Please do not post here, but on the feedback thread. Comments, critique, and questions are welcome. It's A Long Story Prologue "Pitter patter. Pitter patter. The rain was said to wipe away all your worries, but the blood drenched child knew it was a lie. The rain amplified her fears, one rain drop at a time. Pitter patter. Pitter patter. Foot steps echoed across the small village. The rain had put out the few lanterns that were on. The child glanced around, her eyes accustomed to the dark. Her mother was dead to her left, slashed from shoulder to stomach. Her dead elven father, on her right, still had a silent scream in his face. There was a crossbow bolt through his heart. A knight approached the small child, smiling. "What is wrong child? Mommy and Daddy hurt?" The girl simply stood up. Desperately she kicked the knight, but just stubbed her bare toe. "Stupid girl," he grinned evilly "this fate was a warning to stop the vile...half-breeds like yourself!" The girl walked a step closer, and the dark man stabbed her foot with his sword-blood gushed out- and that was the last straw. He could take it no more, and as the moon rose and the girl bled, he bit deep into her neck to suck her life essence, dark, crimson red blood, an-" •••••••••• The Story Teller was interrupted. "Uhm. This is just a stupid story like Twilight." A teenager said, snickering. He had black hair swept into his eyes. He was looking at the Story Teller, whom had dark red hair reaching the front of her yellow Godzilla T-Shirt. "Stupid ginger," he muttered. "Hey! I heard that!" she countered. "It wasn't always red. It used to be brown, a long time ago..." she seemed to be remembering something but then stopped. "Anyways, please stop interrupting." "So, as I was saying..." ••••••••• The former paladin sucked the girl's blood, but left her parents alone because people were coming. The blood lay pooled about, soaking into the girl's hair to make it a fierce crimson red. That was the first unusual thing. The next was that surprisingly, the girl didn't die. She became a child of the night, creature of the shadow. A vampire! But now townsfolk were staring horrified at what they saw. This child, no more then sixteen, had killed her parents! But all they heard were sobs... •••••••••• "Lame alert! WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP!" the boy yelled out. "Shut up! It gets better!" the Story Teller practically snarled. "Whatever. I could of been playing Black Ops with my friends, but nooo! What a loss of twenty bucks!" There was silence. "Never. Tell me. About losses." she whispered solemnly. "Sooo, when does it get better?" he slowly asked. "Soon. But you must understand- it's a long story. "
Chap. 1 "So we meet again, half-breed." an armored man said cooly. He regarded the figure before him with distrust. "Indeed, Sir Loin Steak." The half-elf before him replied, giggling. "For the LAST time! My name is Sir Lynn!" Sir Lynn snarled. They stalked each other across the town-centre. It was but an hour after dusk, and no mortal soul was awake, save one, waiting in the shadows of an alley. The town-centre was ovular in shape with a notice board in the middle. A strong breeze blew a flyer nailed to the notice board across the sky until in landed at the half-elf's feet.
Poizynus frowned. She most certainly did NOT part her hair on the right, but on the left, to help conceal a scar on her cheek. Otherwise, however, the wanted poster reflected her likeliness extremely well, for a bad sketch artist. "Stop admiring your self and look at me! Sir Lynn! Former guardsman of-" "But dear knight, Lynn is a girl's name!" The half-elf female interrupted with a smirk. Seeing her chance, she quickly threw a shuriken at Sir Loin Steak- •••••••••• "Don't you mean Sir Lynn?" The teenager asked. The Story Teller seemed confused, before correcting her error. ••••••••••• Seeing her chance, she quickly threw a shuriken at Sir Lynn. He was hit so that it sliced through his boot and into his foot. Lynn howled in pain, oblivious to his flame-headed attacker's next move-blowing a whistle! •••••••••• "BLOWING a WHISTLE?" the talkative teenager interrupted. "Can you at least TRY to not say something every five sentences?" The modern-day bard was clearly annoyed, as she accidentally knocked over her glass of pomegranate juice. Before it clattered to the ground, the Story Teller expertly caught it. "Woah!" the teenager was immensely relieved. He did NOT want to clean up the Library's carpet. The carpet had been specially picked to go with the mahogany bookshelves in the circular presentation room. There were three couches in a semi-circle near the middle of the room, with a chair and table in front of the semi-circle. The Story Teller was sitting at the chair, while the black-haired, brown eyed teen jock was lounging on the couches. He wore a football hoodie that zipped up, and athletic shorts. "Um, what did you say your name was?" the boy asked. "You can call me Alice," the young woman replied after a moment's thought. "and what would your name be, my talkative costumer?" "Geoff." "You don't say! I knew some one named Geoff. I wonder what happened to him. Anyways..." ••••••••••• The vampiric rogue blew into the whistle, but no sound seemed to come out! Sir Lynn was coming after her with superhuman speed, and before she could recover, he was pinning her to the ground. "So, child. Did you ever get a name for your pathetic existence?" Lynn asked, then spit in her face. "I did. My name is Poizynus Feingz. As it said on that poster. Nice to know I'm well known. By the way, you can call him-" she pointed up "-Wolfgang." Poizynus leaned back and kicked with all her might, sending Lynn flying backwards to be caught in the grip of bear like jaws springing from a nearby alley. The creature that caught Lynn was as large as a grizzly bear, but in actuality a wolf! He had a saddle on his back, and a leather collar that read "WOLFGANG-Return to Poizynus Feingz if found. 100 gold reward." His eyes were lava-red. His left ear was nastily torn, and his grey fur coated body covered in scars from battles past. "Esquisit work, my friend!" Poizynus yelled with glee. "Wait...this IS like Twilight! You have wolves and vampires fighting and stuff! How do I know you aren't stealing Stephanie Meyer's ideas?" The boy challenged. "Listen, George." "Geoff." "What ever. This story has been along for a much greater time then Twilight. How would you know what happens in Twilight, anyway?" the Story Teller rolled her eyes, while Geoff blushed. "Esquisit work, my friend!" Poizynus yelled with glee. But just then, Lynn jumped out of Wolfgang's mouth! He ran away faster then Poizynus could catch him, but a jagged fragment of his blue-grey armor was left behind. His voice was heard through out the whole village- "When will this end, Poizynus? You will never catch me." Poizynus answered back as she picked up the fragment. "I can try."
