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Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: I...I


"I dont know... I'm...so...confused..."

Posted on 2009-01-18 at 03:40:53.

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Shocking


Travis had no idea how to answer. He was surpised she even knew it was him.

"I...I..." He was at a lost for words. He read the E-mail several more times to himself...and was still confused.

Posted on 2009-01-18 at 03:37:58.

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Mail?


Travis just looked at her. Puzzled.


Travis read the mail aloud...not exactly the best idea.


"Dear Mr. Carter.

I have been watching you and your friends. I understand you recently disposed of Dominic. I am glad you have finally exacted revenge on the likes of him. I will not ramble on, as I know you and your friends are busy people. My head proffesor Dr. Cauldwell has informed me of some interesting records you posess that pertain to our reaserch, and my informants tell me you have experience some odd things in the past hour. Of course, being the nice man I am, I cannot let you simply suffer. As I am a caring individual I will open my arms to you. I have records here that happen to explain you...issues...and I must say some of the side effects are rather...unpleasant. I would hate for you to endanger your friends lives..the lives of those you love.

Naturally, you are confused by this. I have the information you seek about your past...a past do not know all about. However, I cannot share such information in a public way. There are many...hostile people that would enjoy the chance to cut you open and poke at your inards. I wont have that. You can consider me a friend I suppose. I simply want to reveal the secrets fo your past, ease your pain, and in return I ask something so simple. All I require is a blood sample from you, a simgle drop will do adequatley. I will let you think about your choices for some time, but after three days, I will no longer be so passive. I have resources that would boggle your mind, and I can easily harvest any stary drop of blood you might be leaving around. I hope you see things my way, and I wish you a pleasnt evening.

Sincerley, The Director"



Posted on 2009-01-18 at 03:33:54.
Edited on 2009-01-18 at 03:35:36 by Babaloo

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: No


"No he didnt...he never even got close to me, and I can assure you I've never been bitten in my life. All of this dosnt matter to me right now, I just want to get back to looking like myself before Rose sees me."

Seths computer pingged...that meant he had recieved and E-mail. He looked at the title.

"To Mr. Travis Carter-Classified"


Posted on 2009-01-18 at 03:11:28.
Edited on 2009-01-18 at 03:13:00 by Babaloo

Topic: Mysterious Absence
Subject: Well


Here is where I say my goodbye. I will be highly inactive over possibly the next several months. Expect at least five to six months of slow or almost non-existant activity from me.

Emy, Vampiria and Bezmir, I give you full control of my character if I'm gone so long its hindering the game.

Guys who are trying to join my game...so long. Sorry I t had to die so fast.

Posted on 2009-01-18 at 00:04:58.

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Alright


Travis scratched his head. "This will come as a surprise from ou Seth...and I hope you don't think of me any differently now, but I'm a vampire...Rose wanted me to be one, so she bit me...and here I am."

Seth looked shocked.

"I was...hungry earlier, like I said, so I went out to...eat...I found a military soldier and I took him in to feed from...but before that...I turned invisible. Vampires don't turn invisible Seth! That's not supposed to happen. But thats not all, after I fed off him I started seeing his memories, then I...changed to look like him. Thats not suppose to happne either. I mean I understand changing appearence through magic...but spontaneously...Afte that I got a horible headeache, and I kpe whiting out and hearing voices. Thats when I came back here."

The two of them looked flabergasted.

"Can you guys think og whats going on...I've been studying Vampires for years and there is no explanation to this!"

Posted on 2009-01-17 at 23:59:41.

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Uhhhh...uhhhh


"Okay. My son's name is Derric, I'm a crazy suicidal self proclaimed hero, I'm in love with a vampire named Rose, your name is Seth, her name is Max and that pistol was a gift from me after I killed the Lycan Dominic...is that enough?"

Posted on 2009-01-17 at 20:26:35.

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Uh...Uh...


"Max..." he didnt sound like himself either, "I know this is going to be...really...odd...but it's me...Travis. I don't know what happened, I need you to figure it out for me...or at least try."

He knew that sounded stupid. It made no sense, and he wouldnt be surprised if he had a gunbarrel staring him in the face in a few seconds.

Posted on 2009-01-17 at 07:33:23.
Edited on 2009-01-17 at 07:38:47 by Babaloo

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!


