Galard opened his eyes...Even if he had them open everything was so dark that having them closed wouldn't make any difference. However he knew where he was...His own grave and by some reason he knew it was late night. WIth his vampire strenght punched the coffin made of stone and got free.
He looked at his surrondings, there were more graves than he remembered but did not pay much attention to it, right now the only iportant thing was to make sure his family was fine so he started walking...just to see his mansion in ruins

A sweet scent mingled with the smell of decaying leaves and the body of a dead animal somewhere near the edge of the woods. Theodora's nosed twitched as the delicious smell wafted in her direction. She sat up and opened her eyes, she looked around and noticed a lone figure walking in her direction. She pushed herself off from the ground to a standing position. When she did so, she noticed that something was clenched tight her hand.Upon looking down she saw that it was a small hand dagger.
"Please... can you help me..." Theodora called out to the figure. The figure, taking notice of her approached her. As it did, Theodora noticed that it was a young boy and that the sweet smell was coming from him.
"What is the problem Miss?" The boy called back, walking faster to help a young girl in distress.
"I don't know where I am and... I'm so hungry...." Theodora sniffed the air. "You smell so sweet..." She reached out to him with the hand that held the dagger. Upon seeing the dagger, the boy paused for a moment before continuing to approach Theodora more slowly.
"Are you hurt? Whose dagger is that?"
Theodora stumbled over to the boy and laid a hand on his shoulder. "I'm so...hungry." There was a flash of silver as the dagger in Theodora's hand slashed across the boys throat. She let the body hit the ground, then she climbed on top of him and bit into his neck, draining all of the boy's blood. After she finished drinking, she stood and started moving towards the town she saw in the distance with only one person's face in her head.

Mary woke, laying under a tree in her garden. She stood up and looked around, things were different, they had changed. Mary walked into her home and found it empty. She had nothing but her clothes ad the weird sword in her hand.

"It was a dark and stormy night....."

That was how most scary stories began, a cold and lonely cemetery of cracked and moss covered gravestones, alight by a sinister streak of lightning and a deafening crash of thunder raging through the ominous dark clouds above, all while the rain poured heavily upon the foreboding scene. However, this story did not begin as such. True, there was a great and terrible storm billowing through the tumultuous black skies above the quiet little hamlet nestled between the forest, the mountains and the sea, but rather than taking place in a graveyard of ghostly fog and mist or a decrepit, old house wrought with an uspeakable evil, this story began upon the cracked and muddy cobblestone streets of the village, whereupon lied the disrobed and disheveled corpse of a young woman, protruding from her belly a once magnificent, shimmering rapier, now crimsoned and marred with her blood. The rain drizzled over her deathly pale skin, seeping into the ruby-ish puddle that oozed from her ghastly, gaping wound, and her hair, as dark as ravens' feathers, clung wet to her fragile, lifeless expression forever frozen upon her beautiful face. Suddenly with a loud crack of thunder, the woman sprung to life and wrenched herself from the ground crying painfully into the stormy night. She ripped from her belly the accursed weapon, only to realize.....it was hers.... "Aquilius....." Faintly she whispered clutching the hilt of the sword fraily in her dainty fingers. Much more to her baffled astonishment, the wound upon her belly healed instantly, not a scratch remaining, skin smooth as porcelain. "I.....I'm alive...? But.....this cannot be. I was.......I was....." Murdered..... She was viciously and coldly struck down in her own home, but by whom? To identify her attacker, the woman had not the faintest of evidence. All that she had seen before her wicked demise....were shadows...an infinite sea of black... Try as she may to recollect the killer's face, or rather any feature, it had all came as a blur to her. Who were they? Why did they kill her? Such questions, such inquiries....they plagued her mind with a pulsating ache. She felt dizzy, almost nauseous from her rude awakening, her return from the gaping jaws of Hell into the land of the living. "My manor.....I must return there...." Perhaps upon the scene of her murder, Erza may find some answers.

