"It all started around four hundred years ago when I was a teenager." Said Bark "Me and some of my friends lived in london at the time. My mother was dying but we had no idea of that. She took it with her head held high. But one day I saw her crying in bed and her arms had very little skin on and were bleeding. I ran to tell my friends when a strange woman came out of some bushes nearby. She told me she could stop my mothers suffering so me and my friends went back to my house with her. The woman walked up to my mother and bit into her neck and sucked out her blood. That was when the change took place. That was when I was scratched. That was when the massacre began."

"I'd been running from the strange lady for awhile," Bark bit his tongue, squinted hard to hold back tears, "when I was caught by the thing. Friend of hers, big hairy fella, eight feet high, claws like daggers on the end of each finger. Cut deep, infected. I looked up, saw the woman laughing, came to later and I was somethin' else. Somethin' hairy, big and real nasty. Lon Chaney Jr. shite. Weren't like the movies though, I didn't feel a damn thing when I tore my way through any unfortunates who came near me. That changed when I met Chantal here. "

Chantal smiled softly, brushing a stray hair away from Bark's eye. Her eyes lingering on him a moment before looking at Tristan. "I was not unfamiliar with these creatures, they had taken my sister years earlier. I was hunting them when I met Bark, who was one of the few who had survived them. I showed him that there was more than just violence in the world, that there was love too," she smiled.

Her smiled faded as she said coolly, "And that we could kill these fuckers."

"Chantal," said Bark, "Gave me some strange herbs, I'm still unsure what they were. Since then I've been able to control my temper and strength. But ageing at one 10th of the rate of a normal human isn't fun. Chantal decided she couldn't let herself wither and age so the drank some of my blood. Hey presto! Here she is 300 years later!" Tristan's head was spinning. His world had just stood still. His girlfriend was dead.
"We must be off, this is the third time we've caught her this decade, she's getting sloppy." Said Bark. As the odd duo turned away, Tristan spoke.
"Let me come with you. She took away my life, Now I need to take away her's." Bark Smiled, made a beckoning gesture. The three walked away into the night and Bark continued with his tale of bloodshed, loss of friends and the clan of Lune Sombre.

I think we schould call this novel, the Clan of Lune Sombre

lovely writing papillon

Bark took a flask from his jacket, liquor that could probably be used to refinish a table. "Chantal and I were both victims of Operation Nessuno. The name's Italian. Means noone. Noone knows, noone can help you, and when they're done with you, you're noone. Another mouth to fill with flesh, another pair of fangs to drink folks dry. Chantal's what Nessuno calls Sanguiform B, clinically dead, but in need of blood to live. What you saw, that creature is type C Variant. Type C variant is what's called a PRESS: Psychoreactive Extranormal Shapeshifter. You get this?" Tristan wanted to nod.

Bark continued, "That woman, we nick named her Slice, was created directly by dark magic. Her purpose was to go and find as many diseases as possible and absorb them, then mutate thm to her advantage. Unfortunately for Salus, her creator, she took a disease from him first. Vampirism. She has since taken from hundreds of humans, many wolves and hundreds of rats. She is a super weapon. That man who infected me was also a type c. He took mainly from bears. Because he infected me, I am a type B. I have about half of his strength and powers. But he has lost much of his intelligence, unlike I. Type A's are those whom they drink from. I only know of one who survived. A welsh bloke named Skimmy. We're off to meet him now."

faustaus, doesn't you saying chantal was bit go back on my bit about her drinking bark's blood?

Let me fix that. I'll remark that she'd been bitten sometime ago.

very well then. Carry on with the story, i want more to post. I'm compying this onto a word document so i can copy it back on here as one big thing. Over 2000 words so far.

I retconned that thing for you, made Chantal's origin more ambiguous. I definitely would like to see more people doing this, or open up the possibility for more threads like this. I think it's a fun idea that works well.

In the dark corners of ones mind, all shadows twist and turn as if part of a roller coaster. Knowing this, the only thing in his mind at this time, is his lust for the foul smell of rotting flesh. As the shadows dance in his head, he concentrates only on his shaking hands and his twitching nerves, knowing that for him to be able to carry on, he must feed. Not something he wishes to do, nor has the murderous intent to do, but he must. If not for his life, then for his ever changing, sanity.

As the crisp air of a winter nights rain, splashes a cold yet refreshing glaze upon the young girls cheek, she carries on down the road, making her way back to her apartment where her newborn and husband are waiting for her to come home from work. As she arrives at the doorstep to the large, but long since remodled apartment, a faint scream and cry are coming from a room on the upper floor of the run-down structure. Ignoring the fact that the landlord wasn't in his usual rocking chair by the door, she races towards the stairs....

I will write some more to this if it is wanted of me, but let me know what you think so far.

