Rikkan
"I now hold a craving for blood, but his blood is not worthy of my taste."
One single strike, across the right shoulder and through the chest, done with a long, slim blade. Answering the attack would be a rather low pitch call, no, cry of pure pain from an adult male. The man's blood flies into the air, seeming to levitate, to freeze in place as it is shed. These crimson drops of blood reflect in the pale brown eyes of a young male, not even of the adult age of 18, but merely being 16, a little ways off. The poor child's vision blurs by the oncoming tears forming. Another strike, to the left shoulder, slipping across opposite of the other, yet making an uneven X the crossing point being lower than it should, the top being the man's shoulder width. A cry of pain more shaking than the last is heard in reaction to the blade, sobs mixing with the calling of three words, 'Rikkan... Help... Me...' That is all.
"Now, to end your current suffering, dear brother." The man attacking says. His long, ink black hair flares behind him as he makes to the lunge involved with ending the man's life. The lunge falls in rhythm to having the blade sent through the man's heart, al the way until the blade's other edge appears through the man's back, severing his spinal cord, even his heart. With the final strike in which ends the man's life, the man's dark brown, almost black eyes widen to their full capacity, allowing the whites of his eyes well enough seen to contrast..
"Father.. Father.. FATHER!!! NOOOO!!" The boy with pale brown eyes screams, watching his father's death before his eyes, done by his own brother.. He pulls himself forward, placing his hands to his father's shoulders as his brother pulls the blade back, the blade glistening with the rich blood of his father. His hands keep to his father's slacked shoulders in order to not allow the tattered body from falling.
Tears stream along the boy's jawline, and off of his chin, falling, and mixing with his father's blood, he was gone and there was nothing he could do about it..
"How is it that you care about a man who never cared about you?" His brother asks, his ice-like tone reflecting a certain amount of curiosity.
"Father... You... Rave... Brother... How.. How could you?!" The boy says, first softly, broken speech, then strongly, although his spirits shattered. When his speaking comes to be stronger he turns fiercely from his father, allowing his hands to leave his shoulders, the tattered body falling behind him, against the back of his legs, for he was to his knees.
He laughs, coldly so. "That is just like you, Rikkan! This was the dirty end for a dirty man. But for you, dear brother I give a pain in which wil lead to your emotional and physical destruction." With that said, he rests his blade balanced against his tearstained brother's neck, slowly forcing him to rise to his feet.
"You, my dear pathetic brother, will be forced to kill in order to thrive, and suffer immensely with doing so, upon you, this is a curse, to me, it is a gift, enjoy, dear, little brother." He tilts his head forward, his lips barely brushing his brother's neck, parting and slowly allowing two, slim, white fangs to pierce his flesh, working to a certain jugular vein that lies within his neck, causing his brother's pale eyes to widen, yet give no resistance as he weakens. His brother's tears mix with blood that is from his hand, from the attacks.
Slowly, and most efficiently, he drains the blood from his dearest brother, waiting until the right moment to pull back releasing his dark embrace and positions his hand from his brother's jawline, slitting his blade along his wrist and raises his cut wrist to his brother's lips.
"Drink." He places his bleeding wrist firmly to his brother's lips now, dropping his sword and holding to the back of his neck, forcing his mouth open, forcing the blood to travel into his mouth, forcing the amount to grow steadily within his brother's mouth. His brother's tears comes to mix with the unaccepted blood as he waits, patiently so.
"Drink, or I die, little brother."
Tears stream along Rikkan's jawline as he slowly begins to accept his brother's blood, which was his own circulated through his system, even though he killed his father, he couldn't let his older brother die.
After a few, long treacherous moments pass with him accepting his brother's blood, the wrist is pulled back and he falls slack, immediately loosing his consciousness.
"So easy you are, dear brother. When you awaken, you will be as I am. Now, won't that be fun for you, my dear little brother?"
One single strike, across the right shoulder and through the chest, done with a long, slim blade. Answering the attack would be a rather low pitch call, no, cry of pure pain from an adult male. The man's blood flies into the air, seeming to levitate, to freeze in place as it is shed. These crimson drops of blood reflect in the pale brown eyes of a young male, not even of the adult age of 18, but merely being 16, a little ways off. The poor child's vision blurs by the oncoming tears forming. Another strike, to the left shoulder, slipping across opposite of the other, yet making an uneven X the crossing point being lower than it should, the top being the man's shoulder width. A cry of pain more shaking than the last is heard in reaction to the blade, sobs mixing with the calling of three words, 'Rikkan... Help... Me...' That is all.
"Now, to end your current suffering, dear brother." The man attacking says. His long, ink black hair flares behind him as he makes to the lunge involved with ending the man's life. The lunge falls in rhythm to having the blade sent through the man's heart, al the way until the blade's other edge appears through the man's back, severing his spinal cord, even his heart. With the final strike in which ends the man's life, the man's dark brown, almost black eyes widen to their full capacity, allowing the whites of his eyes well enough seen to contrast..
"Father.. Father.. FATHER!!! NOOOO!!" The boy with pale brown eyes screams, watching his father's death before his eyes, done by his own brother.. He pulls himself forward, placing his hands to his father's shoulders as his brother pulls the blade back, the blade glistening with the rich blood of his father. His hands keep to his father's slacked shoulders in order to not allow the tattered body from falling.
Tears stream along the boy's jawline, and off of his chin, falling, and mixing with his father's blood, he was gone and there was nothing he could do about it..
"How is it that you care about a man who never cared about you?" His brother asks, his ice-like tone reflecting a certain amount of curiosity.
"Father... You... Rave... Brother... How.. How could you?!" The boy says, first softly, broken speech, then strongly, although his spirits shattered. When his speaking comes to be stronger he turns fiercely from his father, allowing his hands to leave his shoulders, the tattered body falling behind him, against the back of his legs, for he was to his knees.
He laughs, coldly so. "That is just like you, Rikkan! This was the dirty end for a dirty man. But for you, dear brother I give a pain in which wil lead to your emotional and physical destruction." With that said, he rests his blade balanced against his tearstained brother's neck, slowly forcing him to rise to his feet.
"You, my dear pathetic brother, will be forced to kill in order to thrive, and suffer immensely with doing so, upon you, this is a curse, to me, it is a gift, enjoy, dear, little brother." He tilts his head forward, his lips barely brushing his brother's neck, parting and slowly allowing two, slim, white fangs to pierce his flesh, working to a certain jugular vein that lies within his neck, causing his brother's pale eyes to widen, yet give no resistance as he weakens. His brother's tears mix with blood that is from his hand, from the attacks.
Slowly, and most efficiently, he drains the blood from his dearest brother, waiting until the right moment to pull back releasing his dark embrace and positions his hand from his brother's jawline, slitting his blade along his wrist and raises his cut wrist to his brother's lips.
"Drink." He places his bleeding wrist firmly to his brother's lips now, dropping his sword and holding to the back of his neck, forcing his mouth open, forcing the blood to travel into his mouth, forcing the amount to grow steadily within his brother's mouth. His brother's tears comes to mix with the unaccepted blood as he waits, patiently so.
"Drink, or I die, little brother."
Tears stream along Rikkan's jawline as he slowly begins to accept his brother's blood, which was his own circulated through his system, even though he killed his father, he couldn't let his older brother die.
After a few, long treacherous moments pass with him accepting his brother's blood, the wrist is pulled back and he falls slack, immediately loosing his consciousness.
"So easy you are, dear brother. When you awaken, you will be as I am. Now, won't that be fun for you, my dear little brother?"
posted by Whisper at 2:32 PM
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Yes, it continues I have just been too lazy to add to it.
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