☨ Sign Up ☨ Join the RP ☨ OOC/Information ☨ Planning, Discussions and Announcements The Beginning of a Story The sun was beginning to set, bathing the large city of Norland in a warm golden light, bouncing off the large windows of tall skyscrapers and making the water of the river flowing through the city, out into the ocean sparkle as though a million stars had fallen and settled upon the surface. While some might consider this a beautiful view, all others could see were the shadows growling longer with the sinking of the sun. Lurking in these shadows, only a very few knew, were creators not of human kind. Will was one of them. Small and frail looking, what appeared to be a teenage boy was squatting in the corner of an alleyway. His eyes were a deep ruby red, wide and crazed. Scattered around his feet were the carcasses of four reds and and a cat, horribly disfigured and looking as though some beast had torn them apart. This could very much have been the case, seeing as Will’s fangs were dug deep into the wing of a dove, tearing at it wildly while clutching it’s body between his hands. The wing came off, blood gushed out, adding to the red stains already around his mouth and on his clothes. Spitting out the wing, he proceeded to sinking his sharp teeth into he raw flesh, blood continuing to pour down his chin and terribly scarred neck. A sudden noise from further down the alley way a moment later made him freeze up, the crazed look instantly replaced by utter fear. Someone was there, he could sense it. Now, he could see it- the dark shape of a human shape illuminated by the sun’s last rays. It was advancing, coming closer. The ghoul’s heart started beating rapidly, his eyes fixed on the human shape. He was in the shadows. Maybe they wouldn’t notice. Will sniffed. A human, it was a human. The sharp burning in his throat reminded him of that the rats, cat and bird had done next to nothing in order to quench the thirst. He could practically see the blood pulsing through the human approaching him, yet he kept himself tightly pressed against the wall. Burning. Pain. Hunger. Blood. Those were the only thoughts occupying his animalistic mind as he waited for the right moment to pounce. Everything happened too quickly for the ghoul to comprehend. Something metallic glinted in the sunlight. The next moment Will could feel a surging pain in his left leg. He had by reflex tried to dodge, but the bullet still found its target. Intense pain spread from his side, a sharp gasp of agony rolling from his lips. The silver was burning him, causing the faint smell of seared flesh to ooze out from the wound. Without thinking, Will flung the dead bird into the vampire investigators face, momentarily catching him off guard. That split second was the only thing Will needed to gather his strength, in spite of the agony, and scramble off. The injured ghoul ran for quite a while, not even bothering to clutch his side. The pain was nothing but an afterthought- fear of what was chasing him completely dominating every single one of his senses. Even so, the silver bullet made it impossible for the wound to heal and soon enough Will would be forced to face the consequences. Knowing that the vampire hunter couldn’t be far behind, Will dove into a more crowded street. Further panic rose within him. People. Countless of them. Everywhere. Blood. Blood. Flesh. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. No. The urgency of the situation made it possible for Will to ignore his instincts, the will to live winning over the need to ease the burning pain. Danger. Run. Hide. Yet despite his meager attempts of an inner monologue, the ghouls strength was quickly fading. The silver was taking his toll on him, slowly seeping the strength from his limps. He was panting, his strides becoming weaker and his mind even more clouded than it already was. He needed to find a hiding place, and that quickly. Emerging on the other side of the alleyway, Will found himself standing- no, at this point more like crouching before a bridge. Yet it was not a bridge he saw. The only thing will's mind could recognize, was the darkness beneath it. Darkness. That was where will belonged. The darkness was warm, it embraced and welcomed him. In fact, it was the closest thing to a home he had. While some feared it, for Will it was a safe haven. So he staggered across the grass, down and down the hill. He could hide under the bridge, no one would find him there. Yet Will's legs were shaking, barely able to keep him upright. Before long he lost footing. Right down the hill he went, the ground beneath him disappearing before he plunged into the water. Cold. It was cold and wet. Will didn't need to breathe, but feeling his lungs filling with water was unpleasant. It hurt. Will tried to spit it out, but it only cause more water to flood into his throat. He struggled, flailing around him wildly, yet it did little to better his situation. Fear. The only word Will would have needed to describe his situation. He was terrified. He couldn't comprehend what was going on- only knew what he felt. As such he was unable to analyze the situation, unable to find a way out of it. The blood staining him was coloring the water red. Red. Blood...I...Will couldn't feel his limbs anymore. His vision was swimming. Even if it wouldn't kill him, it was enough to throw him into a state of unconsciousness. His struggles ceased, his mind turning blank. The very last thing he remembered thinking, was one word he'd thought he had forgotten. Help...p-please...he-lp..