Night Runner

[Angelus]

It was late in the evening and the large park was deserted except for the lone figure. Nothing could be seen of the person and the person moved with an out of wordly grace. A scream then ripped through the air and the person's head turned quickly in that direction. All of sudden the person moved and it was as if the figure in black was never there, there was no trace of him.

Through the trees the figure moved, going towards the scream. As soon as the person hit a clearing he saw what had made the scream and what had made the person scream. Standing over a woman was a Hunter, a large ape like creature that was as ugly as it was evil. The person stopped moving when he saw the hunter and shouted out, "Hey, ugly. If you want someone to pick on then pick on me."

The Hunter turned and looked at the figure then laughed before saying in its guttural language, "So, you have come to stop me have you. I will enjoy spreading your entrails all over this park."

The man said nothing but moved quicker than anyone could ever hope to follow. Before the Hunter had a chance to move it heard and tearing sound and looked down to see a large section of its side missing. It fell to the ground without a sound as the woman moved up to the man.

"Oh thank you, thank you. How can I repay you for saving my life."

"You can get away from me," the man said. "Now."

The woman just stood there until she heard a loud growl and saw the man's face, what she saw there was enough to make her scream and run off as fast as she could. The man's lips curled back to reveal his razor sharp teeth before he turned towards the Hunter and began to feed.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

A shiver raced down her spine. He was in one of those moods again, and probably wouldn't apreciate her finding him, but she needed him. There was big trouble ahead, bigger than anything they had ever faced before. She needed his help, but decided it was probably prudent to wait until he was done.

She perched in a tree nearby and waited, praying he would help. He was the only hope she had.

 

[Angelus]

The man stopped his eating and stood quickly, the hood that was covering his head falling down to expose the features of a creature that was not quite human; it was more the face of an animal. He sniffed the air again and then moved quickly towards where the smell was coming from then leapt straight into the air with a grace that was strange for a person of his size.

He reached the branch where the smell was coming from and when he saw the figure sitting on the branch he said, "Now now, what do we have here?" which startled the person.

 

[Morgoth]

Takatha flew through the air, sniffing for a tasty meal. He smelled the blood down below and landed next to a ripped up piece of meat. He smelled a werewolf, but didn't care. After all, werewolves were once saved by vampires. He picked up the meat and ripped into it with his fangs, draining the blood, leeching it dry.

 

[Angelus]

The man/creature looked at the person on the branch and began to move towards it but then a very familiar smell assailed his nose. It was a vampire, worst still it was the vampire who had done this to him. He was not the werewolf that he had been but because of a spell gone wrong he was now a werewolf and vampire with some powers that he couldn't control and didn't want, the main one being the ability to regenerate and not die, something that he desperately wanted to do.

 

[Morgoth]

Suddenly Takatha looked up. This wasn't a natural or even bitten werewolf. It was spell engineered. "Damn", cursed Takatha and pulled out his War Sword adn Bone Shield. Takatha was already in full battle armor, all he had to do was pull the helmet down over his face.

 

[Angelus]

Damas, the werewolf/vampire jumped down from the tree and onto the ground directly in front of the vampire. He stood slowly, snarling and said, "So Takatha we finally meet after how many years has it been now. Two hundred or is it three, well that doesn't matter; I have never thanked you for what you have given me. All that I have to ask is why, why did you do it?"

 

[Morgoth]

"Mis-spell, Damas, it never was supposed to be you. It was to be the girl. We needed her. But you foolishly decided to step in. We had her in the end, anyway. All you did was place this curse upon yourself", Takatha said, and sent out an ancient howl. He began to change forms as his howl was answered by hundreds in the forests. He became a werewolf himself, standing twice as tall as Damas as his minion wolves bounded into the park. "Do not anger me, Damas. Come with me, and you will not die", he roared, swiping his claws.

 

[Angelus]

Damas stood in front of Takatha, "I have no quarrel with you. If you will let me leave in peace then I will leave you be and I desperately need the peace."

