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Dreams Of Bloodshed

 

*He lies in his bed in the spire, shifting occasionally in his sleep as he dreams, dreams of what has happened, and what may come to be...*

*.....He lies on the forests floor, bodies, some those of humans dressed in white and silver plate armour, men and women lying dead, some with horrific claw wounds on them, some with throats torn out, some horribly dismembered and gutted, the other bodies are more diverse, they are mostly human, but all have some deformation from the human norm, some have claws, some scaly skin, some have spikes protruding from them, one seems to be a nearly perfect woman of extreme beauty, apart from her wings and small horns.....and the sword blade through her throat*

*He groans, trying to roll on his side, the mere attempt to move sends spears of agony ripping through him, causing him to scream in pain, when the red hot pain dies away, leaving him shuddering on the floor, he reaches one claw up to his face, tensing and choking back a cry as he touches the long sword wound over his eye, blood clotting over it*

*Shuddering and hissing slightly his manages to roll onto his back, arms and legs spread-eagled as his chest heaves, sucking ragged breaths into his lungs, he can feel that he is dying, the blood slowly seeping from a number of wounds received at the hands of the paladins that attacked he and his party, he looks into the sky with his one good eye, awaiting death as the moons light plays across his bloody and battered body*

*He turns his head and eyes slightly as he senses movement nearby, moving slowly and nearly silently from the forest he sees a tall man, a long black robe covering his body and leaving only his bald head, wizened with age but still handsome in an arrogant, aristocratic way, who slowly walks to him and stands over him, shaking his head slightly as he reaches out with a clawed hand.....
*

.....The man kneels slowly, placing his claw on GR's chest, smiling lightly as he digs the claw through the skin*

*Hisses in agony, to weak to figh back, to weak to stop the man who is killing him, slowly and painfully, suddenly the pain stops, and the cloaked man withdraws his bloodstained claw and brings it up to his face, extending a long thin tongue and licking the crimson gore from it*

Who.....who are you? why are you hurting me.....?

*The man smiles and move so he is kneeling over GR's head, he leans down so his blood flecked lips are next to GR's head and whispers in a rich, arrogant voice*

I am your saviour, I am the one who will give you...Eternity...

*With a sudden move the mans head moves forward, fangs flashing in the moonlight and sinking into GR's neck, puncturing an artery as Kaine begins to drain away GR's life*

AAARRRGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

*He screams, head thrown back in agony as fangs tear through his throat, the scream soon cut off into a horrible, bubbling gurgle as his windpipe is pierced, blood oozing from his ruined throat and tears of pain trickling from his eyes as Kaine, first of the Vampires rises from his neck, licking the life-blood from his lips, slowly Kaine extends a long pale arm, and draws a claw across it, cutting it open so dark blood ozes from it, he proffers it to GR*

Drink and recieve eternal life, recieve vengance for what happened here.....Dont, and die, and let go of your hatered

*Fear in his eyes, mixed with determination, GR reaches up, shuddering as muscles in his neck spasm, and drinks of the rich, cloying gore.....
*

*He shifts in his sleep, a frown on his face as sweat beads on his brow as he continues to dream.....*
*CihChi's spirit appears above him..she strokes his face lovingly..crying so much..she loves him so much, but has to kill him, yet..he must die..her whole face is wet..the tears come down in a steady melancholy parade*

*She feels her heart pounding..her body in the other dimension is being strained by her emotions..she feels her body growing weaker..*

*her image flickers*

ChiChi:Some one has to be the one to bring the peace..what person other than me..what time other than now..oh @#$%..oh god...my god...

*The ghostish form presses against him and tries to strengthen him with her love..*
ChiChi:I have to do this..I do..

*ChiChi cries again..and rips her necklace from her form..*

*It is a dark dragon holding a sparkling diamond in his arms, protectivly, lovingly*

*she drops this down on top of him as she loses all of her power..vanishing*

*.....He sits on an altar, the massive gothic shape of the cathedral looming over him, the ruined and shattered walls surround him and, far above him, and ancient bell tolls mournfully, he looks down at a puddle of water on the floor, expecting to see a reflection but sighing mournfully when he does not, he flops back over the altar, claws spead out at his sides, his black hair loose as he sighs*

What have I become? I long.....no.....I thirst for blood.....I need it, and I know I must kill for it

*He rolls sideways, falling from the altar to land on his clawed feet that dig into the floor, suddenly, he hears something, the voice of a woman, pleading and begging for help, slowly coming closer, he sniffs the air, smelling her fear, suddenly, a door opens and Kaine walks in, bereft of his cloak he is naked but for a pair of black trousers, in one clawed hand he grips the pale arm of a young woman*

Come, my newest Childe, you must feed.....

