A New Begining (Page 193 of 214)

Okay... Take your time
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You watch to much Japanese cartoons xD
But great, I actually like this. George had two visions... First was about Naboo and second one is his future. The duel with Razvan. George knows he couldn't defeat him so he needs to gain more power. It's easier through the dark side, but will he dare. Even if he gains that power, will he dare to find Razvan after what he saw in the vision? Interesting. Though the smoke is kinda pissing me off. But it's ok. I just don't quite understand it yet...
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George woke up from terrible nightmares he had. He was all sweat up, Is it to hot in here?
The smoke... It's inside him, he saw his sister's death again... And it wasn't the Second, it was Razvan! He started crying, it was too much for him... He wanted revenge, but know he wonders if he wants to do it... If he continues down that path he'll find only more pain, and probably death. But if he gives up, it would haunt him for the rest of his life.
He got up, took a shower, had a breakfast, and prepared his stuff for travel.

When got out of the apartment, in his blueish common clothes and a black bag, he saw that red-haired girl from yesterday. This time he didn't smile but she did. She was confused but he ignored her. He exited the building and went across the merchant's square which was very crowded towards the spaceport. He stopped buy at some markets to shop for food, and he even visited an army shop. There he bought a small knife. It could come in handy.

He arrived at the spaceport and looked for the flight board. The ship for Naboo was leaving in fifteen minutes. On board, there were people from all sides of Galaxy. Rodians, Iridonians, Humans etc... He found an empty seat, got comfortable and started thinking about should he find Razvan and get his revenge, or should he just give up. He'll may be able to live a normal life on Naboo. It is a peaceful planet.

He was still dwelling on it when the transport touched off and went to hyperspace...

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Ok this was quite boring, but I don't want to rush things up. George is troubled and needs time do deal with his issues... xD
You know, did you notice that in every RPG I'm in, my character is called George Kwei?

Yeah, I don't like Anime. But everyone has a taste of his own

So this story is about questioning one self, about one's principles and beliefs. Interesting, we'll see how it goes.
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Hey! His wife is pregnant. xD I think he won't have enough time to write with us here between his job and helping her.
Anyway, take your time, I'm really interested in what you have to write, I've got some crazy ideas of my own, when George arrives on Naboo
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Last edited by George Kwei (2011-06-22 08:19:09)

I'll do it... (Just no Anime thing xD )

Mother Eleanor Kwei

Sister Serena Kwei

Father James Kwei

George Kwei (now)
His lightsaber

And P.S. How do you place a name instead of the full link?
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Last edited by George Kwei (2011-06-23 09:30:06)

My father link does work O.o . If you still can't see it, I'll post a picture of him. And tnx for showing me how to do that.
Anyway, are you gonna post already? xD
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Nevermind. I fixed it for myself. Don't know how I did it but I did it. lol I'll post a bit later. Got to run. I'm too popular for my own good. 
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Okay, this has been a long time coming but I believe it's worth it. Really long post but I do hope you enjoy. It’s kind of important you remember what happened a few posts back. Razvan had the opportunity to kill George, however, he didn’t. Do we remember why? ^_^

Also, here Razvan has already lost his eye sight but not his eyes. The black smoke has completely consumed his eyes but he can still see without the use of the Force. However, later on we'll discover exactly how he loses his eyes (which causes him to wear the bandages and where he gains his facial scars).

For now imagine him something like this (with his hair flowing down to the small of his back just about and yes more anime, damnit! lol ). This is how I actually wanted him to look but with the bandages and scars from the first picture I posted of him. ^_^

So... let's begin...
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As the ship continues its journey through hyperspace towards its destination, a chill runs up George’s spine. Despite his best efforts to fight the feeling, a smoky haze envelopes his weakened mind. His eyelids become heavy and eventually... they fall...

A faint voice; a woman. Her cries muffled out before they ever reach him. Her voice come once more; a little clearer, a little louder. She continues calling out to him and eventually her voice rings in his ears.

“George... George...!”

His eyes shoot open at the sound of such a familiar voice, his heart jumping into his throat. Serena! White light distorts the Jedi’s vision, barely allowing him to catch the blurry figure bending down. He blinks. His sister looks down at him, specks of blood splattered on her cheeks.

“George... George, come on!” she urges, failing to completely hide the panic in her voice. “We have to get out of here!” she quickly adds, pulling George to his feet.

The sound of clashing lightsabers resonates around them.

“But Sere-” Goerge tries, turning his head towards the sound only to have his attention snap back to Serena by the sharp jerk on his arms.

“No George. We can’t stay here. Mother and Father-” she stops, choking on the words. “Mother and Father... they won’t...”

A stray tear trails down her right cheek. “We just have to leave...”

