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Posted by faustomartense on Apr 16, 2009 0:31:44 GMT -6
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He felt the stranger presence in his domain at the same time the stranger was going inside the forest .he did not see him , he had no eyes. he did not listen, he had no ears, but he knew that ¨he¨ entered in his domain because himself was the domain . he could feel the stranger was even more deep in the woods. he had merged with the land of the forest to sleep without the annoying sun, although this not relieved him of some unwanted visits. for his clan the life in the city seemed bored , they preferred to let the aristocrats take responsibility and make their networks of lies to pretend to be politics or commanders of large armies, the modern world of puppeteers. the nature was his element, the city just limits him . most of his own breed preferred the city. city life seemed easier . they took refuge in their shelters of cement. these cowards preferred to stay away from the ¨little hairy problem ¨ as those of his clan called them . they rarely were attacked by werewolf. you had to keep respect for werewolf but not fear. Some could become a real killing machine but it was known that a Antique Vampire could face one in a hand to hand combat with a good victory, not entirely successful because of the primitive strength gave the werewolves a great power in a fight.
Anyway the sun had gone down completely a few hours ago, it was time to get up. his body changed lazily to a solid and defined form , his usual shape. one minute later he emerged from the earth from which he had been one during the previous day. Darkness covered the whole forest, his eyes shone with a red flash before returning to their normal color, the darkness ran way at his sight and the night clarified, showing each detail. the nails of his hands and his teeth were sharpened and grew into small, lethal knives. the eye of the Beast guided his steps allowing him to see in absolute darkness . his claws and teeth praised the stranger who dared to enter his forest , they wanted blood and they will have it . The stupid that had dared to challenge him was an Inquisitor. There was the strange, standing in the shadows with a gun in his hand and who knows what other weapons under his coat. he was dressed to attend a formal event . fashion had reached the ranks of the Inquisition. It was a human but not a mere human, he was an Inquisitor. a person trained to kill creatures like him . and as if a lifetime of training was not enough they just added technology to they arsenal . crossbows were not used now because they were hard to reload with a vampire trying to kill you , and also were very hard to hide. but sometimes they used torches in the old way but still it was rare to see an Inquisitor brandishing the red flower.
There was something uncomfortable in this situation that made the vampire nervous and at the same time gave him more confidence to predict the outcome of the confrontation. Why the Inquisition had sent one of their agents in the middle of the night? It would have been much easier for the humans who dared to confront him during the day while he was sleeping. he could wake up in the day , but he will not fully awake and prepared to use all his skills. but not , it was the opposite. there were the two. looking each other , studying every slightly movement, waiting in the forest at midnight.
A smile drawed on the face of the Inquisitor, he had also seen his prey. it had cost him a little to distinguish the figure crouching in the grass in darkeness but after a few moments his eyes adjusted and began to saw his enemy. without warning the vampire jumped over him , the distance that separated them was impossible to cover with a single leap for a human but that creature of darkness was not human. he had enough time to react, he had been trained for that. his pistol quickly spat half of the contents of the clip , only 5 bullets hit his body but were not enough to stop his onslaught.
The vampire's flesh burned by contact with the bullets, even when he put all his focus on closing these wounds they were not healing , and it was not going to do in the next month if he happen to live more than that night. something said to him that he would find his final death that night. the injures made with true faith were so hard to heal and as painful as those caused by the sun. the bullets had been dipped in water blessed by someone with true faith .The Inquisitor was not that person. it was not something to blame him , since there are few people in the world with true faith that believe in a god that does not help much. the holy bullets pierced his flesh burning and doing a heavy damage to his right arm. he landed only a few steps away from him and with his left arm threw a deadly blow to the Inquisitor that dodge it with ability to reduce the damage. the claw that was aimed to his neck hit the right arm of the Inquisitor cutting it at the height of the elbow, by inertia the hand of the vampire nail in the right side of the Inquisitor's chest . it broke they ribs and pressed them against the lungs. lacerations, internal bleeding, there was no way that this man could survived. the gun fell to the floor with the rest of the arm still holding it .
The grimace of pain on the face of the Inquisitor was mixed with the smile of satisfaction that appeared in his face while he took a metal stake from his belt . the stake was also blessed and pierce between the ribs of the vampire easily. the vampire hardened his skin the most he could but the holy stake penetrated his skin dangerously in his chest. The Inquisitor had played his last card . The metal burned his flesh and muscles and with every move he walked toward his victim, the metal was heated like a small sun in his chest . He had heard of Antique Vampires with the ability to expel the stakes of their chest using only his strength of will or some certain Former Clans that hide their hearts out of their bodies in polls by a complicated ritual of black magic. he did not possess these knowledge and fortunately it would be useless in that situation . the Inquisitor missed the hit .
his fangs stuck in his throat, he did not care of the laws required by the Eliseo, he neither worry about not emptying his victim. he needed blood to heal. his sharp fangs penetrated the skin, tearing the flesh .Blood gushed from the wound to his throat, it was not just a red liquid, it was life, warm blood fell to his mouth, it burned. it filled him with lust ,with the greatest pleasure possible. Imagine the pleasure of the most exquisite wine, imagine the pleasure of the most wild evening of passion, imagine all the feelings that produced by drugs. Imagine all the pleasures concentrates on every drop, and that will just give you a very minimal idea of the pleasure the vampire felt for the blood.
The Inquisitor was hugged his life with all his strength, his mind refused to leave his body. not because he loved his life, not because he would like to live longer,he wanted to feel the pleasure created by the bite of the vampire. the man's legs became unstable, weak and flaccid like his arms that fell lifeless at the side of his body. When he finished to drain all the body he let it fell to the ground. it fell as a puppet without the wires. his eyes stared expressionless at a night sky full of stars, his face still smiled for the pleasure of the bite.
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Apr 16, 2009 20:46:57 GMT -6
faustomartense
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