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Post by LilGoodWolf on Oct 6, 2018 0:56:00 GMT
Rebirth: Part 1
Tim Fox
Revenge. I was always told that it was pointless, that it would only leave you feeling empty in the end and that forgiveness was the only way forward.
Bullshit.
My name is Mortimer “Tim” Fox. You may be wondering why my nickname is “Tim” and not “Morty”, well that’s because I just fucking prefer “Tim” alright? Anyways, I am sixteen years old and I am from the countryside of Nottinghamshire, England. My mother died in a house fire when I was an infant. My father, well, I never knew him, I’m not even sure if he knows of my existence. I was raised by my aunt and uncle, although they cared more about their child prodigy of a daughter than me. I don’t blame them really, as my older cousin got an A in every subject and was skilled in playing musical instruments.
While I got good grades during primary school, after I realized that unless you are born with the magic ticket called “Talent” you’re seen as worthless by society, I stopped caring, and instead focused on my ambition as a writer. I didn’t need all that pointless, irrelevant shit that they taught at school. You might think that due to my goal of becoming a writer, that I would be in the highest English group, but nope, I was somewhere around the middle. This was due to how instead of being able to show off my skills via creative writing, we were forced into analyzing some dreadful poems. I didn’t really have all that many friends at school, the people on a similar intellectual level to me saw me as inferior to them due to my low grades, and those with similar grades to me were far too idiotic for me to even want to be seen around. I was also quite weak when I was mortal, I ran out of stamina quickly, which was said to be from how the smoke from that house fire had messed up my lungs, and I had little to no physical strength, due to my fast metabolism, which made me not gain any fat or muscle, despite my excessive eating. This caused me to be mocked and taunted by both students and teachers as well. My grades were low, and I didn’t have any brute strength to make up for it in Physical Education. Those troglodytes thought they were so clever with their little remarks. They thought they were better than me, superior.
Not anymore.
Some say the smoke damaged my brain too, making me slightly unhinged. I had always had this… urge. An urge to prey upon those who would mock me. An urge to permanently put an end to their pathetic, insignificant, little lives. I wanted… to kill them.
That’s why becoming a being of the night was the best thing that ever happened to me in this hateful world.
It all started on the 13th December 2016. It was a windy, stormy and rainy day. Coincidently, also the day I did not take a jacket with a hood on it. It was the usual dreadful day at school, and I had made my way from the school down to the town centre to wait at the bus stop. However, my bus ticket flew out my hand. My hand had been too stiff from the intense cold to reach out and grasp it, and so the wind carried it over the buildings and out of my view. I wanted to cry, realizing I didn’t have enough money to purchase another bus ticket and that I would have to walk for about an hour and a half to get back to the warmth of my home. It wasn’t just the walking, or that when I got to my neighbourhood I would have to trudge through grassy mud due to there being no pavement to walk on, but the fear of being attacked by a serial killer. In the recent months, teenagers and young adults had been found dangling upside down from trees with their throats cut open all around the county. The school had found out about the knife I had brought in. I had tried to explain it was only for self-defence if this serial killer had attacked me, and that I wasn’t intending to stab anyone at school with it, but they didn’t want to hear it. They thankfully didn’t report it to the police, as they knew I had extreme levels of paranoia and was pretty harmless, but they would have to inform my aunt and uncle.
I decided I was far too cold to walk at that current point in fear that I would get hypothermia, so I decided to walk down to the town and warm up in the local internet café. They had a big TV in there, but they usually played football matches or the news, so I would usually not pay much attention to it. I didn’t have a phone to connect to the Wi-Fi though because I figured all of the people that I was friends with I could talk to on my game consoles. While I was sitting by myself on one of the sofas in that café, my severe anxiety of being brutally murdered by a serial killer was relieved. The local news had revealed that the serial killer had died in a high speed police chase when they had swerved off of a bridge and their car had exploded when they plummeted into the forest below. Their charred corpse was then pulled from the wreckage after the fire brigade had extinguished the flames.
Never before had I been so happy to hear of someone’s demise, so I decided to slowly make my way home now that I had warmed up somewhat. The walk along the pavement before I got to my neighbourhood wasn’t that bad, although there was the exceptional lorry or tractor zooming past and blasting me with both a gush of wind and mucky water on the road. The trudging through the thick mud and nettles on the side of the road when I got to my neighbourhood was when things got difficult. It was bad enough that the mud and grass was slowing me down, but the constant wind almost blowing me off course and making the fringe of my dark brown hair flutter in front of my eyes and obscuring my view was the real challenge.
When I was about halfway there, I saw a hooded figure emerge from the cornfield next to the layer of mud. It was difficult to make out their exact appearance, with the darkness of winter and the relentless wind and rain. They just stood there on the side of the road, not moving whatsoever. It made anxious to go near them, and I wanted to cross the road and walk along the other side, but I could hear large vehicles approached. I was worried that they might be insane, or perhaps even a killer themselves. I grew paranoid that they would pull out a knife and stab me when I entered their vicinity. I longed for my own knife, regretting that I had showed it off to those goth kids at lunchtime in hopes of gaining some street cred from them, and that a teacher had spotted me at the worst time possible.
As I got closer to the hooded stranger, I could see a lorry fast approaching. That’s when they did something crazy. They suddenly walked forwards into the middle of the road, the driver of the speeding lorry would have had no time to see this hooded maniac and avoid them. That’s when I did something crazy. Some kind of sympathy and courage must’ve built up in me. I mustered up all of my limited strength, and I leapt into the middle of the road and pushed them to safety on the other side of the road. I only had about a millisecond to realize that I had just saved someone’s life, before I turned to see the front of the lorry, and a rush of immense pain burnt through my whole body.
For the next few seconds, I was half-conscious, I felt no pain, in fact I didn’t feel anything at all except for intense heat. Everything was a blur, and a loud ringing assaulted my ear drums. My vision and hearing began to fade as my entire life flashed before my eyes. It was quite a boring sight really. I did have one final, depressing, important thought however.
“I’m going to die a virgin!”
Then everything turned to darkness, and I died.
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Post by LilGoodWolf on Oct 6, 2018 0:58:27 GMT
Rebirth: Part 2
Hunter Woods
Rage. I was always told to control it, as no good would come from setting it free. The thing is, due to the power I obtained, the thing I became during the past few months, rage consumed me. Before having this power, I had only unleashed rage once. And it killed someone.
But it was to protect my family from a monster. A monster that had hid his evil since the day I was born. This monster was my hero growing up. He was everything I wanted to be. Seeing what he really was, and how he had masked his true colours all that time, it broke me. I had hated him with every fibre of my being in that one gut-wrenching moment. I had acted impulsively. I had given in to rage. And I killed him. I killed the monster. My father.
That’s right. My name is Hunter Woods, and I killed my father.
It had all happened so fast. One minute I was going up stairs to see what had caused my father to shout so loudly. Then I saw him. I saw my brother. I saw him lying on the floor, beaten to a pulp by the man who was supposed to protect him from the evil of the world. But no, my father was the evil. Everything my brother had told me about our father was true. I refused to believe it at first. I refused to believe that my father was a violent, abusive, controlling monster, who had driven our mother into an early grave. That he had been systematically beating my older brother since we were kids. All because of who my brother was.
To my father, me and my sister were his perfect little prince and princess, who had meant everything to him. But to my father, my brother was nothing but his disgusting little queer, whose very existence was nothing but a constant disgrace to him.
When I stood there in shock, watching my father viciously pummel my brother’s face, I thought he would stop when he saw me, I thought he would come up with some bullshit excuse, I thought he would show some ounce of remorse or humanity. But he just grinned.
“Why?” I had asked, my eyes welling with tears, my stomach churning with disgust.
“This is what he deserves” my father had hissed.
My shock and horror had ceased. It had been replaced with rage. I had wanted him to feel pain and misery. The same pain and misery that he had inflicted onto my brother for years. I wrapped my hands around his throat and I had used all of my strength to throw him against the wall. My fists clenched, I was ready to avenge my brother. But it wasn’t a wall I had thrown him against. It was a window.
One moment the monster I had called father for seventeen years was standing there, the mask of the loving family man gone. Then in a matter of seconds he was splattered on the concrete fifty feet below. I stood there, surrounded by shards of shattered glass and my badly beaten brother lying beside me. I couldn’t breathe. I struggled to comprehend what I had just done. I thought about how my life was ruined. I thought about how I would spend the rest of my days in prison. I thought about how I would be known as the boy who murdered his father.
But I never went to prison; I never paid for what I did, at least not in a normal way. After what felt like an eternity, my brother had suddenly risen from the floor, his face battered beyond recognition. My heart began beating faster than it ever had before once I head the haunting echo of police sirens near closer and closer to our home.
Then I felt my brother pry my clenched hand open and force a wad of paper into it. I looked down to see £100 and a note in my hand. Before I had time to question my brother about what he was doing, he spoke.
“Run” he had spluttered.
So I ran. After thanking my brother and leaving a kiss on my confused sister’s forehead as she made her way upstairs, I ran. I ran as far away from the house as I could before even thinking of reading the crumpled note in my hand. When I felt safe and far away from the police, I frantically opened up the note. It revealed an address that I had never seen before. An address which lead me to becoming what I am today. Although in hindsight, what I am today is not all that different from what I was back then.
One who kills monsters.
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Post by LilGoodWolf on Oct 6, 2018 1:01:50 GMT
Rebirth: Part 3
Tim Fox
I have to admit, I was immensely disappointed when I woke up and discovered that I had indeed survived the events of my last entry. I was actually looking forward to seeing if there was such a thing as God, and if I would be sent to Heaven or Hell. If it turned out that there was no God and what happens after death is the exact same as what happens before birth, then it still would have been a win-win situation for me, as then I would at last have gotten peace, and I would have been freed from the torment of having to continue to live with who I am. I also was keeping my fingers crossed for reincarnation, as then I would at least have a chance to start again, and hopefully be born as someone without more mental disorders than friends, who would be rich and handsome and have a family that actually wants them around.
My bewilderment at how I had managed to survive however was stronger than my disappointment. I mean I had been directly struck by a bloody lorry of all things. At least if it was a car that hit me than it would have been more believable. Perhaps there really is a god after all, and this is their way of tormenting further. I had no doubt that I would be paralysed for life, if not all over my body than at the very least from the waist down, never being able to walk again or even worse, lose my virginity. Actually, perhaps I really am dead and this is my Hell.
It appeared that I was in a hospital room, albeit I was hooked up to a heart monitoring machine, as well as a drip with a bag of blood hanging off of it. It had been quite time since I had ever stayed in a hospital room, the last time I had been in one was when I had an asthma attack when I was five years old. My torso was completely buggered, and I had a strong pain on my abdominal area. I was able to move my legs a little bit, although it was extremely painful.
“There is hope of not dying a virgin after all” I had thought.