Chap. 2 "Wolfgang...can you trace the scent on this scrap of metal?" Poizynus asked as she held out the armor fragment. Luckily, her hand was protected by leather gloves, that matched her leather armor. The armor itself was very plain, long breeches and a short-sleeved top, that included leather vambraces. But to protect her self from the sun, our vampiric protagantist wore a long black cloak and hood. Across Poizynus's waist she had a belt holding numerous pouches, and two large canteens that made a 'swish, swoosh' noise when she walked. Wolfgang turned his large head to the east, where a magic school was located a week's travel away-about three and a half days for Wolfgang. "So he wants a mageling, eh?" Poizynus leaped into Wolfgang's saddle. "Onward, Wolfie!" And they were off. As they ran through the small village, however, Poizynus couldn't help but notice a pair of eyes, watching her. By three days' time Wolfie and Poizynus were camping outside the Magic School of Migin. The way this magical world was set up, is difficult to describe. The environment was mostly plains and woods, but there were several rivers running south, parallel to each other, earning the area the name "The Slashes". The Slashes were five rivers. In between the first and second river were, in order from North to South, The Cities of Remnot, Flyrgen, and Waimek, along with several villages. Between the second and third rivers were mighty mountains. In the middle of the third and fourth rivers, were many ports, and the capital city of Migin, which the Magic School of Migin is a day's travel from. Between the fourth and fifth river was a desolate area called the Wastelands. The terrain was rocky and dry, and it was rumored that Drow lived beneath it's surface. Unlike stereotypical magic schools, the School here was not a tower, but more of a dome in shape. The Dome, as we shall call it, was made of large chunks of stone and earth. Poizynus confidently strode up to the Dome's large, brass doors. It was noon, and her hood was almost blown back by the strong wind. Holding her cloak in one hand, the eccentric half-elf knocked on the door with her other. "Ow," Poizynus whispered "they sure don't make it easy on the knuckle." The doors opened and a wise looking, middle-aged man stepped out. "That is because there is a knocker. That you obviously didn't use. " he spoke with a suspicious tone in his voice. "I am searching for someone, have you seen a man come this way, with greying brown hair, blue eyes, and wearing blue-grey platemail with a hole in the side, possibly with teeth marks?" The man's eyes narrowed. "He took a Mage with him for protection...told me that who ever asked for him...was a felon!" Poizynus thought for a moment. "Is helping fellow half-elves a felony, now? Indeed, that is very strict. I'll have to talk to the Council when I get back. And you seem to not know who I am. For shame! I'm quite famous in Migin, actually, perhaps you could-" Guards came, binding Poizynus and Wolfie. A muzzle was put on the large dire wolf, and it was thought to gag the half-elf since she would not shut up, a trait common in her race. They began the march to the Dome's dungeon; a dismal place with eight cells and not much light. Finally, after much pestering, the guards let Poizynus take a long swig from her canteen. "What exactly is in there, prisoner?" one guardsman asked. "If you want to know, it's blood. " Poiz said as she splashed some in his face. The guards nearly vomited, making Poizynus giggle. "Did you...kill them?" one cautiously asked. "Of course not. I don't see the point in needless killing. What am I, a monster?!" Poizynus thought a moment. "Wait. I am. Sorry. Anyways, while they're sleeping I put a small cut on their arm. I let the blood go into my canteen for a while, but then bandage their arm for them. It's quite humane. " she finished. After walking a while, Poizynus was thrown in a dungeon cell, with Wolfie across from her. He whimpered as a Mage student came down to guard them. The student had grey eyes, he was obviously a warlock. However, it was a little difficult to see his eyes because of his shaggy hair, which was brown with red streaks. "You need a hair cut." Poizynus said out of boredom. "Your wolf needs a haircut." he countered. He had on a red blazer, and black trousers. His eyes seemed to almost envy Poizynus for being free to be wild as she pleased, as he obviously wanted nothing more then to let loose in this uptight school. "You realize I could pick the lock anytime I wanted to, right?" "Yes. Go a head and try." he answered, grinning. Poizynus gleefully pulled out a lockpick. "Your guards truly must search better. Anyways, when I can pick the lock, may I be free to go?" she questioned. "If." Poizynus happily set to work, and within moments she was out. The student chuckled. "What's so funny?" the thief asked. "I never," he laughed "said your wolf could go!" "Too late. " Poizynus had silently unlocked Wolfie's cage and muzzle. "Wha..?!" the male student exclaimed. He actually seemed to be not much older then Poizynus. "Now is your chance, Koo..koo..rice...?" Poizynus offered. "What an odd name. But, nonetheless, join me in my quest to avenge countless murders!" "It's Kakarias...how did you tell?" "It's on your blazer." Kakarias looked from the dungeon to the villain before him. Or was she a villain? She said she wanted to avenge murders... "Sure. It's better then going to detention for letting you escape." the young Warlock replied honestly. "Hop on Wolfie here." Poizynus and Karkarias climbed onto the monstrous mount's back. "Hang on tight!" the more experienced of the two commanded. Wolfgang burst through the stone wall, coming out in the middle of a large, circular room where mages, wizards, and warlocks were training aggressively. The teacher, who was a high elf, turned our heroes' way. "Escaped prisoners! Get them!" the high elf yelled in a spooky voice. The students didn't move, and eyed Kakarias with scared, wide eyes. "OR I'LL FAIL YOU!!" the elf shouted at the top of his lungs.
