The Creeping Darkness

First Encounter

darkcommunist — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 09:33:39 +0000

Shadows in the alleyway. A low lit lamp barely illuminates the street, the metal worn with age. The oblivious child walks along, bouncing his ball idly.

Bounce, bounce, bounce…

Movement to the side, to his left. He turns to look. Nothing. His mind is playing tricks. His heart beat is slow, measured- almost matching the ball’s bounce.

Bounce, bounce…

Shadows follow him, creep in where he steps, recede where he looks back. Looking for that chance, waiting, watching…

The child drops the ball. Luck, chance, or maybe fate, causes it to hit a pebble and roll down the road. The child frowns and runs after it. It rolls far, further than it should, and stops in a dead end. The old classics are best.

Dead silence. The light seems darker now, the child a little wiser, a little older… but not enough.

A scatter of footsteps behind. The youngling turns quickly, his face white. A pool of darkness around the corners of his eyes, an heavy breathing just audible.

The child tries to run, leaving his ball sitting in the alley. The laughter starts, a malicious, evil chuckle. The boy trembles, shakes, and blinks…

A tall man appears behind him, pale slender fingers stroking under the child’s chin, the other hand steadied firmly to shoulder, unwilling to let go. A long lingering touch, cold and frosted like death. Scraping along the boy’s neck, tightening slightly, a finger tapping him.

The little one tries to wriggle free, tries to run. No one can see the light distort as they struggle, the child slowly going limp in the agressor’s arms as his neck is ruthlessly crushed.

A loud click and the boy’s neck breaks. The well dressed man drops the broken bundle to the ground, its life’s blood dripping down the murderous hands. A swift kick to the ribs, educated by years of casual cruelty, breaks his ribs. The boy lies gutted on the ground looking up, mouth agape. But not dead yet. Years of practice ensure that the child still lives, even though it cannot move.

The monster bends down, seizing a tuft of hair. A tug, a wrench, a splatter of blood; the boy moans, unable to do more, as this creature presses cold teeth to his neck.

A clap of the fangs, click of the tongue, and two small intense points of pain. A dying spasm and the boy half rises, eyes wide, then collapses, corpse grey and empty.

A few minutes later, a younger, sprightly man leaves the alley. He smiles at passers by, hand jammed firmly into pocket to hide its red tint. The lonely gutter holds the boy, body hidden for long enough to get away.

This was his town, his people, and his place. It was a shame they were so… tasty.

Unnamed Village, approx ~ 200 kms from the Russian border

“There is no other way to describe them. Vultures, filthy dirty vultures, the lot of them. Sharks might be appropriate too, as a metaphor. Drawn to the death and the scent of blood, stalking in darkness, willing to do anything for the kill.” a tall wiry man remarked to his fellow kind, straightening his greatcoat to keep out the chilling Russian cold blowing south.

The other man, similarly coddled in leather and warm gear, nodded once, frosty breath fanning out before him. “Vampires!” he spat, a slow wracking cough filling his lungs. (Clearly a smoker at some stage in life). “Bastards, the lot of them!”

There was a slight grin from the taller man. “I was talking about the hunters,” he smirked.

The second man frowned, but stopped when he saw a longsword being casually sharpened by the first; the sound cutting through the air. “That’s right. You’ve got professionals here now. Go spread the news. He’ll be gone by tomorrow.” the first one said dismissively, kneeling on a single knee, eyes level with the second man. “Worth more than your while.”

The second man frowned, and strode off to find his companions, with backwards glances over his shoulder at the ‘professional’. The man chuckled, and sheathing his sword, strode towards the pub.

***

“It seems odd to me that a single vampire attracts a number of hunters almost equal to the population of the town.” came a whisper from behind him, from the niche leading into a small house.

The man swung around, a well worn yet polished pistol flicking out in his hands, pointed at the shadows. A man like figure crouched there, teeth gleaming out at him. No fangs. A pistol was in the shadow’s hands, pointed low at him.

“What do you want?” the ambushed male asked.

“Put that gun down. It won’t help either of us.” the darkness replied, moving slightly. It looked nearly as tall as the first one. He cocked his gun dramatically, and shook his head.

A flicker, and a second pistol appeared in the mercenary’s other hand. “Oh, I think it will help.” he informed the mysterious voice. The stranger took a small, slow step forward, the light revealing his admittedly plain features. A second pistol had somehow appeared in his hand as well. “Trust me… it won’t.”

