Anti-Vampire Siege

Part1. The real person.

"Cerys, it sounds really sceathy to me."" Dolkio pointed at the torn map. "I think it will work."" Cerys relayed out the figures. "No. We can't force them to do this."' Dolkio insisted. "They will love to if they know it would help the village."" Then a gust of wind opened the wooden door. "It sounds perfect."' Alecleeth waited it front of the door. "Alecleeth tell him-what???"" Dolkio gasped. "Oh god help us."" She turned her face from them. Her brow hair fell to her shoulders. "Now, Dolkio calm down."' Alecleeth wanted to stop her from crying. "Cous' please don't be like that, it is for the best."" Cerys grumbled. "Fine you stubborn woman."' He pressed on his temples. "I thought you were the peace-maker. And that you could see thourgh your best instreses, to what truly matters."' He stopped long enough for Dolkio to blurted. "Well I thought you still cared for Malcuin, guess I was wrong. You and your retarded pride."" "What! I love that boy!"' Cerys stood-up. Dolkio glanced at him.

Her eyes were filled with determination. Now she look like a peace-maker, if you didn't agree with her you were in for trouble. Cerys knew her the best so he could handle her. " We promised to care for Malcuin, for Vennelle remember?"" Dolkio made a simple sad face. "He would want to, don't get in the way."' "What makes you think you know him?"' She thunder at him. "People!"' Alecleeth tried to make them stop. "Let me in!"" He boomed. Growing ever so much impaecetn. All the while Cerys growled "I know him better than you!'' "Yeah right.'' Dolkio scoffted. And tossed her silk-like hair. Trying to act like a mean diava. "You losted intressed when he didn't listen to you. You have always been so stubborn."' Dolkio picked at Cerys"s long wooden pipe. She waited for Cerys to reach for it like normal or to continue the shouting argument. There was a abnormal pause so she lit it. Smoke puffed it the cabin, they all basked it the fruity aura.

Cerys held his head low. Just thinking of what to say. Dolkio was so right, But she acts like I don't care at all and that's not true. Cerys's anger flared. It wasn't just family bickering. She hurt him to the bone. Striping away the reasons for his acts, that was behond anger it was white hot fury. This time bomb was ticking.
"please- '' Alecleeth stared. Thinking the fight simmered down enough then Cerys whispered "liar."' He clucnched his teeth tight. Not looking at anything. "What? Say that again Cerys I couldn't quite hear."" Dolkio brushed off his most hatful remark. "Well then! You should try to listen!"" "You simplely hate Malcuin because he doesn't want to be a writer. How dumd!"" she stopped to intake a sniff. Why is Cerys be so blind and, and just mean and more stubborn lately.
Cerys beathed deep. His face ached from burning. The sweet mist cooled the burn and anger. He declunched his fist, and struggled to gain his saniaty back. He looked at Dolkio.

She had a lead pose againest the chair, Dolkio looked sadly doped. He knew she disliked when her mom smoked, and blamed her death for it. She takes things to personally. What will she do to keep Malcuin away from the elders?
"You shouldn't do that . 'meber your mother?'' he combed his dark hair with his fingers.
She shook awake, and did a doulde take. "What did you say?"' "nothing just that""
He stopped when she puffed ugly pink smoke from her chapped lips. "No, stop that!'' he tried reaching over the long table, she shielded the pipe from his grasp. "What about my mom?'' Dolkio evily glared at him. "Can't I come in?"' Alecleeth was very detached. "\About the pipe."" Cerys nodded at it. "That in your hand.'' She glanced at it, then furrowed her brow.

"I -I didn't mean to offend your mom."" " you can't offend her if she's not here.."" dolkio's knowing eyes saw past him. To something in the far past. "but she lives in your heart, is that enough?'' Cerys noticed Alecleeth in the cold. I almost forgot about him. Alecleeth cape moved elagetly behind him. "Oh, Sorry Alecleeth.'' Dolkio waggled in her seat. "That old hag didn't care about me."" "that's not true she did too."" Cerys added to her train of thought. She turned around and glared. Don't push her over the edge. Cerys primitive instincs told him.

