WOOOOOOO MY TURN!!!! (Hunt slaps burn on the head) NO!! Your origins story my writing.
Ok burns story . . . he is tall with light brown hair and a average build, in his old life he was Ryan Glover a student at Cambridge, and a child protégé. It was during his studies that he came across a legend, of heroes that would arrive when darkness threatened humanity.
FROM THE FLAMES THEY SHALL BE RE-BORN
TIED TO BLOOD STEEL, THESE HEROES SHALL BE
TO BREAK THE BONDS OF DESTINY
AND KNOW THE WRATH OF AN IMMORTALS SCORN
At the time he disregarded it as nonsense, or the ramblings of a fool but soon he would be part of this legend
“AAAAAAHHHHHWN!!!!” he yawned it was quarter to midnight Ryan was working on computer program. Correcting the coding and sorting out bugs. He was in the universities library, with his laptop and it seemed the place was empty. He opened the internet browser turned the volume up and hit play on we7. Now blink 182 filled the void of silence. “All the small things, True care, truth brings. . .” as he sang along there was a thump outside.
“DUDE WHAT DID CAMBRIDGE DO TO YOU” called a drunken voice from outside
“THEY REJECTED MY APPLICATION. NOW IM GOING TO BURN IT DOWN” a second drunk yelled. Ryan sighed paused his music and walked calmly outside
“Excuse me gentlemen. . .” he paused and waited for an answer. No reply “Gentlemen?” he tried again. Still no answer “OY NOBHEADS!!” he yelled at the group of drunks. They turned most were tall, some were muscular and one hand a tank of petrol in one hand and a lighter in the other. He didn’t give a dam about all that, he counted them up . . . six drunk men possibly armed and obviously low on brain cells. “Now that I have your attention I would like to inform you, are in fact trespassing and if you don’t leave I will inform the police of your attempt to burn the college library.”
“Oh looky here, we got a stuffed shirt snitching on us” said the first drunk as they began to form a circle around him “who thinks we should leave?” the group just snorted at him.
“If you decide to attack me I warn you . . .” he smirked “I WILL kick all of your arses and personally throw you all of campus” as he spoke one took a swing at him. He simply swerved out the way took hold of his wrist applied pressure to the elbow and promptly broke his arm. He dropped to the floor crying out in agony; Ryan simply looked at the group and said “Next please.”
“Wise guy aye.” Said a tall man he was blonde heavily muscled and carrying a bat. The wood came soaring towards Ryan’s head. He ducked under It and aimed a kick at the man’s groin, he too fell to the ground beside his friend.
“Two down four left. You there the ugly one” he pointed to a man with a misshapen nose that had obviously been broken more than once. “Want to give it a shot?”
“Fuck you! Your little tricks aren’t gonna help you against me I used to be a boxer mate” his accent suggested he was a northerner. He stepped into the ring and pulled his balled up fists up to his face. Our hero simply aimed a kick at them and the man gave himself two black eyes, He then tripped him and placed a foot on his chest.
“If you don’t want me to break your ribs, Don’t get up” he whispered. as he did so a beefy drunk attempted to tackle him from behind. Ryan turned ducked slightly and hooked his arm into the charging mans neck, using his momentum against him he pulled up and the man fell to the floor “You too you little bastard” he said gesturing at the man on the floor.”Hmmm only a third of the party left, if you want you could save yourselves some pain and help me carry your friends to the curb?” one had snuck up behind him and hooked his arms under Ryan’s. The one with the lighter and the tank walked forward. I say walked more like staggered.
“You just beat up my friends.” As he said this he landed the first punch of the night. Unfortunately it was on the top of his friends head. Ryan had bent over and flipped the man holding him over his back and into the man’s fist. He let out a wail of pain as his knuckles broke and his friend landed on top of him. “BASTARD!!!” he squealed.
“YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE TO GET OFF MY CAMPUS OR IM CALLING THE POLICE” he yelled to the pile of drunks. He watched as they scrambled away
This is only part one of Burns origin story btw part 2 up as soon as we kill the blood Vamp who has just interupted us .. . YES IM TALKING ABOUT YOU YOU LITTLE LEACH
Saturday, 4 September 2010
Friday, 3 September 2010
Enter Hunt (warning explicit)
Hey Blood here it’s my turn to write you’ve read my story well we got three left and next up is Hunt. His old name was Kieran Bennett and he was once busboy at a local restaurant, now the only thing he is cleaning is the blood stains from his clothes. You can’t see this but he just gave me the “I’m going to kill you while you sleep” look, F.Y.I that look works really well when he is sharpening a very long dagger.
