The Dawn Of Vampires (Post away)

[NiaZen]

POST AWAY!!!!

Ok, here are the rules of my Pun/Riddle stuff...

1.) First to post the answer is the winner.
2.) POST! POST POST POST! Not Pm, Idy was an acception for the first...because I didn't make any rules before...
3.) Ok...I will have a riddle/pun every once in a while, and when I do, I'll make it bold and the color teal or green scince green is easier to remember...
4.) For the prizes, there is (only one):
---An extra character
---Any powers any other character can't have
---Any type of person, magical, fantasy...ext
---Power over other characters
---Other~PM me for approval~

That is all for now

intro will come soon, I promise...

[NiaZen]

FINISHED!!!!!!!!POST AWAY!

Key:
Carolina: Green
Drake Q. Lark: Red
Edward: Teal
Yoto: Blue
Yata: Purple
(for now)
Elijah: Maroon
Melody: Brown

The Beginning

Before earth was even a thought in some great creator's mind, it was a big flaming ball of fire. Inhabitable, and life-taking. Then two great creators got together and felt pity for the lifeless planet, and decided to make it a beautiful, and full of life.

So the two creators joined their forces and with all their power, started to take the fire, and replace it with green earth. They removed the fiery volcanoes and their lava flows and replaced it with blue waters. Then once they saw the planet, and its beauty, they decided to add more life.

They put their force together again, and with it, they created the humans and the animals. Both together, both just one. Yet there was one mistake in that making, different species that were more powerful than the average human, but only two will be the ones we shall speak of today...

Night

A family of three was walking down the street of the old England. A happy family they were, talking about the recent events yet they knew what they were risking by leaving home at such a late time.

Up above there was an indistinguishable shadow, circling above the helpless family. It slowly decended into the depths of the city, soaring down below until it's figure was finally able to be distingushed.

The family looked up as they heard something land besides them. It was the dreaded Drake, father of all Vampires.

"Vhy Vhy Vhy...zis a vunderful evening today, don't you think? You are a very vunderful family, iz a pity it shall ve gone by the end of tonight." Drake told the family, eyeing the parents as if they were food. Drake hardly ever went down to feed, but he mostly just did it for the fun of it, he enjoyed watching all the humans scramble down below as they saw a pile of carnage, completly drained by him.

He pounced on the mother first, who was helpless and he attacked so fast that nobody was able to block it. He quickly drained her and he then moved onto the father. He stood up as soon as both were dead and he eyed the young girl. He stared at her, inhaleing her perfume-like-smell. He moved towards her carefully and quietly, yet very swiftly. He was soon behind her as she shivered.

"Please...please don't...you've...you've killed my parents..." She cried, feeling an icy cold breath on her neck.

"Ahh, thee first smell I've smelt in decades, so vuetiful like zee roze...you vill make a fine snack." Drake replied, slowly injecting his fangs into her neck as she yelled in pain, the venom quickly spreading through her and feeling the blood draining from her body.

That was when something came shooting right past Drake's head, he quickly stopped and looked at the wall. It was a stake. He looked at the direction in which it came from and found that it was a young boy, Edward, a well-known hunter, a hunter that hunts down his own. He let go of Carolina, the young girl he attacked, and she slipped down to the floor, aching with pain.

"Back off you bloody leech. Why don't you ever leave the poor helpless citizens alone? Eh?" He told Drake, looking at him straight in the eyes.

"Vhy, if it isn't zee almighty Edward, my own son coming to hunt me down! Ha, you are such a foolish boy, vhy don't you stick to your own nature, you are two of those you hunt, this iz all a bunch of foolishness."

"You think I'd ever like to hang around and cause people pain, pain like you've given me?! YOU BLOODY BASTARD THINK AGAIN!" And Edward shot another arrow from his cross-bow and Drake shot up into the air landing on the roof of a house.

"You can not stop me, my son, and if I were you, I'd kill that young girl, she vill be even stronger than my son, Dracula. She will posses all the veautiful powers, and you will not be able to stop that." And he took off.