Wow...
At first, I thought it would be mediocre at best.
Now it's pretty damn good.
We have some talented people here on HDC. <3

The screams were getting louder as she ran up the stairs. She got up to the floor above her and ran along the corridor. Room 451. A man was just walking in. The girl sped up, intent on finding out what was happening. She pulled out her small bottle of mace and held it out with one hand. With the other, she swept her scarf of and threw desperately at the closing door.

Success! She ran forward and pulled the door open. The man! The man was in there. He ran desperately towards her. To help or kill? She did not know. Behind she glimpsed a sleak woman in the corner, smiling as she screamed. The last thing the 21 year old engaged woman, due to get married in the morning saw was a lumbering hairy beast above her. The man who had raced towards her yelled out. Darkness.

Bark awoke, sweating, tears dripping down his eyes. The night memories were returning.

The large man never got out of the habit of thinking that he was alone. All the time before Chantal, the man time, the beast time, he was alone and thought it would stay that way. The loneliness was a phantom limb that he still felt pains in, one that ached most when the memories came back. But he could see that the loneliness was indeed a delusion, when Tristan shot up just the same, sweat, tears and confusion. Bark breathed deep and tried to fight off the trauma, knowing that it was the boy's first taste of Nessuno. The strange shapeshifter left behind it the pall of fear that more powerful paranormals did. The boy was twitching wildly. "They're still here, they're everywhere...the air, the soil...it's poison and it's all around us..."

Somwhere in Northern Illinois...

"We just got reports of a young girl's throat being sliced. No fingerprints. Looked as though it was done by a bear but it was the middle of the street. One thing we did find was a picture taken by some drunks at a stag night. they sent it in, not realising until the morning."

Charlie handed the photo to Jack, the English head of the Fielsdale PD. The old man's eye's widened. It was 180 years since he had seen this creature. Back in the days of hunting. back when he was bitten. He grabbed his mobile phone and hurried for the door, putting his coat on. Somewhere, in America, he had to find The old trio. And he thought he knew where. Jack Burrows got in his car, and headed towards Skimmy's warehouse.

Thank you. :)

Meanwhile, in Chicago:

Lila and Lola, or the Gemini Twins as they were more formally known in the sideshow circuit, were finishing up packing their gear into their car.

"Did you get both shotguns?", Lila asked.

"Yes", Lola replied.

"Did you get the extra ammo?", Lila asked again.

"Yes", Lola tiredly replied.

"Did you get the grenades? Because I think we're going to need--", Lila started.

"Oh, for christsake Lila, I got it all." Lola said, exasperated, "Now get in the fucking car."

"Alright!", Lila said as she got into the car. "I just want to be prepared, they don't know we're coming."

"Yes, but it's not them that we need to kill!" Lola said looking distractingly into the glovebox and then the backseat before looking back to her sister. "Did you bring the directions?"

"Oh, you mean the one to Skimmy's Warehouse?" Lila said brightly as she pulled a sheet of paper from her pocket.

Lola snatched the paper from her hands, "Jesus Lila, you're going to make us late."

"What?" Lila said innocently.

Back in Skimmy's warehouse, the trio just arrived. Skimmy was in the corner at the far end of the warehouse. There was a staircase and an upstairs, as well as several small seperate rooms. Big contraptions lined the walls. Giant guns, an array of gold and silver bullets and a desk with a big chemistry set on it. Skimmy turned as the door opened. Tristan gasped as he saw the monstrous face. It was extremely pale. The left half appeared to be caved in and had no eye. There was no nose, instead, two slits cut into his face. The other half looked tired an weak. His shoulder length brown hair was neatly kept. He was very muscley. He smiled as he saw them.
"Who's your friend?" He asked Bark.
"That's strange. You never told us your whole name. What is it?" Asked Chantal.
"Tristan is just my middle name, I use it because I prefer it to my first name." He answered.
"Spit it out boy! What's your name." said Skimmy in a harsh, but also slightly friendly way.
"Bartemius. Bartemius Overburse." He said quietly. The three hunters of the night gasped.
"You are...you are the son of Salus." Said Chantal, a smile spreading across her face.

Lola swore under her breath. Her sister could be a hassle sometimes. She couldn't have been attached to a worse person. Then again, Lila's trigger finger was a whole lot quicker than hers and when it came down to kill or be killed, Lila was the one to have on her side. She was nervous enough about dealing with Skimmy. The Welshman was unpredictable as the Type A Chimera tended to be. Anybody with the temper of a badger and the reflexes of an antellope oughta be. No need to worry, though, they were packin' plenty of silver, and Lila, in spite of being a total scatterbrain could squeeze off rounds like nobody's business.
"It's okay," Lola said, trying to calm down, "the guy just makes me nervous. Failed alchemical experiments do that to me. The type As have been around since before Mendel discovered genetics and they show it, you know that."
"Skimmy ain't bad for a conspiracy nut with the brain of a sprung predator," said Lila, "course that isn't saying much."

just did a word count. 3176. Keep this going and we could end up having it made into a real book. I can see it now!