“…Fine.”

They both glared, then as one held up their hands, slowly, carefully holstering their weapons. The stranger smiled. “That’s better. Now…-”

A second later, the longsword and a wicked stiletto clanged against a metal pole, deftly used by the slightly shorter stranger. They held there, the blades pushing down on the pole, wielded like a quarter staff.

“There’s something you should know…” the mercenary grunted.

“Oh, what? You’re left handed?” asked the other, slowly being pushed down.

“Ambidextrous, actually, but no… I have a boot blade.” the reply came, the dull gleam of a blade springing from the thick boots.

The stranger heaved, and jumped back, dropping the pole, watching his attacker stagger and try to keep his balance as he almost fell forward. He reached behind his back, hands searching frantically – the man was recovering, and looked up to him- and as he leapt, a large gun was produced, aimed squarely at the other’s head. Imagine a pair of a rhinoceroses, caged, enraged, frightened: ready to crush the first thing they see in an effort to escape, and all compressed down to something the size of your hand. Now turn that into a gun.

The leaping man came to a dead stop before this new weapon, blades still raised high. “Well played.” he noted, smiling, slowly lowering the blades, and sheathing them.

“Callsign?” the gun toting man asked.

“Sable.” came the reply, the mercenary staring intently at the gun.

“And your real name?”

“It’s ah… wait. Wait. Is that gun loaded?” he challenged, brows furrowed. A sheepish smile from the other man. “Aaah… that’s a difficult question, isn’t it?”

“Isn’t it a yes or no question? Surely you’d know.” Sable smirked.

“How about I simply put this weapon aside, and we have a nice discussion? We might even be able to arrange tea. And biscuits.” the other offered, slowly putting his gun away. “They call me Mr Candle.”

“Candle, hey? That’s certainly… interesting.

“Not Candle, Mr Candle.”

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We have made a breakthrough

centuriancode — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 08:09:19 +0000

Greetings to you all. Usually I let the Dark Communist handle the public relations (I can track you through the real world and cyberspace, but simple conversation? NO) but he’s busy at the moment. He’s interrogating a captive. Finally we have managed to capture and contain an active vampire. His capture throws into light new dangers to the human race, as his statement shows (posted in a page). Read for yourself.

Darkcommunist edit: Page link here Thought that might help just a tad

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A note to you all…

darkcommunist — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 09:34:04 +0000

Don’t forget, everyone watching. Check the pages, as well as the posts. A diary, of a long standing vampire, was recently uncovered. It’s been posted in a page, to view the way the vile creatures think. Keep standing against the darkness!

Link here

~The Dark Communist

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But how do we kill the things?

darkcommunist — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 11:49:49 +0000

Yes, the most difficult of all questions. How do we kill all of these mighty and powerful, souless and evil beings?
The first solution is to hire us.

However, we accept that we are not everywhere at once. So. You have several choices. Fight, run or die.
The first is your only real option.

Now, to kill a vampire you must know a) how strong they are, and b) what country they originate from.
If you don’t know these, forget it.

The stronger a vampire is, the harder it is to kill. This is a well-documented fact. Lesser vampires will fall like wheat to the sickle, given the right equipment, whilst the strongest will die only to a few things.

I was watching Van Helsing the other day (Every little bit helps.) The idea of this vampire who is immune to all but werewolf venom is slightly overstated, but well-done for the plot. The simplest fact is that the strongest of all vampires, and indeed all vampires, die when a simple method is applied.

Put a stake through their heart, cut their heads off, burn the body, and spread the ashes into the ocean.

Overkill? No. The upper-class vampire can always be restored by having his ashes placed together, and having blood placed on them.

Now, regional differences appear. Put a lemon in their mouth and cut their heads off. Cut their heads off, stuff the head with garlic, and then sew the lips together… cut the head off… and so on. Basically, cutting of a vampires head, and then disposing of it works quite well- but beware that some vampires can reattach their heads.

Sunlight is a killer to most vampires- only the top tier of vampires don’t die from it, and even they attempt to avoid it. It must be natural light- for reasons that I shall leave to the scientific minds. But artificial light doesn’t work.

