it is incomplete but i will edit it as soon as i have more.
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INTRO
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When he turned he saw her. Face beaming. He could almost feel the pair of eyes watching him.
"Okay, what do you want now? You already apologized. What’s done is done. Let bygones be bygones." This was the day he did not want to come.
"I want to go with you. I want to help you" She looked to be seventeen. Dark red hair flowed down her back and a taught scarlet dress covered her. He wondered how this came to be. A vampire and an angel. God this is confusing.
"Fine. Just get in the truck." He said as he jumped in the Chevy. He had short gray hair faded from age. Silver eyes of that of a beast. Wilhelm Haiza Kurtz, a vampire of almost one and quarter centuries, had saved a fifty year old angel. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not that he had a choice.
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ELIZEBETH-1
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Elizebeth Necro Sky was a girl of seventeen. Though her family was one of exorcists and priests, she was an Irish witch of unknown powers. She was despised for her gift. She had always wondered why she was different. Her family had bright green eyes while she had blue, or they had orange hair of gold and she had red hair of black. But one day, after finding out about her powers, she overheard her grandfather and mother speaking.
"No father, this is unheard of!"
"But, it must be done. You have no choice of matter. You know what this could do to us. Do to our family. She is to be executed at midnight on the night of her birth at the place she was born to disband the cursed part of the bloodline."
"But, isn't there anything else we ca-"
"Nothing else can be done, my child. It has to be done." And after hearing this, Elizebeth cried. She sat in the corner of a broom closet where no one could find her, and she cried. Her birthday is only two months away.
While she was reading the next day, she read of the Dark Magicks and she read of sorcery. Though one caption in one of the books caught her interest for a second. And those who give to a Hume, but are not one himself, Shall face that of immortality along with the Hume, but the only ingredient for this is Blood- Edmund McKenna, seventh high priest of Galway. She read on how to contain it and how to train it. So she decided to try and protect herself for that day. The weeks passed as her long and power draining work to spellbind herself were forwarding towards completion.
Nine bramble leaves soaked in a vial of spring water, a piece of onyx, and a feather of a cardinal. It would take some time to get these ingredients but it could be done. She heard of a botanist’s lab in a nearby town. She could easily travel by foot. Spring water could be tougher however. She never knew of a spring nearby, but then again, she never really cared for springs much. A vital mistake on her part, but she knew that someone in the house would know. For a piece of onyx, she could use her pendent. She always carried her pendent with her so she knew that there was no way in forgetting that. Her mother had a pet cardinal upstairs in her room. That might be hard to get a feather. If her mother caught her sneaking in her room, let alone messing with Red, the cardinal, she would be done for, not that it mattered. She was to be executed so why not take chances?
She walked to Connemara from her home in Clifden to the Botanist’s lab. It was actually a hard find because all the buildings looked somewhat alike. A few signposts wouldn’t hurt. But after asking around a bit, she soon found her way. She had only been in Connemara once. And that was to pick up a few bibles for her grandfather’s church. She didn’t realize how confusing it was to find things if you don’t get out much and you’re not looking for a building with a huge cross on it. She opened the door to a pleasant scent of flowers and herbs. She almost forgot what she was in there for until the keeper asked her. “Umm, Bramble leaves please.” Oh no! How many? “sev-” She stuttered and looked confused for a second. Trying to remember and the scent of the plants are clouding her mind. “I’ll just go with ten to be safe.”
“That will be 35 pence, please.” She put the coins on the counter, took the leaves, and with one final whiff, went on her way. I should get me some of those flowers, she thought, pleased with herself. What were they? Umm, Gentians! That’s it! And they were such a pretty blue color. She started walking home. The sun was just above the horizon and turned the sky, an orange and blue glaze. She thought the day was perfect. The crisp air, the soothing scents. She had, in fact, forgot the imminent and was in pure bliss right now. But she had better hurry home and get ready for bed.
When she arrived, her mother confronted her.
“Where have you been?” her mother’s face was stern and her eyes hard. A pale green that looked as stone.
“I just took a walk mother. I went to a flower shop in Connemara.” She tried to look innocent like she did nothing else today. It didn’t work.
“When I got home from work, I saw Red. He was screeching like he had just been plucked all over! What did yo-” Her mother then saw. The look on Elizebeth’s face showed it all. “You plucked a feather? And off of Red! Why did you?” She was stuck. What to say, what to do? She couldn’t just say, sorry, I needed it for a spell that will save me at my execution. Hope you don’t mind.