She gathers George in her arms without another word of protest from the boy, his own small arms linking around her neck while his legs lock around her back. Glancing over her shoulder, George’s gaze lands on the flashes of light which seem to dance in the distance. Two silver streams burning to snuff out an ever-elusive blackness.

His sister’s hand suddenly holds his head against her slender shoulder so his eyes fall from the fury. She rushes forward, using the Force to quicken her step; but even then... it isn’t enough. The faintest whisper accompanies a chill which rams into George’s spine.

A figure now stands before them, eyes smoking black as if to release darkened poison from hungering flames which consume the remnants of a once human soul. Green tear lines travel from his eyes down his cheeks. Serena abruptly stops on a gasp, shouts from behind her seeming to go deaf in her ears. A sinister grin curls pale lips.

“How pitiful,” he almost whispers, an air of superiority etched deep into an age old voice. “You cannot escape me with such simple tricks, little girl.”


The figure's grip on his lightsaber tightens, the blackened blade humming with impending doom and steaming with the same intensity as his eyes. Serena clutches George's body with death-grip strength as if to hold him even closer.

The figure huffs. "Holding him tighter will not save his soul from my fangs, child." A growl as his voice lowers. "I shall reap revenge..."

A man and a woman suddenly appear before the figure, standing between him and his would-be-prey. Their silver lightsabers gleam magnificently, echoing through the Force of glories and hardships, justice and honor. Family.

"Leave them be, demon!" the woman demands, her voice soft and wise.

The man points his saber towards the dark figure. "Your fight is with us and us alone, Razvan," he adds to his partner's words, his own deep and experienced. A true warrior.

The figure known as Razvan chuckles lightly. "I am one brought forth into the same darkness which revenge was born of. Did you not think I would claim it?"

"This has nothing to do with them!" the man replies.

"On the contrary, Jedi," Razvan retorts. "You brought such a fate upon them when your blade stole the life of my mate. You not only took her from this world but also my future. I shall afford you..." he pauses for a mere moment, a sadistic grin showcasing large fangs as he rapidly twirls his lightsaber by the small chain attached to the barrel.

"The same kindness!" he roars.

In the blink of an eye, Razvan is upon the man, their lightsabers locking. If at all possible, the grin on Razvan's face widens as the Jedi's knees begin to bend under the pressure of the vampire's immense strength. Razvan's eyes narrow and he sidesteps at exactly the right moment, the man's desperate Force push rippling in the air past the vampire's body.

The man's eyes widen in horror and worry as his missed attempt impacts the woman, sending her flying back. "Eleanor!" he cries, rushing forward to catch her body before Razvan can stop him.

Razvan growls, turning his attention back to Serena and George. A haunting gleam emerges in the smoke of his eyes. "It is your choice, child... how you and he die," he begins, his eyes landing on George's face, one eye peeking out at the monster before him.

"It is not a question of whether you have the skill to kill me... but if you have the courage to try," he adds, his eyes locking with Serena's. "Make no mistake, little girl. You will all die here. How I rip the life from your body... is another matter.

Serena remains silent for the moment before her grip on George loosens. She bends down, letting his body slip from her grasp until his feet touch the ground.

Razvan's voice gives away the smile his face dare not. "It would appear you have some spirit after all," he remarks. "Congratulations. You won't die a coward. Here's to a beautiful death..."

With those words Razvan takes a step back, a display of the last remaining speck of his humanity; as good a trait as any in a monster. He eyes the man and woman as they rejoin Serena and George, moving up around them, ready to block an attack should the vampire change his mind.

George looks up at Eleanor as she bends down so her face is even with his. Fear pools in his eyes. "Mama...?" he questions.

"Don't worry, George... we'll be fine," she reassures herself as much as him, touching his cheek. "Go find a place near the hanger to hide and wait for us," she smiles, turning and giving him a nudge to get going.

George slips away from the fight, all too aware of the black gaze searing the flesh on his back. When the boy in no longer in sight, Razvan turns back to the Jedi, twirling is lightsaber to intimidate the Jedi.

"It does no good to lie to the boy and give him false hope when I shall do nothing but shatter it in the end," he states with distain.

"I won't give you that opportunity, Razvan. I'll kill you where you stand!" the man roars, clutching the barrel of his lightsaber as he charges towards Razvan.

"No, James!" Eleanor shouts, reaching out to grab him... only to have him slip through her fingers.

Razvan smirks, fueling his own power by feeding off the building rage within the Jedi. Instantly black smoke swirls around Razvan's hands, anchoring itself by digging into the flesh of his wrists. He twirls his lightsaber around once more, gripping the barrel with both hands as he drops to one knee, stabbing the black blade into the ground at his feet.

