Flazryu's Fantasy Works

[Flazryu]

I will use this for you all to read my various works, it will all be links, not all to the same place so don't asume that it is.

Yes I know that some of these works do need a lot, and I mean it a lot of edditing, I just haven't had the time to do so, and the computer I did it on origanally was a black and white, running windows 3.1.1 and to add to it all I had to use the most basic writting program for the thing, so I need to get it pulled up on my win98 and edit the crap out of it.

Hopw you like it, I will update here as I put new works up, please comment.  

[Flazryu]

Ok here's my fictionpress, I don't actually use it anymore so it's not going to be updated.
Flazryu  

[Flazryu]

I would but there's one minor problem, the size of them....


I may, I'll have to think about it, it's alot of copy and pasting for such a small job.  

[Flazryu]

This is a completed work of mine, it just needs some grammer correction, and a little bit of fine tuning on my part.

You can read any og my stories as much as you want, just please don't steal them, I have spent so many hours on them that I would take legal action for them, I have all the origanal data, hand written papers, and even many backup files.

The
Afterlife
Of a
Vampire

A man walks across the room toward a woman, "care for a drink?" "Yeah, baby, gimme another," obviously already drunk. "How would you like to try the wine?" She drunkenly gets up and follows the man to a door marked, 'Wine cellar. Keep out.' "Are you sure we can go in there?" "I run the place." "Ooohh, ok," she follows him into the cellar, "why is your skin so pale?" He smiles showing his perfectly pointed fangs. "Nice, where'd ya get em?" "They were forced onto me," running his hands through his fire red hair, spikes going in all directions. Changing the subject, "So where's the oldest wine at?" He walks further down the stairs. "So further we go," she starts girlishly giggling. He toys with the amulet that's around his neck, the symbol of his clan, as he goes further down. "Are you going all the way down?" her fear is starting to show. He nods as he watches the fire at the bottom; he pulls her with his long, bony fingers. Her fear shows even more as she starts to whimper. They continue to walk down into the darkness. Once they reach the bottom, he picks up a flaming torch. The sound of dripping water in the background. "Let's go back," she is getting sober very quickly as the fear takes over the body. "It's just a little further." "It better be," now fully sober. He rolls his eye's knowing the type all to well. They reach the end of the row and turned to go down the columns. "Let's just go now." "Just a little further." "Let's just take this one," she pulls a bottle off the shelf. His eye's bolt open, "No! Not that one, it hasn't reached my year of approval." She smiles, showing her pearly white teeth, "You have a year of approval?" "Yes." 'That was to close,' he thinks to himself. They reach the wall, 'Turned left last time, turn right here.' "This way," he pushes open a door. "Wow." "Pick anyone of them." She walks over and bends down. 'Now's the time,' he bolts forward and takes the much longed for bite, 'ah, human blood.' The body slowly goes limp, 'That's all for now.' He pulls a bottle from the shelf and lets the blood flow freely into the bottle, watching as it slowly fills the bottle. Once the bottle was full the body fell limp. He put a cork into the bottle and picked up another bottle, he drew the soul from the body and placed it into the bottle. He torched the body and watched with pleasure as it burns. As the body burns he puts the soul onto a hidden shelf. Once the body was finished burning, he buries the ashes under the racks. He walks out of the room and puts the bottle of blood on a shelf carefully remembering the location.

On his way up the stairs he runs into a woman. "Ornith is that you?" "Yes, who are you?" "It's Dinasia." He looked at her, "Dinasia, the head of Grangrel." "Yes, your leader." He awkwardly bows, showing his respect. "Why are you here?" "The elders sent me to look into the many disappearances from here." "They do realize that others, greedy others, feed from here as well. I have a very popular establishment here." He sighs, "Well I guess it is time to dip into my stock." "How many have you changed in the past year?" "None, I will never condemn any to suffer the same kind of life I have." "Well, how many have you fed on?" "About two-hundred in the past year." She frowns, "That only accounts for twenty-five percent." "It's the other's," he roars. "I will kill them all," his eye's flash with fury as he thinks of the best way to do it. "Ornith that will solve nothing." "Oh, won't it," he runs down the stairs.

When he gets in to room, Dinasia is already waiting. "Why are you going to kill you fellow kind?" "They are not my fellow kind. They get greedy with what they eat, most of them took pleasure in draining their families of their life," he reaches in a hole in the back of the room. From the hole he pulled a samurai sword, a boot knife, and a knife that is used for skinning animals. He straps the sword and skinner, as he called it, onto his waist. The boot knife he strapped securely to his ankle, under his pant leg. "Well, now I have to actually use them." "What do you mean?" "I hate the sun so I train everyday." "Wait, you can be in the sun?" "Yes, why?" "It's just not very common."

His eye's become alert, "Hunter." "What!?" Ornith ducks behind the door in an odd sort of seam. Dinasia sits on the other side with her hatchet at ready. A man walks through the door, the hand he used to open the door is cut off by the blow dealt by Dinasia. "That just grew back," he growled. "You will pay for that," he draws his sword. Ornith jumps out from behind the door, sword seeming to glow, "Bofie, you traitor, you will pay," the swords begin to dance, sparks flying as the swords strike each other with a great force. As the swords fly, "I will slay you." "Not this day, demon." The dance begins to pick up speed as the two become more eager to win. There is now a song in the air as the blades move with speed that makes the blades glow with enjoyment. The swords come to a halt, both glowing with pure hate for each other. Bofie falls to one knee, "You have won." He gets up and walks out. Ornith sets his blade down to let it cool, "The smith's are not going to like repairing that." She looks coldly at the blade, "Why do we use such primitive weapons?" He gain's a look of shock, "Our laws forbid us using any weapon that humans have made, and the smith's refuse to make weapon's that make loud noises." "But then why haven't the demons tried to use weapons like that?" "My guess is that they still like to follow the code of chivalry." "Well, that might explain it." He hands her the sword after it cooled, "Would you take that to the smith's for me?" She nods then disappears in silence.

On his way up he drinks from one of the many bottles of blood. Once upstairs, he goes to the bar. "What will it be?" the bartender asks. "Whisky, on the rocks." The bartender rushes to work, "Here ya go." It goes down smoothly as he slowly sips it. He then downs it. He gets up and walks to a red box on the wall; he unlocks it, and pushes a red button. A loud blare sounds twice through the place, everyone looks around, then they slowly drain from the club. One solitary man is sitting at the bar, Ornith walks to him, "Jack, you have to go now." "My wife's going to kill me. Don't make me go." "Jack, your wife is dead." "What!?" "She's dead Jack." My wife's dead?" "She's been dead." "She's dead," he starts crying. "Jack, you've gottta go." "I don't wanna go." "Jack, the place is going to close." "Oh, all right," he gets up, on the way out he runs into the doorway. Ornith then walks back to the box, and turns the key while in a keyhole, the place locks down.

Once it was locked down, three fully audible cracks could be heard. "The council calls for Ornith." "You council guards still don't have silence," He disappears in complete silence.

He reappears in the hall of the elders. It is a plain room with four old men sitting in a semi-circle at a low set table. Two guards stood at each end of the table, one stood behind the elders. The room is white with the only light coming from the elders themselves. He had heard rumors that the entire place was in a room the size of a matchbox. "Why has the council called?' "We are concerned with how many morrs that the entire place was in a room the size of a matchbox. "Why has the council called?' "We are concerned with how many morrs that the entire place was in a room the size of a matchbox. "Why has the council called?' "We are concerned with how many morrs that the entire place was in a room the size of a matchbox. "Why has the council called?' "We are concerned with how many morrs that the entire place was in a room the size of a matchbox. "Why has the council called?' "We are concerned with how manyrsrs He disappears to his home, and returns the next day to the room that is reserved for the training of how to use magic takes place. The Elder Vampire of Magic taught him how to use the magic, and they were done sooner than expected. "We have enough time for me to teach you one more spell, what would you like to learn?" "Teach me to make my supply last longer." "What do you mean by that?" "Teach me to make a bottle of blood never dry." "That is a simple, just wave your hand over it willing it to last forever." Ornith then bows and disappears.

The next day he casts the spell several hours before he opened. Once he opens Jack is the first to enter, still drunk from the last bar he was kicked out of. "Hey," was the first thing to come out of his mouth, heavy with the smell of stale beer. He falls into the barstool and finally manages to clumsily sit on it. "Jack, right on time," Ornith smiles. "Yeah, yeah, just get me a beer." When he gets his beer, he brings it up to his lips, tilts his head back, and falls backwards in the effort. "Good ole Jack," he laugh's. The other people that come on a regular basis start to pour in, all waving at Ornith respecting the fact that he opens early so they can get off the streets. Soon the new one's start to come in, the one's that no one would notice if they went missing.

A very attractive young woman walks in, wearing a passion red dress that show's more than most women would want to show. He watches the woman, closely admiring her beauty. A rather handsome young man walks up to her and brings her to his table. As they walk past he gets a whiff of the perfume that she is wearing, 'How much cheaper could you get lady.' He shrugs that off very quickly, having seen what looks like his last victim, 'It can't be!? She's alive!' The woman, having seen him, quickly walks over. "My name is Jasmine. My sister, Danielle, was here a couple of night's ago. I was wondering if you might have seen her, she hasn't been home, since?" "Your sister, huh. I met her." "Do you know where she went?" 's**t, careful, your on thin ice with the Elders.' "No," he turns around and enters a door marked 'Private.' 'He knows something, and I'm going to find out what.' She walks around the bar area and bumps into Jack, making him spill his beer, again. "Girl....Oh, Danielle, I see you have finally come back to see Ornith," he gulps from the new beer he just got. "Ornith? Who's that?" "The man you were just talking to," he belches loudly. "You must have really had too many, even I can't forget him," he shutters, "something about him." He takes another drink from his beer to get rid of the thought. 'Let's look this guy up.' She hurries out of the bar and down the path to the lot, gets into her car and drive's away.

When she arrives at the police station it is well after ten and all is calm in the small town. She hurries into the building and stops at one of the doors. She turns to the guard at the desk, "Joe, I'll be in here a while, make sure no one bothers me." "Right Ma'am."

She settles down at the computer and tries to pull up a search on Ornith, 'It's not a very common name. Nothing!' She then pull's a search on the club, and looks at the owner, 'Jason Graves!? Who's he?' She pulls up the file on the owner, 'That's Ornith!?' She look's at the birth date and is in alarm at what it says.

He walks out of the room and goes about the business of closing the place down, he sees Jack and goes about the routine of getting him out. When he get's closer it appears that he has almost all of the beer in the bottle. "Jacck, is something wrong?" "I didn't go to my wife's funeral." "Why?" "I was drunk," his voice incredibly sober. "You got drunk instead of going to your wife's funeral." "I'm going to stop." "That's nice, but what will you do?" "This is the only place I know, so I'll work for you." "Ok, then your job will be to make sure no one stay's past hours. You can start tonight if you feel up to it." "I'm up to it," he gets up and searches around for anybody. Thirty minutes later he comes back not finding anyone. "You can go now." He walks out and Ornith locks the place down.

Jasmine pulls out, in her cruiser, the other officers following closely behind.

The sirens blare up to the club. Ornith walks out of the side door, with a rather glum look on his face. Jasmine walks to him. As she's handcuffing him, she reads him his rights, "You are under arrest for impersonation."

When they get to the police station, Ornith's eyes' try to ajust to the bright light. They fingerprint him and try to take all his possessions. "Ma'am the necklace won't come off," showing her the bent bolt cutters. "It's an amulet," Ornith corrects. "Whatever, get it off," she snapped at him. "It's the only reason this town isn't up in flames." "Is that a threat?" He walks to her, breathing heavily, "If it were, you wouldn't be standing there." "Now that was a threat," the fat officer blurted. She glares at him, "lock him up." The officer shoves him into a cell.

Jasmine walks out of the station, fully intent on finding what he's got in his bar.

Once there she reaches for the door knob to the wine cellar, zap, she jumps back from the electric shock. "What are you doing here after hours?" Dinasia said as she comes in. "That is a police line you crossed," she then sees the amulet around her neck that Ornith has. "Where did you get that?" "That is none of your business," her eye's get a faint glint. "Well I'll be off," she walks out the club. Jasmine goes to chase her, she gets out the door, and Dinasia is gone.

"Elders, she was clearly trying to go after him for something he's stopped." "We can do nothing to the humans." "Elders, at least grant me the power to banish the humans from his home."

Jack walks up to the bar at his usual time, "Why's it locked? Hey Ornith, open up." Jasmine run's up to him, "Who are you?" "Who are you? No one is supposed to come on the grounds till it's open?" "I will repeat myself, who are you?" "I'm Jack I work here. Hey Ornith, open up." "He's not here, he was arrested. And if you don't leave I'll have you arrested for crossing a police line."

Dinasia walks around the corner and puts a sign firmly into the ground, then walks away.

The sign reads:
This land is now
Under the protection
Of USDP.

"USFDP, what's that?" Jasmine say's aloud. Jack backs away with fear on his face, "United States Department of Protection. You must have messed with some powerful people." "It does not matter I am not leaving this place."

A black van pulls up, three fully armed men get out and go into the building. Once they are inside they lock it down. A helicopter flies overhead shining a spotlight on the two standing there. "You are trespassing on federally protected ground, please leave immediately before we open fire." The two of them scurry away in fear, Jack had a lot more of a head start.

They are now at a full sprint, in different directions. Jasmine is heading toward a place that is not an exit, but a cliff. She stops, skids, and a hand grabs her arm before she falls over. With great strength she is pulled up.

The face of the personis a new one to her. it is a middle-aged woman, with a blue symbol on her forehead. The woman throws Jasmine onto the ground.

"Get off of this land or face penalties that no human wants to face," her voice makes the hair on Jasmine's neck stand on end.

Jasmine stumbles away.

"Humans," the woman mutters, as she flexes her causlised hands. She then walks to the side door of the club and enters.

"Ma'am," the three men salute.

"At ease." They settle down.

"Hey, hey," one of the other prisoners says.

"Just leave me alone."

"Oh, poor ba . . .," he gets a fist into the gut. "You son of a . . .," gets another in the face.

"I said leave me alone."

The other prisoners' Fist's clench, "Your an as . . .," he is cut off by an electrical sound as the lights flash.

"Wha . . what are y . . you do . . doing?"

"I told you to leave me alone," his eye's an errie yellow, stare blankly at the petrified man.

The man plops down on the bench and becomes silent.;

Ornith closes his eye's and lays back, knowing that his home is well protected.

"What is the government doing protecting your home?" Jasmine roars as she enters the holding cells.

"Making good on their contracts. You should be recieving a call soon, that you will not like."

Just as he finishes, an officer comes in and tells her that she has a call from the National Protection Agency.

"I'll be back to deal with you," she threatens Ornith with. She eners her office and picks up the phone, "Hello, Chief Rivers." "You're dipping your fingers into an interest of government matters, let him go and never bother him or his land again," this is folowed by a click and dial tone. "Wha, what the?" she slams the phone on the hook, cracking the cradle. She marches to the gaurs at the holding cells, "Put this so called Ornith in a private cell," she walks away mutering something about not really being government. The gaurd goes ino the cell and puts the cuffs on Ornith, who calmly goes with him to the private cells.

Jasmine pulls up in her cruiser, with three others. The lady steps out with two of the men flanking her, "This property is under the protection of the government, leave now."

"This is my jurisdiction, and this land is under police investigation."

The woman pulls a phone from her pocket, "Jason, send in the crew, we need an electric fence," she pauses to listen, "yeah we've got the local vermin," she hangs up the phone. "I suggest you get out of here before Jason and his crew get arrive, they don't take kindly to the reason they have to come out."

"I'm not leaving," Jasmine says, stubornly.

"Fine but don't stare at him when he comes, he hates it and it'll give him a reason to brutally force you to go."

Not a half an hour later a yellow Corvette Sting Ray, with green flames pulls up. A big man with striking green eye's and shimmering blue skin steps out of the car. Three more high end cars pull up, two men get out of each. Then a green modified bus pulls up, no windows on the bus. The seven men walk up to the bus, the door opens and they enter. Each of them comes out with two spicked poles.

Jasmine, being her usual self, stares at Jason. He slams the poles into the ground, about twenty-five feet apart, then walks up to her, "All locals must leave the premisise at once," his voice vibrates the air.

"I run this county, not you and your group of freaks," defiantly stepping closer to him.

He smiles showing his pointed teeth, "You won't be for very long if you continue to defy the government."

"What the hell is wrong with you freaks thinking that you are part of some government organization?"

"So that's why you haven't done what the Big Man said yet. Most of our operation has been with the government from the day of our birth, we are the elite, we take care of the things you humans fear and what you can't even comprehend."

The woman pulls out her phone and dials another number, "Sir we've got a vermin problem, won't let the Big Man out." She waits a second, "Uha, yeah, will do," she hangs up. "The boss gave word for the use of Juice, to get him out."

"Who or what the ******** is Juice?" Jasmine yells, now getting rather irritated with their act, and defiance of her authority, and getting worried for her well being.

"Juice is," she pauses, "well, he's a vampire hybrid gone wrong, very wrong."

Jason goes to the bus, putting on an emerald ring. he comes out with a thick leather and chain combination leash. On the other end is a chain muzzle over the mouth of a huge fur covered man, whose fangs are more like giant teeth, he walks hunched over, his body, being covered in thick black fur, is not clothed.

"Hey Juice, ready for some fun?" This is responded to by a loud howl, as the beast rears his head back and stands to his full height, towering over all of them. "Go to the police station and let Ornith out." This time there is a gleam in the yellow wolf-like eye's, and a hiss. Jason unhooks the leash and Juice runs off at an incredibly fast pace, headed directly for the police station.

"What's going to happen to my men?" Jasmine asks, her voice oozes her fear, and she now has no doubt that they mean business.

"Nothing, as long as they don't try and stop him."

"Of course they are going to try and stop him, he's a monster and he's going to let out a prisoner who is considered highly dangerous."

"Then they will be sorry cause he won't kill them."

An hour later Ornith is back at his place, while Jasmine tries to explain to the state troopers exactly what happened to her entire station, all but the ones that were with her, and, her herself.

A few minutes later she is on her way to the insane asylum, her few men that lived didn't say a word to her defense, choosing instead to say that it was just a group of insane men.

The fence is finished being erected, to aid even more in the security of the club. He shuts down and now has clones of sheep sent to the place to supply to the special crowd he caters too, and for his own usage, not as tasty but a usefull alternitave.

The new chief of police is now filled by an older male, who is very sensible.

Ornith still lives on the land, not bothered, because of the stories passed around about Jasmine going crazy after meeting him, though Jack still comes around, when he's needed on busy nights.  

[Flazryu]

Actually that's only the first part of the story line, there's another part that's not yet digital.