Chap 3-Part 1 Author's Note This chapter has blood and gore. If you do not have a strong stomach, I have put a at the beginning and ending of the gorey parts, so you may skip over them. ;P The fifty students charged at the dungeon escapees. Poiz froze with fear. I don't want to kill someone...! "POIZ!!" Kakarias yelled, snapping Poiz out of her fear-induced trance just in time to dodge a lightning bolt. Poiz looked to her left. Kakarias was dueling two Mages and a Wizard. To her right, Wolfgang was tearing through the different clones the teacher had summoned. "I feel useless..." Poizynus muttered in elven. The ceiling of the class room was partially glass, and as Poizynus was about to punch a Warlock, she saw a glitter half way across the room. Her thief instincts took over, and before she realized what she was doing, Poiz was ducking, dodging, and tumbling her way to the interesting treasure. In the hands of a dead Warlock was a beautiful elven scimitar. The blade seemed to twinkle and glow, with a razor sharp edge and a glorious engraving depicting a large viper. The scimitar's hilt was gold, and in flowing elven were the words "The Twin Snakes are Deadliest with Fangs". The pommel was a gorgeous orange gem. Poiz took the finely crafted blade. It was perfectly balanced, and the snake-skin grip molded perfectly to her hands. Satisfied with her new weapon, Poizynus turned to examine the battle. Wolfgang was occupying the students, swinging at them with his massive paws. Kakarias was having a mental battle with the high elf teacher, and the teacher seemed to be winning. Kakarias nodded to Poiz, and she understood his simple command. She lashed out at the over-confident teacher, and to her surprise the blade split into two scimitars-one for each hand. The Twin Snakes... The twin weapons bit deep into the elf's shoulder,s severing him from shoulders to hips in a X shaped wound. Blood gushed out of his maimed body, and Poizynus went into what only could be described as vampiric bloodrage. Her eyes turned red, the color of her hair. Poiz's mouth formed into a malicious snarl, her fangs elongating. With superhuman speed she dashed across the class room, using the Twin Snakes with deadly accuracy. Kakarias, Wolfie, and Poiz made a great team. Kakarias would use his magic to stun the enemy, Wolfie would knock them prone, then just as they were getting up Poiz decapitated them. Blood and entrails covered the floor of the room, with blood splattered on everyone's body. "Now I know why they call it a bloodbath!" Kakarias laughed. Poizynus, however hadn't heard him. She was busy drinking up every ounce of spilt blood, including the drops on her self. When she got to the high elf,she transferred his blood to the second canteen, mumbling something about fine dining for special occasions. Wolfie whimpered. Poiz quickly ran over to him and began brushing him lovingly. "I'm sorry Wolfie. I should have taken care of you first. I-I don't know what came over me...the bloodlust..." she shuddered. Kakarias glanced around at the bodies soaking in blood for a while, then swore. "$
Chap 3 Part 2 They were riding past a forest, when Poizynus took two shuriken out of her boot. Kakarias gave her a quizzical look, but Poiz put a finger to her mouth for silence. A soft rustle, virtually undetectable, was heard. Patting Wolfie twice on the head, Poiz told him to stop, which he did. Suddenly, a blowgun was heard popping out deadly darts. Several implanted themselves in Poiz's neck. Kakarias looked mortified, but Poiz just plucked them out. By the time she did that, there were three in her face, five in her chest, not to mention one that went right between her eyes. A out of place shadow could barely be seen, and Poiz threw the shuriken at an unknown target. "Cmon!" she shouted back to Kakarias as she ran towards the target. Kakarias set of running after her. What have I gotten myself into now? The young warlock thought. They entered a clearing, to find that, with no one awake to direct Wolfgang, he had taken them outside the mountains. In the clearing, the size of a small room, stood a bewildered human teenager. He wore a hood and cloak, but the hood was pulled back, revealing short black hair and brown eyes. "Don't move or I'll dart your friend, half-breed." the young man said, holding his blowgun at the ready, aimed at Kakarias. "Now Geoff, is that anyway to treat your mentor?" Poiz spoke charmingly, after looking at the assassin's face for a bit. The moon shone down through the trees, and the half-elf drew back her hood. Geoff shrugged. "Buisness is buisness. And right now, my task is to assassinate you, Feingz." He drew out a Holy Symbol of Kramesh, the God of Light. Poizynus fell to the ground, writhing in pain. "Stop that! You're hurting her!" Kakarias exclaimed. "No @
This is what should be Chap 3 Part 1. Sorry for the inconvenience. Chap 3-Part 1 Author's Note This chapter has blood and gore. If you do not have a strong stomach, I have put a at the beginning and ending of the gorey parts, so you may skip over them. ;P The fifty students charged at the dungeon escapees. Poiz froze with fear. I don't want to kill someone...! "POIZ!!" Kakarias yelled, snapping Poiz out of her fear-induced trance just in time to dodge a lightning bolt. Poiz looked to her left. Kakarias was dueling two Mages and a Wizard. To her right, Wolfgang was tearing through the different clones the teacher had summoned. "I feel useless..." Poizynus muttered in elven. The ceiling of the class room was partially glass, and as Poizynus was about to punch a Warlock, she saw a glitter half way across the room. Her thief instincts took over, and before she realized what she was doing, Poiz was ducking, dodging, and tumbling her way to the interesting treasure. In the hands of a dead Warlock was a beautiful elven scimitar. The blade seemed to twinkle