Dark consistence
The darkness consumed me; inside my heart froze from the anger that held deep between its crevasses and seeping deep into places that seemed unreachable. I sat my eyes closed an awkward silence dispersed throughout unheard as if not there. But somehow, I knew it was there; it grasped angrily unto me like a baby to its mother. Inside I was struggling for my freedom in which the silence once again captivated my soul, raping metal chains of darkness around my body as I struggled within my own mind to be let free at last. The darkness completely clouded my mind; I was its prisoner and it was my master. It seemed to slowly stick sharp metal daggers, needles, and pins into my muscles as its coldness began puncturing my flesh viscously clawing at me like a wild dog desperately feeding off it's victim. It's sharp teeth tearing angrily at me.
Suddenly I awoke from my sleep; mind lingering in the shadows. The cold feeling of hatred and sadness slowly intertwined, forming perfect crystals of darkness.
That same darkness consumed me for hundreds of years, like a plague that washed throughout my veins, obscuring the vengeful emotion for years flowed filling my heart to perfection; but no more.
Not sense that night of sacrifice for what I was. A selfish immortal, hunting only for the lust of watching the pain and suffering upon others unlike myself. I threw mortal souls mercilessly deep into the depths of the Underworld, and then with no trouble the night-stalkers could have their ways with them. They were pets, slaves, and prisoners to us death-dealer. To what I am now; my only purpose now is to find the lord, and to get there in one piece.
I'll have to face not only my kind but my once true enemy as well. A fierce mouthful of sharp canine teeth, and claws that could cut easily through the bravest of souls.
Yet, even with these low chances of survival my orders remain the same; hunt them down and kill them off one by one.
However, my biggest mission is yet to come. I must find the dark lord, Marcus; turn him against my own clan, those whom had lied about my past, and now wished to turn Marcus against me and my one true love; Michael Corvin.
At least, I believe it is love. Perhaps it is only pity for an innocent man who had been caught in the middle of this century long war less than a week ago. He now stuck between the mortal and immortal bend, a hybrid. Two creatures mixed in one; one side Lycan, the enemy I was taught to hate and destroy, and half vampire, which, of course, made an impact on my protecting him.
The oldest of us is dead, slottered by my own hands during battle, but now it truly begins; a beginning of a new era, where our mission now is to awaken Marcus, being told by prophecy, "The one that will end the war, represents the beginning of the new battle.
Outside the thunder began again, completely reckless. Flashes of uncontrollable lightening stabbed the darkness leaving bloodless wounds.
"There is only one way for us to win, even with your hybrid abilities, it is useless without an army behind you!" I explained patiently; half-expecting Michael to stray off topic, but he only nodded.
I continued, "Our only chance is to awaken Marcus. He can't change the minds of the Lycans, but the vampires will instantly obey him. He is their leader, and we must resurrect him and get him on our side before they turn him against us. Do you follow me?"
Michael gazed around at the narrow stone hallway. The only sound heard was the rhythmic clicking of their shoes as they continued down the hall, it was dark and nothing was quite visible yet. I breathed deeply. It was so peaceful compared to all that had happened over the last week. Michael turned his gaze to me, my eyes now fixed on him, waiting impatiently for a reply, "No," he said finally. "But I trust you."
I nodded, suddenly stopping in front of a large stone; "We're here."
The slightly rushed hinges squeaked genitally under the force of being pushed open. Michael's eyes widened in shock as he looked around at the large stone room. Three V shaped designs lay in the center of the floor crazy designs burned into the metal around each of the separate initial for each of the shapes. Other than that the only thing in the room was a tiny desk with something scraped into the wood which Michael was unable to pick out, and a chair against the back wall which were held by the cement pillars.
"Where the hell are we?" Michael's voice amplified throughout the room.
"We're in tomb of my elders," I replied, walking swiftly over to the V shape to the left, "This is where Marcus rests." Kneeling down I gripped the metal bars the coldness traveled swiftly up my arm we're it was welcomed, then twisted them gently. There was a slight clicking as the mechanical dials fell into their separate places. Then slowly pushing up Marcus' coffin.
Slowly I glanced at the glass covering and gasped as Michael walked over placing a hand on my shoulder. The coffin was empty, deserted, left for the worms crawling without a care in the world on the bottom of the coffin, blood stained were plastered on the sides of the small coffin, the blood trailed down underneath and dripped one by one onto the cold floor. I knelt down and stuck my finger in the bloody puddle. Michael watched in curiosity, as I smelt the blood they lay nestled on my finger.
"What is it?" Michael asked watching me lick the blood off my finger in contentment and standing up.
"Lycan blood," I answered thinking cautiously.
"That means the Lycan's have Marcus and there's nothing we can do now they're to far away we won't catch up," Michael explained showing no hope what so ever.
"Not necessarily," blood footprints led their way out of the room, but unlike any Lycan I've seen and I lived off hunting them and these were no Lycan prints.
"Come on! I yelled running down the hall chasing them prints up the stairs. Michael rushed after me I was a blur in his eyes. I stopped instantly in front of a door but then I realized it was my room.
