Creative Writing my story:hunting for crimson

HUNTING FOR CRIMSON

Epilogue
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Blood soaked my lips, and I was filled with the bitter longing for more. My mind wasn’t present as I feasted though. I was elsewhere in my thoughts. Thinking of how only years before, I was just another in a village of many. A secure mountain village. But now, I was more…..much more.
I was now one of the damned, and my life was made possible by the blood of humans. But the human race was close to extinction. And sadly, so are we.

CH.1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The night was cold. I could help laughing though. It was like 30 degrees, and I was standing there in a buck skin outfit that I had made for the summer weather and my granin hide boots. I had killed both the animals myself, and at 17, I was the youngest in the village to do so. Then, it occurred to them that I am a female. The elders began to study my tactics closely. In fact, they began to study my whole life closely.
The granin I had killed was a little over 7 feet tall. And it was the lead male in the area. It weighed over 500lbs. and was what I called a “pig man”. It was built like a man with the structures of its body, yet it had a pigs head and brain. The thick fur that covered its body was highly valued for boots, armor, pants and gloves because it was durable, yet wearable.
This particular granin had killed a neighbor’s calf that I had taken a liking to. So, I took my bow and my quiver of arrows and headed fairly blindly into the woods. Yet I am gifted to have night vision, so I saw the thing from 10 yards away.
I watched it eat moss and ferns. Then when I thought I was ready to kill it, I equipped my bow with an arrow and pulled it back. Steady I thought, steady……
But as I was about to let it fly, the granin ducked down to gather more ferns. But I couldn’t stop the arrow.
WHOOOOSH. The granin looked at me, and I stumbled to get up. No matter what size a granin is, it still is faster than you.
I began running towards the village, but I could hear to granin ripping through the forest after me, and I knew I wouldn’t make it. So with the granin and I separated by a little more then 10 feet, I jumped over a fallen tree trunk, and laid flat on my back as close to the fallen tree as I could. I could hear the granin huffing as he made up the difference between us and jumped the fallen tree. He kept running for twenty more feet before he realized I wasn’t there. He looked around, and saw me.
Then he realized what I was holding. I let my arrow fly, and it met its mark. The granin cried out as it pierced through his jugular. And in his agony, he tore it out, along with most of his windpipe. He continued stumbling around, but couldn’t breathe. I let him stumble onto the road going into the village, and I followed him. After about 2 minutes, he was dead. I smiled. I had killed a granin.
Yet, on this night, the cold was horrible, and I wished for better clothes and food to fill my stomach.
Grumble, Grumble! My stomach growled, and I was in pain. Why did I have to wait for the messenger? I’m not their servant, nor some mere peasant to be bossed around. But, it had to be done, and I was one of the few who were free to do the job. The job was easy enough, but I’m lazy, and try to avoid actual labor.
Besides, I wasn’t used to my leaders playing games with my place in the village. Telling me I’m “gifted” then making me do the house work…what does that show me? I don’t care much for their logic.
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It was past midnight, and I was fed up with the wait. My mind was tired, and so was my body. My day had been long, and tedious with hard labor, and chores. Yet I still was stuck watching for the runner boy who gave us news. I humphed. So much for me being special. I’m just another errand girl to them.

I finally grew tired of waiting, and decided to go in, but just as I was leaving the town square, I hear the boy coming. But what he was saying scared me.
“They’re here and I’ve seen them!” he was running as fast as his legs would take him, “please, run! They’ll kill you all!”
I stopped him in my arms. He was beaten badly, his one eye swollen shut.
He shivered and tried to get away, but as he struggled, I saw a horror only legends told of.
His neck was covered in bites, Vampire bites. We all knew they existed, yet we never thought our village would encounter such creatures. The boy started to cry, and beg for me to let him go, and to run for my life. I didn’t think I could though. This boy needed my help, and what ever horrors he had been through, it left him in no condition to be running at all.
“Who did this to you”, I asked him, still puzzled by his marks. His one good eye looked up in wonder, and I knew he was thinking about how stupid I was for not heeding his warning. He just was silent for a moment. His gaze was steady, and scared. I was going to ask him what he was looking at, but a voice from behind filled the night like an odor. Not necessarily bad, but definitely not good.
“I’m afraid you were wrong not to heed the young ones warning. He’s a smart one, compared to the rest of your species. Mind you, he will not be spared.”
I slowly turned around to face the voices owner. The boy started to cry again, but much louder then before. Cries of anguish. Pure misery, pure despair. The cries of someone close to death.
Suddenly, I realized I didn’t have the boy in my arms anymore. I frantically looked for the boy, scared for him. I got up, and felt shaky. I tottered from the speed of my rise, but I stood my ground, and let my night vision kick in.
Before I could look any further, I heard one last mangled cry from the boy, then the night was silent once more, and the air smelled once again like the smells of fall. The winds whipped around me as I listened. I listened for any sign of the voice that had taken the boy from my arms. But for hours I stood there, alone and cold. I just waited for others to come to me. As the sun rose, my eyes filled with tears. That boy would have been alive if I had listened to him. If I had let him go when he had begged…… now he was dead, and I was the one to blame.
But not only was the village in danger, the world was too. And there is no way to stop creatures of the night because you cannot kill what will not die. ~