and glow, with a razor sharp edge and a glorious engraving depicting a large viper. The scimitar's hilt was gold, and in flowing elven were the words "The Twin Snakes are Deadliest with Fangs". Poiz took the finely crafted blade. It was perfectly balanced, and the snake-skin grip molded perfectly to her hands. Satisfied with her new weapon, Poizynus turned to examine the battle. Wolfgang was occupying the students, swinging at them with his massive paws. Kakarias was having a mental battle with the high elf teacher, and the teacher seemed to be winning. Kakarias nodded to Poiz, and she understood his simple command. She lashed out at the over-confident teacher, and to her surprise the blade split into two scimitars! The Twin Snakes...! The twin weapons bit deep into the elf's shoulder, severing him from shoulder to hip. Blood gushed out of his maimed body, and Poizynus went into what only could be described as vampiric bloodrage. Her eyes turned red, the color of her hair. Poiz's mouth formed into a malicious snarl, her fangs elongating. With superhuman speed she dashed across the class room, using the Twin Snakes with deadly accuracy. Kakarias, Wolfie, and Poiz made a great team. Kakarias would use his magic to stun the enemy, Wolfie would knock them prone, then just as they were getting up Poiz decapitated them. Blood and entrails covered the floor of the room, with blood splattered on everyone's body. "Now I know why they call it a bloodbath!" Kakarias laughed. Poizynus, however hadn't heard him. She was busy drinking up every ounce of spilt blood, including the drops on her self. When she got to the high elf,she transferred his blood to the second canteen, mumbling something about fine dining for special occasions. Wolfie whimpered. Poiz quickly ran over to him and began brushing him lovingly. "I'm sorry Wolfie. I should have taken care of you first. I-I don't know what came over me...the bloodlust..." she shuddered. Kakarias glanced around at the bodies for a while, then swore. "$4@! I have to get the spellbooks before they're ruined!!" •••••••••• "Y'know when Poiz was like that, it seemed preeeetty similar to Naruto." Geoff raised his eyebrow. "My god, Jeffrey! For the last time, this story is original! Shut UP!" "Geoff." The tall teen corrected quietly. Alice took a long drink from her pomegranate juice. She smiled. "That is some high quality b-juice. I said juice. Stop looking at me. Now, if you'll allow me to continue...?" •••••••••• After the battle, Wolfie broke through the stone wall again, and this time they were outside. They had been riding east, but now the trail led north; towards the Great Plains. Poiz was being unusually quiet. "What's the matter, tired?" Kakarias asked in a concerned tone. "It's just..." Poizynus answered "I've never killed someone before...to end their life just because they oppose us..." Kakarias remained silent. "Those students...they had so much ahead of them. Leading a long and happy life, get married, have kids! And for what purpose?! So that I can get vengeance for my parents? Maybe, three other families that were murdered? What have I done, Kakarias! Fifty lives are lost forever..." Kakarias heard Poiz sniffle. "If it's any help..." he answered back "there are necromancers in the school. They can bring them back." Poizynus wiped her eyes. "R-really?" "Yes." Kakarias responded. He couldn't believe how she could be a battle machine one minute, and the next sobbing childishly. The two fell asleep, immensely exhausted from the previous fight.
Chap 3 Part 2 They were riding past a forest, when Poizynus took two shuriken out of her boot. Kakarias gave her a quizzical look, but Poiz put a finger to her mouth for silence. A soft rustle, virtually undetectable, was heard. Patting Wolfie twice on the head, Poiz told him to stop, which he did. Suddenly, a blowgun was heard popping out deadly darts. Several implanted themselves in Poiz's neck. Kakarias looked mortified, but Poiz just plucked them out. By the time she did that, there were three in her face, five in her chest, not to mention one that went right between her eyes. A out of place shadow could barely be seen, and Poiz threw the shuriken at an unknown target. "Cmon!" she shouted back to Kakarias as she ran towards the target. Kakarias set of running after her. What have I gotten myself into now? The young warlock thought. They entered a clearing, to find that, with no one awake to direct Wolfgang, he had taken them outside the mountains. In the clearing, the size of a small room, stood a bewildered human teenager. He wore a hood and cloak, but the hood was pulled back, revealing short black hair and brown eyes. "Don't move or I'll dart your friend, half-breed." the young man said, holding his blowgun at the ready, aimed at Kakarias. "Now Geoff, is that anyway to treat your mentor?" Poiz spoke charmingly, after looking at the assassin's face for a bit. The moon shone down through the trees, and the half-elf drew back her hood. Geoff shrugged. "Buisness is buisness. And right now, my task is to assassinate you, Feingz." He drew out a Holy Symbol of Kramesh, the God of Light. Poizynus fell to the ground, writhing in pain. "Stop that! You're hurting her!" Kakarias exclaimed. "No @
"No @%$# Warlock!" Geoff scoffed as he blew a tranquilizer dart at Kakarias, knocking him out. Geoff touched the Holy Symbol, a Star, to Poiz's exposed forearm. It seared through her skin, leaving behind a skull-shaped, blistering wound. "This is a warning from the Assassins' Guild. Do not steal from us again, Feingz. Or your precious dire wolf is next." Geoff whispered in Poiz's ear. Geoff dashed through the forest from tree top to tree top. My superiors will be pleased. Feingz will most likely die tonight. I care not if she trained me with shuriken, she is a but a rock blocking the path of be becoming the Guildmaster.