Damas then turned and began to walk away from the vampire lord but before he could he was hit with an invisible force that held him there.

 

[Morgoth]

"We aknowledge our mistake. Therefore we want to take away the curse. Do you want our gift or not", growled the changed Takatha.

 

[Angelus]

"What will I have to do to earn this gift. I have come to learn that a gift from a vampire is never a gift but always has a catch. Now, what do I have to do and if I have to do nothing then why should I say yes."

 

[Morgoth]

"What you have to do... Ah yes, you have grown smart, wolf. What you must do is return to me my lost scepter and cloak of the lich. And if you want, I'll come along", said Takatha, changing back to his normal form.

 

[Angelus]

"Hmmm, tempting offer. I will get you scepter and cloak but I will have to pass on your offer to help. I still do not trust you if you don't mind me saying so but if there is any way that I can contact you then I will take it."

 

[Morgoth]

"Contact me... I live in Castle Dragonon up Mount Drath, visit me soon", he said, dropping the mental hold. He flicked his fingers and the wolves retreated. He flew into his castle and made a seeing sphere and centered it on the werewolf.

 

[Angelus]

When Damas saw that Takatha had gone he said, "I would not hold my breath if I were you."

He then turned and ran off into the park, away from the body of the Hunter.

 

[Morgoth]

"He does not like it, does he?" said Takatha to himself. "Get up here, beast!" he shouted and a black form charged into the room. "Takatha pointed to the werewolf."Make him scream", he ordered. The beast gave him a toothy grin and jumped out of the window.

 

[Angelus]

As he ran away from the body of the Hunter Damas could feel that there was something wrong. Something was watching him, following him. He stopped and sniffed the air, trying to discern where the thing that he could feel was coming from but before he could sniff it out a black shape flew through the air and slammed into him, knocking him to the ground.

 

[Morgoth]

The beast lifted it's numerous arms and sent them flying into the werewolf. It bit into his arm and ripped out a sizeable portion of meat and then picked up Damas. It took his head and smashed it into a tree. It grabbed his head and smashed both legs into the ground, sending out a snap. Damas howled out in pain.

 

[Angelus]

Damas knew that he was in trouble, this thing that was attacking him was not natural but was familiar. He then sank his claws into the creatures side and began to rip into it as he screamed out, "Takatha....call your creature back! I will help you!"

 

[Morgoth]

The creature leapt off, clutching it's head as waves of mental torture smashed into it. A portal opened and the beast growled and steped through, beckoning Damas. Damas stepped through and the portal closed behind him. "Welcome Damas, I suppose you need to be healed?" asked Takatha and healed him. "Well, if it makes you feel any worse, I am coming with you", he said.

 

[Angelus]

Damas said nothing, he put his hand to his side and felt the blood there then said, "I suppose that I don't have a choice in the matter. Do I."

 

[Morgoth]

"No, I don't suppose you do", said Takatha. "Here is a legendary lich who has stolen my scepter and cloak. His name is Ganth of the Black Flame", he continued. Damas's eyes went wide. Ganth was supposed to be story. Something that the fire mages were scared of. Now he had just found out that this terror existed. "We are going to walk as a portal would alert him of our presence almost instantly", said Takatha.

 

[Angelus]

Damas had heard of Ganth but thought that he was a legend, a fairy tale to tell kids of to scare them into being good. But now he found out that he was real and they were going to try and fight him. He wanted the curse that was put upon him to be lifted but not like this, not at the cost of his life.

 

[Morgoth]

Takatha saw Damas's look. "Don't worry, your life is not the price. The bastard is terrified of you and your kin. One of them tore out his throat last time", said Takatha.

 

[Angelus]

"If he has no throat then how does he live still, I thought that was impossible."

He then remembered who it was that he was talking about and realized that nothing was impossible for this ageless fiend. Damas looked at Takatha and said, "When do we leave?"