:A cool wind rolls as it blows over the hills near the haven. The tall grass waveing in the light breeze as if it were alive, dancing in the night air. Shadows cast by the old dead trees scattered across the landscape. Their dead branches creaking and swaying in the night as they moonlight streams steadily threw them. The water of the near by lake sparkles and shines as if made of glass, as still as death and as black as the night. The bright reflection of the stars twinkleing above and the moon the rises high above the earth, stained a pale red and glowing brightly lighting up the dark night. A few clouds scattered across the sky slowly drifting threw it dimming the silvery rays of moonlight as they pass before it. All goes dark for a moment as a cloud pases in front of the moon, a soft red glow becomes aparent next to one of the oldes dead oak trees near the lake's edge. The glow seems to materialized and as the cloud passes from the moons face and slowly drifts on a man suddenly becomes visable where he was not before all went dark, his eyes a bright red that seem to glow in the darkness. He leans his back against the great dead oak with his arms folded and looks out over the lake with his head turned to the side as he does so. The wind blows with a light howl and his long crimson hair flutters in the wind before settling against his shoulder once again. His body and face showing no signs of emotions or feeling. His skin as pale as the moon above and it seems iridescent in the moonlight. The wind blows once again, howling a bit louder, his body blows with the wind and he seems to blow over. His body moveing as if weightless as if in slow motion he steps out onto the surface of the black lake. The water cool against the bottoms of his feet as he walks across the water as if it were as normal as breathing. The water doesn't even seem to ripple, it stays as firm as marble as he delicately walks out into the middle of the lake and lays on the surface of the water with his arms spread out as well as his legs. His crimson hair sprawling out across the water's surface as well. His eyes shine in the moonlight and a slight movement of his eye lids could be noticed as his body slowly sinks down into the water. He floats there, or rather does not alow himself to sink as he waves his arms threw the water feeling the icey waters running threw his fingers and across his fingers as he stares up at the night sky.:
:A tall tower stands tall on top of a softly rolled hill casts hit's shadow down over the valley below. An eery liveliness radiates from the shadow as the tall grass it's cast upon blows lividly in the light wind. The tall strands of grass rolling like waves over the gently sloped hills like waves on the ocean as moonlight glistens on it's surface. The shadows of dark clouds are cast upon the earth as they float threw the sky, splitting the bright white moonlight. The night was clear as crystal and the stars shined immaculately. All was quiet but for the light whimpering and the sounds of creaking wood and clinking steel as the sounds were carried from this gloomy ruin of a tower out over the grounds surrounding it. The whimpers slowly dissolve and turn into pants and moans followed shortly by paniced screams and pleads for freedom. The creaking and clinking continue and the wailing of this poor soul continue. The wind howls once again and the wind blows in threw the tower window into a room full of old paintings disheveled on the walls and book shelves cluttered with books and ancient relics that have been long forgotten. Slowly this gust of wind carries down the cold stone spiral staircase down. A pale red glow can be seen from around the bend in the staircase as the wind carries forward into another room. The sounds of pain and screaming get louder and louder as the wind blows closer and closer to it's source. A room with shackles bolted into the walls, a keep hanging from the ceiling with a dead corpse leaning against the openings in the narrow cage as a group of crows sunk their black beaks into it's flesh. Drops of rancid blood dripping from it as well as pieces of flesh. Skeletons shackled to the walls and hanging drearily, the bodies and bones horribly disfigured. The main attraction of this room was in the center of the room. A young man lain upon it with his arms bound to this board. A beautiful man standing near a round wooden crank shaft slowly turning the wheel as the chain wrapped around the axle clinked as it rotated arching the table and bending this man backward. His long red hair flowed delicately over his back and strands of it fell down over his shoulder and dangled lightly in his face as he continued to crank. His eyes seeming to slow a bloody red as his fingers clasped firmly onto the next spoke of the wheel and pushed it forward. He could hear the sound of bones popping and wood creaking as the man on the rack cried out for god to help him. The mention of got only brought a malicious smile to spread over the red haired man's face. His red hair was brilliant against he pale skin as he pushed it out of his face and back over his shoulder. He turned to the man on the rack and spoke softly to him. He stopped cranking and this gave the victim a short relief of the pain.: You cry for god to save you? For his help. :He laughs lightly deep in his throat. It was barely audible but it soon grew in to a maniacal laugh that would drawl all hope and happiness from even the strongest being. His eyes squinted evilly as he looked down onto the man.: There is no god. There is only what is here on this earth. :he turned from the man. His long hair sweeping along his back as it fluttered in the air with the motion of him turning. His hand played with the spoke of the wheel.: I would be the closest thing to god on this earth.... :His voice trailed off as he turned his head to the side to look over his shoulder at this tormented man as he gazed up into those glowing red eyes: Me and my kind... :he pushed on the wheel and it cranked again and he snapping of his arm popping from his shoulder filled the room as the man screamed in excruciating pain. His back arched high, almost making a half circle with his body. His stomach stuck out as his flesh pulled tautly over his body.: It will all be over soon enough... and you can go to your... god. :he spun around again and his hair flipped in the air as he made his way to the other side of the rack to a old wooden table where a number of sharpened tools were organized. They were glistening as moonlight streamed in threw a near by opening in the tower where a few stones of the tower had been knocked free.: My shiny toys. :An evil grin spread across his face as he picked up a sickle with a long handle and made his way along side of the rack. He waved it over the man as he lay there helplessly watching him, his eyes locked with the sickle.: You like it? It's an antique. Over a hundred years old. I absolutely love tormenting pathetic humans like you. It gives me great pleasure. :He touched the point of the sickle against his taunt stomach and ran it gently over it, cutting it every so slightly. The blood dripped down over his body and from the tip of the sickle. He pulled it to his mouth and licked the blood from it.: mmmmmm, I've been craving the warm taste of a humans blood. Perhaps I should end this quickly, to spare you the pain. :he man begged that it was ended quickly and to free him from suffering. A soft frown moved across the red haired man's face as he looked down on the human.: And then again.. :he looked out the opening in the wall at the pale moon: Perhaps I should make this last... :His eyes drifted quickly back to the humans eyes, his head not turning but his eyes glowing and even brighter red as the sickle positioned it's self just below the humans rib cage and plunged into his body. The man screamed out in excruciating pain. He pulled the sickle slowly down the man's stomach splitting it down the center slowly. Streams of blood poured down over his body now splattering on the floor and staining the rack even more than it had already been. He chuckled at the pain of this human as he quickly ripped the sickle down the humans body slashing his stomach open to his pelvis. The humans insides poured out as the rack pulled his now loosened skin apart further. His guts pouring out over his body and he could do nothing but watch and scream as he slowly died losing blood fast and screaming more franticly than he had been before. The red haired man drops the sickle on the table where he had gotten it and picks up a dagger and walks slowly to the head of the man on the rack and leans down and whispers into his ear.: Be with your god, human. :He slashes his throat quickly as blood pours from his jugulars. The red haired man sighs and picks up a crystal glass from the table and holds it down against the skin of the now dead man as his warm blood pours into it filling it. He pulls it up to his lips and sips lightly on it as he lets out another sigh.: These humans today have no will to live. "Please, stop the suffering!" "God save me!" "Help me, Someone help me!" It's all the same. :he walks around the rack and up the spiral stair case with the glass still in his hand. His foot steps echoing hard against the stone as he comes onto the top landing of the tower. The moonlight streams down onto him as he plops down onto his throne of black steel and decorated with blackened skulls. A comfortable seat with plush red velvet. A matching table in front of him with a crystal ball sitting on top of it. His leg dangled over the arm of the throne as he looked out over the soft landscape around the tower watching the grass blow in the wind as he drank deeply from his glass finishing off the blood within it. A drop of blood sliding from the corner of his mouth down over his cheek. He swept it up with his finger and licked it off.: It's all the same.... What is eternal life without any interest in life... :he threw his glass against the stone notches of the top of the tower and it shattered. He sighed again and his gaze moved back to the surrounding hills:
As the sun sund down and rested it's head on the pillow of the sky and slowly pulled a blanket of mountain over its face all grew dark and the moon awoke. The moon shined bright as it's majisty rose high into the midnight blue sky as a hazy purple lingered on the edges of those far off lands that can never be reached. A bright star apeared in the sky, a friend of the moon, and yet another, and another untill the sky was littered with the soft twinkleing of these daimond specks in the sky, shining bright and casting their light faitly down onto the earth's face. The earths face, where the dim light of the moon and stars lit the plane of humanity and called out creatures from other planes of existance. The air slowly became cool and the wind blew gentally, caressing the rolling hills of the valley trapped within the towering moutains that created it, this valley that was as a boul of earth.
The tall grass that stood waist hight swayed delicatly in the light wind makeing it like a sea of dull tan tendrels extending from the ground. Small animals weaveing their way threw it's stalks and deer majestically galloping threw it and nibbleing leasurly at it, their ears moveing in the direction of every near by sound and their heads popping up from their grazeing with alarm. Rabbits raceing across the rolling green grassy hills, their long ears twitching as them and their families sought shelter for the night, makeing their way quickly back to their burrow as most animals did at this time of night. The soft sounds of these animals moveing about filled the grounds and was carried on the wind, soft hooting of owls and screaching of bats as well as they soared threw the air like dark birds of the night.
The valley was a peaceful place, or at least, this is how it would seem. True, it was a calm place, a place where one could find peace sitting ontop of a hill looking out over the valley, sighing gentally in contentment as they breathed deeply filling their lungs with the sweet cool summer air, oh how refreshing it was. But blood had been spilled her many times before. It seemed odd that a place so beautiful and peaceful would be called The Valley of the Dead, named for the numbers what were killed over battles to claim this land and for the petrified forest which was one of the more unique features of this valley.
A petrified forest, a forest where the trees had become hardened, like stone, and stood silently, drearily, as they towered over all else in the vallen but for the tower that lay deep within it's confines. Ancient tower, the headquarters of a once powerful king who had once faught and died for this land, a battle that in which the blood was uncomprehensable and is said to have flooded the grounds and caused the petrification of the forrest. The tower stood still in a clearing in the center of the forrest in ruin. Bolders had smashed threw the celentrical walls of the tower and knocked stones free which lay still, scattered amongst the grounds coverd in moss. The tower stood high above all else in the valley, and one would dare not go near it let alone enter the petrified forest surrounding it for fear of the feirce beasts that lay within and the monster that has been said to live within the tower. Some nights one can hear screams of pain comeing from the tower, agoniseing pain, and the red haired king could be seen occastionally sittion on his throan at the top of the tower.
At least, this is what the locals believed, but the king was long dead. And what was left was the red haired vampire that claimed this place of death as his. He stood at the top of the tower with a leg up and resting against the stone rim of the top of the tower as he leaned up against it, the wind making his hair flutter. His pale skin seemed to shine in the moonlight and his eyes seemed to glow a bloody red as the shined dimmly as he looked out over the land on which he called home.
His expression was almost never changing and his knoledge and power were greater than that of any he had ever met but he was not one to flex his muscle if it could be avoided. He had grown sick of the death that was his life and which surrouned him and did not wish to bestow it upon anyone, but a vampire he was, and murder was his game and on this night he grew hungry and his vampire nature began to call him to feed.
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