Edward looked down at the girl, and noticed some blood trickle down from her neck. Drake had bit her and she was changing. She moaned in agony as he pointed the cross-bow at her. But as she looked up at her, he noticed something in her eyes, something, pleading. As he saw her eyes, he suddenly flinched, she reminded him of his own sister, killed by Drake himself. He lowered the cross bow and left, leaving behind the carnage.

When he left the girl got up and ran to the forest, she knew what was going on and she didn't want to hurt anybody, she would avenge her parents, she would get back and never want to cause anybody pain as it had been given to her.

Midnight

He was walking down the street, walking towards his home as he came back late that night from the market. Yet as he approached his house, he smelt the cold breath of death linger upon it, and up above the full moon was red. He quickened his pace and ran into his home, only to find his dear parents and his only sister to have been drained by none other than Drake Q. Lark. He lost all the color in his face as he stared at the monstrous sight. From the shadows emerged a figure, and it was soon attacking the young Edward. It bit him on the neck and felt some of his blood being drained, but Edward soon escaped. A pain surged through his body as he ran out of his house, and the shadowy figure emerged from the house.

Edward ran and ran, but as he approached the forest, he was attacked by another creature. The mighty wolf of the full moon, the father of all were-wolves and lycans, the brother of Drake. He was scratched on the arm as he fell back, and the pain suddenly dissapeared. But with the pain there was something else that replaced it, it was a different feeling. Edward looked down onto himself and saw himself changing. He grew fur and suddenly changed.

The mighty Lycan and the mighty Vampire and his wife, which was the figure that attacked Edward, watched as Edward changed, and to have caused more than 300 deaths that same night...

Edward awoke quickly as he dreamt of his past, he shook and stared at Yoto and Yata, and Yoto was obviously drunk again. Ed rolled his eyes as he looked at his drunken vampire friend and the friend's sister.

"It's about time you got up..." Yata said, looking at her friend. "You were tossing and turning, what's gotten into you? And it's almost time for us to go hunt, lad."

"I let a bloody bloodsucker live...she looked into my eyes...I just couldn't do it Yata!" Ed told, looking at her.

"*hic* Well, laddey! 'Tis 'bout time you found...*hic*...someone to get your...*hic*-" Yoto began.

"Stop talking before you hurt yourself." Ed replied.

"'Tis still quite amazing that mee brother is always drunk, I had no idea vampires could get drunk..." Yata told Ed.

"An irish one can..." Ed murmured.

"What was that?"

"Nothing..."

Dawn

The young girl named Carolina was rolling around in pain and agony. Why did they happen to choose her? Why her family?! She cried as she remembered what had happened to her mother and father, but soon the tears dried up, and nothing went down her cheeks. The transformation had been complete.

She got up, feeling the thirst for blood. She looked around her, it was sunlight. She was confused, she knew that when a vampire would go out into sunlight they would simply dissapear, die. Yet...she wasn't. She began to think it wasn't daylight but the light of the moon, but it was daylight, and the reason why she wouldn't die, she wouldn't be burnt into tiny ashes, was because Drake had turned her.

She began to walk, remembering the pain that Drake had caused her, the pain he brought just that night. She looked up into the sunlight. How could this be? Revenge was burning into her mind. Revenge. She began to run and remembered about two vampires who lived in peace among the humans. Melody and Elijah. She would go to them and ask them for help, she knew a hunter would never dare to help her, they'd rather kill her before they'd help a vampire.

She soon got to a building and heard a man arguing with a woman, that had to be them. She entered the building and was engulfed by the sweet smell of human blood. She resisted as she asked if Melody and Elijah were available. The person nodded but warned that they were in yet another argument.

Carol walked into a room and smelt no longer the smell of human, but the familiar smell of the vampire blood. She approached the fighting couple and spoke. "Um.." she spoke.

The couple stopped and looked at Carol. The woman cocked her head, indeed smelling that she wasn't a human being. "A vampire that dares not attack the humans...this is a miracle..." She said, looking at Carolina. "My name is Melody, and my husband Elijah. Excuse him, he's being a real pain right now." She said.