a dead body was lying down on the ground with a knife stuck in his throat...... all of a suddenly the corpse sprung to life and pulled the knife out of his neck and gasped then clutched his throat [ugh what happened? is that a knife in my throat!] the dead person was me of course my name is altair and this is my story

altair stood for a while and then had a big pain in his head [i am altair] altair walked around and noticed a ruined mansion [galard he must die,whoever he is] when altair thought of his name he was filled with rage [hes responsible for this! its his fault! he must die!] altair screamed out of rage and got angry [where the heck am i! maybe this galard guy has answers!]

altair wandered around for a bit trying to find out who he was and then noticed a man [hes galard i know he is HE MUST PAY!] and then ran up to him and raised his knife in the air and ran at galard attempting to stab him in the head

[altair has a big hatred for galard because of what he did to him in his past life but altair doesn't really remember anything due to being resurrected as a vampire]

Galard was just standing there watching the ruins, he did not want to get closer, looking at the destroyed building he figured out about his family's terrible fate.
Suddenly he was interrupted by a man running at him with a dagger, Galard pulled out "his" sword.
"Who are you!?" He asked with an unhuman grave voice, his eyes turned bright red because of the anger and the veins around his eyes poped out

It was a long and arduous trip through the shadowed forest of pines barefoot, or rather barely clothed, in the rain. Erza managed to pilfer from a nearby clothesline a heavily dampened bed sheet to wrap around her exposed form, but even that wasn't enough to hinder the on-setting chills traversing up and down her spine and through her quivering legs with each shaky step through the mud and the mire. As she tarried through the seemingly endless shadows of the forest, her mind continued pondering upon the mystery of her death. Somehow, someone was able to slip past her ever watchful servant Bartleby and creep their way into her secluded manor, past the lounging room and onward to her private study.....where the assailant practically gutted her with Aquilius. But still, think as much as she could of her grisly murder, the killer....still remained an enigma. Could it have been Bartleby? No.....Bartleby was too much of a coward to lift a sword, let alone one of his steely fingers to an aggressor. The killer could've already done away with him, then have been on their bloody way to ending Erza's life. But speaking of Bartleby......only he and his mistress knew the location of the manor in the forest, but.....there was also another who had such knowledge of the place and its surrounding terrain.... Galard! So you bloody cheat, you thought you could take care of a few business assets, hmm? Eliminate the competition. Such I would expect from a sniveling coward the likes of you, too bloody superior to stain your own hands red! Well you rotten slag, I've returned, and for stealing away my soul, In repentance I shall have yours!

Bitter was the black haired woman with crimson eyes, hellish embers flickering amidst the vengeful flames scathing Erza inside with a fearsome intensity. Oh yes....retribution would be hers. First, she would discover who it was whom Galard hired to commit such a dastardly deed. Then, with the very blade which snuffed out her life, she would quarter mercilessly the heartless bastard and scatter his pieces amidst Galard, before finally wrenching her hand deep into the sniveling merchant's vile chest and ripping out his atrocious heart.

The blood soaked girl stumbled into the town, searching desperately for the male. She didn't know his name, she only knew his face and that he was important to her some how. As she entered the town it started storming. The rain fell fast, but lightly, washing off the blood that covered her, leaving a trail of scarlet as she walked. With every turn Theodora became more confused. She remembered she had once lived in this town.... or was it visited? She couldn't remember anything other than her name, the faces that popped in and out of her mind, and how delicious that boy's blood tasted.
Theodora rounded a corner just as a crash of thunder was heard from overhead.The timid girl let out a screech at the same moment as she came upon a motionless body laying in the middle of the street with a sword through it's stomach. Theodora drew closer to the body.
She looks familiar....
Theodora bent down and gently removed some of the raven black hair that concealed the girl's face.
I can see her face in my head....but I can't remember her name....
Another clap of thunder from overhead sent Theodora flying into the air and scurrying a few feet away from the body. "I-it can't be... she was dead just a minute ago. I thought I just saw her chest move...." Then she started to notice the body moving. Theodora raced behind a nearby hut and watched intently as the dead body rose from the ground, removed the sword, and running in a predetermined direction.
Maybe if I follow her, she will lead me to the man I am looking for.... Theodora ran from hut to hut, trying to be quite as she followed the mysterious newly risen corpse out of town and into the forest.

