Blood and Tears

[broken_spirit_chaos]

This is a story that ive been working on for the past month and I just wanted to post and share what ive written so far with the guild. Also, please no posting here. Although, pming me comments or questions is greatly apreciated ^_^

 

[broken_spirit_chaos]

Chapter 1

“It was him again.” .“ The boy from my dreams”. Nikki wrote in her small diary that she had pulled out of a box that she had hidden under her bed. Nikki stood up and walked over to her dresser and looked into the mirror. It was still dark and her reflection was very dark and shadowed. She looked at the dark image that was her reflection on the surface of the glass. She looked into the dark glass trying to remember what the dream had been like or what had happened in it. She soon gave up when she couldn’t remember what it had been about and pressed her face into her palms because she was frustrated and upset that she couldn’t remember. All that she could remember was that he had been in it. The same boy that was in all of her dreams. She closed her eyes and she could remember him perfectly. She could remember everything about him. He was as tall as she was and met her eyes at a perfect height. He had black hair that hid his face and a thin dark red scar that crossed his face and his right eye. The one thing that lured her in each night was his eyes. He had sapphire blue eyes that seemed to be streaked with small streaks of blood red.
Nikki lifted her face out of her hands and looked up once again at her reflection brushing her long black bangs out of her face. She looked into the mirror and tried to remember once again what she had dreamt about. Once again she could not remember. All she could remember was that she had woken late at night and that the dream had left her exhausted and out of breath. She had gotten out of bed and looked in the mirror and she could clearly see, even in the dim light of the night, that there was a bright red streak across her face and her face felt warm and she had a strange feeling that seemed to overwhelm her but soon left a few minutes later. Nikki began to grow even more frustrated and walked over to the window of her room and rested her head on the cold surface of the glass and looked out at the dark void that was the city streets around her. Nikki shut her eyes and listened to the soft sound of rain on the window as it began to rain outside. It had been raining a lot lately. Nikki didn’t find this a surprise at all. It was late spring and it was normal for it to rain this much during this time of year. Nikki didn’t mind the rain. She actually enjoyed it. She loved it when it rained. She would listen to it on hours sometimes because the sound of the rain falling relaxed her so much and sounded so good to her. Nikki continued to listen to the rain outside until it was interrupted by the voice of her mother yelling from the other side of the door for her to get up out of bed and get ready for school.
Nikki looked across the room at the glowing face of the clock sitting by her bed. It was six o’clock. She had been awake for almost five hours since the dream had woken her from her sleep. Nikki wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. She wanted to dream. She wanted to dream about him. She wanted to see him again. Nikki soon snapped out her trance when her mothers voice came yelling through her door again. Nikki quickly grabbed some clothes out of her dresser, not even bothering to see which ones she had grabbed, and quickly made her way to the shower. She was not looking forward to going to school today.  

[broken_spirit_chaos]

Chapter 3

Niki walked by the kitchen and shot toward the door grabbing her coat hoping to avoid her mom, who was now busy in the kitchen, and made her way to the door. Niki began to open the door slowly trying to be as quite as she could and started to slip out the door when her mother’s voice came down the hall “are you leaving?” she asked starting her way down the hall and out of the kitchen. Niki’s mother was a very superficial person and looked more like a life size Barbie than an actual person. She had long blond hair and worn more make-up than any person Nikki knew. Her mother walked over to Nikki and wrapped her in a big hug that practically strangled her. Her mother ran her hand through Nikki’s long black hair“we really should bleach your hair sometime”. She said looking down at her child’s black hair. Nikki quickly pulled herself from the death grip of her mother’s hug “no thank you, Claire”. Nikki said trying to make her way to the door again. Nikki’s mother looked at her sternly “I told you to stop calling me that”. Her mother said sternly. Her voice turned back to the friendly tone she was known for “Please, just call me mom”. She said quietly. Nikki turned around and went out the door slamming it behind her quietly whispering to herself “you will never be my mother”. Nikki continued down the street with tears beginning to form in her eyes. Nikki quickly wiped the tears away and quickly made her way down the rainy streets.
Nikki looked around at the rainy streets around her, they were unusually empty. Nikki had noticed that there seemed to be less and less people in this part of the city and missing reports were constantly in the news. Something seemed very out of place to her. Something about this just didn’t seem right to her. But soon enough she quickly dismissed the thought and began to think deeply about the dream from the night before. Nikki continued down the street listening to the soft patter of the rain on the street. She walked down the wet streets when suddenly a strange feeling swept over her. She began to panic a little and began to slowly speed up her pace of walking until she was practically running. She soon realized just how stupid she was acting and brought her pace back down to a steady walk. Nikki looked around the street brushing her rain drenched hair out of her face revealing her sapphire blue eyes. Her eyes were a gift from her mother, her birth mother. Nikki continued down the street and let out a sigh of relief when she saw the school was now in sight. She quickly made her way to the back of the small school and slipped in the back door, making sure that nobody saw her.
As soon as Nikki was sure that nobody had seen her she turned around and just about screamed. Standing right behind her was her friend life long friend Jessi. Jessi was a very high spirited and friendly girl. She wasn’t very big but not very small either. Jessi wasn’t exactly the prettiest girl on campus, but she had one thing that every girl on campus envied and wanted. Her hair. Jessi had long blond hair that was about shoulder length and was the color of golden silk. Every girl on campus wished that they could have Jessi’s hair. Nikki and Jessi had known each other since they both were 5 years old and that had always been there for each other ever since.
Nikki shouted angrily at her friend who was now trying to not fall over laughing. “Don’t do that!” Jessi was finally starting to catch her breath “sorry, I couldn’t help it”. Jessi said still laughing. Nikki Smacked Jessi over the head and stormed off down the hall. Jessi picked herself up off of the floor and ran off after her friend. “Nick is looking for you”. Jessi said when she caught up with Nikki. Nikki rolled her eyes. Nick was her supposed “boyfriend”
who she was set up with by her supposed “friend” Ashley. Nikki hated Nick. She hated everything about him. He was a perv, he was aggressive, and he was always mean to her friends. Plus, he had the hardest time keeping his hands to himself. Sometimes he would be grabbing her so much that it just made her feel absolutely terrible inside and she would have to give him a sharp jab with her elbow in his side or his ribs to get him to stop. The only reason why she stayed with him was because she was afraid of what he might do to her if she ever broke up with him.
As if on cue, a strong muscled handsome boy with short brown hair and grin on his face appeared at the end of the hall and started his way toward Jessi and Nikki when he saw them. The instant that Nikki saw nick coming, she got a terrible feeling that made her feel absolutely sick and she began to feel bad all over.  

