User blog:BTR180/Ronchellester/Damphire

You're a vampire hunter. During your youth he met a girl who openly declared to be in love with you unfortunately you had to reject it. Years later you heard some reports that she is a dhampir and became a vampire hunter like you, but you two never came to work together.

One day you and four hunters came together to shoot down a castle full of vampires, but when you got there found the castle abandoned and devastated. In the ballroom you found the young dhampir, but now she was fused to two cursed swords and a living armor, her face is the personification of insanity.

- You rejected me because I was small and weak, but look at me now. Now any vampire or monster can beat me. So now you have to join me this time, you want me, no? You wish me? You want become one with me?

One of the other hunters lifted the crossbow and she reacted. The fight started.

What do you do?

Me: "No wait!" I call out but it's already too late as the fight has begun.

6 months before Lescaite

The consumed Damphir, Camilla, charges at the crossbow weilding hunter, Quincy. She raises her twin cursed swords at readies to slash at him but I jump in and block her strikes with my greatsword while Larkin, the other hunter tackles Quincy out of the way. While Ford and fritz ready their rapiers and start to slowly advance on us.

Me: "No! Continue with the mission! This fight is mine and mine alone!"

Larkin: "You heard him men! Continue the mission! We have to slay that vampire!" The group of hunters rush past us and continue their search for the vampire and meave me to fight the consumed Damphir.

Camilla: "Why do you test me? Do you want to see my strength? Do you finally wish to be one with me?" A mad lustful smile covers her face as she says this. A voice like the wind whispers "He wishes to be with us, but there is resistance in his heart... we must defeat him and remove that doubt from him. TAKE HIS HEAAAAART." Her eyes widen and her pupils constrict two red glowing pins, her smile grows to cheshire proportions. She quickly disengages and jumps back several meters, then a dull red aura starts emanate from her body. "Eh heh heh heh heh heh! We will be together now dear. We will get married. Make love. Make many chilren. All I need you to do is hand over your HEART!" She jumps into the air and strikes at me with one of her swords. Blocking her strike I take a knee to ransfer the blow to the ground, she then slashes with the other sword at my side. Quickly I angle my greatsword and deflect her blow, then follow up with a quick sweep my legs to trip her over.

Me: "Camilla! I know you're in there! I know you are better than this, fight the voices and free yourself from their grasp!" Her body bends at unnatural angles as she gets up using only her feet.

Camilla: "Yes! Fight! I will fight you! And I will win and claim you as my own! Only for me and no one else! Yaha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Whisper of the wind: "He will be ours and ours alone! You will not keep him! He belongs equally to us all!" Camilla grabs at her head a look of pain on her face.

Camilla: "What no! He's mine! Mine only! You can't have him! You are not worthy to be with him! ONLY ME!"

Whisper: Camilla falls to her knees as the wisper yells while still remaining silent. "YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUNT US! YOU ARE WEAK! YOU ARE WORTHLESS! NOTHING WITHOUNT US!" She falls on all fours and starts to cry.

Camilla: "You're right... I can't beat him... I can't do anything right..." Tears start to roll down her face as she gets up and looks at me. "IF I CAN'T HAVE HIM NO ONE WILL!" She yells this her voice shrill with anger and sorrow. She raises the sword and turns them to herself.

Me: Reaching out my arm"Camilla no!"

Whisper: "FOOOL!" The blades stop milimeters away from herself. "You are not worthy to weild us! You no longer serve us any use and are disposable. May your soul feed our hunger..." The cursed armor and swords come off her body with a blood curdling tear and floats before me dripping blood. A haze blures my mind and a the voice speaks to me, each word pounds my head resonating with the force of a thousand echos. "Champion, come home with us... together we will take the world... we will grant your deepest desires... all your dreams are ours... your passion... your glory... join us... be one with us.." I walk to the floating orb of chaos as it chants to me, I slowly reach out then raise my sword and bring it down on the entitity. Withount a second thought I drop my sword and go to camilla laying on the ground in a puddle of her own gore.

Me: "Camilla.. why? Why did it have to me you?" I kneel in her blood and lift her up to me and hold her close. sudenly her bloody hand touches my helmet.

Camilla: -weakly- "Because I love you..." She looks at me directly in the eye slits of my helmet. "Heh... Heh... But you always knew that." I grasp her bloody hand and hold it firmly. "Why... why did you reject me?"

Me: "Because... because I swore an oath. I swore to forsake my love until I bring down the demon lord with my own hands. I'm sorry, but I did love you... and I still do, but I can't be true to my feelings for you, lest I loose my way and my purpose..."

Camilla: "Do me this one favor a dying wish... Belive it or not but" She giggles and then winces in pain "I seem to have fallen in love with a faceless man."

Me: "Say no more." I let go of her hand and reach for my helmet and remove it. Underneath it is the face of a man in his early twenties. His skin is a mixture between olive and tanned. Hair shorter on the sides, nearly shaved and longer on the top and combed to the side. His eyes were looked sleepy. His face had soft features and his nose was very prominent.

Camilla: She giggles and then starts to cough up blood. "He he... and here I thought you would be more scarred, but I guess that armor of yours really does hold up to it's name. Hold me... throw your loving arms around me... I am weary... let me rest my head on you..." I sit down and hold her close to me again/ We sit together in silence and wait for her passing. After a few minutes she stops breathing and I look down at her face, a great smile accros it, I lean over and plant a kiss on her forehead. Fighting back tears I put my helmet back on and regain my composure. I gather my sword and make my way to the sounds of combat covered in the blood of a fallen comrade, a friend, a lover.