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How Ryna Became a Vampire – A Malevolence Mud work o’fiction
A bit of Roleplaying Fiction
Ryna Started at Malevolence Mud —>telnet to mudpuddle.shwaine.com 3000
Rating PG13 (death)
An excerpt from the journal of Lady Ryna (date unknown)
I remember it as if it was yesterday, even though it was years ago. The lords and ladies of the land had informed the population that there was a new evil abroad, and I was determined to catch the monster, take its head, and win the bounty. Little did I know what was in store for me that fatal night as I stalked the town of Newburyport searching for signs of the monster named Vladamir.
I was young then, having barely left my family’s home, and determined to make a name for myself. Chasing this monster down was the way to do it. I knew that I had a vast array of warriors, thieves and scoundrels looking for the same reward I was, but I was determined that I was going to be the one to receive it. I remember feeling the cool comfort of well-forged steel in my hands as I silently paced through the shadows of the town.
At one point, I heard a faint rustle behind me, and jumped, only to find a long known friend at my back.
“Alone in the dark little girl?” Grinned the thief, Cracker.
I swore at him as he laughed in my face.
“Get lost Cracker, I’m on a job.”
“Like I’m not my dear?” He asks leering at me as he leans against a wall.
“That little piece of steel is nothing against a vampire sweetie. Go home, and let the big boys handle this danger.”
“Shut up Cracker, I can take care of myself.”
“So be it.” Cracker faded into the shadows, a whisper in the night.
I continued down High Street, keeping my senses alert. Reports rang out through the town as fighting continued throughout the night.
I was searching along the docks around midnight when I encountered my first sight of Vladamir. A corpse was flung against some crates. I examined it carefully and made note of the jagged wound in the poor soul’s throat.
A hand clamped down on my shoulder and I jumped as I twirled around.
“A little late for him girl.” The state cope stated as he nudged the corpse with his boot. “But you’d be wise to go home. There are dangerous creatures out this night.”
“Yes sir.” I agreed in a docile voice. I waited until the officer was out of sight and
turned back to the scene of the crime. Vladamir was mine. No way was I going to go home meekly. Silly cop.
I slipped into an alleyway and started to make my way down it when a figure appeared before me. Stunned, I knew exactly who it was.
“I’m glad you stayed out to play, Ryna.” The man laughed easily.
He looks like a man? I didn’t know this monster looked like a man! I thought as I froze.
“Oh, I’m no ordinary monster, Ryna.” He laughed softly. I caught a glimpse of his fangs in the moonlight. “I’m a vampire. The name’s Vladamir.”
“I know who you are.” I clutched my sword and watched him warily.
“Well, I’m glad. I always like my victims to know who’s killing them.”
I circled carefully, and attempted to place my back to the wall.
The man grinned at me, and pinned me faster than I ever imagined possible. I struggled, cutting him a bit with my sword before he flung it away into the darkness.
“You wanted your reward.” Valadmir breathed into my ear. “So, here’s a reward for a lady such as yourself.” I fainted as he sunk his teeth into my throat.
A page in Ryna’s Past (part 2)
My eyelids fluttered as I slowly tried to regain consciousness. I was feeling dizzy, my stomach was upset, and I am hungry. Why am I so hungry? Did I forget to eat last night?
I hear a low moan and realize that the sound is coming from me. I finally manage to force my eyelids open and attempt to take stock of my surroundings.
I am in a dark room. I hear a door open, and footsteps coming towards me. A flickering candle is set on a table beside me and a worried face comes into view.
“Ryna.” A whispered voice says. “Ryna, are you awake?”
A hand is placed on my forehead, and a face comes into view.
“Cracker?” I croak, amazed to find my voice at last. “Cracker, where am I? What happened?”
Cracker’s haggard face comes into view, and I am surprised at the circles under his eyes.
“That monster. It got you and left you for dead. I found you, and I couldn’t leave your body out alone in the night. I have no clue how you managed to hold on this long. Didn’t I tell you that Newburyport at night was no place for you girl?”
“Yea, you did.” I croaked again. Then I had to ask “What’s wrong with my voice?”
