Blooddrayne
Chapter 1: Blooddrayne
Silhouettes as black as the night crept at the edge her vision through the smoke-filled twilight of her room. They spun their web of fear in her mind and whispered promises of what was to come. She sought to escape the dream that awaited her, to jump up from the sweat-stained sheets, but fear lay like ice in her veins and pressed her to the bed. And so she lay paralyzed and clutched her frozen soul until finally, she heard the sound of hooves and it began anew.
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Red half-light breathed around her like the inside of a smouldering body. The stench of decay and blood strangled her throat and the heat bit into her numb flesh. A hissing, snorting and shouting reached her ears, dull and distant, yet omnipresent and perpetual like the sound of a huge fire.
Now a sobbing sounded from the red fog and she saw a girl in a red-stained shirt, not far from her, cowering over a blood-covered bird that lay there. Again, the girl sobbed and her whining cut into her heart. She reached out, wanting to hold and comfort the girl, but claws dug into her flesh and dragged her away. Hundreds of limbs took hold of her, covering her like worms, their claws ripping the very flesh from her bones and dragging her down to the ground that opened up like a bloody wound. From the twilight grew shapes, fangs flashed like daggers and gigantic bodies unfolded, bodies distorted and disfigured as if mocking the natural order. A breath of heat and blood lay in the air, heavy like oil yet still intoxicating in its promise of power and death.
Still she strove to reach the crying child, to give her solace and hold on to the spark of humanity that she believed to see in her. But suddenly, she turned to her and she saw the girl's face as she stared into empty holes from which bloody tears flowed over ghostly-white cheeks. Her whine was no longer a crying, it was a demented giggling that escaped between small, sharp and bloodied teeth from her small throat. She grabbed her hair and forced her to look to the ground.
As she looked down upon the bird that crawled there, she realized she was looking at herself, the grey dove of her soul, its feathers heavy from the blood of slaughtered dreams, old and weak, caught in the senseless dance of perishability. Now child and beasts alike began to scream and rejoice, as if mocking her pitiful existance. In that instant, she wanted to scream with them, wanted to leave her old, grey flesh behind and like them, become strong and immortal, craving only the pleasures of the flesh. For here, they were gods, each and every one an arbiter of life and death.
Yet Aonir's Star still glowed inside her, a small pinpoint of hope and faith, reminding her of her human soul. Recognizing her doubts, they spat at her with disgust, clawing her flesh and sinking their fangs into her body as they began their meal, a horror of which shecannot tell while awake. When they were done, they tossed her ravaged body aside and she began to fall.
She fell into the bloody lap of the earth, down an endless abyss, between small bridges of red rock, down, and still further down. Massive chains of dark iron spanned the walls of the chasm, black links covered with rusty hooks to which the bodies of the damned were slung, hanging for eternity over this pit of endless despair. And she saw the Red Horde, crawling up from the glowing depths. On stone towers they climbed up, an endless stream of red bodies. A mass that grew like a tumor under the surface of the world, and slobbering, they shouted and screamed in their craving for flesh and souls. The fires of the earth inflamed her mangled body and like a screaming torch she fell past thousands of them, praying for the merciful release of death.
*
With a scream Ginny shot up in her bed. The covers clinged to her like a second skin, drenched in ice cold sweat. She had had this dream ever since Voldemort was back in her third year and the first time she had it, she hadn't eaten for a whole week, so disgusted. She couldn't tell anyone, for she had learned, if you tried to avoid it, it would come sooner. She didn't knew if this was yet another vision of what was to come, or what would happen when Voldemort won the War. Her heart was hammering in her chest out of fear. Deciding she didn't, couldn't go back to sleep, mostly out of fear of seeing 'the Dream' again, she slowly but surely pushed herself up and out of her bed. Looking at the alarm clock, she sighed. It was just a few minutes after dawn and seeing as it was a Saturday, people wouldn't be up for hours. Still shivering from her nightmare, she walked over to her dresser, pulled out a black leather pants and a tight white tanktop. Going into the bathroom, she placed her clothes onto the sink and looked up into the mirror. With a terrified scream, Ginny fell back and into the bathtub, hitting her head painfully against the wall behind it. But she didn't notice, not even when small drops of crimson liquid appeared on the side of the bathtub. She only noticed the mirror. The eyeless girl out of her dream stood in it, a malicious grin on her face. After a minute, the girl lifted a petite finger to her lips and leaned closer. Ginny was lifted up from out of the bathtub by an invisible force and was placed inches away from the mirror, staring into the dark pits of where the eyes of the girl should have been. The grin never faltering, she whispered just one word. Blooddrayne.