An ear-piercing, animalistic scream through the Force, as a red flame of energy lunges to consume James. The energy immediately constricts around him like a snake and the Jedi falls to his knees, struggling for breath; claws rip at his arms, forcibly stretching them out on either side of him. Focusing on his wrists, the energy crushes down until the Jedi cries out in pain and his lightsaber falls from his bleeding fingers.

Razvan stands, ripping his lightsaber from the ground, using an incredibly powerful blast of Force power to send Eleanor and Serena back as they come to James's aid. James cannot lift his head but he gazes up at Razvan through dark, sweaty bangs, his breathing labored. This... this... power... it... it wasn't... possible!

Razvan now towers above him, looking down on the Jedi, black blade roaring for the kill to come. He chuckles, the deep sound vibrating through James. "So eager for a kill, so hungering for your enemies' blood and for the taste of victory that you foolish rush into the battle... only to find the lion's fangs at your throat."

James feels Eleanor and Serena's power spike through the Force as they attempt to free James once more. His eyes barely catch the small smile which betrays Razvan. No... had they truly underestimated him to such an extent?!

"NO!" James yells through the Force, as his back arches on a sudden rush of sharp pain.

Another scream as red flames spread and erupt from the fire consuming James to devour Eleanor and Serena completely. The energy lifts them into the air until their feet dangle just above the ground, their backs arched as Razvan's free hand fists suddenly and the energy begins to crush their fragile bodies.

The sound of bones snapping rings in James's ears and he fights against his confines desperately. Blood drips from Eleanor's mouth onto the ground beneath her feet and Razvan licks his lips like a starving dog, using the energy to pull both her and Serena to him.

He thumbs away the blood dripping from her lips and brings it to his mouth, savoring the taste. “Such spirit and youth for such an... experienced Jedi,” the vampire nearly purrs. “I see where the girl gets it.”

“D-Don’t...”

Razvan turns to glance at James’s strained body. “Well, you’re still coherent. I must admit that you surprise me, Jedi,” he adds, moving to stand before James once more. “It would appear I have underestimated you... to some slight extent.”

James manages a light chuckle which brings Razvan’s lightsaber to his neck, the screaming blade almost touching the Jedi’s shoulder, scorching the skin on his cheek with its intensity. James’s eyes rise once more; a challenge. Do it...

“Such defiance and power, Jedi,” Razvan pauses, grinning sadistically. “Enough to make me ache. Yet you have completely wasted your potential. You are weak!”

The smell of burning flesh fills the air as Razvan rams his lightsaber through James’s shoulder, the Jedi groaning and shuddering in pain. Razvan retracts his lightsaber. “You rein in your hatred and your anger, cursing the darkness even though you know it is the very thing which you need in order to defeat me!”

Razvan grips James’s shoulder, almost breaking his collarbone. His nails extend into claws as his fingers clamp down around the wound his blade left, causing James’s body to tense in pain. “But...” Razvan whispers, “you made a crucial error... Jedi...”

His hands leave James as he pulls Eleanor to him, his pale fingers running from her lips down her neck, leaving a trail of blood as they make their way towards her heart. James’s attempt to break free nearly double, the beast within him raging for release: Let me out! LET ME OUT! Razvan smiles to himself. Soon enough... Jedi...

“Within us all lies the most vile of all evils,” Razvan begins, his claws barely penetrating the flesh above Eleanor’s heart. “It is much a beast, all carnal sins; lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, envy, pride... and rage,” his eyes flash up to glance at James before his attention moves back to the stream of blood trickling down Eleanor's body.

“You Jedi attempt to cage this, to hide it deep within yourselves until you can no longer hear its roars and its pleads; until it is nothing more than a broken part of your soul. But like every mortal you have your weaknesses... something you would give anything for. Something which -when threatened- even you yourself could not hold the chains which control your beast. Something... that will make you fall. Your error,” he adds, licking Eleanor’s blood from his fingers, “was revealing your weakness to me.”

“Let... her... go...” James demands, unable to hide the anger in his voice. He struggles to move against Razvan’s restraints and the energy engulfing him loses some of its power.

The Jedi was absorbing the dark energy, using it to fuel his own power. It wouldn’t be long now. Razvan’s bloody fingers move to Eleanor’s neck to brush the hair away from her skin. James’s eyes widen once again. No... NO!

Razvan’s fangs sink deep into Eleanor’s neck, a soft gasp escaping the unconscious woman’s mouth as the life is drained from her. James roars, freeing his arms from the energy’s hold but still unable to move.

“Stop it!” he roars.

Razvan’s blackened eyes hold the Jedi’s as the body in his arm begins to wither and almost as soon... turns to ash, blowing away from his grasp. Razvan licks his lips, enjoying the sight as James’s entire body shakes with utter rage, his hands clench into fists, and his breathing becomes ragged and animalistic.