“He damaged your neck something awful. Must have gotten your vocal cords too.” Cracker said, a finger running along some bandages. “I wrapped you up as best I could, but I’m no healer. Lucky for you I managed to steal these bandages awhile back, otherwise we’d be shit up the creek.” My eyes focused on Cracker’s wrist, and I watched his blood flowing through his veins. My eyes widened and I licked my lips. A wave of hunger swept over my body.
“I’m hungry.” I whispered to cracker hoarsely.
Cracker shifted uncomfortably, and he brought his hand back slowly. He licked his lips, and looked thoughtfully at me.
“What are you hungry for?” He asked huskily. “Blood.” I reached out, and grabbed his arm, bringing it to my mouth. “Your blood.” I hiss as I feel my teeth descend.
Cracker struggled, but I was regaining my strength quickly. I bit into his wrist and started drinking from him eagerly, licking the blood from the holes I had created, sucking the warm sticky substance. I found myself growing stronger with every drop, and drained him almost dry. After he slumped to the ground, I bit my own wrist, and feed him some of my blood.
“My way of thanking you for saving me, you weak fool.” I stated in a clear, ringing voice, as I cleaned and bandaged my wrist. I felt strong now that I had his blood in me, and I could feel my wounds healing rapidly. I tore off the bandages on my neck and ran my fingers up and down. The wounds were closed. The bandages fell to the floor as I strode to the door, and out into the night.
The predator stalked its prey, intent on feeding before the night was over. A young, lost, lonely child was going to make a perfect meal in the predator’s way of thinking. So what if one more unruly brat died on the streets? They were dying every day, to cold, starvation, and cruelty. The creature licked its lips and smiled as the child turned into a dark alleyway. After a quick glance around, it smiled and closed in on its prey. Faster than lightning the predator sprang into action, clamping a hand over the child’s mouth and knocking its head into the wall. The creature swept the child’s hair away from the child’s neck and sank its fangs into the youngster’s throat. The child never knew what hit it.
Moments after Ryna resumed her normal form and sank down by the body.
“My gods, what have I done?” She whispered to herself. “What kind of evil have I become?”
Her body shook as she looked at the child she killed. She arranged the child’s limbs carefully, and closed its eyes with the cool tips of her fingers.
“Rest well, little one.” She said softly to the young innocent. “May the gods grant you the comfort that will never come to me “
Ryna stepped away from the body, and walked slowly down the alleyway. The night was still young. She feared for the other people that were out alone in the nigh and she feared what she had become. The demon in her was ever hungry, never satisfied, and determined to have more pray. She pulled her leather coat tightly around her body, as she walked off into the night.
A Quick Cure for What Ails you
Title: A quick cure for what ails you.
My own fic – Copyright belongs to Ryna.
Rating PG 13 – Talk of death
Part of a work in progress – may take shape into a novel.
Word count: 399 — this later became a part of Compassion
“I hear you offer a solution to my problem.” The pale young man whispered, his eyes hovering on my face. He was sickly, and smelled of a lingering illness. I tried not to think of the meal that I would soon eat, and instead I focused on his words.
“Yes.” I stated smoothly, as I sat down at his bedside. His parents had summoned me this morning, asking me to come and speak with him. Eli, the boy in front of me was deathly ill. It was the kind of illness that one never came back from. His parents wanted to ease his suffering, and they had called me, imploring me to help them. I, of course, had informed them that I could only help them in one way, and that all I could do was ease the pain. His mother had told me tearfully over the phone that she knew this. She stated that I had helped one of her cousins, long ago, and her family remembered me fondly for the services I had rendered to them.
“I am tired.” Eli stated to me, his eyes fixed on mine. “I want, no I need to end this. My way.” He lifted his chin proudly and said, “It is my time to die.”
I lifted my hand and caressed his face softly. The man was so young, twenty at the most. His body was frail, and it showed signs of being worn out long before its time. I had to question him one more time, just to be sure.
“Are you truly ready?” I asked, brushing my fingers across his lips. They were to warm. They felt feverish. “Have you been told what to expect?” It was the family’s duty to prepare my meal, the sickly, the ones who would die a lingering death.
“Yes, and yes. Do it, I beg of you.” He gasped out, leaning back against his pillows. “It is all that I long for.”
“Very well. I will cure you of this problem. Any last requests?”
“Make it quick.”
“Quick it shall be.” I lean in and kiss his lips briefly. I grasp hold of his hair, bear his neck, and sink my fangs into his throat.
Friendship’s Promise
Here’s something a little different – I just opened up word and it flew out of me. Yes, it’s about someone I know. Those of you who know me get a cookie if you can guess who it is, because it’s a real blast from the past. This might turn into something more, but it works quite well on its own.
It’s funny, how one gets caught up in the grove of things. High School, College, friends, and life all blend in together to mesh and meld until you don’t know which one is more important. He was once one of her best friends, her closest companion, and her confidant. He was there when no one else was, laughing, joking, and sometimes just listening. He put up with her teen age mood swings, her blossoming into young adulthood with a grace that spoke of friendship and understanding that swept across time.
College was the first hurdle they crossed; she went he didn’t. She developed new ideas, new interests new friends. He had the same old ideas, small town interest, friendships that stayed the same. She delved into the culture of college life like a fish delves into water; with intent interest that bordered on obsession. Plays, parties, culture, the wild taste of freedom were hers for the taking. When it all became too much she returned to him and felt centered, safe, and secure. A part of her past that was like a rock, never changing, always the same.
He did change, in little ways. Girlfriends came and went. New friends came, old friends drifted. Her interests finally were so different from his that they drifted apart, forced away from one another by time and circumstances called life. However there was one thing that stayed the same; if either of them ran into the other, all it took was a glance, a laugh, and a smile and they were transported back in time. If one of them needed something the other was there. Instantly, no questions asked. Even though they finally drifted apart, and years often went by without seeing each other, a smile was all that was needed to reconnect. That’s the promise that eternal friendship brings; memories, laughter and love, through good times and bad, and even across time and space itself. Time has no meaning when the promise of true friendship is kept.
The Witch of Gregory’s Cove
Just a little something I started writing. Its not betaed yet, but it was fun to write – and it sort of goes into details about one of my Main Characters, Grace Monty.
Whispers and rumors of witchcraft had been handed down from generation to generation in the small New Hampshire town. No one ever outright said the word witch, but if a person had business of a supernatural nature they called on Grace Monty. The Montys’ settled down in Gregory Cove back in the 1800’s, and they brought the world of the supernatural with them. Unusual things happened right when they moved into town, and unusual things still happened to this day. If a body disappeared, Grace knew where to find it. If a vampire needed help, Grace was the girl to call. Yes, Grace had worked with the resident vampire, Emily, a time or two. The rest of the town knew Emily as a slightly eccentric writer, but Grace knew different. Like called to like after all, and witches and vampires were both seeped in the supernatural lifestyle. It was a good thing that Emily had a humane cause, and that she had made herself known to Grace early in the game. Otherwise Grace would have had to stake Emily herself.
Grace lived on the very outskirts of Gregory’s cove. Gregory’s Cove is a little town situated somewhere between Rye and Portsmouth. It is so little, that people often forget that it is there, and they think it is a part of Rye. The town does boast its own post office, town hall, and offices buildings, as well as a tiny school. The whole town had a quaint New England feel to it, and people often said that they felt as if they had stepped into the pages of a storybook.
If the town looked like something out of a storybook, Grace’s cabin could be called the Witch’s hut. It stood forlorn and almost forgotten next to a large field. Crows were fond of hanging around the yard, and they could often be seen sitting on the broken down fence in the front yard. Inside the cabin things were simple and clean – there was an old antique wood stove, the kind that hasn’t been seen since most people’s grandmothers were young. There was a brick oven built into the chimney, and a large fireplace dominated the kitchen. Dried herbs were hung on the walls, and homemade glass canned goods lined the shelves of the pantry. Grace liked to follow in her family’s footsteps and keep up with all the little family traditions. Plus, being a witch wasn’t always a profitable venture, and she had to cut corners where she could. There was a relatively modern refrigerator, the kind that most people probably had stored in their camps. Grace estimated it to be from the 1960’s. Her Aunt Maddy had brought it, and had the pluming put in for the bathroom and some running water, all at the same time. She had it done because a suitor begged her to, and he had footed the bill.