Kieran encountered his first vampire a less destructive more seductive way (there’s that look again). He was clearing glasses at the Bar wine glasses, cocktail glasses, shots. You know the usual stuff when he noticed the bars only remaining customer. A tall blonde with perfect curves, Sapphire blue eyes, and thin legs that were folded gracefully, her body was outlined perfectly by a short black dress that revealed a lot of her lacey underwear. He swore under his breath and carried on with his job, unable to take his eyes away he approached her to gather the empty glasses that littered the bar around her.
“Ummmm excuse me miss. . .” he began, but paused mid sentence as she turned to him unfolding her legs and revealing some of what was beneath that lacey underwear.
“Yes . . .” she looked at his nametag “Kieran?”
“I’m sorry miss but you’re going to have to leave.” He tried to steel his voice but fiddling with her necklace drew his eye to her subtle breasts. She noticed this and smiled
“I promised myself I wouldn’t leave until I found a man.” Her smile faded with a sigh and she turned to stand. A thought burrowed its way into his mind
“Well all I need to do is pick up these glasses and I’m off duty” he casually mentioned. “Maybe we could visit a motel and chat over a glass of wine.”
“Thanks but I only date men not boys” she followed this with a seductive laugh and stood to leave
“Not a problem I’m 21” he lied. The response was almost immediate and before he knew it she was on top of him in a cheap motel, one hand lightly cupping her ass and the other toying with her nipple as she kissed his neck and ripped his shirt from him. He removed both hands from her body and slowly moved them up to the zipper of her dress slowly he pulled it down as he gently kissed her breasts. She sat up and lifted her dress over her head. She reached down and rubbed the growing bulge in his pants she lent in her eyes full of lust, or hunger he heard a scuff like a knife being drawn from its sheathe. His instincts kicked in and he pulled up his knees at once, they cracked into her spine and he threw her from him. He was right she had drawn a blade a 6inch long knife curved slightly at the tip to hook into flesh, the blade was dipped in a blue green liquid that Kieran didn’t recognize. Leaping up he dodged her first slash. He reached for a chair that lay toppled by the bed. He grabbed it and swung it smashed into her head and blood poured from the gash it made. She kept coming though. Aiming for his throat each time she swung the tiny blade. He needed a weapon grasping at anything remotely useful he saw a glimmer of blood red. He grabbed a dual ended knife the blades made of red steel and the hilt of black diamond. He didn’t know how it got there all he knew was that a blade was coming towards his neck and now he could defend himself he ducked and lashed out barely scrapping her abdomen. She leapt back, as the blades caught alight with a dark fire erupting from either end he reached into it instinctively and drew back an invisible bow the arrow forming from the dark flames.
“Oh by the way Bitch” he let loose the arrow, impaling her neck and burning the flesh from her bones “I’m seventeen” her scream came out as a gurgle as she choked on blood and the dark fire consumed her.
He watched the gruesomely as her once perfect body writhed unnaturally. Her hair once golden was now a mane of destruction. She contorted her body folding in on itself, the soft skin that moments ago was being pressed against him, was now charred and blooded. His burning bow in one hand and his other still trapped in the position when he let the arrow go, the flames were now spreading from his fingertips up the length of his arm. The bow collapsed inwards the flames pouring across his skin like water. They engulfed him and as he strained against the force of the almighty blaze, he heard his own scream detached from his body that now lay on the ground in front of him. He was now just a spirit tethered to the world by barely a thread, he watched in horror as the flames began to drain his soul away in those moments Kieran felt like he would be drained away.
But as the flame neared the final remnants of his soul the eyes of his body opened. He blinked and was back in his body the knife-Bow was the only source of light left in the empty world.
We need to post faster sorry
Kieran encountered his first vampire a less destructive more seductive way (there’s that look again). He was clearing glasses at the Bar wine glasses, cocktail glasses, shots. You know the usual stuff when he noticed the bars only remaining customer. A tall blonde with perfect curves, Sapphire blue eyes, and thin legs that were folded gracefully, her body was outlined perfectly by a short black dress that revealed a lot of her lacey underwear. He swore under his breath and carried on with his job, unable to take his eyes away he approached her to gather the empty glasses that littered the bar around her.
“Ummmm excuse me miss. . .” he began, but paused mid sentence as she turned to him unfolding her legs and revealing some of what was beneath that lacey underwear.
“Yes . . .” she looked at his nametag “Kieran?”
