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 Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 11:36 pm
*Note: Snow-Chan is my beta reader*
*Note: Story will be continued as soon as possible*
*Note: Comments/Critiques are welcome if Constructive*
*Note: This will probably be broken up into several Posts*
*Note: I am looking for an artist to draw these characters*
Sorana of FaeCorpse
She returns battered and broken, but still breathing. Her heart races like a heard of free horses as she tries to catch her breath. The clouds pass and the moon lights up her pale face and reflects crimson off of her beautiful red hair. She is back at her home, a worn out brick building that has been long abandoned. Quickly she scouts the area to see if she has been followed. She barely escaped the fight with the werewolf pack; that is the last time she ever tries to take out more than one wolf by herself. Sorana slinks back to her cold, dank room and holds her IceBat doll. Tonight she will be alone again. Her love does not seem to return as often as she would like. So she clings to her IceBat doll and cries. Her lover, her soul, her world...Diabolical Laconic. He is a vampire that treats her like a Queen, a Goddess. Following his calls, he leaves her behind to linger on his memories. Sorana takes her blankets and lies on her cot ,an old coffee table with some left over couch cushions, and remembers the past as she falls asleep.
Her protector is gone. Like a blind spot she is unable to take care of herself for long. If anyone was to find her at her hideout, she would not be able to fight off the attack. What is to become of such a weak vampire? What has become of her guardian? Sorana, shocked and drenched in sweat, wakes up screaming. "NOOOO!!!" Sorana's eyes gape open and she settles down. Only a dream? Another sleepless night, as she recalls her dreams...another death. How many times will she watch her love fall? Where is he now? Why doesn't he return? Sorana starts to sob into her IceBat doll again. Now agitated at her situation she decides to go for a walk. "Maybe I just need some air. Maybe I should visit some friends." She shakes her head "No, they won't want to hear my pitiful sob stories."
Sorana continues her walk. She hears a loud crack. Now startled, she begins to look around. "Strange, I don't smell any wolves." Sorana sighs as she continues. Suddenly, she begins to feel someone watching her. "What the hell is that..." She pauses to ponder "...STOP FOLLOWING ME! SHOW YOURSELF!" A shadow continues to slink to and fro through the bushes. "COWARD!" Moaning can now be heard from the bushes. Sorana now begins to panic, she knows she is not nearly strong enough yet to take on anything. Sorana crouches down and gets ready to fight... nothing, then a thud the object falls to the ground. "HAHAHAHAHA, don't think I am falling for that! I am much to old to have such tricks played on me." The shadow then comes creeping out from behind the bushes. "What the hell is that!" A bloodied mass of crimson and onyx. Sorana carefully walks closer to the mysterious mass being careful not to let her guard down; because remember she is much too old for such childish tricks.
The mass began gurgling words. "You're next FaeCorpse." The bloodied figure whispered. What did it mean I am next? "HEY! Don't die yet, I am not through with you." Sorana pokes at the now re-dead corpse of what may be a brother vampire. She lets out a sigh before shrugging, and continues her walk. She ponders some more on what the bloodied mass spoke of, "Next huh...next for what?" These are the times she wished for her lover the most. Not only did he treat her kindly he also helped her. She had troubles understanding and learning things quickly. This put Sorana at a severe disadvantage. Finally, Sorana returns to her house. A note lie there on her bed, a note from Diabolical Laconic. Her eyes began to water as she read her lovers note. She missed him...again.
Diabolical Laconic
Flashes of light like the sun reflecting off water and the sounds of a person cutting into fresh meat are all that remains of the fight. A heavy thud hits the ground as you hear a sword being sheathed. What looks like the remains of not one but several werewolves, lie in pieces on the ground behind Diabolical Laconic. “Hrm, I wonder what my count is up to now.” He speaks softly into the wind. Maniacal laughter is heard and stops abruptly, “That’ll teach those bastards. I am stronger than I look.” He kicks dirt into their faces and begins to walk away. He ponders to himself as he looks at his fresh wounds. “I am going to need to rest if I am going to keep fighting like this. I also need nourishment but, UGH, that sight… I can’t do it. It isn’t so bad, just a scratch.” His wounds ran deeper this time than the last; but he never seemed to put much worry towards it.
Diabolical Laconic brushed off his clothes and armor. “I need to get cleaned up. Maybe I should stop by Sorana’s place. She takes good care of me and seeing her will be nice.” He continued walking, preoccupied by something. He just can’t help but flash through his memories after each fight. He gets angry and clenches his fists. Thoughts rush through his head like tidal waves and then he yells, “Damn those bastards! They took everything I had. I will get my revenge if it is the last thing I’ll ever do. I will take everything from them.” He falls to the ground slamming his fist. His hand finds a rock on the way and crushes a few fingers and bloodies him more. Diabolical Laconic sits quietly and calms himself for a while then gets up and continues walking. He looks at his hand and grumbles loudly, “Why did I do that? Sorana’s not going to be happy when she sees me like this. I will be lucky if I get to keep my head. Eh, oh well. I can’t worry about it now.”
