"NO!" I shouted "I refuse to let you tear down this building! If you intend to do this you are going to have this entire sector of the city up in arms against you!" I looked at the man standing across from me as he glared down at me from under the brim of his absurdly foppish hat.
"Come now, surely the homes of a couple of children is nothing compared to the need for the relief of the this sector's patrollers and officials."
"Alan P. B'stard, you are a completely senseless and useless official. You don't understand the need of your sector's citizens and you only use you power for the benefit of those who you kiss the ground for." Alan looked round as I said this and slowly came to realize that even with the backing of the armed guards behind him, he was vastly outnumbered by the people who had gathered round in the square.
Alan shook his head and sighed, "Borris, Borris, Borrris, I see that you will not listen to the reasoning of your betters. I will take my leave, but do understand, this building will go down one way or the other, and you won't always be here to stop it." Alan turned round and walked away from the crowd that had formed from the heated exchange from the two people.
I looked at the crowd around me and went about the task of calming them down and sending them back to whatever it was they had left unfinished in order to see what the commotion was about.
Later that night, I felt the need to relieve the stress of what Alan had threatened me with so I took my usual walk around town leaving my house locked and shuttered. I put up the usual wards that prevented unwanted access,which had been taught to me by my now deceased mother, and wandered down the street musing to myself about my current situation. As I turned the corner of the street my eyes crossed as something approached me at a rather unpleasant speed. My last thought before the object hit me was "It's a shame that spirit magic doesn't protect the user from harm."
I awoke to the feeling of a painful throbbing that seemed to originate form between my ears and the sight of a dark, dusty and empty room. I tried to move towards the door only to discover that I was chained to the wall behind me by some rather hefty lengths of chain that was wrapped around my arms and legs and that there was a gag in my mouth. I struggled for awhile and then gave up because I could see it was getting me absolutely nowhere.
After a long and silent wait I was rewarded with the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Sadly, it seemed like the spirits of luck had abandoned my because the man who stood through the door with the aplomb of a peacock was Alan P. B'stard.
"Don't worry, I just need to make sure that we have the right man before we get rid of him" Alan said as he looked me up and down before looking closely at my face. "Hmmm…Yes this is him. Dispatch him in the usual way and leave him on the street near his house, but wait until I leave before dealing with him, I don't want blood on my new clothes."
I stared at Alan's back as he walked out of the room, burning into my mind the image of the man who had sentenced me to death, as one of the guards approached me with a rather nasty looking dagger.
"Sorry about this, it's nothing personal but you know, orders are orders," the guard said as soon as the door closed. With that said, the guard thrust the dagger into my stomach and twisted, leaving a fiery burning pain in my abdomen as i felt my vision start to fade into black. As the dagger was thrust into me again and again, I focused on the one thing that separated me from the pain and kept my heart and mind beating. "I will kill that fucking bastard!"
I jolted awake to pitch black darkness pressing in on me. I tried to move but I encountered a wall right in front of me, more attempts at movement and I realized I was trapped in a small rectangular box that was barely able to contain me. I felt panic starting to rise up from my chest as I came to understand that I was not getting out and that i was trapped in here for all eternity. I started trying to claw my way out, working my self into an absolute frenzy as I felt a burning in my throat that felt as if I hadn't had a drink in ages. My mind screamed at me to do something and my body just panicked as I kept clawing on the box around me. Suddenly, I felt a tugging in the center of my chest, then a faint pulling sensation and all of a sudden I was free of the confines of the box. I gulped in deep breaths of fresh air as my mind calmed down from the feelings of claustrophobia. After a few moments I felt better, but the burning in my throat was still there and in fact it felt worse than it had before. I slowly stood and took stock of my situation, I stood near the middle of a cemetery under the shadow of a tree, the moon was bright and illuminated the gravestones around me. A name on the tombstone nears to me stood out as I walked over to it and just stared at the name on the stone.
I stared at the name for what felt like an eternity, when I heard a short cough behind me. I whirled around and saw a large, fat man standing there holding a shovel in one hand and a lantern in the other. I could hear him saying something to me but i couldn't comprehend what he was saying because I was completely focused on the artery that was pulsing in his neck. The burning in my throat was completely taking over my other senses and I started approaching the man. I must have surprised the man because my mouth was biting into his throat and he hadn't even done anything to defend himself with. i felt my mind let go of my body and the rest of me went on auto pilot. I came back to my senses several minutes later standing over the emaciated corpse of the man having drained his entire body of any liquid that it contained.
I stood there for awhile, wrapping my head around the idea of what I had become. "Well…..that was strange," I said aloud, "what the hell happened to me?"
I stared up at the moon for awhile as i tried to come to terms with my situation. Slowly and almost mechanically i walked back to my tombstone and sat down on.
Ok lets think this through. First, I just killed and ate…well "ate" is a bit strong, drained, yes drained a man of all of his blood just because I was…what was I? Thirsty? Sure, so thirsty I resorted to drinking a man's blood.