"You still have'nt invited me in.'' Alecleeth hissed. Cerys wanted to because he was the head of everything, but on the other hand not because he would run and protect Dolkio. "Are you ever going to let him in?'' Dolkio asked smoking the foul pipe. "Are you going to ever stop smoking that nasty thing? Any much more and you well die just like-.'' Cerys didn't know what came over him to say that, but he did.
Everyone's been tense since the new proclamation. Either way that must have hurt.
Dolkio didn't say anything, not a word, but she did turn around. Then before Cerys could in a defensive pose she launched it. She hurled the smoldering stick right at him. He knew not to use his hand to block with.
It would scar. So he used his shoulder.

It hit and dragged down his thankfully clothed arm all the while causing a gaping hole it appear with it. He got up and shook it off. Sending it falling down ward to the newly poished wood paneling. The red coal tumbled out. Using the tip of his boot he stomped in. His shirt had a hole with a red burning end. So he blue on it making it grow quietly then shortly after die.
He saw Dolkio didn't even care. It was pretty rude of her. "that's what you get."" Alecleeth still said from the opened door. Cerys wanted so bad to slam the door in his face. He thought again, then I would be kicked off the court, and Dolkio would Run away from him and go to Alecleeth. Fine I will let him in. Not right now after his Mean remark. "Sorry Dolkio"' short of "I have to see Marielle .'' Cerys said just to make an excuse.

If he left Dolkio couldn't let Alecleeth in. He walked over to Dolkio. He was afraid She might bite him or some bizziare like that, but he still wraped his arm around her shoulder and squeezed. He turn to the door and waited for Alecleeth to move away. Then practically speed off. Cerys looked back to see he was wrong, Alecleeth Stroded to her side, interwined there hands. Got on one knee and petted her head. Cerys reused turning away. No wonder Dolkio choced Alecleeth. He petted her kindly, kissed her lovingly, And he was utter perfect.
With a bitter loneliness Cerys Left wanting nothing more than to not see Dolkio Again, to bad he was right. He would never see her warm smile, her touchie hands, or her starry eyes. And he will forever regret it.

Part 2. the moon will only know the truth.
Cerys paused by the ally way. It didn't feel right. The street seemed odd like there was a foul smell that no one noticed. Then if on que, she screamed. It wasn't a shrill sound like most human women made it sounded like the person was drowning. He wanted to help, but he couldn't tell where it was coming from. As if he was in a never ending cave. He couldn't smell or hear the assault. It was just like it was only in his mind. I have been acting stage, but I know this is real. I can't just walk away. This responsibility is on my shoulders. He thought turning around. Maybe it is at the other corner. Ceyrs paced over there. His whole body told him the truth, it's at that creepy ally way leading to Keririck forest. His internal mind trembled. I'm a grown man, I can handle it. He told himself while he (despite his fears.) started in that direction. Then he wished he had no fear, and had broad shoulders, and a eerie presents like Alecleeth had.

He went in the ally way, but didn't touch the boxes or the boarded up holes. No matter how strong he thought he was he would never do that. Too many tales of decayed bodies, patched with random cloth. It was to late he remembered the newspaper article. His fears grew wilder, taking over his actions. His breaths deepened and he spirted to the closest side out, and that was the path to the forest.
I can - he thought at first that his breath caught. He saw the moonlit forest, the sky was a deep purple, promising thick rain. Thankfully no thunder roared the trees. It was so bright, sort of like it was beckoning him.

Then this keen sense smacked him in the face, the smell hit him. You know how when you pick up a dead and you get a small whiff of it. Like holding your recently dead sister. This was so wrong and big like nature twisting in on its self then mutating to a something brought back. He only smelled it he couldn't move, too sacred.
Then what sounded like trash cans tipping over, made pricks strike on his back, like a gaze of death. He didn't think, if he had he would have run into the woods, but him not being the smart one. Cerys turned.
"Marielle!'' he scouted his refer at her, and took her in his arms crying rivet of joy. "Ma-'' he sighed. Then coughed up the horrid stench, he held up hand and pushed her into the moonlit. it was to light. Was there a second full moon? He didn't care. He noticed she turned her back to him. Her cloths had torn holes, and mismatched patches everywhere. That's not what consented him.
"say you will try not to yell it still is me."" Marielle's voice dulled down. It sounded gragy or like an old witch.

