My story!!!!

[Kain]

Well, not the whole thing, but I wanna know if you guys think I'm doing a good job!

 

Its broken into several posts because the character max...do we have one here? If not someone just merge all my posts into one.

 

And any negative comments will be dealth with in the harshest manner available.

 

But first, I'd like to introduce you to the stars of our show!

 

-Spike: Sarcastically cocky and arrogant best describe Spike, a 200 year old vampire that claims to have seen everything. He has run the gauntlet, fighting Hunters, Inquisitors, Werewolves, and even others of his own kind. Spike was a nickname given to him by his close friend Dagger because of his affinity for spiking blunt weapons with nails and smashing in his enemy’s skulls. He is a master of a number of fighting styles, and just as many weapons. Spike is an anomaly among vampire-kind – he has never developed a new Dark Gift, instead he has had the same ones since his embrace and they have each become wickedly powerful. Quick to attack and twice as eager to prove to anyone he is the best; Spike won’t back down from any fight. Together with Dagger, Spike has buried more Inquisitors, Hunters, and Werewolves than any vampire. Spike has mid-back length silver hair, several piercings, and a strange symbol tattooed on his left shoulder blade. He wears a leather long coat, black shirts, black pants, and black boots, though he tends to wear colored shirts over his black tees.

Height: 6’1

Weight: 184lbs

Age: 204/20

 

-Dagger: Nearly as old as Spike, but radically different, Dagger and Spike have waged their own private war on the Inquisition for more than a century. Whereas Spike is on the forefront of the war, Dagger tends to stick to the shadows, watching the enemies movements and telling Spike when and where to hit. Dagger earned her name from her wicked ability to throw knives through her enemy’s throats right before she moves in to feed. Dagger has learned many fighting from watching and being instructed by Spike. Dagger spends any time not spent fighting and spying on developing new Dark Gifts. Though she has more choices than Spike, none are nearly as powerful as his. If cornered, Dagger fights with as much feral rage as her counterpart, though not quite as flexible in terms of styles. Dagger has black hair that falls to the base of her back and wears neutral colors and a lot of black. She doesn’t usually wear a coat, but when she does, she wears a long black coat.

Height: 5’8”

Weight: 116lbs

Age: 199/22

 

-Arianna: With no memory of her past, Arianna cannot remember how or why she became one of the undead. Awoken from her grave merely hours after she was buried, she awoke confused and terrified, feeling inside her a strange hunger for human blood, she embraced her new dark hunger and fed it willingly. She only remembers flashes that occur every now and then inside her own mind of falling, helplessly into a icy, watery grave. She has these strange marks on her left eyebrow, and by her lower lip, made from the fall on jagged rocks. She desperately seeks the one who made her, and the one who killed her. Arianna wears dark colors and wears her long black coat every night.

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 120lbs

Age: 229/21

 

-Augustine Casus: Young and slim, has albino-white skin and greasy long black hair. Blue eyes. Very charismatic when need be, but prefers to be alone. Is intelligent for the most part, however when he becomes both angry and arrogant he tends to make mistakes. He uses a finely crafted dagger forged with a long forgotten material, which is slate black in color and gives even the boldest warrior discomfort just by gazing upon it. Also is coated with a very lethal poison. He wears neutral colors, usually deeply shaded.

Height: 6’3”

Weight: 156lbs

Age: Unknown – Rumored to be more than a millenia/29

 

-Antea Lupum Redire (Terrere Vir): The First Werewolf Leader of Centum Pateri, literally the 100 Fathers, an ancient order of werewolf consisting of 100 families. Terrere is the youngest leader, recently becoming one due to his brother's sudden death. He is a passionate werewolf with more political thinking due to his high position in human society. His leadership of Centum Pateri has been questioned by the other leaders, but none dare to challenge him due to his physical strength and unorthodox ability to fight on both four legs and two legs. Under his leadership the order has become more docile and civilized, unlike his ancestors, who embraced ruthlessness. As a human, Antea is skilled in the use of sais. In werewolf form he can still use these weapons, however to a smaller degree. He prefers to use his brute strength to crack an enemy's ribcage. He wears fancy clothing such as business suits when in human form.

Height: 6’1” (7’8”)

Weight: 198lbs (342lbs)

Age: 22

Fur Color: Midnight Brown

 

-Baron von Vulstraker: Tanned and rough skin, with a golden-brown hair color. Father was found dead in his mansion, with a slit between his ribs and two small scars on his throat. Vulstraker believes his father was killed by a vampire, and has dedicated his life to finding and ending the life of the vampire which killed his father. Joined the local Inquisition in hope of any clues pertaining to his father's murderer. Vulstraker wears a lot of red – the color of the Inquisition.

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 167lbs

Age: 39

 

-Father Andrew Leopold IX: Bishop of a British sect of the Inquisition, Father Leopold has taken special interest in Spike and Dagger. He has made it his life goal to destroy the two, but so far he has been unsuccessful. Leopold comes from a long line of Inquisitors, and has been a member since he was able to lift a sword. He has killed many vampires and Werewolves, but none of which have brought him closer to his targets. He has encountered Spike on more than one occasion, and each time it nearly cost him his life, if not for the timely intervention for his squad of Inquisitors. Though his encounters with Dagger have been less lethal, they have been just as unsuccessful. He knows one day his mortality will catch up with him – either by Spike’s hand or by Nature’s way, but until that day comes, Andrew Leopold and his elite sect of Inquisitors will continue to carve a path of destruction through vampire-kind. He wears a common priest’s habit, but with a red undershirt.