Driving across town. Jack burrows was leaking with sweat. He would be dragging himself back into this all, he knew it. He had just learnt to control his curse, now it would be coming back. The fear, the anger. The hate. Overhead the sun was begining to sink. They would strike again. He couldn't ignore it. If the Clan were returning, he had to stop them. Bark, Chantal and Skimmy couldn't do it alone. He was just arriving. As he looked up at the warehouse, the screams from last time he had been with these people returned to his head. He looked to his side. His gun was still there. when he looked up, he just caught the glimpse of a silver car pull out infront before he collided with it. He slammed his head on the wheel. He looked up to see the damage, but what see saw horrifed him more than 1000 dead bodies. The twins were back. They couldn't be! He had killed them. Back with the bomb! He had killed them! But here they were, smiling sinisterly, guns raised. Ready to shoot.

Sorry, none of you guys posted so I wanna do more. This will be longer than most of your bits. I love this thread!:::



Back in the warehouse...
"I'm the what of what?" Asked Tristan. He couldn't understand why the others were gawping at him so much. Bark opened his mouth to answer but stopped and raised his hand. "Car...crash. Let's go check it out." he said, pointing to the door. The three ran out. Skimmy handed Tristan a strange ball with a button on top of it. He smiled at him, Tristan knew this was a weapon of some sort. He put it in his pocket.
As Bark ran out, he shouted out loud. Tristan pushed to the front to see these strangely pretty gemini twins holding a gun. They turned to face him and smiled. The man in the crashed car scrambled out and quickly shot one of the twins in the legs. She swore out loud and shot at him but missed in all her pain.
The other twin sighed and started firing at Skimmy who had run to the left with a gun. Bark drew out his shotgun and loaded it, Chantal took out her crossbow and was aiming at them. She was ready to shoot at the twins when something large and hairy rammed into her and sent her flying. something flew over head and picked up Bark who struggled, dropping his shotgun.
Tristan ran over to Skimmy who had been shot in his right arm and somewhere in his stoumach. The twins advanced, as did the giant hairy creature. One of the twins held up her gun. It was the one the man from the car, who was currently out of sight, had shot. She pointed it at Skimmy and muttered something in a strange language. Tristan closed his eyes and heard a shot. Blood splattered on him. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the man from the car holding a gun out, there was a gaping hole in the womans head. She went limp. "Nice to see you too." Said the man, smiling. "Let's see if I still got it!"

"No!" Lila screamed as her sister's head exploded like a melon. Lola's body going limp and slinking to the ground.

Tristan wiped the blood from his face, "Oh, fuck."

"First time you seen a dead person," Jack said to Tristan.

"Oh, fuck!" Tristan said as his eyes widened.

"Oh, stop being a fucking sissy...it's just a little blood..."Jack trailed off as Tristan pointed over his shoulder. Jack turned just in time to see Lila with a bazooka on her shoulder.

"Motherfuckers," Lila whispered as her mascara ran in streaks down her tearjerked face. She released the button on the bazooka and the rocket shot towards Jack, Tristan, and the others.

All were confused to see that Skimmy had executed a truly acrobatic dive, grabbing both Jack and Tristan and pushing them back several feet. The rocket exploded, Tristan could feel the heat and was overpowered by the noise, but was not reduced to bits of charred flesh as he had expected to be. Skimmy was fast, Skimmy was twitchy and Skimmy was strong. All these were things Lola had warned her sister about, yet the surviving conjoined twin was the most surprised person in the room. Bark and Chantal had found cover, also being preternaturally fast, so Lila's vengeful gesture lost a good deal of its thunder. Lila should have also expected the vampire she'd been warned about at the beginning of her mission to be right behind her. Lo and behold Chantal was. Instead of decapitating the confused twin, Chantal filled the warehouse with even more noise. "EVERYBODY CALM DOWN AND STOP SHOOTING!"

"I have a gun to your head," said Chantal "And any wrong move you make will cost you your life." Everybody was confused, most of all Bark. Slice had stopped fighting and had also stopped her hairy accomplice. But most of all because of Chantal. She had sharp teeth, that of a vampire, she had wings. She was...a vampire? How could this be? She had drunk his blood. That had made her immortal. He tried to ask her about this but was silenced by her.
"I have some questions for you. All of you." Said Chantal, looking at the other members of the evil clan. Slice returned to her human form, as did the hairy man. He somehow reminded Tristan of Hulk Hogan. All the Clan members nodded in agreement.
"Question uno. Lila, how did you survive, you and your friend there." She nodded at Lola's body.
"After Jack tried to kill us? Well, that fateful night back then almost did. Luckily, Lola saved both our asses. She picked up a table from that old cafeteria and shielded us with it in a corner. Not that we didn't get hurt." She signalled to a hideous burn along her arm. "I see you didn't get away unharmed either Bark."
He sneered at her "I got these little lovemarks killing your pathetic hubby. At least he is dead. Made sure of that myself. I never did have much time for Lizard Monkeys things." He said with a dark smile on his face.
Lila was about to run at him when Chantal tapped her in the back of the head with the gun.
"Question zwei."