CH.2
I woke up later that day alone in my room. I didn’t remember how I had gotten there, but I did remember what had happened the night before. My eyes filled with tears for the boy….and for the people who also died. Why now? After millennia or more of acceptance, and mutual understandings… and lives lived without the need to fight one another, why now?
My mind raced to find an answer to this problem. Some sort of explanation for these new threats posed by the vampires. Would it be a territory issue? Maybe something to do with their clans…. I didn’t know.
I rubbed my head, and came away with blood. Blood….but whose? My tears stopped abruptly at the thought it may be the boys. Disgust soon filled the spot where the sorrow had been, and I quickly ran to wash myself.
With the water on warm, I scrubbed my face and neck, looking to cleanse myself of the filth, but as my eyes studied the reflection in the mirror, I realized the blood was my own. Carefully, I dabbed at my neck, looking for the scratch, or cut that was bleeding so profusely. But as I looked closer, I saw the marks clearly.
Right at the curve of my neck, near where it met with my shoulder, were two perfectly made fang marks. My eyes grew wide, and I let out a whimper. I had the first mark. That made me a third of the way vampire…

 

CH.3
Tears flowed down my cheeks as I sat on my bed, hugging my knees. My barely human knees. I couldn’t understand it. Why bite me? Why not just kill me?
My heart was beating at a rate unknown to most. It was the speed of fear. The quickened pulse of a frightened child. Because that’s all I was at heart…a frightened child.
I tried to calm my breathing, but it soon became shallow, and labored. If I didn’t calm myself quickly, I would hyperventilate. I held my breath, counted to ten. Tried to think of other things, like family, and summer, and friends, and celebrations of the past. But all of that was gone now. My family was gone, dead from old age, and accidents, and disease. Summer was over, and there were no celebrations big enough to calm me now. But friends…I laughed ruefully. I had given them all up so I could become a better hunter, and a pet to the elders. I had nothing… not even a real home of my own.
I looked at the cabinet near the door. I opened the drawers looking for my old mythology and theology books. The first things I saw were pictures. Pictures of my family and friends from times passed. Still photos of my childhood, at the river, with my best friend Fabian, and of me with the first thing I caught with my bow. A small squirrel dangled from my chubby fingers. A look of pure jubilation radiated from my then 7 year old face. I tired to remember what it was like then. Back when I didn’t care about troubles and my focus was solely on my hunting and my childhood in general.
I sighed. Nothing would ever feel right again, because nothing is as it seems. First you’re a happy youth, and then you’re a war torn soldier fighting to feed and protect your village. Change was the enemy.
Beneath my multitudes of snapshots laid my old bronze hunting knife, and the string to my first bow. Yet they to were lost memories in the sea that was me now. Parts of me that had been ripped away from me.
Finally I unearthed my old grammar, and history books. They were still in fair condition with all the pages intact. I picked up my lost history book and flipped through the pages until I found what I needed to read.
The book had three chapters on vampires, explaining them in the most part fully. I started to read, and wondered how the author knew all of this.



Vampires and their origins
Vampires are believed to originate from a sorceress named Gadiva who worked only in the dark arts. It is said she was in desperate need of help protecting herself from the Garitain armies who outlawed black magic in the year 1456. Many believe she tried a spell that back fired, while others believe she intended for a certain outcome. All we know for sure is that she summoned a doppelganger into her body, and it took full control.
From this doppelganger, we have proof its malicious ways spread through out Caligan, and into Gerritt. It is believed she spread this “disease” through a series of bites. These bites may be linked all the way back to her through the fledglings of today. My personal opinion is that this is no disease as many believe, but just pieces of the original doppelganger being passed from individual to individual.
There are many ways for vampires and humans to coexist. As long as the vampires are given livestock to feed on, and are left alone, there will be no problems between our two peoples. Yet there will be prejudice form both sides, and hatred between the two races. The only thing for sure is that humans are no match for the vampires, even if we are the more populated species.

I skipped ahead a few pages to the parts explaining vampire weaknesses.


What kills a rampaging vampire?
A small guide into a vampire’s weakness and frailties.
Vampires are interesting creature, driven by blood and immorality. Yet as for every other creature, they do have weaknesses. One lies in their boisterous egos. They claim to be immune to everything death related, such as disease, and aging, yet they do have one thing that acts as a boundary. They have no powers during the day. Their lives are easily taken during the light hours. They lay immobile in their tombs, and crypts, coffins and cellars, dead to the world. To kill them, you must drive a stake into their hearts while they are in this comatose state without waking them.
The problem with this theory is how many may sleep in one area. Up to fifty different vampires sleep in one tomb together at any given time. By killing one, you may awaken another, and this is never a wise move. Also, vampires have many human slaves that watch over them while they sleep to make sure no one enters their tombs to kill them.
The undead can be persuasive with their words, and play tricks on your mind. Many have been killed for fallen victim to a mind snare, and been killed instantaneously. Many clubs in recent years have been built for the growing population of the undead, and they tend to group at these nightclubs in vast parties that over power victims with mind tricks and sexual advances. Be forewarned that if a vampire reads your mind, all your hidden agendas and wrong intentions will become clear.

I shuttered to think my thoughts could be known to anyone but myself. It didn’t really seem fair for them to have such power. But with a sacrifice such as theirs, in some rights, they earned it.
If I was forced into an eternity of life without an end, I’d want something to liven up my days as well. Reading the minds of others seemed like an interesting power.
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