Vampires, vendettas and lots of pissed off people

[Akkarin]

((This accounts Akkarin's actions over halloween, back in London. The whole thing will developed in parts simply because that's how I like to do things Also, depending how things go this could develop into something more. Quite possibly a plot.

EDIT: Also, since I'd like to work on writing in general, I'd like to hear what you think. Constructive critisim welcome ))

((And a word of warning, I don't intend to hold back on language or graphic bits, you've been warned))


((Prologue: Though I walk in valley of shadow and death....))

“Oh…. Shit.”

Those are my last words? To hell with that.

“So it ends! I have no reg- argh, ow goddammit!”

Bugger....

Max Richards – deceased 30/10/06 11:04pm


“Man you guys were amazing, seriously you’re my favourite band. I can’t wait till the next gig dudes, later!”

It’s a shame really, they were quite good....

“That guy gets more annoying every week…. Don’t we have people to deal with his sort yet?”

Especially that last song, I liked that one....

“Wait till we’re signed, we’ll have all the people we need. So, who wants to get wasted?”

Hah, wasted is right. Now down to business, I’m hungry.

“Hey did you hear...? What the- Oh God! Argh”

Deathmole – deceased 30/10/06 11:12pm
Deathmole Fan – deceased 30/11/06 11:13 pm

“It’s late, I should really be getting back”

Although he has been really sweet… I wonder if he’ll offer…

“Are you sure? My place is just down the street if you need a place to stay. I’ll even put some coffee on”

C’mon, c’mon, gotta get laid, really gotta get laid

“Look this is sweet and all but I’m on a tight schedule here, it’s the night before Halloween and there’s a whole lot of vampiring to do”

Oh god, it hurts..... I’m... I’m going to die. Mum.... Dad.....
Oh hell, the pain... I’m actually dying..... didn’t even get laid...

Sarah Eltring and Michael Smith – deceased 30/11/06 11:32pm

A man walks down the street, seemingly wandering aimlessly, his expression blank. Thoughts swim through his mind like some confusing mass of piranha, churning the waters. Through it all one seems to stand out

This is not a good night to be psychic

Psychic – deceased 30/11/06 11:49pm Stress, apparently.

[Akkarin]

((Part 1: No red carpet?))

One very small, very dark hotel room, four stories above the bustling streets of London. The blacked out windows leave the room drained of all colour, everything a different shade of black. The thick air lay like blanket over everything and there was the faintest smell of death.

“One hundred and eight last night. One hundred and eight and it’s not even begun.” Whispered one of the shadows. “The authorities are looking for someone to blame, the media is blaming everyone and the public are blaming each other. We are too few to make an impact on the Kings forces, let alone the Highbloods. All in all, I think we’re better off joining them”

This caused the rest of the shadows to stir uncomfortably. One of the larger shapes leaned forward in his chair and waved a hand, restoring the silence.

“Drake, you know we cannot do that.” Said the larger shadow “We all have our reasons for being here, be it revenge, sympathy or something else. None the less we are here and we have a common purpose. We turned from the dark path and the madness of the Highblood in order to protect the humans. If we save even one life tonight, we have done our duty.”

A slight nod passed through the room, but the first speaker remained still.

“That does not change the facts, to stand against this rampage means death for us all. How many of you are willing to die for the humans?” asked Drake.

“I died long ago. If I am to go now, I go fighting for sssomething. What sssay the ressst of you?” Hissed a third voice. The shadows uttered a general murmur of agreement.

“Indeed, and it is not necessarily so bleak” said the large shape “The renegade from America comes to join us, the former prince. It is said that he has already destroyed five Highblood, that he can empty an entire nest alone. Tales speak of his power over life and death, his unmatched skill in combat and shapeshifting powers to rival the king. With him on our side, we may just be able to stop the slaughter.”

Drake laughed bitterly “And you would trust this ‘hero?’ He is and always will be a Highblood, the very embodiment of cruelty and ruthless evil. What makes you think he won’t turn us over to his father? Besides, even if he is with us he is no match for the king and I doubt his ability to deal with the rest of royals. Not only that, but he should have been here ten minutes ago, where is your saviour now Anstyr?”


