Nocturnal02:14 Dec 24 2010
Times Read: 510
The night has begun in the city of Seattle. The cold autumn night with its wind blowing through the city streets hard and fast as the night seemed to be filled with life this night. As people walked the streets and were partying for some odd reason. “What was the occasion?” A man was sitting on a roof top said to himself. He looks down the three stories and he sees there is an empty spot where he can drop in. He hops down and lands on his feet as no one seemed to see him drop down the three stories and he walks through the crowd to see what all of this was about and see if he could find out what it was about.
His name he didn’t even know. He was six feet tall with broad shoulders and his hair went down to his mid back and seemed to be perfect. Not too thick or thin and not oily or dry either. He looked well built and is well built. His eyes are a deep azul colored set. Many get lost in his eyes even people of his own race get lost in them. But what was his race? It was obviously not human as he himself knew this. He knew every piece of information he was born with. The knowledge to walk, talk and make choices. He moves seemingly graceful for a man, well that was one of the perks, that makes one seem perfect. He was an embodiment of perfection, but he had the one quirk that will make anyone run away no matter how perfect he seemed. He drank the life force from the living, now many think this is blood, but he drains something that is not seen to us humans. He is in a league of his own on this. Most of his race is vampires, but then after some time, the vampire turns to a wraith, but most are killed before then though. How did he live this long, it’s anyone’s guess on that.
He walked around the countless people to find what the source of this party was about, he found there was none. It seemed almost like someone started to play some music and the party carried on for miles it seemed. He finds no end to this, but he decides to look around for something to do. He does not know what he is, so he does not know why he hungers for something to eat, but the foods he sees shows no sign of want toward what they had out. He walks into a dance club where surprisingly it was not as party central as the streets as he walks around and he runs into a young woman who had several gashes on her body from someone cutting her with a small pocket knife. He stops her and looks her wounds over. His human side kicked in and his anger flared, for a split second he seemed to be more like the devil than the embodiment of perfection.
“Who did this?”
He asked with a look of determination and piercing, which made this woman freeze in his hands, she shook in his hands for a moment and pointed out the one who did it. This man who had the knife still in hand and was bragging about cutting something, probably her, and this ticked the wraith off more so. He walks over to the human and with one strike from his left fist took the human out leaving his cheek, nose, and lips to start bleeding as teeth on the humans right side were missing, almost all of them were gone too. The man’s friends who had not know his teeth were knocked in got up and most tried to tackle the wraith and the wraith, well he started to really brawl as he swung left to right hitting more than one person at a time. One human hit him with a chair this only served his anger and he took the chair from the guy and broke the metal chair and the human’s skull open. The human’s brains splattering from the opening of his skull. As the wraith looks to see if anyone else was going to come after him. He saw no one. Then all of a sudden he feels something sharp pierce his skin and he yells in pain. The wraith now remembering things, but he didn’t care. He snapped and lost all thought process. He pulls the large blade from his back letting it hit the ground. He turns to see a female vampire. He raised an eyebrow as he saw a vampire standing there knowing what this creature was as he also knows who. A former lover of his, he looks surprised now more than angered. He clenches his fists until his hands bled. He remembers the long time spent together as he also remembers the hurtful thing she has done. It was forsaken him when he needed her the most, she like everyone else turned on him upon saving a female hunter. He then snaps out of the painful memories.
“What the hell are you doing here Jasmine!?”
The wraith asked the vampire with a cold and a tone that sends shivers down every ones spine, including the vampire’s.
“I’m here to kill you for treason against the committee of wraiths and vampires Diablo. So just die already so I don’t have to look into a traders face anymore.”
Diablo the name of this wraith committed treason, he helped out a hunter in battle, he of course did not know this at the time, but he refused to kill the hunter. This is why he was called into question and declared a traitor. Diablo though was no coward and could have killed anyone in the room, but Jasmine was his weakness. Back then, but she has sadly mistaken his first warning for a second chance to kill him. Diablo wasted no more time and he picks up the sword and plunges it into Jasmines heart and twists the blade. Jasmine’s body starts to dry and decay in a matter of seconds as Diablo pulls the blade from her heart. Diablo smirks wickedly as he looks around and he begins killing in massive quantities and everyone running and screaming now. It breaks into the streets where the party carried on as Diablo kills countless of people. Diablo was a mass murdering kind of guy when he lost his cool and sanity, which is the price he must pay for killing one of his kind. It was a lot like a security measure that most do not break through. Most questioned if it was true or not, well their answer lays with Diablo now. As the party is turned into a blood bath all Diablo does is laugh as he kills hundreds, upon hundreds of humans.
Hunters begin to enter Seattle knowing they were in for some real trouble, even though they could lift three tons with ease, Diablo as a wraith alone was ten times stronger than a hunter, but with this boost of insanity he was not only strong, but he also was willing to put his life on the line to kill until he is dead. One hunter was not like the rest of the hunters, but he is a vampire. Close to becoming a wraith, this man is known as Frost. Frost is almost seven feet tall, with a very large build from body building when he was a human with a normal life, until a vampire came into his life and he had to kill for the first time. He soon joined the hunters and was trained to fight vampires and wraiths. Frost also was bitten and he became a vampire as well as he had his hunter abilities and then on top of that he gained the strengths of vampires and only one of their weakness’ which is sun light. Although a large amount of sun block actually does the trick. Frost got ready in the back of the truck they were in. He put on armor light weight and easy to move in. He picked up his own sword that he himself forged and he calls it “Death”. Frost had made Death almost like a scythe, but he made a sword with a scythe end and blade that went down the area of what would be the handle. His handle was that of a sword and he begins to walk off of the truck as it moved. He jumped down and landed on the ground without falling. He began to make his way to Diablo.
