SIEGE OF DARKNESS
Dedicated to Ashley Schmidt
Note: Credit for words in Italic and some quotes in this story goes to Mr. Moench 1/3 part of this story is influenced by "Crimson Mist"
"VAMPIRE HUNTER D" was created by Kikuchi Hideyuki
"DEVIL HUNTER Yohko" was created Gaku Miyao
PART ONE: Sonata of Dusk
Chapter 1:
This is death, but how long have I lived it? No way to know, no time here, nothing but blackness… the corruption of unfelt flesh… and, always, the fierce craving for blood. Awareness but immobility… paralyzed in a state of eternal suffering.
I can think but I cannot move, thinking of nothing but blood I cannot take, the life I cannot have. This is death, for an undead vampire, the final reward of the damned, and it is not death at all. It is a trap between the world of the living and the realm of true death, spawned by the length of splintered oak transfixing my heart to the limbo between.
The bloodlust is all consuming, yet I will never consume again. I am a predator unable to prey. Horror is the awareness that the awareness of horror will never end. Death for a vampire is consciousness of the false death, the urge but inability to rip the throats of the living and suck the warm, ragged shreds. It is black claustrophobia in a smothering void from which there is no escape, no release.
The mortals, death is the last dark dream and the final passage. For me, the journey is stillborn, all movement stopped and suspended. In blackness. In the false death which is never final… in horror and in Hell.
All I remember is the soft yield of flesh to fang… the gush of sweet life filling me with power. How long has it been, I wonder since the one time I had the only thing I want? In this false death, time means nothing. There is only the eternity of each moment, every moment made meaningless by the sameness of ceaseless torment…
Weeks and months measured only by the long, slow decay of the body… and the swifter disintegration of the mind. As I rot, so do I go mad… ever thirsting for the sanity and strength of blood.
The boy tried his best to stop his hands from shaking as he hold onto the cold wooden stake. In his mind he knows about the terrifying horror that he is about to unleash upon the world, because he had witnessed the horrors of this so called vampire hunter D not long ago. Although he was very young at the time, but he's still able to remember the fear that had spread across the city. He still remember how people decorated their houses full of religious symbols (mostly crucifies), holy waters, Bibles, Korans and images of Jesus the Christ. He remembers, but he also remember the hate and his hunger for vengeance when he saw how cruelly those gang members killed his parents and his young sister.
He still recall the anger he felt when nobody would offer to help him, because everyone is afraid of the Godland Army. A bunch of scavengers that loot and kill as they like. He have been terrorizing the city of Aion ever since those hunters tricked and drove the stake into the heart of the dampyr hunter. He knew that the only one who can avenge his parents is this dampyr hunter that he had heard so much about when he was younger from his grandparents and neighbors. He heard stories of how the half vampire and half human hunter saved a young girl from a malicious Count and how he defeated the evil vampire empress Camilla. Even though people feared him, but he was still a hero to them. However, the heroic dampyr went through some sort of transformation and went mad. He went on a murderous rampage and swiped across the land with gruesome murders.
The vengeance's burning strong again when he tighten his grip around the stake. The boy then yank the stake upward with all his strength. Slowly the stake became loose and finally the boy fall backward with the stake in his hands. Before he can regain his balance, something grabs him by his shirt and the boy could smell a foul odor.
"Fool!" the creature with the red eyes and pale skin shouted before the boy. The creature cloaked under a long black cape and his brimmed hat grabs onto the trembling boy tightly. "Do you realize what you've done!?"
"Um… Mr. D…" the boy whimpers in a trembling voice.
"Silence! You've loosed my blacken heart, allowing the cursed foul blood of my father to pump through my body! My heart now pulses to the beat of evil and terror… you fool!"
"Mr. D… please!" yell the boy. "The city of Aion is in chaos! Criminals are everywhere… people are being killed daily, children kidnapped, women raped… we need you. I need you…"
The boy reach into pockets and took out a small brown bag. "My parents and my sister was killed by a group of gang known as the Godland Army… they have been terrorizing the land for awhile now. I'm wondering if you can kill them for me… here's some money it's not much but--"
"Foolish child, your money is no good here." the dampyr cut the boy off.
"You have to help me, Mr. D! Please… I… fine. If you don't want my money then I'll be gladly to surrender my blood to you if you would set things right… you're the only one who is able to stop them." the boy lift his head up and reveal his stretched neck to the dampyr.
"You dare to tempt me?" the dampyr grab the young boy by his collar and toss him into a wall nearby, knocking the boy out cold. He then disappear into the cold night air.
