Journal of the Last Legatee

[Alex V.Sharp]

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Guess I got a bit star crazy... happens...

Anyway, here are some old short stories about vampires and werewolves I'd written about a year ago. These are fictional stories compiled using events from the online browser game "BiteFight". It's a rather stiff browser game about vampires and werewolves, but it does inspire certain stories. I used to play as a werewolf but, as you'll see in the story, did not consider myself one. I stopped progressing it mainly because there were more events then I had time to write stories for, thus it all stopped being the one thing it was mainly supposed to be - fun. Though unfinished, I decided to post it here anyway... It still amazes me how fast I though up these texts, just seconds after the event had happened!

There is some mild violence, but nothing to get worried about. Besides, these ARE stories about the creatures of the night. Every entry I've written has been inspired by a certain event during the game. I also mentioned the events (lost, won, buddy request or just read the character description) and the players who caused them. Oh, the entries are sorted by coded date and time (example: "Entry 200802171845" once decoded means: "Entry 2008.02.17-18:45" ). Thought it was more interesting that way. 8)

Now, there are two ways for me to post them here. One: you can click on this link to download a nicely formatted PDF file and read all the stories in peace; or two: to post the stories one by one in this thread. Whichever you choose, just tell me.

Here's a spoiler: the stories prologue (Click to View)

Legatee’s reminiscence
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I still remember the blue light as we passed through it. It was like walking into a cold sea and still being able to breathe, to feel the wind. That was the last thing any of us felt before leaving our home forever. Through our cognition of mystical energies and our knowledge of the stars we were able to accomplish something many can only dream about: to travel between worlds. Maybe there really wasn’t any way to stop the implosion, save our home planet from inevitable destruction. The Stones of Energies, a sacred place of grand power was our only chance for salvation. The elders managed to open a portal just in the nick of time for everyone to pass through. Alas, all our efforts were in vain as the entrance started to collapse. With the starting point gone we lost all orientation and were left to wander the vast emptiness between time and space, never to find a way out. And yet, somehow I’ve managed to end up here, all alone with no allusion how it happened…

These others, the ones that inherit this world are nothing like us. They may possess fangs and claws, but their morality is nowhere near our level. Killing at random, they do not show any mercy to those they hunt. The hatreds just keep rendering, with no sympathies whatsoever. Hatred? An emotion my kin never knew. Now it has been seeded into me like an everlasting plague, torturing me whenever I feel it. For the sake of the lost ones I had to face this new reality, learn its horrid ways in order to survive. With dislike I’ve studied this carnage, and so I’m doing all in my power to keep the hatred locked away as deep as possible. Hope that the others will find their way out of oblivion is strong enough to keep me going on my quest. Now I seek those willing to leave this cruel world behind so as to help them find placidity. Only then can they unite and rebuild the reality that they never knew… only then can they become a Mavulise… only then can they find true peace…

I’m the only legatee to the old ways, the last of my kind - the last of the ancients. Now I wander this vast new world searching for those lost in hatred. Beware creatures of the darkness, because I have learned your ways well. I will not follow you into the abyss, yet will fight till the very end if needed…

…for the sake of the lost ones…

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So? What'cha think?

~edit: fixed the "vain" typo. Thanks, Zab. Will check the PDF for more errors. Please decide whether to post the rest or leave only as a link.

[Zabobula]

Dude....amazing. It feels good to read all the way through a text without bumps and bruises on my eyes (only one error. you have vane when it should've been vain) . Other than that, this was incredible read. It sounded even better because I was playing some background music. (The last song in the Naruto Shippudden ost to be exact. The one that's like 10 minutes LOL)

I am looking forward to reading more from you in the future man.

[Reaper]

Wow, very very good... The first part was amazing, in the second part there were one or two things I would have done different( for example I don't really like the syntax in "Only then can they unite". Its great to get more variety, but if you use it several times it sounds a bit strange although its an anaphora/ parallelism in that case.) I have to admit that I didn't fully understand the last part... Are "the others" a new generation? What is Mavulise?
I wouldn't call it oblivion btw. In my eyes its not that fitting, also because I think oblivion isn't the thing that is important for them. Hatred is.( In a negative way) You know, they probably don't care whether there will be people remembering them, but living in a world full of hatred, without morality... Thats probably what they want to escape out of. At least I think so. Of course you could also say thats about a sense of living, but then oblivion is nevertheless only halfway fitting.
Oh and: "Hope that the others will find their way out of oblivion is strong enough to keep me going on my quest"
There you mixed the noun and the verb "will" I think. Shouldn't there be a to? Anyway I would rather think that its his will to get them out of oblivion that keeps him going. To give them the world they never had. That would be logical for me, but well...
And "Now I wonder", don't understand that, too. I would understand wander, but...
But well, its really amazing. Not that easy to understand though. But still just amazing. All of my critiques were just minor anyway and hardly relating your style of writing. So yeah, great.
I would prefer posting one chapter after each other btw. I don't know why but meh.

