Chapter 3
As the vampaneze edged close enough to get a good stab at Syrus he stopped, knelt down, and leant forward close enough for Syrus to smell his foul breath, and then something weird happened, the words 'tiger stripes' seemed to form in the purple faced red haired monsters eyes. Syrus had a puzzled look on his face, the vampaneze could obviously tell what had happened because of when he said "You will soon see..." in a sort of dreamy voice. Then it got weirder, creature licked Syrus' face from bottom of cheek to top. With that he formed what Syrus thought was some kind of gang sign, if you asked him he'd say he was concentrating on the daggers.
Then the questions came. Every answer Syrus could not answer the Vampaneze would cut a stripe around his arm, in the end his one arm looked like deep, red tiger stripes.
"Sleep tight, vampire, you will need it when the real fun begins" the vampaneze didn't even smile about this; he just kept the exhausted look on his face.
The day went slowly, every time Syrus would drift off, he'd lean on or bump his cut arm, though they'd stopped bleeding at an amazing rate, the still pained him. Finally as he got into a deep sleep, he was awoken by a swift kick in the groin, yup, that did the job he was up and aware.
"Morning princess, time to pick up where we left off, are you ready?" he sneered.
"Aye" he choked weakly.
"Alright, then," and then the questions and the dagger started again. Question by question, stripe by stripe, the steady pitter patter of blood dripping on to the cave floor like a slow, agonizing rain.
Then; it stopped, the main left and a new man replaced him, much older man, whose skin made the other man look pale, it was the deepest purple he'd ever seen. This one was far less talkative, and also, instead of doing stripes some where else, he raised the dagger... to his FACE!" He raised the dagger and made a long cut along his cheek and jerked when he heard shrieks and cries of pain from the outside the cave.
Then as the old man fled to out he stopped in the door way, and stumbled back turning towards Syrus, exposing a dagger with only the golden handle exposed from the purple throat, the noise would stay with Syrus for the rest of his nights, a violent gurgling. Then, a pale skinned man retrieved his dagger from the vampanezes throat, it was Mr. Brinsk! He said nothing until he freed me form by restraints,
"How are you doing young Conn-uh...uh" with that he fell to the ground revealing the Syrus' first torturer, as he stood their laughing, Syrus ran to the dagger and hurled it at the man in the opening, amazingly enough hitting the man square in the forehead, and just fell, dead where he stood.
"Bastard" Mr. Brinsk half choked half laughed
"Syrus, come here" Syrus did as he was instructed.
"You will need to travel with the men I traveled here with, they will take you to Vampire mountain and-"
"You'll take me your self your fine"
"Please don't interrupt, any way, take the daggers on my hip, use them well, and even in death may you be triumphant" he smiled weakly and then Syrus felt his soul rise above, and that was the end of Ian Brinsk, Vampire General. He felt sad, though he had only known Brinsk for a short period of time, he felt a great amount of respect for him.
He reached for the two daggers, and they were spectacular, they had silver handles, with 2 rubies and an emerald in between running up the handles, with a green blade with some weird engraved language on them. All of a sudden a young faced man with blood spatter on his face rushed into the room "Ian, we have to..."
"He's gone" Syrus said. The man nodded with a somber look on his face.
"No matter" he croaked, trying to hold back tears.
"We must leave." And so they did. He left with 3 men, 1 of which was a vampire, his name Bryce Quells. The man who ran into the room was a rookie Vampirite, this was his first battle, and it was harsh. His name was Alec Danielson. Finally the last man was Sam Liken.
We traveled the rest of the night not say a word between us. When the sun rose we stopped in a cave where a few things were revealed.
"We had just suffered losses from a battle with Vampaneze, we lost 7 vampires and 12 Vampirites, it was treacherous. So we traveled to your village looking for a strong man to blood but when he returned with you..." "We were all baffled" another man continued.
"We asked his reasons, he said 'all will be revealed in time', wouldn't say a word more.
