The Legendary Twelve: Back Stories 1-3 *Alucard Complete*

[Buff_]

This is not a copy of brandobrawl's Runouw's Forum, this is just a fun thing I thought I'd do when the name came up in the "Mods please consider" topic. These stories contain, the things like how the people found out that they had powers and so on. I hope people like it.

Buffooner’s Story
Chapter 1- The find
He always new he was different. From when he was 7 years old, he found that there was something odd. Able to control water, and create fire? Now that was weird, but he swore he would sometimes shine and start flying but would always wake up in bed like it was a few seconds later.

Buffooner had been drinking some water when he noticed that it never seemed to run out. There was no breeze, or anything to keep him from being dehydrated except from his water bottle, and yet he had had it for hours constantly taking sips to rehydrate himself. Buffooner was lying in a field, away from other people, keeping to himself dwelling in his thoughts. There is something different about me, he thought.

As he was relaxing, a kid with black hair and a gang behind him walked up to Buffooner.
“Oi, you”, the kid said.
“Yes”, Buffooner replied reluctantly.
“Wha’ you doing here, this is our turf”
“Our?”
“Yeah, me and my mates come here to hang out, so can you like get off!”
“What are you talking about? I’m not getting in your way, why do I have to move?”
“Because otherwise, you’re dead”
“So are you asking for a fight? Is that what you want?”
“Ooooh, come on then”

Buffooner was anxious; he had never really done fighting before. Since Judo was defensive, he didn’t use it that much.
“ Ruff him up” said a girl, who was part of the gang.
And so it begins, Buffooner thought. At first it was a first few jabs, but then it became serious. The kid, later Buffooner found out the he was called Leondebom. Leondebom was lunging and punching as hard as he could, while Buffooner was dodging out the way, but got the occasional fist stuck in his mouth. It was getting rough, and Buffooner was taking a quick sip when he noticed that the bottle was full again. On instinct, he threw the bottle at Leondebom while it was still open and instinctively moved his hands in a wave motion that thrust the water out of the bottle and into Leondebom. Wow, Buffooner thought, not only can I make water, but control too. I wonder what other powers I have.
“Wha.. wha’?”, says Leondebom questioningly.
“I threw a bottle at you”, Buffooner replies.
“Bu.., but you made some kind of hand movement and then I’m wet” Leondebom says half scared. He looks at his gang for reinsurance, but finds scared looks on all their faces. “I’m getting out of here” As soon as he says that, he turns and runs towards his gang.

Walking home, Buffooner was testing out his newly found powers, making water go to and fro between hands. He was laughing, this must be a dream, he thought, but the more he thought about it, the less likely it could be. He had been punched and it had hurt, and you can’t feel anything while being asleep. So, as a usual day goes, Buffooner walks into his house at 5 o’clock, does his usual routine and goes to bed. His last thought before his head touched the pillow was…. I could help put out fires….

Chapter 2- Powers?
I like the feeling of being near a nice warm fire. Its warmth brin…. wait what! FIRE!
Buffooner woke up with a start. The room was blazing, the curtains had been turned to ashes and his bed was in flames under him. And yet, against all odds, he was unharmed and flying. Wow, he thought, and then crashed to the ground.
***
It had been 3 years since the fire. It was amazing that he had survived unharmed. Physically, Buffooner had not been harmed, but emotionally he had. After minutes of being trapped, an unknown force had blasted through his house like a tornado. In fact, he suspected that he did it himself, but he still did not know how the fire had started. Weird things had been happening as of late, earthquakes, tornadoes, fires and floods. Also, Buffooner had started to get mood swings, and these disasters always seemed to happen somewhere near, and when he either got really happy, or very moody. Buffooner’s living quarters was the only place on the street not to have been hit by any of these disasters, except for the fire a few years ago. There was something nagging at his brain, is it me would be his general thought. Buffooner needed somewhere to test it out and fast, these disasters were getting out of hand, and his chance had just arrived.
That next day, Buffooner was getting ready to go. He looked into his deep blue eyes and saw something there, different from other people’s eyes. Shrugging it off, he put his fingers through his rough hair straightening it and left. It was a bright Saturday morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing in the trees, how could have a disaster have happened only a few days ago. Buffooner traveled to his local mountain pass. Over the next few days he walked through the mountain pass until getting to the heart of it. And was it beautiful. It was filled with life. On trees, in the water, everywhere. There was a stream rushing past, it was very clear and filled with fish. The trees were filled with animals from monkeys to birds. The perfect place, he thought.
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Buffooner had been practising for a few days now. It seemed to him like he could control the elements. Weirdly enough, this included the classic four elements and wood and metal. He had been manipulating the water from the river to his hearts content, with the occasional task of creating his own water, manipulating it into shapes, then blasting it out of the air with a quick fire ball from his hands. Buffooner had made a shelter out of earth. It was a struggle to begin with since he did not know he had the power, but it quickly became easier. He was now up to a level, where a few hand and feet movements were suffice to make a shelter big enough for five full sized adults. As well as all this, he also was able to change the air currents around him, enabling him to float downwards and hit things from afar.
This was the life, free food, powers, what more could you want? As Buffooner was relaxing and thinking about this, a SPAMBOT appeared from around the corner. Buffooner was oblivious to the fact that a SPAMBOT had appeared, it was sneaking about carefully. Then it started doing what it came here to do. It was burning down the trees, spouting fire from its mouth and arms. While doing this, it was shouting random messages, advertising through a speaker in its chest. This is when Buffooner noticed this; the wood behind him was giving out a bright light, and unbearable heat. Luckily this is when he was able to use his new powers in battle, his chance to finally prove that it was worthy to get powers.