Chap. 4 Wolfgang watched Kakarias feed Master soup. Master has been sleeping for days. Wolfgang wonders when Master will wake up. Wolfgang remembers that Wolfgang used to sleep in big den. Scary non-Masters came and killed Wolfgang's brothers... Moonlight shone down on the wolf den. Three wolf cubs were inside, sleeping. The mother wolf had gone out to hunt, not knowing the danger of the five human children she had seen, until they beat her to death. The five children had gone out to the forest to prove they were strong to each other. They had taken sturdy sticks with them for weapons, and using them to clear away branches. Before long, the group of fourteen year olds had reached the den. "Shayn...this isn't a good idea." one whispered to their leader. "Are you a wussy, Dunham?" Shayn challenged. "N-no sir!" "Then go kill one of those cubs." "B-but Shayn! I've seen...eyes...in the forest. Golden ones, and they watch us. Hunt us!" Dunham whimpered. "Fine. I'll show you there's nothin' to be a-scared of!" Shayn declared with a smirk. He wrapped his stick in cloth from his grey tunic, then lit it with a match. Grasping his newly made torch, Shayn went inside. The den was large, roughly four and a half feet tall, and four feet in diameter. Inside where three cubs, each with grey fur and red eyes. Shayn took his stick and began beating one violently. First the cub's rib cage cracked, piercing it's lungs. It gave out a small cry as it coughed blood, then died. Smoke filled the room as the body burned. Seeing it was safe, two more boys went in, crouching. Between the two boys, the second cub was maimed severely-broken jaw, legs, and back. It slowly bled. Satisfied with their work, the three boys turned to the last pup. "S-Shayn!!" Dunham called out from outside. "Help!!" Quickly the gang got out of the den, and saw that the two boys they had left as guards were held captive by a girl not much older then them. She wore a tattered leather dress, and was barefooted. Her bright red hair was pushed back, and her golden eyes glared at Shayn. "You must be pretty daft, girl. Trying to keep my gang members held by their shirt collars. C'mon over here, Dunham. Nothin's stoppen you. " Shayn ordered. The two teens were lightly held by the collar of their shirts, but they didn't move. Shayn noticed her half-elf ears. "A-scared of a half-breed?" "Actually," the girl finally spoke "I'm not a half-breed, per-say. Half-elf. Half-human. Full..." She paused for effect. "Vampire." Shayn's eyes widened horror. However, the boy next to him didn't flinch. "What's a vampire?" he asked. "Them vampires' got poisonous fangs!" another chimed in. "I'll let you go...but leave me your leader. " she bargained. Everyone ran off. Shayn shaked in his boots as the vampire approached him coolly. His eyes darted to where his gang had gone. "Don't think of escape," the girl whispered in Shayn's ear. She led him into the den, where two pups were still alive. The beaten one was in extreme pain, it was evident with it's broken limbs. Blood and vomit covered the ground. The third cub was hiding in the far end of the room. "Look at him." the vampire pointed to the abused cub "Are you proud? Will your father and mother smile when they see what you have done?" Shayn shook his head in shame, muttering "No ma'm." She walked over and took out a small dagger from her belt, which had many pouches and belts. The apparent monster put the cub out of it's misery. "Now, listen, kid." the flame-headed girl grimly said as she picked up the last pup. "You will remember what happened today. Tell all your little "gang" members that if they @$#€ something up just for the heck of it, you're gonna have to deal with these poisonous fangs of mine." After that speech, the child left, dashing into the trees to care for the traumatized wolf cub. Shayn quickly left, and did as he was told. Word quickly spread through the small town, that the flame-headed girl was a vampire with "poisonous fangs". A few days later, Shayn's father received a bundle with a dead wolf cub in it, with a note saying that his son did this. Shayn promptly got several thrashings. Every once in a while she would appear, and people would throw rotten fruit at "that kid with the fangs". (Once the local cleric tried to crucify her. That didn't work too well.) Eventually, they gave up and accepted the fact they had to nail holy symbols to their doors. Master always had tough times. But none like this. Wolfgang hopes Master wakes up soon. Master's arm smells bad. Maybe Master is sleeping for cold months.