"So, what now?" Syrus asked
"Now we go to the princes"
TBC if wanted say if you want more
As the vampaneze edged close enough to get a good stab at Syrus he stopped, knelt down, and leant forward close enough for Syrus to smell his foul breath, and then something weird happened, the words 'tiger stripes' seemed to form in the purple faced red haired monsters eyes. Syrus had a puzzled look on his face, the vampaneze could obviously tell what had happened because of when he said "You will soon see..." in a sort of dreamy voice. Then it got weirder, creature licked Syrus' face from bottom of cheek to top. With that he formed what Syrus thought was some kind of gang sign, if you asked him he'd say he was concentrating on the daggers.
Then the questions came. Every answer Syrus could not answer the Vampaneze would cut a stripe around his arm, in the end his one arm looked like deep, red tiger stripes.
"Sleep tight, vampire, you will need it when the real fun begins" the vampaneze didn't even smile about this; he just kept the exhausted look on his face.
The day went slowly, every time Syrus would drift off, he'd lean on or bump his cut arm, though they'd stopped bleeding at an amazing rate, the still pained him. Finally as he got into a deep sleep, he was awoken by a swift kick in the groin, yup, that did the job he was up and aware.
"Morning princess, time to pick up where we left off, are you ready?" he sneered.
"Aye" he choked weakly.
"Alright, then," and then the questions and the dagger started again. Question by question, stripe by stripe, the steady pitter patter of blood dripping on to the cave floor like a slow, agonizing rain.
Then; it stopped, the main left and a new man replaced him, much older man, whose skin made the other man look pale, it was the deepest purple he'd ever seen. This one was far less talkative, and also, instead of doing stripes some where else, he raised the dagger... to his FACE!" He raised the dagger and made a long cut along his cheek and jerked when he heard shrieks and cries of pain from the outside the cave.
Then as the old man fled to out he stopped in the door way, and stumbled back turning towards Syrus, exposing a dagger with only the golden handle exposed from the purple throat, the noise would stay with Syrus for the rest of his nights, a violent gurgling. Then, a pale skinned man retrieved his dagger from the vampanezes throat, it was Mr. Brinsk! He said nothing until he freed me form by restraints,
"How are you doing young Conn-uh...uh" with that he fell to the ground revealing the Syrus' first torturer, as he stood their laughing, Syrus ran to the dagger and hurled it at the man in the opening, amazingly enough hitting the man square in the forehead, and just fell, dead where he stood.
"Bastard" Mr. Brinsk half choked half laughed
"Syrus, come here" Syrus did as he was instructed.
"You will need to travel with the men I traveled here with, they will take you to Vampire mountain and-"
"You'll take me your self your fine"
"Please don't interrupt, any way, take the daggers on my hip, use them well, and even in death may you be triumphant" he smiled weakly and then Syrus felt his soul rise above, and that was the end of Ian Brinsk, Vampire General. He felt sad, though he had only known Brinsk for a short period of time, he felt a great amount of respect for him.
He reached for the two daggers, and they were spectacular, they had silver handles, with 2 rubies and an emerald in between running up the handles, with a green blade with some weird engraved language on them. All of a sudden a young faced man with blood spatter on his face rushed into the room "Ian, we have to..."
"He's gone" Syrus said. The man nodded with a somber look on his face.
"No matter" he croaked, trying to hold back tears.
"We must leave." And so they did. He left with 3 men, 1 of which was a vampire, his name Bryce Quells. The man who ran into the room was a rookie Vampirite, this was his first battle, and it was harsh. His name was Alec Danielson. Finally the last man was Sam Liken.
We traveled the rest of the night not say a word between us. When the sun rose we stopped in a cave where a few things were revealed.
"We had just suffered losses from a battle with Vampaneze, we lost 7 vampires and 12 Vampirites, it was treacherous. So we traveled to your village looking for a strong man to blood but when he returned with you..." "We were all baffled" another man continued.
"We asked his reasons, he said 'all will be revealed in time', wouldn't say a word more.
"So, what now?" Syrus asked
"Now we go to the princes"
TBC if wanted say if you want more