His pace quickens as he hears footsteps following him. Then, he stops. Quickly he draws his sword and slashes at his assailant. Not thinking twice about whom it was or why they were attacking him he cut the thing from hip to shoulder. The mass falls quickly to the ground and Diabolical Laconic looks down at his attacker. Surprised he speaks up, “A brother? Attacking me? But why?” He walks over to the unknown vampire with his sword at his side; ready to strike again if needed. “Why the Hell did you attack me? Are we not fighting on the same side?” He waits for an answer and kicks the guy. “Answer me! Why did you attack me?!” The strange body looks up at him “You know the daughter of FaeCorpse. You are betraying your own kind by protecting her. Orders are to assassinate her and anyone else that comes in contact with her…” The man gasps for air and chokes up pools of blood. He begins to speak barely gargling under his own blood “She is the reason …. she…..” The man passes out and his head thumps as it hits the ground. Diabolical is upset and pissed off that now that he has to worry about his brothers turning on him too. Again in a harsh tone he speaks. “Why her?”
Diabolical Laconic reaches Sorana’s house. He walks in and calls out her name. Walking through the house searching for her he realizes she is not there. Wounded and weakened he needed to find somewhere safe to rest, as well as feed but it would not be here this time. He grabs a pen and paper from the desk, quickly he begins to write:
Sorana my love ~
I came around looking for you. I need care and food. I came upon a vampire looking to kill you and anyone who knows you. It is best if you stay inside for a while. I am not sure what is going on just yet, but I can’t find out anything until I am rested. I will be going to the sisters’ covenant to rest and get food. I need someone to help me because of my fear but you know that. I will do my best to come and see you as soon as I can but I need to talk to people and find out more about why the vampires are hunting you. Please be safe and don’t wander off too far until I come back. Take care of Icebat too.
Love always,
Diabolical Laconic
He seals the note and lays it on her bed. Turning quickly to put the pen away he hurries out of her house to the sisters’ covenant. Diabolical knows he needs food and soon. There was no time to waste.
Past Scars
Sorana glances over her note again. She isn’t sure if she read it right.
“… a vampire looking to kill you.”
A vampire looking to kill me?! Is that what the brother vampire meant when he said “You’re Next!”? He must have been the same vampire that Laconic saw.
“Damn it!” Sorana yelled, agitated at the fact that she just missed Laconic by a few minutes.
“I knew I should have stayed home. Why did I have to leave?” she sighed heavily and continues grumbling to herself.
“I am curious. Why are they after me? What makes me so special?” Sorana sits on her cot and ponders on this new problem. She looks back to her childhood for clues.
- Household of FaeCorpse Scar One -
Mother is always found somewhere around the house. She is cleaning, fixing, making, or anything else that a typical “house wife” should be doing. Most people see her good side. Sorana remembers her and her mother coloring together or playing games. That is, until her mother decides she needs a drink. Sorana’s mother has a horrible drinking problem. When mother said “I need a drink” it cues Sorana that it is time to go hide in her room. One drink is all that it takes to change mother into a snarling rabid beast. Constant fighting, horrible name calling, or severe beatings when it got that far. Sorana knows it is best just to hide until, well, she is mother again.
Sorana shivered as she rushed through her memories of the hard times. She took in a deep breath and cleared her mind before deciding that father may have better clues.
- Household of FaeCorpse Scar Two -
Father smells of sugar and spices. It is a sweet lingering smell of spice cologne and French vanilla tobacco. Sorana can almost taste it, like a spiced cupcake with cream cheese frosting. Her father is a gentle and happy man. However, he isn’t home often. Mother and father fought a lot. Mother accuses father of adultery and narcotics. Father eventually yells back about her drinking habit. No one knows who throws the first hit, mother is usually the last. Father walks away and leaves the house again as mother continues yelling at him. Sorana doesn’t get to visit with her father much but she remembers the times she does.
Sorana sighed heavily and began to cry once more . She hated thinking about her past. With each memory she recalls, she becomes more depressed and separated from the world around her. Sorana kept digging deeper into her past, searching for something that would show her a clue to why the vampires were after her
Memory after memory she wretches through each one, making her angrier and even more depressed . Sorana stops in the middle of her thought and pounds her fist on the cot.
“I give up!” She yells in torment. Sorana’s hands fall to her side as she stands up slowly.
“I need to take a break, this isn’t getting me anywhere. I left there because I didn’t want to deal with them anymore.” Sorana sighs heavily before walking over to a large bowl filled with rain water. She washes her face off. She dries off then speaks to herself out loud as if talking to IceBat.
