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StArRy1233: Yes, Vampyre is original. The only place you might find him is in The Teen Titans Movie, by Sotfballtitan009. Only because I gave her permission though, and even then...
Enter the Abbadon
(A/n: From here, it's from Raven's P.O.V. I will tell you when it's from the "narrator's" P.O.V.)
I felt safe. After all, I was sitting on the shoulder of a Demon. The Demon had a name, Hellbringer, and a "real" name, Vampyre. I tried to concentrate, but it was harder to concentrate with the noise of reality. So, I shut my eyes, and emptied my mind. But, as I soon found out, it may have afforded me better concentration, but I had to hold on for dear life. I opened my eyes, and was greeted by a somewhat satisfying sight.
Vampyre was doing a wonderful job of fighting fire with fire. He was letting Nethronus hit him a few times, to make his father think he was weaker. I could sense the deep-seated hatred in both, and it made me shudder. I was hoping this would end quickly, but that's not what it was meant to be. Vampyre was charging up for his ultimate strike, Black Lightning. It was like judgment, because, depending on how evil you were, is how much it hurt you.
I saw him pull back, and then he unleashed all of the energy in hand. Again, the hatred was flowing, I was shuddering. I looked down to where my friends were, and felt I sudden urge to fly down and help them. But I couldn't, because, if I left Vampyre's shoulder, he could lose concentration, and that would be our deaths.
Vampyre was really relentless, as he continually pounded Nethronus with blows of increasing power and fury. I noted how his eyes were steadily turning (if at all possible) blood red. This may have been the only time I really approved of his Bloodlust.
End this quickly, I thought to Vampyre
I'm doing my best
Then do better. You're giving 100%. Give 110%.
Then give me 10% more.
Cut the sarcasm. I'm going to give you more power. Can you end it quicker if do?
Yes
Here we go then
I concentrated, taking on more of the strain, as Vampyre used what he called "Abbadon's Release". You might call it a finishing move, but whatever you called it, it got the job done. But, when the fires had burned away, Nethronus was still there, albeit the fact that he was in a bloody heap. When Vampyre was going to decapitate Nethronus, his minions rushed over, covered him, and left in a blaze of smoke, spirits, and skulls. With our work finished, I was assuming we could get back to the Tower. I was tired, and I'm sure Vampyre was too, considering he had held Hellbringer for at least 15 minutes. Despite what you might think, Hellbringer requires a lot of concentration, not leaving room for many curses.
When Vampyre changed back, I sighed as he picked me up, and carried me all the way to my room. I was vaguely aware of the others talking, but wearily. Sleep tugged at the edges of mind until, I was aware that I was in room. As my cape was taken off, and the covers were pulled over me, I let myself slip into sleep.
Raven's room, the next morning, 5:19 A.M.
(A/n: I'm going to try something. I'm going to alternate between P.O.V.s. For this chapter, it'll be Raven's P.O.V.)
I woke up in a cold sweat, my dream still fresh on my mind. I was surprised to find someone sitting on the edge of my bed. Until I saw it was Vampyre, I was about to start yelling at them. He seemed so out of it, after his fight with Nethronus. I decided that I couldn't stand by, while he wouldn't share what he had suffered. I pushed the covers back, and crawled along my bed until I was beside Vampyre. He had a look of preoccupation on his face. It wasn't until I touched his arm, cautiously, that he acknowledged that I was there.
"Vampyre... is something wrong?"
"... Yes..."
"Well...?"
"Just before I hit him with the final blow, he told me that Razenur was just a distraction. He said something bigger was planned for Azrath." My mind whirled with worry. Earth and Razenur were planets, but Azrath was a dimension. It would take more than just an army of demons to take it over. I couldn't stop thinking about Arella, my mother.
"I... can't believe it. It can't be. He was lying." I said, not willing to believe.
"Raven, when he said that, he looked me in the eye. He wasn't lying." Tears formed in my eyes. I was close to breaking down, again. My one and only home, about to be invaded. The prophecy was coming true, but what of the other part...? Could he be the one, foretold in the prophecy? Could I be the love of the One Foretold in Prophecy...? No, it can't be. He's just a half- vampire, who loves me, and I'm just half- Azrathain. It may be a "forbidden" love, but it's just like in the Prophecy. It's too much to hope for; I need to focus on the things at hand. Like the invasion of Azrath, I thought, grimly.
end chapter
Okay, I must have your opinion. I am trying to be calm, BUT IT AIN'T WORKING!!!!!!!! Also, tell me what you thought of the P.O.V. thing
StArRy1233: Yes, Vampyre is original. The only place you might find him is in The Teen Titans Movie, by Sotfballtitan009. Only because I gave her permission though, and even then...
