Xander
05-16-2006, 02:24 PM
ooc: Okay firstly this tale is obviously not finished, unless he gets away but thats not what I want to happen, this is the first installment, please give as much feedback as possible, if you thinks its aweful please say and tell me why. Any thoughts on the ending im open to ideas and the next tale will not begin until this one is over. Thanks in advance for any feedback
Vampyre Tales I
The gentleman sat, alienated, lonely, scared, his legs were dangling aimlessly over the edge of the stone bridge. Silvery pearls slithered down his soft face, as he raised his head to the shining stars before taking another gulp of his true weakness; it was a beautiful night to be destroyed. The liquid scorched his throat painfully, just as it was designed to, easing the pain inside, he heard a noise, giggling, a tall woman emerged from the darkness, walking arm in arm with an equally elevated man, the woman was pleasantly plump and wore an exquisite ball gown, which now trailed along the dirt path. She was beautiful, elegant and magnificent, her hair hung lightly in the wind, sitting in a tall complex series of knots and crosses. The man on her arm wore an obviously expensive suit with intricate designs sown onto the jacket, which was a regal blue, as were the trousers, which were complemented with a royal gold line up the side of the legs. He had a bushy moustache and a top hat to finish his upper-class ensemble, well actually he was missing a pipe, but we presume he had put it away to keep his lips free for his drunken partner. The pair staggered on together over the bridge, laughing as they went, the man tittered in a woman-like fashion, but this didn’t shock the woman, this was accepted in higher social circles now. The duo waltzed on past the bridge wandering on into the darkness, the giggling becoming fainter by the second.
They hadn’t noticed him, no one ever did; she had, but not any more. He took another swig of the liquid poison before throwing the large bottle below violently with a barbaric half-roar; the absorbing darkness below accepted the bottle with an eerie splash. “AHHH!” the gigglers’ scream soared through the once silent air, William’s head launched up, and the high-class lady screamed again. “****ing Bit**” William moaned the double meaning before scrambling his legs back over the wall to the safe centre of the stone overpass, he wobbled a bit before stumbling along the bridge and then off down the mud pathway, ten seconds later and he could smell them, well the living one, he could here her beating and broke into a shaky-sprint, following the noise of the heavy thumping heart; the blood was hot and fear was over-coming her. Then he found them, she was leaning uneasily against an old crumbling wall, bushes surrounded the area, a small pathway had been cut through them; now many meters away from the real road.
The woman groaned and moaned awkwardly as the tall man sucked the life out of her, his face buried deep within her neck, tearing at tendons. William looked bleary-eyed at the unique scene ahead of him. “Bloody Hell!”, William exclaimed oddly. The man’s head spun around, a malicious grin spread upon his face, “How on earth did a useless bum like you sneak up on us” the man laughed oddly. William tried to think of an appropriate answer, but his head began aching when he tried to think, and a squeal from the women, who was now pinned to the wall by one of the things fists, reminded William of what was happening. The thing looked peculiarly at William, before confirming his suspicions with a nodding laugh, “You’re dead!” the thing threatened, William smiled before chuckling and nodding a reply, “So are you.” The man’s grin faded quickly and anger shone through a dark straight smile, “You drunken fool, I meant I’m going to kill you!” the man finished menacingly before lunging at William, however the intoxicated gentleman moved faster than either himself or the attacker could have even contemplated. The lunging creature caught William’s rough fist on his left cheek mid-air knocking him to the ground with relative ease. The creature rolled easily away from William before rising to his feet and flicking the dirt off his expensive trousers with one fell swoop of his hand. “Don’t mess with me boy” The creature warned whilst pointing a finger at William. The woman sat in the corner whimpering softly, blood now seeping heavily from the grievous wound in her neck.
William tried to think but his brain ached terribly, he raised a palm to his forehead and the thing laughed, “A drunk!” he exclaimed. William frowned drawing his palm from his head and curling it into a fist. Clambering to his feet William struck the creature, with immense speed and power he drove his fist into the back of the creatures’ skull, knocking the things’ face directly into the dirt. William easily rolled the creature over and took control smashing his fist into the things face, again, again and again, until his fist became numb from the pummeling, the bloodied face still held the smug smile, that was irremovable, but it seemed he had knocked it unconscious.
The females whimpering had silenced long ago as she passed onward, William walked back out along the path thinking carefully and as precisely as he could, when he came to the road he looked either side and could see no trees, he swore and thought hard, “F*** it, l will do it the old way” He muttered to himself before doubling back hastily.
