Vayne the Eldar: Blood Awakening

Chapter 1-Non Nobis

It was the same thing every day. Vayne would wake up screaming. His head would start pounding, and by the time the pain had subsided, he would barely remember his name. But even then, it seemed like a whisper in the wind. An uncertainty. The only thing he could remember, was a word. Vyre.

He would never say it, and he would never think about it, but it comforted him. It made him feel safe. No matter where he went, no matter what he did, as long as he had that word, he felt fine. But it wasn't a good life for Vayne. He was never in the megacities. The thriving, bustling and filth infested havens for degenerates and the corrupt. He lived in the waste, which was not a waste in fact, but the wilderness. Forests and woodland covered most of the earth, and wildlife had thrived and changed since anyone last checked.

Vayne had been living in the waste for as long as he could remember...or couldn't remember. But he didn't care. He just wanted to be left alone. But sometimes, that wasn't the case. Predators or other less savory things would attack him on a regular basis. Of course, he never knew how he took care of them in the end, but he did and he moved on.

Sometimes, he would find food. Some roots or berries. He often went days without eating. It was quite the life

Vayne himself, wasn't the most impressive looking person. He had shoulder length grey hair. Not the bright silvery grey. A dull grey that seemed somewhat depressing. His nose was just a little crooked and his eyes were a stormy grey. He didn't see himself too often, except in springs or streams. But that wouldn't have changed anything. He would simply look away and keep moving.

He didn't think much about it, but Vayne had managed to survive the waste for a very long time. It was a little like second nature to survive, but Vayne seemed to be quite the subconscious expert. He was always moving, never staying in one place for more than a day. Because of this, he had never really met other people. Not that he could remember. But one day, things would stray far from their usual course...
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"Get away from me!" Iris screamed as she ran through the woods, stray branches and vines whipping her face. She could barely breathe as she looked over her shoulder. Her pursuers were still hot on her heels. Three men and a woman. Outside of Carn's walls, she would never be safe. She was an outcast. The price for being part of a brothel. She wasn't a whore, but an information manager. She simply helped run the place. When the authorities came, she was one of the few people who was caught and put into prison. There, the inmates and guards used her whenever they wanted and after the trial, she was ostracized.

But it didn't end. Some of her enemies thought that chasing her into the woods for a bit of sport would be fun. She had been running nonstop for close to an hour for fear of what they would do to her. Anyone was allowed out of the walls as long as they didn't bring danger back.  Her pursuers seemed to think the fun was worth the risk. The group   She tripped over a root and fell onto the ground, scraping her palms and knees before getting up again. She only took a few steps before there was a blur of green and she was upside down. She had stepped into a trap. The simple rope traps that suspended the prey above ground, upside down. It took her a few seconds to register what had happened before she started thrashing wildly, tears falling out of her eyes. Within seconds, her pursuers had arrived.

Nasri, the woman leading the pursuit was pretty and blonde, but always had a smug look on her face. She was part of a rival gang that also specialized in prostitution. She was relentless, and always kept a grudge. Her lackeys, Giyband and Tom were big. Not too big, but big enough. They were just as ruthless as Nasri, but not as cunning. Nasri was grinning as she looked at Iris.
"Looks like we finally caught her," she said happily. "Now I can have a little fun."
"Why are you doing this?" Iris pleaded. "You've got all you wanted!"
Nasri giggled. "I'm just a bitch I guess. You could say I get off from watching people suffer. Speaking of suffering..." She snapped her fingers. Giyband and Tom moved forward menacingly. Tom began to unbuckle his belt and Giyband unbuttoned his shirt slowly, moving towards her.

"We'll have a lot fun with you," Tom whispered in her ear, his hot, rank breath making her gag. Iris began to wiggle hysterically, screaming at the top of her lungs even though she knew it was useless. Before anything happened though, a man walked up behind Giyband. Nasri and Iris' eyes widened in shock. It was almost impossible for this man to have walked up behind them unseen and unheard.
"Who are y-" Tom said before the man slapped Giyband across the face, subsequently making his head twist around three times.
"Fuck you!" Tom cried, pulling out a handgun and firing at the man. The man's eyes became completely grey and he raised his hand. All the bullets sunk into his hand, which began to bleed. He walked forward to Tom, who was shaking, a look of terror in his eyes. The man looked him up and down before pulling out his belt and slashing it across the man's abdomen. Tom's top half fell to the floor, blood spurting from his lower body.

Finally, the man walked to Nasri.
"I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me!" Nasri pleaded, tears flowing out of her eyes.
"Vyre," the man said firmly. For a second, nothing happened, and Nasri's face softened. Suddenly, she began to choke, and her eyes began to bulge. Without warning, she burst into intense grey flames. She let out one loud scream before her vocal chords burnt and she could only writhe in agony. Within minutes, she was reduced to a pile of ashes. After the man looked at Nasri's remains, he walked to Iris. Iris' last sight was the man raising his hand up high before she fainted.