Chapter 3- The fight
He was hiding behind the unburned trees, occasionally sending blasts of uncontrolled air energy around trying the put out the fires. Buffooner wasn’t very adept at using that yet. This wasn’t for long since as soon as Buffooner was about to attack, the SPAMBOT was gone. No trace, just a lot of stumps of trees. He looks back and forth, but there’s no sign when WHAAM! , a punch in the face comes out of nowhere. This is time to get serious, he thought, dodging another punch to the face.
“I am GayManLikesYou, watch porn at….” The rest was muffled. Buffooner had shot large rocks at the SPAMBOT jamming the speaking system.
“Silence, you don't deserve to talk” Buffooner said threateningly. At that moment, the SPAMBOT lands another punch in the face, then another, then a fury of attacks all strengthened by oncoming fire from the SPAMBOT’s arms.
Buffooner rolled out from under the fury of attacks, stepped up and through a fist full of fire at the SPAMBOT. This was instantly absorbed because the SPAMBOT’s element was fire itself. He ran towards the water, with the SPAMBOT hot on his trail. He looked at the stream, and an idea came to him. He waited until the SPAMBOT was near enough, then picked up a giant bubble of water and threw it straight at the SPAMBOT. Naturally, this should have done damage, but this was not a normal SPAMBOT. It deflected the water with a wave of it’s hand scattering the water droplets onto the floor, and seemed to take no damage from Buffooner’s other attacks.
Buffooner was getting angry, frustratingly angry. Anything he tried was deflected back. The SPAMBOT was learning, fast. This was time of drastic action. Buffooner’s pupils widened, a glowing sheen appeared around his body, and he started to fly.
“YOU HAVE BURNED DOWN THIS WOOD”, cried Super Buffooner, “AND FOR WHAT, YOUR OWN GAIN?” The SPAMBOT was cowering in fear, seeing this really made it rethink its cause of action. “AND FOR THIS, YOU PAY THE ULTIMATE PRICE”. Carrying on, Super Buffooner carries on, getting all 6 elements to shaping it into a ball, and thrusting it at the enemy.

What a sight to see that. A ball made of fire, water, wood, air, metal and earth condensed tightly together, fired straight at an enemy, who was then blasted into pieces leaving nothing but a scarred piece of earth. Now that’s power.

The SPAMBOT exploded into oblivion, Super Buffooner looked around amazed at his own power. He was looking at his hands when a great tiredness came over him. He powered down, now just Buffooner again. He looked at the devastation the SPAMBOT had caused, the trees were burning, and there were dead animals. The place was in ruins. Buffooner had to get away, far away from here. He had caused this devastation with the battle against the SPAMBOT. He had to get away.