Fire works against low and medium tier vampires- if applied, how shall we say, liberally? Presumably the regenerative process does not extend to fire. The same goes for Holy water- though always make sure the water is holy- you don’t want to throw the bottle, only to find that it was only pious water.

Note: this is unfinished. It will be editted… my collegue wants it now, though, so he can prove me wrong. So here you go. I’ll complete it over the next few days, as I continue my research. (Something that admittedly, I don’t like. I favour the hunt.)

Posted in Dracula, Twilight, Uncategorized, vampires

Toccata and Fugue in D minor.

darkcommunist — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 05:16:01 +0000

Scary.

Posted in vampires

Vampires have OCD

darkcommunist — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 05:10:44 +0000

It’s quite true. This is, yet again, a short post. Men on the run don’t have time to make long explanations.

Vampires, it appears, have OCD. Eastern European, and some Chinese myths, give Vampires this unusual trait. If they ever lose a sock, they must find it, before they attempt anthing else. If a vampire encounters a sack of grain, or rice, they would stop, and count all the seeds, obsessively. Many Vampire suspects were buried in a coffin filled with grain- presumably so they would spend eternity counting.

Where has this trait gone for modern-day Vampires? It’s disppeared… but wait… has it? The world’s least intimidating Vampire, Count Von Count, from Sesame street, is obsessed with counting. It’s funny, it’s a laugh. That’s what they want us to think. Many vampiric weaknesses have been hidden over the years- while the ones that invariably don’t work (See the holy symbols in Van Helsing, Carpe Jugulum) are made prominent. Wouldn’t it be convenient if their real weaknesses were hidden behind a series of fake ones?

Vampires supposedly don’t appear in mirrors- what a cover. “Look, I’m not a vampire, I’m visible in a mirror.” says the man with the blood dripping from his fangs. How dreadfully convenient.

Dwell over it. I’ll be carrying a pack of rice in my pocket from now. I just wonder how fast they can count…

I must run now, I can hear them closing. When, and if, I get more time, I shall post concerning Good and Evil. But for now, stay safe.

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The allure of power, prestige and riches

darkcommunist — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 11:56:50 +0000

What makes vampires these days so scary, so popular, and so stylish?

The answer lie within the title. We must go back to the original Dracula and Vampire myths- indeed a look into Faust would help as well. All men three things want- power, wealth, and health. Vampires are immortal, health, check. Vampires, through methods unknown, are always very wealthy, check. And power? Vampires have mental, physical and political power in the bucket. Check.

And here we get the catch- in order to become a vampire, you must surrender your soul to the Devil himself, Satan. Not only does this make you undeniably evil, but your soul is eternally damned. What we face is something monstrous, and an affront to God- a soulless being.

Here we have the allure- what would you do for health, wealth and power (Shame that doesn’t rhyme.) Would you give up your immortal soul? Most of us ~~would certainly do so~~ wouldn’t think of it- and so, we see these as base beings, the lowest of all- those who gave in. Well, the proper vampires, anyway. Modern Vampires are a bit different- but I’ll save them for later.

This is, again, a brief post. But, the value is here- what is the true value of power and immortality- is it worth your soul? Not being able to go outside? Having to rely on Human Blood for survival? How far would we go?

Daub your doors and windows with garlic, wear a cruxifix. Keep your eyes open. They’re more cunning then we think.

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The beginning of the end.

darkcommunist — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 11:43:22 +0000

Here I am. Darkness surrounds me, permeates my very being.

I’ll keep my thoughts and ravings here, maddening gibberish that I write.
I have chosen the book Dracula begin with. I’m going journey into the darkness, to the end. I shan’t be going alone- my fellow hunters will aid me.

I intend to follow several points here. Firstly, what is a Vampire? How do we stop them? What are their strengths and weaknesses? The modern-day vampire will be found, and exterminated. Guides will be made. Information will be gathered. The enemy will be overcome.

First on my list- modern vampire accounts. Read them. Make notes. Find the information.
Van Helsing
Twilight (God forbid)
Nosferatu
Carpe Jugulum
Dracula (film)
I must search for more.
Inform me of more sightings.

More will appear later. For now, I show this.

Click here

Are they gullible fools, or know something we don’t?

Await more. Hide yourself- for the Vampire is not your friend.

Posted in Dracula, vampires Tagged: Dracula, first, vampires