Post by Cynistra on Sept 9, 2005 8:22:37 GMT -5
The year is 1708, the times are dark. A place once filled with joy and happiness, now gone to the Devils own creations. They roam only at night, hiding in the darkest of shadows. They attack at the darkest of night, when the moon is out, the stars are shining...the air is cold and crisp. Their kind haunt the dreams of the young and old. Among them, resides their leader, Tuomas. Centuries ago, he was sired, doomed to hunt for the rest of eternity. For centuries, their hunters have tried to kill every last one of these creatures. Vampires: The Devils own creations.
Our story begins on the night of April 3, 1708. Two young lovers, brought together by a few bouts of alcohol. Only hours pass before a scream pierces the silent night. "If you love me as much as you say you do, then you will allow me to explain!" The, once again, awkward silence, broken by the voice of Erik. "You know I love you with all my heart. Please, just allow me to explain."
"Erik, I cannot love you. You're one of...them. My father will never let us be." The young maiden, Arabella, replied, soft tears forming in her ice blue eyes. "You need not explain. I know what you are. You are a filthy, bloodsucking fiend. I was naught but a fool to love you. I bid you farewell." Almost as quickly as she stood up, she fell down again, landing on the soft bed. Tiny droplets of blood drip from her neck.
"I'm sorry my love, Forgive me when I do this." Erik leaned over Arabella, staring at her pale complexion. He brought his wrist to his mouth, sinking his teeth into the blood filled vein. He brought his wrist to her mouth, allowing the smooth, metallic, crimson liquid drop into her mouth.
OK, thats all I got so far. Tell me what you think! Honesty is appreciated.
Our story begins on the night of April 3, 1708. Two young lovers, brought together by a few bouts of alcohol. Only hours pass before a scream pierces the silent night. "If you love me as much as you say you do, then you will allow me to explain!" The, once again, awkward silence, broken by the voice of Erik. "You know I love you with all my heart. Please, just allow me to explain."
"Erik, I cannot love you. You're one of...them. My father will never let us be." The young maiden, Arabella, replied, soft tears forming in her ice blue eyes. "You need not explain. I know what you are. You are a filthy, bloodsucking fiend. I was naught but a fool to love you. I bid you farewell." Almost as quickly as she stood up, she fell down again, landing on the soft bed. Tiny droplets of blood drip from her neck.
"I'm sorry my love, Forgive me when I do this." Erik leaned over Arabella, staring at her pale complexion. He brought his wrist to his mouth, sinking his teeth into the blood filled vein. He brought his wrist to her mouth, allowing the smooth, metallic, crimson liquid drop into her mouth.
OK, thats all I got so far. Tell me what you think! Honesty is appreciated.