Chapter 4- The mini chapter-Gone Away
Buffooner sprinted through the country side, using his ability to control air to push him, and to create no air resistance against him, trying hard not to think on the devastation of the wood. Why would a SPAMBOT be there?, he thought. He was thinking what happened over and over in his mind, when he saw someone in the distance. That someone was on top of a hill, with three other just coming over. Suddenly, they showed signs of powers, one was flying. They must be here for the same reason as me, Buffooner thought as he headed towards them, smiling, knowing that he now had a purpose. That SPAMBOT was only the taster, there’s more to come if I don’t help.

[Buff_]

I don't have the time now. When this message is gone, all the italics and bolds should be in here.Also all the things I have missed out will be here.


MIC’s Story
Chapter 1
Marioiscool254 looked across the starry sky, watching, waiting. His muscled clenched at the sound of an oncoming object. He turned around and vanished.
***
“Hey guys!” shouted marioiscool254, “guys?”
“Over here MIC” replied his brother. Marioiscool254’s twin brother Luigiiscool452 was huddled, with a few others, around a sword. MIC walked over to them to see what they were looking at.
“Wow… 500 years old and still shiny”
“Now that’s some seriously sharp sword”
“Er… guys, this exhibit is closing, we’d bet…” MIC was cut-off by the sight of the sword, but was then pulled away by LIC.
“You were saying?” he asked.
“Yeah, erm right… We’d better go before they close”
MIC turned around to have a last look at the sword, which he swore had a face etched in it. Weird, he thought as he continued to walk. As he was leaving, four people emerged, separated and headed for the museum.
“Hey MIC, you there?” LIC waved his hand in front of MIC’s face, awakening him from his daydream. The others laughed.
“Eh, what? Oh sorry” MIC replied. And so they walked off, happily ever after.
***
Chapter 2
Or not as it would seem, his story goes on. There are no happy endings, even when you think it’s the end, it’s not. This story is in fact not about happy endings, nor the non-happy endings. This is a story of no.6 of The Legendary Twelve, and how he came to be part of that team.

MIC had been experiencing vivid dreams recently, ever since his encounter with the sword they had been coming every night. He would see four other people standing in different parts of the world as and a fifth person walking up slowly towards them, and there was also the words Legendary Twelve floating above. MIC woke with a start; he shook his head, waking himself up. He was in his brother’s room, again. He had seemed to have developed sleep walking as whenever he woke up from one of his vivid dreams, he always seemed to have woken up somewhere else. There also seemed to be things that had moved. It must be all this stress, he thought to himself, I’ve been doing odd jobs all week. MIC had in fact been recruited into Runouw’s forum and was doing jobs here and there to help out. Many people had joined and currently there were only two mods, but there was a rumour going round that there some else was going to be chosen. The Legendary Twelve he thought, as he remembered the dream, is that like some kind of superhero group? Or a name for some people who are legendary?
“What are you doing here again?” demanded LIC. MIC was startled by the appearance of his brother.
“I...I dunno, I must have been sleep walking again”
“We should put a lock on your door, and keep it locked. This is happening too much!” LIC went to a draw and pulled out a big black and gold lock. “This is the lock I’m going to use. After you are in your room for the night, this is going on and you cannot get out until morning.” MIC was surprised at how aggressive LIC was being. This was not his usual behaviour.
Later that day, MIC was rummaging through the storage in the Off-Topic forum when he came across a box, floating in mid-air. It seemed to be a trick of the light since it looked like it was on a shelf.
“No way” said a user of Runouw.com walking in, “how did you get that to float?”
“What? And who are you?” said MIC alarmed at the fact someone else was here.
“I’m Buffooner, but you can call me Buff. So how..? Buffooner points to the box.
“I dunno what you’re talking about. It’s a trick of the light”
“No this is real, that box is floating and you are the clearly the cause of it”
“But I…I…. it can’t be true. Stuff like that doesn’t happen” MIC twisted around sharply moving his arms in an arc, making the box smash against the wall, splinters flying everywhere.
“Clearly it does, well I’m off. See you around” Buffooner walked off into the distance. When out of site MIC heard a splash, like that from a tidal wave.
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“We now have two people on our hands” said Buffooner
“What? So now we have the half-vampire and this microphone person?” asks aznchau4ever
“It’s marioiscool254 or MIC as his friends call him. I checked his profile” corrects Buffooner
“So who do we go for first? You found us on your own Buff, but I don’t know about these two?” said MetaRL123 cutting in.
“MIC seems bright enough. He seems to dismiss his powers, like he doesn’t know them, but he should come around. What do you think Sam? ”
“I say Buff, you go with Azn to befriend MIC and Meta and I will try to find and stop this Alucard person. We need more in the group if we have a chance of stopping it” said samgamereviews, coming to a decision.
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Chapter 3
MIC couldn’t believe it, it couldn’t be true. He was holding the sword of Alucard! MIC had gone back to the museum to look at the sword again, and it was outside of the case YES! Ever since he had seen this, he had wanted to hold it, it seemed like it was part of him.
Azn was hiding in the shadows watching MIC hold up the sword. Buffooner was up on the balcony, staring at the sword, watching. Alucard, was there and they both knew it. He wanted his sword back and would go to any measures to get it. Buffooner and Azn had been warned to keep their eyes out for Alucard, and there he was, latched onto the ceiling as a bat. Azn was staring at the black bug, looking for any signs of movement. Buffooner was watching MIC, who was alone now slowly putting the sword in it’s…. Buffooner looked up; Alucard had appeared and was aiming to crush MIC.
The battle was short and fast. Alucard flew down, deflected Buffooner’s oncoming blasts of fire and metal daggers, stopped Azn with vampire magic and made for MIC. MIC had just enough time to react. Upon impact, MIC vanished with the sword and Alucard.
Aaah, what’s happening? MIC couldn’t see anything, well not much anyway. It was pitch black, but there was a cool breeze. Where am I?
As MIC’s eyes adjusted, he found himself in a dark cave beyond Runouw’s Forum. He saw a person next to him on the floor. He remembered that this guy jumped on him, but for what he didn’t know. The sword of Alucard was lying next to him, still unscathed but this time it seemed as though it was glowing. It was no good lying there, so MIC got up and walked outside. Brrrrrrr. The wind was much stronger out here, and was much colder. He had left his jacket next to the unconscious male. No point now, I’ll just wait out here. He heard a snuffling. Frozen to the spot, MIC stopped moving. When 5 minutes had passed, he relaxed a little, looked into the night sky and waited for the man to wake up.
And so he waited. It was at least 2 hours before he heard him wake up. MIC continued to watch the starry sky, waiting for the sound of an awake person, when he heard a growl. It wasn’t an urgh or wake me up growl. It was a threat. MIC wasn’t going to take this, he was going to get away from this person and make sure that they don't follow him ever, and so turned around and vanished.

