TK
06-26-2002, 05:34 AM
And now for something completely different from me.
This is actually based on a concept I developed a year ago at a summer camp creative writing concept. It's my own little take on the whole sci fi vampire post-apocalyptic-world type thingy. I decided to call it Light and Dark and it will proceed through a plethora of very short "chapters." I have no idea how long it will go, or really where the plot will be down the road, but I'm hoping I'll end up finishing it. If I take a while with an installment be sure to annoy me! =) And sooooo.... this might contain some mild violence/language......
Light and Darkness
1.
It was not a good night for hunting. The moonlight was dull and the clouds were many, meaning that the only real comfort when hunting a vamp was the few and far between street lights that still worked and the flashlight that Dak was currently gripping extremely tightly in his left hand. The flashlight was always your best friend, moonlight or no, but sometimes it was nice to have a little extra light above your head to reassure you that whatever vampire you were chasing wasn't at his maximum potential.
Now, however, Dak was being led away from the busier parts of the city, and there was almost no light. The flashlight would not last forever, either; this had to end fast before even that was gone and Dak had nothing left but the tiny injector in his right glove, something which provided little protection when not used in combination with a light source of some kind.
Dak stepped over the debris of a destroyed old truck and, shining his light ahead of him, he was treated to a most unwelcome sight: A graveyard. So this was where that piece of shit had been leading him. And judging from the way his CLR had stopped indicating movement, it seemed pretty likely that the final battle was going to have to take place here. Well, fine. Dak had handled a few graveyard battles before.
He continued forward a ways, his feet crunching gently against the dry leaves that littered the cold floor of the cemetary. He pretty much knew how the vampire would try to handle this. The cemetary was filled with replicas of demonic beasts, demons, necromancers, and other symbols of the darkness - it was a way of keeping the spirits of the dead at home so that they would not rise to become vampires. (Most people believed that things like that worked, and it was always a thorn in the side of hunters, as all it really did was make vampires that rose from a graveyard into the stronger variety, and make them stronger when they were in a graveyard.) The vampire would do its best to blend in, and thanks to the dark conditions it would probably succeed, and then leap out in one lightning fast dash for Dak's throat. He had been in the situation many times and heard about similar scenarios thousands of other times, and the vamps always did that. It was the way they fought. Never go directly against someone with a light if you can help it.
Sure enough, the vampire soon came tearing out of his hiding place to Dak's left. It was a split-second reaction, something Dak had been practicing the better part of his life and had gotten very good at. The vampire's lightning speed was not enough, and Dak had whirled to face him, his flashlight blazing right in the vamp's face. It recoiled, shrieking in pain as the light splashed over its body, and it stepped slowly back, trying to muster up the strength to escape the ray and get back to the darkness, but it did not have a chance. Once Dak's light was on a vampire he would never let it get away. It was over for this one. Eventually it backed into a crypt, and stood there, leaning against the cold stone wall, its face an expression of torture as it realized it could step back no further and lacked the strength to move to the side. The light was making it weaker every second.
Dak's injector slid out of the palm of his right glove. It was time to put one more vampie down. He stepped forward slowly, cautiously, but steadily and with a fierce determination. For all its ferocity and its inhuman screams, the vampire still looked human for all practical purposes, and it was always a little bit unnerving to know you were going to mercilessly kill it when it was standing there in that state of total agony, completely helpless. It was almost like killing a little child. But Dak was used to the feeling. This one has caused me a lot of trouble, he told himself. But it has caused trouble for the last time.
Suddenly, all at once there was a cold arm around his neck and another on his left arm, pulling the flashlight up into the sky and forcing him back a few steps. How could he have been so stupid? It was instantely obvious to him what had happened. The vampire had, with its last strength, called up a quick undead from a grave behind Dak. It was a common trick, in this case a very hasty and weak spell, but it served the purpose intended for it.
Dak's thought process was like an eternity within seconds. He knew exactly what he had to do the moment he felt the chilling touch of the zombie's arm around his neck, and he knew how slim the chances were that he could succeed.
Dak's arm flew backward, his elbow crushing through the stomach of the zombie and causing it to deteriorate into a scattered swarm of dust that splashed over the area behind him. The vampire was already moving at him, its teeth aimed squarely at his neck as through through a cross hair; as fast as his reflexes would allow Dak pulled the flashlight back to his frontside. Just as the vampire collided with him, the light spread over its body and it shrieked in pain, turning its head to the side. Dak simultaneously leapt backward in a last-ditch attempt to avoid contact with the vamp's teeth...
That second took forever to pass, as the vampire's teeth moved steadily away from his neck and closer to his shoulder. There was a sharp pain, a cutting sensation, and then the vamp had fallen past him and onto the ground. His light was still aimed directly on it, and he wasted no time in leaping upon the body and plunding his injector into its arm. He stood up slowly, the pain in his shoulder biting at him as he held the light over the vampire as it died. A minute passed and the chemicals had taken their tole. This vampire would never cause trouble again.
One of the vampire's fangs had scraped against Dak's shoulders as it had passed over him, and it had cut a firm gash into his skin. It was not as severe as a bite, but it was a wound from a vampire tooth. Dak collapsed in exhaustion and remorse. He had never had something like this happen to him. It was the only thing a hunter feared. Death was not a problem, but to become what it was that they despised enough to spend their lives hunting was a fate that no hunter could stand to endure.
After he had rested a moment, he stood and solemnly turned to head back to the Hangout. Action absolutely must be taken, and fast. He only prayed that it was possible for him to find what he needed before the wound in his shoulder consumed his entire mind and body...
End chapter 1.
This is actually based on a concept I developed a year ago at a summer camp creative writing concept. It's my own little take on the whole sci fi vampire post-apocalyptic-world type thingy. I decided to call it Light and Dark and it will proceed through a plethora of very short "chapters." I have no idea how long it will go, or really where the plot will be down the road, but I'm hoping I'll end up finishing it. If I take a while with an installment be sure to annoy me! =) And sooooo.... this might contain some mild violence/language......
Light and Darkness
1.
It was not a good night for hunting. The moonlight was dull and the clouds were many, meaning that the only real comfort when hunting a vamp was the few and far between street lights that still worked and the flashlight that Dak was currently gripping extremely tightly in his left hand. The flashlight was always your best friend, moonlight or no, but sometimes it was nice to have a little extra light above your head to reassure you that whatever vampire you were chasing wasn't at his maximum potential.
Now, however, Dak was being led away from the busier parts of the city, and there was almost no light. The flashlight would not last forever, either; this had to end fast before even that was gone and Dak had nothing left but the tiny injector in his right glove, something which provided little protection when not used in combination with a light source of some kind.
Dak stepped over the debris of a destroyed old truck and, shining his light ahead of him, he was treated to a most unwelcome sight: A graveyard. So this was where that piece of shit had been leading him. And judging from the way his CLR had stopped indicating movement, it seemed pretty likely that the final battle was going to have to take place here. Well, fine. Dak had handled a few graveyard battles before.
He continued forward a ways, his feet crunching gently against the dry leaves that littered the cold floor of the cemetary. He pretty much knew how the vampire would try to handle this. The cemetary was filled with replicas of demonic beasts, demons, necromancers, and other symbols of the darkness - it was a way of keeping the spirits of the dead at home so that they would not rise to become vampires. (Most people believed that things like that worked, and it was always a thorn in the side of hunters, as all it really did was make vampires that rose from a graveyard into the stronger variety, and make them stronger when they were in a graveyard.) The vampire would do its best to blend in, and thanks to the dark conditions it would probably succeed, and then leap out in one lightning fast dash for Dak's throat. He had been in the situation many times and heard about similar scenarios thousands of other times, and the vamps always did that. It was the way they fought. Never go directly against someone with a light if you can help it.
Sure enough, the vampire soon came tearing out of his hiding place to Dak's left. It was a split-second reaction, something Dak had been practicing the better part of his life and had gotten very good at. The vampire's lightning speed was not enough, and Dak had whirled to face him, his flashlight blazing right in the vamp's face. It recoiled, shrieking in pain as the light splashed over its body, and it stepped slowly back, trying to muster up the strength to escape the ray and get back to the darkness, but it did not have a chance. Once Dak's light was on a vampire he would never let it get away. It was over for this one. Eventually it backed into a crypt, and stood there, leaning against the cold stone wall, its face an expression of torture as it realized it could step back no further and lacked the strength to move to the side. The light was making it weaker every second.
Dak's injector slid out of the palm of his right glove. It was time to put one more vampie down. He stepped forward slowly, cautiously, but steadily and with a fierce determination. For all its ferocity and its inhuman screams, the vampire still looked human for all practical purposes, and it was always a little bit unnerving to know you were going to mercilessly kill it when it was standing there in that state of total agony, completely helpless. It was almost like killing a little child. But Dak was used to the feeling. This one has caused me a lot of trouble, he told himself. But it has caused trouble for the last time.
Suddenly, all at once there was a cold arm around his neck and another on his left arm, pulling the flashlight up into the sky and forcing him back a few steps. How could he have been so stupid? It was instantely obvious to him what had happened. The vampire had, with its last strength, called up a quick undead from a grave behind Dak. It was a common trick, in this case a very hasty and weak spell, but it served the purpose intended for it.
Dak's thought process was like an eternity within seconds. He knew exactly what he had to do the moment he felt the chilling touch of the zombie's arm around his neck, and he knew how slim the chances were that he could succeed.
Dak's arm flew backward, his elbow crushing through the stomach of the zombie and causing it to deteriorate into a scattered swarm of dust that splashed over the area behind him. The vampire was already moving at him, its teeth aimed squarely at his neck as through through a cross hair; as fast as his reflexes would allow Dak pulled the flashlight back to his frontside. Just as the vampire collided with him, the light spread over its body and it shrieked in pain, turning its head to the side. Dak simultaneously leapt backward in a last-ditch attempt to avoid contact with the vamp's teeth...
That second took forever to pass, as the vampire's teeth moved steadily away from his neck and closer to his shoulder. There was a sharp pain, a cutting sensation, and then the vamp had fallen past him and onto the ground. His light was still aimed directly on it, and he wasted no time in leaping upon the body and plunding his injector into its arm. He stood up slowly, the pain in his shoulder biting at him as he held the light over the vampire as it died. A minute passed and the chemicals had taken their tole. This vampire would never cause trouble again.
One of the vampire's fangs had scraped against Dak's shoulders as it had passed over him, and it had cut a firm gash into his skin. It was not as severe as a bite, but it was a wound from a vampire tooth. Dak collapsed in exhaustion and remorse. He had never had something like this happen to him. It was the only thing a hunter feared. Death was not a problem, but to become what it was that they despised enough to spend their lives hunting was a fate that no hunter could stand to endure.
After he had rested a moment, he stood and solemnly turned to head back to the Hangout. Action absolutely must be taken, and fast. He only prayed that it was possible for him to find what he needed before the wound in his shoulder consumed his entire mind and body...
End chapter 1.