*Smiling darkly, Kaine turns, and leaves the room, leaving GR alone with the young girl, she falls to the floor, back to the floor as she hugs her arms round her legs, whimpering fearfully as she looks at the newly made Vampire with big, tear filled eyes staring from her grubby face*

*He feels himself being drawn to her, and, near unconciously, he rises to his feet and walks towards her, his clawed feet clacking against the hard stone floor as he stalks towards her, his bloodlust beginning to rise up in him, he can smell her fear and her sweat, he can hear the beating of her heart loudly, loudly, obscuring all other noise*

*Upon seeing him approach the girl whimpers, she curls herself up into a ball, her head hidden between her legs as she shudders, shaking in fear of what she knows will soon happen to her*

*He reaches her, and kneels down slowly, reaching out with a claw to gently touch her skin, causing her to tense up i terror, slowly, he takes her chin in his claw and tilts her head back so she is looking fearfully at him with big, terrified, tear filled eyes, he looks back at her, his blue eyes full of curiousity about this girl, and a deep fear of what he is going to do, suddenly, the girl speaks, her voice cracked and hoarse as she begins to sob from terror*

P...p...Please.....Please, dont.....dont kill me

*He looks into her eyes, wanting to help her, to leave her alone, but slowly, his bloodlust rises, he know what he must do, and he speaks*

Just relax...Dont be afraid...you wont feel a thing...

*Suddenly, he darts forward, her eyes widen in horror in the moment before his fangs reach her, they slash out, his face becoming feral and wolflike as he attacks, as his fangs dig into her neck, she screams, in pain, in fear, at the same time, a claw punches out, digging into her stomach below her rib cage, tearing through her flesh as it rips up into her*

*Her scram chokes off as her throat is pierced, she still shudders, trying futily to escape as the claw reaches her heart and slashes, cutting it free and cleancing around it, with a horrible double ripping noise GR throws his head back and roars, the remains of the girls throat around his lips, her still pulsing heart in his claw that he raises above his head, he looks down at her mutilated and twitching corpse, before bringing the claw holding her heart to his mouth, and biting into it.....
*

*With a shout he comes awake, sweat on his brow and a horrified expression on his face*

No...No...that was so long ago...why...why is this memory haunting me?

*He see's ChiChi's necklace lying on the sheets in front of him and picks it up, holding it gently in his claw, watching the moonlight shine on the silver and the diamond as a confused expression crosses his face*

ChiChi?

*Looks confused and holds the pendant to his lips and kisses it gently*

What is going on? I'm going to have to talk to ChiChi soon, I care for her too much for anything to happen to her

*Yawns*

But at the moment, I am too tired, I'll get some more sleep first

*Gently holds the pendant in one claw, resting on his chest, resting on his heart, he leans back and rests his head against the pillow, soon falling back into his dreams.....*

*He dreams again, floating in the sweet embrace of oblivion, an oblivion that is all to soon interrupted by memories, memories of his past.....*

*.....The swords meet once again, the twisted vorpal shape of Kains blade clashing against the long, slender sword that he gave to GReaper, the black blade shining dully in the light filtering through the cathedrals ruined windows, even as he fights, he can but shudder as he see's the bloodstains on the wall from last night, from his first feeding*

*He shouts in pain as Kains blade pierces his shoulder, only to withdraw near instantly, leaving the wound to close in moments, leaving only a small smear of blood on his skin*

Keep your eyes on your opponent Kalhassis, you never know what they will do, but keep an eye on what happens around you as well

Yes.....I'll remember.....

*Kain sighs silibantly, the slow intake of breath sounding like a death rattle, he shakes his head slowly as he looks at where GR is looking, he smile slowly and turns away*

You are disturbed my Childe.....and I know why, you are not used to killing humans, you still think of them as people, they arent, they are cattle, to feed us and our kin, nothing more, you should not get so attatched to them, they are beneath you

*GR sighs and looks at the bloodstains again, thinking that the humans are only important for one thing, his vengance, his vengance for what they did to Black Jade, his first true love.....