“The color!” What? The color? Of all the things she could have said, it had to be the color? “The color. It’s red.” What was she saying? But she soon caught herself. “And it was such a pretty shade of red that I wanted a part of it. Maybe I could have put it on a hat.”
“Well, you could have just asked, instead of tormenting the bird. I’m not going to ground you so close to your birthday, but I will have to do something. Rules are rules and are not meant to be broken. Remember that because if you do, great consequences shall be bestowed. Now go to bed. But first, go get some dinner. Lamb tonight.” Her stern look faded with care.
“Okay mother. Good night.”
“Good night Elizebeth.” She would have a long day tomorrow. She needs spring water. But where would she get-.
“Mother, do you know of any springs nearby?”
“I believe there is one about a quarter mile east of Connemara.” Oh great! Maybe when she goes tomorrow, she can pick up a couple of Gentians.
“Thank you, mother. May I go there tomorrow, to visit it?”
She did not want to deny her daughter this request. After all, she had never been to a spring before and she might at least have the honor of seeing one before she dies. “Yes dear.” And with that, Elizebeth went for dinner then to bed. She dreamt all sorts of things. She dreamt spells and charms, and she dreamt of flowers and herbs. Of course, she had never seen one; she let her imagination dream of a spring. A giant spring with knee deep water that was crystal clear, and Gentians as blue and as bright as the sky. That night was her first peaceful night in weeks. That night was pure and clear. It was like she was never going to die.
She woke in a fuzzy haze. One she had not had in a long time. The kind of haze you get if you wake up from a good nights sleep. Her birthday was in three days. She still had a lot to do. She needed spring water and she needed to memorize the chant. But first, she would enjoy this moment. She got up slowly and took slow strides to her closet. I think I’ll wear the purple dress today. She grabbed the dress and set it on her satin sheets. She took off her nightgown and stretched for a second. She put on her undergarments and then her dress. She grabbed her satchel and put a few pence in there along with a bottle for the water. Then she put on her shoes. Low-heeled slip-ons for walking comfortably. She was awed with herself. She has not been this relaxed in a while. She walked downstairs and out the door. She heard the birds chirping away as if singing a song. She walked down the road and eventually came to the town. Before she went to the Botanist, she would go to the spring. And this took sometime because she didn’t know what to do first. But they are wildflowers so I guess I’ll check for them on the way to the spring. She took the walk. Wow. I never realized how colorful this place was. But when she came to the spring, she was even more surprised. It was almost exactly how she imagined it. But with a few less flowers and the water wasn’t quite so clear but it was till a perfect scene for her. She had never been to a spring, and now that she was here, she didn’t know what to do.
It was like she was in heaven. Her senses, her mind, her body all clouded by the smells and the wonders of this place. For a moment, if even the slightest, it was as if she hadn’t been condemned at all. And to think, if she didn’t hear her mother talking with her grandfather, she would not have looked up the ancient magicks. She would not have done what she has been doing. No flowers, no feather, no water, nothing. Maybe, just maybe, being condemned wasn’t a bad idea if this was a part of the prelude to it. Like a song, the prelude is the soft part where there are no worries or tension. It is the nocturne or the result that you should prepare for. Elizebeth reached into her satchel and pulled out her bottle. She took out the cork and scooped up some water. She felt the water on her skin. It was warm and surprisingly soft for water. It sent chills up arm. She took off her shoes and set them with her satchel. She felt the grass under her feet. Then bent down and picked several Gentians and set them on her satchel with her shoes. She then lifted the hem of her dress a bit and took a few steps in the water. She laughed. Not an overwhelmingly hard or loud laugh. More than a giggle, but less than a bellow. The water under her feet and around her legs was like a snake wrapping around her. She liked it. She kicked her legs about and splashed happily. After a while, she walked to the shore of the spring and laid down next to her stuff. And without knowing it, she slipped into a deep, relaxed sleep. She awoke to a bird standing on her forehead.
“Hello. What’s your name little guy?” As she leaned forward, the bird jumped down and chirped. It pecked at the ground. Probably getting food she guessed. She got up, put on her shoes, and grabbed her satchel and her bottle of water. Grabbed the flowers and went on her way.