A strong wind pushed her away from the mirror and against the opposite wall, again hitting her head. For a moment Ginny saw nothing but black and when the light came back, she saw her room mates, Myranda Bourne, Cameron Steele and Moyra Blanca hovering above her.
"Gi..re you..kay?" Ginny vaguely heard Myra's blurred form say. "Camer..sor McGo..all!" A few minutes later, she was hoisted up on her feet and when she collapsed again, she was pulled over somebody's shoulder. It was a man, that much she could tell, but not who. Before she knew it, she was layed down upon something soft and another blurred person came into few. Her head was lifted up and something horrid tasting was poured into her mouth. Moaning, Ginny blinked a few times, and a couple of blinks later everything was sharp again. Three people were in the room, looking very concerned. One was, as she had guessed, professor McGonagall. Next to her stood Sirius Black, the new DADA teacher and on the other side of her bed stood Madam Pomfrey.
"Are you with us now, Miss Weasley?" McGonagall's voice echoed through her head. And though she could see them clearly, the professor's voice sounded far away. She opened her mouth.
"I think so," she croaked, her throat still raw from all the screaming she had done that night. "What is Blooddrayne?"
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A/N: Yes, this is very little, but it gets more with each chapter. It's just that, I think I suck at writing and the beginnings are always the most impossible to write in a story.. Anyway, review and tell me exactly how much I suck.. Thank yuuz
Caipirinha the Piranha
Chapter 1: Blooddrayne
Silhouettes as black as the night crept at the edge her vision through the smoke-filled twilight of her room. They spun their web of fear in her mind and whispered promises of what was to come. She sought to escape the dream that awaited her, to jump up from the sweat-stained sheets, but fear lay like ice in her veins and pressed her to the bed. And so she lay paralyzed and clutched her frozen soul until finally, she heard the sound of hooves and it began anew.
*
Red half-light breathed around her like the inside of a smouldering body. The stench of decay and blood strangled her throat and the heat bit into her numb flesh. A hissing, snorting and shouting reached her ears, dull and distant, yet omnipresent and perpetual like the sound of a huge fire.
Now a sobbing sounded from the red fog and she saw a girl in a red-stained shirt, not far from her, cowering over a blood-covered bird that lay there. Again, the girl sobbed and her whining cut into her heart. She reached out, wanting to hold and comfort the girl, but claws dug into her flesh and dragged her away. Hundreds of limbs took hold of her, covering her like worms, their claws ripping the very flesh from her bones and dragging her down to the ground that opened up like a bloody wound. From the twilight grew shapes, fangs flashed like daggers and gigantic bodies unfolded, bodies distorted and disfigured as if mocking the natural order. A breath of heat and blood lay in the air, heavy like oil yet still intoxicating in its promise of power and death.
Still she strove to reach the crying child, to give her solace and hold on to the spark of humanity that she believed to see in her. But suddenly, she turned to her and she saw the girl's face as she stared into empty holes from which bloody tears flowed over ghostly-white cheeks. Her whine was no longer a crying, it was a demented giggling that escaped between small, sharp and bloodied teeth from her small throat. She grabbed her hair and forced her to look to the ground.
As she looked down upon the bird that crawled there, she realized she was looking at herself, the grey dove of her soul, its feathers heavy from the blood of slaughtered dreams, old and weak, caught in the senseless dance of perishability. Now child and beasts alike began to scream and rejoice, as if mocking her pitiful existance. In that instant, she wanted to scream with them, wanted to leave her old, grey flesh behind and like them, become strong and immortal, craving only the pleasures of the flesh. For here, they were gods, each and every one an arbiter of life and death.