*He moans fitfully in his sleep, memories flooding back in a torrent of horror.....*
*.....One of the priestesses screams as blood splatters across her face, the flayed bones of what was once a priest of the Sarafan falls to the ground with a clatter as his skin burns away and his blood floats across the room into the fanged maw of GR, the screaming woman backs away, moving her hands in gestures and stammering out the syllables of a spell, but her casting is interrupted as a claw flashes out, removing her head from her shoulders a hurling it across the room in a rain of blood to shatter open in a crimson explosion against a wall*

*The remaining paladins, priest and priestess back away, the 3 paladins swords held ready, the preist and priestess chanting spells, the only figure in the room not involved in the fight being a young female paladin, clutching a shoulder wound as she trembles fearfully, back to the wall as she kneels on the ground*

*The paladins charge, silver blades cutting through empty space as GR leaps high into the air, falling behind them and bringing 'Nightfall' down into the back of one of them, passing through their gorget and down through their spine before pulling back the black blade, cutting the armour like tinfoil and spraying the paladins insides over the tiled floor as he collapses backwards into a limp heap, GR brings the blade up to his lips and licks the crimson gore from it*

Who wants to die next?

*The remaining two paladins exchange a fearfull glance.....just before twin bolts of white flame shoot past them from the priest and priestess and explodes agains GR's chest, hurling him backwards, screaming in agony, the paladins smile beneath their helms and run forwards to finish him, the first recieving a length of cold steel through his stomach, piercing the bottom of his lungs and leaving him a gasping, gurgling heap on the floor that slowly expires writhing in agony*

*The second brings his sword down only to have it clang agains the stone floor as GR rolls to the side and leaps back to his feet, hissing and snarling, the paladin charges, bringing his sword round in long swings aimed to dismember and decapitate, none of them land, the only hit being made by GR as he leaps behind the paladin and punches a claw through his back, ripping out his lungs and heart and crushing them as the twithching corpse falls to the floor.....*
*.....The priest and priestess pale visibly, backing away from the bloody corpses of their dead protectors, the priest recovers first and pulls out a crucifix, beginning to chant as white flames surround him starting to concentrate into a pulse of purifying fire as GR shouts out his own chant*

Kainas Flagellis Epideremi!

*His chanting is quickly transformed to horrified screaming, and then bubbling noises as a bolt of crimson light flies from GR's outstretched claw and strikes him in the chest, glowing streams of energy crawling across him from the wound, into his mouth, ears and nose, he arches his bak, the fire dissapearing as he screams, red light shining from his face as his skin explodes from his face, followed by his flesh and blood as he erupts into a flying cloud of crimson gore which floats into GR's mouth, who gulps it down, filling his throat with the cloying, mettalic taste of blood*

*The priestess screams in terror and backs up to the wall as GR stalks towards her, she pulls out her own crucifix to cast a spell to try to halt the vampire, suddenly, GR leapt forward, he brings up her cross to ward him away, only for a claw to close around her hand, crushing her bones and causing her to fall to the ground screaming in pain as the cross is wrested from her grasp, the screams soon become more high pitched and then cut off as the cross is pressed through her eyeball, stabbing into her brain as her body goes limp and collapses on the ground*

*The last living creature in the room, the woman paladin shudders at seeing the horror in front of her, the dismembered and revaged corpses of her comrades, and the bloodstained vampire engaged in stabbing a crucifix through a womans eye socket, fearfully she watches as GR turns to look at her, his crimson eyes slowly changing to a light blue as he shrugs off his blood-rage, but she soon starts to quake in fear as he stands, and begins to walk purposefully towards her, she holds out her hands in a gesture of peace and speaks, her voice filled with fear*

p..p..please, I have no quarrel with you vampire, I was not one of those who killed your kin, please, I have no greivance with you

Oh but you do, you see paladin, I am a vampire, I am a blasphemy against nature, I am a creature of darkness that hunts and destroys all that is good and noble.....thats wha your order teaches isnt it? That all that is touched by evil should die? Its too late for me, I was dead the moment your ''friends'' attacked me and my kin.....and dont worry, I wont kill you.....You could have stopped your allies, but you didnt, but you didnt attack me either, and for that.....I will reward you for your trouble.....*

*And with those words, he strikes, digging his razor sharp incisors into the womans pale neck, digging into her skin, her blood rushing between his lips and down his throat, it seems like ages, but in reality it is merely moments, but in those moments his body is wracked with extasy, the cloying fluid filling him with pleasure, moments after the feeding begins he releases her, she is pale, and shivering from blood loss, he extends his arm so it is in front of her face and slowly draws a claw across it, letting his dark, rich blood run from the wound, he holds it in fron of her mouth, she looks fearfully into his eyes, knowing that her choice is to die or be damned, her humanity wins through, and she drinks.....*

*With a horrible scream he jerks awake, sweat covering his body, he feels a sharp taste on his lips and licks them, finding out that he bit his lip during his dream, he shakes his head and lurches out of bed, looking around with bleary red eyes, he pulls on a pair of trousers, boots and a t-shirt and pulling ChiChi's pendant round his neck, he walks to the window and leaps out, extending his wings and flying into the night*

*TB runs up to GR's room, only to see him flying out the window at tremendous speeds*

....whats wrong with him?
*Some time later he lands heavilly on the balcony and staggers to his bed, flopping down on it*

What's going on? First I start having these dreams, then Shirley gets killed by a vampire

*Sighs*

What the **** is going on?
i have no earthly idea, bro...

