Need Help!
Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 12:20 am
How did they findme? I covered my tracks so well. I was in my hotel room, when suddenly six maybe seven thralls burst into my room and attacked me. I barely managed to escape out the rear window and down a fire escape. I managed to slay four, maybe three for sure.
Their ambush was relentless and vicious like a pack of rabid dogs.
When I got to the alley i ran only to be assaulted by nearly a dozen more. This was no longer an ambush, this was a planned assassination! I was left with no other choice, despite my healing wounds I proceeded to battle on, carving my escape route through the army of thralls.
Forgive me my friends, I was left with no other choice.
By the time I was half way through the mob, te remaining thralls from above had joined the fray. I had no choice but to unleash Deathkiss in all her glory. One by one my would be assassins fell, soon the alley was stained red with the blood of their corpses.
Over 20 thralls in all threw their lives away in an attempt on my life.
I could not return to my room, I took Deathkiss and ran like a thief in the night when I heard the sirens of the police descending upon me.
I did not get two blocks when I saw them, stalking me, those the thralls were obeying. Vampyres!
In plain sight, five, maybe more. I am uncertain. They were following me since the hotel. could not risk a fight here, amongst the innocent public, so I fled again, down through the park. They followed.
They too were relentless in their hunt of me. When I could bare to run no more I fought back. Their attacks were wild, untrained. They were young vampyres, maybe a few days to a few weeks old. Mere fledglings. I then realized the tactic.
It was a gauntlet. They would throw weeker enemies at me first, to wear me down, then they would only get stronger, and stronger. And so they did.
No sooner did a slay the last than did more arrive, and more after that. I was forced to flee yet again. Down an embankment, across a drainage ravine, and through a rail yard.
Each time I stopped to fight, more and more enemies came;
thralls, fledglings, ghouls, and even high ranking vampyres. It became clear to me, I was meant to survive.
Menekhir had waged war uon me and I was not to live to see the next day.
My fight continued, as did my persuers. The death toll had hit 40 maybe 50 before I was able to run no further. My last stand was to be in the wilds, and forest outside of the city.
I stopped in a campground, and awaited death. From out of the shadows Menekhircame, a smile perched upon his undead lips, his fangs glistening in the daylight.
That is when this remaining arm descended upon me like locusts. One by one they fell, human and undead alike. Then he unleashed his lietenats upon me.
Each amaster vampyre with the skill to prove it. There were six in total, each with some talent that set his or her fighting style aprtfrom the others. I could not prepare for their next attacks, I had not the time or the strength.
I managed to slay one, then another, finally I let them have me. Deathkiss fell from my hand for I was unable to weild her any further. Each of them fixed themselves upon me and drank deep o my life's blood. Each one realizing to late their own fate.
One by one the parasites burst into flames and died a death a thousand times worse than being staked out into the dessert sun. Those that did not perish first, did their best to drain me before the last one finally perished.
They sacraficed themselves for their lord who now stood before man broken body. Against one or two I maybe could have withstood and recovered, this attack was well planned, and Menekhir
planned it well.
That is when he approached me, knelt down and whipsered in my ear that I had failed yet again. That his life was not mine to give or take. It was then that he drew his sabre and buried deep into my chest, pinning me to the ground.
As he drew his second sword, I baid him closer, to at least stare me in the eye before he slayed me. He so arrogantly obliged. He said that of his over 1700 years of life, had no hunter been as relentless as I. That it would be a shame that such a worthy adversary finally die at his hands.
That was when I called Deathkiss back to my dying hands. Through Menekhir's black heart where she stayed while I called down deliverance upon him from above. As if a finger from God himself, the bolt of lightning coursed through Deathkiss, Menekhir, and ended through me.
170 years of pain, death, and suffering was over, Menekhir's leagcy was ended. His line of hundreds, maybe thousands around the world ended with their sire this night.No more would an innocent fall prey to Menekhir or his lusts. My family was now able to rest in peace.
I am now lying here, my body grwing cold and numb. My wounds no longer closing and my body aging and decaying before my very eyes. Yet I feel no pain.
My only regrets are that Deathkiss has no suitor and my own legacy ends with me.