Chap 5 Kakarias was worried. He and Wolfgang had been in the clearing for a week, tending to Poiz with local herbs. Her left forearm wasn't healing as it should have been, and it spread a few inches. If it doesn't heal soon, we might need to amputate. Kakarias shuddered. Not only was Poiz's physical wound dreadful, but she kept mumbling about wolves and rotten tomatoes. And a person named Shayn. I wonder who Shayn is. Maybe she has a vampire boyfriend?That'd be weird. Honey, let's go out for blood tonight! I'll ask when Poiz wakes up. Or maybe not. Don't want to intrude her privacy. Meanwhile, in Poiz's brain, she was far from wondering about her love life. She was reliving when she first met Geoff, and what could've turned him from a funny assassin, to well, a dark assassin. It's not like an assassin could be good. When Poiz first met Geoff, it was well... It was very dark in the alleyway. However, Poiz had slight infra-red vision (she silently thanked her elven father), and could easily make out the Guild member following her. She didn't, however, notice his crossbow. Schlunk! The crossbow bolt imbeded itself into the brick wall, inches from the young vampire's head. "You have my attention." Poiz said as she turned around. Except at this point in time, she didn't have a name yet. A canine the size of a large dog turned around also, baring it's large teeth. "It has come to the attention of the Guild that there is a thief in Migin not currently a Guild member. The thief in question is of high skill level, slightly shorter then average height. Flaming red hair, and a half-elf. Known as Poizynus Feingz. Are you the aforementioned thief?" The assassin asked in a very monotone voice, as though he had to practice it until every word was perfected. "Poizynus Feingz, you say? What an...ironic...name to be given." she replied with a grin. "And I do believe I haven't heard of the Guild. What is it?" "A thief and assassin organization. I am Geoff. You are to train me with shuriken." he responded, obviously not wanting to ever use throwing stars. "Fine. What time is good?" "Time to wake up." Geoff spoke in a different voice. "Wake up, Poiz!" it sounded familiar. "She's not waking. It may be too late." an unfamiliar female voice spoke. "No, Quarin. Hear her mumble." another strange voice, calm and serene. "Do we need to amputate?" this time it was definitely Kakarias. "If she doesn't awaken in the next ten minutes, yes." replied the serene voice. Poiz snapped back to reality. "NOT MY PICKPOCKET HAND!" she shouted as she jerked her head up. She saw Wolfgang begin to wag his massive tail, nearly knocking over two elven maidens. One had flowing white robes, and copper hair that contrasted to a silvery amulet around her neck. The other had rosy cheeks, and pale white hair. She wore elven ranger armor, and had seemed very calm, as it showed in her voice. Kakarias rolled his eyes "Of course you're worried about pickpocketing instead of losing a limb." he chuckled. "How long have I been out?" Poiz asked the elves. "About a week, half-human." the one with rosy cheeks answered. "I am Ithûriel, this is my companion Quarin. We are high elves of the Plains. I sensed a disturbance, so we came to help. You are lucky. If Quarin was not here, you would have died. " Ithûriel spoke with a strong elven accent, making Common sound much more flowing then normal. ••••••••• Geoff started laughing. Alice was frustrated. "What now?" she sighed. "Ithûriel sensed a disturbance in the Force!" Geoff explained between laughs. Alice shook her head. After a while, Geoff calmed down, then looked at his watch. "Holy crap! It's five o'clock! I gotta go!" Geoff picked his bag off the floor and headed to the door. Alice coughed. Geoff didn't notice. This time she coughed quite loud. "What?!" Geoff asked. "No tip?" Geoff grumbled, and handed over five dollars. "Thank you," Alice said as she picked up her juice and left behind Geoff. -- After walking for a while, Alice arrived at her apartment building. She walked up the stairs until she arrived at apartment 206. She pulled a key out of her jeans, then walked into a medium sized room. Against the wall was a sky blue futon, set up as a bed with white sheets on it. Across from the makeshift bed was a coffee table with a large sack on it, and a small, diamond shaped piece of obsidian. Alice went to one of two small rooms connected to the "bedroom", the kitchen. On the counter was a jar labeled "Money for New York". Alice opened the lid, then put the twenty-five dollars inside. She opened the small mini-fridge, and poured herself some juice. There were several other gallon sized bottles of juice, but other then that there was no food. Alice checked her watch. 6:34, almost time for her "night job".
Chap 6 The next day was bright, hot, and sunny. Geoff was waiting at the Library around noon, anxious to hear more of Alice's story, although he would never admit it. A half-hour went by, and just when Geoff was thinking Alice wouldn't come, she entered the Library wearing a hoodie with the hood up, long jeans, and sunglasses. Her hands were in the pocket of her hoodie. "Uh, it's summer. Why the $@%# are you wearing that?" Geoff asked impatiently. "I get sunburnt easily," she answered back. "very easily." They walked into the presentation room, and Alice began to continue the story. •••••••••• Poiz attempted to stand up. She swayed a bit, then hopped on Wolfgang. "And where do you think you're going?" Quarin asked. "I've been out for a while. I can't let Lynn get away!" Feingz shouted back. Ithûriel interrupted. "You won't be going any where until your arm has healed." "It can't heal. Not a holy wound." Poiz explained. "Only non-vampire people heal from holy wounds." Poiz got down and retrieved her bags and scimitar. "Are you guys coming with me?" "If you prove that you should be the leader of this...quest, then I shall accompany you." Quarin answered coldy. Poiz grabbed the magical scimitar, and pulled it into the Twin Fangs as Quarin got out a long, black, snake-skin whip. Ithûriel, Kakarias and Wolfgang backed away to give them room. The two combatants stalked eachother, waiting for the right time to strike. Poiz faked a trip, and Quarin lashed out at Poiz's foot. It caught, and Poiz was pulled in to Quarin. Laying prone on the ground, Poiz slashed at Quarin's legs. The elf leaped back, causing Feingz's foot to unravel from the whip. Poiz quickly got up, and attempted to rush the high elf. Quarin side stepped at just the right time, but Poiz quickly changed direction and the two began battling furiously, Quarin being more defensive