The Twisted Begining pt3
In a fuckload of pain, bite me if this turns out bad.
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"Where will you run, demon girl?"
Nithran cackled when he saw the female wolf dash into a room, locking the door. It was the same female who was standing over his frail body earlier. That Lumistar dragoness aided him in getting into the shade. It was the most embarrassing moment in his life, but if he didn't have to deal with that again, he'd forget it with time. It was bad enough when the headmaster yelled at him. He tuned out at that point though.
So now it was night, and he was at full power. Nithran saw her sneaking off from her dorm and gave chase. He cut her off from reaching her destination and the chase ensued. If he wanted, he could have caught her by now, but he was thirsty and the sound of her blood racing was heaven to him.
Standing in front of the door, he shook his head and blasted the door open with a Bloodbolt (a sphere of blood that homes in on targets) and stalked inside. He could smell her hiding in a closet, but didn't go towards it. Instead, he went to another closet next to hers and violently opened it.
"Not in here, are you? Hmm..." Nithran went to the other one beside her.
As soon as he did that and walked away to give her a false sense of security, the closet opened and she ran towards the destroyed door. Nithran was over there in seconds, blocking the exit.
"Leave me the fuck alone!" She screamed, blasting him with fire. Nithran merely tilted his head to avoid the attack. Was she really this stupid?
"Now, what fun would that be?" Nithran walked closer, watching her throw a desk in between them.
Instead of answering, she continued to toss more things at him along with her element. A few hit him, but they didn't do anything. However, it was getting tiring and the night was fading. Opening his claw, another Bloodbolt formed and homed in on her chest. She was tossed backwards.
"Oh, how your blood flows like a thousand tiny rivers," Nithran towered over her, flashing his fangs to her, "Fear drives you and that makes you weak. There is no ounce of chaos left in you. Has the demonic energy fled your frail body?"
"I-I never had demon energy in me...you are delusional," Her attempt to sway him otherwise was amusing.
"Am I? Why did you run as soon as you saw me then?" bending down in front of her, he stared into her eyes, chuckling.
"I thought you were a stalker! What was I going to do, attack?"
"That also would have made me come after you. Maybe if you had...ah...stayed your ground I would have believed you more. You've made a mistake in giving into the demons...for now I can tear you to shreds without any repercussions; not that they could have done anything."
The fear in the bitch's eyes sent shivers down his spine. Once again, the urge to sink his fangs into her neck arose. "S-so you are just gonna kill me like that?" she asked.
"More or less," Nithran's maw widened and he lunged forward like a raptor, sinking the fangs into the soft flesh.
Her struggles and strangled pleas sent pleasure spikes down his spine. He had a better idea than to simply make her talk; he would just absorb her memories through her blood. It was a powerful ability, only granted to older vampires.
Images formed in his head when he released her. Closing his eyes, he processed them:
A dark corridor stretched all the way to what appeared to be a large room. Nithran found himself walking forward and when he did, the room inside was...well...beautiful. Cultists kneeled down before a large portal and the fountains overflowed with blood. A tall figure wearing red robes with a demonic mask was preaching in front of the portal.
The room itself was black and red crystals grew in the corners. It seemed to be made of marble, yet there was a faint energy coming from it. However, before Nithran could explore more, he found himself moving. He had to find something to remember this room by.
More and more talking went on and Nithran faded in and out. There, he found his landmark; on the ceiling, there was a painting of a silver dragon. The eyes were demonic in origin, but yet the rest of the body was not. Making the subtle note, he tried to figure out what else this wolf knew.
"The Creator will be with us within a year," the demon-faced cultist announced. His voice...it seemed so familiar and strange, "The one who bears the mark will set him free. I can see him now...and soon, the vision will be passed to you!"
Nithran waited to see if the wolf had the memory, but she did not. Maybe it was a bad idea to track her down as soon as he found her. Perhaps there were others that he could find. Nevertheless, he would put a stop to this shrine here. Listening closer, he learned that they have other spots that were equally hidden.
The information securely in his head, Nithran closed his eyes and exited the dream-like state.