Chapter 4-Number six
Runouw’s forum was in chaos. MIC had teleported back to go back to normal life when he found himself in the city and there were hackers and spammers everywhere. He glanced at the big clock in the middle. Days had gone past since he was holding Alucard’s sword. So long, and yet felt so short. There were users in pain everywhere. The mods of the city were fighting fiercely. An extra person was with them, who MIC suspected as the new mod. He looked around, there was a spammer coming for him, and so he disappeared again.
This time, MIC appeared in the museum. Ok, I now know that I can teleport. Wow, weird.
“Aahh there you are” said samgamereviews.
“What?”
“You must be shocked after finding your power” said MetaRL123.
“Hey, give him a break. He’s just got here. Now, I formally invite you to join The Legendary Twelve” said Buffooner looking in.
“I’ve heard that before. Ok, I’ll join, but why?” MIC was breathing heavily.
“You have powers that can help us. Buff told us that you can move objects with your mind, and now it seems that you can teleport. We are fighting a great evil that has yet to come and we need the rest of the group if we are going to defeat it. We have been chosen, all twelve of us, now we need to find the rest of them so we can save this planet” said samgamereviews.
“You say there’s twelve, what number am I then?”
“You are number six. That person you teleported away was number five. He is called Alucard, the Alucard and right now he is sorting out some unfinished business.” The four members told MIC about their powers and decided that they could help him.
“I now have a request for you. Come with me to Runouw’s Forum. There are spammers everywhere and I think you are the right people for the job.”

