a pice of vamp werewolf origin I wrote for you


Many lightyears away in the galexy of Draconeth there lay our Gothic Empier. Our world was beautyful the the aliens from the planet of Terra renamed Termight came and tiyed to destroy us. We were forced to hide below ground, we could not contact our gods for help as they were beings of light. The people searched for a new god but what they found was in no way god like.

The beings that lived under the surface were what we called 'The Dacourum'. Each one has as much devistateing power as an army of what the humans called Satan.

Our race was split down the middle. One side called Warwulfians continued to worship the wolven gods of light. The humans called there kind werewolfs. The Warwulfians mamaged to contacted their gods on a night of the full moon. They were granted a power that only effected them on a night of the full moon. A power to take the form of a god but were given an untameable hunger and no known way to be rid of this monthly terror.

The other side or our race were called vamparatians. We worshiped the Dacourum and lived in the shadows lerning the skills of magic especaly necromancy. The humans called our kind Vampiers. After years under the surface the Dacourum decided we needed more land. We had offered our blood to The Dacourum and they finaly gave us there blood. The blood when consumed increased our magical abilaties increased our strength, agilaty, speed and healing factor. This power had a terrible weakness because we drank the blood in the dark we were burned by daylight. The time had come to regain our land.

We allied ourselves with the Warwulfians and reclaimed our land together. In the years that passed a rift began to pass between our races. We used magic to create a form of space travel, an expadition that was lead by The Arch Deviant. The Warwulfian manned their own space travel useing maeal crafts propeled by explosions. Both of us had the same desdination in mind Termight.

Apon arival we saw that termight had evolved mutch since our last encounter better wepons armour and more knowlageable than before. Thw two races had differnt ways of getting the humans the Warwulfians hid among them and the vamparatians lurked in the shadows feeding off the blood of humans. the rift between our too races was so grate that we faought eachother instead of humans and the war beagan.

i will put it up from the beining because i have changed a few things like lance is now dorian and

The robbery

Blood soaking through my cords a figure hanging by a chain at a nearby ledge and a biro, which had possibly killed a man hours earlier, grasped in my hand your probably wondering how I ended up here well here it is.

I’m Vincent fielding most just call me Vince. I have been unofficially called the smartest student in England don’t rub me up the wrong way because I’m tougher than one might think. Straight away I look normal average height, thin not very muscular, pale skin, shoulder length straight brown hair ordinary enough. My fashion sense on the other hand long black trench coat with a red hem and lining, top hat, jeans, ordinary enough, black converse.

Walking down the lower east corridor of the prep halls admiring the setting sun and the gothic architecture of the collage that had once been a cathedral. I heard a rapid slapping of trainers on the tile accompanied by a panting shout from behind “Oi Vince”

Turning and walking backwards I saw Dorian Black. He was small, had black longish hair. He studies archaeology and history wants to be an archaeologist. Today he was wearing his Metallica hoodie and black jeans and his dark rimmed prescription glasses. “Hay wait up will you” “Why” I replied laughing to my self “You’re the one that thought skipping P.E. all the time was a good idea.” Still walking backwards I bumped into a large pillar and leaned on it allowing him to catch up. I laughed as he panted to catch his breath. “Your so unfit, you should really think about going to the gym some time” he gave me a look and I knew to stop laughing. “So?” I questioned “Why such a hurry to catch up with me.” “Dante wants you to wait for him”.

Dante Moon was Lance’s room-mate average height, short-ish length electric blue hair, popular with everyone on campus. He studies English and art, at the same collage as Alice, plans on being a famous writer I’ve read some of his stuff its pretty good like his drawings. He’s also very tough but is pacifistic… most of the time.

Dante walked slowly towards us. He was wearing a suit jacket with a badge on the lapel, a black blood brothers shirt, a pair of denim jeans that covered all but the toe of his black and silver cowboy boots with the pink heal and a black trilby he held the black notebook he always carried in his right hand and had a black pen hanging limply from his lips.

Spitting out the pen catching it with his free hand he called to me “Thanks for waiting” .He then turned to Dorian“Thanks for catching up with him” returning his gaze to me he asked “We going to the place tonight?” “Don’t know’ I replied, “I’ll ask Neil if he is able to come.”

Whipping out my bright pink phone, Alice got me for a laugh, I ran through the menu till I saw the name ‘Neil (Short arse)’.

Neil Lester, he’s about the same height as me I am two centimetres taller and we take the piss out of him for being small, even Dorian who is half a head shorter. Neil has short brown hair. He studies architecture, physics and chemistry.

I sent him a text reading “You coming to the place tonight -Vince”. Within moments of slipping the phone back in my pocket I heard a tinny version of Alice’s voice shout from within my trousers “I changed all your ring tones to you shouting ‘I’m a nob head’.” followed by laughter from my friends “Nicest girlfriend in the world” I chuckled sarcastically. As the others started talking I set to work correcting all my ring tones I was half way through when I got a reply from Neil that read “Yeh that sounds gr8t thnx 4 tellin me”. I read the message then showed it to Dante and said “what’s the point of the T at the end of grate, I mean it takes longer to type that out”

Dante read the message. In disgust he almost dropped the black notebook "How can he stand to text like that I almost gag reading it". I eyed the notebook wondering if there was anything more than doodles and drawings within. Dante was always over protective of it, there was this one time he punched his teacher in the face for taking it off him.