My right arm was wrapped in a cast, which saddened me since I had managed to keep a record of never having ever broken a bone for sixteen years. I was able to slowly move my left arm before another surge of pain rushed through it. It was at that point that I had realized everything visually appeared to be a bit… left-sided. I moved the hand on my unbroken arm to my face and searched for my right eye. My heart skipped a beat after I had realized that my right eye was completely blinded, as well as the right side of my face having a large wound almost covering it.
“At least I will get to wear a cool eye patch” I thought.
A stinging sensation suddenly pulsated through an area of my neck. I put my hand to it and felt two small holes near my jugular vein. Now, you probably have an idea of what is going to happen, but you have to remember that this is the real world, where most ordinary people don’t believe in monsters and demons.
At this point, I finally realized how dehydrated and dry my throat was. My attention was drawn not to the glass of water on my bedside table, but to the bag of blood dangling over my head. Then I did something… strange. I reached out to it, putting a lot of strain on my damaged arm and unhooked from the drip. I then mustered all of my remaining strength to pull myself up so that my bruised back and battered head was resting against the headboards. Then the unthinkable happened. I felt a tingling sensation in my gums, and felt something sharp slightly dig into my tongue. After passing my tongue over what was digging into it, I realized that my canine teeth had grown significantly longer, where if I had pushed out my overbite then they would go down to my chin. I then subconsciously moved the bag of blood to my mouth where I bit into it, puncturing the plastic and began sucking out the blood within. I recoiled at the taste, as I had expected the disgusting metallic taste that blood usually has to assault my taste buds, but instead was greeted with the most delicious sensation I had ever experienced. It is difficult to describe what this blood tasted like, as it just tasted… pure. The satisfaction I got from lapping up the blood was similar to drinking some ice cold water from a water fountain after being severely hydrated; it was like a gift from God. I was put into such a state of ecstasy from the drinking someone else’s blood that I had barely noticed the inhuman growling sounds I was making.
After withdrawing the now empty bag from my now blood-covered mouth, I felt a strong vibrating sensation throughout my body. I could feel the mortar shell of pain that my wounds had caused be relieved and the chasms of damaged flesh shrink into thin scars. My broken arm mended itself, and I could fully move my legs. Vision returned to my right eye and the pain on my torso ceased. The fatigue that plagued me was replaced with an urge to run twenty laps around a field. I no longer felt weakened; in fact I had never felt more energized in my life.
I was suddenly pulled out of my trance when an ear-splitting, feminine scream attack my eardrums. I averted my gaze to the doorway and saw a nurse standing there with her hands cupped over her mouth. I came up with the outlandish excuse that I had tried to move out of my bed and had held onto the bag for support, but then it fell and exploded on my face. Like I said before, ordinary people don’t believe that parasitic monsters who live on a diet of human blood actually exist, so she believed my tall tale, although she perhaps may have thought that the lorry that hit me had may have given me brain damage or turned me insane. She offered to clean the blood off of me, but I declined and told her I’d take care of it. After she left, I decided to see the state of my injuries by making my way to the nearby lavatories. I thought at first I may have had to drag myself there or request a wheelchair, but I was actually able to properly walk there normally without a limp or any other physical hindrance obstructing me from reaching my destination. Thankfully there were no other patients in the lavatories to potentially be traumatized by a pale, blood-covered teenager who looked like he had just cannibalized the entire hospital staff.
After essentially rinsing the rest of my dinner off of me I decided to inspect how well the injuries I been inflicted had healed. To my surprise, they had all healed into scars that looked like they could have been there for years. The only truly noticeable one was on the right side on my face, which actually made me look quite badass. What truly startled me was how my originally dark blue eyes were now glowing and golden and my complexion was ghastly pale. I noticed my enlarged canines shrivel back into my gums to the point where they appeared to look like normal teeth again.
This moment marked the first day of my new life as well, I’m sure you’ve already guessed it… a vampire.
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Post by LilGoodWolf on Oct 6, 2018 1:03:18 GMT
Rebirth: Part 4
Hunter Woods
I have no idea how I was able to even fall asleep during that several hour long taxi ride. I suppose it was due to how exhausted the stress had made me. When I awoke, it was early in the morning, and the taxi had parked in some sort of wooded area, with the biggest mansion I had ever seen in my life right in the centre. After paying the driver what I owed, I took a reluctant step out of the car, trying to focus on anything but my father’s death. It didn’t work, as soon as the taxi had driven out of view; I fell to my knees and burst into tears. I had wept so hard that I began to choke on the tears that trailed down my face.
“Dad… I’m sorry” I spluttered.
I hated him for what he did, but he was still the man who had raised me and loved me my entire life. He deserved to be behind bars, not a mangled corpse on the concrete. As I went to take a long look at the hands that I had murdered my father with, I realized there was a pair of boots in front of me. I looked up to see a tall and muscular man with a thick, bushy brown beard, adorned in typical farmer attire standing above me. Despite his imposing size, he smiled at me and seemed somewhat friendly.
“What are you doing down there, lad?” he spoke with a deep, rough Scottish accent.
“I just felt carsick” I gulped, picking myself up off the ground and sweeping the dirt off my trousers.
“You must be Martin Woods” the man said. “You’re younger than I expected.”
Martin was my brother’s name. Just as I was about to correct him, I realized that this was where I would be in hiding until the police would inevitably find me. My brother had sent me here.
“That’s right” I replied.
“My name is Gerald, I’m the groundskeeper of this mansion” he greeted, giving me a handshake.
“I’m Hu-Martin” I awkwardly stuttered.
“Yes, I am aware of that” he chuckled, releasing my hand.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, he turned me towards the mansion, as we began slowly walking towards it.
“I have to say, I’m surprised anyone would want to move here, after what has happened in this town in the past few months, especially in this mansion” Gerald grimaced. I noticed him frown after he mentioned the mansion.
“What happened in the mansion?” I questioned.
“They didn’t tell ye?” Gerald asked, a look of confusion contorting his face.
After I shook my head, Gerald took a deep breath before giving me a worried look, his eyes darting from me to the mansion.
“A few months ago, a man, his wife and his teenage daughter used to live here” he began.
After he had paused for a few seconds, I noticed his eyes began to tear up.
“One night, they came home from a night out, only to find a robber had broken in, most likely looking for their valuables” he took another deep breath. “I’m not entirely sure what happened, whether the robber was startled by the family or he was a genuine cold-blooded killer, he shot all three of them multiple times until they were dead.”
My heart skipped a beat. I began cursing my brother’s name under my breath for sending me to a haunted mansion.
“What happened to the robber?” I asked.
“They never found him or the daughter’s body” Gerald replied.
“So the robber could have kidnapped the girl?” I asked.
“Unlikely, too much of her blood was found at the scene for her to have possibly survived” he sighed. “Although they did find a lot of the robber’s blood at the scene.”
Great, now I had to worry not only about bullet-riddled ghosts, but a murdering home-invader potentially hiding somewhere.
“There was also the local high school being set on fire, apparently incinerating everyone inside” Gerald continued. “The water here has also been tasting somewhat strange recently.”
“Lovely” I sighed. So if the ghosts or burglars don’t kill me, the fire or water will.
After handing me the house key, Gerald left me to explore the mansion at my own accord. But to be honest, after hearing about what happened I was a bit too unnerved to beyond the living room, bathroom and kitchen. It was definitely a nice house, although it had gathered a large mass of dust over the few months of it being vacant.
My thoughts returned to the murder of my father. I thought about how nightmarish it would be to potentially see his ghost. As my heartbeat suddenly quickened, I began to breathe rapidly, to the point where my throat became too dry to be able to breathe properly. I ran to the kitchen and frantically filled the nearest glass with water and gulped it with such urgency I almost waterboarded myself. I had completely forgotten about Gerald’s warning about the water tasting terrible, as I recoiled at the sickening taste that assaulted my taste buds. It is difficult to describe how it tasted. All I can say to give you an idea of what it tasted like was that it just tasted... tainted. I had tried to spit out the water into the sink, but I had already swallowed too much of the water to the point where it felt as if the taste was burned onto my tongue and throat. Just minutes after consuming the tainted water, I began to feel immense agony in my head and abdomen. I made my way to the sofa and crawled into a fetal position, trying to cry the pain away. Sometime afterwards I lost consciousness.
When I awoke, it had become dark outside, which only upped the creep factor of this place. There was however a small light illuminating outside. The pain I had felt now gone, I opened up the curtains to see a shining full moon glaring right at me. For some reason I concentrated on it for a few moments, until I was abruptly interrupted by an itching sensation in my neck. This itching soon began to spread all over my body, to the point where it became unbearable, and I began clawing at my skin with a small glimmer of hope in relieving it. My body temperature soon increased, where I felt like I might have burst into flames. I ferociously began tearing at my clothing, hoping to cool myself down to no avail. Now in nothing but my underwear, that’s when the worst of it started. An agonizing pounding sensation erupted in my head. I clutched at my scalp, as I fell to my knees and began slamming my fists against the floor, letting out screams of despair. That’s when I noticed dark brown hairs beginning to sprout through the pores on my arms. I stared into a nearby mirror, and watched as my dark brown eyes turned golden. I felt my jaw subconsciously jut forwards and expand, as my nose and mouth extended and formed into what appeared to be a canine snout. I felt all of the bones in my body crunch, expand and transform, as my agonized screams turned into wolf-like howls.
Then I lost consciousness, and the beast took over me.
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Post by LilGoodWolf on Nov 13, 2018 23:51:01 GMT
Rebirth: Part 5
Tim Fox
After having cleaned myself up after my invigorating meal, I returned to my hospital bed, making sure to feign a limp on the way back, in case any of my relatives saw me and wondered why someone who got hit by a large, moving vehicle was able to walk perfectly. I also didn’t want my religious zealot of an aunt to call my recovery a “miracle of God”. That would be insulting to the true god that gave me this gift. I suppose vampirism is proof of some kind of higher being, or perhaps multiple ones. If there are gods out there, and an afterlife, especially one designated for sinners, I felt relief that I would be spared from it. If there is some kind of figure similar to the Devil that exists, I automatically pledge my allegiance to it, especially if they are responsible for my vampirism. If there is a god similar to the one that is supposedly responsible for the creation of humanity, they are automatically my sworn enemy. After all, they gave me my weak mortal body and took my mother away from me. Speaking of humanity, I can’t express how much as I am glad to no longer be a part of it. Now that I think of it, humans are so weak and fragile. They pretend to be so strong and powerful, self-proclaiming themselves at the top of the food chain, yet if a true predator crosses their path, they will die like the fragile, weak cowards they are, or hide behind their little guns. Pathetic.