TB kicks back on a balcony chair*

*Sighs*
Man...whats going on, bro?

 

I dont know bro.....I really dont know.....

 

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*He dreams again.....*

*.....All around him he can hear the shrieks of pain and screams of terror of the villiagers mixing with the viscious laughter and moans of pleasure of his kin, all around him the villiage burns, vampires stalking the humans through the burning buildings, feeding, killing, and taking other, cruder, more basic pleasures with the villiagers*

*A figure stalks out of a burning buildings, a woman, a vampire, her pale face splattered with the blood of the young boy that lies dead in her claws, she licks the rest of the crimson gore from her full, ruby coloured lips and stands. Seeing her sire watching her she smiles at him, the red leather of her armour glistening in the flames from the burning buildings, a long cloak, decorated with a spider web pattern flutters out behind her*

*He watches her, his heart full of pride as he watches the woman he loves walk towards him, his eyes roaming over her, her hard, muscular arms, her flat stomach, her long atheletic legs, her razor sharp ivory fangs, and her long, wickedly sharp claws. He returns her smile, his fangs glittering with the orange light they reflect from the flames, he reaches out a claw to her, gesturing for her to approach*

*She stands, her long legs flexing as she turns to him, she walks towards him, carefully skirting the flames that could so easilly end her existence and smiles, she stops for a moment, sniffing the air, then, her smile gets even larger, she suddenly lunges sideways, her claws efforlessly smashing through the solid oak of a cellar door, she leaps in to the sounds of a woman screaming inside, seeing this, he quickly runs forwards and follows her, leaping into the cellar after her.....*

*.....He falls down through the shattered doorway to land heavilly on the cold stone of the cellar floor, lookin up, his burning red eyes easilly make out the figures of the other vampire, standing in the middle of the room, a large male human held effortlessly off the floor in one of her claws, slowly having his throat crushed as he struggles and gurgles in a futile attempt to escape, and the crouched, screaming figure of a young girl huddled in the corner, as the man breathes his last he grabs the girls wrist and lifts her up into the air, his claw cutting into her wrist, causing her to shriek in pain as the woman Vampire stalks over from the huddles body of the girls father and slips a slender arm around GR's waist*

I always manage to find the best prey dont I? Lets enjoy this girl.....together.....

*She grins evilly as their lips meet, the sharp mettalic tang of blood on her breath as they kiss, they break away moments later, their burning red eyes looking over the young girl that screams and struggles in his grip, her wrist dislocating and her skin tearing as she struggles in vain to get free, blood from her wrist covering his claw in crimson gore*

Yessss.....Letssss.....

*He drops the girl to the ground, who quickly comes to her feet and tries to run past the two vampires, the woman vampire grabs her though and pushes her to the ground agains the floor, one claw holding her down while the other rips through her clothing, tearing off her clothes so the girl lies half-naked on the floor, GR kneels next to her, grinning evilly and he holds the girl down, his claw cutting through her skin as she screams in horror, the woman vampire joins the fun and kneels on the other side of the screaming girl, the two vampires exchange a glance and lunge forward, their fangs and claws ripping into the girls skin, tearing it from her flesh as blood sprays across the floor.....*

 

*.....He moans in mixed pleasure and pain as the two of them lie together naked on the cellar floor, their bodies are slicked with the blood from the naked, shredded corpse lying against the wall, he grins evilly at the woman lying on top of him, she returns the grin as well as licking a long crimson smear of blood from the dragon tattoo'ed on his chest*

*He winces slightly as she digs her teeth into his chest, licking blood from the 'Love-Bite', he snarls slightly in mixed pain and pleasure before pulling her up so they are face to face and sinking his own fangs into her shoulder, drawing in the hot liquid thet runs from the small wound, moments later he releases her, revelling in the bloodshed and destruction that still echoes down from outside, and glorying in the warm, sticky blood that covers his body, revelling in causing pain and death to the humans*

*He lowers his eyes again, his own blue orbs staring into the empty seeming black eyes of the girl, he takes her head in his hands and presses her lips to his neck, wincing as her fangs pierce his throat, he wraps his arms round her and bites into her throat with his own razor sharp incisors, feeling the hot blood spew into his throat, he moans in pleasure as does she, the two vampires locked together, moaning and writhing together in the blood of a dead girl.....*


