Post by marcus on Sept 8, 2011 19:35:29 GMT 1
Lord Marcus
Age: 880+ years old
Species: Elder Vampire
Height: 6'2
Weight: 190 pounds
Description: Looks to be in his late 20's early 30's. Wears a black cloak with strange markings relating closely to his talisman around his neck that appears to have a marking close to his initial. He also carries with him 1 of the 3 mythical Vampire swords by the name of Katami. He is equaled by only 2 other vampires that are known and may have surpassed them, but to his knowledge he is unaware. Leader of dozens of vampires, he has been searching through tombs and records to extend his vast knowledge of the world and history. A relatively peaceful man who enjoys listening to classical music while he sleeps, or studies, can be one of the most vicious vampires combined with his strength, makes him a deadly killing machine. With incredible speed and amazing strength, he is very hard to even seriously hurt.
History: The year was close to 400 A.D. My name was Marcus Luke. Back then at least. It had been well over eight hundred years since I had returned to my home to witness the horific tradgedy that had befallen over myself, and my family. It is a shame, that I can remember this day, better than any day.... even better, than what I had accomplished ....yesterday.
It was a hard downpoor with thunder and lightning that had awoke me. With the rain coming down at a constant pace, I walked to the window and gazed out to the clouded sky. Constant bolts of lightning repeatedly glowed the sky a bright white. But it was not the view of shadowed clouds that kept my attention. It was a shadowed... figure, just standing in the field. But it was looking ..... at me.....it was watching.....me. As chills ran down my spine, I stepped away from the window and looked down at my hands. They were as white as a fresh snowfall. The palest my hands had ever been. I knew there was something wrong. I had to protect my child, and especially the love, of my life. I finished dressing and went back to the window. The man was still there, standing the same as he did before, but closer. With a tear coming down my cheek, I walked away from the window to my beloved wife. I leaned down and placed my hand on hers not knowing this would be the last time I ever would see her sleep peacefully. I gave her a soft kiss and whispered to her dreamy self.
"I love you my dearest Monica. Forever.... and for always."
I turned and walked out the door into the pounding rain. As I turned and closed the door, a large bolt of lightning lit the entire area with a flash and the loudest bang of the night. I looked over to the tree where the man was relativly close to and seen it on fire. My nervousness shot right through me and I was scared stiff. Poor Monica and Ashley had no idea what was going on, and they had no place to run as we were due west at least 3 miles from the closest town. The storm took down many trees and many roads were blocked. The horses were in the stable, and that would mean if Monica was awake, she could get the horses and go to town with Ashely. But it was still frightening, that this thing that continued not to move, even with the firey tree next to him was watching me, through the window, and now clearly. I walked over to where I was choping wood earlier that day and picked up the axe that was put away. Beginning to rust from the years of use and rain, it was not the cleanest cut, but it got the job done. When I picked it up, I noticed the man beginning to move towards me. With the axe being held tightly between my two hands I began walking towards him aswell. Walking by the house, I looked back and noticed Ashley peaking over the window in my bedroom, and Monica there aswell. I tried to wave to them unnoticably to get to a safe place, but it was no use. Although I think Monica knew, something was wrong. All I seen was her put her hand over young Ashley's eyes.<<
Excuse me a moment, I must wipe the tears from my face before I write anymore of this.
>>That was the last I ever was able to look into my daughters eyes. As I stood outside my home, heartbroken, I also seen Monica for the last time. Wearing the pearl white silk night gown I had bought her for our fifth anniversary, she looked extravogent. To me she was a goddess, the most beautiful creature on this earth. Ashley looked just like her. With tears streaming down my face, I lowered my head and began heading to the shadowed man who was now within 100 feet of myself. I heard Monica, yelling, screaming.....even pleading.... for me to return. but if I did, we would not have been safe. I turned once again to her, and placed my right hand over my heart, then waved it to her. She knew what I meant, and she knew what was going through my mind. I could see her wiping her face, for the tears that she had cried aswell. Ashley....Ashley.....she ..... had no idea what was going on, and she did not want to. As I turned back again to the figure, a bolt of lightning came rushing down and landed between us. It was incredibly bright, and I dropped my axe to shield my eyes as I turned away. Regaining my sight I began to look for the man...or thing.....bending down to pick up my axe, that was not there, I turned to my home and screamed to my darling angel.