'to be honest i don't f*&#%ing know who the heck i am!' altair yelled as held the knife in the air and attempted to cut open galards throat [yeah why am i trying to kill him? doesn't matter he deserves to die either way]

-[altair hates galard in his past life and when he died he hated him even more, since he was resurrected as a vampire the only thing that he remembers is that he hates galard]

Glard used hias sword to block the attack and then jumped back with great speed.
"What are you doing...Leave now and i'll forget this ever happened...Stay and you'll fall under my blade" Galard said with a demonic voice.

[is this really smart?] 'not unless you die first!' altair yelled as he swung his blade and a fireball came out of his hand [what the fu*&!] the fireball created a giant explosion sending altair flying into a building "ugh!" altair yelled as his back hit a concrete wall [who the heck am i!]

After a perilous journey on foot through the forest, Erza....was finally home. She crept towards the large wooden doors of the foreboding manor obscured in a thick, mesmerizing mist and threw them open as lightning illuminated the area for only a few stray seconds, thunder rattling the empty halls. Erza sauntered into the cold and lonesome manor that was once her home. How long had she been gone, she pondered strolling through the atrium, the lighting outside dancing across the large crystalline windows and giving the paintings that adorned the walls a ghostly glimmer of pale, flickering light. It seemed as if she were lost in the chasm of Hell for ages, but upon seeing the unmarred state of her lavish abode, it remained not a victim of time's graceful passage, so in theory....she was only dead for a few days, maybe hours. How good it felt to be home once again, out of the rain.....but her manor....it was as empty as her very heart. Bartleby, either he too was struck down by Galard's loathsome mercenary, or the coward fled with his tail between his legs, much the latter was to Erza's chagrin. As she tarried further onwards, something caught her by the ear....footsteps, the very same she heard while she struggled through the muddy forest, but dared not to look back as reaching home was her current goal in mind. Hastily the woman whirled around, drawing fiercely the still-bloodied blade of Aquilus towards her new assailant.....but upon seeing a familiar face, a young, beautiful face with such delicate features, such captivating eyes that stared into the deep red of Erza's....the woman lowered her sword and released it from her hand, falling to the ground with a clink as she whispered a name, "......Theodora...." Erza fell to her knees before the girl in disbelief, clasping her hands upon the soft shoulders of the girl....the very girl who enslaved her heart with but a passing glance. "My dearest......could it possibly be you? How did you.....? Were you the one following me?"

Mary wandered for a bit, sword in hand, aware of her surroundings, prepared to attack if anyone approached her, but she didn't think that anyone would. She was just a baker's daughter. No one knew the abuse she had went through. Both of her parents had hated her, but no one seemed to notice or care. Mary was a no one. She didn't have any importance but she wanted that to change.

Theodora followed the strange girl to a mansion that was surrounded by mist. A gasp escaped from her mouth and her eyes grew large as memories of feasts and meetings flooded her head. She stopped just inside the doorway, forgetting for the moment that was supposed to be hiding. Her eyes scanned the empty room, she could hear the laughs bouncing off the stone walls and the voices growing louder as more people arrived and they had to talk over each other. When the women noticed her, it was too late for Theodora to run and hide. She grew rigid as the woman touched her shoulders.
"H-how do you know my name?" Her voice quivered with fear and confusion. She looked up and searched the room with her grey eyes. "Why do I know this place.... why do I know you? I'm so scared... I attacked a boy...." Her eyes became distant as she recalled the events of the night. "I wondered into this familiar town and turned every corner looking for... for a man... I don't remember his name...Then I found... you." The terrified girl focused on the woman kneeling in front of her. "You were dead... you were DEAD!! How are you here!? HOW ARE YOU HERE?!?!" Tears started streaming from her eyes and she collapsed into a ball on the floor, sobbing and rocking back and forth.

after a while of lying down in a pile unconscious, altair finally woke up and saw that galard was nowhere insight [was that really smart attacking him? why did i attack him anyways?] and saw a house, altair with no place to go he got up and started to look around and then saw a house] all of a sudden altair remembered something



[so thats why i hate him why was i even fired? how did i die? i guess i'll remember more later] altair looked through a window and saw two girls talking to each other in a empty room one of them was crying and lying down on the floor [maybe they have answers?]