His head...it hurt...it felt like he was being bluggeoned with a hammer. What was wrong with him. Why was he like this. He held his unfamiliar face with his new hands. The searing hot headache rolled across his mind once again. He was crounched inside the empty store he had saw his new self at. His mind was throbbing and at intervals all he could see was flashes of white. Bright lights overhead.

He stood up and pounded his fist on the counter. The wood crakced in half and the counter fell out. He crushed a chair, broke a window, and kicked in several doors before the headache subsided.

He had to get back to HQ, have Max tell him what was wrong. He had to go now. He ran, as fast as he could. When he broke intot he door, they glared at him like he was an unwanted stranger. Then he realized he didnt look like Travis, he looked like a small military soldier in Travis' clothes. No doubt a military human in an old vampires clothes would look bad. Travis began to wonder if this was the best descion on his part.

Posted on 2009-01-17 at 07:16:34.
Edited on 2009-01-17 at 07:20:37 by Babaloo

Topic: Ricky
Subject: Ricky


'Ricky do this, Ricky do that!'

He though about all the orders his parents always flung at him. They were so lazy. He had to take out the trash, feed the dogs, mow the lawn, vacuum, dust, clean the toilet, do the dishes, water the plants, and trim the hedges all in one week. Most of those he had to more than once a week.

"Stupid parents. I wish I was at school." he groveled to himself, shoving his face in a pillow and holding back a cry of frustration. 'At least my friends will remember my birthday tomorrow.' He was excited about the first day of school. He always got to see his friends again. It got boring being at home listening to his mothers incessant nagging and his father’s gruff shouts. At least he could relax and his friends would celebrate his birthday.

"RICKY! GET DOWN STAIRS AND CLEAN UP THIS MESS NOW!"

Her voice was shriller than a Harpy's. He got up slowly and brooded all the way down the stairs, cussing under his breath at her. 'Why is it that this only happens when I'm almost about to relax' he thought.

He moved into the kitchen and saw a cup sitting on the breakfast table. His mother was, as usually, standing next to it with her hand on her one hip and one hand pointed at him. He moved reluctantly and shuffled over to the lone cup. Picking it up gingerly as his mom screamed at him, he thought of school. At least his teachers were better than this.

-"Have no respect young man! Are you listening to me? That's it, no more Wii for you. Go take a shower and go to bed! I can't believe you; you don't even care what I'm saying. I'm sick of dealing with this crap, you disrespect me so much and you know it. It's like you want to hurt me!"

Ricky paid no attention to her. He simply moved back upstairs as slowly as he had came. He stopped listening at "no more Wii for you". His room was blank looking. A Transformers poster on the far wall, a massive closet with nothing but dirty clothes in it, and a bed that was far to old to sleep on. Angrily, he threw open his drawers and removed the necessary clothing for sleep. He had taken a shower that morning, so he refused to be redundant. Slipping on his pajamas he slid under the covers. The broken spring in his mattress poked his backside, and it took him several hours to properly fall to sleep.

The morning sun was no irritant to Ricky. His shutters were always closed. No, instead of having the pleasant face of the sun peak through his window and lick his face every morning like most kids did, he awoke to none other than his mother standing in the doorway at 5:30 every morning. As always her hand was on her hip and she was eyeing him with disgust.

"This room is a pigsty, I raised you better than this. You'd better clean it up when you get home." She huffed away, walking out the door to work. She was a school bus driver, and unluckily enough...she was Ricky's school bus driver. He looked around at his filthy room. Some Wii remotes were lying in front of his TV, and an Entertainment Weekly was open near the closet.

'Horrible isn't it.' he thought to himself. He almost fell down the stairs because he was to tired to focus on the steps. When he reached the kitchen counter, where his meager lunch money lay every two weeks, he found a note.

"Ricky,

If you think you're going to use the computer this morning, think again. I told you were grounded last night. Don't try and get on, I shut it off and the password has been changed.

Love, Mom"

"Who tells their kid they don’t trust him to use the computer and ends it with the word 'love'"...he said aloud. He slumped into the chair and flipped on the TV. An old re-run of Sponge-bob was brightly churning on the screen. He enjoyed this show, if not only for its colorful art, which kept his eyes from closing. He didn’t have to go to the bus stop yet, school didn’t start until 8:00, and so he had three hours to waste watching Sponge-bob and Patrick getting into trouble.

