Post by Lord Whale on Jan 12, 2007 12:44:29 GMT 10
"I must be going out of my mind..."
This is what i thaught to myself as i entered the human villiage markets, as my last encounter with humans was not what you would call welcoming. My heart yearned for acceptance, for warmth, as it was waning thin over the harsh sting of loneliness. Besides, a huge part of me missed being human, although i would never confess this to another living soul. I remembered back to a simpler time, a time when i was mortal, a time where i feared death, not awaited it... I had decided to, at the very least, have a look around. What harm could that bring? Directly in front of me, a group of children were playing tags, laughing happily, without a care in the world. This, in turn, braught a smile to my lips, perhaps the first smile that had touched my features for decades...
"You there! Yeah, you, with the cape."
This last made me jump a little, somebody was speaking to me?
I turned around to face the stranger. There stood a rather short old man, Seemingly ravaged with age, with eyes brimming with wisdom and experience. Without even giving me a chance to speak, he inquired, "You're new around here, arent you?"
I nodded, curious to why this old man showed such an intrest in me. "Follow me, i've something to show you." With this, he walked off towards a deserted alleyway, so i followed.
"Prey tell, stranger, does this book look familiar?"
The old man handed me an ancient old book, covered in dust.
This book...looks familiar...i thaught, blowing the age-old dust away. The title read:
The Shinobi Clan
"This cant be...." This book was written entirely in my hand! I flickered through the pages until i found the last entry.
"Our next assignment is to slay what our employer calls 'Creatures of the night'. A heavy burden lays on my heart an i do not know why, we have killed countless foes and beasts...Reguardless, I still feel we may have finally met our matches. But we are a proud clan of elite assassins, and we shaln't go back on our word."
Sheer nostalgia enflamed my thaughts, triggered memories unthaught of for many a year now. "How did you find this?" i asked the old stranger. "How i found it does not matter, my friend, But THIS picture..." He flicked to a page with an unmistakable picture of me, slaying all that stood in my path. "THIS picture clearly denotes that you are indeed hundreds, perhaps thousands of years old." He smiles, then carries on. "Furthermore, i know this very book was written in your hand! But don't worry, my friend, I'm not here to reveal your secret..." A sigh of relief un-intentially escaped me, and this made the old stranger smile once again. "I am here as a friend. I have been looking for you, you see, for I need your help. I am soon to die, and there is one Vampire...he killed my only son, and my soul will never rest until his death has been avenged."
I nodded, listening to the old man intently.
"This Vampire...he must be killed... and you are the only one that can do it. This Vampires name..."
"Is Lestat."
This is what i thaught to myself as i entered the human villiage markets, as my last encounter with humans was not what you would call welcoming. My heart yearned for acceptance, for warmth, as it was waning thin over the harsh sting of loneliness. Besides, a huge part of me missed being human, although i would never confess this to another living soul. I remembered back to a simpler time, a time when i was mortal, a time where i feared death, not awaited it... I had decided to, at the very least, have a look around. What harm could that bring? Directly in front of me, a group of children were playing tags, laughing happily, without a care in the world. This, in turn, braught a smile to my lips, perhaps the first smile that had touched my features for decades...
"You there! Yeah, you, with the cape."
This last made me jump a little, somebody was speaking to me?
I turned around to face the stranger. There stood a rather short old man, Seemingly ravaged with age, with eyes brimming with wisdom and experience. Without even giving me a chance to speak, he inquired, "You're new around here, arent you?"
I nodded, curious to why this old man showed such an intrest in me. "Follow me, i've something to show you." With this, he walked off towards a deserted alleyway, so i followed.
"Prey tell, stranger, does this book look familiar?"
The old man handed me an ancient old book, covered in dust.
This book...looks familiar...i thaught, blowing the age-old dust away. The title read:
The Shinobi Clan
"This cant be...." This book was written entirely in my hand! I flickered through the pages until i found the last entry.
"Our next assignment is to slay what our employer calls 'Creatures of the night'. A heavy burden lays on my heart an i do not know why, we have killed countless foes and beasts...Reguardless, I still feel we may have finally met our matches. But we are a proud clan of elite assassins, and we shaln't go back on our word."
Sheer nostalgia enflamed my thaughts, triggered memories unthaught of for many a year now. "How did you find this?" i asked the old stranger. "How i found it does not matter, my friend, But THIS picture..." He flicked to a page with an unmistakable picture of me, slaying all that stood in my path. "THIS picture clearly denotes that you are indeed hundreds, perhaps thousands of years old." He smiles, then carries on. "Furthermore, i know this very book was written in your hand! But don't worry, my friend, I'm not here to reveal your secret..." A sigh of relief un-intentially escaped me, and this made the old stranger smile once again. "I am here as a friend. I have been looking for you, you see, for I need your help. I am soon to die, and there is one Vampire...he killed my only son, and my soul will never rest until his death has been avenged."
I nodded, listening to the old man intently.
"This Vampire...he must be killed... and you are the only one that can do it. This Vampires name..."
"Is Lestat."