Something strange happened after a few more hours of lying in that hospital bed. I heard footsteps approach, to which I immediately closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. Thankfully it was dark in my room, so I was able to slightly open one of my eyes while still appearing to be fast asleep. I caught a glimpse of my uncle, staring down at me, his hands clenched around a pillow. He then began to slowly descend the pillow down towards my face. Unsure of what would have happened if I were to have stayed put, I pretended to begin to wake up. My uncle suddenly breathed sharply, and put the pillow back on the bed.
“Gabe, what happened?” I grunted, pretending to have just noticed him. We were never particularly close, so I always referred to him by his first name.
“You were in an accident, lad” he replied, not without a hint of anxiety in his voice. “We thought you were a goner.”
He then noticed the freshly healed scars.
“But you seem to have healed up nicely; perhaps it is a miracle from the lord” he said.
Ugh, he and his wife were always obsessing over their little beliefs. In the past, I would have become slightly irritated with their religious rambling, but now I wasn’t sure whether to laugh at the irony of that statement or become infuriated. Usually the recoveries of patients in peril was thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses, not the will of some imaginary being in the sky, but in this case my survival was thanks to the work of the being that created vampires, not some tyrant in the clouds which gave me this pathetic life.
Due to my “miraculous” recovery, I was discharged from the hospital earlier than expected. My uncle, aunt and cousin seemed worried about me at the hospital, but soon went back to pretending I never existed once we arrived at home, in fact the only member of my family who seemed pleased to see me was the family dog, a border collie named Billy. He was always fond of me particularly, unlike any human I’ve ever known. He was quite protective of me, always barking at my uncle and jumping at him when he would have a go at me. In truth, I’ve always been more of a cat person, but I still enjoyed the company of something that actually wanted to be around me. The canine’s presence helped to slightly heal the constant loneliness I have always been plagued by. I miss him.
Whilst I spent the next few days trying to comprehend the fact that vampires were real, and I had actually been transformed into one (I had been granted a few days off school to “recover” some more), I had completely forgotten all about what had actually turned me into a vampire in the first place. I looked back to that fateful day, the day where I had been struck by that vehicle. The day when I saved that hooded figure from suicide. That is when it dawned upon me, that they must have been the one that turned me into a vampire.
Why would they attempt to commit suicide? Who wouldn’t want to never age, live forever, have superpowers and the ability to tear apart anyone who dared get in your way and feast upon their blood? I then remembered that my outlook on life is drastically different to those around me. I never intended to actually find them; I couldn’t be bothered to search for someone who wanted to throw their gift and new life away like that. It was by pure chance that I stumbled upon them about to yet again attempt to take their own life during a shopping trip. This time it was at the top of the bell tower in the town centre. This was the first time I used my new powers. I had to feign a limp during my time at home “recovering”, so I didn’t have the luxury of going out and testing them.
In all honesty, I was going to let them get on with it this time, I had already almost died for them before and I wasn’t about to do it again. Then I realized that my points for possibly getting in Heaven if some twat ever puts a stake through my heart would likely be erased if I didn’t save them again. So I checked for any bystanders and tore off my bandages and ran, far faster than I was ever capable of doing so before the accident. I knew that I would run out of time if I attempted to run up the several flights of stairs or scale the walls, so I subconsciously jumped instead. All of a sudden I felt a strange sensation in my back and I was lifted hundreds of feet into the air, before twisting myself into a somersault and expertly landing onto the roof. They actually noticed my presence this time, as I heard a feminine gasp and at last I saw the face of the person I had almost died for.
I had expected some mentally unstable crackhead but instead was pleasantly surprised to see a young woman around my age anxiously staring back. She was fairly attractive, with piercing blue eyes and pitch black hair that was barely contained by the hood that covered it and pale skin that rivalled even my own. Although hers only furthered her beauty, while mine made me appear pasty and ghoulish. Despite being exceptionally beautiful, she wasn’t really my type, I preferred the tanned brunettes from America, although I could see some of the goth blokes from school falling head over heels for her. As I thought about school for that brief moment I realized that I actually recognized her. I had encountered her a few times at school before but had never spoken a word to her before. She might have smiled at me before but I likely got shy and speed walked away. I tried to recall her name. What was it? Annabelle? Amanda? Then I remembered.
“Amalia?” I spoke to her.
“Tom?” she responded.
“It’s Tim” I corrected her, a little bit irked that yet another attractive girl couldn’t recall my name yet I could remember theirs.
There was an awkward silence before I decided to speak up again and try and figure out what was actually happening.
“Um… whatcha doing?” I asked, as gentle as I could.
She turned away from me, looking at busy streets below. She began to cry.
“Trying to get out of this nightmare” she sobbed.
Then I remembered about the assembly we had at school a few weeks back. We had been informed that Amalia’s parents had been murdered in their own home by some kind of burglar, and she had gone missing. But how did she end up as a vampire?
“I know what happened to your parents, Amalia, and I’m sorry what you had to go through, if it’s any consolation my mother died when I was a baby, but how did you end up as a vampire?” I questioned, keeping an eye on her movements in case she tried to leap to her death.
She turned back to face and she opened her mouth to speak, but she struggled to find words. I noticed her fangs were retracted.
“My uncle, well not really my uncle, he was the one who turned me into this” she said, wiping the tears from her face. She seemed to be staring at the two small, round scars on my neck, where she had presumably bit me. “And thanks to me you’re also one of us now.”
“What was that about an uncle?” I asked.
She took a deep breath.
“The burglar, he got startled I guess, we had just gotten back from a dinner, he shot at me and my parents. My mum died instantly, but me and my dad were fatally wounded. This man who my dad has told me was my uncle had been paying one of his annual visits to us during that time, and he found us. I thought the robber was going to shoot him too, but my uncle charged at him faster than I had ever believed to be humanly possible. He tore the burglar’s throat out with his… teeth. My dad begged my uncle to save me before he finally died, and then my uncle bit me, and everything turned to darkness. I awoke feeling different, my wounds had healed and my uncle told me he was a vampire and now I was one too. I ran away. I didn’t want to kill and drink blood to survive, and I still don’t. So I hid for weeks until the hunger just became too much and I decided to just end it all” Amalia blurted out.
“But then I saved you from that lorry and you turned me to save me?” I asked, hoping my prediction was correct. The look of embarrassment on her face told me otherwise however.
“Actually I sort of lost it when I saw lying on the road covered in blood, and I fed on you. I was going to snap your neck afterwards so you wouldn’t have to be like me but then the driver got out of the lorry and I ran, afraid of being seen” she explained, a hint of guilt in her words.
So it seems in an ironic turn of events, that lorry driver is the reason I’m alive even though he was the one who technically killed me.
“I’m glad you didn’t finish me off I guess” I replied, trying to sound cool and competent.
“But why would you want to have kill and drink human blood to survive?” she questioned.
I was about to respond with “Why wouldn’t I?” before realizing that she might be afraid of me if I said that.
“Because death is so final, while life is full of possibilities” I rebuked, hoping she wouldn’t get the reference and would be impressed.
“I would rather die than have to kill!” she exclaimed.
“Maybe you don’t have to…” I said, as an idea suddenly popped up in my head.
“What do you mean?” she asked, with a look of curiosity upon her face.
I looked at her dead in the eyes, and said as confidently as I could…
“I can kill for you.”
“No! I won’t allow any innocent people to die, by my hand or yours!” she cried out.
I walked towards her and rested my hand on her shoulder and grinned.
“I never said I would kill “innocent” people” I whispered.
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It was late at night, yet Charles Thompson was out and about. He had a date to go to. There was a considerable age gap between him and his date, but that didn’t deter him from pursuing the girl. In fact, that was just how he liked them, much younger and vulnerable. The girl in question also seemed eager to meet him, despite him being in his early fifties and having an almost non-existent hairline.
Thompson recalled the most recent of the numerous texts they had exchanged with each other in the few days since they had met. He was to meet her behind the petrol station, and she had described herself as being tall for her age and wearing a black hoodie. Thompson would have preferred her to be shorter and to be wearing her school uniform, for the more authentic schoolgirl look, but he decided that it would have to suffice.
When he finally reached the petrol station, he checked his surroundings to make sure it would be just him and her, alone. He then crept around to the back of the petrol station, and saw the girl he had come to meet facing the other way from where he was looking.
“Excellent” he thought.
He also thought about what a foolish girl she was. Hadn’t her mummy and daddy taught her to not to meet up with strangers you met on the internet? As he withdrew the rag from his pocket with one hand, and the bottle of chloroform with the other, he thought about how she would learn the hard way of what the consequences are for her stupidity.
“Hello Casey” Thompson chuckled as he struck, bringing the now chloroform soaked rag to her face.
The girl’s arm suddenly outstretched, her hand firmly gripping around his wrist, stopping him dead in his tracks. She turned to reveal her face, and he realized that “Casey” was instead a young man, looking to be in his mid to late teens. A look of disgust stretched across the teenager’s face.
“Hello nonce” he hissed. “And the name’s Tim by the way.”
The last thing Thompson saw was the young man’s clenched fist flying towards his face, instantly knocking the child predator unconscious upon impact.
Tim Fox
Pretending to be a young girl online in order to attract the attentions of a pedophile made me feel sick to my stomach, but if I can get a large amount of blood for both me and Amalia out of it, then I suppose it was all worth it. Finding a child predator to lure into this trap was fairly easy, I used pictures of my cousin when she was younger as profile pictures on various social media sites, and like a moth to a flame this creep messaged me. After knocking the creep out, I dragged him deep into the forest, which wasn’t too difficult with my supernatural strength. I tied him upside down on the branch of a tree, with an empty jug of milk with the cap off positioned beneath him. The plan was to slit his throat, and allow the blood to leak into the jug until it is full. If neither of us got greedy, it would last both me and Amalia (or Amy as she had asked me to call her by) for quite a while. It was more effort to convince Amy to allow me to go through with this then it was actually capturing the nonce. Once I ensured her that I would only kill detestable people that the world was better off without, I finally managed to make her see sense. After harvesting the blood, I would need to dispose of the body and make sure it would never be found, as she feared if her uncle found out he would track her down and force her to kill innocents too. God knows what he would have done with me as well.
Despite my utter hatred for the unconscious, dangling man I had captured, I had struggled to actually bring myself to do the deed of ending his life. It wasn’t really mercy of guilt I felt, it was more so that I couldn’t truly comprehend that in a matter of weeks I had gone from weak and depressed schoolboy to pedophile-hunting vampire and that I was actually about to take a life. I had been wanting to kill bad people for so long. Why couldn’t I do it now?
I guess I took too long to kill Thompson while he was unconscious as he started to wake up and upon realizing what had just happened to him wasn’t a bad dream, he began frantically flailing around, whimpering and begging for mercy.
“Please don’t kill me! Please! I’ll do anything!” he cried.
I kicked him in the face, breaking his nose. I kneeled and looked at him through his gold-rimmed glasses and into his eyes.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t” I sneered.
“I have a family!” he wailed.