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 142lbs

Age: 62

 

-Messiah: Full of rage and quick to vent it on the unnatural, Messiah has been fighting for over 20 years. He found his daughter dead in her bed, with 2 holes in her neck. It was then he was Called, knowing then what he was and what he must do. He hand crafted his sword, molding the hilt in the resemblance of his dead daughter and carving her name into the blade. He has sent many vampires to their final graves and has been known to sacrifice innocent lives in order to complete his objectives. Messiah wears everyday cloths, usually wearing a heavy jacket to cover his weapons.

Height: 6’4”

Weight: 203lbs

Age: 38

 

It was eerily quiet. Spike had tracked the Inquisitor into the abandoned building, but lost track of him after entering. The Inquisitor was wounded, but Spike couldn’t smell the blood over the dusty scent of the building. “Come out come out wherever you are…” Spike whispered to himself.

The Inquisitor looked down from the balcony above, trying to remain silent. He tightened up, slowly moving for a clip to reload his pistol with. He slowly pushed the magazine into the empty gun, trying not to make a noticeable click. “Careful…careful…” he was thinking to himself. The clip clicked into place, rather rudely. The Inquisitor flinched at the noise, hoping the vampire below didn’t hear it.

Spike grinned, he knew now where his elusive prey had gone. The Inquisitor jumped out from behind cover and opened fire, surprising Spike. Spike was barely able to get behind a crate as bullets were zooming all across the warehouse. “Bloody hell! Quite the sneak aren’t ya!” Spike grinned and loaded a full magazine into his mac-11. “Suck on this one!” He shot up from his cover and sprayed down the balcony.

The Inquisitor was grazed by a bullet as he dove for cover. “Blood sucking hell-spawn! Prepare to feel God’s wrath!” he shouted as he hopped down, drawing his broadsword as he landed.

Spike threw his gun aside. “I was hoping we could do a bit of the rough and tumble.” He chuckled as he drew his longsword from his trenchcoat. The Inquisitor lunged at Spike, swinging his blade ferociously. Spike easily side-stepped, bringing his blade around into the Inquisitor’s side. Blood gushed out, spraying out all over the floor. The Inquisitor let out a blood-curtailing howl in pain, falling down as Spike ripped the sword from his side.

The Inquisitor rose to a single knee. “Do it then, fiend. At least I die knowing my soul will be in eternal-“

Spike rammed his sword through the Inquisitor’s chest, listening to the gratifying crunch as the Inquisitor’s ribs was crushed beneath the pressure of Spike’s sword. “Talk, talk, talk, all you bloody Inquisitors do is talk!” Spike watched the blood spill from the Inquisitor’s chest as he pulled his sword from the gaping hole. He cleaned the blade on the Inquisitor’s robes. “I know there are more of them, the only problem is where.”

 

Spike walked outside. It had started to rain since he entered the building, and it was coming down quite heavily. If there were any more Inquisitors, they’d have to wait until later – the rain was far to heavy to hunt. He stood under a balcony and searched inside his coat for his cellular phone. Just as he found it, it began to ring. “Spike here,” he spoke into the phone.

It was Dagger. “Did you find those Inquisitors?”

“I got one; the others seemed to have escaped, at least for now. This rain is going to hamper our efforts.” Spike scanned the area.

There was silence on the phone for a moment. “Okay, I’ll meet you at the Smoking Barrel in fifteen.”

Spike hung up his phone and put it back in his pocket. He was parked around the corner, and the rain didn’t look like it was going to let up anytime soon. “Well,” he thought, “it can’t get much worse than this.” He pulled his coat over his head and started to walk.

 

The club was a dump, and it had been since that new one opened on the other side of town. The lack of people made finding Dagger easier, though. Spike sat down in the booth with her. “Why in the hell do you insist we always meet here?”

Dagger smirked. “I don’t hear you throwing out any ideas for meeting places. Besides, its inconspicuous.”

“We’re the only people here.” Spike looked around.

“No we’re not. There’s lots of people.”

“Oh of course. The whole bakers dozen of us here.” Spike put his hands on the table. “What do you got for me?”

Dagger pulled out a small notebook. “Local Inquisition leaders are all hush-hush, recently. Apparently, some big-wig from overseas is coming with a single purpose.” She set the notebook at Spike’s hands.

Spike took the notebook, scanning through it for a moment. “You plan on telling me what that purpose is, or are you going to make me guess at it?” He closed the book and put it in his coat.

“Its Leopold. He’s back for you’re skin.”

Spike threw his head back with a heavy sigh. “Christ, again?! He acts like I killed his father or something.”

Dagger giggled. “You did.”

“…oh yea.” He grinned. “That was almost a century ago. This guy needs to let bygones be bygones.”

