[littl3chocobo]

dude, sounds like something i read on aff.net XD

[Red Lion]

Originally Posted by littl3chocobo

dude, sounds like something i read on aff.net XD

Aff.Net

Never heard of it, is that a bad thing?

[littl3chocobo]

no, it just means the story sounds like a story i have already read XD

[Gallagher]

I like this Kurt guy.

Ugu, I want to post writing now, but everything that isn't just inappropes has already been posted somewhere on tris. >n>

[Red Lion]

Ah, ok.

It is in severe need of ironing out and editing. That story is from about 3-4 years ago. I was in my teens when I started writing it.

[uncledaddy]

I would consider posting something, but I don't know what. :P

[Red Lion]

Gallagher: Kurt is my favorite OC been fine tuning him for years.

In his office Grimmer let out an infuriated yell; he tried to call his men on the intercom but everything was silence. The power was down, he knew this had to be Kurt's doing, the man was just too damn clever for this to be an unfortunate coincidence.

Fumbling around his desk for a flashlight the former Colonel muttered obscenities under his breath. Damn Kurt Kraus! Damn him to hell! He'd stolen his glory during the war, he'd killed off his men, he'd killed his granddaughter. Grimmer had been a fool to keep him alive this long. He'd underestimated the man, underestimated him in a way that had cost him dearly. He'd thought of Kurt as the boy, the hapless youth of decades past. That little boy would never have accomplished all this, for the first time Colonel Grimmer was forced to acknowledge that his adversary was a man, a cunning and experienced man.

This revelation instilled fear in him. His image of Kurt as a weak, inferior, boy scout of a soldier was shattered, he'd seen the guards, and Sarah, the young man in his teens would never have been capable of that. He'd only heard stories of Kurt's ruthlessness as a full grown officer, he'd never believed them. He saw now that he should have. Now it was too late though, wasn't it? Now he was alone in his office in a dark building with a dangerous predator who was likely on his way to come and get him....

Bile rose in his throat, he was going to be sick, every thing was crashing down around him. Even now more units were being dispatched but what good would it do? In this darkness they'd never find a vampire, Kurt has successfully tipped the scale in his favor, and there was no way to stop him now. The Doctor had warned him that Kurt was dangerous, even for a vampire, but he'd been to full of himself to see...wait, that was it! The Doctor!

He finally found a flashlight and he clicked it on, if he could just get to the Doc before Kurt did then maybe he could come up with a plan! Yes! The doctor's laboratory would even have power. The Doc had insisted that the power for the lab run on its own circuit, he must have anticipated something like this would eventually happen. Kurt hadn't won yet!

...

In his laboratory on the first sub level the Doctor was busy taking the blood sample he'd gotten from Kurt and putting it into a syringe, he had no options left, it was either become a vampire or die of the infection, his arm had rotted away to nearly nothing, his fingers had decayed and fallen off and his skin, blackened and swollen, was splitting and oozing pus in places. He steeled himself and then plunged the needle into his chest and waited.

There was pain, terrible pain as he began changing. Dizzy and sick he clutched at the lab table, it was as if his entire body was rebelling against itself. His heartbeat increased to a staggering pulse before stopping and for one horrifying moment he thought he was dead, then...all was quiet. He opened his eyes and cringed, his brightly lit laboratory was to much for his eyes to bear. He groped blindly against the nearby wall until he found the switch and turned it down. With the lights dimmed he was able to see again, he felt weak and sickly but his arm no longer burned with infection. He examined it, already the swelling was going down and his skin was returning to a pinkish color as the blackness faded.

It was just as the Doctor was getting to his feet that Grimmer burst through the doors.

...

Erik Gerhardt hadn't been working as a hunter for very long, he'd only been hired a few months ago, when he'd heard that the organization he worked for captured and researched vampires he'd figured he'd struck gold with a crazy and rich employer. He thought the most he'd ever be asked to do was take a camera and try to get some sightings of vampires. Like he'd seem people on television do with the yeti...walk around and act like he was looking for things. Easy money.

Not quite, first he was shown those hideous zombie creatures in the lab, then he was actually trained to take down and fight monsters like that. He'd encountered a total of six vampires and now this Kurt Kraus he was supposed to be looking for was loose and there was no electricity. The dark halls seemed to stretch forever in all directions and the further he walked the more like a monster each shadow looked. He had nothing but a flashlight and a gun...some how he didn't think that would be enough.

It was to quiet, shouldn't he have run into the guards or the other hunters? His foot touched something soft and when he lifted it something dripped from it, he turned the beam of his light to the ground and choked back a cry. He'd just stepped into the spilled bowels of a dead guard!

Erik turned and vomited, he couldn't look at it for another second. It was as if someone or something had reached a hand into the man's body and ripped out what was inside. When he'd finished heaving he heard a scraping sound echo around him. He turned a full 360 degrees, he saw nothing, nothing but blood stains. There was another scrape and a soft clang, like a hand striking something hollow. It sounded so close, but he didn't see anyone. He strained his ears, the sound of movement again.

Then he realized where the noise was coming from. Above him...

He didn't look up, he knew that this creature was waiting for him to do so, or it would have killed him before now. He took a step, the thing above him moved. Another step and again movement, it was creeping right over head. He could hear it breathing now, heavy and anticipating. Don't look at it, it will kill you if you look at it...he said to himself. He quickened his pace a little, above him the vampire followed, it's lanky limbs propelling it forward after him. He broke into a run and the monster was right behind him. Clang, clang, clatter clang, the sound of hands and feet striking the pipes beat a terrible tattoo in his ears as it pursued him to the end of the hall. Just make it to a room and close the door! his brain screamed. He saw a room just ahead, the clanging above him was almost deafening. With a final burst of speed Erik rushed into the room and slammed the door.

He sank to his knees and heaved great choking sobs of relief. He wept loudly for several minutes before he heard a loud thump as something dropped down in front of him. He froze, after a few terrified minutes he looked up, there was a tall man staring down at him with luminous eyes and gore coating his chin and hands.

Erik didn't even have time to scream.

And this was the last post I made in the story, about a year ago I wrote this segment, I've used Kurt as a main character in RPs but haven't finished writing about his background yet.

[littl3chocobo]

and i just wanna rp XD

[Nexess]

-wanders off to the Lab- to much role play talk for my brainnnn

[Cirque]

Nexess bby come back. We can talk about fluffy animals while they talk about roleplay.

[littl3chocobo]

bluuuaaarge~ rp monster is comin' for my soul

[Red Lion]

Sorry guys' I gotta go peel spuds, back in a bit.

[littl3chocobo]

XD at least dinner will be yummy haha

[Nexess]

-Hides behind Cirque- But the Rp monster is gon get me!

[Gallagher]

Shh Nexy, is k, rp chat just means smut making.

[littl3chocobo]

XD lots of smut