When the time came to leave, he threw on his heaviest coat and moved reluctantly outside. The cold handle of his trumpet case bit his hand when the wind caught it. The bus stop was visible from his house, considering it was two houses away. He sat down next to the fence that blocked off the old park...first as always.

When his friends arrived, they were in feverish conversation.

"What’s going on?" he asked.

"You wouldn’t understand, we're talking about when all of us...well almost all of us...came over to my house over break, we had so much fun. Sorry you couldn’t be there Rick."

Rick nodded and turned away, watching his breath steam out of mouth. He had been grounded all break for his C+ in Math, which was his worst subject anyway.

The bus pulled up and his mom stared at him through the doors. When they opened she said just loud enough for everyone to hear, "Did you brush your teeth and put deodorant on, I know you forget to all the time."

"Yes mom…" he was used to it. And of course the laugher it drew from the "cool" kids.

At school, his friends never mentioned his birthday, even though they knew full well it was that day. They just kept talking about the party they had had. Ricky was feeling more and more isolated.

The teacher screamed at him in math class, he got yelled at in P.E. for not wanting to play, he was scolded in English because he couldn’t use a semi colon properly, his band teacher complained about how he was hitting all the wrong notes at the right times, and his science and social studies teachers were mad because he was late. Of course he wouldn’t have been late is Jimmy Harper hadn’t hidden his backpack and his trumpet.

Jimmy Harper…Jimmy Harper was the cruelest kid in school. He did drugs, drank profusely, and was involved in several local gangs. Worst of all he hated Ricky. They had been worst enemies since third grade, and ever since then, Jimmy had done all that was in his power to hinder Ricky’s life process and make very last waking moment horrible for his victim. Of course Jimmy wasn’t exclusive to Ricky, Jimmy preyed on freshman in particular. He hated freshmen. He would set out contracts on freshman he didn’t like and then beat them into a pulp if they refused to submit. Luckily Jimmy wouldn’t lay a hand on Ricky, because everyone knew the two hated each other. It was too obvious.

Ricky didn’t ride the bus home, thank God for that. He got a ride from one of his friend’s fathers. Gerrod Applebee was Ricky’s best friend, but lately the two had seemed so distanced. Gerrod’s dad has just recently been released from prison, so Ricky’s mom was reluctant to allow him to drive Ricky home. It was the only arrangement though, as the buses didn’t stop in that area in the afternoon. Gerrod had been influenced by his father, and wanted to be a gang member like him. Gerrod had gotten active with the rival gang of Jimmy Harper, and his father had no idea about it.

Ricky always feared for Gerrod’s life, but Gerrod seemed not to care.

They pulled up to a stoplight and that’s when it happened. The glass shattered and Ricky saw blood splatter on the seat in front of him. He saw Gerrod slump over and Ricky felt cold. He blacked out.


When he woke up, or at least when he was in a right state of mind, he was sitting on a church pew. The casket was open, and the boy inside wore a suit just like Ricky’s. Only Ricky’s was white. Bright white. Ricky felt like crying, this couldn’t be. He looked around. His mother and father were sitting in the front row, as were Gerrod’s mother and father.

‘Why did Gerrod have to die like this?’ Ricky though to himself.

He overheard some of the adults talking. It was Gerrod’s mother and father.

“Poor Gerrod…he…he was…was…so upset…he refused to…to…to…come” Gerrod’s mother was sobbing so hard her speech was almost indecipherable.
Ricky stood up, confused. Who had died? No one noticed him get up, they were all sobbing atrociously. He peered into the casket and saw his own face staring back at him.







GET THE MESSAGE CHILDREN!


Give me your thoughs..thanx!

Posted on 2009-01-17 at 06:30:37.
Edited on 2009-08-20 at 03:10:41 by Babaloo

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Not supposed to happen.


The night air was cold. Travis felt odd, still wide awake...but sleepy. In his stomach he felt a growl that was much stranger than any he had experienced before. His throat was dry, and his stomach was churning. He did'nt know whether he was hungry or thirsty. He hid his eye color, and changed his skin tone. He was oddly pale now...one of the things he did'nt really care for.