So when the time came, she was brought to her birthplace. An old monastery that was in the middle of an ancient graveyard. The same graveyard that all of her ancestors were born and buried. She was dressed in ceremonial clothes. A scarlet dress that was just below her waist and a light pink skirt about half a foot below that she wore high black boots that were low on her thighs with red soles on her arms were black coverings that covered everything but half her arm below the shoulder. And for preemptive use, they set her in a coffin with the lid off. While her grandfather read from the bible, she was preparing to finish her spell. And at the moment of execution, she began. She was prepared. Even if the spell didn’t work, she was prepared. She had the bramble leaves in her clothes and the feather in her boot and, of course, she had her pendent made of onyx. As the priest, her grandfather, brought the ceremonial dagger down towards her heart, he stopped. She stopped him with magic as she began the chant.
"In this time and in this hour,
Give me lord thy divine power,
To be reborn a powerful one,
And to give me life like that of none,
Only those of dark magicks,
Can behold and pass thy tricks,
Of eternal life beyond great strife,
Bestow your power, destroy his knife,
The devils knife, of empowered grief,
And my blood of water from heaven’s reef" the temple darkened as she spoke and the clouds darkened as thunder rolled. A flash of lightning struck through the roof and destroyed the dagger that was held to prevent any deaths by mortals. For he will come tonight. In the commotion, a deep voice bellowed out,
"Elizebeth Necro Sky! You have asked for what can not be done. And for that you shall live eternally with no end. Running from thy demons of the abyss. For it is my will that determines thy fate of the people of god, but you have used thee art that is forbidden to thy people of God. Therefore you may use an object to defend against thy demons. A traditional weapon among spirits. A scythe. The objects you have gathered for this moment shall be used against you. Combined in thee fires of hell to bind you to this form, never to be human again until you can destroy thee spellbinding object which now rests upon your head.” And to that, her family was turned to pillars of white salt and the monastery crumbled to mere gravel and the coffin she laid in devoured her body and sunk into the ground. Up from the fissure it had sunk into came a grave marker where the epitaph read: ELIZEBETH NECRO SKY 1878-1891 REBORN IN PURGATORY. And up upon the marker sat a pale-faced, dark-haired girl in a scarlet dress and a crimson circlet of onyx to which was the basis of her spellbound soul. ‘Rules are rules and are not meant to be broken. Remember that because if you do, great consequences shall be bestowed.’ Her mother’s words echoed in her mind. She had just made the worst mistake of her life, afterlife, and eternal life. She was dead and alive stuck between the doors of shadow and light. She will never live, or die, again.
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WILHELM-2
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Wilhelm Haiza Kurtz was an Arian soldier in the German Army. Recently assigned for duty and drafted into combat, he got his things around. ‘We are pleased to inform a Mr. Wilhelm H. Kurtz to join the Army under Frederick Von Wilhelm the second, leader of Prussia. Under the German Martial law and the Military scribe states that any male of an education of or above a high school degree must join the military by force and have no choice in the matter.’ This wasn’t surprising. Oh great, because I am twenty I have to join the military. He thought. A little irritated he began to gather his things. Some clothes, a few pictures. One of his parents; long deceased, heart problems, one of his brother; young, cancer, and one of his past girlfriend; car accident. These images brought back painful memories. Ones he had tried so hard to leave behind. When he left the house, he walked down the street to the bus station. Leaving the pictures behind. He did not want memories like those.
He got on the bus. He pulled out a book and started to read. He was fascinated with philosophy and religion. So as he read an excerpt from his book, he found it slightly awkward yet it kind of made sense. Der wille zur macht, jensiets von gut und bose, also spracht Zarathustra. He had read about Zarathustra, or Zoroaster, a Persian prophet. The will to power beyond good and evil thus spoke Zarathustra. So after reading the book, he pulled out his sketch book. Though the road was rough and rigid, the fluid motion of his hands made up for it. It was as if he had paintbrush. He drew an angel. Though he wasn’t religious or followed a single religion, that doesn’t mean that he can’t believe they exist.
The bus pulled up to the corner near the base in Verdun. Wilhelm got off of the bus and grabbed his luggage out of the side compartment. He walked down the street. He actually did not mind being drafted. He doesn’t have much to do and it will get him away from that place. He now had no worries, well of course the fear of dying in combat. Zoned out he almost missed the base. The guard took his papers and then escorted Wilhelm through the gates. The mess hall was not what he expected. The food was somewhat decent having jagershnitzel, a venison steak on noodles with gravy, and whiskey. The whiskey burned his throat and he decided alcohol was not for him. He went to the bunks and set his things under his bed. He on his bed and his mind was blank. He tried to think of something, but there was nothing to think about. The door clicked open.
