I promised a story long ago, here it is

[Trojianmaru]

Hey, The mistress helped me out a while back by getting my stories out off the destroyed RPG part of the realm and I promised to post em and I am a man of my word. So I shall be posting some of them.

I have 2 Vampire stories, 1 original and 1 story based on the computer game Final Fantasy VII so which one would you like to read a part of first?

Final Fantasy Earth (based on FFVII)

Embraccing The Darkness (vampire story)

Mercenery Vampir (Vampire story)

The Dream (original)

u ask and I'll post but you should know, I haven't finished any yet but there's enough for a first chapter at least

[Laurasia]

Hi Trojian.

"The Mistress", eh? I've never been called that before. LOL! Anyway, why not one of your original pieces..."The Dream".

Sincerely,
Laurasia

[Trojianmaru]

lmao, oh I belive you. Can't imagine you being called that before. ok, well I warn you, this one is preety short and preety lame and kinda dull. I'll try and write more soon but got like a major writer's block

blast, there at college, I'll post that one tommorow

[Trojianmaru]

The Dream
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Prologue
The lightning crashed against the sky, I looked down the deep dark hole and watched as thousands of winged demons began to rise out of the darkness. I drew my sword, the sword my father had given me so long ago, the sword blessed with both light and dark power. I began to walk slowly down the hole, to what I could only describe, as my end.

Chapter 1

I woke up in a puddle of sweat again, that dang dream! I had had the same dream for the past 2 weeks. You would think I would get used to it, but I never did. What were, those winged things, they were dang scary! I checked to see the time. 2:00? da**, I had ages left before anyone got up. I decided to surf the internet. They wouldn’t mind. I was just going on a gaming site when my computer told me I had a message.It was Tanya. “Had a bad dream again?” Tanya always knew when I had a bad dream; she was my friend from America and was also a Wiccan. “You have to ask?” I was glad she was online; I always enjoyed talking to her. “Not really, but I know it freaks you out when I just start talking to you without telling you how I know that you had a bad dream” It was true; sometimes her power freaked me out. But I tried not to let it show. Obviously I didn’t try hard enough. “Was it the hole again?” I was glad to be able to talk to her but it was still hard to talk about it “it is always the hole” I really didn’t mean to sound angry but I guess I was just tired “I know it is hard for you but these dreams will end” I read her message then responded with “is that before or after I loss my mind?” Just then I heard a noise. “Tanya, I will be right back. Heard a noise” as I walked to the door, her message flashed up “be careful” I opened the door.
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sorry It's not finished and is kinda lame

[Laurasia]

Hi Trojianmaru.

Oh I think that it's fine. Raw...but they always are in the beginning you know? You should continue with it, I think it was miving along just fine.

Sincerely,
Laurasia

[Trojianmaru]

lol, well it was one of my first, you should hear some of the other rubish I have written, lol. I'll post one of my fave next time

[Trojianmaru]

Mercenary Vampire

Prologue

Among mercenaries, there is one who is known as the greatest. If you want some one to break into a fortress, you call Solid Snake, if you want someone assassinated, you call the Jackal. If you want all these done properly, you call Bahamut. No one knows where he came from; many theories exist, each as ludicrous as the next, but non-came anywhere near the truth. I first meet him in Afghanistan, I was there digging up artefacts for the British government but had been caught for some religious crime. Pah! I had checked every religious text for Afghanistan, both major and minor and these artefacts where not religious. Unfortunately for them, they had angered some powerful people on their way. And at half-past twelve that night, they where going to pay the price. Chapter 1I awoke to the sound of gunfire and the smell of blood. "sh**! I can't touch him!" Him? One person was giving them so much trouble? I so wanted to see what was happening, but I couldn't as I had had a bag stuck over my head. I found myself thinking, "Who is this guy? They let me watch them practice with their rifles and they hit the target every time. This guy must be a Neo-wannabe or superman" and that made me scared. Maybe he'll let me go? Or maybe he won't want any witness. I was brought out of my thoughts as a grenade went off very close to where I was being kept, then I realized he must be coming for me, was he coming to rescue me, or to kill me. I didn't want to find out, I quickly started to wriggle, try and get the ropes off me. Wriggle. Wriggle, wriggle. Snap. My ropes came off. I quickly went about taking the bag off my head and checked my surroundings; I was in a five-by-five cell, with one exit. The cell door, which was solid as marble, my shoulder could vouch for that, had no noticeable keyhole, so I couldn't even try and pick the lock. The only thing I had going for me was that a) the firing was still going on, which meant that both sides of whatever battle was going on were too busy fighting each other, to bother with me, which suited me just fine, and b) they had left my rucksack in the same cell as me. They mustn't have counted on me getting free of my ropes. Quick equipment check. Passport, check. Torch, check. Mobile, check, but no signal. Pistol, missing. da**. I suppose it was too much too hope for, but at least I still had my pick hammer and knife. And my dynamite was still here; I had hid it just in case. But I had no lighter. Suddenly, silence. Not a sound. I hid next to the door with my pickaxe raised, and my knife in its sheath, hid behind my back. Loads of AK wielding Afghans couldn't beat him, but I was nothing if not determined. I was expecting maybe the door to slide open, or something. What I got was the door going flying across the room, and smashing into the wall at an incredible speed. Then "he" walked in. I knew right away there was something not right about him. For someone who had just had a huge fire fight, he looked incredibly calm and relaxed and also, there was no kind of gun anywhere on him. For a second I was distracted, then, I shut my eyes, and I swung. I felt the pickaxe stop, opened my eyes, and saw the pickaxe in this guy's hand. "That's impossi-" I never got to finish my statement as the pickaxe was yanked from my hand, and I was knocked unconscious.

[Brandybuck]

Oh, don't be so hard on yourself trojan, you are doing fine.

[Trojianmaru]

thanks Brandybuck, nice to have you back. hope everything is ok now

[Brandybuck]

Yeah, I am fine. Thanks for caring *hugs*

I have not written a lot recently, and I hope to change that very soon.

[Trojianmaru]

well I am sure it will be better than any of my stuff. btw, I might not be on that much right now since I originally came back to try and track down Lady Dark and to post my stories. but now that I know the Lady is alive (talked to her on msn) and is just busy with her new baby (veru very busy) I am no longer worried

[Brandybuck]

Understandable..just visit whenever you can.

I haven't exactly been on everyday myself. *winks*