“I don’t think it works like that when it comes to murdering a man’s family.” Dagger sipped at her drink. “How would you feel if he killed me?”

Spike thought for a second. “Like I could get off aspirin.” Dagger kicked him in the leg. “Ow. Anyways this time he isn’t going to get saved by his buddies in robes. You’re going to take care of that.”

“How so?”

Spike leaned over the table with a grin. “Here’s the plan…”

 

The airstrip was on lockdown. A single plane was landed – it bore the insignia of the Inquisition. An older man stepped off, and was quickly greeted by an even older priest who was accompanied with several young men. “Bishop Andrew Leopold, welcome to America, old friend.” The old priest had some of the young men take Leopold’s baggage. “How was the trip?” They began walking.

Leopold spoke harshly. “No time for pleasantries, I heard some of your men got into a confrontation with Spike. Have you heard back yet?”

The old priest look forward. “Yes – Spike killed one and the others were able to flee.”

“Demote the cowards.”

“Bishop, with all due respect, we need as many –“

Leopold raised his hand to stop the priest. “This is a war, old friend. Not one we’re winning. We don’t need cowards on the lines. Put them back in training and make them into warriors!”

“Very well.”

Leopold’s tone softened. “Where was Spike last seen?”

“On the west side of town, near that horrible club ‘The Smoking Gun’.”

Leopold’s eyes narrowed for a moment. “I want 5 men watching his every movement. They are not to make any kind of contact. If any are seen, they are all to abort and come back to the church. I shall end this tonight.” He stopped and turned to the men getting his luggage. “Don’t forget my guest’s luggage.”

The old priest looked at Leopold, puzzled. “You have a…guest?”

Leopold smiled. “Nothing to worry about old friend. Just someone to help me find that despicable vampire and his harlot.”

Aboard the plane, a shadowy figure entered the doorway. The old priest swallowed hard. “Is that…?”

Leopold laughed. “Old friend, you’ve been an Inquisitor for nearly fifty years. The ravages of time are catching up with you…you’re weak.” His smile went away. “We need power. The same power we’ve been fighting for centuries.” The shadowy figure walked up to them. “Meet Augustine Casus.”

The priest’s eyes widened. “But he’s a vampire!” He slowly backed away.

Augustine smiled a very toothy grin and grabbed the old priest. Leopold turned away and listened to his old friend’s final screams with a smile. “Everything is ahead of schedule. Lets get some rest.”

Spike cut around the corner, traveling over one-hundred miles per hour, and nearly skidding out of control. The Inquisitor car was following, but not driving as recklessly. A few of the Inquisitors leaned out the windows and opened fire on Spike’s jet-black Prowler. A bullet smashed Spike’s rear view mirror. “Ah! Bloody hell! That’s it!” Spike slammed on the breaks, causing his car to spin and face his pursuers. “Time to play, boys.” He pushed the gas to the floor; his tires squealed under the sudden increase of activity but gaining immediate speed. The Inquisitors were still firing at Spike’s car. Spike drove at them, unwavering in his suicide run.

The driver of the Inquisitor car realized that Spike wasn’t going to turn away and made a sudden sharp turn, causing the car to flip over and throwing two of the shooting Inquisitors from the car and crushing the other. The driver slowly dragged himself from the mangled wreckage.

Spike stood over him, lighting a cigarette. He puffed and pulled the cigarette from his mouth. “You know,” Spike said, grinning evilly. “If you tell me what I want to know, I’ll end your life - quick and painless.” Spike took another puff of his cigarette. “Where is Leopold staying?”

The Inquisitor grabbed onto Spike’s leg. “When you’re in Hell, I’ll be laughing my ass off watching you burn from yon high!” He coughed up blood.

Spike sneered and took another puff. “You know, when I decide to crush your skull, I’ll be laughing my ass off.” Spike kicked the Inquisitor in the ribs, causing him to cough more blood. “Now tell me where Leopold is, or I’ll turn you and set you loose on your former companions.”

The Inquisitor gasped, not wanting to be turned. “Please no. Anything but that! Leopold is staying at the Downtown Ramada.”

Spike smiled. “Good pup. Have fun burning.” Spike turned away and began to walk. He suddenly stopped and turned, with a smile. “Catch.” Spike flicked his still-lit cigarette into the huge puddle of gas gathering at the Inquisitor’s side, immediately setting him on fire and causing the car to explode. The Inquisitor’s scream was music to Spike’s ears, and he smiled as he entered his car and drove off.

 

Dagger approached the front desk rather calmly. “I’m here to see Father Leopold. Can you tell me where his room is?” She turned and scanned the lobby. It was overly decorated, especially for this part of town. There were two spiral stair cases leading upstairs, and several hallways leading to ground floor rooms. There was a banquet hall to the right of the entrance.

The attendant searched for Leopold’s room. “I’m sorry Miss, but the Father has requested that only those associated with his company be aloud to see him.”

Dagger didn’t turn. “I’m with them. Here’s my I.D.” She handed the attendant a stolen I.D. card. “Can you hurry please? I’ve got some rather urgent news about Project Spike.” She turned. “Call Leopold and tell him. He’ll let me up.”