A heavy silence fell over those gathered, but was abruptly broken by the door bursting open, letting a flood of light in. In an instant all the figures in the room dived behind the nearest cover, hissing and growling violently. They appeared mostly human apart from a few distinct features. Their skin was the pasty white of the recently deceased, each had pointed ears of varying sizes and pointed fang like canines. These were the undead, these were vampires.

“Oh relax, it’s not sunlight.” Chuckled the figure in the doorway. It was obvious that he too was a vampire, but there was something different about his manner. Unlike the others there was no skulking, sneaking nature. This man radiated confidence and strength. He wore his pitch black hair pulled back in a ponytail, dark sunglasses covered his eyes even in this murky light and his expression seemed to be in a permanent smirk. “Oh, and I’m not late, I’ve been at that door ages waiting for one of to you bloody well open it, but I got bored waiting for your slow senses to kick in. If you dull witted louts haven’t guessed, I’m Akkarin. Crown Prince of the Highbloods, heir to throne, general badass.” He laughed at their confused and somewhat sceptical expressions “Oh lighten up. Drake, your honesty is as welcome as ever, although I thought you’d trust me by now. You always have been paranoid though. Anstyr, thank you for your kind words and optimism, but Drake is right, we’re probably gonna get well and truly fucked.” A slight smile came across his face “and the rest of you, sit down, we’ve got tactics to work out.”

[Kat]

((I like it. Only gripe is it's dying and too, not dieing and two. I'm pendantic, I know. But I love the style, bruv. ))

[Akkarin]

((Part 2: Devious gits abound))

Deep under the streets of London, in an area that used to be the outskirts a few hundred years ago, there is a network of caves and tunnels. Some force prevents any light from breaching further than a few feet into the entrances, keeping the myriad of pathways and hidden lairs in a perpetual dark. These are no natural caves. The tunnels form what can only be called streets, spanning in all directions both horizontal and vertical. Rooms are spread throughout the underground maze, little more than hovels mostly, some furnished with delicate and expensive items, strangely out of place down here. There are sounds in the darkness. The occasional scurrying of feet as something hurries past, a quick snatch of whispered conversation and if you really listen, the sound of blood freshly spilled upon the stone floor.

In fact, it's not all the different from above ground, for this place is a city as well. This is the subterranean city Verishigor, home of the Royal Highblood, the seat of vampiric power throughout the world. It's really bloody cold too.

At the centre of the city is a vast cavern, filled with the richest and most elaborate decorations, useless to a human eye that would have trouble seeing anything in this dark. At the far end is a raised dais where two great golden thrones stand proud. Sitting just below and in front of them are three more, smaller thrones. The only other doorway in the room is just behind them, leading to the Royal Chambers.

On a normal day this room would be all but empty, save for the passage of one or two dark shapes, but tonight the whole place crawls with sense of anticipation. The great hall is packed full, the Royal Highblood are about to address their servants.

"Tonight, for the first time in many years, we celebrate All Hallows Eve as it is meant to be." Spoke the man in the largest throne. His very presence speaks of an unrelenting power, a wild force without concern. A giant of a man, his thick black hair flows down his back. He has the look of a beast, his wolf-like expression inspiring a cold fear in his enemies. "Tonight, we show no mercy. We shall hide no more in these caves. On this night, the humans will realize they are at our mercy. Tonight! The streets run red with blood!"

A great cheer followed his words, thundering through the tunnels, even faintly heard above ground. As the cheers died down, a woman’s voice swept over the room, spreading an instant calm. This was the woman who sat next to the first speaker. She is a beauty like no other. Any man unfortunate enough to look upon her visage would undeniably see the perfect woman, a dark mistress who binds all to her will. No man can refuse such perfection, as her honeyed voice whispers dreams of what could be.

"Your King speaks true; you all know that the time has come to stop creeping these halls." She said, with an agreeable nod from most of the crowd. "This is our first step toward a new age, the age of night, of blood and of our glory. Spread the word my children, let the world see what is to come. Go now, this night is our gift to you, a taste of what is to come. Go children, have you're fill."