The darkness consumed me; inside my heart froze from the anger that held deep between its crevasses and seeping deep into places that seemed unreachable. I sat my eyes closed an awkward silence dispersed throughout unheard as if not there. But somehow, I knew it was there; it grasped angrily unto me like a baby to its mother. Inside I was struggling for my freedom in which the silence once again captivated my soul, raping metal chains of darkness around my body as I struggled within my own mind to be let free at last. The darkness completely clouded my mind; I was its prisoner and it was my master. It seemed to slowly stick sharp metal daggers, needles, and pins into my muscles as its coldness began puncturing my flesh viscously clawing at me like a wild dog desperately feeding off it's victim. It's sharp teeth tearing angrily at me.
Suddenly I awoke from my sleep; mind lingering in the shadows. The cold feeling of hatred and sadness slowly intertwined, forming perfect crystals of darkness.
That same darkness consumed me for hundreds of years, like a plague that washed throughout my veins, obscuring the vengeful emotion for years flowed filling my heart to perfection; but no more.
Not sense that night of sacrifice for what I was. A selfish immortal, hunting only for the lust of watching the pain and suffering upon others unlike myself. I threw mortal souls mercilessly deep into the depths of the Underworld, and then with no trouble the night-stalkers could have their ways with them. They were pets, slaves, and prisoners to us death-dealer. To what I am now; my only purpose now is to find the lord, and to get there in one piece.
I'll have to face not only my kind but my once true enemy as well. A fierce mouthful of sharp canine teeth, and claws that could cut easily through the bravest of souls.
Yet, even with these low chances of survival my orders remain the same; hunt them down and kill them off one by one.
However, my biggest mission is yet to come. I must find the dark lord, Marcus; turn him against my own clan, those whom had lied about my past, and now wished to turn Marcus against me and my one true love; Michael Corvin.
At least, I believe it is love. Perhaps it is only pity for an innocent man who had been caught in the middle of this century long war less than a week ago. He now stuck between the mortal and immortal bend, a hybrid. Two creatures mixed in one; one side Lycan, the enemy I was taught to hate and destroy, and half vampire, which, of course, made an impact on my protecting him.
The oldest of us is dead, slottered by my own hands during battle, but now it truly begins; a beginning of a new era, where our mission now is to awaken Marcus, being told by prophecy, "The one that will end the war, represents the beginning of the new battle.
Outside the thunder began again, completely reckless. Flashes of uncontrollable lightening stabbed the darkness leaving bloodless wounds.
"There is only one way for us to win, even with your hybrid abilities, it is useless without an army behind you!" I explained patiently; half-expecting Michael to stray off topic, but he only nodded.
I continued, "Our only chance is to awaken Marcus. He can't change the minds of the Lycans, but the vampires will instantly obey him. He is their leader, and we must resurrect him and get him on our side before they turn him against us. Do you follow me?"
Michael gazed around at the narrow stone hallway. The only sound heard was the rhythmic clicking of their shoes as they continued down the hall, it was dark and nothing was quite visible yet. I breathed deeply. It was so peaceful compared to all that had happened over the last week. Michael turned his gaze to me, my eyes now fixed on him, waiting impatiently for a reply, "No," he said finally. "But I trust you."
I nodded, suddenly stopping in front of a large stone; "We're here."
The slightly rushed hinges squeaked genitally under the force of being pushed open. Michael's eyes widened in shock as he looked around at the large stone room. Three V shaped designs lay in the center of the floor crazy designs burned into the metal around each of the separate initial for each of the shapes. Other than that the only thing in the room was a tiny desk with something scraped into the wood which Michael was unable to pick out, and a chair against the back wall which were held by the cement pillars.
"Where the hell are we?" Michael's voice amplified throughout the room.
"We're in tomb of my elders," I replied, walking swiftly over to the V shape to the left, "This is where Marcus rests." Kneeling down I gripped the metal bars the coldness traveled swiftly up my arm we're it was welcomed, then twisted them gently. There was a slight clicking as the mechanical dials fell into their separate places. Then slowly pushing up Marcus' coffin.
Slowly I glanced at the glass covering and gasped as Michael walked over placing a hand on my shoulder. The coffin was empty, deserted, left for the worms crawling without a care in the world on the bottom of the coffin, blood stained were plastered on the sides of the small coffin, the blood trailed down underneath and dripped one by one onto the cold floor. I knelt down and stuck my finger in the bloody puddle. Michael watched in curiosity, as I smelt the blood they lay nestled on my finger.
"What is it?" Michael asked watching me lick the blood off my finger in contentment and standing up.
"Lycan blood," I answered thinking cautiously.
"That means the Lycan's have Marcus and there's nothing we can do now they're to far away we won't catch up," Michael explained showing no hope what so ever.
"Not necessarily," blood footprints led their way out of the room, but unlike any Lycan I've seen and I lived off hunting them and these were no Lycan prints.
"Come on! I yelled running down the hall chasing them prints up the stairs. Michael rushed after me I was a blur in his eyes. I stopped instantly in front of a door but then I realized it was my room.