[Elias]

Well I read only couple of sentence (because I hate reading a long things on PC) but it was already good, I like you describe things really nice,
I will print it and then read it but all other members you have to read the whole thing but this was just small what I read and still really good.

[Alex V.Sharp]

Are "the others" a new generation? What is Mavulise?
I wouldn't call it oblivion btw. In my eyes its not that fitting, also because I think oblivion isn't the thing that is important for them. Hatred is.( In a negative way) You know, they probably don't care whether there will be people remembering them, but living in a world full of hatred, without morality... Thats probably what they want to escape out of. At least I think so. Of course you could also say thats about a sense of living, but then oblivion is nevertheless only halfway fitting.
Oh and: "Hope that the others will find their way out of oblivion is strong enough to keep me going on my quest"
There you mixed the noun and the verb "will" I think. Shouldn't there be a to?

Well, the idea of "Mavulise" is that they only resemble werewolves (or, in the original idea, werefoxes) but have completely different ways of living. They are not a new generation, they only resemble each other. If you payed attention to the prologue he said that they (the Mavulise) had to flee their collapsing world through a portal to a different dimension, but the passage went wrong. The oblivion he mentioned was referring to the place where he lost the rest of his kind (once the portal distorted) and he also calls it "vast emptiness between time and space". The term "oblivion" is not a metaphor for hatred here. Also, in it's current context "will" is a verb.

Anyway I would rather think that its his will to get them out of oblivion that keeps him going. To give them the world they never had. That would be logical for me, but well...

He keeps going on because he believes that his kind will find a way out of the void. Meanwhile he made his mission to educate the "new" races he encountered and make this world better: "Only then can they unite and rebuild the reality that they never knew… only then can they become a Mavulise…"

And "Now I wonder", don't understand that, too. I would understand wander, but...

Typing mistake. Was suppose to be "wander". I've fixed it.

I would prefer posting one chapter after each other btw. I don't know why but meh.

I'll leave the link but post a few chapters at a time. Maybe I'll get more accurate reviews this way.

Two first entries in the journal (Click to View)

*Entry 200802171845: Lord_Draco -lost

Now that I regained conscience I realize that it was a mistake. The vampire surly left immediately after the battle to tend to his own wounds. They where rather severe, but I still lost the battle. Letting my anger get the best of me and cloud my judgment was a mistake, one that could have easily cost me my life. I knew that I was tired. An inner voice kept telling me to lie down and rest, but somehow the trill prevailed. Never before had I felt such anger during battle. It was something I was completely unprepared to withstand. The strength it gave me was nothing but an illusion, thus while it seemed as if I can still fight my knees where fluttering of exhaustion. In the end my vision slowly blurred and my body bent falling towards the ground on its own will. The last thing I saw before passing out was the wounded vampire draggle away. And yet I wonder: did he leave because of the injuries, or did he left for some other reason? Surly he could have gathered enough strength for one last strike? I mustn’t ever let this happen again… next time might be my last.

*Entry 200802182252: darkdeedu -lost

…he attacked cutting a deep wound at the neck. Feeling the blade as it sliced me I leaped backwards, tumbled over a trunk and fell on the ground. That strange felling of anger was beginning to unfold. Alas, my effort to keep it at bay was short noticed and soon it took me over completely. Quickly I got up charging the vampire with nothing but pure rage. Without any hesitations he took his Hitchichu knife in his other hand, dodged my clumsy attack and appeared behind me. While blinded by hatred I felt the steel again, shearing yet another slash at the same place on my neck. Blood started to drop down my fur into the mud, slowly relieving the anger. Soon my mind was clear again, and so I looked my battle ready opponent. Part of me wanted to fight, but the other half prevailed. “Forgive me” I uttered and walked away. Soon afterwards the vampire also left, hurrying to tend his own wounds. Perhaps there are lessons we can learn from our ‘enemies’.