“You? A family?” I snorted before realizing he might be a father himself, which only enraged me even further. “Please don’t tell me you actually have children of your own!” I snarled.
He withdrew a wallet from within his jacket pocket and handed it to me. I opened it and saw a picture of Thompson, a woman around his age, which I presumed was his wife, and two little girls. It disgusted me that even a father could be willing to do such revolting, depraved things to the children of others. I thought that he perhaps might be doing it to his own children as well, and my blood boiled.
“Do you hurt them as well?!” I hissed; ready to beat him to a pulp.
“God… no I would never! Please believe me!” he cried.
“What would you do if some disgusting old creep was abusing your daughters, huh?” I questioned.
“I would… kill him” Thompson spat.
“THEN WHY DO IT TO OTHER INNOCENT CHILDREN YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!” I roared.
“Because… I’m a disgusting excuse of man” he whimpered, closing his eyes shut and shaking his head.
“How many other kids have you hurt?” I asked.
“I swear… on the lives of my daughters… this was the first time” Thompson begged. “I will never do this again, I promise!”
I had no clue what to do at this point. If I let him go, I would rough him up first and threaten him to ensure he doesn’t blab about me. If I turned him in to the police I feared that he might tell them about me and arouse suspicion of me and Amy’s uncle might find us, so handing him in wasn’t an option. This man deserved to die, but who am I to take a father away from his children? But I knew I had to make a choice. A choice that I knew would define who I am, and what I would become.
[Kill him for his blood]
[Let him go]
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Post by AgentZ46 on Nov 15, 2018 12:05:07 GMT
Ooh this is a tricky choice. I might've considered turning him in but it makes sense as to why he can't do that. I'm not sure how much I believe letting him go would positively affect Tim. He's already shown to have a disgust towards humanity. And if he'd let him go he would still need blood for himself and Amy (who I really like btw) the next guy is bound to have a sob story and then the next guy and so forth. Everyone no matter how despicable have people close to them, a child, a spouse a sibling, parents, etc... Eventually Tim will just do it to someone else anyway.
[Kill him for his blood] So it's a toughie, I'd like for Tim to retain some form of humanity but it seems unlikely. And in a sense, judging people for being wicked may have to do as it at least shows he cares that people hurt others. This was a really good part btw! I think Tim is really interesting and I'm excited to see where his character goes from here. Amy is bound to be a good character to beside him and provide a good dynamic.
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Post by LiquidChicagoTed on Nov 16, 2018 1:05:05 GMT
Ah, Amalia, at last! I have been looking forward for this and safe to say, the part did not disappoint. In fact, it is my favourite part so far, for obvious reason  But honestly, she's been great, understandably moody, but you can see how she's usually like when not, you know, trying to cope with being turned into a bloodsucking monster. I definitely enjoy the way you are writing her here and I cannot wait to see more of her. I also like that even though she is clearly a darker character than in the first story, she's definitely trying to keep her morals up, in a way that I hope is going to rub off on Tim somewhat. Him not just letting his murderous vampire tendencies out but actually targeting people who really deserve it is a good step. Their dynamic is a sweet one so far, really makes me appreciate him a lot more as a character, I think that whole part was great for him in terms of development. In general though, the story seems to be highly different from the way things were in the original, so I am super excited what sort of direction it'll take, what might be similar, what not. One thing I am definitely excited for is Tim meeting Amy's great-great something relative  Got the feeling they won't get along though, especially as he essentially is about to become a serial killer (though likely of the more sympathetic kills-only-criminals kind) to keep himself and Amalia alive. [Kill him for his blood]So, there's no question about it, that guy is scum. If Tim kills anyone for his blood, it might as well be him. Certainly the best option he could possibly take. And it is clear, he needs to feed. Amy tried to downright starve herself and she's about to lose control. She tried to off herself twice now and I bet the hunger played a part in it. She even outright lost control and turned Tim into a vampire, even if it turned out alright for him. So, starvation is not an option, it clearly brings out the worst in vampires. Maybe stuff like animal blood is an option, but we don't know that for sure. And Tim definitely needs to keep his mind together. He definitely had some worrying tendencies back when he was just human, so if he loses control, I bet he really loses it, so we should prevent that. And I don't want him to become a threat to people around him (which includes Amalia). They also cannot starve to death, so yeah, feeding is necessary. And targeting a child predator, well, what better way could there be? Feeding without actually harming anyone who is not a completely reprehensible scumbag, sounds perfect to me. |
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Post by Tales93 on Nov 17, 2018 17:39:21 GMT
[Kill him for his blood]
It seems this choice will most likely win. By the way, I'm glad this story finally got a new part. Hasn't it been over a year since you posted the part before this? I'm really looking forward to when they all go to the main supernatural haven for the story.
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Post by LilGoodWolf on Nov 17, 2018 20:49:22 GMT
[Kill him for his blood]It seems this choice will most likely win. By the way, I'm glad this story finally got a new part. Hasn't it been over a year since you posted the part before this? I'm really looking forward to when they all go to the main supernatural haven for the story. The last part before this was released in February. I took a break because I wasn't 100% sure what I wanted to do with the story and didn't want to end up making it up as I go like I did with the original. |
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Post by Tales93 on Nov 18, 2018 19:37:10 GMT
O ok, does this mean you know where you want to go with the story?
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Post by LilGoodWolf on Nov 18, 2018 21:24:51 GMT
O ok, does this mean you know where you want to go with the story? Yes |
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Post by LilGoodWolf on Nov 22, 2018 0:46:56 GMT
Rebirth: Part 6
Hunter Woods
I was running through the forest. I was hunting for something. Well, I think I was myself; I couldn’t see a single part of my body. I couldn’t even tell if I was even running, I was more like gliding, and I felt no fatigue. It was more like I was someone else… or something else. If anything, I was more of a spectator. It seemed to be the middle of the night, but I could see everything crystal clear. I could see the bare, leafless trees, the moss-coated soil beneath me, the starry night sky, it was beautiful. The visage of beauty was broken when I came across the gory remains of what appeared to be a wolf. They were one of my competitors; they were hunting the same thing I was. This meant other wolves were nearby. I needed to avoid them at all costs, or I might end up like the unfortunate soul here.
I could hear something in the wind. I followed the direction it was coming from. The sound became clearer. I could hear beastly growling. I could hear flesh being torn and bones being broken. I proceeded with caution. After some careful movements and using the towering trees as cover, I had found the source of the commotion. There were three wolves, all beaten and bloody, surrounding something. It was a large, white stag; it too covered in wounds and blood, which was more noticeable in its snow white fur. It was my target. The wolves and I had prowled throughout the wilderness all night for this stag. We had battled and slain each other in our pursuit for the stag, for only one could kill it.
One of the wolves went in for the kill and pounced at the would be prey, but this stag wasn’t going to go down easily. It evaded the wolf’s strike, and charged forward, impaling the wolf with its antlers, ending its life in a matter of seconds. The other two wolves lunged, prioritising killing the stag and dealing with each other later. They piled onto the stag, sinking their teeth deep into its flesh. It collapsed onto the ground, but the fight was far from over. The stag struck one of the wolves with its leg with such force that it tore right through the wolf’s body, killing its attacker instantly. Only one wolf remained, and it soon proved to be no match to the stag on its own. The stag’s strength was unrivalled by the intrepid wolf’s, and the stag threw the wolf off of it with its front legs. Predator and prey were now face to face now, both bleeding profusely. The wolf made one final attempt to lunge at the stag, and it was soon made clear that the wolf was the true prey.
A sudden flash interrupted my vision, and I was no longer able to make everything out perfectly, as darkness soon swallowed the surroundings. The stag, which I could now barely make out, had turned into something else. Something bigger. Something with claws and razor sharp teeth. It struck at the wolf, which also looked different now, as it had a more humanoid shape. The predator’s claws tore through the prey’s throat, sending it falling to the ground and drowning in a pool its own blood. My previous vision returned, and predator and prey had reverted to their appearances of stag and wolf. The stag was weak now. It was exhausted, critically injured, and had far exceeded its limits.
I saw an opening, and I took it.
I pounced at the stag and latched onto its neck with my teeth and bit down hard, immobilizing it. It collapsed to the ground, paralyzed. The wolves were all dead, only I had remained and now was time to claim my prize. I was now the predator and the stag was now my prey. I tore my prey open and ripped out its still beating, pulsating heart. It was abnormally large, about the size of a bowling ball. I became ravenous, and I devoured the entire organ.
I looked down, and saw that I was now human; my hands were covered in the blood of my kill. I realized that I wasn’t alone, and looked up to see two wolves up on a tall hill looking down on me. There mannerisms did not seem aggressive; if anything they seemed more observant. One was slightly larger than the other, and they both had similar slate grey coloured fur coats.
My vision changed again. I soon realized that the stag, the wolves, the clear views weren’t what I was really seeing, it was only what my bestial brain saw. I suddenly felt a pain in my head. I heard gunfire, screams and I saw something. I saw a man dressed in all black clothing and a balaclava, holding a gun. I then saw another man. I could not make him out clearly. This other man charged at the first man who I assumed was an armed burglar and tore his throat out with his teeth. No, not teeth… fangs. My vision went hazy, and when it cleared up, the next thing I saw was the burglar dead, a large, gaping, bloody wound where his throat used to be. He was submerged in water, blooding leaking out of the wound and tainting the water.
My vision blurred once more, and when it came to I was somewhere else. I could hear roaring flames, screams of fear and agony. Then I saw people, engulfed in flames, screeching and bellowing for help and they burnt to death. I then heard something which struck fear into my heart. I heard laughter, demonic laughter. I looked where that horrifying cackle had come from. Through the flames I saw something which later gave me nightmares for the nights to follow. There was some kind of monster, around eight feet tall. It had large horns, massive, feathery, pitch black wings, like the opposite of an angel. But this… thing was no angel. Its skin was as black as its wings, and its heart, if it had one. I screamed upon seeing it, and its head swivelled in my direction. Its face… was like a human’s, but also looked… beastlike. Its eyes were glowing and blood red, with no visible pupils, and its ears were pointed. An evil, sadistic grin stretched across its face, revealing a row of teeth that looked more like blades designed to kill. Its expression then changed into a look of utter hatred and rage. It let out a monstrous, inhuman roar and leapt at me. I closed my eyes and screamed.
My eyes suddenly cracked open and my body jolted forward. It was morning… and freezing. My entire body ached, my throat was incredibly dry, and my breath tasted metallic. I then realized I was not resting on a comfortable mattress, but the cold, hard, muddy ground, and my surroundings were trees, there leaves having wilted from the cold chills of winter. I was in the middle of a forest, and I was also completely naked. But that wasn’t even the worst of it, as I was covered in dry blood. I then heaved myself up from the ground and thought about how exactly I was supposed to return to the mansion.
I washed the blood off in a nearby river, so if I did end up getting caught at least it would only be for public indecency and not on suspicion of murder. I stalked around the village outskirts until I came across some houses, and as quick as possible leapt over the fence and into the garden of the nearest one and took the closest thing hung up on a clothesline. Darting back into the trees I hurriedly put on the article of clothing I had stolen. To my horror it was a woman’s dress.
“Whatever” I thought. “Men wearing dresses is accepted in today’s society.”
I tried to keep my face covered as I ran like a maniac through the streets back to the mansion, not wanting to be recognised later when I went back out. I decided to have a cold shower when I returned, hoping to at least wash off the filth of the forest if I couldn’t wash away the horrible trauma I had just gone through. As I stood under the cold jets of water, I contemplated what I had seen after I ate that stag heart.
I thought about the burglar being savagely killed by that other man. I recalled what Gerald had said prior to my transformation, about the family who lived in the mansion and the robber: “One night, they came home from a night out, only to find a robber had broken in, most likely looking for their valuables. I’m not entirely sure what happened, whether the robber was startled by the family or he was a genuine cold-blooded killer, he shot all three of them multiple times until they were dead.”
If what I saw wasn’t some ridiculous dream, then that means the robber is truly dead. Who was the other man though, the one that tore his throat out? More importantly, what was he?
I also thought about what else Gerald had said, about the burning high school: “There was also the local high school being set on fire, apparently incinerating everyone inside.”
My mind returned to the horrifying sight I had saw, the fire and the burning people… and the monster. Good lord… if that thing exists too, I sure hope I never encounter it. My fear soon turned to outrage. That thing killed all those teenagers!
Then I remembered what Gerald had said about the water: “The water here has also been tasting somewhat strange recently.”
The burglar’s corpse had been submerged in water.
The more I thought about it, how the actual fuck did I become a werewolf? I think I would remember some half-man, half-wolf abomination biting or scratching me. Then it hit me, I had transformed after drinking that disgusting, tainted water. The burglar, maybe he had been dumped in some water supply place, polluting the town’s water. I wondered, could lycanthropy be contracted via fluids? I should have listened to Gerald’s warning.
After getting out of the shower, I discarded the dress and threw on my old clothes. I needed to take my mind off everything, so I went downstairs and switched on the radio downstairs, hoping music might calm me down. I instead heard a local news report.
“Five people were discovered dead this morning in the forests of Nottinghamshire, appearing to have been torn apart by some kind of animal” said the news reporter.
I fell to my knees vomited, and burst into tears. Why me? What did I do to deserve all of this? It was my eighteenth birthday soon, I should have been getting drunk with my mates, not stuck in some random town where all this supernatural shit happens. I needed some air.
I took a long walk around town, attempting to familiarise myself with the place if I was to remain here a while. I soon came across a small graveyard. I saw two women, one looking to be in her late thirties, the other looked to be around my age. I assumed they were mother and daughter. They had laid a bouquet of flowers at one of the graves. I was reminded of the times I had visited my mother’s grave with my father and had laid flowers for her. When the two women left, I decided to take a peek at the gravestone, to see who they had lost. When I arrived at the gravestone, I looked at the flowers, cards and teddy bears left at the foot of the grave. I felt a hand grip my shoulder.
“What are you doing here lad?” questioned the familiar voice of Gerald.
“I was just wondering who this grave belonged to” I replied.
“Ah, that would be one of the graves of the victims of that high school fire” he explained.
I kneeled down and peered at the name on the grave.
It read: Mortimer “Tim” Fox.
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Post by AgentZ46 on Nov 22, 2018 12:02:56 GMT
Woah, what? I'm so confused! Nice part though, really feel bad for Hunter here. He kind of feels like Tim's opposite in a few ways.
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Post by LiquidChicagoTed on Dec 2, 2018 20:06:47 GMT
Oh, now that is quite something! I was not aware the storylines are set in different times. Of course I saw the scene with the burglar and know what it is about, but I have no idea why Hunter saw this right here. Was it just a weird vision, or were it glimpses of something he was actually present for? If so, that really puts a lot of things in a different light. And as a reader of the original story, I recognized the demon, of course. It seems that is all something that will be further explored in Tim's storyline. However, the ending caught me off guard. It seems Tim is either actually dead during Hunter's storyline, or he has faked his death somehow. I also am curious who these two women are. My first thought was that the one in Tim's age might be Amalia, but we know she's kinda lacking when it comes to a mother. Either it is not her, or Hunter came to the wrong conclusion about them being mother and daughter. Regardless, an exciting part and I look forward for more!
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Post by Kal on Dec 4, 2018 16:15:50 GMT
Finally getting my vote in for Tim's part and no surprise here, I'm sticking with the majority and saying [Kill him for his blood] and I personally don't feel bad about it since this guy is a pedophile first and foremost, then a cheater, then a loving father and husband once he gets in a sticky situation for attempting to sneak off. I don't buy it, even if there's nothing to buy.
Hunter's part was pretty interesting and I'm excited to see where both storylines go from here. I'm hoping Tim isn't actually dead, as Liquid pointed out could be a possibility, because Tim is still my favorite.
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Post by LilGoodWolf on Dec 4, 2018 23:01:33 GMT
Voting closed.
Tim will kill Thompson for his blood.
6 more parts until Chapter 1 is finished.
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Post by LilGoodWolf on Dec 4, 2018 23:02:03 GMT
Rebirth: Part 7
Tim Fox
They say killing changes you. I suppose they were right. It did change me, but for better or worse I am not truly certain. Once I got my first taste of murder, I realized why society treats it as such a heinous act, even towards those who deserve it. When I killed for the first time, I felt powerful… like I was a god. This man, his entire existence, everything he was, I ended it. Maybe if I hadn’t had killed him, I might not have left a path of destruction behind me in the events following. Maybe if I had shown the man mercy, I wouldn’t have gotten all those people killed, and I wouldn’t be where I am now.
One swipe, that was all it took. I unsheathed my claws and swung at Thompson, the claws cutting through the flesh on his neck and tearing open three slits along his throat. Blood poured from his wounds like water from a fountain. He choked and spluttered, the orifices of his face too full of his own leaking blood for him to be able to form speech or even take his last breath. I had aligned his hanging body perfectly, as almost all of his blood poured into the empty milk jug, with only a few drops splashing off and splattering onto the ground.
I retracted my claws once he finally succumbed to his injuries, and allowed his corpse to fill up as much of the jug as possible. Now all that was left to do was to dispose of the man’s remains. I didn’t tell Amy about this part, as I didn’t want her to believe I was a psychopath, I told her I’d dump him in a river or bury him somewhere, but I had a less risky plan. After dismembering him with a meat cleaver I had brought with me, I chopped his body into as many small chunks as possible, before heading to the local farm. It always bothered me when humans cremated their dead, what a waste of meat. Why not do their part to help out with nature, and allow the worms and maggots to feast upon their decaying corpse? Humans think way too highly of themselves. I decided it was better for Thompson’s family to believe him missing, because if they had found his corpse, they would know he was killed and vengeance would be on their mind, and a hunt would begin for a killer. Anyways, the pigs ate well that night.
In a fortunate turn of events, my uncle and aunt had to go on a business trip and would be gone for the week, with my cousin taking the opportunity to head off to her boyfriend’s place as well, leaving the house to me for the week. Since Amy couldn’t return to her home, in fear of her vampire uncle being there, and it was even more dangerous for her to continue to sleep out in the streets, I told her she could stay in the guest bedroom for the week and maybe I could persuade my uncle and aunt to allow her to stay for longer by guilt tripping them and playing on their compassionate side.
For some reason, my dog Billy and my cat Hope didn’t seem to take very kindly to her. Billy wouldn’t stop barking and growling at her and Hope was hissing uncontrollably with her back arched up. I’m pretty sure they both would have attacked her if I hadn’t been there. In the end, I had to shut them in the kitchen to prevent them from turning into vampire slayers. At first, I thought maybe they could detect that Amy was a vampire, but so I was I, why weren’t they going for me as well? Was it because they were already familiar to me prior to becoming one?
I allowed Amy to drink more blood than I really should have, she must have been really starving, as she depleted almost the entire jug, leaving little for myself, not that I really hungered for it that much at that point. I think she had come to terms with what she was now and knew that this what had to happen in order for her to survive, and that she was grateful to have someone like me so she didn’t have to kill.
To help Amy settle in, and to get out of the awkward silence after feeding, I decided to give her a tour of the house. There wasn’t really much to show off, until we got to my room that is, in which I attempted to impress her by showcasing my large video game collection, but she did not appear to be very interested. I guess she was one of THOSE girls. It then dawned on me that this was the first time I had a girl around my age in my room in a while, not since my cousin had walked in on me doing something private. I then realized I had a girl in my room and the first thing I did was show off my video games. Idiot.
I tried to break the ice a bit, we were basically going to housemates after all. She didn’t feel comfortable discussing anything to do with her parents, but like how I didn’t with mine, so we mainly discussed school-related things. She told me that she was in sixth form, she told me about her chosen subjects and what she was doing in them, her few friends (she described herself as being a bit of a loner), and her pastimes during free periods, which included reading frequently. When it was my turn to discuss my school life, I basically had to lie. I couldn’t exactly explain bringing a knife into school every day and spending my free time imagining slashing people to pieces with it without coming off as a major psychopath, which is totally not me. I’d personally say I’m more of a sociopath. When it had come to chosen subjects, I had to make up an excuse as to why I chose Product Design as I didn’t want to say it was because I could use sharp tools. As we discussed school, I thought about how I hadn’t been back there since my accident. My uncle had told me that now I had fully recovered I now had to return to school, even while he and his wife were gone for the week, and if I didn’t, the school would inform him of my truancy and I would be punished. I didn’t exactly want to leave Amy alone with only Billy and Hope for company but I suppose I didn’t really have a choice in the matter.
Suddenly my bedroom door burst open, and my cousin Megan barged into the room.
“Hey Tim do you know where my phone charger-” she began to say until she noticed Amy in the room.
There was an awkward silence as she glanced from me to her and her to me.
“Um, you gonna introduce me?” Megan asked, seemingly a bit confused.
“This is my friend” I replied. “What are you doing back here, I thought you were supposed to be at your boyfriend’s for the week?”
“I realized I left my phone charger so I came back to get it” she explained.
I noticed she was looking at Amy strangely.
“You really a friend of his?” Megan asked her, seemingly baffled that I had not only had friends of the opposite sex, but friends at all.
“Yeah” Amy confirmed, a bit awkwardness in her voice.
“Huh” Megan responded, before turning back to me.
“Got something to say?” I hissed. My cousin and I had never got along well. She was technically my stepcousin, being my maternal uncle’s stepdaughter and all, and my aunt by marriage’s daughter but I preferred to refer to her as my cousin regardless of my rivalry with her so I didn’t feel like I had even less relatives.
“Thought you were gay” she spat before slamming the door.
I wish I had remembered that Amy was still a missing person, as from my cousin’s perspective, her weird, creepy loner cousin had a missing girl in his room. Remembering this probably would have avoided less hassle later down the line. When my cousin left, Amy went to sleep in the guest room, while I went to sleep in my own room, ready to return to school the following morning.
The first day back to school after my accident was something of a disappointment. I was hoping to receive praise from my peers for my heroic sacrifice, but no one really seemed to be bothered. The only real attention I got was from the large scar on the right side of my face, where the lorry struck me. I thought some of the girls might find it attractive, but they seemed more uncomfortable looking at it. The scar was more of a bother if anything as it only caused intrusive stares when I was trying to just mind my own business.
Then I remembered… I’m a supernatural being. Why was I just moping around just like I did back when I was a pathetic human? I should take advantage of my new powers, I should show these inferior beings whose boss. I decided to first give them a display of my superior physical prowess. The girls of this school were all interested in the slack-jawed mouth-breathing jocks; well let’s see if they’re still interested in them once I humiliated them all in a game of football.
At lunchtime I observed them for a moment before attempting to approach them. The Year 11s (my year) were playing against each other on one side of the field while the sixth formers were playing on the other side. Honestly I felt like I was watching a gorilla enclosure at the zoo than the star athletes of the school. Cracking my knuckles I slowly began to walk up my Year 11 peers once they had decided to take a break. It took them a while before they actually noticed my presence. They were baffled when I requested for them to allow me to partake in their little sport.
“You… want to join, Fox?” the most apish one blurted out. “Why?”
I swear communicating with an alien civilisation would have been a much easier feat.
“Well, what better way to enjoy this fine English weather than having a nice kick about with the lads?” I smirked, gazing upwards at the miserable, cloudy, grey skies, anticipating a harsh rain to begin any minute.
I noticed one of them was giving me some kind of dirty look. I soon realized that it was Tommy Ferguson, a known troublemaker who caused unnecessary hassle for both students and teachers alike throughout his time at the school. I had only had brief encounters with him in Product Design class, in which he had proclaimed that my mother was a whore when I had refused to lend him a pencil as he had forgotten to say “please.” Honestly it felt like he had been artificially created in a lab to be the most obnoxious human on the planet, with his punchable face, his douchebag haircut, his scruffy uniform and his flashy jewellery, which he believed made him appear wealthy. He was a vulgar imbecile, and I should have predicted something would happen when I noticed he was there. The only person I knew of to be even more intolerable than him was his older brother Jimmy, who had apparently hit on Amy and had been forceful towards her, but thankfully I had been spared the misfortune of encountering him… until today, that was.
The other footballers despite their primitive appearances and mannerisms, were surprisingly accepting of the renowned weirdo loner of the school playing football with them. Tommy didn’t seem pleased with his friend’s approval of my joining, which was evident by the constant glares and sneers he threw my way when I happened to glance over in his direction. While the other players seemed shocked and even impressed with my superior speed as I sped around the field kicking the ball away from rival players and booting it into the goals with unmatched accuracy, Tommy seemed to be growing only more and more annoyed. In the rare times I allowed other players to dribble the ball around (to not make myself look TOO good), when Tommy would get it he refused to pass it to anyone, dead set on trying to show off his own skills, but he was nowhere near my level. The only time he showed even a hint of a smile was when we swapped onto teams and he now had the opportunity to tackle me and cause possible injury to me.
On numerous occasions throughout the match he attempted to slide tackle me, but I decided to cause further frustration to him by dribbling the ball slowly, and then when he ran over to slide tackle me I would bolt forwards and score yet another goal. When I decided to take it easy a little bit and slow down to not wear myself out, Tommy ran up to me and attempted to take the ball from me. He tried to elbow me and kicked at my shins. Now I was the one growing annoyed. I zoomed forwards, dribbling the ball away from him. I got bored of the old zoom forwards and make him slide on the ground, so this time I decided to let him actually slide tackle me. I pretended to be shocked when I fell to the ground and he began dribbling the ball to the goal, but I had a new way of toying with him. I jumped to my feet and sped forwards and slide tackled him myself. I expected him to tumble to the ground and look like even more of a fool, but instead he let out a high-pitched scream as I heard a wet, crunching sound.
Tommy was screaming like a maniac, and the other players ran to his aid, soon forming a crowd around him. I pushed past the crowd and saw that he was clutching his leg, which had been torn open from the impact of my tackle. His bone was broken and sticking out of the damaged flesh, a small stream of blood leaking from it.
“What’s going on here?” a voice shouted.
It was Tommy’s brother Jimmy; he had barged his way past the crowding players and knelt at his younger brother’s side.
“What the hell?!” Jimmy yelled. “What happened?”
“IT WAS HIM!” Tommy screeched, tears streaming down his face, as he pointed his finger at me.
“You emo prick!” he growled. “How dare you!”
“It was a mere accident” I replied, not without a hint of laughter in my voice.
As Jimmy grew angrier and angrier, I decided now was the time to leave, to avoid any more Fergusons being injured. I turned around and nonchalantly walked away as if nothing had ever happened.
“YOU’RE GONNA FUCKING PAY FOR THIS!” Jimmy bellowed, cradling his brother.
I wish I had taken his threat more seriously. If I had, perhaps more people would still be alive today.
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Post by Tales93 on Dec 5, 2018 22:37:30 GMT
A lot of interesting foreshadowing, in this part.
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Post by AgentZ46 on Dec 6, 2018 4:14:58 GMT
I'm really seeing how truly disturbing Tim is in this part. He's dangerous and really messed up. Not a good mix. No one around him is safe and now I'm really worried about what could happen to Amy.
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Post by LilGoodWolf on Dec 6, 2018 8:39:14 GMT
I'm really seeing how truly disturbing Tim is in this part. He's dangerous and really messed up. Not a good mix. No one around him is safe and now I'm really worried about what could happen to Amy. The earlier choice wasn't just about whether or not it was okay to murder the pedophile, it was also about whether or not it was okay for someone like Tim to have power over life and death and get a taste of what it's like to murder someone. Which part of Tim did you find more disturbing? The way he disposed of the pedophile's corpse or the satisfaction he got from accidentally breaking Tommy's leg? |
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Post by AgentZ46 on Dec 6, 2018 13:58:26 GMT
I'm really seeing how truly disturbing Tim is in this part. He's dangerous and really messed up. Not a good mix. No one around him is safe and now I'm really worried about what could happen to Amy. The earlier choice wasn't just about whether or not it was okay to murder the pedophile, it was also about whether or not it was okay for someone like Tim to have power over life and death and get a taste of what it's like to murder someone. Which part of Tim did you find more disturbing? The way he disposed of the pedophile's corpse or the satisfaction he got from accidentally breaking Tommy's leg? I was worried that'd be the case. It was why I was close to voting to spare him. A lot of his inner thoughts this part put me off a bit. There's the corpse disposal but also him feeling like a god but what really got me concerned was when he was thinking about how he couldn't admit that he brings a knife to school because he thinks about chopping people up. Clearly he was already quite disturbed but I fear that his new power and choosing to kill has made him far worse. |
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Post by LilGoodWolf on Dec 6, 2018 22:29:37 GMT
Rebirth: Part 8
Hunter Woods
The following days were rather uneventful, I moped around the mansion watching television or taking long walks around town, anything to take my mind off the upcoming full moon and everything that had happened. It wasn’t until the day of the next full moon that something actually happened, and I don’t just mean the night itself.
Thanks to my recent rotten luck, the next full moon just happened to take place on my eighteenth birthday, and instead of spending it with my friends and family, I was stuck in some random town in some creepy murder mansion and was going to undergo torturous body horror at night. Then again, lycanthropy or not, by throwing my father out a window and to his death I wasn’t really going to be spending my birthday with the family anyway. I was going insane sitting in the house thinking about transforming into a monster again, so I decided to have some sort of celebration for myself in honour of the age milestone, and what better way than to get piss drunk. It may have been daytime but I couldn’t have given less of a shit at this point, so I grabbed my wallet, put on my leather jacket and headed off to the local pub, known as The Slaughtered Lamb (talk about an inviting name).
It was a typical old English pub, filled with old geezers playing pool, darts or telling their mates the world’s unfunniest jokes. As I walked up to the bar and waited for the barman to finish serving the patron in front of me, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched. I turned to see a young man staring at me from across the room. At first I thought he was staring at me because I looked underage but on closer inspection he looked around my age. He had messy dark hair, hazel eyes and scarred pale skin. He looked to be quite tall, considerably taller than me, and he wore a flannel shirt and jeans, giving off something of a lumberjack vibe. For some reason I couldn’t help but feel some kind of familiarity towards him, even though I was pretty sure I had never met him before in my life.
I noticed the older man next him, who was playing darts, looked strikingly similar to the young man, although taller, so I assumed they were related. The older man had more tidy hair of the same colour, and a short beard. He also wore a flannel shirt and jeans, and only looked like even more of a lumberjack than the young man.
The young man turned away from me when he noticed me staring back at him and focused his attention on the older man as he continued to play darts, hitting the bulls eye every time. I turned back to the bar and now it was my turn to order.
“I’ll have a pint of lager please” I said to the barman.
“I’ll have your ID please” the barman replied.
I let out a sigh.
“Come on mate, it’s my eighteenth birthday and I’ve had a really crappy week so if you wouldn’t mind, I’ll have a pint of lager… please” I reasoned, growing slightly irritable.
The barman scowled and leaned in close.
“Come on mate, it’s the law and I’ve had a really crappy week so if you wouldn’t mind, I’ll have your ID… please” he retorted.
I’ve always had really bad anger issues, evident from the fact that I killed my own father in a fit of rage, and even the most minor of things can set me off. So I lost it and slammed my fist down on the bar and hard as I could, causing a loud bang and drawing the eyes of all the other patrons onto me. The older man with the darts was in the process of throwing a dart as I caused a nuisance and for the first time since I had entered the pub he missed the bulls eye. He turned to face me and pointed his at me, an irritated glare across his face. I noticed that his left was completely missing both a pupil and iris, being only pale white with three deep scars running through the flesh around it, like a claw mark.
“You made me miss” he hissed. “I never miss.”
I took the opportunity to leave at this point, perhaps narrowly avoiding the outbreak of a wild pub brawl. I planted myself on a nearby bench and buried my face into my palms, trying to think about happy memories to calm me down, but they only made me homesick. I heard footsteps approaching, so I looked up. The young man from The Slaughtered Lamb stood before me, a pint of lager in each hand. He smiled at me.
“Here” he said, handing me one of the glasses, while taking a sip from the other one and sitting next to me on the bench.
I took a large gulp and recoiled at the bitter taste before turning to him.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Jason, what about you?” he replied, taking another sip from his glass.
“I’m Hunter, do you live around here?” I questioned.