Enter the Abbadon
(A/n: From here, it's from Raven's P.O.V. I will tell you when it's from the "narrator's" P.O.V.)
I felt safe. After all, I was sitting on the shoulder of a Demon. The Demon had a name, Hellbringer, and a "real" name, Vampyre. I tried to concentrate, but it was harder to concentrate with the noise of reality. So, I shut my eyes, and emptied my mind. But, as I soon found out, it may have afforded me better concentration, but I had to hold on for dear life. I opened my eyes, and was greeted by a somewhat satisfying sight.
Vampyre was doing a wonderful job of fighting fire with fire. He was letting Nethronus hit him a few times, to make his father think he was weaker. I could sense the deep-seated hatred in both, and it made me shudder. I was hoping this would end quickly, but that's not what it was meant to be. Vampyre was charging up for his ultimate strike, Black Lightning. It was like judgment, because, depending on how evil you were, is how much it hurt you.
I saw him pull back, and then he unleashed all of the energy in hand. Again, the hatred was flowing, I was shuddering. I looked down to where my friends were, and felt I sudden urge to fly down and help them. But I couldn't, because, if I left Vampyre's shoulder, he could lose concentration, and that would be our deaths.
Vampyre was really relentless, as he continually pounded Nethronus with blows of increasing power and fury. I noted how his eyes were steadily turning (if at all possible) blood red. This may have been the only time I really approved of his Bloodlust.
End this quickly, I thought to Vampyre
I'm doing my best
Then do better. You're giving 100%. Give 110%.
Then give me 10% more.
Cut the sarcasm. I'm going to give you more power. Can you end it quicker if do?
Yes
Here we go then
I concentrated, taking on more of the strain, as Vampyre used what he called "Abbadon's Release". You might call it a finishing move, but whatever you called it, it got the job done. But, when the fires had burned away, Nethronus was still there, albeit the fact that he was in a bloody heap. When Vampyre was going to decapitate Nethronus, his minions rushed over, covered him, and left in a blaze of smoke, spirits, and skulls. With our work finished, I was assuming we could get back to the Tower. I was tired, and I'm sure Vampyre was too, considering he had held Hellbringer for at least 15 minutes. Despite what you might think, Hellbringer requires a lot of concentration, not leaving room for many curses.
When Vampyre changed back, I sighed as he picked me up, and carried me all the way to my room. I was vaguely aware of the others talking, but wearily. Sleep tugged at the edges of mind until, I was aware that I was in room. As my cape was taken off, and the covers were pulled over me, I let myself slip into sleep.
Raven's room, the next morning, 5:19 A.M.
(A/n: I'm going to try something. I'm going to alternate between P.O.V.s. For this chapter, it'll be Raven's P.O.V.)
I woke up in a cold sweat, my dream still fresh on my mind. I was surprised to find someone sitting on the edge of my bed. Until I saw it was Vampyre, I was about to start yelling at them. He seemed so out of it, after his fight with Nethronus. I decided that I couldn't stand by, while he wouldn't share what he had suffered. I pushed the covers back, and crawled along my bed until I was beside Vampyre. He had a look of preoccupation on his face. It wasn't until I touched his arm, cautiously, that he acknowledged that I was there.
"Vampyre... is something wrong?"
"... Yes..."
"Well...?"
"Just before I hit him with the final blow, he told me that Razenur was just a distraction. He said something bigger was planned for Azrath." My mind whirled with worry. Earth and Razenur were planets, but Azrath was a dimension. It would take more than just an army of demons to take it over. I couldn't stop thinking about Arella, my mother.
"I... can't believe it. It can't be. He was lying." I said, not willing to believe.
"Raven, when he said that, he looked me in the eye. He wasn't lying." Tears formed in my eyes. I was close to breaking down, again. My one and only home, about to be invaded. The prophecy was coming true, but what of the other part...? Could he be the one, foretold in the prophecy? Could I be the love of the One Foretold in Prophecy...? No, it can't be. He's just a half- vampire, who loves me, and I'm just half- Azrathain. It may be a "forbidden" love, but it's just like in the Prophecy. It's too much to hope for; I need to focus on the things at hand. Like the invasion of Azrath, I thought, grimly.
end chapter
Okay, I must have your opinion. I am trying to be calm, BUT IT AIN'T WORKING!!!!!!!! Also, tell me what you thought of the P.O.V. thing