Post by Kakashi on May 4, 2009 16:07:16 GMT -6
like the title says not a naruto story but hey what the hell im putiong on here anyways what are you gona do about oh yea thats right NUTHIN MUHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAH ... ahem yea *cough* sry about that anyways here it is its called hidden mist and i never got around to finishing the first chapter so here read and give me ideas and ill give u a cookie or sumthing
Hidden Mist
Broken memories
I walked cautiously down the ally into a book shop that I read about in the newspaper the week before. The first thing I noticed was that there was a strange scent in the air it smelled like rust and salt I knew the smell in a instant but there was something strange about way it smelled it was earthy like dry leaves in the autumn but either way it smelled of blood I looked over the shop and noticed that in the corner there was a figure that lay against the wall I flitted to the corner to find what the figure might be. I was too late again .Varen had already been here I dashed out the door and up the ally to the street and had to slow down as to not spook the humans. I slowed to a walk just as a little girl passed the ally not like she would notice or like anyone would for I was too quick for the human eye.
I suppose that I should tell you who I am, well I haven’t heard my real name in many years but I do remember I am 16 or that’s how old I look I bet you are also wondering who varen is well that’s a long story and all you need to know for now is that he is my father. I have been hunting him for 400 years now and have gotten close many times. Why have I been hunting him for so long you ask? I am tracking him down to kill him because he killed my mother and he turned me into the monster I am today. Oh yes I forgot to mention that didn’t I. well I am a vampire. Yes the old myth about blood suckers was true who knew. Well I sure as hell didn’t I always figured they were in little kids imagination but I couldn’t have been more wrong there are a few things I want to clear up before I continue my story first yes I drink blood. No I don’t like to, yes I am quick and smart and impervious to most weapons and no I do not burn in sunlight although it is uncomfortable I don’t die. Well that about covers it except religious objects sorry kids they don’t work. Now that is done lets move on to how I became this way alright well my father was not always a vampire so neither was I.
It started one summer in 1609 my father went away on a business trip and came back weeks later. he was acting funny from the day he got back he slept all day and disappeared at night about two days after he got back he woke me in the night talking about how he cant do it anymore and how he just wanted to taste me so bad and well of course I am a little concerned by the fact that he wants to taste me I mean come on that’s weird right. At any rate he told me to go to the barn to check on the cows. This was suspicious because we didn’t own any cows but I went out to the barn I just assumed he was drunk and wasn’t in his right mind. When I got to the barn he appeared behind me and startled me. He slammed the door shut with such force that it shattered into a million splinters. I was terrified so I ran to the loft and climbed up the ladder but before I got to the top he was already there he walked slowly towards the ladder and I was frozen with fear. He snatched my arm and threw me into the barn wall. When I tried to get up I couldn’t move my right leg or my left arm. He sprinted to my side grabbed my head yanked it to the side and proceed to sink his fangs into my neck the first thing I noticed was that I started to feel really dizzy then started to get cold . I couldn’t understand why I was getting so cold it made not sense to me why I was freezing then I started to realize what was going on but I was to weak to struggle I could do nothing as my sight faded into darkness of which I though was my final hour.
When I awoke in a great amount of pain I realized I still couldn’t move my body and there was a vicious burn like salt on a wound times infinity and one. I spent a solid week which felt like a solid century in that state then one day I awoke with not pain but I was still very cold and I still couldn’t move but I realized that it was because I was strapped to a table I as soon as I tried to break the rope it snapped with ease and I mean this was no flimsy rope either it was a good 3 inches thick. Just as I got off the table to see where I was my father appeared in the corner of the room and with his red eyes stared at me I never noticed before that they were red he started talking about how he wanted to help me and he was sorry but it was better this way. I im like freaked out so I sprint out the door down the street and back home where I found my dead mother , it took me about 5 seconds to travel about 26 miles so of course I notice that there was something different.
Hidden Mist
Broken memories
I walked cautiously down the ally into a book shop that I read about in the newspaper the week before. The first thing I noticed was that there was a strange scent in the air it smelled like rust and salt I knew the smell in a instant but there was something strange about way it smelled it was earthy like dry leaves in the autumn but either way it smelled of blood I looked over the shop and noticed that in the corner there was a figure that lay against the wall I flitted to the corner to find what the figure might be. I was too late again .Varen had already been here I dashed out the door and up the ally to the street and had to slow down as to not spook the humans. I slowed to a walk just as a little girl passed the ally not like she would notice or like anyone would for I was too quick for the human eye.
I suppose that I should tell you who I am, well I haven’t heard my real name in many years but I do remember I am 16 or that’s how old I look I bet you are also wondering who varen is well that’s a long story and all you need to know for now is that he is my father. I have been hunting him for 400 years now and have gotten close many times. Why have I been hunting him for so long you ask? I am tracking him down to kill him because he killed my mother and he turned me into the monster I am today. Oh yes I forgot to mention that didn’t I. well I am a vampire. Yes the old myth about blood suckers was true who knew. Well I sure as hell didn’t I always figured they were in little kids imagination but I couldn’t have been more wrong there are a few things I want to clear up before I continue my story first yes I drink blood. No I don’t like to, yes I am quick and smart and impervious to most weapons and no I do not burn in sunlight although it is uncomfortable I don’t die. Well that about covers it except religious objects sorry kids they don’t work. Now that is done lets move on to how I became this way alright well my father was not always a vampire so neither was I.
It started one summer in 1609 my father went away on a business trip and came back weeks later. he was acting funny from the day he got back he slept all day and disappeared at night about two days after he got back he woke me in the night talking about how he cant do it anymore and how he just wanted to taste me so bad and well of course I am a little concerned by the fact that he wants to taste me I mean come on that’s weird right. At any rate he told me to go to the barn to check on the cows. This was suspicious because we didn’t own any cows but I went out to the barn I just assumed he was drunk and wasn’t in his right mind. When I got to the barn he appeared behind me and startled me. He slammed the door shut with such force that it shattered into a million splinters. I was terrified so I ran to the loft and climbed up the ladder but before I got to the top he was already there he walked slowly towards the ladder and I was frozen with fear. He snatched my arm and threw me into the barn wall. When I tried to get up I couldn’t move my right leg or my left arm. He sprinted to my side grabbed my head yanked it to the side and proceed to sink his fangs into my neck the first thing I noticed was that I started to feel really dizzy then started to get cold . I couldn’t understand why I was getting so cold it made not sense to me why I was freezing then I started to realize what was going on but I was to weak to struggle I could do nothing as my sight faded into darkness of which I though was my final hour.
When I awoke in a great amount of pain I realized I still couldn’t move my body and there was a vicious burn like salt on a wound times infinity and one. I spent a solid week which felt like a solid century in that state then one day I awoke with not pain but I was still very cold and I still couldn’t move but I realized that it was because I was strapped to a table I as soon as I tried to break the rope it snapped with ease and I mean this was no flimsy rope either it was a good 3 inches thick. Just as I got off the table to see where I was my father appeared in the corner of the room and with his red eyes stared at me I never noticed before that they were red he started talking about how he wanted to help me and he was sorry but it was better this way. I im like freaked out so I sprint out the door down the street and back home where I found my dead mother , it took me about 5 seconds to travel about 26 miles so of course I notice that there was something different.