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[Reaper]

Ok, finally I understood. We were talking on completely different purposes. I thought that he wasn't trying to help the ones living on that planet before. I thought he was searching for the others of his kind to help them... Because I didn't understood why there should be any of the others who could try to leave that cruel world behind any why its rebuild then. I've only heard that when it was about a new generation who hadn't have a good world all way through, never for a race that never had it. Plus I didn't know that Mavulise was referring to his kind. You've never said that. Still I don't like that part with the other's will find their way out of oblivion. Mainly because I don't see any relation. When they come out, why should they come out in the same world? He will never know whether they are out. If I was him, I would do it for the ones who have lived in hatred all the way... But thats your choice. His character just isn't familiar to me.
So yeah, a giant misunderstanding, I'm very sorry for that.
To the new texts: Pretty awesome again, though a bit short. Well, maybe there isn't any possibility to make them longer with so many events in that game. However, I would rather like to see longer and less part, but if you can show the development of his character and whatnot in it, it will be fine for me.
About mistakes: I can't find any mistakes in the second text, but about the first I ain't sure. "thus while it seemed as if I can still fight my knees where fluttering of exhaustion."
"my knees were" it should probably be and "it seemed as if I could". Because he couldn't. I ain't sure about whether all the tenses are correct, but I'll just believe in you. I don't want to write rubbish again
So yeah, if you can match together the parts( have matched together) so that they have the features a good story should have( depth etc.), it is just awesome.

[Alex V.Sharp]

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I've been busy working with the project and some other stuff lately. But since I already have it written, how about a few more entries?

3 more entries from the journal (Click to View)

*Entry 200802190803: deng -lost
This morning, as I was walking my usual route, a strange new scent appeared. There was no doubt that it was a vampire since I’ve already learned the smell of their blood. Yet something was different about this one; couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Even so, I continued to my destination trying not to regard it. As I was getting closer to the river, the scent was becoming stronger. Why did it bother me so much? It wouldn’t be the first time I meet a child of the night. Soon I heard ripples of rushing water and reached the small river. Now I was certain about my specters as I saw a human-like figure kneeling at the bank, slowly taking the water and splashing it over the face. Suddenly the figure stood up and froze, a sure sign that it has discovered. Seeing that battle was inevitable, I slowly revealed myself from the shrubs. The vampire turned to face me and I realized why the scent was so different: it was a female. Never before have had I attacked a woman, vampire or not. The whole thing was against the old ways - my ways. Unfortunately there didn’t seem to be much choice. She grimed unveiling her fangs, forcing me to quickly pace forwards and pull out my knife in the process. While noticing her strange green eyes for a moment I let my guard down, give her an opportunity to dodge. The fight soon started to unfold, and yet all I could think about were my morals I was forswearing. The stitched scar on the right eye was hinting that she had battled before, while during our confrontation she shown skill equal to mine. Thinking about the scar postulated my next mistake. While I was lost in thought, she cleverly attacked from the rear and cut me in the lower arm. Losing control over my notions, all I wanted was for the battle to end. Looking deeper into her emerald eyes I ascertained myself that this was the right choice. Perform what would have seemed as a strike, I fell over the bank into the cold river, thus losing the battle. She did not follow me downstream, so I got out of the water and slowly went home thinking about nothing else but the scar on her face…

*Entry 200802190949: Lady_Fang
Still wet from falling into the river during my last battle, slowly I paced towards my now called home. The deep wound on my lower arm wasn’t bleeding anymore, though I still felt pain. Suddenly, just like before my last battle, I smelled the same scent. There was no doubt that it was another female vampire. Quietly I turned around; wanting to walk the other way. It was too late: she appeared right in front of me. As I went for my knife, she pushed me backwards, throwing me a whole meter into the grass. Her piercing green eyes and fangs like glistening ivory immediately reminded me of my last opponent. Yet she was much stronger then her - definitely not my league. I tried to get up only to find myself scattered into a boulder. Shivering I tried to get up, but my wound started bleeding again, intensifying the pain. Then happened something I would have never expected: she left. A completely unexplainable event. Why would someone clearly loyal to the vampires leave me be? Could she have felt pity? Was I not enough of a challenge for her in order to enter battle…? That was it: I wasn’t a challenge. I was nothing compare to her and she probably didn’t want to waste time. Now that I pulled myself together I wonder… try to understand this world’s rules… There doesn’t seem to be any logic in them. At first I thought that the weak perish where the strongest prevail, but now I’m confused by this gesture of my so-called enemy. This was but another strange hap for this unbalanced reality.