Second, I am sitting on a tombstone, MY tombstone in fact, so I can fairly accurate in believing that everyone thinks I'm dead as well as the fact that I was in and enclosed box which I assume must have been a coffin.
Third, I was in a coffin and now Im not, so I must have somehow gotten out without breaking it.
And fourth, I can see absolutely every minute detail of everything around me. I can even see the bugs that are walking around the roots of the tree near my tombstone, and I know for a fact that, even with a full moon, I should not be able to see things with this much clarity.
I paused in the middle of my internal mutterings, moving my tongue around my mouth I noticed that two of my teeth seemed to have gotten much pointier than before. The shock of this discovery jolted me to my senses and I realized what I had become.
Well fan-friggin-tastic, i thought. I've become my own worst nightmare. I sighed and decided to see what had changed with my current metamorphosis. I tried to reach internally for the spirits that had always helped me with my spell casting before and found nothing but emptiness. It seemed as if the spirits that had been with me since i had been taught to sense them by my mother had abandoned me to my fate. I clamped down on my emotions and focused on my current surroundings hoping to distract myself from the loss of the one thing that reminded me of my mother. I was rewarded with the sight of an open grave with a large ornate tombstone off to the side of the cemetery. I walked over to it and looked into the grave and was shocked to see that it looked absolutely trashed as if some beast had clawed its way out of the grave.
I looked back at the man who i had ate…drained and then looked back at the grave. I wonder if he was intending to fill this in? I thought. Looking at the name on the tombstone revealed no new knowledge other than the fact that Lord Aeric von Wadenhyl was no longer in his grave. I looked down at myself and discovered that i was wearing a rather bloodstained and decomposed set of funeral wear. I looked at the man who i had killed and then took a closer look at his clothing. The shirt was out of the question due to all the blood but the trousers seemed to be in fine condition. With a silent apology to the deceased man, I stripped him of his trousers and belt, and proceeded to put them on. Having done that I looked at the shirt I was wearing an decided that it was just too formal to blend in with the people of the city, so I stripped it off and discarded it on the dead man. A final glance around the graveyard yielded no knew information so I took off at a mild jog towards the walls of the city.
On my way to the city walls i noticed a curious sensation. whenever i passed under the shadow of a tree i felt the tugging sensation that i had felt in my coffin. Curious, i reached inside myself, like I used to reach for the spirits, and pulled.
I looked up from the ground at the tree that i had just ground my face into and scowled at it, as if it could help alleviate the annoying ache between my eyes. Looking around i realized that I was under a different tree than I had been moments before. Apparently I can teleport, what kind of vampire am I? I rubbed my nose, stood up and started jogging to the wall.
Once I reached the wall I considered how to get in. I disregarded the idea of just walking through the gates because one look at my current visage and I would be denied entry, likely with a sword in my stomach. After thinking for a moment I decided to test the new ability I seemed to have spontaneously gained. I stood in the shadow of the wall, reached for the tugging sensation and pulled again. I looked around and found myself about 12 feet to the left of my original position. "Right lets try that again." I reached for the sensation and found that I couldn't find it. I momentarily panicked, but quickly clamped down on the panic and focused on finding the feeling again. I found that i could sense it, the feeling was weak but it was slowly getting stronger again. After about half a minute, the sensation was back to full strength. I reached for the sensation again and, focusing on the direction i wanted to go, I pulled. This time I found myself on the inside of the wall in the shadow of a house close to the wall.
I quickly took off at a quick pace towards the direction of my old home. I hoped that my house had been left untouched but I also feared that it had been completely ransacked. On the way to the house I passed by the orphanage that I had protected from Alan. When I walked into the square in front of the house I immediately new something was wrong.
The building that I had known had been broken down and replaced with a large three story house that seemed to sell adult friendly comfort. I clenched my fists in rage as I imagined Alan's neck between my hands as I squeezed the life out of it. Turning down a side road, I sprinted towards the location of my house. I made it to the destination in almost no time at all, so quickly in fact that I had almost overshot it going at full speed. I paused outside the house looking it over.
The windows had been boarded up and the door looked loose in the frame. When I approached the house and pushed at the door, it swung open with a loud creak and the fell out of the hinges and I winced as it hit the floe with a loud crash. The inside of the house was completely barren, anything that hadn't been nailed down, and quite a few things that hadn't, had been removed and carted off to god knows where. I sighed, I had liked my furniture. After a small muttered prayer for luck I moved to the back of the house and stood in front of the far wall of my study. I reached down to the floor and pushed at one of the floorboards, and it moved enough for me to get my hand under the wall. With a sharp tug I pulled the entire wall up on the hinges that connected it to the roof revealing the set of steps behind it that led down into the basement of my house. Pulling the wall back down behind me I walked down the stairs and looked around the room. It seemed that the looting that had gone on upstairs had missed my collection of precious magical supplies. I moved to the center of the room and sat in the chair as I took in my collection of magical supplies and began to plot the course of my future actions.
OOC: the for the door thing in the wall, imagine a garage door on a hinge and the time is about 3 in the morning.
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