Obsession
Disclaimer: these characters, world and more than likely the entire concept is not my idea. I'm not doing this for profit in any way.
Ok, I've basically thrown in every single fictional animal or whatever in this story that I can think of. If you don't like it and want less of it, tough read something else. Lol.
Obsess v.tr. (often in passive) preoccupy. Haunt; fill the mind of (a person) continually. based on Latin obsessus 'besieged, possessed' obsessive adj. & n. obsessively adv. obsessiveness n.
Obsession n. 1 the act of obsessing of the state of being obsessed. 2 a persistent idea or thought dominating a person's mind. 3 a condition which such ideas are present. obsessional adj. obsessionally adv.
My name is Squall Leonhart; I guess I'm fairly average for my species. I live with my people atop a hill with a small village of humans below us. We vally down there once in awhile, when the local animal's blood hasn't quenched out eternal thirst adequately. It is an empty existence, mainly because we are missing one crucial factor, life. I would trade my immortality for a heart that would beat, to not have the dryness in my throat or even a glimpse of the sun. It has been so long I have forgotten what warmth was.
As you may have guessed I am a vampire. Nosferatu is the name of my tribe and we live to the north of a town that humans call Winhill.
Unlike my brothers in other places we have lived in peace with the humans for years, mainly having to keep at bay our hunger, we try while my brothers take joy in the torture and killing of the humans.
Listen to me, talking about them like I was never once one of them. I consider myself fortunate enough to be able to say that I was once a human. A lot of vampires I know have never seen the day or enjoyed the simple things in life. I was once… happy I think.
I lived in the city then, surrounded by family and friends all the time. I think I was about 17 but I can't be sure… it's been about 200 years.
I was in love with a beautiful woman; she was about four years older than me and didn't seem to return my worship. Her family had an agreement with mine though and she was forced to marry me within the next two years.
"Do not be sad my son, for soon you shall be a married man."
Squall looked up at the elderly man, his father. He had white hair and sort of nobleness about him. It was obvious that he was poor but not desperate. His dark brown eyes gleamed, the same eyes that Squall had adopted for his own.
"I know father, it's just that she does not love me." Squall replied.
He put his head down and his brown locks fell over his face, casting it into shadow.
"Marriage is not about love son, it is about decision and I feel you have made the right one."
Squall sighed, tiring of this conversation. He knew that regardless how she felt about it they were going to be wed.
Squall feet scuffed over the shingle as he walked towards town, he led his horse by the reins beside him and he could already hear the hustle and bustle of busy Deling City.
He noticed his fiancé immediately, giggling with some of her friends as they walked carelessly down the street.
"Hello ladies, fine day for a stroll isn't it?" Squall said as warmly as he could manage.
He noticed his fiancés beautiful face drop at the sight of him, he knew that she detested him. She might not hate him but it was obvious that she didn't think much of him.
She had long dark brown hair that she had in ringlets with cat like brown eyes. She wore the fashion of the time, a long dress that went from her collar to her feet. It was blue and clung to her torso and went loose down her legs.
"Yes it is." She replied curtly.
"Well I won't hold your time any longer; I can see my presence is a burden." Squall said apathetically.
He was disappointed but used to it, after all this was nearly a once a week occurrence.
Hours later he was returning for his shopping trip, riding his horse slowly and half paying attention to what he was doing.
It was beginning to get dark but the absence of light didn't bother him, it was just another night to him.
It was then that he saw a strange looking character staring at him intently. Blue yes sparkled out and he had the longest black hair that Squall had ever seen on a man. He dressed regally and emitted an elegance that Squall had only ever seen before on wealthy folk.
Squall knew enough about the mythical to know what it was, it was a vampire and he hastened his horse. When he glanced back the man was gone, apparently vanished into thin air.
"Curious." Squall muttered.
His ride home was a quick one and he felt safe inside his house, yet he still couldn't shake off an uneasy feeling that had burrowed itself into the pit of his stomach.
Late that night he was awoken to the sound of a little girl crying outside. He sat up and stared out his window to see a small blonde headed child run past.
He couldn't just leave her out there, especially not with vampires about.
Deling vampires were well known for being brutal, well particularly brutal. It was said that they would hide in the trees and eat stray children. They were known as Obayifo.
"Girl," Squall called out his window.
He felt a chill in the air and after hearing no reply he grabbed a coat and climbed out the window.
He heard her crying once more and searched through the fog that had appeared for her. When he saw a white dressing gown he ran towards it.
"You should not be out here, the vampires are here tonight." Squall said sternly.
He touched the child on the shoulder to have her vanish into thin air.
It was then he felt something grab his shoulders forcefully and bite into the flesh of his neck. The pain was like nothing he had ever felt before and after only a few seconds he began to feel weak.
When the vampire was done Squall dropped to the ground, he touched his neck faintly and brought it back to see the red blood staining his fingers.
"Still alive are we, hmmm."
Squall heard the words but they echoed in his head as blackness began to engulf him. He opened his mouth, gasping for breath but it was as if there was none to be in inhaled.
Then his body went limp and the world went black.
He awoke again to something dripping on his lip and he licked it. His mouth felt like Velcro and he needed moisture.
"Now, I am your father." the man above him smiled.
Squall looked around; it was as if he was in a completely new world. He could see things that had never been there before.
Behind a bush he could see a beautiful girl, she smiled and her face disappeared into the flora.
Bugs on the ground seemed like armies marching in his ears and there was movement all around him.
"What have you done to me vampire?" Squall spat out.
"Hush, you are one now also. I am your father."
Squall stood, he had a toothache like nothing he had ever felt before and when he felt inside his mouth he felt a brand new set of canines sticking out.
"The pain will subside, for now you must learn."