*Entry 200802220343: Ragnorak -lost
As I was taking a walk near the cliffs I suddenly realized this change in the air. Quickly I jumped to the side, barley dodging the sharp blade. The next attack was so fast that my sword slipped out of my hands while repelling it. After being hardly wounded in the leg, the situation became clear – once again I was way out of my league. This vampire wasn’t like the others I faced. The battle that occurred was more of a game for this one, watching my pointless attempts to resist. Completely perchance I slashed my sword, cutting a deep wound in the vampire’s upper arm. This useless act was nothing more than a last minute fluke and all it did was make him even more raged. As he gone berserk there was a change in his fighting style. He became distracted and rapidly missed his every charge. This was an opportunity I foolishly tried to use to attack him instead of running away. The fist assails were successful, but then everything gone from bad to worse. Although unaware of what exactly he was doing, his strength still surpassed mine. He kept ramming into me, savagely ripping my leg open. As the intense pain became unbearable, I accepted that there was no way to defeat this opponent – this now showing monster. Repelling his last assault, I readily jumped down the steep slope, sliding down to safety. Leaning back onto a tree I listened to the violent cries while the vampire was striking thin air as if fighting against an army. This sight reminded me of how my rage got the best of me once, turning me into a wild beast. Although he was my enemy I still felt pity towards him.
“Rage is a terrible thing that always spawns a monster” toppling my ears I walked away from the screams, feeling nothing else but pain – both in my leg and my heart…

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Drat, the PDF is full of mistypes! I'll reload it once all the entries are uploaded and corrected.

[Alex V.Sharp]

Still haven't corrected the PDF file (at this pace it'll be done in a year or two... maybe... ) but I am checking the texts before posting 'em. And since my visits are rather scarce these days, thought I better post a few more stories just so as to have some activity on the forum... :P

Oh, you'll notice some stories are connected. Check the player's names. I've also started color-coding the events. Though it looks like I did that before as well, in truth I just started.

(Click to View)

*Entry 200802240243: Marvaddin -lost

Never before have I faced an opponent like this one. It's not his strength that surprised me, it was his strange motivation. The first attack was so precise that it broke my sword free from my grip while blocking. Without hesitation I dodged a quick slash and started running for my weapon. As I took it out of the ground a flicker of light blinded me, and soon I felt intense pain in my left thigh. My body bent on its own will and I knelled. I could make out a toothed smile of my attacker as he charged me again. The fight was all but equal, since he seemed to fight for pleasure while I fought for my life. In the end I was exhausted. Unable to aim properly, my last attempt missed and I fell unable to get up. Just when I thought it was all over something else happened: the vampire took my gold. All the coins I gathered in the past.
“Would you like donating me some gold? Yes?” he spoke with a sinisterly playful smile. Unable to answer I closed my eyes, hearing only his footsteps slowly leaving, being followed by a jingle of my money bag.

*Entry 200802240344: shydragonpixie -won

With my last battle’s end I was still reposing on the grass. My deep wounds have already started to heal and the pain was almost gone. A cold breeze broke my zen, implied that something was amiss. Pulling my sword I turned around, blocking the attack towards me. Seeing him, it was clear that we where equally matched. Blades started slashing while my opponent and I challenged in showing our swordsmanship. My injuries started to hurt again, reminded me that I’m in no condition for a long fight. I had to end this battle quickly or I wouldn’t last. By precise timing I swung my sword, cutting the vampires stomach. He bent, and I quickly run away hoping that he would not follow me. Thankfully the wound I bestowed upon him seemed to be rather deep, so he also left saving himself and me at the same time.