He moved along the street with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, wondering the best approach to take on his prey. He had never though of of an attack like this. He refused to kill the creature, only take what he needed and leave. It was so...wrong... He did'nt like this one aspect of being a vampire..the one aspect that made everyone hate vampires. It made him hate himself too, then he though about it. Was it any different then eating meat...or greens. He wasnt really harming anyone, and if he did kill them, all he need do is return his own blood to them and they would rise again. Although this was dangerous in the wrong hands, many new vampires were unstable. He himself was suprised at how calm he was.

Several battered people walked by, weakly smiling as he passed. He was still dressed in a military outfit. He ducked into a side alley, and though hard about changing his clothes....nothing happened.
'I guess that dosnt work then...'

He though about being stealthy...still nothing happened, though he felt a quick strain in his body, and he was slightly tired. He walked out back onto the street, and found that the people passing him did'nt take notice of him...it was as if he was...INVISIBLE! He looked down and saw nothing of himself.

Odd...he had never heard stories of invisible vampires. Things like this did'nt happen. Something was wrong...off... He went with it anyway, regardless of the odd circumstances. He ducked into an alley way and saw a military officer stroll by...gun in hand. He hated the human military. They were useless. Although their race was dying out, they did nothing to stop the war. They only patrolled their cities. Waste of time. He reached out and pulled the man into the alley, muffling a scream and diving into his jugular.

When the man dropped, he was unconcious, but still quite alive. Travis felt odd...then his brain went haywire. He saw flashes from the soldiers memory, and he saw his own face from the soldiers eyes.

"Now that...I know that never happens to vampires." He said it out loud.

He was full though...at least he had solved that problem. He looked down and saw that he could see his hands. They were...different though. He looked at his legs...different as well. He had the same clothes on, but they were oversized. He felt shorter...weaker...but still a vampire. He stepped out into the street and strolled down...getting odd looks from civilains passing him. When he came a cross a shop window, he glanced into it. He looked just like the guard he had fed off of.

"Now thats not supposed to happen." He was terrified.

Posted on 2009-01-17 at 05:04:14.
Edited on 2009-01-17 at 05:08:11 by Babaloo

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: It may be urgent but...


"This may be a bit urgent, but we need rest before we act on this. I don't know about you two, but I'm going to sleep. Don't expect me up until morning."

Oddly, Travis' eyes flahed red. He could tell they were red...weird. He scrambled to hide it from Seth, but he though Seth caught a glimpse.

"Im hungry...Im gonna grab a bite...to eat and turn in."

Posted on 2009-01-15 at 06:00:00.
Edited on 2009-01-15 at 06:00:39 by Babaloo

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: THE PAPER!


"Wait! All paper has a 'code' on it that is created by a specific printer. In otherwords, in very small ink...smaller than thn the eye can see, printers type the serial number of the printer used. If we can find that number, we can track that printer and find out where it was shipped!"

Posted on 2009-01-15 at 05:53:36.
Edited on 2009-01-15 at 05:56:11 by Babaloo

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: This game is getting crazy good....


"They are getting these shipements of Vampire blood from somewhere, and your family was feircly loyal to the Vampires, it couldnt be from them, besides...your ther only one left. All I know is this is dated several months ago. What also confuses me is why Dominic would carry such a sensative document around with him, unless he wanted us to find it...which makes no sense..."

Posted on 2009-01-15 at 05:48:34.
Edited on 2009-01-15 at 05:49:31 by Babaloo

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Good God


"I think they are already on the road to a perfect specimin...this report is dated several months ago. They could be breeding an army of these things and we dont even know where. Its not likley that an entire lab facility would be hidden anywhere near the office that Cauldwell works in, its not practical. Labs need a water supply, good environmental locations, and a steady climate. No where in the city rings a bell for that..."


"It mean, Seth, that these sick freaks are combining Vampires and Lycans to create a super soilder. If they put that kind of power togtehr and succeded...we could all be done for. I'm not even sure they know what they are getting into."

Posted on 2009-01-15 at 05:44:09.
Edited on 2009-01-15 at 05:45:14 by Babaloo

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Lets go...


"Go...fast as you can, I'll rea to you and Seth...NOW!"

They both sped off to HQ, tearing into Seths office so quickly it rattled several of the guns on the wall.

