BloodTales!

Vampire Fued

The tale begins....

The earth was soiled with that of blood. This nights hunt was a good hunt he thought. Jackobson had been here before, never knowing what to do next. All he could do was walk away, filled with the blood of the prey. Fresh, hot, healthy, his minds eye began to glisten. As he walked towards his flat, he stopped,

"Been sloppy this evening." the voice came from behind, without turning he knew who it was. Jackobson's eyes turned red with despise and hatred. Only one word could escape his breath.

Longstrom. Claws extended before Jacobso knew what to do. Teeth bared, the fight was on.

Longstrom laughed as he skillfully tore the flesh of Jackobson. This only infuriated Jackobson, and reason to fight harder. Claws, blood, frenzy all the essentials of an animal fight.

The fight went on, as old wounds healed, new ones were torn fresh. It was a struggle for Jackobson to maintin his strength. Lonstrom the elder brother had always been the stronger of the pair, but not the wiser. A break in the fight gave Longstrom the advantage, Jackobson knew this and could do nothing to prevent it.

Londstrom, in one moment of time had Jackobson down on his back. As Jackobson looked up he saw fear in Longstroms eyes as the final blow was taken. With the fight over Longstrom binded his brother against a rock and took a seat across from him.

As Jackobson awoke the smell of blood was in the air. He was hungry, the fight had exhausted him. He tried to stand but found himself bound.

Longstrom looked up from his meal and smiled. "This night you shall be no more" Longstrom said. "I have hunted you for too many years, only to find you weak as these mortals that we sup upon." added Longstrom.

Jackobson looked at Longstrom with fear. "Ah how the tables have been turned, the hunter has become the hunted."Longstrom bellowed with laughter. "You that once banned me to the hell of the ocean, are now to become apart of the earth."

With that Longstrom left into the night.

As the sun slowly arose Jackobson was frightened. The light oh, the light how often that I have dreamed of it. The shadows ran, the night hid. As the light engulfed Jackobson a single tear was sheed. As it fell to the earth the sound of the morning filled the air. At the moment the tear hit the ground it was turned into dust.

In his flat across town, with a warm body to feed upon Longstrom looked towards the heaven and wept.

~Profett