"I won't yell, your still Marielle and."' She grunted and said "close your eyes.'' "Kay."" Cerys was a little boy again. He heard her shoes snaffle by him. I won't peek, he kept telling himself. He hadn't seen her face lately. "I haven't seen your pretty face and golden hair and..."' was she actually circling him? Am I food or something? He sieved. "keep going, I love to hear you babble."' The droned voice said behind him. He whipped behind, but didn't open his eyes. her fingernails paced him back. they seemed grotesquely sharp and long. "Umm... and I miss your clear sea water eyes, they are my home, my warmth in a snow storm. Seeing them keeps me sane."" He imaged her smile, everything about her. Why did he love Dolkio more than? He felt what was supposed to be a nice touch, that turned to overgrown nails and withered hands.

She held both his arms scarily. "Open your eyes now."" The sound mocked seduction. Maybe she's only sick. She never tried to force herself on me. Maybe she's testing me to see if I am worth marrying. "open."" She tapped on his chest. Cerys's eyes fluttered. He couldn't shriek. His mouth gasped open despite the nasty smell denigrating from her. Was it a her? What was the thing standing in front of him? Where was Marielle? He fell to has knees in the fear he was anticipating. A wave washed talling over him and froze him in the consuming fright. He waited for her and she waited for him.

He let one drop fall, Then one more and so on. His heart was wrenched from him. It was hard to breathe around the pain, the sore ache from being stripped away from what belong to him. He wasn't numb from the hole in his chest. He was numb form his surroundings.
Then he felt the little pressure that weighted down his arms. He was about to snap the hands in half. When she pulled him into her unclean dress. Then acting as its own, his hand pounded upward. Even though it clided with her jaw line, she still cradled him. Leaning her head on his. Her rag gated hair covered his face. A blood tinged tear fell to his cheek, down look up. He still had the fresh merores of her yellow eyes that where blood shot, and the horrid lips. "I am sorry my love, my stupidness ruined our lives."" her sob was whispering wind. "Tell my real Marielle I love her. When I wake from this life-like nightmare."" A deport sob caught her throat.

Her whole body shook. "I will spend my life finding her."" Cerys sighed. "this is a dream I know.'' When Marielle froze Cerys looked past her hair. A group of billowing capes stood not three feet away. Marielle got to her feet. No, he thought it must be Alecleeth. Many Alecleeths. Cerys stood not in fear, in defense for the real sweet Marielle. It doesn't matter either way, this is a Dream.
They didn't move at all. How many of them are there? "die freak of evil.'' One said. There voice wasn't nearly cold as there appear. Marielle hissed out her fury. "get back!'' her teeth shone in the light. When they didn't move she bared them more at the dark figures. "you must see, you can't live.'' Only the one that talked stepped forward. "I have to clean up my mistakes."" He added to silence her. She thought a moment. ''How can a handsome thing create me?''

She held her horrible hands to him. "well you see if I gave you blood back, than this whole thing can be resolved."" "Sypen.'' She stared "you can spend forever with me. Don't you want that?'' he reached her, and put white hands on her shoulders. It was a very ugly scene. Cerys was surprise that someone that looked royal can stand to flirt with a corpes. "don't you want forever with the man you love and long to be with?'' Sypen talked, but Marielle never responded. "I'm sorry we didn't do this the civil way, I was dying of hunger.'' "sypen you are truly evil, to the deep core. I know I shouldn't have helped you. You are evil increnate. I can't love evil that can't love at all.'' Marielle tilted head to see his reaction, she looked into the cape. "you can't even cry.'' It seemed like she was integrating him.

Peeking at his most enter mind. "I will not turn you into- back until you love me.'' His voice sound very mean. " than it looks like I die.'' She added. "I knew it would come, the darkness will always rule, but I will never give in to it I'm so sorry Cerys, I love you but I got greedy. I hated seeing you with Dolkio. You probably didn't even like her. You always have know her.'' She admitted shyly. "sypen you know I will never give in without a fight, right?'' "Yes, and I understand. I would to not give in.'' Cerys backed away, he could not watch Marielle die. "cerys Please don't go.'' Marielle eyes followed him.