Before Seth could respond he began to read.

"Lab Officers Log: 4/18/10

Shipment of Vampire blood arrived today at central facility eight. As I mentioned in my last report, all previous attempts to mix the two specimins and implant them into a subject have failed. This new batch could prove useful. We have located a bond that could be used to cause to the two specmins to fuse much more...cohesivley, then past attempts. As you are aware Mr. Director, Lycan Blood and Vampire Blood do not mix well, but we believe we have isolated the chemical reaction that occurs when the two contact, and we can negate it so the two can be implanted into the specimins more freely. Testing will begin in several hours, and we hope to have a hybrid ready in several months. I assure you Mr. Director, that we are trying our hardest to speed up the process of the project, but creating Vampire/Lycan Hybrids is no simple task. I leave you with best wishes and my promise that our reaserch will be complete at your next visit.

Dr. Maxamilion Cauldwell"

Posted on 2009-01-15 at 05:36:44.
Edited on 2009-01-15 at 05:41:06 by Babaloo

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Wait


Before he was about to take off, he smelt something..it smelt like the office he used to work in, but a bit more sterile. He followed his nose to the scent and found it was coming from the corpse of Dominic, still lying headless on the ground. He picking through a jacket pocket...nothing. Then he tore off Dominics gloves...a folded peice of paper was inside them...he read it..and gasped. As fast as he could go...he ran after Rose.

News like this could not wait.

Posted on 2009-01-15 at 05:29:19.

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Shall we race


"Lets get backt o HQ...fast as we can go...its getting late, and I'm tired."

He rubbed his lips and looked at Rose playfully.

Posted on 2009-01-15 at 05:25:07.

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Nah...


"I like me just the way I am..."

He still looked 40, but he felt 17. He felt like jumping, throwing random things, running faster than he ever had...but he knew he had to keep this a secret from Seth and Derric...mostly Derric, but he figured his secret wouldnt last long...at least not with his son. If Vampires would smell Lycans...then Lycans could smell Vampires. However it was an interesting concept to see how long he could fool Seth.

Posted on 2009-01-15 at 05:23:02.

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Remember


"I would never want to forget..."

He hugged her..more tightly then he had even hugged his son. He held her at arms leght at look at her again. She was so much richer with color...it was odd...the world was so much..clearer. He was thinking clearer, he flet like he was young again...

Posted on 2009-01-15 at 05:18:38.

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: His eyes


His eyes were still Hazel...but they were brighter. He looked at Rose and saw her more clearly then he evr had. It was like the world in High Definition. She wasnt so pale anymore...something about his eyes darkened her skin tone ever so slightly.

New smells scremed into his nose...into his mind. They were overwhelming. He panicked trying to comprehend them all...then he sorted them out. He identified every single one...although some he had never smelt before.

He smelt the trail of their friends...his son...his son smelt so strong...but it was a strange smell. Not sweet, not sour...just neutral...but so clear. It was indescribabale.

Posted on 2009-01-15 at 05:15:19.

Topic: Mysterious Absence
Subject: Mysterious Absence


Guys, If I dissapear for long periods of time...like months...I'm sorry. Emybear...sorry, just treat my guy like an NPC I suppose. Guys who were interested in my game...its gonna be on hold till I come back...irs labor intensive for me, and I have to make sure I have time to devote.

Sorry guys. I might not geta chance to formally say goodbye, so heres the heads up.

Posted on 2009-01-15 at 05:12:22.

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: Whats happeneing


Travis wasnt sure if it was pain...maybe is was happiness...or sadness. But it was warm and he felt it in his mouth. It didnt feel like anything solid...more like an emotion...

Posted on 2009-01-15 at 05:09:50.

Topic: What is Real?
Subject: ADMIRAL


PURE GENIUS....

Its true...words ahev different connotations to everyone...different denotations as well. Until we directly place images and thoughs and feelings into the midsn of others, I dont think anyone will ever understand what anyone else is talking about.

I know I broke my pleadge of silence on this thread...but that was sycha good comment...amazind Admiral...hats off to you.

Posted on 2009-01-15 at 05:08:51.

Topic: Guns and Fangs
Subject: ....


His eyes shot open...and he slowly went limp.

Posted on 2009-01-15 at 05:04:38.

 


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