nightray
The Nighte is my home
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I ride my st9000 series cyber hours threw the baron wastes of what used to be America that’s what it was before the wars that ripped the world about nearly 10,000 years ago. My eyes seem to go distant at the memories of the wars it wasn’t wat most expected it wasn’t the comis or the tearerests. It was the crechors of myth that came bubbling out of the shadows of man ignitions. They had finely groan sick of the humans ruling the weald and not even egnoleging them and when they did they would go on a killing spree and then promptly forget that they egzested.
It was the vampires and there minions that led the shadow crechers back in to the human world and it was war a horrible war of since agenst magic that ripped the land apart leaving large baron land scaips of nothing. The humans where finally throne back and where made in to the minority the pray for the vampires werewolves and demons. The good races staid in the other realms for the most part not wanting any thing to do with what was left of the once fruitful lands.
I frown as I remember my father the king of the entire vampire Count Dracula but my mother was human making me a Vampial. I grow up like a human with my mother until my 16th birthday when my father came for me. He wanted me at his side but my mother didn’t want to give me up so he killed her right there infrunt of me. I ran form hem but he cot me easily bringing me to he’s castile to begin my training as the prince that I was. I staid with hem for 500 years before I could finally run form hem and avoid the daemons that he sent to bring me back. I was able to kill or avoid them though. I had an advantage over the rest of the vampire race. Since I was half human if I avoided drinking blood I could walk in the day light and with stand the power of crosses and garlic a staick threw the hart or my head being cut off.
I traveled the world avoiding my fathers crecher and killing vampires for money and to get back at my father for killing my mother in front of my eyes like that…
I blink slowly as I relies that I have come to a small town of humans they watch me suspicion in there eyes at the site of the new person. I stop my cyber hours in front of a tavern. I slide off of its back landing easily on my feet. I stand at my foal 7 feet looking threw my long black her. I adjust my sword on my back the sword is that of a vampire hunter. All of the hunters hand there own sword still the werewolf hunters and daemon hunters had there own type along with a few other special weapons. I draw my black clock around me hiding every thing but my face.
A few people take one look at my cold eyes and pale face they hery away looking over there shoulders as if I was going to fallow them. My hand comes out of my clock patting the side of my horses neck saying "stay" in a soft voice that people would lean closer to hear with out thinking about it and obeying the command that they hear in it.
I walk in to the tavern slowly looking nether to my left or right but still aware of every thing around me. I hear the whispers of men saying a vampire hunter vampire hunter. I stop at the bar waiting for the bar tender. He looks at me nervously and asks “What will you have.”
I look at him with out an expression “I’ll have a mug of ail.” I say in a low voice. The man flinches as if I was going to strike out at him.
He pores me a mug putting it down in frunt of me his hand trembling with fear. I smile inwardly they are nerves but they don’t know why they are. They can sense that I’m not human but only there subconscious knows. I take a deep drink of the ail trying to slake the thirst that will never be satisfied as long as I refuse to drink human blood. Some times the thirst is all most unbearable and I can feel my fangs distending as I fight the thirst. But for now it is manageable.
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http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?s=&postid=1814160#post1814160
It was the vampires and there minions that led the shadow crechers back in to the human world and it was war a horrible war of since agenst magic that ripped the land apart leaving large baron land scaips of nothing. The humans where finally throne back and where made in to the minority the pray for the vampires werewolves and demons. The good races staid in the other realms for the most part not wanting any thing to do with what was left of the once fruitful lands.
I frown as I remember my father the king of the entire vampire Count Dracula but my mother was human making me a Vampial. I grow up like a human with my mother until my 16th birthday when my father came for me. He wanted me at his side but my mother didn’t want to give me up so he killed her right there infrunt of me. I ran form hem but he cot me easily bringing me to he’s castile to begin my training as the prince that I was. I staid with hem for 500 years before I could finally run form hem and avoid the daemons that he sent to bring me back. I was able to kill or avoid them though. I had an advantage over the rest of the vampire race. Since I was half human if I avoided drinking blood I could walk in the day light and with stand the power of crosses and garlic a staick threw the hart or my head being cut off.
I traveled the world avoiding my fathers crecher and killing vampires for money and to get back at my father for killing my mother in front of my eyes like that…
I blink slowly as I relies that I have come to a small town of humans they watch me suspicion in there eyes at the site of the new person. I stop my cyber hours in front of a tavern. I slide off of its back landing easily on my feet. I stand at my foal 7 feet looking threw my long black her. I adjust my sword on my back the sword is that of a vampire hunter. All of the hunters hand there own sword still the werewolf hunters and daemon hunters had there own type along with a few other special weapons. I draw my black clock around me hiding every thing but my face.
A few people take one look at my cold eyes and pale face they hery away looking over there shoulders as if I was going to fallow them. My hand comes out of my clock patting the side of my horses neck saying "stay" in a soft voice that people would lean closer to hear with out thinking about it and obeying the command that they hear in it.
I walk in to the tavern slowly looking nether to my left or right but still aware of every thing around me. I hear the whispers of men saying a vampire hunter vampire hunter. I stop at the bar waiting for the bar tender. He looks at me nervously and asks “What will you have.”
I look at him with out an expression “I’ll have a mug of ail.” I say in a low voice. The man flinches as if I was going to strike out at him.
He pores me a mug putting it down in frunt of me his hand trembling with fear. I smile inwardly they are nerves but they don’t know why they are. They can sense that I’m not human but only there subconscious knows. I take a deep drink of the ail trying to slake the thirst that will never be satisfied as long as I refuse to drink human blood. Some times the thirst is all most unbearable and I can feel my fangs distending as I fight the thirst. But for now it is manageable.
OOC; Thread
http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?s=&postid=1814160#post1814160
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