The attendant checked the I.D. and looked at Dagger. “One moment please.” She turned and picked up the phone. “Miss, Father Leopold is in room 211. He’s given me orders to escort you there.”

Dagger sneered. “I know where it is.”

The woman came out from behind the desk. “I know Miss, but he’s given me direct instructions to-“

Dagger cut her off. “Reception in here sucks. I’ve got to make a quick call, I’ll be back in a moment.” She walked outside and pulled out her cell phone. “Spike, I found him, where are you?”

“I’m down Summit, about a mile from the hotel. What’s the room number?”

“211, but I think it might be a trick.” Dagger turned to the attendant inside and smiled for a moment before turning her back. “And I think this attendant is as crooked as modern art.”

Spike was silent for a moment. “Okay, get out of there. Get to the top of the building across the street and try not to get seen. I’m going to find a place to park and proceed on foot.”

Dagger hung up the phone and walked back into the lobby. “Something important just came up. Tell Leopold that Spike is moving along rather nicely and –“ Dagger stopped suddenly. Two Inquisitors came into the lobby and blocked off the exit. “And I couldn’t stay…”

One of the Inquisitors approached. “Father Leopold demands an audience with you.” He grabbed Dagger’s arm.

Dagger pulled away fiercely. “I don’t think so, Alter Boy.” She jumped and kicked the Inquisitor in the jaw, sending him back through the plate glass door. The other Inquisitor pulled out a stake and charged, but Dagger was able to sidestep him and knee him in the stomach and flip him over. The first Inquisitor stood up and approached Dagger in a fighting stance. Dagger turned and raised her fists. “Give us a kiss.” Dagger spun and backhanded the Inquisitor, who immediately responded with a backhand of his own. Dagger placed her foot back to maintain her balance and thrust forward with an elbow, catching the Inquisitor in the side of the face and knocking him onto a chair. Dagger spun around and followed up with a straight kick into his chest, knocking him and the chair over. The second Inquisitor stood up, but was immediately put back down with a solid kick across his face, giving Dagger the opportunity to escape.

Spike walked in as Dagger was leaving and seen the Inquisitors laying about. “Busy night, love?”

Dagger grinned. “Not at all. Did you bring any hardware.”

Spike patted his side. “Just the necessities. Where’s the attendant?”

Dagger’s jaw dropped. “****!” She ran back in. Luckily, the attendant had passed out. “She’s here, out cold.”

Spike walked over the computer. “Lets see if Miss Asleep was lying…” He typed in Leopold’s name. “The tramp lied. He’s in room 419. Check her arm.”

Dagger rolled up the attendant’s sleeve. The Inquisition’s insignia was tattooed on her forearm. “She’s one of them.” Dagger reached in her coat and pulled out a finely crafted knife. She immediately rammed it into the woman’s neck, rupturing her airways and jugular. Blood began pouring from the wound as Dagger ripped the knife back out. “Where’s the car?”

“About half a mile away. Get on top of that building across the street. I’ll call you from the stairs.”

“Why the stairs?” Dagger started to approach the door.

Spike opened the emergency stair case door. “Because humans are predictable.” He grinned and ran in the doorway.

 

Leopold paced in his room. “They should have been back by now. Something must have happened.” Leopold stopped and turned to Augustine. “Why are you so calm!?”

Augustine was sitting in a large armchair, toying with his ancient dagger. “Stop worrying. You didn’t really think they were going to return?” He set his weapon aside. “We sent them unarmed against a vampire known for killing dozens of them at a time.”

Leopold clenched his fists. “You fool! Those stories are from archaic times. Two men now are more than a score of men a century ago!”

Augustus sprung up and lifted Leopold up by his throat with a single hand, slamming him into a wall. “Watch your tone, human. We may have an agreement, but I make the rules from now on.” He dropped him rather bluntly. “Spike is on his way, and I have laid an ambush for him.”

Leopold rubbed his neck, still sitting on the floor. “You didn’t tell me about any ambush!”

“I haven’t told you about a lot of things, Father.” Augustine spoke with a defiant tone. “Spike believes it is just you and your sect here. He didn’t count on an eternal mind making the plans…” He looked out the huge window toward the city. “He will not escape you, Andrew. This night is his last.”

 

The Inquisitor stood at the door, looking anxiously down the hallway. “This is so boring. Why am I on door detail?” he thought to himself. He failed to notice the mist swirling behind him.

Spike solidified and grabbed the Inquisitor. “Tell me, where is your master.” The Inquisitor attempted to yell, but was choked by Spike. “Tell me…”

The Inquisitor pointed down the hall. “F-fourth room on the l-left.”

“Very good.” Spike pulled the Inquisitor’s chin fiercely, causing his neck to snap and immediately killing him. Spike dragged the body into the stairwell and locked the door behind him as he re-entered the hallway. He walked casually to room 419 and knocked. “Room service.”

Leopold jumped up. “We didn’t order any room service,” he said quietly. He slowly approached the door. He looked back at Augustine, who nodded, and opened the door. There was a bellboy standing there with a silver platter. “Who are you?”

The bellboy entered. “Are you the guests who ordered the Chicken a la King?” He pulled the lid off the platter.