"I LOVE YOU MONICA!!!"
As I barely finished her name, I was struck in the lower back hard, and dropped to the ground, seeing the handle of my axe, hanging out of my back and falling down to the ground beside me. My wife had just watched me get an axe into my back, infront of her very eyes. I looked up towards my door and seen the figure opening the door, and hearing a pair of screams. With tears running down my face, I passed out from the loss of blood.
I woke up to the sound of nothing....the grass around me was red, and I could barely move. Lifting the shirt off of my wound, i ripped it open to see the damage that my axe had done to me. The bleeding stopped... unfortunately, and i lived. The axe left it's mark, the cut was deep, and large. I crawled my way to the door, and opened it. That is the biggest thing i regret. Pushing the door open i continued to struggle into my home, crawling on, i stopped.... when i felt the touch.... of human flesh.... and blood. I was to scared to look, but I did. I seen my 4 year old daughter laying dead on the floor, her clothing soaked in red and cuts all over her. Her head....was not there. I laid there with my hand on her's crying, and praying for her soul. Infuriated by what I have just seen, the pain in my side was no longer enough to keep me down, slowly i made it to my feet and stumbled to my bedroom.... to Monica. Placing my hand on the handle, i called her name and went in. There she was laying a few feet away from the door, bleeding from her neck, i dropped to the ground next to her. The pearl white was now blood red, and i screamed. I felt a tap on my hand and looked, to see hers. Immediatly, I took her hand and looked up to her beautiful brown eyes. Tears down her face a slight smile cracked from her. I told her i was sorry, but she just smiled. Her last words were, and I quote, "You did what you could for your family, we loved you for it. You did what you could to keep me happy, and for that, I will love you forever. It will return tonight, he told me he was coming for me."
Her grip tightened around my hand and then it was gone. The blood stopped flowing from her neck, and she began to turn cold. I gave her hand a kiss, and i laid there with her for many hours. It must have been four o'clock when i had awoke. The last words my wife had told me scared me. Why would he come back. My life was dead, and i was almost aswell. I got to the first aid kit, and put my own stitches in. For the 8th time doing it, I got very good. Ashely loved to watch. She was going to be a doctor when she grew up. I knew it. As soon as i was done, i cleaned the blood of me, my daughter, and my wife off of me, and headed to town on my horse. I went straight to the weapon shop, and picked up a few spears. I rode home and began practicing my throwing. As the sunset was nearing it's end, i held Monica in my arms while I sat there and watched it. I placed her in the bed all cleaned up and put her crossed arms over her bosoms, placing the covers over her. I did the same with my daughter. More heartbreaking that i have never seen her resembling face again. Nightfall came, and i stood by the window watching the door. I seen a figure approach and come right into my home, i blocked the door and stood ready to throw my spear and charge at him with the other. With anger and retribution running through my mind, body, and soul. All i thought about was revenge. The door began to creak open and i readied my throwing arm. The door stopped and began to close. I took steps ever so slowly and quietly towards the door. Reaching for the handle, the door swung open and i threw a spear. It connected and went right through the shoulder. The thing turned and began to run, but I followed it, slowly gaining on it, until it was in reach of a jab, I dove towards him and swung. I connected again, in it's back. But he snapped around so quickly it broke off and he grabbed me by the neck. I tried to punch him but he blocked each punch, slowly he leaned closer to my neck, and i felt a sharp pain.
I woke up at home, laying next to where my wife should have been. I checked to see what had happen to my neck, and there, I knew something was different. I began getting sensitive to sunlight, I found myself thirsty no matter how much i drank, until i bit my tongue, and spilled blood. My thirst, began to dissappear, and i knew then what i know now. I searched for years to find that thing that bit me, but was never successful. However, I found someone that I can relate to. Raven was his name, and he was my only friend. I still believe my darling is out there.... somewhere.... and my only purpose for living is retribution, and to find her.
