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]

The gloomy day had its up and downs for Savlian. He finally had a lead in his multiple homicide case, and he uncovered the leader behind the recent drug smuggling rise in town. The downside to his day was that while he did have posters of the suspect’s description posted up all over town for most of the day, no one had yet to make a report. The Count’s refusal to let Savlian arrest Hlodir didn’t help either. In fact, it made Savlian suspicious. What he needed was more evidence, and he had the perfect way to incriminate Hlodir.

The Kvatch Barracks was located just to the southeast of the Count’s Castle, an impressive work of solid stone. In case of invasion, it was the primary defence of the castle. The multitude of murder holes and the varying levels of causeways would provide plenty of projectile fire while providing ample protection of the archers. The streets of Kvatch were specifically designed to wind past the Barracks in order to reach the Castle. It the Barracks was attacked, it also gave the Castle plenty of time to prepare itself. The Castle itself was built soundly for defence. Savlian admired the capabilities of the two structures, but his attention was needed at the Barracks.

The off-duty guards saluted Savlian as he passed by, asking him about the hopeful capture of the murderer plaguing them. Savlian waved them off, putting that problem aside for the moment. He proceeded down into the depths of the Barracks. To the dungeons. Walking down the spiral staircase, dampness began to become more apparent. While Savlian made sure the dungeons were sanitary, there was no way to avoid the dampness of being underground. He did insist on the relative darkness though, the spacing between the torches began to grow farther apart as he continued down, the pitch causing his nostrils to twitch.

He finally reached the bottom of the staircase and entered the dungeons. They glowed faintly in the torchlight, casting flickering shadows throughout the room. Savlian approached the cell where the Nord was detained. He found it empty. Brow furrowed, Savlian proceeded to the cell where Vadame was kept. Her cell was empty as well. Something odd had happened. He called over the attending guard.

“Yes, sir?” asked the guard, snapping a salute.

“Where are the two criminals I brought in for drug trafficking? They were a male Nord and a female Dunmer,” Savlian asked, examining the other cells just to make sure he hadn’t misplaced his convicts.

“Sir, the Count’s servant came with some of his personal guard. He told me they were taking the prisoners to be privately interrogated by the Count. He gave me this decree. It’s signed by the Count so I couldn’t refuse it,” the guard replied, handing the decree over to Savlian.

Savlian hastily read the decree. He then angrily crumpled it up and threw it to the floor.
“Something is going on here and I don’t like it one bit!” Savlian said angrily, frustration etched across his face. This was the second time that the Count had taken prisoners involved with the drug trafficking in town. A normal citizen would think that he was taking the fight against drugs personally, but Savlian knew better. The Count was keeping them away from Savlian. He knew that, but the Count wouldn’t admit to that. Now his only leads to incriminating Hlodir were gone. He would have to wait until he caught another drug dealer. Next time he would immediately get a description from them. He pitied the next one though; they were going to be quite sore once he was done with them. He thanked the guard and stormed out of the Barracks. It had been a long day and he was tired.

When Savlian arrived home, he practically collapsed onto his bed from exhaustion. He had the mind to take off his armour, else he wake up sore, and placed his sword beside his bed. Almost immediately did sleep take him.

A creak of a floorboard caused Savlian’s eyes to slide open. Seeing a black form in front of him, with an upraised fist sent Savlian’s instincts flying. Rapidly swinging his feet out of bed caught the form off-guard, catching the form in the ribs and with a bellow it collapsed. Savlian rose out of bed and grabbed his sword. He suddenly realized that there was more than one form inside his home, black forms surrounded him. The form below him tried to get up, but a swift kick to the face kept him on the floor, still and silent this time. Another form slid towards Savlian, striking out with a dagger. Savlian nimbly dodged the blow and dealt one of his own, felling his opponent. The forms, realizing the folly of attacking one at a time, began to close in on Savlian. Savlian kept them at bay as best as he could by swinging his sword widely. The assassins, only carrying short daggers, weren’t eager to risk injury to kill Savlian. Suddenly pain bloomed from Savlian’s shoulder. One of them had thrown their dagger and found a mark. The pain inhibited Savlian’s use of his arm.

The forms began to close in once more, encouraged by Savlian’s injury. Savlian knew his only option now was escape, but the door was blocked. The assassins had managed to place a heavy dresser in front of it. They had left the window open though. He had to get through the descending circle of death first. His hand gripped an unlit lantern he kept beside his bed. He threw it at the forms closest to the window, their arms raised up to protect their faces instinctively. Catching the break he needed, he bulled past the distracted forms, catching a few scratches from the other forms, and dived out the window onto the street. He looked back and saw the assassins clamouring out the window, but running off down the street away from Savlian. Looking down the street Savlian knew why. The torches of the town guard were racing towards his home, the commotion had obviously gotten attention from the neighbours.

“Sir, are you all right?” the closest guard asked.

“Yes, just a few minor injuries I think,” Savlian said, wincing as he tried rotating his injured shoulder. “There should be two of them in there, one dead, and another unconscious.”

Savlian sighed loudly as the guards broke down his door in order to get inside his home. Another guard approached him.

“Do you think that these guys are the assassins that have been killing our guys?” he asked hopefully.

Savlian sadly shook his head. “No, they were too sloppy to be the ones murdering our guys. They were sent for some other reason…” he said as a flicker of realization began to form.

The pieces instantly fell together as they dragged out the unconscious form of the Orc that had run from his drug bust at Vadame’s. He approached the guards carrying him.

“Wake him up,” Savlian demanded coldly.

After a few moments of smacking the Orc across the face, his eyes fluttered open. Confusion was plain over his face as he took in the scene before him.

“Who hired you to kill me?” Savlian asked as his voice took on an edge, “And don’t make me ask a second time, or else you’ll regret it.”

The Orc examined Savlian’s face for a brief moment and swallowed raggedly. “Hlodir…” he admitted.