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Castlevania: Nocturne of Sorrow

It had been late one dark stormy night. The thunder clapped loudly while lightning flashed across the sky. Rain poured down hard as the wind howled like an angered wolf on the prowl. A black portal opened up, and through it a young elven woman had been sent through, landing face down upon the cold ground. She stood up, shivering a bit. The woman wore her black cloak around her small frame with the hood up, which concealed her nose and mouth as well. Making her way forward, she headed straight for what she noticed looked like a large stone wall. As she made her way through, she shivered and coughed, feeling rather warm. The woman was then attacked by a large pack of rabid werewolves from behind. She cried out in fear, barely able to fight them off in her current state.

Just then, a dark shadow began to make its way towards the commotion, as if to go after its prey. It moved swiftly, fighting the creatures back. Some of them had gone after it, but it had proved itself too strong. Several moments passed as the battle had ended, leaving several dead while the rest of the lupine creatures to disperse. 'Foolish dogs, how dare they attack such an innocent creature.' he thought with a slight frown. The elvish woman had been lying upon the ground, blood spilling heavily from her wounds. Moving quickly, the figure picked her up and carried her to the castle.

Once inside, the figure laid the elven woman in a bed within a guest room to rest. He went to work, tending to her wounds. As he began the treatment, he did his best to ignore the strong scent. However, it seemed the young man had a difficult time doing so. He had long white hair that went a few inches past his shoulders, yellow eyes and pale skin unlike a normal human. Alucard reached his hands around the back of the woman's dress to unclasp it, removing just the upper part. He noticed the rather large gash that went down vertically several inches across her chest, which had ran rather deep. Grabbing a clean cloth, he had it dipped in some herbal medicine. 'N-No, dang it!' The scent had become much stronger, making it much more difficult to resist. Alucard's eyes turned to a deep crimson red, leaning in close to the wound where the blood spilled from it. As if out of instinct, he sunk his fangs into her flesh and started to feed. Thump, thump, thump... The only sound he heard was the loud, slightly fast beat of her heart in his ears. Moments passed as he removed his fangs from the wound. He had left a few bite marks that made it seem worse, still bleeding like before. He noticed she had been rather pale and weak. Alucard picked up the cloth he had used earlier, cleaning the rest of her injuries and then bandaging them up. "Forgive me, My Lady." he whispered as he tucked her in, taking a seat by the bed. Alucard remained there for the remainder of the night and kept watch.

She had awoke as her eyes opened, breathing heavily as if something had jolted her from her sleep. Glancing down, the elven woman noticed her wounds had been bandaged. She leaned back with her head on the pillow and closed her eyes in an attempt to rest.

To be continued.... (Will work on the rest later.)

Castlevania: Nocturne of Sorrow

It had been late one dark stormy night. The thunder clapped loudly while lightning flashed across the sky. Rain poured down hard as the wind howled like an angered wolf on the prowl. A black portal opened up, and through it a young elven woman had been sent through, landing face down upon the cold ground. She stood up, shivering a bit. The woman wore her black cloak around her small frame with the hood up, which concealed her nose and mouth as well. Making her way forward, she headed straight for what she noticed looked like a large stone wall. As she made her way through, she shivered and coughed, feeling rather warm. The woman was then attacked by a large pack of rabid werewolves from behind. She cried out in fear, barely able to fight them off in her current state.

Just then, a dark shadow began to make its way towards the commotion, as if to go after its prey. It moved swiftly, fighting the creatures back. Some of them had gone after it, but it had proved itself too strong. Several moments passed as the battle had ended, leaving several dead while the rest of the lupine creatures to disperse. 'Foolish dogs, how dare they attack such an innocent creature.' he thought with a slight frown. The elvish woman had been lying upon the ground, blood spilling heavily from her wounds. Moving quickly, the figure picked her up and carried her to the castle.

Once inside, the figure laid the elven woman in a bed within a guest room to rest. He went to work, tending to her wounds. As he began the treatment, he did his best to ignore the strong scent of blood. However, it seemed the young man had a difficult time doing so. He had long white hair that went a few inches past his shoulders, yellow eyes and pale skin unlike a normal human. Alucard reached his hands around the back of the woman's dress to unclasp it, removing just the upper part. He noticed the rather large gash that went down vertically several inches across her chest, which had ran rather deep. Grabbing a clean cloth, he had it dipped in some herbal medicine. 'N-No, dang it!' The scent had become much stronger, making it much more difficult to resist. Alucard's eyes turned to a deep crimson red, leaning in close to the wound where the blood spilled from it. As if out of instinct, he sunk his fangs into her flesh and started to feed. Thump, thump, thump... The only sound he heard was the loud, slightly fast beat of her heart in his ears. Moments passed as he removed his fangs from the wound. He had left a few bite marks that made it seem worse, still bleeding like before. He noticed she had been rather pale and weak. Alucard picked up the cloth he had used earlier, cleaning the rest of her injuries and then bandaging them up. "Forgive me, My Lady." he whispered as he tucked her in, taking a seat by the bed. Alucard remained there for the remainder of the night and kept watch.

She had awoke as her eyes opened, breathing heavily as if something had jolted her from her sleep. Glancing down, the elven woman noticed her wounds had been bandaged. She leaned back with her head on the pillow and closed her eyes in an attempt to rest.

To be continued.... (Will work on the rest later.)

Castlevania: Nocturne of Sorrow

It had been late one dark stormy night. The thunder clapped loudly while lightning flashed across the sky. Rain poured down hard as the wind howled like an angered wolf on the prowl. A black portal opened up, and through it a young elven woman had been sent through, landing face down upon the cold ground. She stood up, shivering a bit. The woman wore her black cloak around her small frame with the hood up, which concealed her nose and mouth as well. Making her way forward, she headed straight for what she noticed looked like a large stone wall. As she made her way through, she shivered and coughed, feeling rather warm. The woman was then attacked by a large pack of rabid werewolves from behind. She cried out in fear, barely able to fight them off in her current state.

Just then, a dark shadow began to make its way towards the commotion, as if to go after its prey. It moved swiftly, fighting the creatures back. Some of them had gone after it, but it had proved itself too strong. Several moments passed as the battle had ended, leaving several dead while the rest of the lupine creatures to disperse. 'Foolish dogs, how dare they attack such an innocent creature.' he thought with a slight frown. The elvish woman had been lying upon the ground, blood spilling heavily from her wounds. Moving quickly, the figure picked her up and carried her to the castle.

Once inside, the figure laid the elven woman in a bed within a guest room to rest. He went to work, tending to her wounds. As he began the treatment, he did his best to ignore the strong scent of blood. However, it seemed the young man had a difficult time doing so. He had long white hair that went a few inches past his shoulders, yellow eyes and pale skin unlike a normal human. Alucard reached his hands around the back of the woman's dress to unclasp it, removing just the upper part. He noticed the rather large gash that went down vertically several inches across her chest, which had ran rather deep. Grabbing a clean cloth, he had it dipped in some herbal medicine. 'N-No, dang it!' The scent had become much stronger, making it much more difficult to resist. Alucard's eyes turned to a deep crimson red, leaning in close to the wound where the blood spilled from it. As if out of instinct, he sunk his fangs into her flesh and started to feed. Thump, thump, thump... The only sound he heard was the loud, slightly fast beat of her heart in his ears. Moments passed as he removed his fangs from the wound. He had left a few bite marks that made it seem worse, still bleeding like before. He noticed she had been rather pale and weak. Alucard picked up the cloth he had used earlier, cleaning the rest of her injuries and then bandaging them up. "Forgive me, My Lady." he whispered as he tucked her in, taking a seat by the bed. Alucard remained there for the remainder of the night and kept watch.

She had awoke as her eyes opened, breathing heavily as if something had jolted her from her sleep. Glancing down, the elven woman noticed her wounds had been bandaged. She leaned back with her head on the pillow and closed her eyes in an attempt to rest.

To be continued.... (Will work on the rest later.)

Kind of a sad song for a western movie, but it's lovely anyways. "The Story of a Soldier" from "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly"

Castlevania: Nocturne of Sorrow

It had been late one dark stormy night. The thunder clapped loudly while lightning flashed across the sky. Rain poured down hard as the wind howled like an angered wolf on the prowl. A black portal opened up, and through it a young elven woman had been sent through, landing face down upon the cold ground. She stood up, shivering a bit. The woman wore her black cloak around her small frame with the hood up, which concealed her nose and mouth as well. Making her way forward, she headed straight for what she noticed looked like a large stone wall. As she made her way through, she shivered and coughed, feeling rather warm. The woman was then attacked by a large pack of rabid werewolves from behind. She cried out in fear, barely able to fight them off in her current state.

Just then, a dark shadow began to make its way towards the commotion, as if to go after its prey. It moved swiftly, fighting the creatures back. Some of them had gone after it, but it had proved itself too strong. Several moments passed as the battle had ended, leaving several dead while the rest of the lupine creatures to disperse. 'Foolish dogs, how dare they attack such an innocent creature.' he thought with a slight frown. The elvish woman had been lying upon the ground, blood spilling heavily from her wounds. Moving quickly, the figure picked her up and carried her to the castle.

Once inside, the figure laid the elven woman in a bed within a guest room to rest. He went to work, tending to her wounds. As he began the treatment, he did his best to ignore the strong scent of blood. However, it seemed the young man had a difficult time doing so. He had long white hair that went a few inches past his shoulders, yellow eyes and pale skin unlike a normal human. Alucard reached his hands around the back of the woman's dress to unclasp it, removing just the upper part. He noticed the rather large gash that went down vertically several inches across her chest, which had ran rather deep. Grabbing a clean cloth, he had it dipped in some herbal medicine. 'N-No, dang it!' The scent had become much stronger, making it much more difficult to resist. Alucard's eyes turned to a deep crimson red, leaning in close to the wound where the blood spilled from it. As if out of instinct, he sunk his fangs into her flesh and started to feed. Thump, thump, thump... The only sound he heard was the loud, slightly fast beat of her heart in his ears. Moments passed as he removed his fangs from the wound. He had left a few bite marks that made it seem worse, still bleeding like before. He noticed she had been rather pale and weak. Alucard picked up the cloth he had used earlier, cleaning the rest of her injuries and then bandaging them up. "Forgive me, My Lady." he whispered as he tucked her in, taking a seat by the bed. Alucard remained there for the remainder of the night and kept watch.

She had awoke as her eyes opened, breathing heavily as if something had jolted her from her sleep. Glancing down, the elven woman noticed her wounds had been bandaged. She leaned back with her head on the pillow and closed her eyes in an attempt to rest. All was silent in the room, save for the heavy rain pounding hard against the window and thunder from outside crashing loudly. Every few moments, she would go in and out of consciousness despite the pain, making it difficult for her to focus.

To be continued.... (Will work on the rest later.)

Such a lovely, yet sad story!
The Willow Maid

Castlevania: Nocturne of Sorrow

It had been late one dark stormy night. The thunder clapped loudly while lightning flashed across the sky. Rain poured down hard as the wind howled like an angered wolf on the prowl. A black portal opened up, and through it a young elven woman had been sent through, landing face down upon the cold ground. She stood up, shivering a bit. The woman wore her black cloak around her small frame with the hood up, which concealed her nose and mouth as well. Making her way forward, she headed straight for what she noticed looked like a large stone wall. As she made her way through, she shivered and coughed, feeling rather warm. The woman was then attacked by a large pack of rabid werewolves from behind. She cried out in fear, barely able to fight them off in her current state.

Just then, a dark shadow began to make its way towards the commotion, as if to go after its prey. It moved swiftly, fighting the creatures back. Some of them had gone after it, but it had proved itself too strong. Several moments passed as the battle had ended, leaving several dead while the rest of the lupine creatures to disperse. 'Foolish dogs, how dare they attack such an innocent creature.' he thought with a slight frown. The elvish woman had been lying upon the ground, blood spilling heavily from her wounds. Moving quickly, the figure picked her up and carried her to the castle.

Once inside, the figure laid the elven woman in a bed within a guest room to rest. He went to work, tending to her wounds. As he began the treatment, he did his best to ignore the strong scent of blood. However, it seemed the young man had a difficult time doing so. He had long white hair that went a few inches past his shoulders, yellow eyes and pale skin unlike a normal human. Alucard reached his hands around the back of the woman's dress to unclasp it, removing just the upper part. He noticed the rather large gash that went down vertically several inches across her chest, which had ran rather deep. Grabbing a clean cloth, he had it dipped in some herbal medicine. 'N-No, dang it!' The scent had become much stronger, making it much more difficult to resist. Alucard's eyes turned to a deep crimson red, leaning in close to the wound where the blood spilled from it. As if out of instinct, he sunk his fangs into her flesh and started to feed. Thump, thump, thump... The only sound he heard was the loud, slightly fast beat of her heart in his ears. Moments passed as he removed his fangs from the wound. He had left a few bite marks that made it seem worse, still bleeding like before. He noticed she had been rather pale and weak. Alucard picked up the cloth he had used earlier, cleaning the rest of her injuries and then bandaging them up. "Forgive me, My Lady." he whispered as he tucked her in, taking a seat by the bed. Alucard remained there for the remainder of the night and kept watch.

She had awoke as her eyes opened, breathing heavily as if something had jolted her from her sleep. Glancing down, the elven woman noticed her wounds had been bandaged. She leaned back with her head on the pillow and closed her eyes in an attempt to rest. All was silent in the room, save for the heavy rain pounding hard against the window and thunder from outside crashing loudly. Every few moments, she would go in and out of consciousness despite the pain, making it difficult for her to focus.

To be continued.... (Will work on the rest later. NEED INSPIRATION!)

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