Diablo continues his killing and knows there are hunters on their way so he fills up on food as he drains anyone and everyone of their life force and he was now at his strongest point. He was also faster and tougher now that he had his fill of life. Diablo is met by twelve low ranking hunters. Diablo laughs as if they were the only hunters he knew of, but he knew there were plenty more. Diablo disappears from the hunters sights as Diablo slices all of their heads off before they could blink. Diablo smirks and laughs as the hunters blood spills to the floor. Diablo sits back and waits for the rest of them. He also took out the lights so that his appearance would be harder to see since as a wraith in the darkness them and their clothes become hidden, not invisible but close to it. A hooded robe appears on his body as his feet and face become invisible as his hands are visible but barely as he holds the sword in his hand, this changes as well. It becomes longer and thin. It was a dual handed katana now. The blade is ten feet long as the handle is two feet long as well. The metal is black as the handle is laced with red lacing. Diablo’s eyes begin to glow a deep blackish purple as a black gas rises from his eyes as well. Diablo was now what his race calls a wraith of insanity.
Diablo is met by more hunters. He slices them one time and a link between Diablo and the hunter is formed as he drains the life force from the hunter and quickly. Diablo kills all of the hunters with ease as he drains them of their life force. He smirks knowing there is only one left now. Diablo begins to laugh insanely. As he does the last and final hunter is on his approach. But he is stopped by five wraiths of no importance; they were just five wraiths who had a plan on how to deal with this wraith of insanity. They told Frost to drain them of their blood. After some arguing he agrees to it. Frost gaining more power and his form changed too as his skin became almost a golden tone, as his eyes became golden and slit pupils like a cats eyes. Frost with his new powers became what the hunters will now call a wraith of judgment. Normally one of the vampire race would turn insane for killing one of their kind, but Frost bypassed this by the fact he still had a hunters blood in him as well, with that he is now a new race and could even be considered a divine being. Frost had changed, but his sword also changed as well. Death was now made of a white metal and is also longer and the end part of the blade that hooked out like a scythe blade was much longer than before as the handle is two feet long and is laced with gold lacing.
Diablo makes note of a new presence in the battle field. He smirks wickedly as he had his fill and was now making his way towards Frost. Frost as well was heading towards Diablo and their speeds matched, they meet each other face to face in front of the Space Needle. Frost notes the people in the towering building. Diablo made note too, as he with one swing from right to left as his sword in his left hand sends a wave of energy that makes a large gap in the side as the building now unstable starts to moan in pain as it begins to fall. Diablo moves from the area as Frost growls as he wastes no time as he moves as quick as he can as he gets out all but one human who was suicidal in any case as well as someone who deserved to die. Frost would not receive any trash about it though. Frost having saved the people from the falling Space Needle looks around, as he turns a fist comes from nowhere and is planted to his cheek sending his face crashing into the concrete floor as the humans begin to run. Frost’s face leaves an imprint in the concrete as well as makes a small creator from the amount of strength in the strike. Diablo wastes little time to continue the assault as he grabs Frost’s golden hair lifting his head up and slamming his face back into the concrete as he does so again and again as Frost now enraged lets out a pulse of energy that pushes Diablo back ten feet. With this time Frost gains he is up to his feet and has his sword in hand. Frost makes a slash from his upper left to his lower right. The sword is stopped by Diablo’s katana as Diablo holds Frost off with their swords clashing in the midpoint of the blades Frost sees something and slide his blade over until the scythe like hook reached Diablo as it cut into Diablo as Frost also pulled further tossing the katana from Diablo’s hands as Frost flips the blade around. With the blade facing Diablo again Frost side steps into a slash on Diablo only to have it only graze the skin as Diablo now was slightly angered as he does not even attempt to grab the katana. Frost does not care though he wants to end this as soon as possible, but it will not end that soon. Diablo stops the next slash with his bare hands and disarms Frost of Death. Frost let Death go and spun with the momentum and kicks Diablo on the temple of his head. This kick could have made a creator ten feet wide in diameter as well as ten feet deep.
Diablo is sent flying hitting the ground and skipping along as he soon rolls to a stop. Frost wanting to end it all was already on the move as he makes it to Diablo before he could get up. Frost tackles Diablo to the ground and as Frost holds onto Diablo he drains Diablo of his life force as he does so it seems the weather begins to kick up and it begins to rain heavily as thunder ensues as the rain comes down hard onto the two. It takes an hour but Frost finally drains the last of Diablo’s life energy as Frost changes yet again. He begins to warp as his body tries to figure out what to be, a wraith of insanity or a wraith of judgment. The powers finally settle as Frost is now something different. His left eye turns deep purple as his right eye stays golden and his body turns invisible as his eyes start glowing and a white robe appears on him. Frost’s hands are white and can be seen, but just his hands though not his arms. He stands now eight feet tall and still had the monstrous build like he did when he was a human. Frost begins to walk off as Death was now bigger and is twice the size it was and has more scythe like hooks that are going down the blade and Death floats next to Frost as Death speaks. “And thus Frost the Celestial Wraith walks to become the first member of the high counsel of wraiths.”
COMMENTS
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phantomsgrief
14:04 Jan 30 2011
all i have to say is this is a very wonderful story and i hope when you have the time that you will write more..
thank you for sharing it with me