Creatures of Forever
Chapter 1: Stains of New
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or anything associated, unfortunately.
A/N: The vampires here are based on the Christopher Pike model of vampires (being that they are immune to the effects of time a.k.a. they don't age; as they "grow older" they have less and less need for blood and the sun's effect weakens on them to the point of doing nothing; to create a new vampire they must mingle the blood of the human/elf/dwarf/whatever with an existing vampire; they have super-human senses and strength; power to manipulate minds/read thoughts). If there is anything else I remember I'll add it in later chapters.
A young woman sat on a large boulder in the middle of an otherwise deserted clearing, her head hung so that her long, auburn hair hung down and covered her crimson-streaked face. Her emerald eyes were searching the patterns that blood had swirled on to her hands, spilled from a pair of companions that were more than a little too drunk who had happened by earlier that day.
Apparently, the pair saw only one thing about her: her damn near-perfect body. Well, for a human it could possibly be considered perfect, but she wasn't human. Well, the duo had tried to have their way with her, but of course she could not allow them that. She had killed them slowly, knowing that this wasn't the first time they had wandered into the woods with hopes of finding a stray farmer's daughter.
Their bodies had not given her much trouble to move; in fact, it wasn't even their bodies that she was most worried about. It was the blood rather, since she was very messy when she felt like being so. It was barely disguised beneath the spring-green grass, with haphazard dried leaves from the forest strewn overtop. She didn't really care whether it was found or not, either way, she would be long gone before it and the two fellows were found.
She stood up and stretched, her beige, sleeveless tunic and drawstring pants falling into place with old practice. The young woman took very good care of her outfit for she was the one who had killed the animal for its hide in the first place. That was a long time ago though.and she needed a new outfit quite badly for the blood stains on the outfit were beginning to not wash out anymore, no matter how long and hard she scrubbed.
Suddenly, there was the sharp snap of a twig from behind her, a telltale sign of someone who was watching but did not want to be seen. She whirled around and glowered into the forest ringing the clearing directly behind her, reaching out with her mind to see whom it was who had caused the disturbance in the recently quiet forest.
It wasn't like she was afraid of whoever was lurking in the forest, far from it. But if whatever was lurking out in the forever had seen her kill those two men.well, that wouldn't do for keeping her cover low, now would it? She would more than likely be tracked from here to the Grey Haven if word got out that her kind was still in existence. Other races never liked what they couldn't understand and nothing is more complex than a vampire. A 3500-year-old one at that.
"Who's there?" she called out into the shaded cover of the trees. She wanted to seem afraid, for others always felt more comfortable approaching someone who seemed easy to dominate. She was a damn good actress too.
A man of no more than 26 stepped out of the tree line, his sunburned face and callused hands from working in a field making him appear older. But as Yasha knew, looks can be deceiving.
"I'm.I'm sorry miss, but I saw you sitting here by yourself and.well.. I thought you might need help getting back to Gondor, or wherever it is you're going.to go. Not that I want you to leave, it's just." he trailed off, leaving the rest of his thoughts hanging in the air. He was a liar, even one without vampire senses such as she could tell. There was no reason for a farmer to be out on a stroll through the Gondor royal forest with spring planting time sprung upon them as suddenly as it happened this year.
"Well, come over here so I can see you better. The light is rather dim in that direction." A lie from her to counter his; Yasha could see the man perfectly from where she sat with her extraordinary sight. But she had not fed from the drunken pair and she was becoming hungry.
"I.I think I better not." He took a step back as though to flee through the forest behind him. Yasha just had to unveil one of her most predatory grins, the moment was just that perfect. There was no way any mortal could outrun or hide from her for long.
"Why not? I'm just a harmless little girl." Yasha grinned, exposing her now emerging fangs that extended down from her canine teeth. Now she knew that he could see the streaked blood across her face. Now he knew what she was. Too little, too late.
He turned and started crashing through the brush, yelling and making as much noise as was humanly possible. Yasha grinned. The chase had begun.