[broken_spirit_chaos]

Chapter 4

Lance had watched her leave her home and had followed her to school. He now sat outside on the roof of the school looking around at the school’s property. The school wasn’t very big. It was a private school, but not necessarily one for smart kids or even for not so bright kids. It was just private. It was a school that was for parents who just didn’t want their children to go to a public school. Lance sat on the roof of the school looking out at the small fields that were surrounding the school. There wasn’t a single person about and there wasn’t a single sound other than the soft fall of the rain. Lance leaned against one of the heaters on the roof of the school and let out a long sigh lowering his head and closing his eyes listening to the lullaby of the falling rain. Lance opened one eye when he heard foot fall coming from the edge of the building. Lance began to relax though when he saw who it was out of the corner of his eye. It was Faith. Faith was a childhood friend of Lance. She was about 19 years old and had dirty blond hair and a very good figure. Lance had to admit, she was very beautiful. Lance had known Faith since he was born and they had been friends ever since. Faith was also married to a vampire named Serist. Serist was Lance’s master and teacher in Lance’s younger days. He was like a father to him.
Serist was one of the few vampires on the council and he had a say in a lot of the decisions that the vampire community made. That also included Lance’s punishment. His punishment for becoming infatuated with a human. Serist, however, used his power in the council to revoke and remove the punishment. Lance thanked his old friend and teacher but did not get off free. Serist wanted to meet faith and it was all thanks to Lance that the two even ever met. Lance looked up into the kind blue eyes of he beautiful vampire that stood before him. “Serist is very proud of you” Faith said, her voice just as beautiful as she was. “If he is, he sure doesn’t show it”. Lance said looking away, breaking away from the gaze of Faith’s caring eyes. “It takes a lot of strength and will power to go against the words of the elders” Faith said kindly sitting down next to lance tucking her elegant dress underneath her. “You’re a lot stronger than any of us would have ever guessed”. Faith said trying to look Lance in the eyes “you carry a very heavy burden that has been forced upon you, and you go against everything that the elders have taught us and told us to do”. Faith looked over sadly when she could not meet Lance’s eyes “especially considering what you are fighting for”. Faith said quietly with sincerity in her voice. Lance shut her out and pressed his face into his arms that he now had crossed across his legs. Lance listened and didn’t move until he heard Faith get up and leave and was sure that she was gone.  

[broken_spirit_chaos]

Chapter 6

Lance had been sitting on the roof of the school for another two hours before he actually got up and finally started moving around. He stood up and walked over to the edge of the small building and looked out at the property of the school. It was still raining outside and everything was dark and wet, which made everything around the school look very dark and gloomy. He looked down at himself and what he was wearing, he realized that he really hadn’t put much thought at all in what he had put on to wear. He had left the home in a hurry and didn’t really mind what he had dressed in.
He had put on some black thin silk pants and a long sleeved cotton shirt that fit loosely on him. He also was wearing black leather shoes that had a slight red tint to them, and on his way out of the house he had grabbed his jacket and thrown it on. All of these things were very common things and could be seen anywhere, however, there was one article of clothing that lance wore that was very unusual and very special. His coat. His coat was about as long as a trench coat but had no sleeves, it was also made of a strange thin yet durable material that nobody has yet been able to identify and color of it was as dark as night itself. The only color on the coat was the mysterious red symbol drawn on the back of it. The symbol went from the top of Lance’s shoulders and ended about the bottom of his back and is written in such a deep red that it looks as if it was written in blood. The dark symbol that rests on the material of the cloak seems to also give of a strange aura that glows a deathly blood red when seen in the full light of the moon. The only thing that anybody knows for sure about the dark symbol is that, anybody who gazes into the symbol in the light of the moon are filled with feelings of pain and suffering. Many of the other people at their home have all asked Lance were the dark clothe came from or what the symbol means, but Lance has refused to tell anybody. However, as surrounded in mystery his cloak was, it was not his most prized possession. Lance had two items in his possession that he prized more than anything.
The first of the two items was a sword. Grief. That was what it was called. Lance had found the sword lying in his room one night, under the moonlight of a blood red moon that hung hauntingly in the sky. When lance brought the sword to the elders, they had recognized it the second they laid their eyes upon its jagged edge. The elders sat lance down and began to tell the young vampire the story that lay behind the dark blade.
The Legend was passed down from one elder to the next threw countless generations. The blade had been forged during a great war that lasted hundreds of years. The war was being waged between two races, the lycans, and the vampires. The war lasted hundreds of years until the peak of it, when four blades of massive power were created. Two by moonlight, two by blood. That was how the legend went. Even to this day, the war still rages on, but in secret. The lycans, which were now commonly known as werewolves, hid among the humans, secretly attacking the vampires by hiring other dark beasts to do their bidding or attacking the vampires themselves. The four sacred blades that were forged during the war were given to the two leaders of each race. To this day, all of the swords still rest with each races leader, waiting to be used again and to get their taste of blood once again. Grief, however, was not one of the original four blades. Grief was forged and created when a grieving father lost his family both to the two warring sides. Filled with hatred for both the vampires and the lycans, he became blooded into both races. When the two races found out about his, they became very angry and both killed the man. However, they could not kill him before he had forged a blade and channeled all of his pain and sorrow into the blade. That blade became Grief. The blade was now cursed and is said to be able to grow more powerful by drawing on its wielders feelings of pain or suffering.
The other item of value in Lance’s possession was a necklace. It was made out of a strange dark red metal that was twisted and bent into the shape of a rose. Lance received the necklace from a very dear friend when she passed away. There doesn’t seem to be anything special about the strange necklace, but yet lance still will not tell anybody much about it either.
Lance looked out into the rain that was still persisting and continuing to fall when suddenly a noise arose and caught him off guard. The noise was the sound of foot steps. He instantly went for the sword at his side and whipped it out of its scabbard at an inhuman speed and quickly spun around to face whoever had approached him. Standing before him was a man with short messy hair that was a dark shade of red. The man was wearing entirely black and wore a dark colored cloak that he had draped around himself. However, there was one thing that stood out more than anything. His eyes. The man’s eyes were a deep shade of crimson that shone brightly in the dim light of the rainy day. The man grinned a toothy grin and reached at his side drawing out a long sword that had a small silver handle and a crest imprinted on the blade. Lance all ready had his sword and held it pointed the man “what do you want?” Lance said darkly. He knew exactly what this man was just by the color of his eyes. He was a Rogue Vampire.
Rogue vampires were vampires that went against everything that the elders taught and instructed. They are hated by all vampires and are often referred to as “dark blood”. All vampires hate their “dark blooded” cousins and most vampires make a personal goal to hunt down and kill them. There is, however, one reason why most vampires hate these dark fiends so much. They kill who they drink from. When a vampire drinks blood from its victim they are rendered unconscious from one of a few special natural abilities that vampires are given when they are born. Vampires also don’t drink as much blood as most people think. A full size vampire can survive for up to four months with only a half a pint of blood, so there isn’t ever necessary for a vampire to kill who they drink from. Rogue vampires, however, viciously kill their prey and drain their bodies’ dry of blood. Drinking that much blood is extremely bad for a vampire’s heath and often drives them mentally insane if they do.
Lance glared at the dark figure before him. “The same thing that all of us want”. The Dark blood purred his voice chilly and unnerving. Lance began to grow inpatient with this dark creature and swung his sword at his enemy standing before him, arching the swing aiming it at his throat. The dark blood quickly brought his sword up and blocked lance’s sword with the blade of his own by the handle of his sword. The Rogue then spun around swinging his sword in the same direction as his spin using the momentum of the spin to whip the sword at lance. Lance quickly jumped up and kicked off of one of the heaters on the roof. He narrowly dodges the sword and hears it whip by him as he drops back down from the jump. He lands on the roof of the building and goes into a roll bringing his sword straight out and up until he feels it plunge into his enemies’ chest, missing his heart by only a few inches. A look of complete shock came across the Rogue’s face as it felt the blade pass into its chest and it fell back and slid off of the edge of Lance’s sword dropping to the ground dead.
Lance looked down at the dead vampires body lying on the ground and soon turned around and walked over to the edge of the school looking around for any more rogue vampires that might be hiding. Suddenly, and without warning, the dead vampire jumped up onto its feet and charged lance at full speed intending to throw lance off of the building. Lance had seen this coming and quickly spun to the side and grabbed the vampire. He then swung himself around and used the momentum of the spin and his strength to hurl the vampire off of the roof of the building and down crashing toward the ground. Lance took a few steps back and waited for the sickening thud of the dark blooded vampire’s body hitting the ground. Lance turned around and looked around the roof. He walked over to a puddle that had formed on the roof from the rain and washed his blade of the vampire’s blood and then resheathed it in its scabbard. Lance looked down, into the dark surface of the now blood stained puddle, and looked at the boyish face that was reflecting on its dark surface. He reached up and brushed his dark bangs out of his face and ran his fingers along the dark red scar that ran across his left eye and continued into part of his face. He looked away from the dark image in the water and stood back up and looked out at the dark streets around the school. He slowly closed his eyes and tried to focus on the sound of the falling rain. He kept his eyes closed but watched as painful memories of his past flashed through his mind. Lance stood alone as a single pain filled tear rolled down his face and stood there, holding tightly to the necklace that hung around his neck. He opened his eyes slowly and looked over the edge of the school and growled angrily when he saw that the vampire’s body had moved and now was gone. He wiped the tears from his face and walked back over to one of the heaters on the roof and sat back down closing his eyes and trying to zone everything out and hear nothing but the soft lullaby of the rain falling around him.  

[broken_spirit_chaos]

Chapter 7

“Why do you stay with him?” Jessi asked Nikki concerned for her very close friend. Nikki didn’t respond and just continued walking down the hall with Jessi. “Why do you stay with him if he treats you so badly?” She asked again hoping to get an answer this time. “Because I'm scared”. Nikki said as a tear rolled down her face. “I’m just so scared”. She said again her voice now shaking. Jessi pulled Nikki of to the side and out of the school and sat her down on one of the benches set up around the school’s property. It was still raining, but Jessi just ignored it. “Are you ok?” She asked Nikki deeply concerned for her. “I’m fine”. Nikki said quietly looking away. “No, your not”. Jessi said looking her in the eyes. “Nick has done something to you that is deeply hurting you”. As if on cue, thunder began to rumble in the sky and it began to rain even harder. Nikki moved her head over to her friend’s shoulder and began to cry lightly. Jessi wrapped her in a hug and hugged her tightly whispering that she was going to be ok and that nick was going to pay for what he has done. Soon enough the bells rang and the girls had to get to class. Jessi gave Nikki one last hug before leaving and they both departed leaving for their classes.
Nikki sat down in her seat and dropped her stuff on her desk. She buried her face in her arms and rested her head on her desk. She just about jumped when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around in her seat to see who it was. Her heart sank. It was Nick. She had completely forgotten that she had this class with him and he had caught her completely off guard. “are you doing anything tonight?” he asked her casually. “No, why?” She asked looking away trying to avoid his gaze. “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk in the park tonight”. He said smiling. She looked at Nick and then down to the desk. She wanted to say no more than anything, but she couldn’t. She wanted to refuse and never see him again, but she knew that id she said no, he would get angry and would probably hurt her again. “Sure”. She said burying her face in her arms. “Great, ill pick you up right after school”. Nick said and hopped back over to his desk on the other side of the room. She hated being with Nick, she hated it more than anything. Even more, she hated being alone with him where nobody could see what he did to her. Nick was a very strong and forceful person and it scared her so much to be alone with him.
Nikki looked at the teacher who was now giving his instructions for the day. She wasn’t listening and zoned out everything else around her. She buried her face in her arms and rested her head on the cold surface of the desk trying to drown out all the noise around her. She sat there quietly thinking and listening to all of the events of the day echoed in her mind. She looked over at nick, which was sitting in his chair and grinning at her. She dreaded the time the two of them spent together and was terrified of what nick might have planned for her when they went to the park. She looked away from him and looked up at the grim face of the clock hanging on the wall. She slowly counted down the seconds of the clock like a person would count down the seconds of a bomb, sitting 2 feet in front of them. She sat quietly in her desk as her grim fate slowly approached her.