“Well... what now... Jedi?” Razvan ponders.

“... Release... me...” James growls, his voice dripping with unbridled hatred and something dark which makes Razvan’s skin tingle. Finally.

“You’re perfectly capable of breaking free by yourself now,” Razvan replies, merely watching.

The red energy around both James and Serena suddenly shatters into millions of tiny pieces which disappear as they fall to the ground. Razvan twirls his lightsaber as James pulls his lightsaber to him and slowly gets to his feet. Instead of charging as Razvan originally suspected, James moves to his daughter’s side, pulling her from unconsciousness.

“F-Father?” Serena wonders, her mind clearing.

“Serena... find George and get out of here... now. I’ll hold Razvan off as long as I can,” he barely manages the words without revealing the darkness in his voice.

Serena sits up with help from James, rubbing her head. “Wh-what happened to Mother?!” she asks frantically.

James’s eyes shut on a way of pain and anger. “She’s... Razvan... he...”

Tears pool in Serena’s eyes. “No... he... he couldn’t!”

Razvan growls; he was growing impatient. “I suggest you run away now, little girl. It may not get you very far but at least you’ll live longer than your father.”

Serena glares at Razvan as does James but she gets to her feet and quickly flees. She didn’t question her father. There was something... different about him and it frightened her.

James turns to Razvan, a golden shine to his eyes. “Let’s end this demon,” he growls.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment, Jedi. Enjoy your last...”

James rushes forward, his silver lightsaber roaring with newly awakened powers. Razvan grins psychotically and suddenly... disappears. James’s heart thunders in his ears as everything around him seems to slow. He almost misses the flash of Razvan’s form in the corner of his eye as pain shoots through his chest.

He stumbles to his knees, his breathing ragged and uneven as he glances down at the black lightsaber blazing a hole through his chest. How...? How had Razvan moved so quickly? He had... completely disappeared. An arm reaches around James’s shoulder, ripping the lightsaber from his body. James gasps.

“Foolish, Jedi...” Razvan whispers in his ear. “I made you give into this hatred and this anger,” he continues, his claws digging past the hole into his chest, closer and closer to his heart. “Did you truly believe you could use it against me?”

There! He found it. His fingers wrap around the dying organ, giving the Jedi a chance for final words. James turns his head slightly, so as to see the vampire from the corner of his eye. His eyes burn gold.

“Wh-what... have y-you... done to... to me?” the Jedi manages with obvious difficulty.

“I used your weakness against you, Jedi... I brought you to your knees,” Razvan chuckles lightly, his fingers tightening around the Jedi’s heart as they prepare to rip it from him. “I... made you fall.”

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Sorry for making your father fall to the darkside right before he dies. It just seemed like the evil thing Razvan would do instead of just killing them all off.

Special Note: Force vampires can steal the life from their victims by biting them anywhere. It doesn't matter where. However, if they wish to steal the victim's form they have to feed directly from the heart.

lol You do awesome. Don’t worry dear. ^_^ And thanks. I actually do a lot of fan fiction for different things and I hope to write books one day so I get lots of practice. Glad it felt real to you.

James and Eleanor actually killed Razvan’s mate hunting him down. Because Force vampires are so rare and “born” in such a manner their souls are bound to another darkened soul. Usually also a Force vampire. This is the only other being they can ever reproduce with. And their mates don’t have to be born during the same time as them either. For example Mortis is (supposedly) bound to Lori when Mortis is tens of thousands of years older then her.

Both Razvan and the black smoke feed off of dark emotions. There’s no limit to how powerful he can get. In fact... you might get to see some of his limitless power soon... XD And yes, the black smoke is actually alive remember? A portion of the original Red Sith which possessed the power is trapped within the power itself. So it’s a Sith. If it’s trying to help George or not... why I can’t really tell ya that yet.
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George senses a sudden presence and looks around to find the source of the disturbance. A man jumps down from the roof of the villa, back flipping in the process, landing on the terrace, black robes flapping as he lands on his feet effortless with the air of a Jedi.

He immediately drops to one knee, throwing his red scarf back over his shoulder with a quick hand. His midnight blue hair is styled to the right while a strip of deep pink hair is pinned back by a kenseikan, marking him as a member of a noble family either through blood or other means.

He raises his gaze, green eyes seeming to pierce deep enough to reach George's very soul. “Master George Kwei, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Riordan Koga,” he says simply, his voice smooth and gracefully. A true noble.

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Don’t worry, Riordan is not a shape-shifting Razvan. I just had to make a new character so I could stay involved with yours. ^_^ Otherwise you’d be all alone by yourself and that won’t do.

A kenseikan is that silver thing in Riordan's hair. It's only given to members of noble families but it is used on numerous different worlds.