Dedicated to Ashley Schmidt
Note: Credit for words in Italic and some quotes in this story goes to Mr. Moench 1/3 part of this story is influenced by "Crimson Mist"
"VAMPIRE HUNTER D" was created by Kikuchi Hideyuki
"DEVIL HUNTER Yohko" was created Gaku Miyao
PART ONE: Sonata of Dusk
Chapter 1:
This is death, but how long have I lived it? No way to know, no time here, nothing but blackness… the corruption of unfelt flesh… and, always, the fierce craving for blood. Awareness but immobility… paralyzed in a state of eternal suffering.
I can think but I cannot move, thinking of nothing but blood I cannot take, the life I cannot have. This is death, for an undead vampire, the final reward of the damned, and it is not death at all. It is a trap between the world of the living and the realm of true death, spawned by the length of splintered oak transfixing my heart to the limbo between.
The bloodlust is all consuming, yet I will never consume again. I am a predator unable to prey. Horror is the awareness that the awareness of horror will never end. Death for a vampire is consciousness of the false death, the urge but inability to rip the throats of the living and suck the warm, ragged shreds. It is black claustrophobia in a smothering void from which there is no escape, no release.
The mortals, death is the last dark dream and the final passage. For me, the journey is stillborn, all movement stopped and suspended. In blackness. In the false death which is never final… in horror and in Hell.
All I remember is the soft yield of flesh to fang… the gush of sweet life filling me with power. How long has it been, I wonder since the one time I had the only thing I want? In this false death, time means nothing. There is only the eternity of each moment, every moment made meaningless by the sameness of ceaseless torment…
Weeks and months measured only by the long, slow decay of the body… and the swifter disintegration of the mind. As I rot, so do I go mad… ever thirsting for the sanity and strength of blood.
The boy tried his best to stop his hands from shaking as he hold onto the cold wooden stake. In his mind he knows about the terrifying horror that he is about to unleash upon the world, because he had witnessed the horrors of this so called vampire hunter D not long ago. Although he was very young at the time, but he's still able to remember the fear that had spread across the city. He still remember how people decorated their houses full of religious symbols (mostly crucifies), holy waters, Bibles, Korans and images of Jesus the Christ. He remembers, but he also remember the hate and his hunger for vengeance when he saw how cruelly those gang members killed his parents and his young sister.
He still recall the anger he felt when nobody would offer to help him, because everyone is afraid of the Godland Army. A bunch of scavengers that loot and kill as they like. He have been terrorizing the city of Aion ever since those hunters tricked and drove the stake into the heart of the dampyr hunter. He knew that the only one who can avenge his parents is this dampyr hunter that he had heard so much about when he was younger from his grandparents and neighbors. He heard stories of how the half vampire and half human hunter saved a young girl from a malicious Count and how he defeated the evil vampire empress Camilla. Even though people feared him, but he was still a hero to them. However, the heroic dampyr went through some sort of transformation and went mad. He went on a murderous rampage and swiped across the land with gruesome murders.
The vengeance's burning strong again when he tighten his grip around the stake. The boy then yank the stake upward with all his strength. Slowly the stake became loose and finally the boy fall backward with the stake in his hands. Before he can regain his balance, something grabs him by his shirt and the boy could smell a foul odor.
"Fool!" the creature with the red eyes and pale skin shouted before the boy. The creature cloaked under a long black cape and his brimmed hat grabs onto the trembling boy tightly. "Do you realize what you've done!?"
"Um… Mr. D…" the boy whimpers in a trembling voice.
"Silence! You've loosed my blacken heart, allowing the cursed foul blood of my father to pump through my body! My heart now pulses to the beat of evil and terror… you fool!"
"Mr. D… please!" yell the boy. "The city of Aion is in chaos! Criminals are everywhere… people are being killed daily, children kidnapped, women raped… we need you. I need you…"
The boy reach into pockets and took out a small brown bag. "My parents and my sister was killed by a group of gang known as the Godland Army… they have been terrorizing the land for awhile now. I'm wondering if you can kill them for me… here's some money it's not much but--"
"Foolish child, your money is no good here." the dampyr cut the boy off.
"You have to help me, Mr. D! Please… I… fine. If you don't want my money then I'll be gladly to surrender my blood to you if you would set things right… you're the only one who is able to stop them." the boy lift his head up and reveal his stretched neck to the dampyr.
"You dare to tempt me?" the dampyr grab the young boy by his collar and toss him into a wall nearby, knocking the boy out cold. He then disappear into the cold night air.