“I’m sorry miss but you’re going to have to leave.” He tried to steel his voice but fiddling with her necklace drew his eye to her subtle breasts. She noticed this and smiled
“I promised myself I wouldn’t leave until I found a man.” Her smile faded with a sigh and she turned to stand. A thought burrowed its way into his mind
“Well all I need to do is pick up these glasses and I’m off duty” he casually mentioned. “Maybe we could visit a motel and chat over a glass of wine.”
“Thanks but I only date men not boys” she followed this with a seductive laugh and stood to leave
“Not a problem I’m 21” he lied. The response was almost immediate and before he knew it she was on top of him in a cheap motel, one hand lightly cupping her ass and the other toying with her nipple as she kissed his neck and ripped his shirt from him. He removed both hands from her body and slowly moved them up to the zipper of her dress slowly he pulled it down as he gently kissed her breasts. She sat up and lifted her dress over her head. She reached down and rubbed the growing bulge in his pants she lent in her eyes full of lust, or hunger he heard a scuff like a knife being drawn from its sheathe. His instincts kicked in and he pulled up his knees at once, they cracked into her spine and he threw her from him. He was right she had drawn a blade a 6inch long knife curved slightly at the tip to hook into flesh, the blade was dipped in a blue green liquid that Kieran didn’t recognize. Leaping up he dodged her first slash. He reached for a chair that lay toppled by the bed. He grabbed it and swung it smashed into her head and blood poured from the gash it made. She kept coming though. Aiming for his throat each time she swung the tiny blade. He needed a weapon grasping at anything remotely useful he saw a glimmer of blood red. He grabbed a dual ended knife the blades made of red steel and the hilt of black diamond. He didn’t know how it got there all he knew was that a blade was coming towards his neck and now he could defend himself he ducked and lashed out barely scrapping her abdomen. She leapt back, as the blades caught alight with a dark fire erupting from either end he reached into it instinctively and drew back an invisible bow the arrow forming from the dark flames.
“Oh by the way Bitch” he let loose the arrow, impaling her neck and burning the flesh from her bones “I’m seventeen” her scream came out as a gurgle as she choked on blood and the dark fire consumed her.
He watched the gruesomely as her once perfect body writhed unnaturally. Her hair once golden was now a mane of destruction. She contorted her body folding in on itself, the soft skin that moments ago was being pressed against him, was now charred and blooded. His burning bow in one hand and his other still trapped in the position when he let the arrow go, the flames were now spreading from his fingertips up the length of his arm. The bow collapsed inwards the flames pouring across his skin like water. They engulfed him and as he strained against the force of the almighty blaze, he heard his own scream detached from his body that now lay on the ground in front of him. He was now just a spirit tethered to the world by barely a thread, he watched in horror as the flames began to drain his soul away in those moments Kieran felt like he would be drained away.
But as the flame neared the final remnants of his soul the eyes of his body opened. He blinked and was back in his body the knife-Bow was the only source of light left in the empty world.
We need to post faster sorry
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
Jake becomes Blood
Hey Claguey here with the next part of the story sorry it took so long Blood would have written this part but he said he couldnt live through it a second time so im writing
Jake told us about the day he watched as his old life crumbled to ash the final moments still vivid in his memory. The screaming, the blood, the sword and the explosion. Nightmares still haunt blood now. But to learn about our adventures you need to know his past.
“Happy birthday!!!” the crowd chorused as he entered the room. Jakes mum appeared around the corner a bottle of Budweiser in one hand and a pointed hat in the other she handed him the first and put the second onto his head. He had waded through the group of people congratulating him and patting him on the back till he finally found the sofa hidden away in the sea of party goers. Billy talent blared over the speakers of the HD surround sound, the cramped little room stunk of cheese and onion crisps and cheap beer.
It was just as the final guest left that the world went upside down.
The roof caved in and Jake rolled under the table his family were in the kitchen and were safe for now. From the rubble emerged a man who seemed to exceed 7 foot. In one hand he held a sword that seemed about 2metres long in the other was the head of a man the mouth open in an endless scream the eyes still open and in them was eternal terror amongst a maelstrom of blue. Jake watched in horror as the man raised the decapitated head to his lips and lapped the fresh blood from the wound. The man had drained the head of blood and set out to find the body amongst the rubble. Jake searched for a weapon, a pole or a bottle anything he could use to defend himself. A piece of glass from the shattered window’s lay on the floor beside him. Slowly sneaking behind him makeshift weapon in hand Jake attacked the man running the glass into his neck where it met his back. It melted against an invisible heat and Jake staggered back.