“Maybe if I try resting, the thing I need will come to me.” Sorana puts the cushion on her cot and grabs her blankets. She cuddles her IceBat doll and falls asleep.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 11:39 pm
The Sisters' Covenant
While Sorana was back at her cot pondering the characteristics of her childhood; Diabolical Laconic was on his way to the Sisters’ Covenant. His pace was quick, his step gentle and he made no sound as he tread his way through the dense forest. His long chocolate brown hair flowed freely through the air like spider's silk on the wind. His body was pale with a hint of cream and his eyes were ruby red, twinkling as the moon flickered off of them. The trees were making travel a bit more hazardous due to his height. Diabolical was the tallest among his family standing a little over six feet high. He sped up dodging tree after tree in a zigzag like path. His left arm at his side and his right are securely around his cloak hook.
“Daylight comes soon; I need to seek shelter quickly.” He regretted leaving so late in the day and wondered if he would make it to the covenant in time.
Why did she have to put the covenant in the middle of a forest that resides within the proximity of the werewolves’ lair? Seems pretty ignorant of her.
Diabolical Laconic, being distracted with his thoughts of the girl’s ignorance, didn’t realize that one of the tree branches caught his left arm and managed to cut fairly deep into the tissue.
“Gah! That wretched girl will never learn will she!?!” He sighed and winced at the thought of the two of them being related.
His cousin, Atrona, was the high priestess of the covenant that so ignorantly located her place near a werewolf lair in the middle of some where. Atrona is a thin, frail girl. She has conditions that cause her body to become delicate. Her chestnut brown hair laid gently on her shoulders. She barely stood above five feet tall and wore a dress of fine teal silk and white lace.
Diabolical Laconic and Atrona grew up together when the two families were destroyed. He took her in like a sister and helped protect her. However, when she became old enough, she decided to set out on her own. She was tired of feeling helpless, always needing him around to save her. So she decided to make a covenant that housed women like her, women that were orphaned or those who want to be out on their own without needing the help of a man. Even though men are forbidden to step within the covenant, she allows Diabolical Laconic in because without him there wouldn’t be a covenant for her to return to.
Diabolical Laconic soon reached the sisters’ covenant. When he arrived, all the girls rushed out to greet and pamper him. He smirked and lifted his hand up.
“Alright ladies, come now I must get inside first and say hello to my cousin.” He pushed through the swooning women and they followed him in like a shadow.
Atrona noticed the swelling of her girls downstairs that just happened to be conveniently located near the door. She giggled at the sight and continued from the upstairs balcony to the lower floor where the mass was gathered.
“Welcome home dear cousin!” Atrona spoke above the mutter of the girls. She opened her arms for a hug as she walked closer to him.
“Atrona, you know very well this is not my home. We’ve talked about this before. I love Sorana, end of story.” He smirked at the girls as they continued to take care of him. The girls began to argue over who got to help with what.
Diabolical Laconic laughed out “Girls! Girls! No need to argue, I am sure there is plenty for each of you to help with.” The girls sighed in delight and giggled as they continued on with what they were doing.
Atrona deeply in love with Diabolical Laconic couldn’t handle the remarks he made nor deal with the thought of the rest of the sisters getting more attention than her. Furious at the situation she yelled out.
“ENOUGH!” She clapped her hands twice and glared at them. “Go to your rooms this INSTANT!” The girls all cowered in fear as they hurried to their rooms calmly and quietly.
She was now alone with him and she smiled at him lovingly. “Now, tell me why you are here. What can I do for you this time dear cousin?” She took his arm and walked him to his favorite chair.
When she grabbed his arm a sharp pain shot through him. He quickly looked to his arm and noticed the new gash he had acquired. Atrona also looked down and found that he had been cut badly and was bleeding pretty hard.
Diabolical removed his shirt to examine the wound more closely and Atrona seen quickly to his wounds. She was now upset for not noticing earlier, but that soon turned to anger as she spoke out.
“You know if you just stayed here with us you wouldn’t have to be so careless as to get yourself cut.” She finished wrapping his arm and looked at him as she felt him glaring.
“Don’t start with me Atrona.” He quickly put his shirt back on, now angry with her he spoke out again, “We’ve gone through this more than a hundred times. I don’t love you like that. I love Sorana. I choose only to come here when I need help. I keep hoping that I will get treated and healed so I can be on my way. You are the only one that seems to have some difficulty understanding this.” He stood up and quickly sat back down then remembered why he came in the first place. He needed help. He looked to Atrona then grimaced.
“Now if you don’t mind getting out of my way, I need your girls to help me again because Sorana wasn’t home.” He closed his eyes and rested. Atrona pouted as she quietly called the girls back out to assist him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 11:42 pm
ninja to place more story here
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 11:44 pm
ninja to place more story here
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 11:45 pm
ninja to place more story here
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 11:47 pm
ninja to place more story here
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 11:47 pm
ninja to place more story here
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 11:50 pm
ninja to place more story here
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 11:56 pm
ninja to place more story here
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