Chapter 5-The ruined city
MIC had teleported the four members of The Legendary Twelve, and they were fighting for their lives. Buffooner was using the elements, samgamereviews using lightning, aznchau4ever using his signature attack ‘Force of the Heavens’ and MetaRL123 using his spikes to pierce any enemies coming his way. MIC was using an axe and his telekinesis abilities. The fight was on. Most of the members of Runouw’s Forum had retreated to places like the Off-Topic and Serious Discussion forums since the Gaming forum had been destroyed. MIC was sweating. Perspiration was on his brow, wiping it off he saw his brother LIC being attacked by many of the spammers. They had swarmed him, but he was fighting fiercely. MIC watched as his brother’s efforts were fruitless as he was carried away and pierced on a spike.
“Nooooooo” MIC called. This is personal now, he thought. Angered built up inside him, and he started teleporting like mad, and using his telekinesis to pound sharp objects at the spammers. MIC had a thought, and he was going to use it. Teleporting, MIC appeared inside one of the spammer’s bodies which exploded into a shower of blood and guts. Repeating this over and over quickly destroyed over half of the army of spammers. Vanishing again, he appeared in front of his brother.
“MIC, do..n’t do..this..don’t become a.. kil..ler like …the..se people…” wheezed LIC, holding onto his last breath. MIC quickly took him off the spike and laid him down. Emotions were exploding in him. Sadness and grief at the same time, he suddenly didn’t care what happened. His brother was as good as dead, lying there, bleeding. He might as well die.
Spammers by the dozen were being destroyed. The four members and the mods were taking out stragglers. Only a few were left, one where MIC was. This is it, he thought; time to meet my brother again. The spammer attacked. Darkness engulfed him.

Chapter 6
Meta was going through the remains of the spammers, picking up anybody who was still alive and taking them back to be nursed back to health. They had found MIC; on the verge of death, sam had saved him. Using his speed, he had sneaked up behind the spammer and slit its throat. He was being treated. Amazingly, LIC had survived the ordeal but was badly injured and would always have a bruise going through his stomach. The thing was, LIC shouldn’t have been there. He wasn’t part of Runouw’s forum but when he had heard noises and battle cries, he investigated and ended up thick in the action.
After a while, MIC was awake, but badly injured, Runouw walked in behind many bodyguards.
“Aaahh” he said, “so these are the famous five members of The Legendary Twelve. I heard you helped defeat the army of spammers. And so for this I have granted you membership here. I have also built a temple for you up the hill so you can use this city as a base. And with that I leave” Runouw walked out as mysteriously as he came. No-one could find him afterwards. He was like a physical ghost. Here this moment, then gone the next.

1 year later

MIC was living in the temple. His brother had moved away so he could forget what had happened, but MIC had decided to stay here with The Legendary Twelve. He knew now more than ever that he was meant to do something in the world, save people like his brother. Stop this said evil that samgamereviews had talked about. He got up, left his room and headed out the temple.

[Buff_]

Alucard's Story

I wake to the sound of scratching, typical in this kind of place. I was anticipating the fight, the duel. What would be the outcome? My death, or my father’s? They were the only two outcomes. I couldn’t let my father live, and he would go to all means to get the job done. I glanced at my sword, it was the only comfort I had left.

Hey I’m Alucard, and I’m dhampir or a half-vampire. My mother, Lisa was human while my father Dracula, as you can guess was a vampire. For two years I have taken arms against my father. I used to look up to him, train in the ways of being a vampire, but his ways now disgust me. I have now recruited many vampire hunters and we are fighting to save mankind from his evil wrath.
***
I check the ensuing battle from the reports. We are winning. Hope at last. For at least two months, we have been low on food and water and there was no way of getting anymore without perishing in the battle.
“General, how is it going?” I asked.
“We have lost many men, but we have killed far more.” The general replied. “The count is great, but we will be victorious”.
“Knowing my father, he will stop at nothing to get rid of mankind”
“I know your story Alucard, many people here think it is a myth, it has been proved wrong!”
“It’s not” I say quietly, turning away.
“At the minute that is not the problem. If we are going to win this war, we need help”
“There are no reinforcements to spare” I sighed, “I’ll go” I left, heading down towards the battle, closing in on death.

