Sunday, March 13, 2005

next chapter
still typing the next chapter up..srry, maybe i put up later...
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Friday, March 11, 2005

Chapter 15
Dark; fuzzy memory; wait; something happened last night; something important happened; she needed to wake up. WAKE UP! Tyrrea popped out of bed, and knew why she had woken up; Timerian. She raced down the stone hall making a clank, clank, clank. Her hair blew around her face, and the next moment, she was at the room. She could sense that something had gone wrong, so she opened the door carefully. The sight she saw shocked her system. Brea, a mutated blue Brea, lay on the floor, clutching for air, and having a bad dream, and Timerian’s veins showed through his black skin-not all elves are white- a neon red. The symptoms were obvious, in Timerian at least, at once…God’s blood. She guessed that Brea was suffering from the same poison, and ran for a nurse.

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“What’s the cure?” Tyrrea yelled.
“It is impossible to collect. I am sorry; I wish we could do more.” The nurse, Ammoraine, said, while sitting at a table chewing on her finger. Her wet eyes glimmered as she looked into the air, searching her memory for a solution. She had to save Timerian; she had to save her son. “Timerian’s case is EASIER to solve than Brea’s, and for him we need many ingredients only found in small quantities in the most dangerous of places.”
“I’m not asking you how hard it is Ammoraine! Just tell me what I have to do!” Ammoraine looked at the floor for a few moments longer, her forehead furrowed in troubled thought.
“First, find a dead dragons tooth. The dragon has to be dead. Oh, and if we are to cure both of them, you must also find another one from a DIFFERENT dead dragon, but that one is for Brea, so it must be from a dragon with hazel eyes; just like Brea when she is not sick. Then, all of a giant hawks feathers, two since we need double, and Brea’s must be dead. Lord! What else. I simply cannot remember. It has been three thousand years since the last time I had to try to cure God’s Blood, and mind you; it was only a drop of God’s Blood, and we did not succeed.” She thought a few moments, her still youthful face showing wisdom beyond the oldest human. “Ten blood orchids; yes they exist out here. In fact, I think the movie maker who made Anacondas was it, was a werewolf. But that’s beside the point. They aren’t guarded by anacondas, but by the witches. The witches can MAKE animals to guard it for them, so please be careful.” Everyone knew that the witches had been humans who used the black flowers to gain their powers and longevity, so it needed not be explained. Tyrrea just nodded her head and asked “What else?”
“You will need two fritillaries from human land, where they are rare because of farming. And, oh, what else! That’s right, another plant. What is its name! Yes, it’s the Allamanda Cathartica, which is a vine, the brown type, not the other ones, and of course two. The last ingredient, and the hardest to find; is every drop of a werewolf’s blood. This would not be AS hard, if Brea’s didn’t have to be one she KNOWS and has BEFRIENDED! I don’t know how you’re going to find out if Brea has befriended, for with how much of the poison she has consumed she should not become conscious.”
“That’s all. Wow, I’ll be back within the hour; not!”
“Oh, but you will have to be back before tomorrow at dawn which means you have” Ammoraine looked at the clock on the wall “about twelve hours.”
“Well, we better get all of the OTHER ingredients and see if Brea doesn’t wake. I hope to God she does, especially since it’s HIS blood!” She laughed, but Ammoraine could tell she was truly worried.

hey, still sick, so i might not get around to ur sites tonight..srry
~Seika~
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Thursday, March 10, 2005

tomorrow...
ill add the next chapter tomorrow, its too late tonight...
god im sick... i feel HORRIBLE!!!
my throat hurts and my neck is stif ans soar. Also, my head is like a furnace. omg, i still got homework...bye *leaves chair slowy, and sinks down on floor trying to do homework. Does some of it, then falls down unconcious, not dead, but uncoincious*
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Wednesday, March 9, 2005