“No, now get out boy!” Leopold began pushing the boy back out the door. He slammed the door after the boy was out. “What the hell was all of that?”

Augustine shrugged. “The service here has been sub-par since it opened.” He turned back at the window. A strange figure was coming at him extremely fast.

Spike crashed through and tackled Augustine and threw him across the room. He rolled to his feet and looked at Leopold. “Back for more, old boy?” Leopold charged him, swinging heavily and hitting Spike in the face. Spike returned by shoving Leopold into the door, causing the wood the splinter. Augustine tackled Spike and slammed him through the wall and into the next room before throwing him back into Leopold’s room against the opposite wall. Spike fell to his hands and knees. “Bloody hell, who the hell are you?” Spike stood up.

Augustine came back into the room. “I am Augustine Casus, and you must be Spike. I must say I expected more, given the Father’s bitter resentment of you.”

Leopold stood back up. “Don’t be fooled by his tricks. He’s stronger than you could imagine!”

Spike smiled. “You give me too much credit, dear Andrew.” He lifted his hand, and flung an end table across the room with his telekinesis, hitting Leopold in the chest and knocking him back into the door.

Augustine immediately charged Spike and grabbed his extended arm and swung him around and into the bathroom door, sending him crashing through the door and into the mirror. Augustine was immediately on top of him again. Spike swung, but was blocked. Augustine reacted by grabbing him by the throat and throwing him through the shattered doorway and back into the main room.

Spike flipped back up to his feet. “You’re a hell of a hitter, Augustine. Pretty strong for a human.”

Augustine smiled. “I’m no human, petty one. I’m just like you, only not a joke.”

Spike brushed the dust off his arms. “So you’re a vampire helping the Inquisition. That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard in more than a century.”

Augustine’s smile faded. “We’re a dying race, Spike. If you were smart you’d do the same thing I’ve done.”

“And what’s that, selling out the rest of our kind out to these zealots?”

“Securing my survival.” Augustine looked at Leopold, who was just standing up. “Between Inquisitors, Hunters, and the werewolves, the odds are against us.” Spike grinned, much to Augustine’s dismay. “Even the strongest and oldest of us have been destroyed by the forces working against us. The only chance vampires have is in a legend that’s been passed down for millennia.”

Spike’s grin faded. “What legend is that? That fools tale of Kayn?”

“So, a young one knows our legends.” Augustine sounded amused.

Spike’s tone was harsh. “Hardly a legend, more like a fools myth passed down from sire to fledgling to keep order among the ranks.” Spike slowly approached the shattered window. “The Vampire’s only true hope lies in the surviving members, and yet even they’re faltering.”

Augustine’s face scrunched in anger. “When the time comes, the Inquisition’s fire will consume your soul and when I’m the last of our kind, eternity will become mine.”

Spike looked down toward the street, then back at Augustine. “When the time comes, you’ll be a pile of dust at my feet.” Spike grinned and stepped out the window.

Augustine ran over and looked down just as a huge flock of bats flew around his face and off into the distance. He turned to Leopold and smiled. “He’s arrogant. I did not foresee him coming in from the window. Unpredictability…improvisation. He’s smarter than he looks.”

Leopold dusted himself off. “He couldn’t even hit you.” He smiled. “This makes for an interesting predicament for him.” He rubbed his hands together anxiously. “Very interesting…”

 

Spike walked down into his crypt, rubbing his hand. Dagger looked at him. “So, how’d it go?” Spike didn’t answer and continued to walk toward his bed. “That bad, eh?” Dagger sat down in an arm chair. “So what happened this time?”

Spike took his coat off and threw it across his bed. “That damned priest got a vampire to protect him.”

Dagger’s face slowly turned into a huge smile. “You got beat didn’t you?”

Spike’s face scrunched in anger. “I couldn’t even hit him. He was quicker and stronger than me.” He poured some liquor into a glass goblet.

Dagger’s smile slimmed but didn’t fade away. “Well, do you want some good news?” Spike sat down in a huge arm chair and sipped at his drink. “Our old friend Messiah is back in town. Apparently the he’s decided to wage an all out war on vampires, werewolves, and even the Inquisition. When he heard Leopold was in town, he got the fastest flight here..”

Spike crushed the goblet in his hand. “Anymore good news for me, Dagger?”

Dagger smiled. “Oh I’m pregnant.” Spike laughed. “I figured that’d work.”