and Poizynus more offensive. "Quarin is holding up well." Ithûriel observed. "Yeah...she's amazing...!" Kakarias said with a dreamy look in his eyes. Poiz put away her scimitars, and pulled out shuriken. "Try to wrap your whip around these!" she shouted as two throwing stars flew out of her hands. They were easily blocked by Quarin, she just spread her arms out. But now more shuriken were flying through the air, and one pinned Quarin's arm to a tree because of her robes' long sleeves. As Quarin struggled to pull out the shuriken, Poiz walked up to her and put a scimitar near her neck. "I win!" Poiz grinned. "You fought very well. I wouldn't have won if my shuriken weren't attached to by hand by a string. It really helps your aim. Geoff never liked them, but I love throwing stars. I wonder why we call them-" "Shut up!" Quarin interrupted. She turned to Kakarias. "Is she always this much of a pest?!" "Uh huh." Kakarias replied, smiling. Quarin scoffed. "What are you smiling about?" "You just look pretty." He responded. Quarin rolled her eyes and walked away. "Soooo. Can we go? Now?" the half-elf asked pleadingly. "We should leave tomorrow morning." Ithûriel reasoned "It is nearly dark out." Poiz grumbled, but agreed. -- After setting up a tent for herself, Poiz laid on her bedroll, staring at a small twig. This is boring. I don't need to sleep right now. Maybe someone else is up. She stealthily crawled out of her tent and to the campfire, where she found Ithûriel. Poiz sat down on a log near the fire, opposite Ithûriel. "Couldn't sleep?" Poiz asked. "No. Your wolf snores." she responded. Wolfgang was in fact snoring quite loud. "So." Feingz said. "You don't talk too much do you?" Ithûriel turned to the rogue. "I don't have to, since you talk as much as three people. " "Right." There was a moment of silence before Poizynus spoke again. "Seems like Koo-koo-I mean Kakarias likes your friend Quarin," "Indeed. He finds her beautiful." Poiz fidgeted with her belt. "Is that so? I think I'll go to sleep now. Good night, Ithy!" the half-elf walked back to her tent. "Ithy?" Ithûriel whispered as she raised an eyebrow. She shrugged, then returned to her hammock.
Chapter 7 Poizynus Feingz couldn't help having nightmares, even if she was immortal, technically. Normally she had the same nightmare repeatedly-she was in a grand library with hundred of thousands, even millions of books. Each had a name written on it's velvet spine, written in various languages; common, elvish, dwarvish, even in the primitive symbols of the orcs. For hours and hours Feingz would search passionately through the books, looking for her book. She found Wolfgang's, which had his life story, and Lynn's too. Even Kakarias had one-everyone did. But Poizynus Feingz could not find her own, because she didn't know her true name. She could be named anything-human or elvish, even a mix. The agile and petite thief was only slightly annoyed with Lynn for killing her family, she didn't even remember them. But what he had taken from her was something more dear, and precious. For although Poiz did know she was a vampire, a thief, half human half elf, she still searched for the greatest treasure- Her identity. -- Poiz roamed the halls of the massive library boldy. When the nightmares first started, Poiz feared for being attacked, but now she knew that only she could be in the Library of Names, as she liked to call it. Out of the corner of her eye, however, she could have sworn that her shadow flickered. Poiz turned around, and saw that her shadow was waving slowly at her.
(continued from Chap 7) Up against the wall of book shelves Poiz's shadow stood waving at her. It's eyes glowed a deadly looking shade of purple as it spoke. "Enjoy your time being in control for it shall be very short. Very short, indeed...But for now, you must awake. A fight is imminent." Poizynus shot bolt upright in her tent, hearing the sound of a whip breaking the sound barrier. Hastily, she grabbed her scimitar and dashed out the tent opening. To her dismay, a battle played out before her golden eyes. Her companions were fighting for their lives against twenty assassins, clad in grey cloaks padded with iron chainmail. Two of the assassins, seeing the newly emerged combatant, dashed forwards to illuminate the new threat. Poizynus swore a curse at her own forgetfulness-she didn't grab her shuriken! Sighing, she pulled apart the elvish blade into the Twin Snakes. As Feingz fought off two assassins, Quarin and Ithûriel each had three, and two lied dead at their feet. In the close combat, Ithûriel had taken to stabbing the enemy with her arrows. Unfortunately, this didn't work to well,but when it did, it was extremely effective- thanks to rare elvish poison (Ithûriel dreaded when Poiz saw the poison. She could only imagine how long of a conversation that would be). Kakarias was shooting out bolts of blue energy, burning assassins to a crisp, but two had managed to get close enough for Melee, forcing the Warlock to battle with a magically summoned spear. Wolfgang was under a large net, and three assassins were trying to muzzle him. Poiz had killed one assassin, and was dueling with the other. They circled each other, waiting for the time to strike, then the assassin flung needles out of his hands. To his good fortune, they landed directly in Poiz's face. "For the love of...why does everyone aim for the face?!" she screamed as she got in a good cut on her opponent's leg. Blood oozed out on to his brown leather leggings, and Poiz's eye twitched. The assassin cried out in pain as he tried to prevent more blood from flowing out. No! Not again! I can't...won't...but it looks... so...deliciously appetizing! With bloodred eyes the crazed vampire tackled the assassin, and sucked him dry of all his blood. She got up and turned to the battle, then, grinning, she dashed off to help her elven companions. Feingz swooped in, and sliced through the assassins like a hot knife through butter, until all six were dead. Her work here done, she sprinted with inhuman speed to Wolgang. As she did so, however, one off the muzzlers got out a small holy symbol, and as Poiz approached, he held out, eyes closed, expecting it to not work. And when he heard a bloodcurdling scream, he thought it was his own. But when he opened his eyes and looked down, he saw a spasming rogue on the ground. A loud whimper could be heard across the campsite- Wolfgang had been muzzled. The assassins now shot at him with dart guns, until he was sedated. Finally, one took out a long blade... Poiz managed to scream out "NO!!!" But there was nothing she could do...