Yet Aonir's Star still glowed inside her, a small pinpoint of hope and faith, reminding her of her human soul. Recognizing her doubts, they spat at her with disgust, clawing her flesh and sinking their fangs into her body as they began their meal, a horror of which shecannot tell while awake. When they were done, they tossed her ravaged body aside and she began to fall.
She fell into the bloody lap of the earth, down an endless abyss, between small bridges of red rock, down, and still further down. Massive chains of dark iron spanned the walls of the chasm, black links covered with rusty hooks to which the bodies of the damned were slung, hanging for eternity over this pit of endless despair. And she saw the Red Horde, crawling up from the glowing depths. On stone towers they climbed up, an endless stream of red bodies. A mass that grew like a tumor under the surface of the world, and slobbering, they shouted and screamed in their craving for flesh and souls. The fires of the earth inflamed her mangled body and like a screaming torch she fell past thousands of them, praying for the merciful release of death.
*
With a scream Ginny shot up in her bed. The covers clinged to her like a second skin, drenched in ice cold sweat. She had had this dream ever since Voldemort was back in her third year and the first time she had it, she hadn't eaten for a whole week, so disgusted. She couldn't tell anyone, for she had learned, if you tried to avoid it, it would come sooner. She didn't knew if this was yet another vision of what was to come, or what would happen when Voldemort won the War. Her heart was hammering in her chest out of fear. Deciding she didn't, couldn't go back to sleep, mostly out of fear of seeing 'the Dream' again, she slowly but surely pushed herself up and out of her bed. Looking at the alarm clock, she sighed. It was just a few minutes after dawn and seeing as it was a Saturday, people wouldn't be up for hours. Still shivering from her nightmare, she walked over to her dresser, pulled out a black leather pants and a tight white tanktop. Going into the bathroom, she placed her clothes onto the sink and looked up into the mirror. With a terrified scream, Ginny fell back and into the bathtub, hitting her head painfully against the wall behind it. But she didn't notice, not even when small drops of crimson liquid appeared on the side of the bathtub. She only noticed the mirror. The eyeless girl out of her dream stood in it, a malicious grin on her face. After a minute, the girl lifted a petite finger to her lips and leaned closer. Ginny was lifted up from out of the bathtub by an invisible force and was placed inches away from the mirror, staring into the dark pits of where the eyes of the girl should have been. The grin never faltering, she whispered just one word. Blooddrayne.
A strong wind pushed her away from the mirror and against the opposite wall, again hitting her head. For a moment Ginny saw nothing but black and when the light came back, she saw her room mates, Myranda Bourne, Cameron Steele and Moyra Blanca hovering above her.
"Gi..re you..kay?" Ginny vaguely heard Myra's blurred form say. "Camer..sor McGo..all!" A few minutes later, she was hoisted up on her feet and when she collapsed again, she was pulled over somebody's shoulder. It was a man, that much she could tell, but not who. Before she knew it, she was layed down upon something soft and another blurred person came into few. Her head was lifted up and something horrid tasting was poured into her mouth. Moaning, Ginny blinked a few times, and a couple of blinks later everything was sharp again. Three people were in the room, looking very concerned. One was, as she had guessed, professor McGonagall. Next to her stood Sirius Black, the new DADA teacher and on the other side of her bed stood Madam Pomfrey.
"Are you with us now, Miss Weasley?" McGonagall's voice echoed through her head. And though she could see them clearly, the professor's voice sounded far away. She opened her mouth.
"I think so," she croaked, her throat still raw from all the screaming she had done that night. "What is Blooddrayne?"
*
A/N: Yes, this is very little, but it gets more with each chapter. It's just that, I think I suck at writing and the beginnings are always the most impossible to write in a story.. Anyway, review and tell me exactly how much I suck.. Thank yuuz
Caipirinha the Piranha