She weeps for me....all that remains is Khavik.....see him dead my fair lady. you truly were.......my sweetest kiss.....................
Good bye,,,,,,,,
Their ambush was relentless and vicious like a pack of rabid dogs.
When I got to the alley i ran only to be assaulted by nearly a dozen more. This was no longer an ambush, this was a planned assassination! I was left with no other choice, despite my healing wounds I proceeded to battle on, carving my escape route through the army of thralls.
Forgive me my friends, I was left with no other choice.
By the time I was half way through the mob, te remaining thralls from above had joined the fray. I had no choice but to unleash Deathkiss in all her glory. One by one my would be assassins fell, soon the alley was stained red with the blood of their corpses.
Over 20 thralls in all threw their lives away in an attempt on my life.
I could not return to my room, I took Deathkiss and ran like a thief in the night when I heard the sirens of the police descending upon me.
I did not get two blocks when I saw them, stalking me, those the thralls were obeying. Vampyres!
In plain sight, five, maybe more. I am uncertain. They were following me since the hotel. could not risk a fight here, amongst the innocent public, so I fled again, down through the park. They followed.
They too were relentless in their hunt of me. When I could bare to run no more I fought back. Their attacks were wild, untrained. They were young vampyres, maybe a few days to a few weeks old. Mere fledglings. I then realized the tactic.
It was a gauntlet. They would throw weeker enemies at me first, to wear me down, then they would only get stronger, and stronger. And so they did.
No sooner did a slay the last than did more arrive, and more after that. I was forced to flee yet again. Down an embankment, across a drainage ravine, and through a rail yard.
Each time I stopped to fight, more and more enemies came;
thralls, fledglings, ghouls, and even high ranking vampyres. It became clear to me, I was meant to survive.
Menekhir had waged war uon me and I was not to live to see the next day.
My fight continued, as did my persuers. The death toll had hit 40 maybe 50 before I was able to run no further. My last stand was to be in the wilds, and forest outside of the city.
I stopped in a campground, and awaited death. From out of the shadows Menekhircame, a smile perched upon his undead lips, his fangs glistening in the daylight.
That is when this remaining arm descended upon me like locusts. One by one they fell, human and undead alike. Then he unleashed his lietenats upon me.
Each amaster vampyre with the skill to prove it. There were six in total, each with some talent that set his or her fighting style aprtfrom the others. I could not prepare for their next attacks, I had not the time or the strength.
I managed to slay one, then another, finally I let them have me. Deathkiss fell from my hand for I was unable to weild her any further. Each of them fixed themselves upon me and drank deep o my life's blood. Each one realizing to late their own fate.
One by one the parasites burst into flames and died a death a thousand times worse than being staked out into the dessert sun. Those that did not perish first, did their best to drain me before the last one finally perished.
They sacraficed themselves for their lord who now stood before man broken body. Against one or two I maybe could have withstood and recovered, this attack was well planned, and Menekhir
planned it well.
That is when he approached me, knelt down and whipsered in my ear that I had failed yet again. That his life was not mine to give or take. It was then that he drew his sabre and buried deep into my chest, pinning me to the ground.
As he drew his second sword, I baid him closer, to at least stare me in the eye before he slayed me. He so arrogantly obliged. He said that of his over 1700 years of life, had no hunter been as relentless as I. That it would be a shame that such a worthy adversary finally die at his hands.
That was when I called Deathkiss back to my dying hands. Through Menekhir's black heart where she stayed while I called down deliverance upon him from above. As if a finger from God himself, the bolt of lightning coursed through Deathkiss, Menekhir, and ended through me.
170 years of pain, death, and suffering was over, Menekhir's leagcy was ended. His line of hundreds, maybe thousands around the world ended with their sire this night.No more would an innocent fall prey to Menekhir or his lusts. My family was now able to rest in peace.
I am now lying here, my body grwing cold and numb. My wounds no longer closing and my body aging and decaying before my very eyes. Yet I feel no pain.
My only regrets are that Deathkiss has no suitor and my own legacy ends with me.
She weeps for me....all that remains is Khavik.....see him dead my fair lady. you truly were.......my sweetest kiss.....................
Good bye,,,,,,,,