The Hidden Beast – A Retelling of Beauty and the Beast
The Hidden Beast
Author: Bakersgirl
Copyright:Bakersgirl
wordcount: 1049
“I’m telling you, Kate, there’s something weird up in the White Mountains!” My father insisted, waving his hands as he talked. “Its as old as the hills and hidden someplace close to the Kangcamagus Highway!”
“Dad, if its hidden how come you found it?” I asked, my face wrinkling in confusion. “I just don’t understand. Is it some sort of malformed man hidden away?”
“No, Kate, its a huge monster. Gigantic I tell you! Over 8 feet, furry all over, looks like a shaggy what do you call it… one of those snow creatures. Yea! It talks, it walks like a man, but its huge! Furry and all teeth. Over 6 feet tall!”
My dad had to be telling tales again. Or he was in the middle of a delusional cycle. That happened sometimes also. Either way there could not possibly be a huge beast out there, undiscovered in the White mountains. It could not have existed without being discovered by now if there was.
“Dad, I hate to tell you, but I just don’t believe it. Others would have found it.” I realized, just as I opened my mouth and let the words spill out, that I had made a mistake. Now he was going to… well… yea.
“Well I’ll prove it!” He roared in a thunderous voice. “We’re going camping right now! Pack your bags Kate-girl, and we’re going deep into the heart of the White Mountains! Go! Pack now!”
“But dad…..” I tried to protest. “I can’t go. If there IS a huge monster, do you really want him to get his paws on me?”
“We’ll bring the dogs. And the guns. Go pack your camping gear. Move it now!” He was in his full on, I’m an army Sargent, don’t mess with me mode. I sighed, and made my way upstairs to my room. There was no reasoning with the man when he was in this mood, and I wasn’t even going to try at this point.
I had learned, by this point, and when my father was in this mood, to pack extra of everything. Extra socks, shoes, sweats, shorts, tee-shirts, pjs. When dad got into one of these moods we could be gone a weekend, or we could be gone a month, and it didn’t matter to him if I had school, work, or any other obligations to attend to. He wanted my undivided attention, and he wanted to go and chase his crazy ideas. His doctors claimed that he was bipolar, and that this was a form of the manic/depressive stages that people cycled through. They tried to medicate him, but he never stayed medicated for very long, and he almost always refused to believe that anything the doctors were doing would help him in the long run. He believed that he knew best, and this had gotten us into all sorts of trouble in the past. Trouble that I usually had to dig ourselves out of. I was getting use to it though, and thus would pack for every occasion. I packed the emergency kit, my bathing suite, extra batteries, my mp3 player, and a few extra flashlights/matches/supplies just incase. I knew dad would get most of it, and that the camper was always stocked, but I also knew how absentminded my father was. We had been going off in random directions every summer as long as I could remember. It seemed to be a form of wanderlust for him, and he seemed to think his crazy ideas made for good excuses to travel. I didn’t mind it to much, for it got me out of the oppressive heat and the headache that lingered in the city of Manchester, NH during the summer time.
It took us less than two hours to pack everything we needed up into the camper, and we were on the road. It was a Friday afternoon in late June. I had just finished my Junior year of high school, and my 17th birthday was barely three weeks away. (July 25). I knew that we would probably be gone for most of the summer, and that my friends wouldn’t get to throw the party they were planning, but in a way I was glad. Most of my friends were into boys, clothes, and the mall, and I just wasn’t into the same things. I had a difficult time around boys, I felt as if they were all just looking for something I wasn’t ready to give them. I didn’t think they understood what love was, and I wanted someone to love me. I did not want someone to lust after me, and thats all the boys in my school knew how to do. I was content to wait, and find someone at a later date. Or maybe never. As for clothes, as long as they were comfortable I didn’t care. I just didn’t feel it was necessary to spend a ton of money on things that may have looked good, but felt awful on me. I was a practical girl, a bit of a tomboy and geek all rolled into one. I didn’t see any need to change just to suite my friends. Thats why these summers alone with my dad usually felt so good.
Ehow Sample work – How to Race Wheelchairs
How to Race Wheelchairs
By AngB, eHow Member 
Wheelchair Racing
One of the coolest sports that I ran into while working with Adults with Disabilities was wheelchair racing. This how to explains wheelchair racing and how we would set it up at local events for fun.
Instructions
Things You’ll Need:
- Wheelchairs
- Adults who want to race
- People willing to push wheelchairs if necessary.
- A nice smooth area to race
- Items used to mark the start and finish lines
Getting ready to race! Ask the adults who are in wheelchairs if they would like to race. Create a racing area – usually outside, although I have known quite a few races to take place in the hallways. Markers for the racing area can be anything from orange cones, to chairs to items of clothing placed strategically at either end of the racing area.
Ready set Go! Once the competitors are ready they can line up at the starting line. Some people can push the wheelchair themselves, others need volunteers to help them. Normally, we separate the two – people who push themselves go in one race, and the people who need to be pushed go in another. This way everyone is closer in competing levels. Of course, it can always be fun to race all at once – its all up to you and the individuals participating to decide how you want to set up your wheelchair race.
Once everyone is ready and at the starting line you get someone to shout “Go!” Then, everyone gets to take off, usually with various results. Hilarity and laughter is usually involved as people move the wheelchairs across the designated racing space. Remember, one of the most important parts of participating is to enjoy yourselves and have a good time.
At the finish line congratulate everyone who manages to finish. Cheer for the winners, support the “looser” and make sure a good time was had by all. If necessary do it again so that people can keep trying to win!
Tips & Warnings
- Remember to have a fun “prize” for the winner.
- Sometimes it is nice to have “prizes” for people who don’t win also.
- Designate one person to say “Go!” so that the people in the competition don’t get confused.
- Most important of all – Have fun!
- Make sure the designated area is safe and free of any objects that might get in the way.
Resources
Photo Credit
http://www.fotosearch.com/clip-art/race.html
Another Ehow Sample – How to Save Money in this bad economy
How To
How to Save Money in this Bad Economy
By AngB, eHow Member
Saving Money
Struggling in the bad economy? Here are some tips on how to save money as we all tighten our budgets.
Instructions
Coupons Coupons. I have a friend who uses coupons, double coupons, and triple coupons. She manages to save a bundle every time she goes to the store, and she uses the money to get her kids “extra” foods that they wouldn’t normally get. Looking for the coupons takes time, but you can always start small – like the local Sunday Paper. Then start looking at other store coupons, and online coupons. Just make sure to use your coupons before they expire.
Buy in Bulk Buy in bulk. One of the best ways to save money
is to buy more of an item at one time. Out of toilet paper? Buy a huge pack instead of a small one. It saves you time from having to keep going to the store, and buying in bulk always saves extra pennies. Make sure that you are actually buying things you use all the time though. Do not buy in bulk if you only use an item say, once a year.
Brown Bag lunches Make a budget and stick to it. Only spend what you have in cash, do not use your credit cards. Cut your credit cards up, or use them for emergencies only. (Car repairs, home repairs). Look at your budget and see where your extra spending takes place. Do you always buy coffee in the morning? Splurge on a good coffee maker, and then save money by buying coffee at home. Do you spend money at lunch during the day? Have the entire family brown bag it.
Shopping for Clothes Shop sales for clothing. Have children? Children do not need name brand clothes, no matter how much they insist they do. They grow monthly, and even weekly, and are quick to outgrow expensive name brands. If you must have name brands only buy items when things are on sale. Also, only buy what is necessary. Most people do not need a new outfit every week, no matter how much your mind screams “I must have the latest and the best in fashion.”
When you run errands, make sure you group them together. Have three errands in one part of town? Do them all at once instead of one at a time. Is there a way to incorporate an errand into an existing ride? Do so. Can you walk to the post office, store or library? Walking or riding a bike instead will increase your exercise and save money on gas at the same time. These tips will help you save on gas for your car, which will save you money in the long run.
Hopefully these tips will help you to start saving money in this bad economy. Keep pinching pennies, and remember, that eventually the economy will turn into an upwards swing again – even if it doesn’t seem to be the case anytime soon.
