_+_Hey there, readers. I was looking for a Grove fanfic... ya know, just to
see if they existed. Well, lemme tell ya.. I found two. And they were
short, somewhat odd, and kind of pointless, not very well written. So..
I've decided to go into more depth of Grove's character. Explain how he got
the way he was, and yadda yadda. Can't say this'l turn out better, but here
we are anyway. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own VHD or VHD Bloddlust. Just borrowing the characters out of boredom. Hope you don't mind terribly.
I looked over the ruins of a city, in the middle of a desert. It was quite depressing. The buildings lamented their former owners, and called for repair, which they would never get. There was one particular building, however, that caught my attention. It was so familiar, but barely recognizable because of it's condition, and the distance I viewed it at. It was the house I was born in. We used to live in this village, and now that we had come back, we saw that it had been reduced to this...
I looked back to Kyle, who seemed just as distraught as I was. Borgoff seemed to have expected it. He turned on his heel, shrugged, and headed back to the tank.
"C'mon. We're gonna lose our game. Looks like we can't stop for suppiles here." he said dumbly, as he disappeared from view over the hill.
Kyle and I stood for a few minutes longer, staring out at the desert that used to be our home. Was this all really the work of vampires? Famine? Did the village just... burn to the ground one night? I suddenly got the impression that there was a universal feeling of abandonment and displacement... we had nowhere to go, nowhere to belong anymore. No one spoke it, but I knew that we all felt it. Nolt hadn't even bothered to come out of the tank. I guess he knew what to expect as well.
Soon Kyle sighed, as if speaking a quick eulogy, and turned back towards the tank. I saw him go and decided to follow... it was getting chilly anyway. ******
"It's two days until the next town, Borgoff!! Whadda'we gonna do?" Kyle frowned, looking at our rapidly depleting water and food supply. "I'm gettin' really thirsty... just a few glasses a day isn't enough to sustain us through this wasteland!" He said, and waited for response from Borgoff.
"Look, we're just gonna have to tough it through. If we go non-stop, we can probably get to the next village before tomorrow night, so don't worry about it. We'll be all right."
I sighed and rolled my eyes, leaning back into a metal chair in the corner of the tank. Kyle always had a problem with complaining. It wasn't that long, and we had enough to last us until then. I looked to the half-full seven-gallon drum of water, and my throat felt suddenly chapped. I bit my lip, thinking that I hadn't had any water in the past day...
Kyle seemed to be staring at the water as well. He reluctantly pulled his eyes away, and walked to the front of the tank. "I'll drive tonight, Borgoff... You've been driving for the past few days, and you're cranky, and I don't like it." He said as-a-matter-of-factly. "Borgoff needs naptime."
Borgoff frowned, and slapped the back of his head.
"At least I'm not as dumb as you."
He walked to the back of the tank where I was, and fell down in a corner where he had left his sleeping bag. He was snoring within minutes. I laughed silently to myself, and looked to Nolt, who was asleep as well. We had all been awake for two days straight, hunting a group of vampires that were notorious for abducting young women from villages. We had been offered $1,000,000 for each head we brought back. There were seven vampires all together. It wasn't that much, but it was enough. We gave the village that hired us some slack.. They all seemed to be wearing rags. But we had lost track of the game, and now we were lost in this desert, trying to find our way and and survive in the process. It was quite difficult. We weren't that worried about the bounty heads at this point, however, because they probably got stuck in the middle of nowhere too, and fried in the sun. They didn't seem to be very smart vampires. They traveled by foot, which was particularily dangerous, especially if you got stuck where no shade was availabe, and you couldn't bury yourself in time.
I went searching through a bag that sat by my chair, and fished out a small comb. Unlike Kyle, I believed in grooming. I ran it through my red hair. Yes, my hair used to be red. Kyle and I were from the same parents; Borgoff and Nolt had been born to different fathers...Our mother was quick promiscuous. I put the comb back in the back, and searched for a bottle of mouthwash I had carried along. Upon finding it, I took a swig, gargled, swished, and spat out the window. That just made me thirstier. I moaned somewhat, and twisted uncomfortably in my seat, turning my head away from the water.
Maybe sleeping would help. I went and lay down on a cot with a few blankets I had set up across from Borgoff. I curled up, and hugged myself, slowly drifting off into an uneasy sleep...
Kyle awoke us with a start. He ran onto the tank screaming something about sunlight and a patch of sand, or something... I sat up, looking at him oddly.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I moaned, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. He always had a way of waking us up abruptly with odd ramblings of nonsensical jibberish.