*He shifts uncomfortably and the dream fades to be replaced by another.....*

*.....Flames erupt all around them as fireballs from the mages explode, the vampires caught in the explosions scream as their flesh erupts, their skin blistering as they burn, they collapse, writhing in agony as they slowly expire, he slashes with Nightfall and Moonrise, hacking a human warrior into three separate, blood soaked chunks of flesh that fall to the ground with a wet splatter*

*He looks around, vampires and humans are locked in combat all around the vault like chamber, swords and claws slashing and hacking as they tear each other apart, the floor is wet and stick with the blood and internal organs of dead humans and vampires, suddenly he hears a scream, a scream that he recognises all to well.....*

Get your ****ing hands off me you animals!

*She screams as the humans hold her down, more and more humans running to fight the vampires as the priests cast spells, suddenly, one of them reaches her and the humans that are holding her, he grasps a stake in one hand and gestures to the vampires being beaten out of the chamber before speaking*

Your damned kin are losing dark one, they will soon die, as will you

*He raises the stake and prepares t obring it down as the vampire screams to GR*

KALHASSIS!! HEEELLLP MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*GR roars and leaps into the fray, only to find himself restrained by others, pulling him from the fight, from the woman he loves*

NO! Let me go you bastards!

KALHASSIS! DONT LEAVE MEEEEEE!!! YOU SAID YOU'D NEVER ABANDON ME!

*Suddenly, she screams, the stake plunging into her chest, snapping ribs and cutting flesh as it pierces her heartm causing her to scream in agony as her soul is torn from her body, her body disintegrating and collapsing into dust as she dies, he screams in agony, trying to reach her and kill the humans as he is dragged from the chamber, tears in his eyes, the last thing he sees before everything goes black is a clawed fist slashing towards his face.....*

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.....He stands in the shadowy recesses of the corridor, his long cloak covering the rest of his body, next to him stands another cloaked figure, black robes totally hiding their body, only two points of crimson light deep in his hood showing his undead nature. From down the corridor can be heard the sounds of a woman, his mother, giving birth to her second child*

Ssssso my ssson, hasss your mother chosssen a name for her ssssson yet?

Yes father, She wants my brother to be called Casey, his father approves of her choice as well

Casssey? an odd name, but, ssssstrangely fitting, an odd name for a child conccccceived in odd conditionsssss, a Sssssaiyan and a sssssuccubussss, a ssssstrange pairing

Much like you and mother, a necromancer and a demon

Yessss my sson, but Kalhasssissss is such a noble name

Yes...

*His words are cut off by a loud scream and the two of them rush towards the chamber at the end of the hall, GR's claws and his fathers bare bones clicking against the stone floor, as they reach the door it opens, and the midwife, a night hag, gestures for them to enter*

*Inside the room, lying on a stone slab in the center, covered from the waist down by a black silk cloth, is his mother, a pale but beautiful woman with long red hair, full crimson lips and a statuesque body, only her red eyes, horns and wings giving away her infernal nature, grasped tightly to her bosom,in her arms is a small bundle of black cloth, from which a chubby arm reaches playfully to her tear streaked face, standing over her is a man, short, but powerfully built and muscled, a scar runs over his right cheek and his blond hair shines in the gentle light of the room*

P..please, take care of my son, please?

Dont worry my love, I will

*Gently the woman hands the child to its father, turning her face away as she knows she may never see him again, the man grimly smiles, and kisses her, before turning to the window, and flying away into the night.....*

 


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*He shifts uncomfortably as he slips into the dark embrace of his dreams.....*

He stands alone on a bleak and barren plain, all around him is nothing but silvery sand and occasional skeletal hands poking from the ground, there is no wind to stir his hair or cloak, the only illumination seems to come from the ground itself, casting an eerie light on his features, the black sky above empty of sun, moon and stars offering no light*

*Suddenly, in the distance, a point of crimson light appears, it pulses slowly, casting a bloody crimson glow over the landscape, as the light from it pulses, the ground below it and him begins to change, becoming darker, as if wet, and the skeletal hands protruding from the ground begin to stir, suddenly, he realises why the ground looks wet, oozing up from it, covering his foot-claws and changing the grounds light from white to crimson, is thick red blood*

*His eyes widen in shock as the blood becomes deeper, reaching his knees, realising the blood does not seem to be stopping he spreads his wings and attempts to take to the sky, but the thick, cloying liquid will not let him get off the ground and begins to suck him down, oozing slowly up past his waist, then his chest, pinning his wings and arms, finally it reaches his head and sucks him slowly beneath its surface, oozing into his throat and nose as he begins to suffocate.....*