Alucard’s memories 1

I ran, not looking back. He was gaining, and I knew it. What used to be father and son was now two mortal enemies battling. Fire versus fire. Dracula shoots bolts of magic at my head, which I counteract with my own magic. He’s bigger, stronger and more powerful than I am, but I have an advantage over him. I’m smaller, more agile and I don’t have the weaknesses that a vampire does. I jumped behind the nearest wall to regain my breath.
“Come on out son. There’s no need to be afraid” I hear from around the corner. I wait, I must not be tempted. “Come on out”. My thoughts flash towards my daggers, which I took out of my dagger holster. I then decided what I had to do.
“Hey father!” I shouted, “I’ve reconsidered your offer. You now get a DAGGER!” At that moment I threw a magically infused dagger at the vampire, and ran for my life.
“Ah, and so the hunt begins” Dracula murmured to himself.
***
DAMN! I don’t know this castle. It has all these twists and turns that I never learned about. Argh. I should have explored this castle more than training to be a swordsman. I saw at least five different exits from one route, who bloomin’ designed this castle? I looked at each one, all of them seemingly the same, but there should be one subtle difference. A scratch or a colour in the wrong place, but what?
I had been searching for a few minutes when I heard footsteps. Immediately I increased the rate in which I search. I was searching franticly for any signs at all that would lead me out. I started breathing through my nose, calming myself down. And then I smelt it. It was faint, but definite. One route smelt clear, as though it was a clear route. A way outside! I had no time left, so I left. I rushed down it, heading straight into a fist.
“Well well well, what do we have here?” My last sight before I passed out was a man, wearing the insignia of the vampire hunters.
***
I wake inside a cage, many people staring. I rub my eyes, adjusting to the brightness. I see what seems to be the leader of the group come up to me. I get knocked out again.
They’re running tests, taking my blood. I’m sedated with some drug; I can see but can’t move. What do they want with me?
I’ve been here a week. I’ve been on some drug that makes me drowsy, they never let me get up or do anything. What do they want with me?
After three weeks I was let out.
“You are free to go” said a man opening the cage door. There wasn’t a cage before. What’s going on?
“What’s going on?” I blurted out.
“We have come to say that you are free. We thought that you were a vampire, but we were…mistaken”.
“Wha’?” I say, stumbling out of the cage.
“Your blood” he explains “it’s different, but there is human blood. You are free to go”. And against all odds I was able to walk out a free man. And I was going to when a thought stuck me. They could help.
“Er…, can I ask a favour?”
“What is it?” the man sighed “I suppose you get one for being held against your will”
“I want to launch an assault against Dracula”

Slashing, stabbing, and slicing. This was my routine, my motto in battle if you like. I would hack away at the enemy; slice open their innards, killing them in the process. I swung my sword in an arc, making a clean cut through at least five. I had never really had a challenge since my fight with the general, but that was ages ago, too long. Quickly finishing off my victims, I made sure they were dead, then headed off to find more to kill.
***
Hours later, I was sitting in the stronghold waiting for reports. My inclusion in the battle had really put damage on the enemy. My enhanced strength, speed and skill enabled me to have an advantage over the enemy, and I wasn’t affected by the sunlight. A general came up to me.
“I have a report that might interest you”
“Lemme see” I replied, anxious to finish the war. Taking it out of his hands, I scanned the report. “We’re losing” I mutter. “How can this be?”
“Our loses have been great, so have theirs, but they have reinforcements. We don’t have that luxury.”
“So there’s no hope. We’ve failed.”
“We’ve also received this; a letter from your father” he said, pulling out another scroll.
“Give me that!” I snatch it away from him. I read it, taking in every last detail. It read:


Dear son,

As you know well, we are fighting and you are losing. There is no way that you can win; we vampires are stubborn and we will keep coming until you are vanquished. I am fond of you, son, and I have proposed a treaty to stop this war. To do this, you must come alone to the front of my castle, and we will battle. A battle to the death. If you win, the vampires will stop attacking, but if you die, humankind will set to be vanquished from this planet. My word.
Dracula

“I’m going to accept” I say.
“Alucard, you must not. We cannot win without your information.”
“If I don’t, the whole of the planet will be destroyed. Now fetch my horse, I have a long ride ahead.