"The vampires!! I found where they buried themselves!"
"..What?" Borgoff jumped up, and ran over to Kyle.
"Where??" He took him by the shoulders.
"Outside. Come on! I almost ran over them!"
I stood, and reluctantly kicked Nolt awake. We grabbed our weaponry, and headed out after Kyle and Borgoff.
The spot was right in front of the tank. One of the stupid things hadn't buried itself all the way and had burned to death. Other than that, you could barely tell there was anything there. Borgoff got on his knees and started digging, soon revealing another, who awoke to the unpleasant sensation of fire spreading over his body. He screamed and writhed, desperately trying to pull himself out, or bury himself again... we really couldn't tell what he was trying to do. He had probably lost all sense from the shock. He soon fell over; a smoldering lump of flesh.
"Wow, Go Kyle!" Borogff said. "Grove, go get a shovel. We really won't need to worry about fighting them now, will we?" He laughed, and kicked aside the charred bodies.
I ran back to the tank, feeling quite dizzy. I stopped momentarily as my head swam, and ran the back of my hand across my forehead. It was beaded with sweat. I shook my head, and my vision returned to normal. I didn't have to search long; there was a shovel left carelessly by the driver's seat. Why it was there, I didn't know. We hadn't used the thing in the past two months. I picked it up, and ran it back to Borgoff. I was feeling quite nauseous at this point, but I figured it was probably from the excitement. We thought that they were long gone; either dead somewhere behind us, or alive and well far ahead of us.
Kyle, Nolt and I stood and watched, as Borgoff unearthed one after the other, each doing nonsensical things to try and keep from burning. One even got up and ran in circles for a few minutes, and commenced to stick its head in the sand before completely burning to death.
Kyle was on his knees laughing, begging Borgoff to stop, otherwise he'd have a heart attack. I couldn't keep from laughing either. Never had we seen any vampires that did such bizarre things to keep from burning in the sunlight. These ones seemed to be just brainless zombies, or something... they probably were newly created vampires, who hadn't yet acquired full survival skills, and regained complete sense from their human selves.
Borgoff went to unearth a sixth, and that's when it hit me. Black spots were bombarding my vision. I keeled over momentarily, and then reeled backwards, trying desperately not to fall down. No one seemed to notice. The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was a vampire with long brown hair, trying to scramble back into the earth; the most sensible thing any of them had done yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own VHD or VHD Bloddlust. Just borrowing the characters out of boredom. Hope you don't mind terribly.
I looked over the ruins of a city, in the middle of a desert. It was quite depressing. The buildings lamented their former owners, and called for repair, which they would never get. There was one particular building, however, that caught my attention. It was so familiar, but barely recognizable because of it's condition, and the distance I viewed it at. It was the house I was born in. We used to live in this village, and now that we had come back, we saw that it had been reduced to this...
I looked back to Kyle, who seemed just as distraught as I was. Borgoff seemed to have expected it. He turned on his heel, shrugged, and headed back to the tank.
"C'mon. We're gonna lose our game. Looks like we can't stop for suppiles here." he said dumbly, as he disappeared from view over the hill.
Kyle and I stood for a few minutes longer, staring out at the desert that used to be our home. Was this all really the work of vampires? Famine? Did the village just... burn to the ground one night? I suddenly got the impression that there was a universal feeling of abandonment and displacement... we had nowhere to go, nowhere to belong anymore. No one spoke it, but I knew that we all felt it. Nolt hadn't even bothered to come out of the tank. I guess he knew what to expect as well.
Soon Kyle sighed, as if speaking a quick eulogy, and turned back towards the tank. I saw him go and decided to follow... it was getting chilly anyway. ******
"It's two days until the next town, Borgoff!! Whadda'we gonna do?" Kyle frowned, looking at our rapidly depleting water and food supply. "I'm gettin' really thirsty... just a few glasses a day isn't enough to sustain us through this wasteland!" He said, and waited for response from Borgoff.
"Look, we're just gonna have to tough it through. If we go non-stop, we can probably get to the next village before tomorrow night, so don't worry about it. We'll be all right."
I sighed and rolled my eyes, leaning back into a metal chair in the corner of the tank. Kyle always had a problem with complaining. It wasn't that long, and we had enough to last us until then. I looked to the half-full seven-gallon drum of water, and my throat felt suddenly chapped. I bit my lip, thinking that I hadn't had any water in the past day...
