May 7, 1741
I'm hungry. I've been hungry ever since we left Romazia. This. . .hungry-thirst is beyond my control. Why is that? Pfft, I honestly wish I had an answer for the things that I did and the things that happen to me. Heh, Bo use to call me a 'magnet for disaster'. . .when he was still alive. When he died, I was cold, empty and alone, just as I had been prior.
But now, I'm just hungry.
This place was known as Candle Light Bar, a bar known for harboring shady characters, as most bars in fiction were known to do. The bar was lit by dim lights placed on the walls and the old, drink stained tables of the bar. The patrons of the bar all sat at the tables and shared stories with each other, but the noise made it impossible to hear anything intelligent. Like any of the fictional bars, there is always someone not welcomed.
Sitting at the counter drinking a glass of cranberry juice was a man that the people in the bar would call a pretty boy. The man wore a green tunic with a chain mail underneath. He wore tan colored pants and brown boots. His tunic was stitched to include a red shoulder cape on the left side, and a hood. He also had a large sword-like object wrapped in bandages strapped on his back. The man had messy dirty blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes that seemed to light up the room. His skin was fair but also slightly pale and sickly.
"Hmm, it seems that they will make their move soon." He thought as he pondered a matter, "There is no reason not to act. However, an obvious strike will cause backlash."
The man took a sip of his cranberry juice. "Perhaps. . .it's happening right now. What time is it?"
Cerulean blue eyes shifted to the side to the window. The light peaking through was orange and it was getting darker which means the sun was setting. The man sighed and took another drink. But as he did this, he made sure to take a glance over his shoulder. Since he first entered the bar, he felt that someone was glaring a hole in the back of his head. He didn't know who it was and he gave no indication to the person that he knew they were staring.
"Probably some street tough looking for a fight." He thought, annoyance staining his voice. But he suddenly smirked, "So, you've decided to come to me."
The man's eyes shifted to the side once more only to find that sun had gone down completely. He wiped the smirk off his faced, paid for his drinks, and left the bar. He stepped into the city landscape—a scarcely populated one. It had just turned nighttime and the streets were already clear of people. Not a single soul in sight.
"Interesting. It seems that curfew is actually effective." The man noted as he walked through the now empty streets.
As he walked he became painfully aware of how dreadfully quiet it was on the streets. It was like a morgue—dead silent. The only sound was the sound his old boots made when he stepped on the cobblestone ground. He walked diligently towards an alley before walking into it.
When he was at the well of the alley he stopped, "So, you've finally come. And here, I thought I would have to go through the trouble of looking for you. But, little did I know, you would come straight to me."
He slowly turned around and was met with the sight of the five men standing right behind him. He smirked as he gripped the large object on his back.
"I figured that the frontal approach was more suited for some one of your reputation." The man standing in the middle. "Isn't that right, Link?"
Link smirked as he pulled the sword off of his back and placed on it over his shoulder. "I use to be the kind of guy that always faced things head on." He replied, "I quickly learned that was destined for failure."
The man smirked, "You obviously don't realize the situation that you're in."
Link arched a sarcastic eyebrow. "Oh? I don't? You know what they say, 'When monsters are really crappy, ganging up makes them happen.'"
The men hissed when he said that which only caused his smirk to grow. Link grabbed the loose end of the sword and began to unwrap it. As he did so, a light started to emanate and soon a sword crafted entirely of light was revealed.
"I don't have all night." Link said with glare now on his face. "If you're going to attack than do it already."
The men hissed before all five of them rushed towards Link with surprising speed. Their movements were fluid and inhumanly graceful. Link smirked as he used the sword to just as quickly deflect their blows. The men recoiled with shock before realizing that Link had vanished.
"Why hello there." A voice said followed by shink sound. The other men spun on their heels just in time to see the severed head of their comrade all to the ground.
"Oh sh-!" That sentence was left unfinished when the large blade of light pierced through his chest. The man's face twisted in pain before the blade was dislodged and the man fell forward onto the ground.
The three surviving men watched in horror as their comrade's lifeless body hit the ground with a low thud. They looked back up to see Link with that light sword on his shoulder. His face was blank and stoic like that of a seasoned killer. There wasn't a single hint of emotion.
"Mortmur," Link said as he pointed the sword at the man that he had spoken with earlier, "The people of Erstwhile have ordered your execution."
The man now identified as Mortmur oped his mouth to reveal he possessed large fangs in his mouth. The other two men did the same. Link, however, was underwhelmed.
"A vampire eh?" Link asked, "It's been a while since I've seen one of them."
"Now you realize you're outmatched!" Mortmur stated with a smug look on his face.
Link laughed and made Mortmur glare response. "No, in fact, if anything we should be evenly matched."
The vampire arched an eyebrow, "What are you-?"
Link suddenly threw his sword at the men. Mortmur's quickly ducked under the blade, but his two comrades weren't so lucky. Their decapitated bodies fell to the ground. Mortmur growled and tried to retaliate, but he quickly found a hand clasped tight around his throat and himself pinned to the ground.
