Post by Mercen Guilder on Jun 20, 2007 18:47:08 GMT -5
Mercen stood before what he called the gates of hell. His hat over his left eye, to prevent his scar from being shown. His fists were in a tight grip and his eyes were filled with hatred. He had his bow, arrows, and several different vampire killing weapons underneath his trenchcoat. He looked up at the blood red gates with a smirk, his destiny and family lied within, he wanted to end the vampire's reign of terror on the world, and thought this would be the place to start. He looked at the lock on the gate and began formulating a plan to get around it. He had not bought a lock picking kit yet, so he had to go with more conventional methods. He grabbed a loose brick in the stone wall and began to climb the ten foot wall. He soon fell to the ground, looking up at the mansion filled with vampires, which he hoped to rid of the world.
He moved to the cobblestone walkway, his boot clicking with every step. A bat could be heard screeching in the background. He readied his crossbow with a silver arrow as he stepped up on the first wooden step, a creaking noise made as his weight shifted. He finally made it to the oak door, which he gracefully kicked down and stepped in slowly. A vampire soon came from the stairway and looked at the man, uickly diving after him, before being shot with the arrow, and falling down dead, the silver being the weakness to most bloodthirsty creatures. He watched as the blood red eyes upon the grey skin grew lifeless eventually being comeplete dead. He kicked the body to the side and headed up the stairs, wanting to kill the man who drank the blood of his parents.
He moved to the cobblestone walkway, his boot clicking with every step. A bat could be heard screeching in the background. He readied his crossbow with a silver arrow as he stepped up on the first wooden step, a creaking noise made as his weight shifted. He finally made it to the oak door, which he gracefully kicked down and stepped in slowly. A vampire soon came from the stairway and looked at the man, uickly diving after him, before being shot with the arrow, and falling down dead, the silver being the weakness to most bloodthirsty creatures. He watched as the blood red eyes upon the grey skin grew lifeless eventually being comeplete dead. He kicked the body to the side and headed up the stairs, wanting to kill the man who drank the blood of his parents.