*.....Choking, suffocating, he cant breath, he opens his eyes only to see red everywhere, he opens his mouth to shout but only gets a mouthfull of the thick, cloying liquid, its mettalic taste filling his throat, he shivers in extacy as the hot, fresh blood pours into him, rejuvinating and intoxicating him at the same time*

*He struggles and thrashes in the liquid for what seems like an eternity, one long prolonged eternity of blood, pain and pleasure, suddenly, the feelings begin to subside, he realises the something has grabbed the collar of his cloak and is dragging him from the lake of blood, he feels himself thrown roughly to the floor and lies there, sputtering and choking as he coughs up blood before looking up at the figure standing over him*

*The woman standing over him is dressed in red leather armour, a long cloak of the same colour flows behind her as she looks at him, her eyes are the same colour as her cloak and armour, her mouth fanged, he hands clawed, she looks at GR with contempt in her eyes and snarls as he recognises her and he speaks*

Childe.....?*

*.....She looks at him with hatred and contempt, her eyes burning with her hatred as she reaches down with a claw and closes it around his throat, she lifts him slowly into the air, the claw cutting into his neck as she runs a hand along his cheek, Looking into his eyes as she picks him off the ground, he tries to talk but all he can do is cough up blood and choke as she cuts off his air*

I didnt think youd remember me
sire, I thought you’d have forgotten me just like the rest of the people who cared for you

*He struggles futilly in her grip as the claws begin to tighten, more blood entering his throat as her claws cut through his neck and enter his windpipe, he gurgles in pain as blood runs along her hand and down his neck as her other claw cut into the skin below his eye*

You left me to die Kal, you corrupted me, embraced me into the darkness, and then left me to die, and for that, your going to pay.....I'll be coming for you soon, and then, what I'm doing to you now will seem like nothing in comparison

*She snarls hatefully as the claw jerks and pierces his eyeball, punching into his skull while the other shreds the remaining flesh round his throat and slices into his spinal cord, he struggles and moans on pain as her claw moves in fron of his other eye before punching through it, blinding him, he tries to claw her, but doesnt have a chance as she stabs him through the heart with her dagger and drops him to the ground, drowning in his own blood as he expires painfully on the ground.....*

*.....All around the bones of the dead move and pull together, forming into skeletons, clawed hands digging themselves out of the ground, pulling themselves up and towards the shaking, pain wracked body of GReaper, they are little more than motley collections of bones, but for their faces, their faces, their faces are still flesh, still moving, still alive as they stagger towards GR, moaning and chanting in horrific singsong voices*

We're coming.....We're coming.....We're coming.....

*Barely able to see them with his ruined eyes he drags himself across the floor away from them as they get closer, but he is not fast enough, bony claws rake his skin, tearing into his flesh, scraping along bone, the wounds heal almost instantly, but this just allows them to hurt him more, he writhes in agony, biting back the pain that is rising to a horrible crescendo of agony inside him, finally he can hold no more, and screams, bursting from his nightmares and back to the waking world.....
*

 

ChiChi:::

 

*She feels him tossing and turning in his sleep..ChiChi holds on tight to him in his fitfull slumber..she wants to come to his dreams, and soothe him from the nightmare thats wreaking havok upon his soul..but her own soul is too wounded to slip away from the protection her immortal, healing body holds.*

*Finally he bursts upright from slumber, and lets out a terrifiying roar..it shakes the very core of her being..she awakens immediatly from her dreamless state and rises right with him, gripping onto his wings, as he violently rips upward, sitting up straight in the bed*

*ChiChi runs two fingers across his lips, trying to calm him down, gently, lovingly..her green eyes softly stare into his hypnotic blue ones, wild with the last fleeting visions of a disturbing slumber*

ChiChi:Shh...shh....

GR:::

 

*He draws in deep, ragged breaths, his chest heaving as cold sweat runs from him, he shakes slightly in the aftermath of the dream as he tries to get himself back under control, slowly his breathing returns to normal, ChiChi's soothing voice calming him and bringing him back to reality*

Oh gods.....whats happening to me?

*Frustrated snarl*

Whats going on?

*Slumps down*

<quietly> Whats going on?