Once again, i have waited long enough for another continuation so, here I go :

"Why have you all regrouped. This hasn't happened since our last battle. Of course, hubby isn't here and...where's your little leader and his pet?" asked Chantal, looking slightly anxious.
"Biding their time." Answered Slice plainly. I made contact recently and that was when they told us of him." She signalled at Tristan, who once again, wodered why he seemed to be the centre of attention.
"What's so important about him?" Asked Jack.
"He is the son of Salus. He is our victory. He is their destruction." Chantal said, with immense pride. Tristan was once again about to ask about this when he spotted something over in the corner. There was something there. A black shape shifting about like a ghost. It was holding reaching towards something. It was strange. Whatever it was, it seemed more like a shadow than a man. He realised what it was doing. It was going for one of Skimmy's weapons! He glanced across at the object. From it's appearance, he gathered it was a bomb of somesort. The shape appeared to be pressing buttons on it. IT WAS GOING TO EXPLODE! He yelled at the top of his voice, over the witty banter going on between Chantal and Lila. With a flash, the thing shot away. It looked like it went under the walls. Bet in shouting, he had distracted Chantal, Bark, Skimmy and the man he had heared refered to as Jack. That was just enough time for the others to attack.

bumpness!!!!!!!!

But the device didn't explode. It wasn't a bomb at all, it was a gatekey that opened a portal to somewhere else. Like a rip in space an intense blue light came from the gate.

Only Bark seemed to know what it was, "Oh, no," he said, his face full of panic.

Tristan watched as a Shadow, similar to the one he had seen earlier came out of the portal and wrapped itself around Bark pulling him through the portal as he screamed.

Before Tristan realized what was happening the Shadows pulled in Lila and Chantal. Tristan looked down and realized that the Shadows had wrapped themselves around him. He tried to step back and looked for anything to grab onto, but it was too late and they yanked him through the portal too, closing behind him in a flash.

All Tristan could see was a blinding blue light as he felt himself being pulled from all directions. A wave of nausea hit him and just as quickly as it had come it was gone. He felt himself hit something hard and awoke to find himself, Bark, Chantal, and Lila all laying on a mirrored floor.

The others sat up all rubbing their heads. "Where are we?" Chantal said.

"Great," Lila scoffed, "We're God knows where and now I'm stuck with you all."

"Yeah, well I can change that," Chantal said as she reached for her gun, but it was gone. All their weapons were gone. "What the fuck? Where is my gun?"

Tristan looked around, not only was the floor mirrored, but so was the walls and ceiling. The room was massive with high ceilings. The only part that wasn't mirrored was the twelve ornate doors on along the walls of the room. The room was also empty except for the four of them.

Bark sighed deeply, as all eyes went to him, "I know where we are."

:D :D :D :D :D

When he turned around he could only see a sharp light making him blind and then it came, from a razorblad it hitted him over the throat and the blood started to spray, Bark fell to the ground, running for the light as he passed away forever...

Lol!

Should we let the thread continue?

{I think this post should not be included in this story as the poster has not only not contributed anything previously, but in one run-on sentence, kills off a major character with a weapon, which was previously stated in the prior post: does not exist! There are no weapons here and they are alone, and this does not fit with the previous linear flow of the story.}

[Agreed.]

Meanwhile, back in the warehouse...

"What the fuck was that?!" Shouted Jack, with a look of horror and shock on his face. He looked up to see Slice and the hairy man who, last time they were in a confrontation had been named Greek both looking suprised and unmistakeably, scared. The only one looking normal looked up. Expressionless. He stared out into the night sky through a hole in the roof of the building.
"It has begun. The war to end it all has begun. Soon, the four races will clash and only one can come out victorious." he said, and Jack gasped as Skimmy slumped the floor and began to laugh.
"Skim, are you okay?" Asked Jack, keeping an eye on the two members of the clan of Lune Sombre, incase they decided to strike.
"I am the only one left." Said Skimmy. "Did you ever wonder why I survived Slices bite? Any normal man would have surely died. I have not been completely honest with you all. First of all, my name is not Skimmy, it's Trius. Trius the third. Trius the great. The last Eldest. And now, the end of all that we know, is upon us.

hmmmm...I just re-read it am I'm afraid it's becoming a sci-fi action rather than horror. Maybe we should go back and change some things.