Chapter 1: Stains of New
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or anything associated, unfortunately.
A/N: The vampires here are based on the Christopher Pike model of vampires (being that they are immune to the effects of time a.k.a. they don't age; as they "grow older" they have less and less need for blood and the sun's effect weakens on them to the point of doing nothing; to create a new vampire they must mingle the blood of the human/elf/dwarf/whatever with an existing vampire; they have super-human senses and strength; power to manipulate minds/read thoughts). If there is anything else I remember I'll add it in later chapters.
A young woman sat on a large boulder in the middle of an otherwise deserted clearing, her head hung so that her long, auburn hair hung down and covered her crimson-streaked face. Her emerald eyes were searching the patterns that blood had swirled on to her hands, spilled from a pair of companions that were more than a little too drunk who had happened by earlier that day.
Apparently, the pair saw only one thing about her: her damn near-perfect body. Well, for a human it could possibly be considered perfect, but she wasn't human. Well, the duo had tried to have their way with her, but of course she could not allow them that. She had killed them slowly, knowing that this wasn't the first time they had wandered into the woods with hopes of finding a stray farmer's daughter.
Their bodies had not given her much trouble to move; in fact, it wasn't even their bodies that she was most worried about. It was the blood rather, since she was very messy when she felt like being so. It was barely disguised beneath the spring-green grass, with haphazard dried leaves from the forest strewn overtop. She didn't really care whether it was found or not, either way, she would be long gone before it and the two fellows were found.
She stood up and stretched, her beige, sleeveless tunic and drawstring pants falling into place with old practice. The young woman took very good care of her outfit for she was the one who had killed the animal for its hide in the first place. That was a long time ago though.and she needed a new outfit quite badly for the blood stains on the outfit were beginning to not wash out anymore, no matter how long and hard she scrubbed.
Suddenly, there was the sharp snap of a twig from behind her, a telltale sign of someone who was watching but did not want to be seen. She whirled around and glowered into the forest ringing the clearing directly behind her, reaching out with her mind to see whom it was who had caused the disturbance in the recently quiet forest.
It wasn't like she was afraid of whoever was lurking in the forest, far from it. But if whatever was lurking out in the forever had seen her kill those two men.well, that wouldn't do for keeping her cover low, now would it? She would more than likely be tracked from here to the Grey Haven if word got out that her kind was still in existence. Other races never liked what they couldn't understand and nothing is more complex than a vampire. A 3500-year-old one at that.
"Who's there?" she called out into the shaded cover of the trees. She wanted to seem afraid, for others always felt more comfortable approaching someone who seemed easy to dominate. She was a damn good actress too.
A man of no more than 26 stepped out of the tree line, his sunburned face and callused hands from working in a field making him appear older. But as Yasha knew, looks can be deceiving.
"I'm.I'm sorry miss, but I saw you sitting here by yourself and.well.. I thought you might need help getting back to Gondor, or wherever it is you're going.to go. Not that I want you to leave, it's just." he trailed off, leaving the rest of his thoughts hanging in the air. He was a liar, even one without vampire senses such as she could tell. There was no reason for a farmer to be out on a stroll through the Gondor royal forest with spring planting time sprung upon them as suddenly as it happened this year.
"Well, come over here so I can see you better. The light is rather dim in that direction." A lie from her to counter his; Yasha could see the man perfectly from where she sat with her extraordinary sight. But she had not fed from the drunken pair and she was becoming hungry.
"I.I think I better not." He took a step back as though to flee through the forest behind him. Yasha just had to unveil one of her most predatory grins, the moment was just that perfect. There was no way any mortal could outrun or hide from her for long.
"Why not? I'm just a harmless little girl." Yasha grinned, exposing her now emerging fangs that extended down from her canine teeth. Now she knew that he could see the streaked blood across her face. Now he knew what she was. Too little, too late.
He turned and started crashing through the brush, yelling and making as much noise as was humanly possible. Yasha grinned. The chase had begun.