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 continue I shall. This update is yet again brought to you from work. Rainy Saturdays are soooo boring!


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Savlian followed the guard to the room where he left the witness. During the walk, Savlian pondered on just what this witness had to say. He wasn’t in the mood to be bothered with trivial suspicions, as they would interfere with the dangerous situation he found himself currently in. The town of Kvatch was becoming a nightmare for Savlian. Not only did he have some psychotic killer murdering his men, but also the ruler of the town was actually trying to kill him to cover-up his involvement with a massive drug operation. If this witness was just wasting his time, he was going to give them a piece of his mind.

The guard waved Savlian through the door into the armoury. At Savlian’s questioning look, the guard replied, “She asked for privacy. Next to the interrogation rooms, this is the next private place at this time of night.”

Savlian thanked the guard and told him to return to his duties. He watched the guard walk out of view before entering the armoury.

The room was pitched in darkness, excluding a flickering light of a torch at the far corner of the room. Savlian wove his way instinctively past stands of armour and weapon cases. As he approached the source of the light, Savlian saw the flickering silhouette of a woman. He rounded the crate of arrows and stood before the person holding the torch. She wore a simple grey cloak over modest clothing. Her dirty blonde hair was neatly tied behind her head, but the torchlight left her face shadowed.

“Evening, Ma’am. I’m Captain Savlian Matius. Are you the witness I’m supposed to meet?” he asked calmly. Sometimes witnesses were often distressed. It was understandable in this case; this lady could’ve possibly seen the killer murder someone. Death was hard to witness for some people.

The lady stepped forward, allowing the torchlight to hit her face, revealing the young Imperial woman he had talked with earlier that day. “Sorry to bother you this late at night, Captain, but I thought it was important enough,” she said apologetically.

“Don’t worry, I was up anyway. I’m sorry, but I don’t recall if I ever got your name from this afternoon.”

“It’s Bernise,” she said, extending her hand, which Savlian shook and greeted her once more.

“Now I know you wouldn’t come here asking for me unless it was serious. So what do you have to say to me?” Savlian asked, becoming serious.

Bernise stared intently into Savlian’s eyes, her own eyes glistening in the light. “My neighbour matches the posters you’ve been posting around town and tonight I saw him carrying a body out of his house,” she said, her voice mixed with shock and horror.

“How certain are you?” Savlian asked eagerly, his patience broken by the day’s events.

“His face is nearly identical to the picture on the posters, he has the same scar. I was watching him leave the house with the body from my own home. Though it was dark out, I’m quite sure I could make out the hands dangling behind his back. I think it was a Dunmer, but it was too dark to distinguish what race the body was.”

“So who is this neighbour of yours then?” Savlian asked.

“His name is Simion Mandrake,” she said shuddering, almost as if she was repulsed by the name now.

“Mandrake? The recluse?” Savlian asked.

“Yes, the one we were talking about earlier,” Bernise answered.

Savlian rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “It makes sense… Isolation is a sign of odd behaviour. Serial killers aren’t usually the most stable mentally, yet they exude stability to the public.”

Bernise’s eyes shown with understanding. “That’s exactly what he did to me. He lied straight to my face, with a sorry little smile on his face.”

Savlian looked at her confused. “What are you talking about?”

Bernise, looking embarrassed, replied, “Sorry. Earlier today, I heard yelling and some thumping coming from Mr Mandrake’s house. Later on I went to his home and asked him about it. He just acted embarrassed and said he cut himself on a broken lantern and threw a fit. It was after that that I found the posters and became suspicious.”

Savlian absorbed the information for a few moments before asking, “Around what time did you hear these noises?”

Bernise thought for a few seconds and answered, “Around midday, Captain.”

“Thanks you Bernise, you don’t believe how beneficial your report is. Do you have anything else to tell me?” Savlian asked, making sure he had gained all possible information. She shook her head no and he continued, “Well then, you best be off home. I’ll escort you home if you’d like.”

“No, that might draw suspicion if he happens to see me,” she said.

“Smart thinking. Just make sure you lock yourself up safely. If what you say is true, and I believe it is, then you are living next to a very dangerous man,” Savlian cautioned.

“What are you going to do about it though, Captain?” Bernise asked fearfully.

“I have a body to find,” Savlian replied grimly.