“Hello there, my name’s Rodney.” He sounded Polish. “I got drafted from Poland, you?” He was tall, light hair like himself, nothing unexpected, tall, and thin, looked to be about twenty-two.
“Munich, a nice place near the south of Germany.” He did not want to talk now, but since he has to eventually fight next to the guy, he would want to get off to a good start with him. “I’d’ve gone somewhere else though, but I couldn’t find a reason.”
“Ah, Munich. I think my Great-Grandfather Frederick Kurtz lives there, or did.” Not only could he tell by the leading of the eyes, Wilhelm has been down that road many times before. “Born, raised, and died there.”
“I know. I’ve seen his grave many times” He has. Second row, third column of grave markers two columns from his mother’s.
“I was planning on visiting with my girlfriend after my enlistment is done.” Girlfriend. Why, of all the things that could have happened, he has to be reminded…again. “She is a pretty cute for a lady, you’d like her.”
“Well I would love to tell you my story, but you’re in such a good mood.” Okay, I know it’s rude, but now he wasn’t in such a boring mood. Now he’s getting irritated.
“We aren’t going anywhere so I guess I can listen to it.” Oh great. The guy doesn’t even get sarcasm. So Wilhelm told his story, and about after each death, the Rodney’s happy smile turned a bit more. At the end, he had a full blown frown.
“Lights out! Get to your bunks!” So after saying good-night and getting in their bunks, Rodney fell asleep. He had an awkward dream, though. It was about a battle and he died in it. A girl came up to him and saved him. He was alive, but dead. When he woke up he didn’t understand what it meant so he brushed it off and got up. Rodney was reading on his bunk. Early riser, he thought, hmm… vampires and folklore? I thought vampires didn’t exist, a waste of time.
“And the lord said unto him, ‘you are granted the gift of life with the price of death. You must feed off the dead to keep the life. I see you are awake. Vampires, strange creatures they are.” He didn’t seem as cheery. Probably a first impression act or something.
“Vampires don’t exist. Bloodsuckers, vamps, death eaters, all names for something fictitious.” Wilhelm’s voice was gruff in the mornings. “Myths, tales, lore. It’s all it is.” He looked discerningly at me for a second. His eyes narrowed; apparently he hit a nerve on Rodney.
“Says who? Do you believe in anything that is thought to be a ‘myth’? Werewolves? Angels? Anything?” Angels.
“Yeah, you have a point. Me? I believe in angels. I draw them and study them as you do vampires.”
“Can I see the drawings? You know, vampires, or some of them, are said to have a steady hand and a fluid reaction to most things.” He showed him the pictures right as he said that. He looked awed. He was about to say something. Wilhelm already knew what he was going to say. “Who knows, maybe you’re a vampire.” Rodney said jokingly. I think I’d know, he thought, me? A bloodsucker? Never, ah, well… “I’ll see you at the mess hall.” Rodney walked appealingly out the door with a little more grace and structure now. He left his book…
‘Vampires are said to be created by the feeding of blood’ Hah! ‘But only to those who are immortal. Vampires are said that sunlight burns their flesh. But this is frequently asked upon. They prefer darker places and can live on blood; however, without the body’s consumption of blood within every two months, the nutrients cannot be gathered’ what a laugh that is, a vampire? God that is just unintel- he caught himself. Oh great. Now I’m a stereotype. Wilhelm set the book down, and walked out of the room. As he walked down the hallway towards the mess hall, he met up with the officer who keeps track of the soldiers. He informed Wilhelm that he was to be sent to a camp up towards the northern part of The Russian Empire where they were in battle with the Boleviks, a revolutionist group led by a leader with the name of Vladimir.
When he got to the mess hall, which was serving salmon on bread with some muenster cheese on top, he told Rodney that, and Rodney was shocked. He’d been here only a day and was already going to the Russian Empire to battle the revolutionist militia. Rodney, as a going away gift, gave him a book of mythical creatures. A dark red satin ribbon marked a spot in the book. Vampires, typical of him. Lucky for him, his things were never unpacked. He grabbed his things and headed for the bus.
The bus was a short ride, but then again it was only a fraction of the distance. Now he was at the train station with a military ticket. The attendant took his ticket and motioned him in. He sat in a back corner of a dismal train. It was pretty quiet and the only people that talked mostly were to ask for the time. The inside of the train smelled of a mixture of coal and iron, apparently this used to be a fuel cart. Its color matched its scent. A gray with smudges of black on the corners. A time of six hours until he was to change trains. He rested.
It was a bumpy ride up through Germany through Estonia before he could transfer trains. The most of a conversation he heard was a couple of rumors about the place being cold and the admirals being hard on their troops. It was official; he was bored. Nothing to do now. Well, he did have that book from Rodney. He reached into his luggage and pulled out the book. It was a pretty thick text. Not heavy, but very influential for him. Okay, maybe a little heavy too.
Vampires are faster, stronger, and somewhat more intelligent than most other creatures. Their bodies adapted to most other natural animal defenses. Like the Komodo dragon, Vampires’ fangs are induced with a highly venomous liquid that if left in the body long enough, can neutralize all electric functions in the body, thus stopping the muscles including the heart. They are capable of reaching high speeds much like a cheetah, but faster. They are very strong much like a human induced with massive amounts of adrenaline. And they can withstand much damage before perishing. They can only be destroyed by being stabbed in the heart with a wooden spike, or having their head cut off. Gruesome but true.
He finished the section about vampires when he realized that the train had just pulled into a station at Estonia. When the drafted group of soldiers reached the next train, they were given a small meal. It was a lock of salmon and a bowl of porridge with a glass of water. Not very appetizing. Apparently the salmon was for protein and the porridge was to fill you up. The water, well that was for hydration. Now he was on his way to a base near St. Petersburg, a town northwest of Moscow and at this time, the capital of Russia.
He was on his way to combat, not too alluring now is it?
When the train came to a stop, after an agonizing ride of boredom and bumps, he was assigned to a barracks near the HQ. He was given a uniform, a rifle, and a pair of dog tags. He was briefly assigned of the mission. He was to be a frontline man. Well that was highly appreciated. He was to go to a training camp to the east about a quarter mile to do a quick test, a couple of shots at a target and evasive maneuvers. Not too hard, he thought, actually, this might be easy. So when he went over to the camp, he took the test. He scored ninety-one percent on it. The rifle shooting was also easy. Then again, one with precision and a steady hand would find it easy. The evasive maneuvers however were a little challenging. Jump to the left, roll to the right, aim, shoot. So since he was a frontline man, he didn’t have much training. The Germans apparently didn’t like him much because they were sending him out the next day. The call of duty was a harsh one.
Well, that night, he could not get to sleep so he started thinking. Maybe vampires could exist; after all, the legends had to start somewhere didn’t they? So after a while of deep thinking, he fell into a deep sleep just to be woken by a trumpet blaring. A sergeant came into his barracks yelling at the top of his lungs in multiple languages some of which Wilhelm didn’t understand; well beside the “Wake up maggots!” which pretty much did the job. All the soldiers got up, got dressed, and ran out of the room. The first order of business was to eat some food. A piece of fish and some water and bread.
Next they were ordered to get into a formation and march. Two miles up the road, they met up with a group of Boleviks and that pretty much started a riot. Explosions everywhere, gas and smoke billowed in the sky as well as a…What is that? Wilhelm saw a figure in the sky with the general figure of a teenage girl. But before he was caught up in that, a gun exploded and shot a piece of hot ammo into his arm. The girl noticed this and flew down to him. He lifted his rifle and filled his enemy with lead. A blood curdling scream filled the air. Twenty meters away, a Russian soldier fired his metal. The hot metal spun slowly as Wilhelm watched in agonizing pain as the soldier fired another round. The stomach and the kidney.
The girl floating above was panicking. The Boleviks were backing off a bit and the rest of the army passed him. The girl read a medical book once. Alchemy was the root of medicine so it was typical she read it. A new process, called a transfusion, stated that blood could be given to another to make up for a loss. She cut her palm. An Opaque red liquid flowed out. She let the blood flow onto the wounds and grabbed his head. She opened his mouth and fed the blood could enter through the hole in the stomach. His body had a few violent spasms. Then everything stopped. His motion, his breathing, even time felt as if it had frozen.
His eyes opened. Red. Feral. Demented. These were not the eyes of any man. These were the eyes of a beast. The girl was terrified. The guy was too. She suddenly remembered the text she had read. As did he. And those who give to a Hume, but are not one himself, Shall face that of immortality along with the Hume, but the only ingredient for this is Blood. She realized that she had given him a fate worse than death as she had herself. He frantically got up on his hands and feet, and ran. So fast that even with six wings, there was no way she could catch him. Though, they were now connected by blood. She knew where he is. It just may take a while.
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