Stories of Nativus

I Think (pt.2)

You put up Sarmen's book and picked another random book off of the shelf. The cover was black, and with silver lettering, reads one name:

Vraelen

You flip to a random part of the page and scanned though the contents. This one was pretty recent and this was part two?  Fine print caught your eye:

"Warning: Mature Language"

You found it interesting as you dove into the story.

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Vraelen's jaw hurt like hell, Sarmen's punch had shattered it and it now hung slack. He didn't expect his younger brother to hit him so harshly, but then again, he had been asking for it.

He was sitting at the foot of the second tree he slammed into, he could feel splinters running along his back. His body was trying to heal him as quickly as it could.

After around half and hour, he got up, there wasn't a single scratch on him. Atleast he learned a few things during his rant. Sarmen was obsessed with Sumi and that Sumi seemingly knew or had some sort of relationship with the imposter. That was worth a broken jaw... Hopefully.

"That was stupid, antagonising him like that."Vraelen turned to stare at what looked like a little girl. Something he didn't normally tell people was that he heard and saw things, the people he'd killed would just randomly show up. At first he thought they were ghosts but by now he knew they were figments of his imagination. Their personalities were a dead give away that these weren't real people.

"Sorry, lolita, but I had to get info somehow."Vraelen replied, the people would sometimes give him advice or just try and roast him.

"Well, using the girl you know he's crazy about and you know you still have feelings for was a dirty move."Oh, and they always knew what he was thinking.

The silver-haired vampire scowled and started walking. "Look, you fucking loli. I love Saiya, I want to spend my life with Saiya. But, I do love Sumi, even if we can't be together in a romantic sense, I can still be there for her as a friend."

"Which is why instead of helping her, you banged her sister."The male spun around and glared at the little girl, his eyes turning red. "That trick doesn't work on me."

"Begone!"Vraelen growled, this made the apperation of a little girl vanish, for now atleast. He continued walking for a bit, until he reached a clearing.

In the centre was the remains of a burned down house, a blemish on the beautiful forestry that surrounded it. Vraelen's heart hurt, he thought he'd be able to come back here without crying or feeeling sad, he'd also hoped that Sarmen didn't leave in such a hurry.

He wiped away any rogue tears and approached the wreckage, kneeling down, for some reason he started pushing away any burnt wood. His hands were stained with ash amd soot before he stopped. "Holy shit, Foxy!"

He picked up a plushie of a fennec fox, it was his childhood companion and he thought it had been destroyed in the...

He sighed before lightly smiling, it was still in good condition, sure there was a rip or two but a quick wash and trip to a tailor would fix it. Maybe he'd give it to Sarmen, he had intended to give it to him when he had found out his mother was pregnant all those years ago.

That's when he caught a whiff of something, blood. He could smell traces of Sarmen's scent mixed with the smell of blood. It was already dark, damnit.

He took of running, trying to dodge any roots or trees. He broke through the trees and skidded to a halt, his heart sinking. He was in a clearing that was beeing illuminated by the moonlight, Sarmen was on the ground, a gaping hole where his heart should've been. His right foot was gone and the stench of death hung in the air.

He rushed towards him, kneeling down and cradling his body, he put his fingers to Sarmen's neck, there was still a pulse.

Then where did the smell of blood come from?

Before he could ponder the thought, something slammed into his face and sent him flying, the fact he went through more trees was a clear indicator this person hit harder than Sarmen.

When he stopped, hitting a sturdy tree and falling onto his stomach, he tried rising to his feet. He could feel blood leaking down his face, proberbly a fractured skull.

"Ok, who's gonna die ton..."A lump formed in his throat as he stared at his attacker, with a long, silver hair that reached her back. Flawaless, pale skin that was illuminated by the moonlight.

"Mom?"He couldn't believe it, the last time he saw her she was holding her swollen belly, trying in vain to stop the bleeding from the knife wound whilst the light slowly faded from her eyes.

Her eyes, that was a dead giveaway, they were glased over like that of the dead... Necromancy!

He growled, his eyes glowing red as tendrils burst out of his back. Before he could attack her, he found her arm bursting through his torso, lightning cascading across her body. He coughed up blood, collapsing on his knees when he pulled out his arm. He could see the shadows creep towards him, covering his body and darkening his vision just as he lost consciousness.

When Vraelen woke up, he was alone. There was still a gaping hole going through his stomach. He looked to where Sarmen's body had been. It was gone, the grass was surrounded by dried blood, his foot was the only sign that he'd been here. He willed any blood that was around over to him, helping close his wound.

He was crying a bit, having his dead parent's used as puppets would actually make any normal person cry. "Looks a bit like karmic justice."

The vampire turnes to find a male staring at him, he beared a resemblance to some dude dude who kept wanting to interrogate him during the war. "Who the hell are you?"

"I don't know, have you killed so many people that the only thing you remember are faces?"He asked, raising a brow. "Maybe I and everyone exist because of some sort of guilt you possess over killing so many people?"

Vraelen scoffed, as if. "Doesn't matter now, gotta find Sarmen and kill whoever is controlling my parent's."He mumbled, a determined look on his face. His wound had finally healed.

That's when something caught his eye. On a not too inconspicuos tree, something was engraved on it. He went to take a closer look, narrowing his eyes. "Well then, so that's how it's gonna be?"

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Written by some_aspiring_writer