then she sat on waist, wrapped her legs around me and cupped her hands around my wound. I did not know what happened next but all I remember was a twinkle in her eyes. Hence, I felt no pain in my chest; I looked down and found that the skins of my chest clean without a bullet hole or any form of sanguine fluid on me. I then looked up to see Kayla without clothes on again holding something in her hands. “Kayla, what do you have there?” I was wondering because my wound was closed and I had no knowledge if the bullet was or not.
Kayla raised her head and met her eyes with mine.
“Your birthday is coming soon, is it not? I will take this here bullet that I took out of your lung and turn it into a present for you,” Kayla exclaimed with a nice young voice.
I looked at Kayla with confusion, knowing by now that she can leave a man guessing on what she will do next. “Yes, it is coming soon…wait how did you know about my birthday?”
“Here I got this from a guy named Tyre.” Then Kayla sat on the edge of the bed close to me.
I read the letter and realized I’m wanted at the college. “Tyre is my room-mate; and I believe he was trusted by the college to find me.” Then I began to look inside the envelope and read what is on it aloud. “Ok, so this says, ‘On behalf of Ambridge College, a young lad by the name of Napoleon Krylik has been missing. To look for him, you’ll find a photo of him in this envelope. In addition, his major is martial arts training and his minor is ninjutsu. If you ever find him call the phone number on the back of this here letter.”’ I then looked at Kayla to see her respond.
Kayla moved closer to me and laid her hands on my legs and crawled up on me. “So, you’re a martial artist.” Kayla trailed her right hand up to my abs. “I like a good fighter, Napoleon.”
I grabbed her hand and slowly trailed her arm then to her soft neck. “Is it all right that I do any activities. Since the college is looking for me and I need to go before the college worries even more.” As I said this, I saw Kayla wrapping her soft, smooth, elegant legs around my waist. “Alright, I do not know you like that. So, can you please get off?”
Kayla backed away and sat back next to me still rubbing my legs. “Ok, Napoleon maybe you should get going. I won’t stop you.” Then Kayla got up, grabbed a shirt from the end of the bed and put it on my naked chest.
After Kayla had put the shirt on me, I gave her my phone number on a piece of paper, and began to walk to the front door. Then forgetting my manners and thanks I turned to Kayla. “Kayla, I thank for your help. Is there anything I can do for you in return?”
Kayla ran to the closet, put on a bath robe, forgetting to tie it up and still exposing her body to me, and walked up to me. “No, there is nothing that you can do to repay me because you had already done that when I saved you from death. For that was a labor of love.” After Kayla said that, I hugged her ever so tightly, looked into her eyes and left through the front door.
By: Jacob Ray (Username: Krylik)
Thank you, Steven Lopez, David Ray Sr., Darlene Goudie, Jeffery Goudie, and all of my friends for listening to my story.
Prologue
At the age of ten, I was fascinated in the sword play of the stereotypical ninja. For about three to four hours a day, I would practice with a three foot plastic katana that I have gotten from my tenth birthday.
Then as the years went by and I turned the age of fifteen, my parents had given me a real five to six foot katana for my birthday. But this was no ordinary katana; my parents had ordered from a local blacksmith and then put runes and various spells on its blade themselves. As you see, my mother was an herbalist and my father was an alchemist at the time; both had put their minds together to create such powers for the blade and both had enjoyed themselves awhile having done so.
That very day we were having so much fun with just the three of us. That is until a man dressed in a leather coat, ragged jeans, boots, and a hand gun in left hand. The wrinkles on the man’s face looked like the wrinkles of a raisin on a humid day, but worst he had the expressions of anger, loss, depression, hate, and sorrow all over his face. As I saw my parents stop what they were doing and confront the man, they had also told me to gather what I need and leave the house through the back door. When I did what my parents told me, I heard gunshots and a car screeching away from my home, so I raced back inside my house just to see my parents dead on the floor, and the last thing remember they had said to me is that they loved me no matter where they would be.
Three long lonely years went by and my parents’ wills had been entitled to me and all of their precious money was finally legible for me to get. By which unknowingly to myself was a lot of cash and gold rewards. So with it, I made myself look rich and invested the money to local companies to get more money and live a good life.
Chapter I: Introduction
As life was feeling good and opulent, then a dreadful day occurred. I left my home and was walking the streets of France, I heard someone call out my name.
“Napoleon Krylik, turn around you retarded fool!” yelled an elderly looking man.