Alucard’s memories 2

“So why do you want to launch an attack? I mean, they’re vampires.”
“You’re vampire hunters” I sigh. Looking upon the man’s face I see he wants more. “You really want to know? The leader, Dracula, is…..is my father”
“You’re joking? I mean, that would mean you’re a vampire”
“No. My mother was human”
“You’re half-vampire. A dhampir.”
“Yes. My father has something against humans, and I think he’ll try to kill you all. I have to stop him.”
“You’re pretty brave, I respect that. By the way, my name’s Matt”
***
Months later

“So you’re a general now then Matt?”
“Yeah. I’m the general around here now, the top rank” He said, beaming.
“Hey well done, now we can officially fight, I need to sharpen my skills.”
“Well if you insist” Matt said, a smile forming on his face.
The ensuing batter was quick. It was hard though. Matt swung his sword towards me, I blocked, stopping the sword midway. Taking this chance, I got a few quick jabs to Matt in the stomach. I saw him, wincing but was not fully harmed. Matt then blocked my oncoming and cut me on both sides. My anger built, my cuts were on fire. I pushed forward, forcing Matt back, attacking his sword with all my strength. When the time came, I hopped over his angry sword and sliced off his hand. My sword in hand, next to his neck. I had won! No-one had won against Matt since he first joined the group.
“My hand!” he shouted, looking at stump on his arm.
“Hey, don’t worry” I laugh. Picking up Matt’s severed hand I put it on the stump and use my vampire magic to reattach it. “There” I said, “all better”
“You continue to amaze me Alucard” he said “You being a dhampir is really useful” We share a laugh before heading to discuss the war.

I ride my horse, galloping through the woods, Matt behind me to watch my back. He was a master with a bow and arrow, taking out any stray vampires who hadn’t heard the news. We rode on, towards the might castle of Dracula.
A few hours later, we arrived, I dismiss Matt to go back to fight the war. I continue on foot, walking beside my horse when I come to a clearing. There were many vampires huddled round a large stone, Dracula in the middle.
“So you have come” Dracula said softly, not turning around.
“So this treaty, can we get on” I said, reaching for my sword.
“No!” he shouted in a burst of anger, before calming down again “you will sleep in your chambers tonight. Be ready at dawn; that is when we fight.”

I lay there; on the bed. The only comfort I’d had in years, but it wouldn’t last long. My sword lay there, shining in the moonlight, deflecting light across the walls. It gave me a glimmer of hope, the sunlight would soon come, and the vampires weak. But the fight would be underground. Dracula knows he can’t win above ground. Now, all I can do is sleep, may the best dhampir win….
I wake, the early sunlight beaming into my eyes. I rub them, get up, grab my sword and head down to the alley. Dracula was there, in a motionless stance.
“Come” he said, walking to the edge of the forest. “We battle here”
“Hmmm” I grunt. Why isn’t it underground?
“We will start in five, four, three…” I take my stance, unsheathing my sword; I get ready for the blow. It wasn’t there, instead was a fully charged magical ball of energy. Hitting me straight in the chest, I get blown backwards further into the forest. He shoots another, which I defect with my sword. I send my own magical bolt at Dracula, before advancing forward with my sword high. I jump towards him, sword high, ready to attack. I get swatted aside, another bolt of energy from my former father. More came. Dodge, dip, duck, dive and… dodge; the five things to do when blasts of energy are coming towards you.
We had been going for minutes, a long time for a battle between two people to take place. I was deflecting the bolts of magic, burning the trees, when a thought struck me. Taking my remaining dagger, I threw it at Dracula. He dodged, laughing, sent a ball of energy at me, which I defected hitting him straight in the chest. I quickly sprinted towards the hurt Dracula before stabbing him through the chest.
“Hehe, well done son” Dracula said, quietly, “you beat me at my own gain”
“You will stop attacking the humans” I demanded, my sword now at his neck.
“Yes….. but I said nothing about….dhampirs” he laughed, coughed up blood, and the darkness in his eyes cleared.
Soon, vampires by the dozen began appearing. Their eyes set to kill. I ran, sending magic behind me. I couldn’t transform, and my strength was running out. I was forced into a corner, a deep dense part of the forest. Having nowhere to run, I remember the old scripts that say you can infuse yourself into objects that you are bonded with. Using this knowledge, I quickly use my last remaining reserves of magic to connect with my sword. I was swallowed whole.

-> Seems like an eternity in here. Every minute seems like an hour.

-> Darkness. That’s all I can say, no shimmer of light anywhere.

-> The interior design is ama….NO! I must not lose my sanity.

-> Hey I can see, but what is this place. I seem to be inside a cage, with many people looking at me.

-> What’s this? There’s a boy there, what’s he doing? I seem to be pulled, I’m free!