I'll never forget those words. It turned out that the vampire was called Laguna; he had been cast out of the Winhill tribe because of his disdain for humans. He hated animal blood and refused to bow down before the tribe leader. If I ever meet him I don't think I could stop myself from killing him, if there is a way to.
Back in those days it wasn't uncommon for a group of elves to come into town, tired from travel and looking for some supplies. Or a goblin might come to you in the woods and try to sell you its stolen wares. Only a fool or a truly desperate person would buy items off a goblin.
I'm losing focus on what my tale is actually about, when the vampires of Deling heard of me and Laguna, they weren't impressed. Vampires are very territorial and we were zoning in on there area.
What happened after that is something I don't like to recall, it haunts my worst nightmares and I'm sure Laguna could say the same.
To be short, we got a hiding a rather vicious one at that. It was obvious that I could no longer stay in Deling and I knew enough to know that daylight was a big no no, which made travel hard.
How could I hope to travel without being out in the sun? It was at this time that I was to learn about carriage men. I'd never heard of the concept before but apparently there were people out there who would take you anywhere you needed to go, all you needed to do was sit in the carriage.
"Does your family have one?" Laguna enquired.
I didn't know at the time but by replying no I had saved my father from Laguna's clutches. He'd planned to use my family as carriage men.
"Hmm, well we'll have to go up to the wealthy part of town. Follow me young Squall."
And I did, I had nowhere else to go. I didn't know what to do, I was helpless.
We snuck up to the house and Laguna told me that I was to desperately beg entry to there house. Apparently it was impossible for me to enter without permission.
"Preposterous," Squall mumbled as he approached the house.
He banged on the door and when it opened he tried to push past the servant, but it was as if there was some sort of force-field.
Thinking Squall was crazy the servant screamed and slammed the door.
Squall slowly walked back out the gate and towards Laguna, who slammed him against the fence, anger gleaming through his eyes.
"I told you! Why didn't you listen?"
"Calm down, Laguna! We'll just have to try a different house."
This time I got in without a hitch but I had no idea what I was supposed to do from there. I noticed that it was foggy again but it didn't alert me to the impending chaos that was about to ensue.
"Sit down, would you like some tea?" an elderly woman said soothingly.
She thought that Squall was frantic but Squall was now in a state of awe, he'd never been in such a fancy house before.
There was a knock at the door and Squall jumped at the sound. He glanced out the window and noticed that the mist was gone, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion but before he had time to ponder it he heard Laguna's voice.
"You see, the man you have in your house is my brother. He's mad, harmless of course but insane. Would you let me in so I may take him home again?"
The way Laguna said it… like he'd rehearsed it a million times.
"Of course, he's been no trouble."
Before Laguna came anywhere near eyesight Squall heard the woman scream and the sound of a struggle.
Squall stood and ran out to the front door, he reeled back when he entered, afraid he might have disturbed Laguna. He didn't want to anger him.
Laguna held the woman by the throat against a wall, her face was white with fear and her legs were kicking at his body hard. He didn't even seem to flinch as the blows hit his body; he had an otherworldly strength that Squall found amazing. He wondered if he too had this strength, or what it would take to attain it.
"Whats going on?" Squall asked once he stopped thinking about power.
"Do you have family?" Laguna hissed, his eyes were a red and the black pupil inside them stood out greatly.
The woman nodded, tears had begun to stream down her face. She knew what she had done, what he was and what he was probably going to do to her.
"You will ride us out of Deling or I will drain them all in front of you. Then I will break your legs and leave you in here to bleed to death."
Squall opened his mouth, he wanted to help her, in fact he thought that he had seen her around town but he couldn't. He felt strangely unaffected by the whole thing. It was like, he knew he should help her but he knew that it had to be done.
Of course she agreed, it was her family on the line. I sort of remember what it was like to have family; it was like being a member of a tribe. Love is a bit like obligation.
My family grew old and died while I stayed here. I visited there graves once, they were overgrown and my baby sisters had been kicked over. It was one of the most depressing things I've ever seen.
I've seen wars, when the Centaurs declared war against the harpies and when the humans were at war with each other. When the elves were fighting the giants, the elves nearly drove each and ever giant into extinction, surprisingly.
Giants are mainly a myth now to humans, a story to tell there children when there all tucked up in there cosy beds.
Of course there are certain species that will always hate one another, for instance humans and vampires. Actually to be honest I can think of many races that think much of vampires, or humans for that matter.
Humans throw there noses up at different races, most of them throw there noses up at each other. Humans are arrogant.
But war is not my tale to tell, I am here to tell a story of love. Well I thought it was love, I have been told that she had a spell on me, that it was what her species did. I didn't care though; I knew we were supposed to be together.
Squall walked casually along the spring, the moonlight reflected in the water and he thought he heard the sound of someone coming out of the water.
He narrowed his eyes and with the excellent night vision he had attained with his vampiric power he scanned the spring.
He saw eyes peering out the water at him. A lily pad blocked her face but he was entranced by her eyes.
She began to rise out of the water, showing her face and then her torso. Squall noticed that she was naked except for a lily pad that she held to her chest.
Squall began to walk towards the water, wanting to touch her. He had to feel her skin.
She smiled and bit her bottom lip, then slowly kissed the air and dived underwater.
And just like that, she was gone.
"Girl," Squall whispered, afraid to break the deafening silence that surrounded him.
Pathetic, I know. I saw her for a second and that was it, I had to find her. Little did I know what an adventure that would turn out to be. It might have helped if I'd known her name or even what she was but I had her face and a mission.
First chapter over, I hope I finish this story cause I'm looking forward to writing about all the different characters as different creatures. I've got a few ideas for most of them but if you've got a good creature that you want to be (I dunno) Irvine or Quistis or something, don't hesitate to give me your ideas. I'm an open book.