I turned around to see that the man that called out my name was the same man who killed my parents. As he stood, the auras of his stench was bottling up an ocean of anger ready to knock this guy down to the ground and show no mercy for it. “So, you are the man who killed parents; are you not?” Before I let him answer I pulled out a ninja star that I bought a few days ago and threw it toward his big fat melon head. Yet, before the star made an impact to his head and killed him; he shoot his gun at my left lung, dropping me to the ground crawling for life.
I crawled and crawled until I found a door of a building. Then I knocked as hard as I can to let anyone who is inside hear me and come to my rescue. Just before I fainted a young lady about the age of eighteen, dressed in nothing else but a shower clothe came to the door and picked me off the ground with the help of her butler. The both of them brought me inside the building and laid me onto a nice comfortable bed. Then as I fainted the last image I had seen was the young lady getting medical supplies and her shower clothe falling to the floor revealing an angelic body with well developed breasts that can have the bra size of 36a.
The next morning, I woke up alive, breathing, and my chest was covered in bandages. The young lady that heard my knocks came into the room with a glass of water and a bowl of tomato soup. She was very a beautiful woman with an untamed aura, unique to all living things in the wild, emanated from every inch of her body and soul. Any man who would lay eyes on her could see the gorgeous features like the sunset of summer, would undoubtedly drew his attention to the curves on her physique as well as the almost godlike carvings of her face.
“Hello, my name is Kayla. I was the one who answered your taps on my door last night,” Kayla announced.
It took awhile for me gather what had happened last night in order to reply to this wonderful lady whose body keeps on distracting me.
“I thank you very much, Kayla. I am Napoleon Krylik,” I replied.
After awhile I thought about how this woman could have aided my wounds. Then I saw medical supplies all around the room and a set biohazard bins, so I thought that she must have called a home doctor, she is the doctor or is a nurse of some sort. “So, Kayla, did you call in a doctor, or are you a doctor?”
Then Kayla gave me a grin of complement and replied, “I am a healer, nothing more, nothing less.”
As she answered my question, noticed that the style of her house was a medieval Gothic style. By which really caught my eye. “Kayla, I have noticed the style of your home and it made think of another question. Do you like vampires and the Gothic style or are you a vampire?”
Kayla replied “, neither honey, well hardly a vampire. I am a dhampiresa. You know a half vampire-half human.”
Then Kayla then began to stand up revealing that she was not wearing clothes during the whole conversation.
I truly knew that dhampiresa were born with different types of birth effects, but Kayla was the exception with a face so smooth and an elegant body as she stood over me. There was no way she could fit the stereotypes of a dhampiresa. Then I began to get up, yet on the contrary, Kayla stopped me with her delicate beautiful hands.
“Napoleon, please rest. With your condition, you cannot do any activities for awhile. Speaking that I have you on oxygen,” Kayla said.
I nodded in agreement, lay back down, and began to relax. In the entire world, I have never felt a motherly hand from another woman than my mother. As I rested, I ate my tomato soup and finished my glass of water. After that, I fell to sleep with the feeling of being knocked out and sleep deprive. Therefore, I dreamt about my and all the good things done together.
Then morning dawned again. “Hello, hello. Napoleon…Are you still in there?” Kayla asked in a cherry tone as she knocked on my forehead checking if I was still in my head.
I blinked awake twice seeing a lovely face before me that would send any man to his knees asking to do away with the owner of that face. I replied “Yes, I am still here. Say do you know what day it is?”
Kayla turned on a small frown. “It is January 3, 2000. Exactly three weeks of sleep you took upon,” Kayla replied.
I looked at my chest, the bandages were off and my wound was stitched up. So, I sat up and looked straight at Kayla.
“With that fast of a recovery you must be better than a nurse…an herbalist I presume?” I asked.
Then a butler dressed in the finest tuxedo I have never seen. Walking into the room, the butler held a silver tray and a wine glass with a sanguine color fluid in it. He walked over Kayla without saying a word giving her the wine glass. Kayla then takes the wine glass and takes a drink. As she took a drink out of the wine glass, the butler left the room.
“No, I have healing abilities, but they are not as acute and as fast as a vampire. Hey, doesn’t the taste of blood taste good to you?” Kayla replied.
My jaw dropped as I heard her comment. At first I did not know what she had said but I managed to come up with something.