“Who are you?” the words escaped Jakes mouth before he could stop them. “What are you?”
“You want to know WHAT I am? “The blood sucker stepped closer “I am a creature of nightmares, I lurk in the shadows to slay those who reject us, I’m a blood vampire” with each word Jake took a step back and the creature took one forward. “And do you know what I’m going to do now?” in what seemed to be a single stride the vampire had cleared a distance of 4 feet and pinned Jake to a wall. The grip was crushing any tighter and Jakes shoulder would crack. Its head was beside his neck the tip of its sword above his heart “I’m going to kill you” he pronounced each word slowly and purposefully like they could kill him by themselves. He drew back the blade.
I remember Blood told me he thought he would die and in a way he did well the old him did anyway. The next moments blurred together so I’m filling in the gaps for him.
Jake lashed up and struck him on the inside of his arm. The vampire lost his grip and jack dropped to avoid the blade that passed through the air where his head once was, kicking out at the blood vampire’s knees Jake toppled the inhuman and made a break for the corpse that it was trying to drain of blood. The neck and shoulders were buried under the rubble so he couldn’t see the gruesome wound. On its back was a array of sheathes and blades he unbuckled a blood red bastard sword, the blade patterned with gold filigree the handle was wrapped in blued leather and the pommel a black diamond orb. It was a beautiful blade and he would of stopped to admire it if not for the vampire running towards him sword coming down in wild slashes. Jake had learned about fencing in school and was able to block the first few attacks but only barely. With each attempt the swings grew faster, when the blade was just a grey blur Jake countered twisting his body so the blade buried into the ground. Jake threw his weight into the pommel and ran the blade through the vampire’s heart he kept pushing, the vampire moving back until the red sword pierced the stone. A dark flame burst into life on the stolen sword, the flame carried though the blade and onto Jacks hand the air around jack caught light and he felt a rush of new power run though him.
“You were wrong.” His voice was full of power and barely had to whisper to speak over the roar of the fire. “It’s you who is going to die.” The flame erupted into a crescent moon that cut straight through the vampire and the stone behind it. Eventually the flame dissipated and Jack was left standing there half a vampire on either side of him a beautiful sword and an aura of black fire surrounding him. A pain shot through him radiating from the point over his heart where the diamond pommel had hit him when he threw his weight against the sword. The flame began to grow larger until through the incandescent flame Jake would have been barely visible. He ran from the house the flame following him like a swarm. It devouered something in his soul he felt unimaginable pain as a part of him was ripped away and destroyed, his blood boiled in his veins and he felt like the world would colapse in on him. He fell to his knees the dark fire erupting from every pore then . . .
. . .Scilence. . .
Suddenly the flame imploded the dark fire rushing back into Jakes now lifeless body. In one hand is the sword he stole in the other was nothing.
He awoke as vampire not like the one he had killed that survived on blood. . . no he was a new vampire. Born of dark fire. he says when he awoke he felt first not for the blood that pulsed through the veins of humans but for the darkness that lies in their hearts.
Jake told us about the day he watched as his old life crumbled to ash the final moments still vivid in his memory. The screaming, the blood, the sword and the explosion. Nightmares still haunt blood now. But to learn about our adventures you need to know his past.
“Happy birthday!!!” the crowd chorused as he entered the room. Jakes mum appeared around the corner a bottle of Budweiser in one hand and a pointed hat in the other she handed him the first and put the second onto his head. He had waded through the group of people congratulating him and patting him on the back till he finally found the sofa hidden away in the sea of party goers. Billy talent blared over the speakers of the HD surround sound, the cramped little room stunk of cheese and onion crisps and cheap beer.
It was just as the final guest left that the world went upside down.
The roof caved in and Jake rolled under the table his family were in the kitchen and were safe for now. From the rubble emerged a man who seemed to exceed 7 foot. In one hand he held a sword that seemed about 2metres long in the other was the head of a man the mouth open in an endless scream the eyes still open and in them was eternal terror amongst a maelstrom of blue. Jake watched in horror as the man raised the decapitated head to his lips and lapped the fresh blood from the wound. The man had drained the head of blood and set out to find the body amongst the rubble. Jake searched for a weapon, a pole or a bottle anything he could use to defend himself. A piece of glass from the shattered window’s lay on the floor beside him. Slowly sneaking behind him makeshift weapon in hand Jake attacked the man running the glass into his neck where it met his back. It melted against an invisible heat and Jake staggered back.