"Hello Mistress Melody. I came for your help...you see...Drake- Carol began.

"BAh, and what thinks we'll help a child like yourself?! We have way to much work in order to help a newborn that would try to beat someone as strong as Drake." Elijah yelled, scribbling down some more on his paper.

"Elijah! I liked it better when you were human. Now, what is your name child?" Melody asked.

"My name is Carolina...Drake destroyed my family just last night..." Carol spoke.

"He kills for the joy of it. He doesn't care about families...he just likes watching people be in pain...but what is it that you came here for?" Melody asked.

"I want to get rid of him...forever." Carol spoke, looking at the floor.

"But my dear...nobody has ever achieved it. It's impossible to kill the very father of every vampire..."

"Well if you won't help then I'll do it alone!" Carol shouted, if she could cry she would. She ran out and then decided to wait until she heard a small bat fly past her, his smell, he smelt familiar. She stood up and looked at the bat, which had perched onto a tree. The bat looked at her and seemed to laugh.

"It's you you bloody monster." Anger fumed through her.

"Of course it is my daughter!" Drake said, turning into his 'human' form.

"You destroyed my family!!!" She was beggining to shift into another form, the half bat half human form until she pounced on him, but he quickly moved away, shifting into his bat human form as well.

"HA! ANOTHER VAMPIRE TRYING TO KILL THEIR OWN FATHER! HOW FOOLISH!" He ducked down and went to attack her, but something had moved in his way and kicked him back. It was Melody.

"You won't touch her you bastard!" Melody shouted.

"AH! IF IT ISN'T YOU MY LITTLE CHILD!" Drake laughed. "Try as you may, you von't touch me." He narrowed his eyes and stared at Carolina.

The two vampires collided again, far from the human population so nobody knew what was going on. It was obvious that Carolina wasn't going to win, she was far to young and Drake was expirienced. It was until he heard a howl in the far ground and something had pounced onto him. It was his brother, Razenbyrg.

Razen needed not to speak a word until Drake knew what he was 'talking' about. "You try again and I vill kill you you foolish child." And he dissapeared. Razen stared at Carolina and Melody, and he ran away.

"The only thing that can stop Drake is his own brother...which happens to be a lycan...we musn't try to do that again youngling..." but when she turned Carol wasn't there anymore, she had dissapeared and Melody returned to her husband.

Carolina wouldn't give up, and she remebered the face of that hunter, who Drake claimed to be his son. That hunter spared her life...

[idyllian]

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Lyrics- The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning
Artist- Smashing Pumpkins
Quotes -The Watchmen
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Le Fantôme Isolé

Every world is seeped in its on repugnant bile, vomiting on itself unable to control the movements of its bowels desicrating everything it touches is pestilence, power and greed. The accumulated filth of all their lusts and murder will foam up about their waists and all the (bad!)s and politicians will look up and shout "Save Us!" ...and I'll look down, and whisper, "No".
There comes a time when even I can’t pay for the sins of the world, when all but the core has rotted away, and nothing but a few virtuous men and women, I kill them, the blood of the righteous is on my head alone, not that it matters...they would have all died in the end anyway.

Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed?
People never change, their evil, deceitful creatures obsessed with their greed, their sex and their power. I am not one of them. I am just a ghost, it’s surprising that I still have a face. After all...I’m dead, and no one remembers my name.
No one but The Valkyrie. No one but them.

Does it make you happy you're so strange
The slums are the life force of the world, where the (bad!)s peddle there wares and the rich profit from their twisted indulgences. The rich pigs feasting of he labors of thoes beneath them, mortals and immortals alike. I hope they choke on the bile that consumes them, forcing it down their throats with gluttonous intent.
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And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in it's pain

The moon was to his back, a quarter full waning into the night the twisted soul stood on the roof watching thoes below him like a man in a glass castle. But soon the glass would crash, cutting thoes beneath it was he fell from the sky coming to save what he could, and not staying long enough to see himself become a villain.
He could feel them, the movements of the shadows, the underworld beckoning to him like gladiators they would fight before a high judge, and sometimes he did loose.