After the encounter with Alatair Galard headed to the bar, where he died. People looked at him not able able to understand if Galardwas aliveir if it was a ghost.
He walked into the tavern.
"Y-you died! how could this be!?" The owner shouted

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Theodora followed the strange girl to a mansion that was surrounded by mist. A gasp escaped from her mouth and her eyes grew large as memories of feasts and meetings flooded her head. She stopped just inside the doorway, forgetting for the moment that was supposed to be hiding. Her eyes scanned the empty room, she could hear the laughs bouncing off the stone walls and the voices growing louder as more people arrived and they had to talk over each other. When the women noticed her, it was too late for Theodora to run and hide. She grew rigid as the woman touched her shoulders. "H-how do you know my name?" Her voice quivered with fear and confusion. She looked up and searched the room with her grey eyes. "Why do I know this place.... why do I know you? I'm so scared... I attacked a boy...." Her eyes became distant as she recalled the events of the night. "I wondered into this familiar town and turned every corner looking for... for a man... I don't remember his name...Then I found... you." The terrified girl focused on the woman kneeling in front of her. "You were dead... you were DEAD!! How are you here!? HOW ARE YOU HERE?!?!" Tears started streaming from her eyes and she collapsed into a ball on the floor, sobbing and rocking back and forth.

She was a bit frightened herself by the sudden stir of terror in Theodora, shaken by the girl's tortured sobs and whimpers as Theodora fell to the dusty floor below, curling into a quivering shape and practically rolling around on the floor. "Theodora! Theodora!" Erza called to the young lass, a pang of deep concern resounding through her loud voice, which gently died into a soft whisper as she knelt down to console the girl. "Theodora, shhhh...." Rather hesitant, the woman's hand moved to the girl's locks of dark, flowing hair, brushing them away from Theodora's face glistened with tears. "It's okay, love. I.....I'm not sure by what means I have cheated death, nor am I certain how you had come to find me. Perchance....it was merely the will of the Fates." Continuously her steady hand caressed the young girl's face. Theodora....my sweet......how I have missed you...... How I have longed to feel your radiance upon my skin......to see your glimmering eyes...... "I know you are afraid, Theodora....but now....you are safe with me." But....as for your master? Wherever he may tread, death shall tarry. I will be certain this night he breathes his final breath and asphyxiates on blood as I slit his throat. Then......then Theodora.....instead of his servant.......she will be mine. Yes.....mine to hold....mine to forever adore. I shall have her and all that greedy wretch Galard has pillaged from me.....

Theodora didn't cringe or shake away the comforting hand. She let her cries echo in the room before she finally relaxed to a quite sobbing, then a heavy breathing, then finally she lay still for a moment. After she had collected her thoughts she sat up and looked into the eyes of the woman in front of her.
"Answer me this. How do you know my name and how did you come back to life? There is something strange going happening in this town. Please, if you know me...or knew me... please help me."
Theodora's grey eyes grew wide as she stared up at Ezra, She was gripping Ezra's top so hard her knuckles were turning white and desperation was visible on every line of her face. The girl took a quick glance outside and noticed that it had grown lighter, that the sun was coming up. I feel as if I am growing weaker.... She thought, but she never left go of Ezra, her only hope of finding answers to the questions that rattled her to the core.

altair decided to go to a bar in hopes of finding out how he was,

altair opens the door and see galard standing in the middle of the bar talking to the owner [!] altair yelled at galard "Hey I'm back"