FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
He was going to die, he knew it. Every breath he tried to take, hurt more than the last, he could feel blood pooling in places where it didn't belong, his ears where ringing but that didn't stop the sounds of snarls from reaching his ears, his near blindness didn't stop him from feeling the Vampire's fangs on his neck. Yes he was going to die, he could feel his blood, every speck of it being pulled from his body, and if he was turned... god if he was turned he'd simply have to kill himself. He couldn't believe this was the way it was all going to end! He just couldn't believe it, after all that work, after all that effort... he was going to die by the very creature he'd sworn to kill. He cried out as the fangs slid in deeper, it hurt, oh god it hurt, he let the darkness swim in his vision as he remembered how he had gotten to this point in the first place.
He had once been known as Tristan Stillnight, he had been an average boy living in an average town, out on a farm. He had loved the farm, with the hundred head of cattle and the dozens of chickens. He had only been eight when it had happened, the farm had been attacked. He, his mother, his three sisters and his baby brother had been attacked ruthlessly. He could still remember the smell of smoke and blood, he could still hear the screams and the feral snarls in the air as the house collapsed on top of him, pinning him, trapping him. He had seen the monsters, all three of them, soaked in blood and laughing as they set the house aflame. He had managed to crawl to freedom, and swore revenge. And he did have revenge on two of them. He had spent the next twelve years training ruthlessly with anyone who would take him. He traveled the country, learned the ways of life and learned how to kill and defend himself. He took a job as a Hunter and tracker, he hunted the monsters that haunted the dreams of others.
He had killed the first two with relative ease. They had split up, vampires where solitary creatures after all, but they always left a trail to follow. Tristan made a name for himself, all the monsters feared him and his silver blades and his holy water infused bullets. He was twenty five now, it had taken him that long to hunt down all three Vampires. Five years to find the first second and third, and now the third had him. This vampire had been so much better than he had anticipated. Tristan had been helpless against it as it took away his weapons and pinned him to the ground and beat the living shit out of him. He cried out again, jerking as the Vampire yanked it's fangs out, moved to another spot on his neck and sank in again. He was dying and he knew it, he was bleeding out from the massive amounts of injuries, and the Vampire was greedily sucking up any of the blood he still had left in his body. He felt the world go dark and the last thing he heard was the howl of a wolf... or maybe he'd just imagined that.
He had once been known as Tristan Stillnight, he had been an average boy living in an average town, out on a farm. He had loved the farm, with the hundred head of cattle and the dozens of chickens. He had only been eight when it had happened, the farm had been attacked. He, his mother, his three sisters and his baby brother had been attacked ruthlessly. He could still remember the smell of smoke and blood, he could still hear the screams and the feral snarls in the air as the house collapsed on top of him, pinning him, trapping him. He had seen the monsters, all three of them, soaked in blood and laughing as they set the house aflame. He had managed to crawl to freedom, and swore revenge. And he did have revenge on two of them. He had spent the next twelve years training ruthlessly with anyone who would take him. He traveled the country, learned the ways of life and learned how to kill and defend himself. He took a job as a Hunter and tracker, he hunted the monsters that haunted the dreams of others.
He had killed the first two with relative ease. They had split up, vampires where solitary creatures after all, but they always left a trail to follow. Tristan made a name for himself, all the monsters feared him and his silver blades and his holy water infused bullets. He was twenty five now, it had taken him that long to hunt down all three Vampires. Five years to find the first second and third, and now the third had him. This vampire had been so much better than he had anticipated. Tristan had been helpless against it as it took away his weapons and pinned him to the ground and beat the living shit out of him. He cried out again, jerking as the Vampire yanked it's fangs out, moved to another spot on his neck and sank in again. He was dying and he knew it, he was bleeding out from the massive amounts of injuries, and the Vampire was greedily sucking up any of the blood he still had left in his body. He felt the world go dark and the last thing he heard was the howl of a wolf... or maybe he'd just imagined that.