CRIMSON TIDEAt first, the ship was barely noticed.
The Devoured Sun
The Devoured Sun
At 9:06, the eclipse began, barely noticeable at the time. Eyes were glued to the heavens, people gathering in hotspots to get the best glimpses of the solar event. The roads were choked with cars as it proceeded to be covered more and more. Some people happened to glance the strange, wooden vessel drifting without visible crew down the Columbia, but just as many completely missed the news, even as more and more of the news coverage began to juggle between the ship and the eclipse.
Around half an hour later, the ship arrived at the Interstate Bridge, a solid barrier between any more progression. However, the sky was darkened by then, moreso then it should have been even with the eclipse, and a figure strode out from below deck, turning the wheel to run the ship aground on Hayden Island, just north of the city of Portland.
The man turned to the shore to see dozens of human reporters and a number of police waiting, snapping pictures and holding megaphones.
"Sir, please step out of the ship!" one of the officers yelled into the megaphone.
The man just chuckled darkly, the sound somehow loud enough it seemed to echo across the island.
"That's no way to speak to your superior, is it?" he said coldly, before drawing the gleaming white sword from its sheath, holding it aloft. A blinding flash of light, made even harsher by how dark it already was, shot off from the sword. Those with cameras yelled out in pain, the light strong enough to fry their cameras, as the officers began opening fire.
As they did so, all of the doors on the ship began to open, black smoke beginning to drift out as pale faces and lupine forms began to emerge onto the deck.
"People of Midgard," the man said, his voice echoing out with impossible volume. "I am Vlad Dracula Tepes. Scourge of Wallachia, and terror of London. And now I have come for you. Pray to whatever gods you may have...none are listening."
With that, the dark swarms began to leap onto the shore, the assembled humans falling almost immediately as claws and dark magic tore them apart. Some were bitten by the assembled vampires, and as Dracula strode onto the shores, he held out a clawed hand, the slain men and woman seeming to stitch back together, rising up into a horrifying mockering of their living bodies...undead held together by Dracula's powers.
"GO!" he bellowed. "Leave nobody alive!"
Kevyn was sitting in a local burger joint, a place called Burgerville, sitting around waiting for the eclipse totality as he listened to music on his iSkald. The burger was pretty good, but something still felt...off. He tried to shrug it off, turning up the volume of 'Black Hole Sun' as he finished up his food. He'd gotten some strange looks for the sword and spear strapped to his body, but in the wake of the eclipse, it seemed that nobody had called the police on him for having the weapons...yet.
As the clock struck 10:00am, he began to hear a panic out on the streets, loud enough it snapped through the music coming through his headphones. As he pulled them from his ears, he could hear something down the street, the sound of what sounded almost like a herd or stampede rushing down the nearby highway.
Pulling out Nothung, the black blade's blue runes glinting in the darkened light, he began to rush through the door, just as a bloodied body was hurled down the street, slamming into the building near Kevyn.
Down the way, rushing forwards and attacking the fleeing people, was a herd of what looked like small, hideous creatures, like somebody had combined a goat with some kind of mosquito or vampire bat, flanked by large, hulking gargoyles.
Filled with a strange kind of terror, Kevyn immediately activated his Luma Key, aura flames licking around him as he conjured a Shadow Arm of his spear Lateralus, hurling it with great force into one of the gargoyle's chests, before pulling out his recently occurred pistol and firing a few shots, aiming for eyes as they rushed closer.
He had no idea what was happening, but he was going to put a stop to it, or die trying.