With that another great cheer echoes through the hall and there is a great rush for the exit. The vampires of Verishigor go to a night of mayhem.

((Edit: I find it reads better if you use the FA skin for the forums. I made that you know ))

[Phoenix]

((Yay more story! Cooooooolness. ^_^))

((High contrast stuff hurts my eyes though, so I think I'll stick with the normal skin. ))

[Akkarin]

"It's really quite a terrible plan"

Midnight on Halloween, in a quite part of the city. Sounds of traffic, nightclubs and a group of drunk teenagers a few blocks away drift on the air. The harsh glow of the streetlights cut through the night, illuminating the roads. A faint mist hung over everything, perfectly normal for the time of year, but somehow, not quite as it should be. Five figures stand at the side of the road, several feet from a local park.

"Really quite terrible" repeated one, hunched back in a doorway.
"You're going to get me killed one of these days Akkarin"

"Quite possibly Drake, but not tonight" Replied the only figure not hiding from the city lights. "My plans have an almost perfect track record, apart from that incident with the devil.... and that time with the robots I guess.... Still, pretty much flawless." Akkarin shuffled his feet as he considered some of his other plans "What uh.... what exactly were you thinking?"

Drake, moving down into a sitting posistion, rolled his eyes "You've blocked off all but six of the exits from Verishigor, fair enough, but there's every possibility we've missed some. What if they clear the blockages? What if they realise what we're doing? What if they get past us here? For christ sakes Akkarin what if your father turns up, what chance have we got then?" Drake burried his head in his hands. One of the other vampires went to sit with him, a comforting presense.

"Drake" sighed Akkarin "I'd like to give you some motivational speech and gaurantee our safety, but I suck at it, so here it is. You're gonna get off your ass, grab a sword and stop these bastards or die trying" A tone of command rose in his voice as he turned to the others "You know the plan, we keep their exits limited and fight them all together. Each remaining tunnel from Verishigor leads out to a building, we have our people posted at each one. You lot are with me at the warehouse over there. Robert, you and Iachu must keep the ways out of the warehouse closed at all costs and block off the tunnel entrance when the sun starts to rise. Drake, Megan, you're with me down the front, we keep them busy and slow them down as much as possible. If you see any Highblood, leave them to me, unless it is the King or Queen, then.... run"

None spoke or moved for several minutes, the streets eerily quiet aside from the candy wrappers drifting on the breeze. In a slow movement Akkarin extend a pillar of some strange dark cloud from his hand, suddenly forming it into a sword with a clench of his fist. "Come on then, let's hunt some vampires..... ironicly"

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"Complete utter bastards"

Midnight on Halloween and the tunnels were filled with an angry roar. A hoard of vampires had charged for half an hour to reach the main exit from their city, only to find it blocked. Many had turned back already, fueled by their unquenchable thirst. Many others pummled hopelessly against the caved in rock, desperate to feel the outside air. In the writhing mass of bodies there was one still figure, watching calmly.
He was Arketh, the twin of Akkarin, younger by a matter of minutes. Identicle in appearance, but completely diffferent in his manner. In the place of confidence was arrogance, rather then strength there was a cold intelligence.

His voiced echoed out through the tunnel, but no in the air. He spoke to the minds of all that had followed him.
It seems we have a problem. Our enemies wish to make it hard for us, yet this is beyond them. There is a familiar scent about this... yes, oh yes it's too perfect! His triumphant cry in thier minds made the vampire pause to watch him.
Haha, a hopeless attempt to concentrate your effort eh Akkarin? There's a reason I made all the plans. Come brothers and sisters, I know exactly where to go!

[Akkarin]

((Part 3: It's an epic fight scene with bullet time and stuff))

"Really bad id-"
"SHUT UP DRAKE!"

Three vampire stood in the middle of the warehouse, staring down the cellar door. Two more waited out of sight by the doors. All the lights were out, but it made no difference to a vampire's eyes. Akkarin stood in the middle, sword in hand, an aura of confidence still around him almost as if he were looking forward to it. On his left waited Drake, holding his longsword straight ahead, calm and focused. To the right was Megan, brushing aside the strand of deep red hair that had fallen across her face and readying her twin blades. For the last minute a dull sound had been building in their ears, the sound of running feet on rock mingled with the vicious growl of hundreds of feral vampires.