Chapter 14
She appeared like a fairy out of the mist, and Timerian instantly knew that he had made the right decision to give his life for that vampire. He readied himself. He had indulged all night in his favorite foods, and participated in his favorite activities. Now, seeing that stunning, pale face and those striking hazel eyes against that brunette and blonde hair, he only had a single regret. He would not ever know her better. He looked around that luxurious room he stayed in until midnight, with coal mahogany chests with emerald embedded within every surface and a light emanating from every corner, and knew it would all leave his view soon; that woman and the perfect milieu.
The room filled with crimson smoke suddenly, and he acknowledged that the time had come. He tried to ready himself, but could not. He closed his eyes and waited because that was the best he could do. One second, two, three; nothing happened. He opened one eye, to see a man that looked about twenty with endless night sky eyes and tanned skin. His hair would have fallen to his shoulders if it were not tied back in a leather band. He opened both eyes to look closer, and saw in his chiseled arm a little green bottle. Maybe the way he would die splashed around in that glass container.
As he recovered from the shock he had put himself in to ready himself for the end, he realized the two vampires were talking in the middle of a heated conversation. “…read the book to save me! Surely you cannot condemn him for that?”
“I must, and he shall die, for no creature may know our secrets but us. How about this: I shall give him the poison, but not the last drop. That way it is on the verge of deadly and depending on his soul, he might survive. I also will not give the finishing slash; especially since I cannot while you hold my sword.” At that moment he gave a look of annoyance toward his sword in Brea’s fist. “I think I am being extremely generous.” He said that as he walked toward the Elvin soldier. He grabbed the man’s jaw, forced it open, and poured that vile concoction down his throat. It stung and itched while making him feel instantly weak. Half of the bottle’s contents drained into his system, when it fell out of his mouth. His throat became free, and he spit out what filled his mouth at that moment. The male growled, and snatched at Brea, and they fought for grasp of the bottle. It slipped both of their grasps, and fell to the ground. The poison dissolved into the stone, making a dark stained gash in the golden oak floor. “You imbecile! Do you realize that you have destroyed our race? If every drop of that poison is not consumed by sun rise, we all really DO become allergic to sunlight!”
“Then you find a way to consume it!”
“Oh, I will.” He said as he walked to the fragments of glass. He stuck his hand over the broken glass and fluid, and it floated back together and into his hand. “For this, YOU shall drink it.”
“Fine, for I will not die from some stupid poison.” She grabbed it, undid the top, and drank as if it were some whisky. Timerian knew that the poison was not just “some stupid poison” from reading the book, and tried to warn Brea, but that vampire held his throat mentally. She almost drank the last drop, but with new found strength, he grabbed the battle, and licked it up before it fell, for he knew they must drink all of it. She instantly realized what he had known, for her skin tone darkened to a plumb, and her hazel eyes turned sapphire blue. The poison had taken affect; the god’s blood took affect. God’s blood, the most deadly poison ever created; the only poison that affects vampires. The cure would be impossible to find, he thought in his last moments of consciousness. He might survive, not being vampiran, but without the cure, she would never make it. The outside change would only be the beginning. He needed to get help. He needed to reach the door. Needed to get…

well, i hope u like it...


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Tuesday, March 8, 2005

chapter tomorrow morning...
hey, just got home so...srry no post, i put it up tomorrow morning...
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Monday, March 7, 2005

thx
ok, i stop waisting space, ill add next chapter tomorow, but its kinda late now...
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   >:( im mad!!!
ok
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No one has commented!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Im not adding not ONE MORE POST until ppl comment on chapter 13!
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Sunday, March 6, 2005

no posts on week end....
well...srry i didn't post all week end, i was at a swim meet....
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omg
omg, NO ONE COMMENTED!!!! wat the hell!!!!!!!! wat happaned to commenting??
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Thursday, March 3, 2005

