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]

And here it is! Enjoy!

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Out of habit, about when the light would’ve hit Goldwine’s eyes did he wake. Finding that no light woke him, he cursed into his pillow. “Dammit! Even when there’s no sunlight, I still wake up!” Dragging himself out of bed, he stretched, bones in his back cracking audibly. Sighing, he trudged to his bathroom to relieve himself and freshen up for the day. As was the routine, a knocking was heard on the Count’s door.

“Sir, I’ll just leave your messages in front of the door,” the humble voice of Brixley called out.

“That’s much better,” Goldwine said to himself aloud as he splashed water against his face in the washbasin.

Goldwine emerged from his room in a fine purple tunic, complete with a red and purple cape, trimmed with gold along the edges. He felt regal today. “I almost wished I had a sceptre…” he said quietly, smiling to himself. He picked up the stack of notes on the table beside his door and began scanning through them. It looked like most of them were standard business for the Count, but then that dreaded report showed up in his hand. His smile vanished as he read it:

2 GUARDS SLAIN IN ALLEY. PROBABLE SUSPECT UNKNOWN AT TIME OF REPORT. LIKELY SERIAL KILLER PRIME SUSPECT.

Throwing the stack of messages across the hall in anger, Goldwine hollered, “Why can’t my guards do anything right!!!! I ask them to do the simple thing of catching one murderer, and they haven’t caught him yet! By the Divines! Don’t they know how this reflects on me! It looks like I have no control over my cursed town!” The Count was now stomping the ground and flailing his arms around, venting his frustrations and anger openly. Any servants, nearby that witnessed the display quickly ventured out of sight to avoid the Count’s wrath.

To the Count, his breakfast tasted bitter and the tea tasted sour. The gloomy, and rainy weather reflected his mood rather well. He did wish there was more thunder and lightning to compliment his anger though. A servant asked if he needed anything and he swiftly waved him off, frowning the whole time. Soon after that Brixley arrived.

“Would you like me to get any services done for you, sir?” he asked politely, avoiding eye contact.

“Get my disgrace of a Captain in here, immediately,” Goldwine said, restraining the anger welling inside him. Brixley bowed and exited his presence.


It seemed that immediately for Savlian was early afternoon. Much to the dismay of Goldwine’s servants, who had to suffer through his irritable mood for much of the day. They had no sympathy for the verbal lashing, and possibly more, that Goldwine was going to give to the Guard Captain.

When Savlian stood before the Count, it took Goldwine a second to realize that he was facing his Captain of the Guards. It looked as though he had been in a street brawl. His one eye was slightly swollen shut and had a sickly blue and purple tint to it. A corner of his lip was badly swollen and it had slightly cracked open as well, a trickle of blood running down the corner of his mouth proving such. His brown hair was matted to his forehead from the rain, but his face was flushed so some of it would likely be sweat as well. Goldwine also noticed a little blood on his hands.

“Where did that blood come from?” the Count inquired.

Savlian looked down, looking as if this was the first time he noticed he had blood on his hands. “Hmmm, I believe this was from retrieving my dagger from the shoulder of a criminal I ran into today.”

“Well it certainly looks like you had quite a day so far.”

Savlian grinned, “It has been a good day.”

“You call the death of two guards a good day!” the Count said heatedly, “How can you honestly call that a good day!”

The grin across Savlian’s face vanished. “Sorry sir, indeed my day started sadly, but since then the day has picked up. We now have a suspect. A witness has given us a description of our suspect and we’re posting the picture up across town as we speak,” Savlian said, eagerness and pride clearly evident in his voice.

“It is about time, Captain. Now I hope you get this monster soon.”

“We certainly will now, sir. We know who we’re looking for,” Savlian said and suddenly became very serious, “I have an inquiry to make, sir.”

“Yes?”

“I would like to arrest Hlodir on offences of drug trafficking.”

“On what evidence?” asked the Count, suddenly experiencing a feeling of anxiousness.

“I ran into a drug trafficking operation on my patrol. Upon questioning the criminals, they fingered Hlodir as the one dishing out the drugs. As he’s under your jurisdiction, I need your permission to invoke the law on him,” Savlian said matter-of-factly.

“Denied.”

“Why?” Savlian said, shocked.

“Insufficient evidence. They didn’t give you a last name, so it could potentially be another Hlodir, and given the credibility of a criminal, they could be lying,” said the Count, returning the matter-of-fact attitude.

Savlian stood silently, looking as if he had just been punched in the gut.

“Is that all, Captain?”

“Yes, sir,” Savlian said hollowly.

“Then pursue this murderer, I expect you to catch him any day now.”

“Yes, sir,” Savlian said, bowing and leaving the room.

The Count sighed audibly. This was terrible news! He had to get word to Hlodir to halt operations momentarily until the situation was fixed. If Savlian tried to investigate the drug trafficking, the trail could very well lead to him. He now realized how foolish it was to have Hlodir run the trafficking operation, but he was good at what he did. This slip up was dangerous though. The situation had to be fixed. Unfortunately for the good Captain. That would mean death.

Pouring a glass of wine, Goldwine toasted the air. “Here’s for your years of service, Savlian. Unfortunately they must end.”