 

ChiChi:::

 

*She brushes her small hands gently down his smooth face, stopping at his lips, pushing outwards and down his neck. Finally ChiChi softly presses her lips against his, trying to quiet his wonderings*

*Keeping her gentle gaze steady, she makes a mental note to consult the orbs..to find out for herself. Seeing him suffer hurt her like a violent hell..and she had to find out why...why?*

*Her face seems withdrawn, and lost in deep thought..*

*It was another thing added to her long list...added alongside trying her hardest to get Zhuge to understand...why she has to kill them all..and mabe then, he'll understand why she does this, although that will be when she is in hell, and him in heaven. ''That's where he belongs...'' She thought, soundlessly. Not here on earth where people get hurt..and die. Even in hell herself, ..knowing she helped to bring a eternity of peace..then, it would never be a total hell..and as long as her love still loved her...it wouldn't be hell..there is no way it could be...*

*ChiChi sighs and kisses him again, then slips on top of him, resting her head on his muscular chest. She knows he'll protect her...and she knows, that untill it is time for him, as well....she will protect him. With her life.*

*No dreams will come haunting him...hurting him..some how she must remedy this.*

GR:::

 

*Lies back with ChiChi on top of him, his thoughts still confused and worried, bur calmer, no longer frantic, his mind and body soothed by her presence, her warmth against his chest comforting him like nothing else can, her love filling a part of him that has been empty for centuries...since...she...no, he doesnt want to think of that, he wants only to be here with his love*

*He places a hand on her back, stroking her skin gently, the other hand resting on the back of her head, stroking her hair, he leans down and kisses her forehead*

ChiChi.....my love.....whats happening to me?

ChiChi:::

 

ChiChi:I...don't know..but..

*She gets up out of his arms and taps into some of her power..the child-like form begins to emit a white aura..power eminating from every pore in her body..her whole core seems to burst alive with a energy not experinced for a long time..and the desire to protect what is hers sears throughout her. A rage shows in her green eyes, she looks at GR and portrays what words cannot say alone...and suddenly, muscle seems now very much irrelevant. She draws a dagger of her own strength and energy into her hands..the weapon swells with it's own power.*

*Quickly she takes in a deep breath as a streak of understanding hits her soul. Understanding for Zhuge...her eyes, usually so calm, widen to twice their normal size.*

ChiChi:....!! My..GOD!! Good God!!

*This is all a lot for her..and she sinks back onto GR..her arms drop, and the dagger vanishes..the white aura remains constant, then also, flickers, and disappears as well.*

*As quickly as the realization came, it left..she lost all recollection of the last event as soon as she fell back against him, and passed out for that one second..that was all it took for the memory to be washed out*

*Again she stands, pretending nothing took place..*

GR:::

 

*A look of mixed curiousity and worry crosses his face as ChiChi shouts out, he reaches out to her with a claw, but he slumps back into bed, fatigue from too many restless nights and bad dreams rushing into him*

*Sighs*

I...I need to rest...properly

*He shifts in the bed, wanting to sleep, but fearfull of the dreams that he knows may come, his blue eyes dull and glassy from lack of sleep, his hand absentmindedly traces the scar over his eye and the one on his chest*

I need to rest....but.....I'm afraid

*He reaches out and grips her hand with a claw, and before he can stop himself, falls asleep again*

 

ChiChi:::

 

*She holds tight onto his claw..and kisses it, then decides to leave her body somewhere safe...away from anyone who could hurt it..for ChiChi is going to enter his dreams...keep him safe..and for that, her body and soul must seperate so that her spirit can roam free..while her body is chained to the ever mortal earth.*

 

GR:::

 

......He stands in the burning rubble of the seraphim temple, empty but for the bodies of the vampire hunters, clawed, ripped, eviscerated and bloodily torn apart, none of them in single peices, their body parts thrown carelessly around the tiled floors, the blood remaining after the vampires had fed running in rivulets between tiles and bodies, he stands alone in their midst, his claws and lips stained with the blood of the fallen, his body covered in burns and wounds from fire, acid and silver weapons, he looks around at the carnage, seemingly in satisfaction, moving stiffly from his wounds he stalks around the room, speaking in a slow voice that would fill any listeners with an urge to put as much distance as possible between them and this creature*

The blood of the children of Kaine is filled with a fury all its own.....

*He smiles slowly, the carnage pleasing him, yet pain is still evident in his eyes, a look of loss and anguish, tempered with fury and anger long since spent, he lets out a long sigh and walks to a nearby corpse, a long black blade pinning it to the stone wall, he withdraws the blade and watches the corpse fall to the floor with barely a sound, he kicks it contemptuously and turns to leave, but as he does, he sees a glimmer of light on the altar, we pads over to it, his claws making no sound as they are cushioned by the bodies littering the floor*

*He walks slowy up the steps to the ruined altar and surveys it slowly, a mocking look in his azure eyes, the once beautifull altar ruined and smashed, claw marks, many of them his own cover some of the stones where they were wrenched from the altar and hurled apart, scorched stones mark where spells and bloodstars impacted against it, and a crimson stain marks where he and his kin flayed the high preist alive, tearing off his skin with their bare hands, yet in the middle of the destruction he sees something beautifull yet deadly, something that has survived, and thrived in the middle of this nihilistic rage of blood and death.....*