"Looks like I win, Mortmur." Link said as he looked down at the man with his cold, blue eyes before opening his mouth to reveal fangs resembling Mortmur's. The vampire's eyes widened with shock.
"You're like me." He said.
"No," Link replied quickly with a smirk, "I'm better than you."
Link emitted a beastly growl before he sank his fangs into Mortmur's neck. Mortmur's eyes widened with shock and pain. He was being feasted on by his own kind. That was a sin in their society. However, as he thought about how much of an atrocity it was, the more he found the light was fading and soon, it was dark.
Link pulled away. His fangs sparkled in the moon light as the blood dripped from their tips. He let the body fall to the ground and used his sleeve to wipe the left over blood from his face.
"It seems you weren't half as strong as the reports said you were." He said as he got to his feet, "I better get going. She's probably waiting for me."
Link walked over to were his sword had gone which, in this case, was lodged in the while. He lifted a hand and pulled it out with ease. The light of the sword shimmered as brightly as ever it seemed. Mysteriously, the sword wasn't stained by blood. It was as clean as ever.
"Hmph."
With that Link turned around and looked at the decapitated bodies that laid around him before sighing seemingly in exasperation. After that he looked up at the moon before disappearing in a blink of an eye.
The shadows danced in an eerie way as the light of tall torches placed around the city shined down on them, sending them in a endless state of 'push and pull.' This was true around the entire city since the city officials made it a mission to install torches all over the city, ever since some shady characters rolled into town.
Under one of those torches and right outside the morgue was a carriage with what appeared to be a big black coffin in the back. The coffin was empty and the door was open an on the inside was a note that read,
Do not disturb
And sitting in the driver's seat, as a woman. The woman wore what appeared to be wearing a black and purple dress with a cloak. Her legs were covered with a pair stockings that possessed patterns a liken to a moth struggling in a spider's web. The hood on her cloak as up and a pair white drill-like hung down from the sides.
"He's late." The woman said, her voice cold and unfeeling.
However, before she could elaborate on the situation more she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. A few seconds later a hot breath passed down her neck.
"Hey there beautiful." A husky male voice said. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
The woman shrugged off his attempts to tempt her. She was not a weak willed commoner. No. She was something much better than that. She scooted to the right side of the bench, folded her arms, and looked away.
"You're late Link." She said dismissively. "If you hadn't had shown up when you did, I would have left you here to met the sunlight."
Link sighed and planted his rear end on the bench, "That's pretty mean." He stated, "Don't you ever lighten up?"
The woman turned her head and allowed Link to get a glimpse of her ruby colored eyes. He arched an eyebrow before realizing she was glaring at him.
"I'll take that as a no then." He said before he. "I defeated-"
"Mortmur, I know." She interrupted, "I foresaw it."
Link sighed in annoyance and laid back before giving the white haired woman a sour look. While he loved her to pieces her ability was possibly the most annoying thing he had ever seen. The whole point in life was to be surprised, her so called 'gift' made that impossible.
"You know," Link said closing his eyes, "the whole point in life is to experience things. You're kind of a killjoy. You always ruin the ending with little regard for what happens."
The woman didn't reply to that statement. She just looked away as if she wasn't interested in the conversation any more. The blonde man groaned. He had lost the argument. Whenever she did that he knew he had lost as he failed to keep her interest.
"Fine." He hissed sharply. "I'm going to bed."
"Good morning." She said as Link hopped off the driver's seat and hopped into the coffin in the back.
"Good morning." He replied before he grabbed the lid and pulled the lid shut.
In the complete dark in the inside of the coffin a pair of blue eyes shined like search lights as they looked at the lid of the cofffin.
"One day. . .I will be free."
May 7, 1741
As I laid there in coffin, I started to remember how things use to be. Before. . .I became a blood sucking creature. I wasn't always like this. I was free once, but those days are long gone.
I wasn't always like this. . . I was once normal.
Well, the first chapter of First Blood has finally been finished, and yes it's pretty short. The next chapter will be longer.
The people who read the original story will probably notice the differences form the original. That is because for the most part, these stories aren't even in the same genre as each other, but they're close. Link isn't conceded in this one like he was in he other one, and he isn't like his counterpart for the most part. This story won't be as long as the original story (probably), I'm not really sure.
This story needs a beta reader (A competent beta reader). If you're capable and interested then PM, because I can only do my best.
On an off topic note, has anyone else noticed how good the anime this fall has been? I mean, it's a pretty good season, I actually got a few ideas for more stories watching some of the series.
Tokyo Ravens
Walkure Romanze
Kyoukai no Kanata
Ore no Nounai Sentakushi ga, Gakuen Love Comedy wo Zenryoku de Jama Shiteiru (Thank god for copy and paste)
Machine-Doll wa Kizutsukanai
Freezing Vibrations
Infinite Stratos 2
Outbreak Company
Yuusha ni Narenakatta Ore wa Shibushibu Shuushoku wo Ketsui Shimashita (Again thank god for copy and paste)
These are all my favorites of the season. I don't have an opinion about the other ones that were released because I haven't seen them yet.