Thursday, February 2, 2006

Angelus part 4
Hey! Here's my fourth bio!

I burst the black smith's door off it's hindges, my eyes glowing a fierce yellow. I found him at work, even at this late hour.
"How are ye?" I asked, suddenly standing directly behind him. Before he had a chance to speak - or scream - I snapped his neck.
"Rest well." I said, looking over the weapons lining the walls. One caught my eye - a heavy broad sword. The blade was about a half foot wide, and nearly six feet long. And it was a half inch thick. It would take a very strong man to even lift it.
I grabbed it with one hand and swung it easily with one arm.
"This should do." I seethed. I bared my fangs. "I shall name you Slara, the Slayer's bane." I grabbed the sheath from the rack, and slammed the blade into it.
My next stop was the horse stables. These were well guarded, due to the large amount of theives in the nearby Carpathian mountains.
I leapt from roof to roof, my new sword strapped onto my back. I'd found a tattered black cloak, breeces, and leather shirt at the black smith's shop to replace my fancy burial garb. I felt every inch a vampire.
When I reached the stables, I snuck slowly inside from a high window. I fell gracefully to the ground, landing behind a large stallion. The beast, perhaps in reverance for the immortal behind him, did not kick. I rose from my crouch and patted it's side.
"You're black," I observed, seeing the horse clearly in the darkness. "You could serve me well. Would you like to travel with me as I seek revenge?"
The horse bowed his head low.
"Thank you." I bowed back.

Moments later...
"Stop, thief!" one of the guards shouted, lifting a torch it front of him. I sat my horse not ten paces away, looking at the mortal. I did not move a single muscle. I just stared at him. My hood was over my head, and thus I was sure he saw nothing of who I was. I knew this man in life. Borrs, his name was.
I willed my eyes to glow, and the man took a step back.
"Vampyr...upir..." he whispered. I squeezed the horse's middle, and he reared.
"Tell your family!" I screamed. "Angelus has risen!" I drew my sword, swinging it fiercly in the air.
With that, I rode away, past the paniced townsman.

I did not stop riding until the sun began to rise. I pressed my steed toward a cove of etched stone, an excellent place to set up camp for the day. But I was so eager to hunt down the slayer who had murdered Ana. It felt like dying again to stop chasing.
My goal was to ride to the next village, a place of trade and buisness. There, I was sure I would be able to gather information on this "Slayer" person. Once I found out who he was and where he came from, I would make him pay. And I swore that I would not feed until I had his corpse before me. The first blood I would taste would come from his jugular.
I snarled and watched as the sun rose from my safe haven.

Five coming soon!
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