Bloodlust, Written by a Fan Fiction Newbie Options

[The Metal Mallet]

Greetings, I have been a fairly longtime reader of the Fan Fiction section of these forums (back when it was still W4O) as a guest. I thought it was about time to get out of "veil" per se. Hopefully, this Fan Fic will be enjoyable for you guys as your fics have been enjoyed by me. Criticism is always appreciated. Anyways, here it is!


- Bloodlust -

The knife slashed through the man’s throat with ease, causing an eruption of blood to pour out the gaping tare. A shocked gurgle escapes the man’s lips as he begins to pale. The only warmth he feels is the body that is holding him up and the bodily fluid running down his chest. His eyes finally cloud over, still locked in their state of shock. The body is then silently lowered to the ground.

The killer stares down at his latest handiwork. What a rush! The sound of the blade tearing through skin and flesh, the sudden burst of blood spouting out the wound, even the sickly sweet scent of the man’s life force intoxicated him. He inhaled the scent deeply as he bent over to clean off his knife on the man’s shirt. This was just another stepping stone in order to prepare himself for his main goal.

Vengeance, he thought, I will have it soon. I just need to make sure my skills are up to par to get away with this. Hopefully this gets you quivering in those expensive boots of yours as well.

The figure cloaked in darkness exited the alley where he committed his crime, casually integrating with the night’s pedestrians. As he passed a homeless man and his fire barrel, he casually tossed his bloodstained gloves into the flames. An experienced killer will not leave any incriminating evidence. Fortunately he didn’t get any blood on his clothes this time.

After handing the homeless man some coins, he continued on. The journey home was uneventful after that. No one paid any attention to the moderately well-dressed man walking down the street. No one knew the chaotic thoughts running through his mind at the moment. No one knew the pain and suffering he has gone through to get this far, or the lengths to which he’ll go to achieve what he wants. All they see is an average man who prefers black colours and cloaks. No one would suspect he was the one behind the current string of murders that have been happening.

The killer arrived at his home, located in a quiet, peaceful part of Kvatch. As he hung up his cloak, he contemplated his next move. The best approach would be to wait a couple of days before initiating his next murder. There was no need to be hasty and become careless. The point was to get away with his mission in the end; suspicions must be avoided at all costs.

As he climbed into bed, his thoughts were still running through his actions of the night, reliving every beautifully bloody moment. He closed his eyes and knew what his dream was going to be. It has always been the same recently.

Sweet, bloody revenge.

This post has been edited by The Metal Mallet: Jun 19 2006, 05:52 AM

[The Metal Mallet]

Things will reveal themselves in time. For instance, this post will reveal something...


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An unknown presence snapped the killer’s eyes open immediately. A shadow in the corner of his eye flickered across the room, a flash of silver flying from the folds of wispy blackness. Instantly, the killer twisted his head as the throwing knife penetrated his pillow. He withdrew his knife in a swift motion and squared off before the shadow. Two burning red embers for eyes stared back at him. The shadows around the figure receded and a robed Dunmer calmly strode up to the killer.

“It’s good to see you still have your sense of awareness, Simion,” the Dunmer quietly stated as he strode past the killer to take a seat.

Simion kept a straight face, masking his shock, and followed the newcomer to a seat across from him. “I thought testing was only for trainees, Lavos,” Simion said as he took a seat. He still kept his knife at hand though, the initial shock of the attack still clung to him.

Lavos chuckled to himself. His red eyes glowed as he looked at Simion. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I had to get you back from the time you tried that on me.”

“You didn't come a long way just to break even with a little game we played a long time ago. What actually brings you here?” Simion asked, rubbing his finger along the side of his knife.

A serious tone suddenly came from Lavos, the previous mirth in his eyes had changed to a stern, penetrating burn. “We like to keep tabs on retired guild members. Back in Morrowind we heard word of a string of murders happening in Imperial Province, Kvatch to be more specific. Since you’re here, I thought I would see what you were up to,” Lavos said, inquiry reflecting in his eyes.

“I know full well that it is against guild policy to continue my profession after I’ve retired. I’m not a fool. I would be breaking the law, writs aren’t even issued in the Imperial Province. I came here because I needed to get away from the House Wars,” Simion calmly said, staring directly at Lavos.

“Well I’m glad you still remember the rules, you did teach them to me, so I shouldn’t have questioned you about it. I have been reading about these murders though. They seem to have your… flair,” Lavos said suspiciously, fixing him with a penetrating stare as if he was trying to pierce through Simion’s defences.

“Personally, I think it’s the Dark Brotherhood. Some rich outlaw wants to weaken Kvatch’s defences so they are hiring a Dark Brotherhood agent to assassinate guards. Makes sense does it not?” Simion replied. He knew all the tricks of the trade that the Morag Tong used for interrogation. Inside he was furious that they were observing him. After all he did for the guild! They get involved with his personal goals.

“Yes, the Brotherhood is likely the culprit to this, the guild just has to make certain of these things, that’s all Simion. I apologize again for the stupid stunt I tried there, I might’ve killed you if you haven’t kept up with your skills,” said Lavos.

“It was all instinct there, Lavos. I accept your apology all the same. Would you please leave me to my retirement though? If the Dark Brotherhood knew there was a former Morag Tong member living in their territory, I could become a potential target,” Simion said as he began to usher Lavos to the door.

As they reached the door, Lavos turned around. “We must keep in touch. The guild has missed you terribly, the stories have been less interesting without you there. Why don’t you come out of retirement? You’re still young, and it seems your technique won’t take long to refresh,” Lavos asked with a dash of hope mixed in with his voice.

“I’m sorry, the killing became to much for me. You saw what happened with my last contract, I almost killed you. I need to stay away from it, less that madness takes me over again,” Simion sadly said, “Goodbye, Lavos. I will try to write to the guild though, or at least to you.”

“Farewell,” Lavos said as he exited the house.

Simion slowly closed the door. If Lavos honestly thought he fooled him, he thought wrong. Lavos was going to be sticking around Kvatch now, snooping on him, and likely vying for information from the guards on the conditions of his murders. This was going to be another obstacle to overcome, he now must avoid suspicion from his former guild member. He knew that Lavos really thought he was the culprit, but Lavos’ loyalty to him gave knowledge to Simion that the guild was, indeed, suspicious of him.

He must die! If he suspects you, he must bleed!

It has only been a day since the last murder and yet the pulse inside his head was nearly driving him mad. It was alarming how quickly the pulse had returned. It threatened his very control over himself it seemed. He must achieve his vengeance soon, or else he would lose his mind to this chaos within his mind. Yet, with Lavos now watching from the shadows, he must be more wary…

He made up his mind; he was going to hunt tonight.