The Journal of Marcus Luke
September 24th 632A.D.
Age: 880+ years old
Species: Elder Vampire
Height: 6'2
Weight: 190 pounds
Description: Looks to be in his late 20's early 30's. Wears a black cloak with strange markings relating closely to his talisman around his neck that appears to have a marking close to his initial. He also carries with him 1 of the 3 mythical Vampire swords by the name of Katami. He is equaled by only 2 other vampires that are known and may have surpassed them, but to his knowledge he is unaware. Leader of dozens of vampires, he has been searching through tombs and records to extend his vast knowledge of the world and history. A relatively peaceful man who enjoys listening to classical music while he sleeps, or studies, can be one of the most vicious vampires combined with his strength, makes him a deadly killing machine. With incredible speed and amazing strength, he is very hard to even seriously hurt.
History: The year was close to 400 A.D. My name was Marcus Luke. Back then at least. It had been well over eight hundred years since I had returned to my home to witness the horific tradgedy that had befallen over myself, and my family. It is a shame, that I can remember this day, better than any day.... even better, than what I had accomplished ....yesterday.
It was a hard downpoor with thunder and lightning that had awoke me. With the rain coming down at a constant pace, I walked to the window and gazed out to the clouded sky. Constant bolts of lightning repeatedly glowed the sky a bright white. But it was not the view of shadowed clouds that kept my attention. It was a shadowed... figure, just standing in the field. But it was looking ..... at me.....it was watching.....me. As chills ran down my spine, I stepped away from the window and looked down at my hands. They were as white as a fresh snowfall. The palest my hands had ever been. I knew there was something wrong. I had to protect my child, and especially the love, of my life. I finished dressing and went back to the window. The man was still there, standing the same as he did before, but closer. With a tear coming down my cheek, I walked away from the window to my beloved wife. I leaned down and placed my hand on hers not knowing this would be the last time I ever would see her sleep peacefully. I gave her a soft kiss and whispered to her dreamy self.
"I love you my dearest Monica. Forever.... and for always."
I turned and walked out the door into the pounding rain. As I turned and closed the door, a large bolt of lightning lit the entire area with a flash and the loudest bang of the night. I looked over to the tree where the man was relativly close to and seen it on fire. My nervousness shot right through me and I was scared stiff. Poor Monica and Ashley had no idea what was going on, and they had no place to run as we were due west at least 3 miles from the closest town. The storm took down many trees and many roads were blocked. The horses were in the stable, and that would mean if Monica was awake, she could get the horses and go to town with Ashely. But it was still frightening, that this thing that continued not to move, even with the firey tree next to him was watching me, through the window, and now clearly. I walked over to where I was choping wood earlier that day and picked up the axe that was put away. Beginning to rust from the years of use and rain, it was not the cleanest cut, but it got the job done. When I picked it up, I noticed the man beginning to move towards me. With the axe being held tightly between my two hands I began walking towards him aswell. Walking by the house, I looked back and noticed Ashley peaking over the window in my bedroom, and Monica there aswell. I tried to wave to them unnoticably to get to a safe place, but it was no use. Although I think Monica knew, something was wrong. All I seen was her put her hand over young Ashley's eyes.<<
Excuse me a moment, I must wipe the tears from my face before I write anymore of this.
>>That was the last I ever was able to look into my daughters eyes. As I stood outside my home, heartbroken, I also seen Monica for the last time. Wearing the pearl white silk night gown I had bought her for our fifth anniversary, she looked extravogent. To me she was a goddess, the most beautiful creature on this earth. Ashley looked just like her. With tears streaming down my face, I lowered my head and began heading to the shadowed man who was now within 100 feet of myself. I heard Monica, yelling, screaming.....even pleading.... for me to return. but if I did, we would not have been safe. I turned once again to her, and placed my right hand over my heart, then waved it to her. She knew what I meant, and she knew what was going through my mind. I could see her wiping her face, for the tears that she had cried aswell. Ashley....Ashley.....she ..... had no idea what was going on, and she did not want to. As I turned back again to the figure, a bolt of lightning came rushing down and landed between us. It was incredibly bright, and I dropped my axe to shield my eyes as I turned away. Regaining my sight I began to look for the man...or thing.....bending down to pick up my axe, that was not there, I turned to my home and screamed to my darling angel.