Chapter 13
Without a word, he flipped through the book instantly. Within two seconds he finished the 2000 page book, and nodded. He now knew why Brea was sick. “She is starved.”
“What do you mean; we have already tried giving her blood? And how did you know that one of the symptoms was that she looked starved? We didn’t mention that.” Tyrrea asked, frowning.
“Because of this book. Have you tried giving her human’s blood? According to this book, they can only survive off of human’s blood, which in essence explains it; she cannot drink human’s blood in this part of the world. There aren’t any here.”
All of the members in the room gaped, the librarian included, who had overcome her fear with curiosity.
“Oh, and she is most likely worse now, because other creature’s blood only starves them more. The cure for her is simple. She shall probably be better by morning. But that means that, sadly, I shall not be around to see it. I am off to enjoy my last meal before midnight, when…goodbye.”
Timerian started to walk out of the room, but the king stopped him.
“Thank you, we will get her that right away, but please stay and come with us to visit her, and then we shall give you your favorite meal for…thank you, and please do come.” He said as he snapped his fingers and an elf disappeared.
Timerian kneeled. “Even on my last day of living, I could never disobey you, your majesty.”
“Thank you; then let us go.” They walked down the stone taverns, and by the time they reached the infirmary, Brea seemed to be waking. There were four glasses of thick, rich blood sitting on the night stand, and she seemed to be sniffing the air.
All of the sudden her eyes popped open and she jumped out of bed. “What happened?”
“Why didn’t you tell me that you can only drink human’s blood?” Tyrrea said, with a mother’s worry in her voice.
“Vampires do not give their secrets. Now, who do I have to thank for figuring it out?” Timerian then stepped forth, and kneeled before her. “I am the one.”
“Thank you. Now, can I please leave this infirmary, because I really don’t like the smell?” They all gaped at her. How could she think so lightly of what Timerian had done? Then it hit them like a boulder…she didn’t know about the book.
“Brea, we have to tell you something. Timerian is about to die because he read the book that has all of your secrets in it. The first vampire will come back at midnight and…” Brea put her hand up, and sat silent for a while, then all of the sudden, she was gone…

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The woods are dark and gloomy. The shadows seem to have wills of their own. Each and every form on this waste land used to live, but then he came. The first vampire, Nedral, came. This wasted cemetery, filled with the stench of thousand year old carcasses, bared the misfortune of being the first village Nedral spotted when he first left the Land of the Elite. He came in, a ravenous skeleton at the verge of death, and ripped every single human’s throat out with no remorse. He knew that is was either kill or die, and it was then that vampires found they could only drink human blood, because he tried the livestock, and his thirst only grew. After this enlightenment, he dropped his armor, and headed for the next village. I walk in this desolate wasteland for that armor. I stand still, and listen, trying to figure out where the wind clings with metal, to find the armor. I hear the ringing, and at that moment, I SEE it happen, my vampire ancestor savagely murdering these people like livestock; adults and children. I felt his hunger, and instantly understood. I almost passed out with the growling pain that threatened to consume me. The dead flesh on one side of my body seemed to be TOUCHING the flesh on the other side. My muscle mass had all disintegrated, and I, an immortal, was on the verge of death. The pain when an immortal dies of cause that a mortal would die from, are the most agonizing pains, imaginable or unimaginable. I realize with horror that I would have done the exact same thing. Nedral might not have been as bad of a soul as I had thought, but now I had to save my savior, and convince him that he would not harm us by knowing the secrets. This gives me hope, even as I walk through that terror stricken village falling at his hand. All of the sudden I snap back. It is almost midnight; I must hurry. I sprint toward that clanging sound, now ringing in my ears for some reason, and I find his blood stained, rusted metal that would have been called armor. Lying next to it is what I have been searching for; a sword. Its hilt is of blue dragon scales, and the blade gleams silver and blue, but also glows red from all of the devastation it has seen. I grab it, suddenly realizing something. My attire seems to all be matching. What can that mean? It is all blue. It must be a coincidence. It must. I slide it into its diamond sheath, and go back. There is no more time for delay, for midnight will strike within the minute.

hey, srry its late...i HAD to put one up today, but i got home late once again so... ya, thats hy its late...
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