*Entry 200802241119: Ragnorak -buddy

Today I felt kind of anxious. Ever since the last two raids occurred I’ve been losing faith in myself. Doubt was all that I could think about; doubt that I will die before seeing any of the lost ones again. I was so preoccupied with these thoughts that I almost didn’t notice the sound of breaking branches. Slowly I reached for my blade in wait for this noise to come closer. A present of another stood right behind my back. I swiftly swung my blade only to find it mauled out of my hands. Even though surprised, upon seeing him I recognized the raging vampire I fought before. For a moment I considered running for my sword stabbed in a nearby tree but I didn’t. This once furious monster was now standing completely calm, putting the steel back into the sheath. His act was quite confusing since I was currently unarmed, an easy target. Shifting his look to the side he uttered “I’m sorry”. Never thought one of these creatures could feel sorrow, nor have a conscience for that matter. His words were completely unexpected once he continued:
“I still fight the werewolves, but letting my rage take me over like that wasn’t what I intended. For that I must apologize as my honor demands”
As strange as it seemed, by the looks of it I knew he was telling the truth. Concluding that, I made a friendly smile:
“I know what it’s like to lose control over ones actions” then I slowly turned away. Pulling my sword from the tree trunk, I continued:
“Oh… By the way, I’m not a werewolf. I’m Mavulise, the last legatee to the old ways of my kind”
He hid his teeth, forming something that resembles a human smile. I turned my back and after a few steps I leaned to the side and looked behind me: he was gone. I had a feeling that this isn’t the last time we see each other. Just hope that, the next time we meet, we'll not be fighting as enemies.

*Entry: 200802242112: Walfar -description

A painful scream echoed through the forest. Part of me wanted to continue my route, but in the end curiosity won. I run between the trees toward the source of this scrimmage. Once there I saw something horrifying: A werewolf was holding a vampire by the neck, squeezing him while his wounds bleed rapidly. Although it wasn’t mine to intervene, the shrieks forced me to step out. “Stop it!” I yelled, causing the werewolf to notice me. Angrily he told me to stay out of this, but I couldn’t. Seeing the painful face of this enemy on the verge of suffocation, the thick red blood sliding down his body made me
do a foolish action… I charged. This was quickly foiled by a single hit of the werewolf’s other hand, tossing me backwards. Although obviously being no match for him, again I shouted the same words “Stop hurting him!” The huge werewolf bent his head and looked at me with even more rage:
“Why would you care about this monster?”
“I don’t” confidently I replied “but this is more than I can take!”
Still holding his victim he turned towards the ground:
“When I was young, my family was attacked by Vampires” he begun talking “They killed my entire family… all but me”
Hearing his story, I understood why he does this, but it was still wrong. I wanted to say something but he interrupted me before I uttered:
“Since then I have hated vampires all my life, and have destroyed countless numbers of them. Why should this one be any different?”
In all the rage his grip tightened and with a snap the vampire’s hands slacken. The huge one had let go of the corpse and started walking away. There was nothing I could have done to change this outcome. Just before he left I halted him, only for a second:
“Hatred only spawns monsters – no matter the race”
He threw a glance at the pool of blood surrounding his now dead enemy and then glimpsed toward me. Without saying anything, he turned away and left before the smell of blood filled the air. Soon afterward I too left as quickly as possible in order to exit the scent of hatred and carnage.

*Entry 200802250815: crossbone -lost

This evening I decided to walk through this place the humans call “a cemetery”. From what I’ve understood, whenever one of theirs dies they bury him in the ground. This custom is quite interesting to me since in my world those that are ready to die enter the magical nexus
on their own will. Death was not so frightening back home. In fact, it was something everybody was looking forward to: to cross into the light meant that you have fulfilled your dreams and wishes. It meant that you were about to become an elder, a spirit of holiness. I never knew that it could be so awful until witnessing that last battle between a werewolf and vampire. The carnage and pain was unbearable and the screams are still heard through my head. And to make things worse, trouble never seems to leave me be. Cognition that I wasn’t alone was a bit too late. A dark vampire, black as the very night itself, cut me from behind preventing my sword from being pulled out. He prepared for another strike which I used to slip behind a gravestone, made him hit it instead of me. The blow was so strong that he actually split the plate in two and still managed to move fast enough to catch up with me. The battle went on as I desperately fended his attacks. I was already at the end of my strengths. Losing my breath, my body begun to shimmer. There was no doubt that he had won this battle. The biggest question was: will I live to see another day? The day… that’s what happened: as the sun rised on the horizon the vampire quickly fled without finishing me off. Never thought I would be so glad to see this world’s sunrise. It’s just as beautiful as on my own home world.

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Hmm... wonder when will I post next...?
Guess once I get some input. :lol: