The Devil's Children
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Nathan Mcdowell sighed, it used to be that when you were hunting for food, that they milled around in one place usually staying in one group. Near their infernal cities. Nathan lived a respectable life has a Prime Ministor's son. He had hunted well in those days. Often getting his prey has they camped. Why such creatures felt the need to leave the safety of their cities was beyond him. Fortunatly Nathan never questioned good luck. Sure he wasnt all powerful, the sun still posed a serious threat. and other clans usually tried to start something, but it was nothing his father couldnt handle. and as for slayers...well they seemed to have died off. Only a couple posed a serious threat.

All had been going fine in the last 60 years of Nathans life. And then THEY came. Those infernal unwanted, pathetic excuses for undead cadavars. The prey called them "Zombies."

At first Nathan and most of his kind didnt mind them, as they took care of the prey's infernal military. But soon they posed a threat to the Prey's entire existance, and without food, Nathan's kind would die off. Something had to be done.

All the clans were called to the Devils Summit.
Soon plans would be made.
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Alex Foster held the Mp5 submachine gun. He looked down the sight at his prey.
The young human of about twenty years held his breath. The zombie wouldnt even know what hit it.
He exhaled. and pulled the trigger.

*TAT-TAT-AT-TAT!!!!!*

The living corpse fell.
Motioning to the rest of the survivors Alex lead the way into the abandoned warehouse.

Ever since those "things" came about two months ago Human society was in ruins. Especially here in San Diego.

Alex sat down on a small crate after the warehouse had been cleared, secured, and locked form the inside. They would make camp here. The first time any of them had rested in weeks.

"Daddy, were is the cops?"

Alex looked down at his six year old daughter, his only reason for fighting, ever since Ellen had been bitten.

"Honey Im sure the cops will be here any second now."

But they wern't they were all dead. Alex had visited the police station, they had tried to make a last stand in there, but ultimatly they all died. He and the other seven-or-so survivors woudl have to make it on their own........
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Tell me if you like and think I should continue, but if it sucks give it to me with both barrels.

This post has been edited by OneoftheLost on August 05, 2005 10:12 pm

Wow, I hope you get more posts than mince, because this story is quite good. It just needs a bit more of a history, of exactly what happened and such. You never explained what the Devil's Children were...are tehy demons, vampires, whatever?

Nope they are evil monkeys

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THEY ARE SO TOTTALLY EVIL MONKEYS!!!!!

Hey that could be a nice story twist.......

Next part.
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Nathan McDowell sighed. He was travelling down what remained of highway 66. It was one of those nights.....
He secured his weapons as he ran. His powerful legs easily pushing him past 30mph without breaking a sweat. As he ran he remembered the meeting at The Devil's Summit.

"HOW DARE YOU EVEN CONSIDER SUCH AN OPTION!!!! HAVE WE NOT BEEN AROUND FOR MILLIONS OF YEARS!!! THE DOMINANT SPECIES ON THE FOOD CHAIN SINCE THE NEANDRATHALS, AND YOU DARE SUGGEST THAT WE BOW DOWN BEFORE THESE PATHETIC REANIMATED CORPSES!?!?"

Count Vlordermandt roared. Fresh out of Romania the count was more old fashioned then most.

"For once I agree with the count, we will not side with such beings as they destroy our only source of food."

Miss Issabella purred before the table of thirteen.

"I say we go to the heart of the infestation, and find the cause of whatever made such beings and find a cure to this insufferable plague!"

Nathan's own mentor Nicholas McDowell said before the council.

"And what about these reports of "Super Zombies" That can think? That can use weapons and are smart enough to lead these cadavar hordes?"

Gernst Malkoy said as he picked at what remained of an old battle scar on his left cheek.

That bit of information sent the council into a frenzy of rumors and such.

Being of only sixty years Nathan was only allowed to be present. Not to actually speak, you had to have 200 years and have done something for their race as a whole. Personally he was all for Nicholas' plan to find the cure. Then he heard the dreaded words. A mere whisper at first, but then louder as the voice gained courage.

"Why not raise the ancients?"

The room went dead silent.
Everyone's eyes turned to the speaker, a cuban man of two hundered and one years. He stroked his dreadlocks as he spoke, a habit of nervousness. Master Jalmone sat timidly.
Before anyone could move forward Nathan walked up to his mentor.

"Master McDowell Permission to speak?"

Nicholas just looked at him blankly. Seeing Nathan's eyes Nicholas hid a smile.

"Permission granted."

Well aware of all eyes on him, Nathan walked over to Master Jalmone.

"Why whould we raise the ancients from their well-deserved slumber?"

Nathan locked eyes with Jalmone.
Then as a whisper:

"So they can see and smell our failure, the children they raised to serve them and their cause as they slept?"

Then Nathan continued louder:

"ARE WE NOT VAMPYRES!? ARE WE NOT IN DEBT TO OUR MASTERS FOR GRANTING SUCH POWER TO US!?? ONLY TO NOT USE IT!? TO DISRESPECT THEM BY NOT USING SAID GIFTS TO FURTHER THEIR CAUSE!?"

Nathan seemed to calm down considerably.

"No. Let them rest, we will take care of such a trivial matter on our own. We are Vampyres after all."

Taking a seat, Nathan watched the other Masters for their reaction.

"Well said, Peon McDowell."

A man who looked to be in his late forties, great physical shape, and an imposing figure of 7'8 spoke. He was actually nine-hundered and forty-two. And he was the leader of the Clan of the Morto In. He was also the senior member of the council. Master Nile was not someone to piss off. Having chosen to keep quiet during the councils' proceedings, he now spoke, demanding the attention of everyone in the room.

"I agree with Master McDowell's plan. We will send scouts to find away to stop this infestation on our hunting grounds."

Nathan hid a smile.

"For your eagerness and initiative, Nathan you get to be the first assigned. To the most dangerous spot. Were I have lost several infants of my clan. Head to Los Angeles immediatly Do not fail me."

Nathan was stunned. To be sent on a personal mission by none other then Master Nile was asking for a promotion within the ranks. Hiding his eagerness he left the council halls, to his home in Holland, were he would prepare for the upcoming assignment.

Now he was on his way into Los Angeles. He remmebered Master Nile's words.

"...were I have lost several of my infants."

Infants were vampires of one hundered years or less. This may be difficult after all.
Nathan smiled.
He liked a challenge. and maybe there would be some fresh humans to feast on.....

This post has been edited by OneoftheLost on August 06, 2005 02:36 pm

Cool! I like this idea. zombies vs Humans vs Vampires. My spider sense detects cool scenes in the future

Yeah, this is a pretty cool story. Are you only going to focus on the vampire's side of the story, or are you also going to show the human's side as well?

He did a little bit from a survivors PoV, so I think he'll be showing all sides of the conflict.

Woa pple are reading this.....
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Alex sat on top of the crate holding his daughter. He sighed. They were well and truly screwed. The young twenty year old sighed. Before he had worked at a sportign goods store. After the "Things" came he had taken some guns and fought his way home. Only to find that his wife had been infected and was trying to break down the celler door. He had found out why later. After dispatching his newly-wed wife, he opened the cellar doors to find his daughter and a note. Ellen had known she was bitten so she locked their six year old daughter in the cellar, safely out of harms way.

Alex sighed, he was too young for this shit.
He suddenly heard a ruckus from the other survivors.

"Who the hell do you think you are?? thats my son!!!"

A middle aged, heavy set woman stood her ground, her thirteen year old son stood behind her. He had a very disticntive bite mark on his arm. The others were trying to get the poor woman to let them drug her son and then finish him off before the infection did.

The leader of the six-person mob was none other then Sam Delgado. He had owned a bar before the things attacked. He managed to use the sawed-off behind the counter to fight them off and make it to the police station, were he had met Alex. He was an older gentleman maybe in his early fifties. He was also extremely stubborn and didnt take no for an answer.

"Ma'am with all due respect......HE IS ONE OF THEM!!!!!!!"

The crowd agreed with several loud Yeah's

"No your not taking my little marcus!!!"

The kid in question wimpered behind his mother.

Sam was just about to shove the woman aside when they all heard it.
A groaning sound.

"OH SHIT BOSS LOOK OUTSIDE!!"

Gale Earnhart shouted from the catwalk above.

They all heard the zombies outside now. And soon the banging on the doors sounded.

Alex's daughter wimpered.

Heh, pretty good. Very well written, keep it up!

lol thnx



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Alex could barely walk. The things were everywhere. They had broken through early in the morning. The zombies had crashed through a window and quickly slaughtered msot of the survivors. Sam had managed to grab the kid and get out through the back. ALex had pushed his daughter through another exit. Thinking he could hold them off. He remembered fireing until his gun went dry. He didnt know. He hadn't known....if he'd only known she would still be alive.....After he had pushed her out the back....how could he have foretold the zombies waiting. He didnt see her die, and the zombies on the other side wernt feeding on any corpses, so he assumed she had managed to make it past the first group....only to be alone in a city full of them...

Alex sobbed. He sat on top of an old grocery store. He had managed to climb up here using a van as leverage for his jump, with out the zombies chasing him. He laughed. What movie would of predicted they would be so damn fast? Suddenly he couldnt hold it in any longer. He burst out laughing. A light chuckle at first, then a hysterical laughter. He couldnt stop. He just kept laughing.

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Nathan McDowell ran. Up ahead was a horde of the infected prey. He pushed himself. His legs propelling him at an excess of thirty miles per hour. Up ahead he counted maybe thirty of the fast little bastards. He bent down scooping up a fallen stop sign.

The first zombie came within range, it turned torward him.
He swung the makeshift sword using the sign as the blade and the pole as the handle.
It sunk deep into the things throat.
He whipped around, using his fist in a round house punch. It knocked the head off the severed neck.
Nathan smiled.
More zombies soon surrounded him.

Nathan leaped uptop a car. Using it as leverage, he leaped twenty feet in the air, bringing himself down on top of one of them, quickley crushing it's head.
He felt something slam into him, but he was already moving, he pushed himself though the air. Moving in a sideways motion he slammed into another of the wannabe cadavars. As he hit the ground he felt the things swarming him, punching him and slashing him. The things didnt see him as food, just as an enemy.

As they swarmed him, Nathan felt his nails elongate, then harden. Soon he was a humanoid typhoon, spinning and slashing shattering heads moving so fast...faster then the human eye could detect. A blur of nails and teeth.

Damn things didn't taste any good.
As the last fell he saw a glint on the ground.

"Hmm..What is this?"
He scooped down lifting up the human handgun.
He had used them in his previous life. While he lived in Holland, he had been a target shooter. He recognized the pistol as being a 9mm Beretta, the americans loved big caliber bullets. Seemingly unaware of the fact that a .20 could kill just as easily as a .50

Removing the gun holster from the body, he put it on himself, under the long black trenchcoat. He scooped up the two extra clips as well.


He walked. He was so thirsty, he was riddled with wounds. Now his thirst was awakened. And the night was young.
It took him a good twenty minutes, but he finally found a likely canadite. A brown haired little girl in a red dress. Maybe six human years old.

He leapt down from the building in front of her. She was startled and tried to run. He moved, leaping and landing in front of her only escape route.

"Im not here to her you little lady."

At the sound of his voice and his warm smile she brightened up. Then she frowned.

"Have you seen my daddy? His name is Alex. Alex Foster."

Nathan surveyed the bite marks on her neck and legs, and gave her maybe an hour to live.

He smiled

"Why yes, I have, he's waiting for you..."

"Really? Oh can you take me to him?"

Nathan smiled. Suddenly he moved forward, faster then her eye could follow, his fangs digging deep into her neck. He drank deeply, feeling the precious liquid flowing into his body and reparing the damage to it.

After he was done, he let her limp body hit the ground, now full, he moved deeper into the city.

From a building to the left a darkened figure watched him, she smiled. Another to further her, no the hoarde's cause.

This post has been edited by OneoftheLost on August 07, 2005 05:46 pm

Great man. Truly great. Just a few more adjectives spread around and it would be even better

Just between you and me.... a few more adjectives spread around? whatcha mean? Id like to fix.

What I mean is like this: The ghastly zombies. The red curtains.
Adjectives are used for descriptions, saying if a thing is big, small, pink, gay or whatever. I would really love to know how your main characters look like

ah.
And has for the main charectors....they havnt met yet. Why would they be thinking about how they look if they are on their own. I will have them describe each other when the time is right.