“Who are you?” the words escaped Jakes mouth before he could stop them. “What are you?”
“You want to know WHAT I am? “The blood sucker stepped closer “I am a creature of nightmares, I lurk in the shadows to slay those who reject us, I’m a blood vampire” with each word Jake took a step back and the creature took one forward. “And do you know what I’m going to do now?” in what seemed to be a single stride the vampire had cleared a distance of 4 feet and pinned Jake to a wall. The grip was crushing any tighter and Jakes shoulder would crack. Its head was beside his neck the tip of its sword above his heart “I’m going to kill you” he pronounced each word slowly and purposefully like they could kill him by themselves. He drew back the blade.
I remember Blood told me he thought he would die and in a way he did well the old him did anyway. The next moments blurred together so I’m filling in the gaps for him.
Jake lashed up and struck him on the inside of his arm. The vampire lost his grip and jack dropped to avoid the blade that passed through the air where his head once was, kicking out at the blood vampire’s knees Jake toppled the inhuman and made a break for the corpse that it was trying to drain of blood. The neck and shoulders were buried under the rubble so he couldn’t see the gruesome wound. On its back was a array of sheathes and blades he unbuckled a blood red bastard sword, the blade patterned with gold filigree the handle was wrapped in blued leather and the pommel a black diamond orb. It was a beautiful blade and he would of stopped to admire it if not for the vampire running towards him sword coming down in wild slashes. Jake had learned about fencing in school and was able to block the first few attacks but only barely. With each attempt the swings grew faster, when the blade was just a grey blur Jake countered twisting his body so the blade buried into the ground. Jake threw his weight into the pommel and ran the blade through the vampire’s heart he kept pushing, the vampire moving back until the red sword pierced the stone. A dark flame burst into life on the stolen sword, the flame carried though the blade and onto Jacks hand the air around jack caught light and he felt a rush of new power run though him.
“You were wrong.” His voice was full of power and barely had to whisper to speak over the roar of the fire. “It’s you who is going to die.” The flame erupted into a crescent moon that cut straight through the vampire and the stone behind it. Eventually the flame dissipated and Jack was left standing there half a vampire on either side of him a beautiful sword and an aura of black fire surrounding him. A pain shot through him radiating from the point over his heart where the diamond pommel had hit him when he threw his weight against the sword. The flame began to grow larger until through the incandescent flame Jake would have been barely visible. He ran from the house the flame following him like a swarm. It devouered something in his soul he felt unimaginable pain as a part of him was ripped away and destroyed, his blood boiled in his veins and he felt like the world would colapse in on him. He fell to his knees the dark fire erupting from every pore then . . .
. . .Scilence. . .
Suddenly the flame imploded the dark fire rushing back into Jakes now lifeless body. In one hand is the sword he stole in the other was nothing.
He awoke as vampire not like the one he had killed that survived on blood. . . no he was a new vampire. Born of dark fire. he says when he awoke he felt first not for the blood that pulsed through the veins of humans but for the darkness that lies in their hearts.
Tuesday, 31 August 2010
Prolouge
Prologue
Let’s get the ball rolling then shall we.
My old name was Jake Isaac I am 16 I used to work as a delivery boy. That changed in about 10 seconds when my life was shattered by a Vampire with a cursed blade. Yes I know sounds unreal right but the fact is Vampires exist and because I murdered the murderer guess who is slowly turning into one
Claguey did his job and got the message out there. Next time I’m getting Horowitz or Rowling to do this oooooh or Derek Landy he would get it right. . . where was I Ummmm oh yeah Claguey the wannabe in the group you’ll meet him eventually.
So he chronicled our adventures in his note pad and now we are on his blog
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. . . . .
On with the story
I apolgize for Bloods actions I promised to let him write the first blog entry
Let’s get the ball rolling then shall we.
My old name was Jake Isaac I am 16 I used to work as a delivery boy. That changed in about 10 seconds when my life was shattered by a Vampire with a cursed blade. Yes I know sounds unreal right but the fact is Vampires exist and because I murdered the murderer guess who is slowly turning into one
Claguey did his job and got the message out there. Next time I’m getting Horowitz or Rowling to do this oooooh or Derek Landy he would get it right. . . where was I Ummmm oh yeah Claguey the wannabe in the group you’ll meet him eventually.
So he chronicled our adventures in his note pad and now we are on his blog
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. . . . .
On with the story
I apolgize for Bloods actions I promised to let him write the first blog entry
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