"I LOVE YOU MONICA!!!"
As I barely finished her name, I was struck in the lower back hard, and dropped to the ground, seeing the handle of my axe, hanging out of my back and falling down to the ground beside me. My wife had just watched me get an axe into my back, infront of her very eyes. I looked up towards my door and seen the figure opening the door, and hearing a pair of screams. With tears running down my face, I passed out from the loss of blood.
I woke up to the sound of nothing....the grass around me was red, and I could barely move. Lifting the shirt off of my wound, i ripped it open to see the damage that my axe had done to me. The bleeding stopped... unfortunately, and i lived. The axe left it's mark, the cut was deep, and large. I crawled my way to the door, and opened it. That is the biggest thing i regret. Pushing the door open i continued to struggle into my home, crawling on, i stopped.... when i felt the touch.... of human flesh.... and blood. I was to scared to look, but I did. I seen my 4 year old daughter laying dead on the floor, her clothing soaked in red and cuts all over her. Her head....was not there. I laid there with my hand on her's crying, and praying for her soul. Infuriated by what I have just seen, the pain in my side was no longer enough to keep me down, slowly i made it to my feet and stumbled to my bedroom.... to Monica. Placing my hand on the handle, i called her name and went in. There she was laying a few feet away from the door, bleeding from her neck, i dropped to the ground next to her. The pearl white was now blood red, and i screamed. I felt a tap on my hand and looked, to see hers. Immediatly, I took her hand and looked up to her beautiful brown eyes. Tears down her face a slight smile cracked from her. I told her i was sorry, but she just smiled. Her last words were, and I quote, "You did what you could for your family, we loved you for it. You did what you could to keep me happy, and for that, I will love you forever. It will return tonight, he told me he was coming for me."
Her grip tightened around my hand and then it was gone. The blood stopped flowing from her neck, and she began to turn cold. I gave her hand a kiss, and i laid there with her for many hours. It must have been four o'clock when i had awoke. The last words my wife had told me scared me. Why would he come back. My life was dead, and i was almost aswell. I got to the first aid kit, and put my own stitches in. For the 8th time doing it, I got very good. Ashely loved to watch. She was going to be a doctor when she grew up. I knew it. As soon as i was done, i cleaned the blood of me, my daughter, and my wife off of me, and headed to town on my horse. I went straight to the weapon shop, and picked up a few spears. I rode home and began practicing my throwing. As the sunset was nearing it's end, i held Monica in my arms while I sat there and watched it. I placed her in the bed all cleaned up and put her crossed arms over her bosoms, placing the covers over her. I did the same with my daughter. More heartbreaking that i have never seen her resembling face again. Nightfall came, and i stood by the window watching the door. I seen a figure approach and come right into my home, i blocked the door and stood ready to throw my spear and charge at him with the other. With anger and retribution running through my mind, body, and soul. All i thought about was revenge. The door began to creak open and i readied my throwing arm. The door stopped and began to close. I took steps ever so slowly and quietly towards the door. Reaching for the handle, the door swung open and i threw a spear. It connected and went right through the shoulder. The thing turned and began to run, but I followed it, slowly gaining on it, until it was in reach of a jab, I dove towards him and swung. I connected again, in it's back. But he snapped around so quickly it broke off and he grabbed me by the neck. I tried to punch him but he blocked each punch, slowly he leaned closer to my neck, and i felt a sharp pain.
I woke up at home, laying next to where my wife should have been. I checked to see what had happen to my neck, and there, I knew something was different. I began getting sensitive to sunlight, I found myself thirsty no matter how much i drank, until i bit my tongue, and spilled blood. My thirst, began to dissappear, and i knew then what i know now. I searched for years to find that thing that bit me, but was never successful. However, I found someone that I can relate to. Raven was his name, and he was my only friend. I still believe my darling is out there.... somewhere.... and my only purpose for living is retribution, and to find her.
The Journal of Marcus Luke
September 24th 632A.D.