That night Dante and I headed off to “the place”. The place wasn’t much it was a small passage we found behind my wardrobe that had been plastered over I found it because there was always a small draft in my room I followed it to the wardrobe then, accidentally on purpose, smashed the wall and found a tunnel leading to a dark, musty, damp underground room. On closer inspection I found another passage that lead to an unoccupied room at the end of the hall my dorm is on. Dante and I managed to get him moved to that room and paid a guy, on the quiet, to install hidden doors in our wardrobe so we could come and go as we please.

After a month of going to this room we think we know why it is there in WWII our university held soldiers and they must have dug this as an emergency bunker or escape root as there is a door that leads out of the university grounds.

I stumbled clumsily into the room I was carrying a bag of tins cans and bottles. Slipping on the wet, muddy floor I reached out for something to steady myself but only succeed in grazing my knuckles and tearing a hole in the plastic bag but landing perfectly on my feet. Sucking my knuckles to stop the bleeding I looked at the maps of the surrounding area that lay on the table and hung on the walls with string held up by pins almost covering the images. I opened one of the twenty rusty lockers on the wall, its door almost falling off due to rusty hinges, I dumped the drinks in there and grabbed a can of monster. I sat waiting for the others to arrive I’d knocked on Dante’s door a few times but to no avail.

Downing the can then crushing it I hurled it at the bin hitting the wall bouncing off and landing on the floor with a clatter. A horse voice that sounded slightly familiar taunted me from behind “grate shot Vince”. I leaped out of my skin thinking it was a teacher. A wave of relief washed over me when I realised it was Neil.

“What's up with your voice? You scared the shit out of me” “Sorry” he croaked, “I’ve got a throat infection”. “Your like a fucking ninja your so silent” I got up, walked to the door leading to my room, which hung open, and turned on the kettle. “Cup of tea?” I asked, “Yeah, what type have you got?” “The entire twinings herbal and fruit range what do you want?” yeah that was one thing I forgot to mention I am a massive herbal tea fan. “Oh have you got credit on your mobile?” I asked picking up a peppermint tea bag and two cups “Have you got any lemsip and yeah I have credit” Neil croaked. I poured a sachet in Neil’s mug, he always used the pink flowery cup for a laugh, “Mind checking where the others are. I’ve knocked for Dante quite a few times”. The kettle finished boiling and I made the two cups putting a splash of milk, from my mini fridge, into the pink mug. Stirring the two for a minuet I took out the tea bags and dropped them in the bin.

When I re-entered the bunker Neil had his phone out texting the others “Sorry” I said giving him the mug “No credit”. Spoke some idle chatter waiting for the others. We'd moved into my room to escape the cold.

The room wasn't much but it was nice and warm. The walls were blue with stripes running down, there was a leather sofa in one corner, on which Neil was seated, there was a small armless chair in front of a telly that was hooked up to an Xbox, Wii and playstation, near the door there was a desk with a laptop on it and on the other side of the door facing the sofa there was a bed which I lounged on Our conversation was broken by a knocking on the door to the hallway. I walked over to the door. Putting my hand on the doorknob I called “Who is it?”. “Me” came Alice's soft comforting voice “Well, can I come in?”. I pretended to consider “Hmm... maybe... yeah you can come in.

I opened the door and

she flung her arms around me and gave me a peck on the cheek. I looked at her, she was beautiful her hair was a little longer than shoulder length and its colour changes every month due to different die, currently it was black with pink and red strips in it. She was wearing a luminous yellow sleeveless shirt, with a blue jacket that went really well with the yellow and her slim, but filled out, figure. She had a mini skirt with skinny jeans on underneath, to make it not look like a prostitute, and black cowboy boots with sequins and a pink heel that she borrowed from me.

Letting go Alice jumped on to the sofa beside Neil and said “Dante told me to tell you something about work or a job. To be honest I wasn’t really listening because I got an amazing idea for a drawing of a dragon wearing a trilby having tea with the queen” she sat grinning her head off like a simpleton. You wouldn’t think it but she is really intelligent lots of people think she is stupid because she is dyslexic, but it only noticeably affects her handwriting. She goes to the art collage down the street wants to be an art teacher. I reckon she would be a really good teacher because she is really patent and never gets angry.

I looked at her eyes today they looked bright green. Her eye colour changes regularly like her hair but for a different reason. Her eyes are naturally greyish but have bits of other colours in them and depending on what she wears it highlights the colour in her eye that most complements what she Is wearing.

“Oh yeah I just remembered Steve”. Steve was one of Alice’s mates from art collage he regularly hangs out with us but doesn’t “Asked if us lot wanted to go paint balling with him on Sunday to celebrate the results.” We got our midterm results yesterday and Steve is a major party animal. “I’m surprised he isn’t going for a big piss up like last time” Neil chipped in his voice sounding better since he had a lemsip “It was such a laugh. I stayed sober and made six hundred and forty eight pounds. I convinced them people I was the ‘Lord of the Forest’ and I would send monkeys to attack them if they didn’t pay me.” We all laughed.

By the time a knock came from the wardrobe it was half ten. Neil and I were playing ‘gears of war’ and Alice was drawing in corner we were all talking. I got up opened it and Dorian stumbled into the room. “Oh sorry” he spluttered apologetically bumping into me.