*.....It is a sword, a greatsword, a 5 foot long blade of shining silver, a pair of sharp secondary blades and a three quarter blood channel all crafted from the purest possible quality silver shining in the wan moonlight that filters through the cathedrals shattered windows, its hilt is silver and shaped like a dragon, wings spread out, head merging into the blade, tail meeting the hilt, the foot long hilt wrapped with black leather with small silver studs to offer a firm grip protruding from between the strips of leather, and a simple blue pommel stone at the end*

*He reaches to it slowly, wondering at how humans can cause so much pain and anguish to him, indiscriminately kill his allies and friends and wipe out his kin for no other reason than they are vampires can create something so deadly to his kind, and yet so beautiful and elegant, he slowy reaches out with his claw to the hilt and touches the hilt, the black leather smooth under his claw, he grips it fully in his claw, and staggers back, dropping to the floor and screaming in agony as the silver studs on the hilt burn his hand, he screams again, but realises he cannot release the blade, it has burned into his flesh and attatched itself to his hand, he grits his teeth and bares his fangs as he bears the pain*

*He summons his energy to himself and forces it into the blade, crimson light surrounds him and the sword as his power enters it, imbuding it with the very energy of his soul, and of life the pain rises to a peak, forcing him to scream again, but he clenches his fist and continues to imbude the blade, slowly the blade begins to alter in response, the sliver blade still shining as ever, but the pommel stone darkens, becoming as red as the blood that flows from the burns on his hand, the hilt becomes black, sharp prongs growing from the metal, the hilt lengthens, accomodating itself to his claws, slowly, the pain ebbs away, and he finds he can release the sword, it has changed, becoming more like his nature, a blade corrupted to the use of a vampire, he smiles weakly, hissing in triumph, just as he blacks out from pain and blood loss.....*

 

*.....He walks steadily, the rythmic clack of his claws on the stony ground measuring his progress along the mountain trail, above and behind him, lining the cliffs, are his kin, his bretheren, all watching and looking on with baleful red eyes as the exile leaves their home, their hunting ground, and at the highest point, surrounded by his oldest and first children, is his sire, the one who made him what he is, Kaine. He feels their eyes watching him as he walks swiftly away from them, burning into his back, their contempt and disgust for his treachery in helping a lowly human*

*He covers the ground quickly, soon leaving the trail and the mountain pass behind him, leaving his kin, his brothers and sisters behind him, as he walks his emotions become mixed, his contempt of the others giving way to an intense feeling of loss and loneliness that cuts him deeper than the wound of any blade, as soon as he knows no-one is watching he falls to his knees, leaning heavily on a rock, a look of anguished loneliness on his pale features*

*He raises his head and looks up into the dark sky, his luminous blue eyes coming to rest on the ivory orb of the moon, the wan light it sheds illuminating his face, causing the lonely tears that run down his cheeks to shine faintly, making his tattoos seem like fresh ink on white paper, he sighs slowly, and lets out a low moan of pain, his soul feeling empty, he knows now that because of the humans he has lost everything, his lover, his friends, his family, and the closest thing he ever had to a true family, he slowly gets to his feets, and continues on his lonely path.....alone.....

*.....The snow covers the ground thickly, blanketing the world in a layer of soft white chill, it is silent, nothing can be heard but the faint whistle of the wind, the crunch of his feet on snow as he trudges along, and the gasp of his deep, laboured breathing as he struggles to continue with his travels*

*He can feel himself weakening, he knows that his strength is slowly ebbing, he has not fed for days, he has not felt the rich taste of fresh, hot blood in his throat for what seems like an eternity, he staggers, tripping over a hidden root but rights himself before he can fall and continues, the wind whipping his cloak and his long black hair around as he struggles forwards into the storm to what has been calling him, pulling him onwards, a deep, irresistable call that drags him onwards*

*Finally he collapses, face down in the snow, his limbs spreadeageled as the last of his strength leaves him, with all he can muster he manages to roll onto his back, his shallow breath sending small clouds of steam into the air, he waits there, alone and cold, he waits for death to embrace him and take him away from the harshness of the world*

*Suddenly, his reverie is broken, and he hears footsteps, a shadow falls over him and he looks up weakly at the man standing over him, the figures greatcoat conceals most of his features, but he knows that this is the source of the call that has pulled him to this cold place, the figure reaches towards him with a gloved hand and speaks*

My name is M Hart, and I've been looking for you.....