Chapter 8 "NO!!" Poiz screamed. Wolfgang tried to move, but the heavy sedatives coursing through his bloodstream caused his body to not respond. As the long, barbed blade slid through the back of Poiz's loyal companion, Wolfgang's last living thought was an old wolf saying. Ah, says Death, Cruel and Cold. So this is what happens to a Wolf so Bold. Were You Faithful, Loyal and True? If that's so, then They'll Honor You. Poiz's scream turned to sobs as her keen elven eyes saw Wolfgang's eyes glaze over, and his body crumble. •••••••••• "Uh, Alice? You alright there?" Geoff asked, raising an eyebrow. "Of course I am," Alice answered after wiping her eyes "why wouldn't I be?" "Because you're crying...?" "I most certainly am not." "You were. You were crying like a little baby!" Alice glanced up at Geoff, pulling down her sunglasses to get a better look. "Listen kid," she started "I am a lot older then you. You do not even know how old I am." Geoff looked confused. Alice seemed, to all extent, sixteen. "You're kidding." "Nope." "Then how old are you?" Alice smiled "Count all the stars you can see tonight. Add sixteen, multiply the number of books in this library, square that by 8, divide by how many times I've had my heart broken." "And how many times would that be?" "Just once," she replied quietly "just once."
Chapter 9 The sobs slowly stopped as Poiz recognized a figure standing over her. His long blade was held against her back, directly over her heart. "Move and you're dead, monster!" the man snarled cruelly. "You..." Poiz whispered. "You were the one...who killed him...you're the monster. " Black, greasy hair hung down on his face, which he slowly twisted around one finger. "Yeah, and I'm gonna kill you too, little b$@ch!" Poizynus glared up at him, her eyes a violent red. He murdered Wolfgang. One thrust of the blade... "No....no! You killed him...YOU KILLED HIM!! You're the monster...you're the monster!" Poizynus screamed as she forced herself up, impaling her back on the blade. As Poizynus straightened, the long and twisted blade ran directly through her heart and spine, and out the front. The greasy haired man almost vomited, but any display of weakness could prove fatal. Poiz's eye twitched. "Do you know how I found Wolfgang? Hmm? He was about to get beaten to death. Poor Wolfie watched his brothers get murdered. Oh, how many long years ago was that..." Poiz counted on her fingers for a few seconds "Just around a century and a half ago, I'd say." The assassin raised an eyebrow. Poizynus seemed, to all extent, sixteen. "And you robbed us of Wolfgang," she continued, taking a step forward. "YOU ROBBED US OF HIM!!!" Feingz sprinted forward, then side stepped and held her extended fangs to the back of his neck. A cold sweat now covered the assassin's face, and he shivered with fear. "Ah ah ah," Poiz snickered "move too much and my teeth just might pierce your neck. " "Now get on the ground. " The assassin dropped to the ground. "Good boy," Poiz taunted as she slowly pulled the blade out of her back. There was no blood, just a clean slice through her torso. Feingz then delicately put the blade against his back. "This is how you killed him," Poiz exclaimed in a wide-eyed frenzy "this is how he died!" She pushed down, and the curving blade pushed through the man's back and internal organs. Blood spewed everywhere, and as Poizynus grinned evilly and twisted the blade, she was soon drenched in crimson red blood. "Hmm," Poiz pondered as she looked around "I guess I'll need some more stitches."
Chapter 10 "Duuude!" Geoff exclaimed. "That was baaaad aaasssss!" Alice slightly smiled, more for Geoff to see than because of her own happiness. "But, why did Poiz say 'you robbed US of him?'" Geoff asked. "I cannot tell," Alice said "I shan't ruin the story." Alice checked her watch. 5:29pm. "I need to go," Alice responded to Geoff's raised eyebrow "I won't be able to come tomorrow, do you have an email account?" "Yeah, lemme write it down." "I'll email you a separate tale in the morning. Our current story cannot be...spread immensely." Geoff shrugged "Fine by me." ------ The next day, Alice woke up with a headache on the blue futon. "Ugh, it's happening already...?" She stood up, and grabbed all of the items on the table save one pad of paper and a pen. Alice locked the items in a safe inside the laundry room. Returning to the paper, Alice wrote 'drinks in fridge' and stuck it to the table. This went on for a while, with the collective notes saying 'drinks in fridge', 'email Geoff', ' and 'stay inside,it's very sunny'. The headache was getting worse. "Vy," Alice took a brown pill "you aren't coming out today. I need to email Geoff. " --- Alice walked out of her apartment and snuck into apartment 202, which was next to her own apartment. Walking over to the computer, Alice began clicking and typing very quickly. If anyone had counted how fast Alice typed, it would remain consistently at 124 words per minute. Alice's head throbbed with pain, but she just took a pill, gritted her teeth, and hit SEND EMAIL. --- To: geoffgeoffgeoff@gmail.com From: cookieclaus123@gmail.com Here is the tale: