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Ayerza
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|  | The Garden at Midnight
« Thread Started on Jan 31, 2008, 9:32pm » | |
Ayerza sat on the lush green carpet of grass and gazed up at the cloudless night sky. Millions of stars adorned the deep blue blanket, and the vampire lay back admiring the view. It wasn't every night that the moon cast this much light on her garden. Perhaps it was the fact that it was a full moon, which also happened to be Ayerza's favorite hunting night; but she wasn't in the mood for that now.
Just a few feet away from her, the black and white lilies she had planted were in full bloom. Slowly she edged her way over to them and the sweet scent they emited tickled her nostrils. Nothing beat the peacefulness of this place. She could stay out here for hours just listening to the small animals bedding up for the night, or the chirp of the crickets in the long grass. It was unusual for a vampire like her to enjoy such things, but it didn't bother her. This was the one place she could come to relax, and should anyone dare disturb her plants or animals in this place, she would kill them, vampire or not. This was part of the vampire safehouse yes, but a sign stood firmly planted in the earth at the entrance to the garden, warning everyone what would happen if they disturbed this beautiful plot of nature.
Ayerza then noticed the lily on the far right of the row at the waters edge, was snapped off. A low hiss escaped her lips as she moved over towards it. She picked the flower up delicately and brought it to her noes. Vampire. Perhaps he did not snap the precious thing on purpose, but she would still have a word with whoever did it. She tucked the white lily in her hair and headed over to the large oak tree that stood in the middle of the garden.
The euphoria of the garden pushed the broken flower to the back of her mind, and she lay down on her back in the soft grass and closed her eyes. There was ablsolutely nothing that could ruin the mood of the beautiful night.
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« Reply #1 on Jan 31, 2008, 10:00pm » | |
What was it about this scene that made it so god damn pitiful?
Was it the plant – the flower, or the simple rose?
And for what … what exactly was its purpose, was it to enjoy the sweet enteritis of this bewildered and perplexed world, or was it to understand nature as you would probably understand yourself.
The questions are many and the answers so few, you could even look at this simple scene as but a simple representation of the beauty that vampires were meant to see in every corner of the world.
Was it pitiful - yes, it was pitiful at how the vampires had so eagerly chosen their many paths to avoid detection from the others, to blend, to hunt, to imitate. But to watch two vampires try and live socially, as their motives turn, and their habits grow weary, fragile - diseased.
Vampires were mockeries of humans in a way, it was irony of a sort, for they couldn’t adapt to their own cultural living, and they never would. Instead Vampires took on the basic form of another, and then adapted their own needs to it accordingly.
But Valkael knew this, he had watched them do these horrors as he destroyed them so many years ago. He had watched as girlfriends, parents and teachers suddenly turned against their beloved ones, tearing out not only flesh, but bone and muscle also.
He had watched it all, and for what, so some low life true blood could sit idly and appreciate the simple philosophies of NATURE.
No way, Valkael couldn’t stand for that, he dropped down from the adjoining tree, so that his body lurked only a few feet away as the flowerbed beneath him withered and died.
He brought death, to both the living and the damned, but was Ayerza a threat, an ally or a simple bystander; such questions could never be answered so easily, so he watched, quietly behind the foundations that Ayerza herself so happily tried to protect.
“Tell me.”
His words were cold, yet understanding nonetheless, he wasn’t trying to appear overly rude, besides, she was a female, regardless of the fact that her breed were as decayed and distorted as his own beating heart.
“Tell me why you preserve the life of things that mean nothing, yet take away the life of things that mean something. Your Vamperic philosophies are as confusing as they are pitiful – tell me, what will happen exactly when you’ve forced families to kill each other, or when the harvests finally stop, will we drink the blood of animals just to sustain consciousness, or will we plummet. For a breed that needs humans to live, we have awkward ways of enslaving the inferior, we should capture them, keep their hearts beating, their minds fresh, their blood warm. Just think of the benefits it’d bring, but no, let’s just slaughter humans instead says the great cowards, lets let them think they may yet beat us, lets give them 500 years at a time to re populate, so that we can eat them again..and again. So that only the first 30 or so seconds of their warm thick blood actually tastes nice.”
He paused briefly, his eyes scanning the perimeter as if in check, he hadn’t of wanted to get problematic, but she was a true blood, he could smell it, and if anything, it just drove a passion deep within him, as if his entire body was yearning for the chance to just tear away her flesh.
“But you are not the answer to my problems, nor the tip to it’s puzzle, why are you really here, if it’s to just enjoy some flowers, them I doubt anyone would miss you if you was to…suddenly become deceased.”
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| | Re: The Garden at Midnight
« Reply #2 on Jan 31, 2008, 10:59pm » | |
She could sense him long before he landed with a soft thud on a patch of her lilies, but she did not move from her position in the grass. Only when he spoke, did she open her eyes and prop herself up on her elbows. This vampire was not a true blood, so she saw no immediate threat from him as she lay a short distance from his feet, glancing up into his quizical eyes.
"Do my warnings really mean nothing to you? I am the oldest vampire in this safehouse, and also a true blood, as I suspect you already know. Does this really mean nothing to you? The converted really are arrogant aren't they?"
Ayerza was surprised at how well she was keeping her cool. It was unusual for her not to jump up and threaten another vampire that challanged her authority. Perhaps it was the cool night air, or the natural high she recieved while laying in this garden. Regardless, her demon side was not showing itself tonight, at least not yet.
Ayerza was on her feet in the blink of an eye, just paces away from where this destructive male vampire stood. When he spoke again, she swallowed the rage that was lumped in her throat, and just smiled pleasently at the man, waiting for him to finish.
"You speak of me as if I am the bad guy, like I chose to be a vampire. I had less of a choice than you even, I was born, not created. Yet still, there is hate in your heart for all of our kind, converted included."
She put her arms behind her back and walked away from the new vampire, as if deep in thought. Turning back to him, she stared directly into his eyes.
"You ask me why I kill humans, yet protect my garden? No life is meaningless...Valkael. Even those that seem as insignificant as a flower, or blade of grass, everything has a purpose. Who are you to say one life is more precious than another?"
Ayerza held out her hand as a tiny songbird landed on her finger.
"How can you tell me that her life is worthless? Somewhere, her children are crying because they are hungry. Being the good mother she is, she is out at night while her eyes cannot properly adjust, so that her children can be happy? How different is she than a human mother or father? This place is a sanctuary for plants and animals. "
She smiled at the songbird as it flew away and turned her smiling face back at Valkael.
"How are we so much different than the snake that eats the mouse for food? Vampires are predators, we kill to stay alive, just like the snake does."
Ayerza moved closer to him, and much to his surprise, took his hand in hers.
"You really do not know who I am do you? If you did, you would not ask me such silly questions. You need to learn to clear your head, to chose your prey carefully. You cannot follow your thirst, because the human hunters will find you and kill you easier. You must follow your senses, and once you learn to give into them, you will know that the humans you are killing for food do not have families. There are many humans that cause destruction and kill their own kind. These are the humans you hunt, because taking fathers away from their children, or children away from their mothers, is cruel. This is exactly why we as vampires have a bad name. In over one thousand years, I have never tasted innocent blood."
Ayerza dropped his hand, and moved over to where her crushed lilies lay dead. She knelt on the ground and picked up the broken petals. The growl forming deep in her throat was pushed back yet again. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts of the evil that was trying to force its way up, and walked back to Valkael, petals in her hands.
"The blood of the inncent will never taste good, only that of the evil that disturbs the peace. Every person, vampire or human, has a dark side, whether it is ever shown, is another story. This garden is peace, it brings out the best in a person. When things die here...."
She crushed the petals in her hands, and the former lilies, dissappeared in the breeze, nothing to prove they had ever existed.
"They begin the circle of life once more. The dust from the petals will be food for some little animal, or help to fertalize another plant. There is no death or decay here. Perhaps I like it because I am drawn to the dead, I raise the dead, but here...here I can escape it all."
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« Reply #3 on Feb 1, 2008, 9:39am » | |
He could barely keep his balance as the currents thrashed aside the boat, keeping him far from its prow and his comrades far from the currents whispering edge.
Had it been a trap?
Or was it just coincidence that he would be the victim of this deadly barrage, he could still remember, even today the blood and the horrors he had witnessed on that boat.
His friends died – his memories shattered, and his emotions dried.
It was a simple utility of war, to lose yourself within the chaos that surrounds you, and it was on that day, where the vampires of his home lands struck out, tearing away not just children, but fathers and maids too.
His teeth grew as his eyes narrowly circled Ayerza’s frame, the sight was appealing, but the disease within her was repulsing, his hatred wasn’t so easily consumed that he could merely wish it away.
“You think you know the horrors of war!”
His transformation was at full pelt now, teeth sharper then usual, eyes gleaming a dark piercing red, “In my home lands, only 1 man was feared, and that man was turned into a monster, and you think you know of war, of torture and most of all...of your stinking race. You wasn’t given a choice, but are so you naïve to think that I did.”
He hissed his defiance, eyes narrowing, sword unsheathing, “You know nothing, like all the other true bloods out there, you are blinded by nothing but misfortune, and your small inadequate brains have never learned the true philosophies of nature or of the world, and you, my precious Ayerza … you exist only to bring about you a plague.”
He had heard enough at such a point, but he double checked himself before attacking, True Bloods weren’t as weak as the others, yet they were blind and foolish. He knew he’d destroy her in a full fledged fight, but what would be the point.
As diseased as she was, even he knew he’d need an ally at some point, a friend who could help endow him the goods he’d need to destroy and to kill.
His sword returned to its scabbard…
“Consider your cycle broken Ayerza.”
The idea of explaining why it was broken annoyed him, but what she didn’t know couldn’t yet hurt her, so why not indulge her the insight of knowing…it was a simple enough reason, no?
“Are we humans, vampires, wolves or demons, or are we but beings dreaming of it. There is more to the world then you think, do you think feeding plants effects how we will develop, you may never have tasted the blood of innocents, but you are beyond delusional if you think that your kin are as…nice as you.”
He smiled genially for the first time, parking his back against the tree’s and watching the skies above, “Your authority is meaningless by the way, and I find you as intimidating and as fearful as I did those scum bags who sadly made me what I am today, I pity you more then fear you.”
His eyes blended with her own, his previous actions having dismissed her touch, and led them to where they now stood, far apart.
“As for plants, and the cycle of life, you think far too small, you believe a little act would preserve something, you are wrong. Everything we do leaves an echo in its wake, little actions create bigger ones, and by destroying the families of those who you deem innocent will only ruin the cycle you wish to preserve. For us to live, we must find a new way to feed, to consume our hunger and our thirst, and to call any human innocent is foolish, just as it’s foolish to call any vampire innocent.”
His voice calmed as he spoke, leaving nothing but a subtle hint of irritation as he relived his more, prime years. “In life comes death, and in death does one find happiness, or so they say, it’s hard to believe we do anything good, we kill to exist, we feed to get strong, and for what. Can you honestly believe that vampires are useful to this cycle of life, we are but a diseased corpse, no better then the rotting flesh of a zombie, or a beast that feeds from its prey, but at least their like it naturally, vampires are creations... we are hardly a unique and sophisticated race, we steal the ideals and technology of others, and adapt it, we bare the same properties and living life-styles of others, we are fakes, just... damned corpses, awaiting their time to be staked and killed.”
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| | Re: The Garden at Midnight
« Reply #4 on Feb 1, 2008, 2:18pm » | |
Ayerza grinned and folded her arms across her chest as his teeth sharpened and he drew his sword, as if saying; come on, I'm here waiting. She wasn't afraid of him, in fact, she wasn't afraid of anyone, expecially here in her garden. To her, it was a magical place that should not be disturbed, and it was almost as if the living creatures gave her the extra strength that she might need to protect it.
As calm as she appeared, a part of her just wanted to fight; to fight and kill. This vampire has come to her garden, killed her flowers, drawn a sword, and is threatening her! She must not let this happen! Once again, she ignored that voice, although her canine teeth elongated and sharpened as she smiled back at him.
She dropped her arms to her sides, and closed the distance between them, still very much aware of the sword pointed at her.
"I never said you had a choice, just that I had less of one than you did. I never was human, nor were my parents. I grew up thinking that humans were put here to feed us, but what else was I supposed to think? It was what I was taught. Only when I saw my father brutally murder a family did I begin to doubt. When I questioned my parents ways, they did everything they could to get me thinking the way I used to. I finally got fed up with them destroying families, so I left."
Ayerza sat on the grass with her back against the same tree that he was leaning against, aware of the fact that when she did, he sheathed his sword. She sighed before beginning again.
"Whilst I was on my own, I made a friend. A human friend. I didn't want to tell her what I was, because I was afraid she would run away screaming...so I didn't tell her. I never would hurt her, and she would always be protected. Even though I had swore not to tell, I didn't have to. She confessed that she had known the moment she met me, but it didn't bother her. The only reason this came up was because previously, I had vowed never to drink human blood again, and she could tell I needed blood badly. To my horror, she offered her own. I refused, telling her that I would not take her gift. Her friendship mattered more, and I would not kill her. She had laughed at me then, and told me that I wouldn't kill her, not if I didn't want to. It was as if she knew more about vampires than I did. She explained to me that humans and vampires could live together in peace, as long as the humans were willing to donate blood, vampires would never have to kill them. So I trusted her. My own instincts, along with her soft words, told me when I needed to stop. The two of us lived that way for years, until she became to old to provide blood. She had planned on living out her last years in a small house, and I brought her everything she needed. One night, when I was stopping in to visit, I heard her piercing scream, and rushed into the house. There was a man with a bloody knife in his hand, rumaging through her jewelry box. My friend was dead, and that man had killed her for her money. It was at that point that, even though I knew I could survive without killing, I went after the evil humans, taking their lives to benefit not only my own, but the other humans that did not deserve to die."
Ayerza had become lost in her memories, but once she finished, she was brought back to reality. She gazed up at the vampire next to her.
"How can you tell me, that I bring about the plauge? I was born a vampire, is that so much different then being born as a human? I've just told you it is possible for us to exist without killing. Vampires as a race are evil, I know this, but it doesn't mean that we are all bad."
She got to her feet slowly, gazing into his eyes the entire time. She paced around in front of him, begining to speak with her back to him.
"I can see that you are unafraid of me, but you should not show such bravado to everyone. It is what gets you killed, or how you become a vampire... Perhaps you are correct this time, you have nothing to fear from me....yet. But pity...pity is something I do not need from you."
Ayerza turned on him, her eyes flashing something dangerous before returning to their normal peaceful state. The scent of death upon him was strong, it hadn't been an hour since it had occured...but he hadn't fed. The smell of his hunger almost overpowered the death, and this confused her.
"Perhaps we are not crucial to the survival of any other race or species, but we are here, are we not? Vampires will not die out anytime soon, so we must make the best of it. We are immortal beings, many humans would give their lives for it, and they do, but then they are then no longer human. The ones that are turned willingly, are more likely to become the renegade vampires. The ones who kill humans because they are jealous. Being a vampire is nothing like they thought, and they want their old lives back. Vampires like you are the type this race needs to survive. Vampires and humans can co-exist, if only both sides were willing."
She just smiled at him, wondering how her words were settling with him. Would he believe her? Or would he go his own way, hating himself?
"Oh, I have one more question for you. Who did you kill before you came here, and not drink from?"
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« Reply #5 on Feb 2, 2008, 8:24am » | |
To finish an answer with a question was the easiest way to divert thought from oneself – but to Valkael it was merely an act of insecurity, because to him - to question another person about your own concepts is no different to question instead your own abilities, and vampires, regardless of their senses or intelligence, would always be just that …vampires.
Valkael was no fool to believe any different in that, no amount of peace between humans and vampires could ever sustain itself above the simple fact that vampires relied on humans, and humans - feared vampires, and yet it seemed that this … Ayerza did believe it.
So they had settled at a stale-mate, for neither one of them seemed to grasp each others true meaning, and yet behind the arguments, or debates – rested some sort of peace.
“You are a strange woman Ayerza.”
His voice now bared none of his hate from the past, no decaying memories that would feed his anger any longer, instead they appeared genuine, controlled and well kept, “But it isn’t as easy as you say it is.”
The dark pulsating red within his eyes flashed, and his body suddenly shuddered, “But my time is sadly running out.”
He grinned, - and for good cause too, it had been nearly an entire day without blood, and although his own Vamperic senses begged him to drink the blood of this dear vampire, he found that he simply…couldn’t.
“I have only drunk enough blood to live, I am a hunter Ayerza, a predator – but I am no monster. I will drink the blood of vermin until I can arrange a serum to keep my hunger at bay; for I cannot just…forget who I was.”
He turned as he spoke, his body elusive, his mind evasive. It had been a long time since his powers had naturally consumed him, but he felt them now, lingering within his body, etching to release, to fight, to hunt – to kill.
The particles that made up every human and creature dissolved around him, as if distorted by some diseased spell.
“I was the greatest warrior among the British Isles, there had been no man who walked those lands without knowing of me, the slayer of vampires, of men and of beasts. I am so very much like you Ayerza, and yet – so very different. I fight only for myself, I exist only to kill and to hunt. I live for battle, for the element of surprise that will never leave me dishonoured. I was made into this … monster for no reason except to continue my plague of death and punishment among the weak for all eternity, and yes … one day I shall die, but that day cannot be now, or tomorrow.”
He smiled eagerly, as his body vanished in and out of proportion, as if sucked up by another dimension, only a transparent frame of his structure remained, with glowing eyes as a reminder of his symbolical ways.
“It will take a lot to bring me down, and until that person has been born with the sole mission to assassinate me at my own game – I will remain, and I will kill.”
He vanished shortly after he spoke, his body re-appearing a few feet away as his body glided from foot to foot, as if walking among an invisible plate inches above the ground, illusions – they were nearly as deadly as a sharpened blade.
“If we don’t do what were meant to – then why do we continue to exist? Think about it, to kill humans will be to break the chain of life, yet to spare them, will dampen our footing as vampires – and eventually, we’ll be turned aside, hunted like the beasts we are – and the day any human, wishes to hunt me, is sadly the day my life will feel complete, so do this Ayerza – make life sweet whilst you still know what beauty is, for when it’s completed, and the humans finally push us aside, will by reign of tyranny begin.”
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