“Nope, just visiting a friend with my father” Jason responded.
“Your father is a scary man” I joked, trying to make conversation.
Jason took a long sip from his pint then looked down at the ground.
“Yeah” he spoke after a while, a hint of anxiety in his voice.
There was a long silence after he spoke, before he pulled out his phone.
“Have you heard about that fire that happened at the school a few months ago?” Jason inquired.
“Um yeah” I replied.
He showed me the screen of his phone, a buffering icon slowly swirling about on it.
“This video recently surfaced on the internet about a week ago, some say its fake, some say it has nothing to do with
what happened and it’s from a horror film” Jason explained.
The video began, and it started with some shaky camerawork with attempted to focus on something through the tall, dancing flames, but it was very difficult to make out what I was supposed to be looking at.
“I can’t really see much” I said.
“It’s not the actual video that freaked people out, it’s the audio” Jason responded.
Jason turned up the volume, and I placed my ear closer to the phone. I heard nothing but the roaring fire for a while, but then I heard crying. It sounded like it was coming from a young man, presumably one of the students that died in the fire. He whimpered for a few seconds before finally speaking.
“It was an accident, I swear, please believe me” the teenager sobbed.
I could hear a second voice now. It was masculine, and instead of the desperate begging of the teenager, it let out some sort of war cry.
“NO PLEASE! TIM, PLEASE NO! PLEASE TIM IT WAS AN ACCIDE-” the teenager cried.
All that could be heard after that was the sound of something being torn apart, and the teenager’s screams soon turned into sickening spluttering and choking sounds. Then the video ended.
The name Tim rang a bell. I remembered it being one of the names on the gravestones of victims who supposedly perished in the fire. Before I had a chance to discuss this with Jason his father suddenly emerged from within The Slaughtered Lamb.
“Come along, Jason” he spoke before noticing me and staring at me for a few seconds.
“See you later, Hunter” said Jason, smiling at me before returning his phone back into his pocket and walking off with his father.
Jason’s father turned around and stared at me once more.
“Beware of the moon” he whispered, before turning back around and walking off with Jason.
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Post by AgentZ46 on Dec 7, 2018 5:28:45 GMT
Oh boy, something real bad goes down with Tim and I'm worried about what exactly happens. I'm really liking Hunter so far, he's a relateable guy in a bad situation. Also a pleasant surprise to get another part so soon.  |
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Post by LilGoodWolf on Dec 8, 2018 10:05:36 GMT
Rebirth: Part 9
Tim Fox
I was in a forest. It was a beautiful one, with trees covered in bright green leaves not like the creepy forest filled with bare trees that I killed the sexual predator in. If I had to describe the forest in one word, I suppose I would use: pure.
That was until the serpent came slithering down from one of the trees. It stared at me, its fork tongue flickering in and out of its mouth. It whispered something to me, but I couldn’t make out what it said. It whispered it again, and again, and again. I slowly crept nearer and nearer towards, in hopes of being able to make more sense of what it was saying, until it became clear.
“Kill” the serpent hissed.
It kept repeating itself, only its tone became more and more intense with each time it spoke.
“Kill”
“Kill”
“Kill”
“KILL” it finally roared.
“Kill what?” I asked.
“Everything” it spoke.
Then I woke up. I heaved myself out of bed and checked the time. 8PM, it read. Perfect. Amy and I had been sleeping through most days, with the whole burning in sunlight schtick that vampires had to go through, although the sun had rarely made an appearance throughout the English winter, which boded well for me when I was forced to go to school. It was a Friday night, and Amy needed blood. I didn’t find myself particularly hungering for it however, perhaps Amy got hungry more than I did. It was difficult to find more pedophiles to kill after killing Thompson. The investigation into his disappearance from local authorities had exposed him as a pedophile due to them discovering hundreds of pictures of illegal pictures of children on his laptop when searching for his house for potential clues on his possible whereabouts. It seemed the local nonces were hesitant to meet up with anyone at night now, and any further away nonces were difficult to convince to travel the necessary miles to Nottinghamshire. I was getting sick of drinking the blood of gross old men anyway. I wanted something fresh and pure. I had a new plan.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one who had been having bad dreams, as I heard Amy crying from the guest bedroom when I went to get dressed in the bathroom. I knocked on the door and waited for her permission before entering.
“You okay?” I asked her.
“I had another nightmare” she replied, gasping for breath.
“About your parents?” I questioned.
“No… something else” she said, giving me an odd look.
“You wanna talk about it?” I asked, trying to seem supportive.
“I was at a school… our school” she began. “There was fire everywhere, people were burning to death… people I knew.”
“Shit, that’s horrible” I said.
“I also saw this thing… this monster. It looked like some kind of devil, with these horns, these sharp teeth and wings” she continued.
“Well last time I was at school it was not on fire and there was no devil, so don’t feel too sad” I said. While I would have liked to have comforted her or something, I wanted to get out of the room before she noticed I was holding
clothes in my hand and would know I was going out.
It was then that she noticed the clothes in my hand. Shit.
“Going somewhere?” she inquired.
“I’m going to get more blood” I explained.
“I want to come with you this time” she said.
“Not happening” I stated. I could barely get her to agree to my killing of the sexual predator, let alone what I was about to do.
“Why not?” she questioned, offended.
“Because you don’t need to see that shit, let me do things my way” I demanded before leaving the room and slamming the door shut before she could argue with me.
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Nineteen year old Rebecca Smith took another sip from her drink, recoiling from the strong taste. She had come down to a nightclub with her friends on a girl’s night out. All of her friends however, had abandoned her to talk with and likely hook up with some random sleazebag. For a while though she couldn’t help but feel as if she was being watched. She looked around the club to see who was possibly staring at her, although it didn’t take her long to find them. A young man, perhaps a year or two younger than her, stared at her from across the room. She didn’t find him all that bad looking, he was tall and dressed rather casually, with dark brown hair and pale skin with a large scar on the left side of it. That wasn’t the weirdest thing about him however, it was his scarlet-coloured eyes which she couldn’t help but feel drawn too. She tried smiling at him and he smirked back at her. Something in her head was telling her to go towards him, despite his strange appearance. She walked from the bar and towards the young man, his intense stare drawing her in.
“You are quite beautiful” he spoke, his voice was like ecstasy.
All Rebecca could do was smile at him. She was entranced in those inhuman eyes of his.
“Wanna get out of here?” he inquired, running his fingers through her red hair.
All she could do was nod.
Sometime later, he had her against a wall around the back of the club. As he kissed her repeatedly and felt her all over, she noticed his movements became more and more aggressive. His breathing soon turned into monstrous growls, and all of a sudden he grabbed her wrists and slammed her backwards, restraining her against the wall.
The trance was now broken, and all she had left now was fear. To her horror, she saw that his eyes were now glowing red, and he opened his mouth to reveal a pair of sharp fangs. She went to scream, but he placed his cold hand over her mouth.
“This was far too easy” he hissed into her ear.
Rebecca began to whimper.
“You want to know what’s going to happen now darling?” he rasped. “I’m going to tear out your throat and drain every single drop of delicious blood from your body. Then, as I feed on you while you die, I’m going to think about your family, I’m going to think about how they’ll react when they discover their little girl is missing, I’m going to think about the dread in their hearts as they search for you for weeks, and how devastated they will be when they find your mangled corpse.”
She began to cry, but her sobs were silenced by his hand still covering her mouth.
“This hand that I’m covering your mouth with, you know what I’m going to do with it later?” he sneered. “I’m going to use it to jerk off to the memory of this moment.”
He then reeled back and opened his mouth wide open, preparing to strike. Rebecca closed her eyes, accepting her fate
and waiting for death. All of a sudden his grip on her loosened and her arms were freed.
Rebecca opened her eyes to see the young man get slapped in the face by a woman, with dark hair and blue eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” she hissed at the man.
The woman then turned to Rebecca.
“I’m so sorry about this, he’s mentally insane” she spoke softly. “Go, run, get out of here.”
Rebecca didn’t think twice before running away.
Tim Fox
I rubbed the area where Amy had slapped me.
“What is the meaning of this?” Amy hissed.
“I… don’t know” I responded.
I don’t know what happened, I felt like I lost control. It was like someone else had taken over me.
“That’s not good enough!” Amy shouted.
“I came… to get… blood… I didn’t mean for it to go that far” I tried to explain.
“You was about to kill an innocent Tim! You promised! You fucking promised!” Amy yelled.
“It wasn’t me… I wasn’t in control!” I cried.
“Oh? Then who was?” she hissed.
I clutched my head as a pain surged through my brain.
“THAT DUMB WHORE DESERVED IT” I blurted out.
I didn’t mean to say that. I don’t know why I did. It was like a verbal tic.
“What’s gotten into you?” Amy yelled, now concerned.
I couldn’t take the pain anymore. I let out some kind of monstrous roar, and forced myself away from Amy as I punched a hole through a brick wall. I pulled my fist back, and saw it was now bloody and broken. I fell to my knees.
“I was always a freak even before all this mess, people always looked down on me, made me feel worthless, alone” I cried.
Amy said nothing.
“I grew envious of those around me with better lives than me” I continued. “My jealousy soon turned into hate. The hate twisted me, fucked up my mind, my outlook on life, and my expectations of people.”
I stood back and watched as my hand slowly began to heal and regenerate.
“But now…” I hissed. “I have power… power to change the world. If I can’t be loved… I will be feared.”
I glared at her.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’d loving nothing more than to be the good guy in this story, help people, be admired… BUT HUMANITY SICKENS ME SO DAMN MUCH” I bellowed. “I know there are good people in this world… but how does the saying go? A few bad apples spoil the bunch? Well this bunch is so spoiled, that I don’t know if searching for the good ones is even worth it anymore.”
“Let’s just… go back home” Amy consoled, unsure of what I would do next.
“…fine” I agreed.
When we arrived back home, I told Amy I needed to take a second outside to gather my thoughts. She nodded back to me and headed inside. I leant against the wall and gazed up the pitch black sky, brooding over all the insane things that happened in the past week. I also thought about the future, and what it had in store for me.
All of a sudden I heard Amy scream, and I rushed inside.
“What’s going on? What’s happen-” I began, before seeing what had caused her to scream.
I gasped in horror as I looked at my dog Billy’s blood-soaked corpse. He was lying in puddle of his own blood, the blood leaking from a large gash in his skull. It looked as though he had been beaten to death. But why? What sick bastard would do this to a defenceless animal? I fell to my knees, before running my fingers through his blood-soaked black and white fur.
“Why?” I sobbed.
Billy… was the only being in this world that actually cared about me, and now… he was dead. He died in fear and agony, alone with no one but his killer. He should have had me at side, comforting him as he passed peacefully, not like this.
“Tim… there’s something in his mouth” Amy pointed out.