The black coat swayed with each step, the jungle trailing behind him as he walked, his posture erect shoulders drawn back in a rather well carried stance. The grey eyes looked upon the street below seeing what this world had left behind. Blood running thick though no one could see it, the virgins of this town wailing like banshees, falling upon them like a blanket of suffocating black. He was just a ghost brought here by a cold western wind.
Le Fantôme Isolé, that was his title now, and he lived up to his reputation.


An elbow was driven into the maw of the beast knocking it backward onto its side quickly rebounding before going back into the fight again driving into him clamping his teeth around the nearest thing it could reach. It found the man’s leg digging its teeth into the flesh tearing away at the cloth restraints as the man swore up and down before swinging his other leg around smashing it in the side with his foot. He had antagonized the beast...and he was getting just the reaction he wanted.

The creature yelped as it took a few steps back, a black fluid shimmering like mercury against the backdrop of the matted brown fur. The beast lunged again and this time he kicked it back down straight in the chest knocking it clear onto its back before kneeling momentarily. The pain in his leg was getting rather hard to ignore, although it wouldn’t be much more of a problem soon.
The beast yelped pulling itself up again legs shaking as the man beckoned to it, smile wide across his face. He was going to finish it soon, before the poor thing tired out and he wouldn’t even be worth to the man anything, even as a bit of sport.

The flash of silver, the line of red water that derived from the stream that flowed through living things glittered upon the blade like rubies in the starless night, the red stream trickling from the empty neck, second sword remaining alone in its scabbard for a later date.
He nudged the head with his foot kicking it out into the open street leaving the body there for the morning light to finish his task. Some say his methods were unconventional, bordering on torture and violation of any rights these people have. He did not know them, he didn’t care. They should have thought of that before they decided to cross the imaginary line that had been placed infront of him.

There is good and there is evil, and evil must be punished. Even in the face of Armageddon I shall not compromise on this.

He stopped to look at the man’s head, face splattered with red ink, jaw gapping open, fangs still wishing to bite. The eyes pleading longer still, one last chance they said...give me one last chance. He knew better then to give someone two last chances. His form moved gracefully back to the roof above, the moonlight illuminating the back of his torso casting him with a pale silver glow, for only a waning moon it certainly did the job, not that he needed light to see anymore.
His hands went casually back into his pockets walking alone in the middle of the street passing the wall of the inn pausing to look at the cuts in the wood surrounded by a black ink, but it was not ink that had dried on the wall of that place, it was blood, his own blood used as the sign of his presence calling out the vile patrons of this cities indulgences like lambs being lead to the slaughter.
All he knew was that this world was filthy, and it had become his task to burn the streets clean of their corpses, stinking to the high heavens.

For now we stand alone
The world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate
With no more to hate

By the time he got back to the house, it was well into the hours of dawn The working man went on with his task, shoveling the accumulated filth away from the eyes of children, which he had taken it upon himself to amuse.
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“That’s right, step right up ladies and gentlemen, what I speak of here today is purely fantasy. In my hands I hold, an ordinary chicken egg. Now, might I have a volunteer?” he asked scanning the crowd spotting a little girl. He pointed “Miss, please would you care to assist me?” She looked slightly taken aback by this as he coaxed her up to the front of the crowd.

“Mind if I mash this egg on your head Miss? Be assured that I will pay for any damages that may come to your person.” said Darius still holding the egg in his hands. She hesitated before giving a small nod and he smashed the egg against her head, the white shell shattering into pieces and a white dove taking the place of the yolk.
“Give the wonderful lady a hand.” he said as the crowd began to clap, some throwing change into his hat on the corner.

“Please your donations are unnecessary.” he said reaching into his pocket and pulling out the deck of cards. He bent them at just the right angel shooting them back from one hand to the next in an accordion fashion.
“Pick a card...any card.” -----------------------------------------

The echo bounces off me
The shadow lost beside me
There's no more need to pretend
Cause now I can begin again

Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in it's pain

[NiaZen]

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