All at once the crescendo peaked in an almighty crash as the first vampire burst out through the door, his eyes wild like a caged beast desperate to break free. He spotted the waiting vampires a second too late as Akkarin delivered a swift kick to the ribs and a quick decapitation. Within seconds he was replaced by more, fighting each other through the small space. All were met by bone shattering sword strokes as Akkarin dived into their midst, shortly followed by his companions.

After four hours the battle had spilled back into the open area of the warehouse. The defenders had spread out to cover all the ground but there simply weren't enough of them. Drake swung left and right with his longsword, but he lacked the strength to carve through the masses and was hard pushed to keep himself alive as the enemy washed over him. Robert and Iachu kept the door clear at least, their combined power easily keeping the horde back, for now. In the center Akkarin and Megan stood back to back in a circle of growling, snarling vampires. Megan was leaning over, struggling to heal her wounds, of which there were many. Akkarin stared the nearest creature in the eye and with the slightest twitch of a grin, caused him to wince and falter. Snatching the opportunity he dived into the massed beasts and set about laying them to waste. The air around him became a wash of flying blood and shadows as he sapped the strength from his foes and added it to his own. Claws and blades bit at his flesh but barely had time to bleed before he healed them. Just as he was ready to stop again he heard the clang of steel against steel behind his back.

Akkarin whipped around to see a wicked grin from Megan as she stepped back. Akkarin looked up to see what she'd saved him from and barely contained a gasp.

"Ar... Arketh? I thought I'd killed you, and now you turn up here? I don't know what to.... how did...." After a long sigh he raised his sword again "Fuck"

"Pleased to see you missed me" grinned Arketh, the resemblance uncanny. "I heard you were in town and thought I'd say hello. How are you enjoying the party?"

In the minds of the Verishigor vampires Arketh's voice spoke
Stay back from him, you only give him more strength. I will deal with this, you keep the others busy

"What are you up too Arketh? You're always up to something" replied Akkarin

"We can talk later big brother, I think we can both agree that we have more important things to do" said Arketh, drawing a short Katana in his right hand and an automatic pistol in his left.

They clashed in the middle of the room just as the others resumed their fighting, the battle once again picking up. The High Blood brothers stood in their own private battle ground, swords clashing in a blinding flurry to fast too follow. All the while Arketh fired his gun, each shot hitting it's mark and for the most part ignored by Akkarin. Both made little attempt at defending themselves, content to focus on dealing as much damage as they could. The battle raged on all fronts, the defenders so far proving a match for the enemies numbers, but just barely.

Another hour and the floor was awash with deep red blood. The brothers still fighting with violent fury as though they never intended to stop. Megan had joined Iachu while Robert was nowhere to be seen. Drake had fallen minutes before as his strength finally gave out and he was torn apart, quite literally. No more vampires came from the entrance to Verishigor. Both sides were on their final breath as the sun prepared to rise. In the middle of it all Akkarin and Arketh stood, each with a sword buried in the others shoulder, straring each other down. In a daring move Akkarin surrounded himself with his dark energy threw his brother across the room in a burst of strength. He was about to pounce when he heard an dark laugh from the crumpled pile that was Arketh.

"I've got you beat Arketh" breathed Akkarin "I've become stronger than you ever will be, give it up."

Arketh continued to laugh "You got that right, it was never the point to beat you. Like you said, I'm always up to something." He grinned. "While we've been busy here, Mum, Dad and Sis have been taking care of your other friends. This is only place we haven't broken through, everyone else has been enjoying themselves." Laughing again he waved his hand and disappeared.

Akkarin looked around him at the remaining vampires standing around, still not quite sure which way to go. "Oh god DAMMIT and shit! Robert, block off that entrance and get out, rest of you too!"

With that the doorway crashed in on itself. The vampires looked at each other, completely clueless, then resorted to basic instinct and leaped at Akkarin in a mass of ferocious snarls. Gritting his teeth, Akkarin prepared to finish the job.