I looked in Billy’s mouth. There was something golden and glistening. I pulled it out, and saw some kind of expensive-looking watch, partially covered in blood, not Billy’s blood but someone else’s. Did Billy try to defend the house from a burglar? Did the burglar beat my dog to death in retaliation?
Then I realized I had seen the watch before. I had seen it on Tommy Ferguson’s wrist, on the day I broke his leg. Apparently his leg had been so badly damaged that he had no hope of ever playing football again. Then I remembered the last words his brother Jimmy said to me:
“YOU’RE GONNA FUCKING PAY FOR THIS!”
I got up and began to tremble. Not with fear or despair, but hate, fury, rage.
“Tim… who’s watch is that?” Amy asked, fear in her voice.
“Some dead man’s” I growled, before zipping up my jacket and heading out of the front door and into the darkness.
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Post by Tales93 on Dec 8, 2018 18:28:47 GMT
For a moment there, I thought Tim killed his dog and he had no memory of it.
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Post by Kal on Dec 8, 2018 18:44:59 GMT
So uh I'm starting to believe we sent Tim down the wrong path by killing the pedophile. I don't regret it but I'm very concerned for the people around Tim now.
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Post by LiquidChicagoTed on Dec 9, 2018 2:46:40 GMT
Hmmmmm, oh man, those were quite some exciting parts. In Hunter's part, I was actually a bit afraid that the event that apparently was an accident would mean bad for Amy. However, now I am not so sure if that was what they referenced. I mean, how do you accidentally kill a vampire either way? But I can actually see how killing Tim's dog was an accident. Tommy (or, more likely, Jimmy), breaks into the house with intention of stealing something as revenge, gets caught by Billy, is bitten by the dog and lethally hits him in return. No excuse, but I can see how that can work as an accident. Doesn't mean I don't root for Tim when it comes against these people, especially as it has been revealed that Jimmy has been aggressive towards Amy. Hehe, I would actually like to see him try anything with her now, because of how easily she could just kill him.
That being said, I am concerned for Tim in general and for Amy as well. It seems she is starting to see that something is really not right with him. The transformation in general seems to be taking a toll on both of them. Amy was a bit gloomy before being turned and the revelation of her new existence drove her into an outright depression (though she seems to be getting a bit better lately). Tim was an angry kid with some really dark thoughts and now he has the power to act out on them. It is him I am the most worried for. Not that I would mind him ripping out Jimmy's throat, but after all we saw, there is something bigger at stake here, given that he, Hunter and Amy all dreamt of this demon. So, I would not consider it impossible that he is actually doing what the demon wants him to do. Amy is a bit of a calming influence on him, if only by virtue of giving him a much-needed slap if he steps out of line, but she is clearly losing control over him and she herself is not in a position to watch over a mentally unstable young vampire. So, I am afraid she could get killed or seriously hurt if she continues to be around him, but at the same time, if her dream is any indication, she will be present during the school fire that Tim seemingly perishes in.
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Post by AgentZ46 on Dec 9, 2018 6:31:02 GMT
Oh boy! It's about to go down. I must say it's really difficult to sympathise with Tim right now. He nearly killed someone he didn't know a thing about. And in my opinion the way he's been treated isn't a good enough excuse. I will say though, I may not root for Tim or even like him but I can tell he's gonna be a really awesome character. I expect that I may even come to hate him.
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Post by LilGoodWolf on Dec 10, 2018 22:39:24 GMT
Rebirth: Part 10
Hunter Woods
I took a deep breath as I stared at the full moon. I had taken precautions this time, well I had tried to. I had purchased handcuffs from a sex shop and had handcuffed myself to a table. I tried to find some normal looking ones, but the only ones I could find were pink and fluffy. I had looked the cashier in the eye as I paid for them, and I immediately wanted to kill myself shortly afterwards.
I stared at the full moon for about a minute or two, anxiously anticipating the torture I was about to endure. But nothing happened. Nothing. I wasn’t sure whether I should be relieved or worried.
“Perhaps it is just delayed” I thought.
I almost had a heart attack when I heard the front door unlock and open.
“Are you alright lad?” a familiar voice spoke.
It was Gerald. I was now glad I decided to remain fully clothed for the transformation as I felt awkward standing there with my privates on display.
“Gerald, you have to leave, you can’t be in here” I warned, beginning to grow panicked.
Gerald began to laugh.
“You didn’t think you were the only one did you?” he grinned.
“W-what?” I asked, confused.
“I wonder which one of us will survive as we battle for our mistress” he murmured, staring up at the moon.
“Our mistress? What are you on about?” I inquired, my confusion growing even more.
Gerald suddenly let out a scream of agony and fell to the floor. He glared up at me, his eyes now golden and his pupils slanted. A wolfish grin stretched across his face, revealing a set of beastly, razor sharp fangs.
“That burglar… the one that killed the Grigorovs… he was a lycanthrope” he hissed. “His corpse was discovered in the town’s water systems, polluting it and infecting several people from the town… two of them being me and you.”
Gerald’s back arched, tearing his tracksuit apart in the process. Dark hair pushed through his pores, and claws pushed through his nails. With a gruesome crunching sound, his lower face began to morph into a wolflike snout. His pained screams turned into monstrous growls.
“Fuck this, fuck this so much” I whimpered, frantically grabbed for the key to unlock the handcuffs.
“Why aren’t you transforming too, Hunter… WhY aReN’t YoU TrAnSfOrMiNg?” Gerald roared, as I grabbed the key and twisted it into the lock, releasing myself from my restraints.
At this point I didn’t care why I wasn’t transforming, all I cared about was getting as far away from the transforming Gerald as possible. To be honest, I’ve never been the brightest of people, so instead of legging it out of the front door and to possible safety, I instead ran into the kitchen and used the table and all the chairs I could find to barricade the door before curling up into a ball in the corner of the room.
I listened to Gerald growl and roar and wolf out for a few minutes before he stopped making any noise at all. I had hoped he had maybe forgotten about me after he had fully transformed, and had perhaps gone out of the front door and back into the night. My hopes were crushed when I heard him slam himself against the barricaded door and begin to snarl once again. With no hope left, I got onto my knees and began to pray.
“Martin, Alice, I love you both dearly, I’m sorry I couldn’t say a proper goodbye” I frantically whispered my sibling’s names. “Mum, I love you and I hope I see you again in the afterlife… and Dad… I’m sorry for accidentally killing you and I hope you can forgive me in Heaven… or Hell.”
I began to weep as the door finally gave in and smashed to pieces, revealing werewolf Gerald standing in the frame. His head was almost exactly like a wolf’s, albeit a more savage and rabid one, while his body was mainly bipedal. He sneered at me, licking his lips and salivating.
“No, not like this” I thought, rising to my feet and clenching my fists.
“YOU WANT SOME THEN YA FURRY BASTARD” I bellowed.
Gerald growled and swiped at me. With surprising speed I ducked and delivered a heavy punch to Gerald’s snout. He barely flinched at my attack, and smacked me across the room.
Adrenaline pumping through my veins, I grabbed a nearby plate and hurled it at Gerald, smashing it on impact and merely only causing minor annoyance to the beast instead of intended injury. I began an onslaught of assault on Gerald using anything I could get my hands on in the kitchen. Pots, pans, more plates, I threw them all at him, and they all barely did anything to him.
“FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU” I yelled at the top of my lungs, hurling yet another pan at him.
My eyes lit up when I saw a long kitchen knife sitting on the counter. I wasted no time grabbing it and charged at the disoriented Gerald, dodging another one of his attacks and embedding the blade into his shoulder. He let out a howl of pain and turned away to recover but I leapt onto his back a bit into his other shoulder and tore a chunk out of his flesh. My luck had now run out, as he wrapped his large hands around my neck and pulled me off of him, slamming me down onto the floor with such force that I thought he had broken my spine at first.
I dragged myself to the other side of the room as he recovered from my attacks. He glared at me with his inhuman eyes and slowly stomped towards me, preparing to pounce.
“I hope I give you the shits you son of a bitch” I sneered.
Gerald had had enough of my games, and he pounced. I held my arms up to shield the attack, and his jaws latched onto me and his fangs bit deep down into my right arm, causing me to let out a scream of agony as he began to claw at me and tear away at my flesh.
A loud gunshot suddenly came out of nowhere, and the top of Gerald’s head exploded into a gory mess as a bullet tore through it. Gerald’s lifeless body collapsed onto me.
“Hunter!” a familiar voice called out to me.
Gerald’s corpse was pulled off of me, and I opened my eyes to see Jason kneeled by my side above me. His father stood beside him, a hunting rifle in his hands, trained on Gerald’s body, smoke slithering out of the end.
“Poor fucker… the curse drove him to insanity” Jason’s father grimaced.
“Jason… what are you doing here?” I tried to ask as I began lose consciousness.
“It’s okay, just stay with me!” Jason cried, pulling me up to my feet.
“Get him to the car, we’re getting out of this shithole town” commanded Jason’s father.
“Allow me to introduce myself properly… my name is Jason Lunar… and that there is my father… Don Lunar” he spoke, trying to keep me awake and alert as I faded in and out of consciousness.
Jason’s father, apparently named Don Lunar, said nothing as he continued to lead Jason and me out of the house and to their car.
“Me and my dad are both werewolves like you, although we have both taken small doses of wolfsbane, which suppresses the transformation and in large amounts is lethal to our kind, I spiked your drink earlier with some, sorry for not saying anything” Jason explained. “Our plan was to come and talk to you tonight once we had finished our main job, but we weren’t expected your friend to be there.”
“Lucky I brought my rifle and some silver bullets” said Don as he helped Jason lay me in the back of their car.
“Where… are we going?” I managed to say as the blood loss began to take its toll on me.
“Somewhere safe, where people like us can live in peace” Jason explained. “We call it Moonwisp.”
I then lost consciousness, and everything faded to black.
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Post by AgentZ46 on Dec 11, 2018 11:32:48 GMT
Ooh boy! Moonwisp has been name dropped!
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But honestly, she's been great, understandably moody, but you can see how she's usually like when not, you know, trying to cope with being turned into a bloodsucking monster. I definitely enjoy the way you are writing her here and I cannot wait to see more of her. I also like that even though she is clearly a darker character than in the first story, she's definitely trying to keep her morals up, in a way that I hope is going to rub off on Tim somewhat. Him not just letting his murderous vampire tendencies out but actually targeting people who really deserve it is a good step. Their dynamic is a sweet one so far, really makes me appreciate him a lot more as a character, I think that whole part was great for him in terms of development. In general though, the story seems to be highly different from the way things were in the original, so I am super excited what sort of direction it'll take, what might be similar, what not. One thing I am definitely excited for is Tim meeting Amy's great-great something relative 
Got the feeling they won't get along though, especially as he essentially is about to become a serial killer (though likely of the more sympathetic kills-only-criminals kind) to keep himself and Amalia alive.