“I would not know the answer to that question since I don’t drink blood.” Kayla finished her drink; put the glass on the medieval table next to the bed I was laying in and stood up. Her physique even showed greater; given to the fact that she was wearing short-shorts and a button up shirt by which is open at the neck down to the middle of her chest. Thus, revealing her well developed breasts. Then as I saw, I tried to contain myself and succeeded. A knocking sound then came from afar; I suspected it is from the front door, but even before I had the chance to get up, get the door, and be polite; yet, Kayla had already taken initiative.
At the door stood a young man about six feet tall, he had a skinny body and the muscles on him had an athletic tone. He wore no shirt, just a leather coat, pants, and a blindfold over his eyes. His face was very certain that the front door that he went to was the right one. For awhile Kayla didn’t know who the mysterious guy is. She had captured that he was some sort of drifter or college student and by the looks of his pistol strapped to his pants belt; he must of came from Germany or England.
With curiosity and a since of protection for her home Kayla asked “, so I am Kayla and you must be…?”
“Tyre Grimfang,” said the mysterious guy. Then he pulled out an envelope with my name on it. “The college is looking for Napoleon and is in need to find him. Here is a description about him to help you find him and a number to the college if you ever see him and don’t worry he’s in no trouble.”
Kayla took the envelope and opened it up. “Thank you, Mr. Grimfang.” Then Kayla read what was inside and her eye brows lifted with ‘aw’.
“Just call me Tyre. And don’t you worry we’ll meet again, dhampiresa.” Tyre left glancing at Kayla or the house.
Kayla ran back into the house, closing the front door behind her. Then she ran to the room I was in and practically pushed her very own butler to the ground. As she arrived to the room, I was standing in front of an open window with his shirt off sulking in the sunlight.
“Napoleon, I need you to get back to your bed; the bullet is still in your lung,” Kayla said urgently.
An expression of shock ran through my face for I did not know the bullet was still in my lung, so I just laid back into the soft luxurious bed. “In the entire world, how am I still alive with the bullet in my lung?”
Ignoring the question, Kayla went ahead and took my stitches off of the right side of my chest. Then she sat on waist, wrapped her legs around me and cupped her hands around my wound. I did not know what happened next but all I remember was a twinkle in her eyes. Hence, I felt no pain in my chest; I looked down and found that the skins of my chest clean without a bullet hole or any form of sanguine fluid on me. I then looked up to see Kayla without clothes on again holding something in her hands. “Kayla, what do you have there?” I was wondering because my wound was closed and I had no knowledge if the bullet was or not.
Kayla raised her head and met her eyes with mine.
“Your birthday is coming soon, is it not? I will take this here bullet that I took out of your lung and turn it into a present for you,” Kayla exclaimed with a nice young voice.
I looked at Kayla with confusion, knowing by now that she can leave a man guessing on what she will do next. “Yes, it is coming soon…wait how did you know about my birthday?”
“Here I got this from a guy named Tyre.” Then Kayla sat on the edge of the bed close to me.
I read the letter and realized I’m wanted at the college. “Tyre is my room-mate; and I believe he was trusted by the college to find me.” Then I began to look inside the envelope and read what is on it aloud. “Ok, so this says, ‘On behalf of Ambridge College, a young lad by the name of Napoleon Krylik has been missing. To look for him, you’ll find a photo of him in this envelope. In addition, his major is martial arts training and his minor is ninjutsu. If you ever find him call the phone number on the back of this here letter.”’ I then looked at Kayla to see her respond.
Kayla moved closer to me and laid her hands on my legs and crawled up on me. “So, you’re a martial artist.” Kayla trailed her right hand up to my abs. “I like a good fighter, Napoleon.”
I grabbed her hand and slowly trailed her arm then to her soft neck. “Is it all right that I do any activities. Since the college is looking for me and I need to go before the college worries even more.” As I said this, I saw Kayla wrapping her soft, smooth, elegant legs around my waist. “Alright, I do not know you like that. So, can you please get off?”
Kayla backed away and sat back next to me still rubbing my legs. “Ok, Napoleon maybe you should get going. I won’t stop you.” Then Kayla got up, grabbed a shirt from the end of the bed and put it on my naked chest.
After Kayla had put the shirt on me, I gave her my phone number on a piece of paper, and began to walk to the front door. Then forgetting my manners and thanks I turned to Kayla. “Kayla, I thank for your help. Is there anything I can do for you in return?”
Kayla ran to the closet, put on a bath robe, forgetting to tie it up and still exposing her body to me, and walked up to me. “No, there is nothing that you can do to repay me because you had already done that when I saved you from death. For that was a labor of love.” After Kayla said that, I hugged her ever so tightly, looked into her eyes and left through the front door.