Kyle seemed to be staring at the water as well. He reluctantly pulled his eyes away, and walked to the front of the tank. "I'll drive tonight, Borgoff... You've been driving for the past few days, and you're cranky, and I don't like it." He said as-a-matter-of-factly. "Borgoff needs naptime."
Borgoff frowned, and slapped the back of his head.
"At least I'm not as dumb as you."
He walked to the back of the tank where I was, and fell down in a corner where he had left his sleeping bag. He was snoring within minutes. I laughed silently to myself, and looked to Nolt, who was asleep as well. We had all been awake for two days straight, hunting a group of vampires that were notorious for abducting young women from villages. We had been offered $1,000,000 for each head we brought back. There were seven vampires all together. It wasn't that much, but it was enough. We gave the village that hired us some slack.. They all seemed to be wearing rags. But we had lost track of the game, and now we were lost in this desert, trying to find our way and and survive in the process. It was quite difficult. We weren't that worried about the bounty heads at this point, however, because they probably got stuck in the middle of nowhere too, and fried in the sun. They didn't seem to be very smart vampires. They traveled by foot, which was particularily dangerous, especially if you got stuck where no shade was availabe, and you couldn't bury yourself in time.
I went searching through a bag that sat by my chair, and fished out a small comb. Unlike Kyle, I believed in grooming. I ran it through my red hair. Yes, my hair used to be red. Kyle and I were from the same parents; Borgoff and Nolt had been born to different fathers...Our mother was quick promiscuous. I put the comb back in the back, and searched for a bottle of mouthwash I had carried along. Upon finding it, I took a swig, gargled, swished, and spat out the window. That just made me thirstier. I moaned somewhat, and twisted uncomfortably in my seat, turning my head away from the water.
Maybe sleeping would help. I went and lay down on a cot with a few blankets I had set up across from Borgoff. I curled up, and hugged myself, slowly drifting off into an uneasy sleep...
Kyle awoke us with a start. He ran onto the tank screaming something about sunlight and a patch of sand, or something... I sat up, looking at him oddly.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I moaned, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. He always had a way of waking us up abruptly with odd ramblings of nonsensical jibberish.
"The vampires!! I found where they buried themselves!"
"..What?" Borgoff jumped up, and ran over to Kyle.
"Where??" He took him by the shoulders.
"Outside. Come on! I almost ran over them!"
I stood, and reluctantly kicked Nolt awake. We grabbed our weaponry, and headed out after Kyle and Borgoff.
The spot was right in front of the tank. One of the stupid things hadn't buried itself all the way and had burned to death. Other than that, you could barely tell there was anything there. Borgoff got on his knees and started digging, soon revealing another, who awoke to the unpleasant sensation of fire spreading over his body. He screamed and writhed, desperately trying to pull himself out, or bury himself again... we really couldn't tell what he was trying to do. He had probably lost all sense from the shock. He soon fell over; a smoldering lump of flesh.
"Wow, Go Kyle!" Borogff said. "Grove, go get a shovel. We really won't need to worry about fighting them now, will we?" He laughed, and kicked aside the charred bodies.
I ran back to the tank, feeling quite dizzy. I stopped momentarily as my head swam, and ran the back of my hand across my forehead. It was beaded with sweat. I shook my head, and my vision returned to normal. I didn't have to search long; there was a shovel left carelessly by the driver's seat. Why it was there, I didn't know. We hadn't used the thing in the past two months. I picked it up, and ran it back to Borgoff. I was feeling quite nauseous at this point, but I figured it was probably from the excitement. We thought that they were long gone; either dead somewhere behind us, or alive and well far ahead of us.
Kyle, Nolt and I stood and watched, as Borgoff unearthed one after the other, each doing nonsensical things to try and keep from burning. One even got up and ran in circles for a few minutes, and commenced to stick its head in the sand before completely burning to death.
Kyle was on his knees laughing, begging Borgoff to stop, otherwise he'd have a heart attack. I couldn't keep from laughing either. Never had we seen any vampires that did such bizarre things to keep from burning in the sunlight. These ones seemed to be just brainless zombies, or something... they probably were newly created vampires, who hadn't yet acquired full survival skills, and regained complete sense from their human selves.
Borgoff went to unearth a sixth, and that's when it hit me. Black spots were bombarding my vision. I keeled over momentarily, and then reeled backwards, trying desperately not to fall down. No one seemed to notice. The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was a vampire with long brown hair, trying to scramble back into the earth; the most sensible thing any of them had done yet.