A minute later he arrived, he walked past where her body should have been not noticing and arrived at where his body should have lay, bleary eyed he spun around and saw her corpse was gone, he swore again heavily.
Vampyre Tales I
The gentleman sat, alienated, lonely, scared, his legs were dangling aimlessly over the edge of the stone bridge. Silvery pearls slithered down his soft face, as he raised his head to the shining stars before taking another gulp of his true weakness; it was a beautiful night to be destroyed. The liquid scorched his throat painfully, just as it was designed to, easing the pain inside, he heard a noise, giggling, a tall woman emerged from the darkness, walking arm in arm with an equally elevated man, the woman was pleasantly plump and wore an exquisite ball gown, which now trailed along the dirt path. She was beautiful, elegant and magnificent, her hair hung lightly in the wind, sitting in a tall complex series of knots and crosses. The man on her arm wore an obviously expensive suit with intricate designs sown onto the jacket, which was a regal blue, as were the trousers, which were complemented with a royal gold line up the side of the legs. He had a bushy moustache and a top hat to finish his upper-class ensemble, well actually he was missing a pipe, but we presume he had put it away to keep his lips free for his drunken partner. The pair staggered on together over the bridge, laughing as they went, the man tittered in a woman-like fashion, but this didn’t shock the woman, this was accepted in higher social circles now. The duo waltzed on past the bridge wandering on into the darkness, the giggling becoming fainter by the second.
They hadn’t noticed him, no one ever did; she had, but not any more. He took another swig of the liquid poison before throwing the large bottle below violently with a barbaric half-roar; the absorbing darkness below accepted the bottle with an eerie splash. “AHHH!” the gigglers’ scream soared through the once silent air, William’s head launched up, and the high-class lady screamed again. “****ing Bit**” William moaned the double meaning before scrambling his legs back over the wall to the safe centre of the stone overpass, he wobbled a bit before stumbling along the bridge and then off down the mud pathway, ten seconds later and he could smell them, well the living one, he could here her beating and broke into a shaky-sprint, following the noise of the heavy thumping heart; the blood was hot and fear was over-coming her. Then he found them, she was leaning uneasily against an old crumbling wall, bushes surrounded the area, a small pathway had been cut through them; now many meters away from the real road.
The woman groaned and moaned awkwardly as the tall man sucked the life out of her, his face buried deep within her neck, tearing at tendons. William looked bleary-eyed at the unique scene ahead of him. “Bloody Hell!”, William exclaimed oddly. The man’s head spun around, a malicious grin spread upon his face, “How on earth did a useless bum like you sneak up on us” the man laughed oddly. William tried to think of an appropriate answer, but his head began aching when he tried to think, and a squeal from the women, who was now pinned to the wall by one of the things fists, reminded William of what was happening. The thing looked peculiarly at William, before confirming his suspicions with a nodding laugh, “You’re dead!” the thing threatened, William smiled before chuckling and nodding a reply, “So are you.” The man’s grin faded quickly and anger shone through a dark straight smile, “You drunken fool, I meant I’m going to kill you!” the man finished menacingly before lunging at William, however the intoxicated gentleman moved faster than either himself or the attacker could have even contemplated. The lunging creature caught William’s rough fist on his left cheek mid-air knocking him to the ground with relative ease. The creature rolled easily away from William before rising to his feet and flicking the dirt off his expensive trousers with one fell swoop of his hand. “Don’t mess with me boy” The creature warned whilst pointing a finger at William. The woman sat in the corner whimpering softly, blood now seeping heavily from the grievous wound in her neck.
William tried to think but his brain ached terribly, he raised a palm to his forehead and the thing laughed, “A drunk!” he exclaimed. William frowned drawing his palm from his head and curling it into a fist. Clambering to his feet William struck the creature, with immense speed and power he drove his fist into the back of the creatures’ skull, knocking the things’ face directly into the dirt. William easily rolled the creature over and took control smashing his fist into the things face, again, again and again, until his fist became numb from the pummeling, the bloodied face still held the smug smile, that was irremovable, but it seemed he had knocked it unconscious.
The females whimpering had silenced long ago as she passed onward, William walked back out along the path thinking carefully and as precisely as he could, when he came to the road he looked either side and could see no trees, he swore and thought hard, “F*** it, l will do it the old way” He muttered to himself before doubling back hastily.
A minute later he arrived, he walked past where her body should have been not noticing and arrived at where his body should have lay, bleary eyed he spun around and saw her corpse was gone, he swore again heavily.