
May 12th, 2006, 12:19 AM
The start of my vampire saga
DAMIAN: The Memory Remains...
This is a city... maybe even your city... that has a dark secret. An underground supernatural culture is hidden from the judgmental society known as the human race. The citizens of this society are made up of creatures once thought to be the stuff of human fiction and faerie tales: people like Werewolves, Elves, Draconians, and Vampires. They eke out normal existences as they live among you. Theres crime, poverty, and even rivalry in this strange civilization.
You are the first to know of it.
It was about 10:30 at night. A man walks into the video store that is devoid of business and customers. The clerk, whos leaning back in a computer chair, reading a guitar magazine keeps a suspicious look on him, because barely anyone comes here at this time of night. From the looks of the stranger, he looks in his early/mid twenties. Looking at him, it seems like he's an industrial clubber, or a street punk due to his heavy black trenchcoat and blonde hair that is buzzed in the back, and long in the front, obscuring his right eye, which was covered by slim, red tinted sunglasses. A black, wide brim fedora-style hat is riding on his back. This is our saga's Damian Warrington.
"Can I help you?" the clerk says irately, not taking his eyes off his magazine.
He stops. "No, thank you, I'll think I'll manage sir." Damian spoke in his native British Cockney accent. He then heads off to the Horror section of the store.
While browsing through the large library of tapes, he sees a beautiful Asian woman crouched over on the other end of the section, reshelving the "Faces of Death" tapes. Her figure intrigued him. Grabbing the tape he wanted, he walked a little closer to her, and silently watched her shelf for a moment. He was enticed by soft look of her face. He then broke the silence.
"Good Evening, miss" He started. She looked up at him, fully showing her face.
"Saw II is in the new releases". She tiredly uttered, then went back to work.
The full image of her face froze in his mind, and a small pain in his head made him wince. After opening his eyes, the woman appeared in an elegant black dress, and her hair up in a bun. On her side and neck were large bloody gashes. He stared in horror for a moment, as his heart pounded. He shut his eyes and opened them again. She looked normal again, only looking at him a bit irritated. He dropped the tape and quickly walked out of the building. The clerk jumped out of his chair as Damian sped across him. He dropped to his knees in the parking lot beside the store, firmly grasping his chest, and panting loudly. Slowly collecting himself, he weakly rose to his feet and hoofed it to the alley across the street, entering a door with a sign that reads "The Stake".
The Stake is an underground "blood bar", where vampires can feast on willing human "fangirls and boys", as well as get a stiff drink. The air is pungent of blood, and sweat, at least to Damian, who has a keen sense of smell, as is usual for a vampire his age. The vampires in the tables around the bar are talking up a storm with their seemingly adolescent hopefuls.
He slumps into a stool, and orders up a shot of Jagermeister. A great many thoughts are racing through his mind.
1918... After all these years, the memory remains
Damian was 45 years old when she died. Her name was Akiko Kitano, his human companion. She not only was his lover, but assistant in his work as a freelance soldier. Her death was very damaging to him. He can remember every detail.
Damian limped as he carried Akiko to the foyer of his house, lying her down gently. He had a large cut down and across his eye like a cross. A dagger the size and shape of a Bowie knife was sticking out of his back. Blood seeped out Akiko's side and neck, running through the spaces of the tile floor. Quickly grabbing gauze, he began patching up her wound, shakily saying "Youre going to be alright. Stay calm."
Calmly she smiled. The look in her eyes was a sign of euphoria, a symptom of massive blood loss.
Her eyes widened. The smile was quickly wiped from her face. At the same time, a large black rod burst from her chest. Her body rose from the ground as the owner of it emerged from a portal in the floor. It was a male humanoid figure dressed in a dark green two piece suit, and top hat. Akiko was limply impaled on his cane. Throwing her off, he walked over to Damian.
"It hurts you, doesnt it?" The intruder hissed. Looking over at the body, he smirked. "Actually, it probably hurt her more. I told you to stay out of my affairs, Mr. Warrington, you revealed my business, and now Ive reached my wits-end."
"You ruin human lives!" Damian retorted, with eyes ready to tear up. From off a plaque on the wall, He rips a particularly large sword with the word BANESTRYKE etched in the blade. With tears flowing from his eyes, he screamed "GEOFF! SHOW ME WHAT KIND OF A MONSTER YOU REALLY ARE!"
He charged at Geoff with the extremely large sword. Damian slashed it with great force considering his bodily proportions. Geoff stood there, with a large dagger like the one in Damians back, ready to block a potential decapitation. With an abnormal ripping noise, like tearing meat with bare hands, He sliced Geoffs stomach deeply.
Not so much as a squeal came from Geoff, who still is smirking evily. He put his hand on the wound, pushing in a piece of flesh hanging out of his belly. Suddeny, his image flashed and changed. His figure was now a red skinned, large, limbless, bulbous creature. Saliva reflected in his gaping blue mouth. A hypnotizing glare came from its singular green irised eye. A large, wide-open cut is across from where his cheek would be. He is a Cacodemon: an Interdimensional creature capable of traveling on two sides of the world in an instant.
Damian dropped to the ground, terribly exausted. The creature bellowed a low frequency howl of pain, and warped away in retreat.
After desperately crawling toward Akikos lifeless mound, Damian sunk his fangs in her cold neck with tears in his eyes. Feeling her flesh, he'd found that it was too late
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