 

Augustine sat in a chair, clenching his knife in his right hand. The sun was going to rise soon, he could feel his dark powers fading. Leopold was already sleeping, and the guards had changed shifts after the attack from Spike. Augustine stood slowly, still holding his knife, and walked over to the window. He placed his forearm against and leaned forward on it, staring down at the street below. People were walking, driving, jogging – doing whatever it took to arrive at their jobs on time. “Time,” Augustine thought. “Unless you conquer it…it will conquer you.” He grinned as the first rays of the sun hit his face. His eyes darkened for a moment before becoming a pale blue. He turned around and set his knife on the bed stand and walked out the door. “I wonder what’s for breakfast…”

 

The first rays of the day shined through the stained glass of the crypt. Dagger pulled the heavy rope, bringing the heavy velvet curtains into place, drowning out the suns deadly rays. Spike was sleeping already, still wearing his cloths from the night before. Dagger had slipped into a ivory silk and walked around the crypt barefoot so as to not awaken Spike. She slowly pushed open the door to Spike’s room. It was as dank and lifeless as the outside of the crypt, only having a bed and a few scattered candles, the only decoration was his huge case of weapons and trophies. Spike was laying on his chest with his arms flung in opposite directions across the bed. His shirt lay on the floor, leaving his back exposed to the cold, dank air of the crypt. Dagger slowly stepped towards him, placing her feet down gently. Spike’s senses were unusually keen, and even the slightest change in his immediate environment could wake him, and Dagger knew that. She slowly reached over and gently placed her hand on his back. His skin was unusually soft, but as cold as death itself. She gently rubbed his spine, slowly bringing her hand to the strange tattoo on his shoulder. She looked at it, puzzled. For over half a century, she had never noticed it. She moved her hand over to it when it was suddenly grabbed. She had awakened Spike. “Dagger,” he mumbled. “What in the bloody hell are you doing?”

Dagger was a bit shocked. “I was just looking for…” she scanned the room. “My brush!”

Spike turned at her slowly. “Did you look in your left hand?”

Dagger looked down. “Oh yea. Ha, silly me.” Spike’s face was as stiff as stone. “I’ll leave.” She quickly left the room and closed the door. She breathed a heavy sigh, the exhale was as stale as the crypt itself and held just as much life. She thought to herself “Old habits die hard I guess.” She entered her bedroom and sat her brush down on her vanity. Her room was the opposite of Spike’s, she had silk drapes hanging from the ceiling and around her bed frame, her candles were all held on fancy candelabras. Her vanity was made of oak, and finely coated. There were several bookcases, all made of oak, some had silver detailing done, and all were draped in silk. She sat down on her bed and looked around. The tattoo on Spike’s shoulder was still on her mind. Maybe she had a book with its meaning. She stood up and pulled a single book out, walked over to her bed, laid down, and began her search.

 

The air was crisp with a hint of death on the breeze. Messiah recognized this smell – he knew he had at last arrived. The sun was warm, a rather nice change from the bone chilling breezes from the night before. The trip was long, but he knew his prey was somewhere in this city. A seagull cawed from overhead, bringing Messiah back to reality. The ship was old, barley held together by the captain’s makeshift repairs. He sighed heavily – they wouldn’t be at a dock for at least another hour. The breakfast bell rang, and Messiah turned and walked back inside. The captain was already seated. A venerable, bitter, and over-experienced sailor, the captain was a man who commanded respect, but gave it when it was deserved. Messiah sat down and looked at the plate. “Ugh, eggs AGAIN,” he thought. It had been the fifth day straight he had eaten fried eggs.

The captain was already almost done with his plate. “So, you never did tell me who the target is.” The captain had pulled Messiah from more than a few messes, and had been saved by him as well.

Messiah painfully began eating. “It’s nobody important. Just some vamp I’ve been chasing for a few years.” The eggs had got more tasteless with every chew.

“If he’s not important, why spend years chasing him?” The captain finished and pushed his plate into the center of the table. “There’s something you’re not telling me, Michael.”

It had been a long time since anyone called Messiah by his real name. He was visibly upset by it. “Don’t call me that. He’s dead now, been dead for 23 years!” He pushed his plate away. “Augustine Casus is his name. I’ve received a bit of information that he’s struck some odd deal with the Inquisition, but the details are a bit sketchy.”

“Sketchy?”

Messiah stood up and got a file from his bag. “Yes sketchy. He’s helping them find some other vampire in exchange for guaranteed survival.”

The file was loosely organized, containing almost no useful information. “These are all legends and myths about Augustine. You mine as well be chasing a ghost.”

Messiah sneered. “Say what you like, old man. I’ve seen him, I’ve seen his power.”

The captain stood up. “We’ll be docking in a half hour. I’ll be staying here for a week. If you need anything, I’ll be at the usual number.”

Messiah walked out onto the deck. He could see the cityscape in detail now – he was home.

 

“I don’t trust him.” Leopold paced in his bedroom. “He’s too unpredictable.” He spoke, of course, about Augustine.

The young man Leopold spoke to was bewildered. “He’s a vampire, Father. Did you really expect any less from an animal?”

Leopold stopped pacing and looked up. “Yes, he is nothing more than an animal. They’re all animals. They should be kept in cages and slaughtered at OUR discretion.” He looked down at the floor with a sneer. “But this one…he’ll help us exterminate the lot of them. And when he’s left standing alone, we’ll send him straight to Hell with the rest of his kind!” Leopold looked at the young Inquisitor and smiled. “Gather the men, we’re going to look for Spike.”

The Inquisitor looked around bewildered. “But Father, shouldn’t we wait for nightfall so we can have Augustine help?”

Leopold slapped the Inquisitor. “Listen here, I’M in control here, not that feral beast Augustine. I gave you an order. We’re leaving in one hour. Meet back here when the time comes.” Leopold walked off.

Augustine stood around the corner, his face expressing his blind rage in ways that words cannot. He slipped under the stairs as Leopold walked by. “When this is all said and done,” Augustine whispered to himself. “I am going to gut that man like the filthy pig he is.” He decided he needed to take a walk, and left the lobby into the bright day’s sun.

[ET Warrior]

That's really long and I dont have time to read it yet...but there is no character limit on posts as far as I'm aware, so I suppose I can merge them...though you could do it yourself *grumbles*

 

 

[Kain]

Originally posted by ET Warrior

That's really long and I dont have time to read it yet...but there is no character limit on posts as far as I'm aware, so I suppose I can merge them...though you could do it yourself *grumbles*

 

 

 

Thats only 6 pages on Microsoft Word.

 

Merging is your job, deal with it!

[ET Warrior]

My job involves merging THREADS not merging POSTS.

 

[Evil Dark Jedi]

Yeah there is a character limit. It is 40 thousand. Too check clikc check message length below the message box. This post is 145 characters long. I will read the story later. Seems good. BTW, you shoudve put it in the Story/Fan Fiction part of JK forums.

[Pie™]

My character's not in it..

 

Now i don't wanna read it

[IG-64]

Just got done reading it, and wow, I must say it is a very nicely written story. You have nicely achieved visuals and good characters, and an all together good story.

 

Good work, Kain, I can't wait for chapter 2

[KBell]

I can't stare at the computer moniter this long, sorry. I'm sure it's nice though.

[SeleneRayne]

Holy ****, that's awesome. Good job babe.

[GothiX]

In-****ing-credible.

[Spider AL]

And any negative comments will be dealth with in the harshest manner available.

Glad to see you're open to criticism...

 

Anyway, I've always wondered why there aren't any vampires called "Jim" or "Tom" or something... surely that would draw less attention from vampire hunters than "Neckrazor" or "Count Suckblood"...

[IG-64]

Originally posted by Spider AL

Glad to see you're open to criticism...

 

Anyway, I've always wondered why there aren't any vampires called "Jim" or "Tom" or something... surely that would draw less attention from vampire hunters than "Neckrazor" or "Count Suckblood"...

 

 

Thats because "jim the vampire" wouldn't make such an intresting character in a story such as this.

 

And if you dont like this story, you obviously just don't like these kinds of stories, because this is awesome.

[Spider AL]

Thats because "jim the vampire" wouldn't make such an intresting character in a story such as this.

Character doesn't have anything to do with name, IG. But name can have a lot to do with credibility...

 

And if you dont like this story,

Hold up, show me where I said I didn't like the story! I'm not going to comment at all on the story itself. Names in the story, yes.

 

you obviously just don't like these kinds of stories, because this is awesome.

That doesn't make any sense... If I didn't like Daikatana would that mean that I didn't like FPSes?

[IG-64]

Originally posted by Spider AL

Character doesn't have anything to do with name, IG. But name can have a lot to do with credibility...

 

Hold up, show me where I said I didn't like the story! I'm not going to comment at all on the story itself. Names in the story, yes.

 

That doesn't make any sense... If I didn't like Daikatana would that mean that I didn't like FPSes?

 

 

Character has alot to do with the name. How would you like gandalf if his name was bobby?

 

I was replying to the comment about the criticism.

 

And, Daikatana wasn't awesome now was it?

 

 

 

And, the vampires are named like that because they choose to be, and they don't want to be their old selves, kinda like Darth Vader.

[Tyrion]

Originally posted by Spider AL

Character doesn't have anything to do with name, IG. But name can have a lot to do with credibility...

 

Considering it's a world of blood-sucking vampires, I think having arcanic names isn't too illogical in comparison. Besides, Jim doesn't strike fear into the heart of his enemies, unlike Volstrath the Impaler of Tiny Pokey Things.

 

 

Anyway, good story Kain. It's even better because it features both of my characters.

[Spider AL]

Character has alot to do with the name. How would you like gandalf if his name was bobby?

Gandalf does NOT sound "impressive". It sounds at least as vaguely silly as "bobby" does. In fact, most of the names in LotR are faintly silly. It's the way the characters were written that makes them SURPASS the silliness of their names. How else could a character called "Frodo Baggins" end up being one of the most spiritual and affecting characters in contemporary literature?

 

I was replying to the comment about the criticism.

Then you're making even less sense. The comment about the criticism was unrelated to the story.

 

And, Daikatana wasn't awesome now was it?

Aha! By your logic, that means you must hate all FPSes.

 

And, the vampires are named like that because they choose to be, and they don't want to be their old selves, kinda like Darth Vader.

I disagree. I think that names like "Umlaut the Exsanguinator" conjure up an image of a vampire wannabe more than a vampire proper.

 

Jim doesn't strike fear into the heart of his enemies, unlike Volstrath the Impaler of Tiny Pokey Things.

Exactly. If you were a vampire you wouldn't want to warn potential victims or your fellow-vampiric foes by going around calling yourself "Bloodstrata Fangwielder" or "Carotideater"...

[wassup]

I couldn't help but notice that your Spike is so similiar to the character of Spike on the Buffy and Angel TV shows, right down to the carpricious remarks of "bloody hell". I'm assuming you probably were heavily influenced by this and that's why you wrote the character this way, but it appears unoriginal, at least from my point of view.

 

I didn't make you angry, did I?

[Tyrion]

Originally posted by Spider AL

Exactly. If you were a vampire you wouldn't want to warn potential victims or your fellow-vampiric foes by going around calling yourself "Bloodstrata Fangwielder" or "Carotideater"...

 

You're thinking way too hard about how logical names are in a story about vampires.

 

 

If you want a logical argument from me, though, I would say that the vampires would use those names because of how arrogant they are.

[Joetheeskimo]

Is this fan-fiction?

 

Yes, I'm stupid

 

Anyways, nice job on the first five paragraphs, because that's how far I got before I stopped

[Spider AL]

You're thinking way too hard about how logical names are in a story about vampires

Are you saying that because a story is fictional it doesn't have to have any internal logic? Well that's nonsense. Fiction, no matter how outlandish it is, only works when it's made believable through good characterisation and solid internal logic.

 

If you want a logical argument from me, though, I would say that the vampires would use those names because of how arrogant they are.

That's curious, the only logical reason I can think of for a vampire adopting a name like "Mortifor the Plasmagulper" would be overexposure to "Harry Potter". Surely if a creature is arrogant it would wish to be feared and respected rather than thought of as a bit of a wierdo.

 

I didn't make you angry, did I?

Watch out, he might deal with you "in the harshest manner available".

[Tyrion]

Originally posted by Spider AL

Are you saying that because a story is fictional it doesn't have to have any internal logic? Well that's nonsense. Fiction, no matter how outlandish it is, only works when it's made believable through good characterisation and solid internal logic.

 

To a certain degree, of course. Fiction can have a certain atmosphere of unbelievability, for example having Vlad the Impaler as a name, but not so much as making Vampires become flamboyant with high pitched voices and an appetite for marshmellows.

 

That's curious, the only logical reason I can think of for a vampire adopting a name like "Mortifor the Plasmagulper" would be overexposure to "Harry Potter". Surely if a creature is arrogant it would wish to be feared and respected rather than thought of as a bit of a wierdo.

 

Exactly, and as we all know Vlad the Stabber of Shiny Metallic Sticks strikes fear into the heart of the enemy.

 

Still, my Volstrath the Impaler of Tiny Pokey Things comment was supposed to be also ironic.

[Spider AL]

To a certain degree, of course. Fiction can have a certain atmosphere of unbelievability, for example having Vlad the Impaler as a name

Calling one character in a story Vlad the Impaler does not make it unbelievably silly, largely because Vlad the Impaler is a genuine historical name. But naming all your characters after violent acts and/or items of cutlery can somewhat... mar the suspension of disbelief, no?

 

Exactly, and as we all know Vlad the Stabber of Shiny Metallic Sticks strikes fear into the heart of the enemy.

Likewise, if I met some pale guy calling himself "Dagger" I'd be less likely to fear him abjectly... and more likely to barely be able to suppress my laughter. It's all so passe. Vampires can move with the times too, y'know?

[Kain]

Originally posted by wassup

I couldn't help but notice that your Spike is so similiar to the character of Spike on the Buffy and Angel TV shows, right down to the carpricious remarks of "bloody hell". I'm assuming you probably were heavily influenced by this and that's why you wrote the character this way, but it appears unoriginal, at least from my point of view.

 

I didn't make you angry, did I?

 

Heavily influenced by Spike from Buffy: Yes indeed.

Unoriginal: Yea, but what vampires can really be considered 'Original'?

Angry: Too tired to be angry

[Spider AL]

Unoriginal: Yea, but what vampires can really be considered 'Original'?

Stoker's Dracula... Lumley's Ferenczy... Wolfman's Blade... Wilson's Molasar... They all added something new to the genre of "vampire stories". The key I think is to explore some new angle or to make some untouched genre "vampiric" in some way.

 

Gothic horror, been done. Fantasy, been done. Action, been done. Romance, been done.

 

What needs to be done then? What hasn't been done before? Why, a vampire-romantic comedy of course! Starring Sandra Bullock as an accident prone but always bubbly queen of the damned who loses her blackened, shrivelled heart to Hugh Grant as an endearingly self-effacing English-type!

 

It's a surefire hit. My god, this time next year I'll be rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

[Rogue Nine]

Originally posted by Spider AL

Stoker's Dracula... Lumley's Ferenczy... Wolfman's Blade... Wilson's Molasar... They all added something new to the genre of "vampire stories". The key I think is to explore some new angle or to make some untouched genre "vampiric" in some way.

 

Gothic horror, been done. Fantasy, been done. Action, been done. Romance, been done.

 

What needs to be done then? What hasn't been done before? Why, a vampire-romantic comedy of course! Starring Sandra Bullock as an accident prone but always bubbly queen of the damned who loses her blackened, shrivelled heart to Hugh Grant as an endearingly self-effacing English-type!

 

It's a surefire hit. My god, this time next year I'll be rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

 

Best post. EVAR.

 

*nominates Spider AL for best poster of the year*