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Nithran opened his eyes and stared down at the corpse of the wolf. The guards would be approaching for their rounds. Clawsteps from outside alerted him of the danger of being caught, so he did what came naturally to him: his body dissolved and he turned into a cloud of mist. Reaching the door, he was able to slip out and into the air undetected. Going onto the roof, he watched the sun start to rise again.
Sighing, he made his way to his coffin and fell asleep.
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Morning came once more and blasted him in the face with sunlight. However, he did not go to his class; rather, he (laboriously) roamed the school, searching every nook and cranny his body would allow him to. He half wished that he waited until nighttime again, but there was no way of telling the time. For all he knew, they could have their business meetings now.
Multiple times he had to hide in the shadows just in case any instructor found him. He was technically supposed to be posing as a student and he didn't know if the headmaster went rogue on him and didn't tell anyone. The only thing that is worse than that is that Lumistar dragoness that seemed to be fangirling around him like a hatchling and its new toy.
There was nothing outstanding about her other than she was also an arcane being. On the flip side, there was nothing really attractive about him. Was it because of his supernatural aura or what he had inherited from his father? He had no desire to figure out if it was one or the other, as he could not remove either.
His thoughts switched back to Lumistar and he suddenly found a use for her. A sinister one no doubt, but the time had no called for that one just yet. If she was arcane....maybe she had the same or similar genetic makeup...
Shaking his head, Nithran slipped from the shadows and continued his trek around the area. An hour passed and nothing of interest happened other than two females were yelling at each other over some male. He got amused and listened to it for a few moments before moving on.
Then, when he was near the middle, he found something. It was a long hallway similar to the one he saw in the dream and it led into a large room. If he was alive, his blood would be pumping with anticipation. Making his way down the hall, he pushed aside some student. He would not allow anyone to slow him any longer!
"Hey Nithran!" a voice he knew all too well came from his side.
Lumistar, who by some freak chance, had miraculously found him. Did she have a homing device built into her body? Nithran half wanted to rip into her and figure that out himself. If she died, then it was an added bonus. If not, then she would stay clear of him forever; especially since he would break her spine in the process.
"What do you want? Haven't I made it clear that I don't want to be around anyone?" Nithran growled, not caring who heard.
Lumistar cocked her head, "I don't understand why you would rescue me if you hated others..."
Nithran froze. She had him there and he couldn't just reveal his plan. He had to make an excuse, "...I...uh...just wanted to kill the others. Yes, that's it."
He attempted to save face by walking into the middle of the large room and looking up with some difficulty. It had the same painting as before, but instead of the demonic eyes, they were pupiless and amber. Narrowing his eyes, he looked around. There were blue crystals glowing in the corner and the parts that were black were now white. Was it a distortion of the memory?
"It's rumored that he is buried here," Lumistar once again appeared next to him.
"Who?" Nithran was grateful that she didn't bring up the response he had given her.
"Serthal. He lived about a hundred years ago, but he disappeared shortly after the war. It's rumored that he came back and died in these very halls...but no one knows for certain. I personally would want to pay my respects for him but...I have no way of doing it."
"That's nice..."
Nithran only remembered that Serthal was classified as one of the first vampires. If anything, he would steal that power and multiply his own power. Perhaps he could stand in the daylight without needing a staff. Then, no demon would ever stand a chance against him. He wondered if he would gain their power if he drank their blood.
"It is, isn't it?" Evidently, she had completely missed his sarcasm. He could feel her gaze on him, "You...look a lot like Virith..."
"So what? Is that a concern to you?" Nithran started to leave again before more questions and comments could be dealt with.
Virith was the one who he knew the most about; only because they were spitting images of each other with minor differences. His eyes lacked pupils, but she did. The main difference (other than being the opposite sex) was that he could not control electricity. Nithran found nothing of interest about her other than that.
"N-no, it was just a statement. I didn't mean to offend you," Lumistar had caught up to him once more.
"Wonderful. Now leave me be. Also, if I were you, I would not stand there," Nithran watched her move to the side as a red beam struck the ground where she was. It left a small hole in the ground. Looking up, Nithran saw that it was the red cultist.
"I wouldn't move if I were you, one who bears the mark," The cultist yelled down to Nithran, "We can take you down here and now. With your frail body, you cannot escape us....if you try, we bring your corpse with us..."