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“I have a signal” said Buff, “it seems to be coming from the old museum.”
“Where’d you get that?” A confused Meta asked.
“I used a sample of my own DN… it doesn’t matter.”
“Isn’t that the place where they have the sword of Alucard?”
“Yes” Buff replied “I went there a few days ago, it felt strangely familiar.”
“So what’s our course of action?” Azn asked.
“We’ll go in through the main entrance, Sam, you phase through the walls to open up the door and we’ll find the 5th TLT member.
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I shake my head. This place seems much different from what I’m used to. Where am I? I look back to where I came from, and where’s my sword?
“You are in the Museum of Artifacts” A voice said from the deep, as though reading my mind.
“Who are you?” I ask, summoning magic.
“It is not who I am, but what is your name, stranger?”
“I’m…er… Alucard, but what has that got to do with it? Who are you?”
“I go by the name of Sam.” He replies calmly, “I am a friend”
“A man who won’t show himself?” I ask. The man soon steps out.
“You can help. You are one of us”
“One of what?” I ask, curious.
“You are part of the Legendary Twelve, a sacred group of fighters”
“No luck, I’m not joining”
“You are already part of it.”
“Give me a reason why I’d join you?”
“Dracula is alive, Alucard, and his army is massive. If you want to survive, join us, be rid of him, and you get a good laugh in the process.” He smirks at that, letting his guard down.
“I’ll think about it, but first, I gotta get my sword” I suddenly ran. Fire and spikes fly towards me, which I dodge and jump behind a wall. I see the windows, which I open. I quickly change into a bat and hide in the dark edges of the museum. They went.

I wait in silence, in the darkest corners of the museum. I see someone come in, a woman; she goes into a secret compartment and takes something out; my sword. I watch her put it in a case, and go to the front entrance. A boy is waiting there, clearly very excited. I’ve seen him before, when I was in my sword. He gets let in, a few others behind, and four masked people. I take no notice, they’re probably security. I note that the boy is waiting for to look at my sword, he steps up, picks it up. My time, this guy has my sword, and he’s acting like he owns it. I jump.

I transform back to my original self mid-dive. I deflect all incoming attacks. Someone new I was coming. I grab this boy, hold him tight, and then disappear. Going through space is something you don’t want to experience. I was being dragged into the void outside of this boy; it was like he was the centre of all this. At last, we come into the real world, miles away from the museum. I see the boy, I faint.
I wake to the sound of voices, one familiar, others, not so. I turn my head, and open my eyes. It’s Sam, and three other people.
“Who, who are you?” I ask, groggily.
“Ah, you are awake. I believe you have met with MIC, the boy you attacked” said Sam. I couldn’t talk much for the next few minutes, but Sam explained everything. He told me about his adventures, the people with him, Buffooner, aznchau4ever, MetaRL123, and what they do. I was really inspired, I was going to join the group.
“I’m joining your group” I said firmly.
“Ok then” Buff says, he seems to be the leader; “Close your eyes” Buff put his hands on my forehead. I feel a probe in my head, an emotional connection with him. In a few seconds it stopped.
“So what now?” I ask, thinking of an initiation process.
“Nothing” Buff replied, “you are now the fifth honouree member of The Legendary Twelve.”

[Avo]

Really good story!

You write like a professional!!

Overall great story! Can't wait for the next!!!

10/10!!!

[brandoprojectm]

That was pretty good. There are some consistency errors, and sometimes you're using words that don't go well with each other, but it's a start.

I really appreciate it not being a copy of my story, heh. You're doing well, but with time, you can do better.

[Chaukai]

Hmm... I'm really tempted to start writing stories... x.x

[MICrophone]

Awesome! This came out really nice Buff. I'm impressed!

(P.S. I'm about to start my TLT story that we discussed, set in the present instead of a background story. It will also include all members of the TLT/New Legends.)

[Ayrayen]

Yay! I liked it ^^
I want to se moar...read**
However i dont know the system your gonna use.So please pm about it >.<

[GalaxyMario]

Interesting... I am actually writing one of these forum stories myself.


Coming soon!

Super Runouw Galaxy!

[Buff_]

Yay! I liked it ^^
I want to se moar...read**
However i dont know the system your gonna use.So please pm about it >.<

If you want to be part of The Legendary Twelve, then PM me the powers you want. As one of the first 12 veterans (excluding mods) on this site you were automatically chosen for this, unless you don't want to be part of it.


EDIT: MIC forwarded your PM to me.