lets wright our own horror novel

[ferretchucker]

"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."

[Doc Faustus]

"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. "

[Papillon Noir]

Originally Posted by Doc Faustus

"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."

[ferretchucker]

"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.

[ferretchucker]

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

[Zero]

Originally Posted by Papillon Noir

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."

lovely writing papillon

[Doc Faustus]

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.

[ferretchucker]

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."

[ferretchucker]

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

[Doc Faustus]

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