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Story: Rouge CH1 (vampire story) |
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Thud, the man's heavy black boots landed on the sand crushing some lone weeds. He had crouched down from the impact his shoulder length jet black hair falling in front of his face. He stood up and looked at the old oak saloon, in the middle of the western down. Even though it was pitch black he could see it as easily as though it was day. He looked around, the town seemed to be deserted, the windows were locked shut and the doors had large bars across them. But the smell of blood was strong and so he began ascending the golden lined steps to the front doors. His cold grey eyes were fixed on the building, and his grey metal cloak trailed behind him on the ground. He stretched out his hand; his fingernails were sharp and black. Pushing open the doors he saw the long wooden bar with green bottles behind it and round tables with chairs stacked on top of them. He searched the room and found the door he wanted. He glided quickly, swiftly and silently towards it. He stretched out his hand once more and turned the doorknob. The door creaked open and he slipped inside. The man he wanted was asleep on a small single bed, snoring softly. The man smiled wickedly and edged towards the sleeping saloon keeper. He leaned over opening his mouth to expose his fangs. He could smell the blood strongly as it ran through the veins in his victims neck. He drew closer and closer. He was about to bite him when the saloon keeper turned. He sat upright and tried to stab him the vampire in his chest. He grabbed the stake and hissed; his cold grey eyes turning blood red, scaring the saloon keeper, he could hear his heart beating faster.
“VAMPIRE,” the saloon keeper yelled out his window. The vampire heard voices outside as people ran towards the saloon with stakes and pitch forks. He hissed again then jumped into the air flying through the salon roof and into the icy sky.
“There he is,” he heard shouted from below.
“Kill him,” another one shouted. He turned to face the orange glow of torches that was the mob shouting loudly. He oped his grey cloak exposing the black underlay of jeans and long sleeved t-shirt. His grey metallic cloak stiffed into a wing shape and he flew off into the black darkness that was the night.
Chapter 1 - When Werewolves attack
“The moon has risen, it is time to wake my son,” came an all too familiar voice. My eyes snapped open and I sat up from my coffin to greet my father.
“Good Evening father,” I said yawning.
“I have a meeting today, so you will need to take care of your sister,” My father said.
“But I was to meet my friend Drake today,” I complained.
“Nonsense,” snapped my Father. “You don’t need friends, not when you become the greatest vampire of all time.”
“I’m only sixteen,” I sighed. “I don’t even have wings yet, I have to use this silly cloak” I said pulling on my silver metallic cloak.
“I’m sure your mother wouldn’t be happy to hear you say that, after she made it with such love,” my father said
“My mother is dead,” I mumbled.
“Come and sit,” my father sighed, sitting on the coffin. I crossed the room and sat next to my father.
“Since your mother was staked it has been very hard to bring up this family, as you know. I have had to take a job on the board to provide coffins and blood for us. If I didn’t take the job we would probably be living above,” he started.
“So I need you to take care of your sister,” he finished.
“Yes father,” I said trying not to sound unenthusiastic. My father stared at me with green eyes.
“You look like me, except for your eyes, they were your mothers,” my father said putting his hand on my shoulder. He stood up and walked out the room, his black hooded cloak trailing the floor. I walked over to my sister’s coffin and woke her.
“Sis, time to get to get up,” I called to my thirteen year old, moody sister.
“Go away, I’m not a baby I don’t have to be woken,” my sister hissed back.
“Well I’m going to meet my friend, good bye,” I called again to no reply.
I walked out of the stone room and into the one of the many hallways of the underground lair. Each family lived in a single room. There were ten rooms to each hallway and over a hundred halls; the whole place was basically an underground castle. Many of the rooms were basic, only in use for sleeping during the day. Once the moon had risen the vampires would awaken and go down the hallways to the main hall. For thousands of years the vampire cult had lived deep under London feasting on the ignorant humans above.
I walked into the main hall where my friend Drake was waiting. The hall was rarely used as anything but a meeting place for vampires. The real action was above, where vampires hunted down their next meal. I walked through the small crowd of vampires, trying not to draw attention to myself. As always vampires were having sex on couches, drinking in the warmth of others bodies, and their blood. Other vampires talked around chairs and tables, some eating human flesh from plates, others drinking from dark goblets which would have certainly been blood. The majority of the population were adults, and children were scarce, although vampires lived for many years longer than a human, most of them were incapable of love.
I found Drake near a small stone table drinking deep from a black goblet.
“Err” spat Drake as I approached. “Day old blood tastes disgusting; it’s got too much water in it”. I laughed as Drake wiped his tongue with his cloak. Then Drake began in a soft voice.
“Let’s go to the surface.”
“We’re not allowed without an experienced vampire,” I whispered back
“No ones going to see us, I mean we’ll stay to the shadows and in those poor neighbourhoods,” Drake answered.
“Ok,” I agreed, falling into his temptation, I didn’t want to disappoint my friend.
Together we slipped through one of the three tunnels to the surface. The grey dingy walls were reflected by the small puddles of water that seeped through the entrance when it rained. In the tunnels, like the rest of the lair torches were hung on the walls illumining the rooms softly and never seeming to go out. Drake opened the hatch door to a small suburban street.
“We didn’t run into any guards” I whispered. Drake shrugged and assured that the area was free of humans, so we immerged. Houses stretched down the street, some with there lights still on even though it was late at night.
“Let’s find us some blood,” Drake smiled greedily. I pointed towards a shabby looking house to the left .Only a small flickering light could be seen in the front room, and the front garden was kept untidy and long.
“If they disappear, no one will know” I said in a matter of fact way. We moved towards the house and Drake turned the main power switch off, whilst I opened an unlocked window. Drake and I crept inside looking around for someone we could eat. The room we stood in was old and grey. To the left of the room were two doors one of which was labelled toilet. To the right an open archway led to the kitchen. Drake moved to the unlabeled door on the left and I walked into the kitchen. We searched the whole house but found nothing.
“This room,” Drake whispered coming to the only room we hadn’t searched. “Gabriel,” he said, “you are my best friend, I need to tell you something, you are in danger if you stay in the cult. There is a…” he stopped. The door creaked open and we were hit with the overwhelming stench of a rotting corpse. Blood was splattered across the walls and a motionless man lay half eaten on the floor, scratch marks covered his naked body. The flesh had been stripped away from his right side where broken bones and jutted out through his black rotting flesh, his organs were ripped and the fluids oozing out over the carpeted floor.
“Werewolves,” stammered Drake seeing dog footprints in the blood that covered the floor.
“We have to leave now” I said grabbing Drakes arm. We spun around and heard the sound of a window smashing in another room. I dragged Drake into an empty bedroom to the left and under a bed when just as three werewolves walked pass into the room of the corpse. When we heard the crunching of bones and ripping of flesh we crawled out from under the bed and moved towards another broken window across the hall. I peered out the bedroom doorway into the room of the corpse and was almost sick. The werewolf’s where ripping at the man hungrily. Two of them faced away from me as they dug deeper into the man right side, covering there face’s with new blood. But one was facing the hall ripping at the man’s face. He pulled off the skin and bashed open the skull where he licked ravenously at the juicy brain inside. I quickly stepped into the room across the hall as the werewolf facing us looked down. Drake followed me and we moved towards the window.
“You first” I mimed, and Drake started to climb out the window. He was almost free when his remaining leg caught on a sharp of glass and his calf was ripped open. He screamed loudly and fell to the ground, blood spurting out of the slit rapidly. I turned around as the werewolf’s ran into the room to meet me. They snarled, baring their bloodstained teeth, and the hairs on there backs stood on end. They looked like humans except for the greyish brown fur that covered their bodies. Their arms were long and bony and there backs were hunched. I jumped through the window and grabbed Drake who held his calf in pain. I ran as fast as I could, carrying Drake in my arms. Vampires were faster and stronger than humans but not more than werewolves. Behind me I could hear the werewolves chasing me, snapping at my heels. I jumped into the air opening my cloak so that I could fly. It was hard, Drakes weight pulled me down and although I was in the air I had nowhere to go where the werewolf’s wouldn’t chase me, and I couldn’t go back down the drain, then the werewolf would know where the entrance to there lair was. I was panicking trying to find a way out when I realised I was flying low. I tired to pull up but was too late. I was hit from behind with such a force that Drake flew out of my arms. I struggled for a moment, trying to regain my balance so I wouldn’t crash head first into the hard bitumen road. I ascended a few metres and looked around for Drake. He was laying unconscious, slumped across the road. I dived for him, seeing the werewolves getting closer. I was just about the pull off a spectacular grab when, out of nowhere, a werewolf jumped from the right and reached Drake before me. He grabbed Drake by the neck and moved him out of my reach. But I was still diving, and I crash landed into the hard ground, scraping my arms and legs on the solid tar. I got up and faced the two werewolves the edged closer to me. I looked over at Drake, and the werewolf puncturing his neck with sharp teeth.
“NOOOO,” I screamed. Suddenly there was a loud bang. I looked over to the drain as three Vampires immerged. There wings were spread and their teeth bared, they were from the board. The three werewolves turned and ran towards them. They jumped into the air and so did the vampires. They met mid air and the vampires crashed down on top off them. The werewolf’s snapped at them but the vampires plunged their teeth into there necks and ripped the major vein out, spurting blood over the road. The three got up as I ran over to Drake. One of the Elder vampires ran over and picked up Drake.
“GET IN” hissed the vampire pointing to the drain with a long crooked finger, his eyes glowing red. I crawled into the drain knowing that he was in serious trouble, but that did not matter to me, all he cared about was whether Drake would be ok.
 Commander Ando · Thu Jul 03, 2008 @ 10:22am · 1 Comments |
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