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Post by Galadas on May 5, 2011 15:43:17 GMT -5
Gabriel studied Carden for a moment, but ignored the sweaty face. He had seen Vampires getting bitten by Forsaken, and they never survived. This Vampire didn't seem like one who was about to die. "Will you join me, or follow Alleron into Oblivion?" he asked. "If you come with me, I might even consider carrying you." He grinned.
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Post by Cara on May 6, 2011 21:14:32 GMT -5
Nefara still wasn't used to flitting. One thing about flitting was that she couldn't talk, and had to communicate through the mind. There was a strange thing about that type of communication, and one reason why many vampires usually refrained from doing it was that it "opened" your mind to that vampire. It wasn't like your thoughts were pouring out, but there was a small feeling of volubility when done between two vampires. Nefara didn't feel like letting her mother feel her boiling emotions right now. Nefara..? Elvira asked, glancing at her as they flitted over the land. She didn't respond. You are angry with me, she presumed. Nefara could taste the worry and concern in those words. She felt the pain and distress that Elvira was feeling. Nefara bit her tongue. She didn't want to let her mother sense exactly how scared she was. She was startled as a hand, Elvira's hand, reached out and clasped her's. It was a surprisingly warm touch. I know you are scared... Nefara tried to hide her surprise. I know because I am your mother, she smiled, a strained worried smile. We will get through this together.
Carden glared at Gabriel. He would never be carried by this louse. He had too much pride for that anyway. "Which way did my brother go?"
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Post by Galadas on May 7, 2011 12:14:39 GMT -5
Gabriel pointed his finger in the direction where he came from. Carden was about to leave but the Vampire decided to make one final remark. "Hey Carden," he said. Alleron's brother turned to him. "Good luck." He could make it sound as if he meant it, but he did not. He rose his eyebrow and watched Carden leave. He then returned his search for Elvira and Nefara, flitting at a speed he had never used before. He had lost time with this useless conversation.
Mister Pierce placed his feet together, he listened to the sound of silence. He closed his mind, only to be aware of what mattered at that moment. He needed to stop Nefara and her mother from ever reaching The Lady. He shook his head as he thought about his plan. He had promised not to rethink the actions he would take in order to stop the Lady.
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Post by Cara on May 8, 2011 22:36:02 GMT -5
(sorry, long post! I got an idea! And I may not be on for a while. I got my exams this week)
Cecelia paced the room. She had managed to buy a hotel room for the three of them, pay cash. If the Kriivida were after them, she couldn't afford to stay in the usual places or pay with credit. Cash only. It couldn't be traceable. Despite the ancient, age-old traditions the Kriivida had, they had many people in the modern technology, tracking credit cards, tracing calls and such. It made hiding very difficult. "What now?" Lauren asked, sitting on one of the twin bed. She looked at Zach who was fast asleep on the other. "He needs at least a day of rest. And I don't think his head is still in the right order," she said, frowning as she looked at the angry red lump on his forehead. "Yea, because you had to brain him," Cecelia remarked stiffly. "We need to let the Kriivida know about... Lord Oron. That he has betrayed us again." "And how are we supposed to do this without giving ourselves up?" "I don't know. And then there's always the chance they won't believe us." "Right." Cecelia felt like breaking something. She couldn't stay cooped up here! And Nefara needed their help. She paused. Where were her loyalties? What if she was really helping the wrong side?
Elvira and Nefara stopped to rest and feed. Nefara was waiting for her mother to return, as she looked up at the stars. It was still very late at night. She sensed her mother and waited until she stepped into her field of view. "Ready? We need to get to find a safe place before the morning." "What exactly did Zach say?" Elvira pursed her lips. "Well he said that in two day's time, Lady Canislea will launch a full scale attack. Humans will know about us. More than they already do now. The world will never be the same. And you are the only one who has the ability to stop her." "And kill her?" "I never said that. If you kill her, you will kill us all." "Then... how?" Nefara asked, feeling at a loss. "I... I don't know. We just have to stop her. We don't know what half of your powers are. But I have a feeling that you will be able to. If we can't, we are all as good as dead anyway." There was fear in her eyes, as she spoke, but her face was calm. "According to the location Cecelia told us, we are almost there."
Lady Canislea had never tasted blood this good. She smiled to herself. Two days. In only two days, everything would be perfect! She laughed, turning the glass around in her finger tips. She closed her eyes as the felt the sun slowly rising. She opened them as she heard the strong beeping go off. She looked at the computer monitor. They were here! She watched the cameras, as she saw Nefara and Elvira. Percy watched, smiling. "My Lady, do you want the men to attack?" "No, it is me they are looking for. Let them come." "They could get away. "They won't. And in another ten minutes, they will be trapped. The sun is almost up."
Nefara's nails dug into her palms, rehealing, cutting, rehealing... She moved with the preternatural stealth. Suddenly the door slammed behind her. Nefara and Elvira spun around. Elvira straightened, hands curled into claws. The large chair turned, revealing a young woman sitting gracefully in it. She was astonishingly beautiful with curling dark hair and pale skin that seemed to shimmer. She had a lithe figure, like the Book Doctor's. She had a cold beauty about her, as she looked upon them like a dinner meal. "Finally, I have waited for...hundreds of years for you to come," she said, standing. "Nefara, right?" she said, smiling. Her teeth were white and sharp, a razor smile on her lips. Elvira suddenly knew that it had all been a trap. So had Zach been lying? She flitted back to the door, and pulled it open. Nefara almost died as her mother screamed, and flitted from the open door so fast that she almost didn't see. The sun had risen. Lady Canislea smiled cruelly at this, and walked over to the open door, and closed it. The sun touched her too. Nefara couldn't believe it. "Is there really an invasion!?" She demanded, looking at Elvira, who had her arms about her, while her burnt skin reformed. "Oh yes!" Canislea cried. "You will love it, I am sure..." she said, leaning against the table. She looked at Nefara crouched, and tight as a wound spring. "Relax, child. I will not harm you unless you make me," she sighed, looking for a moment, almost human. Nefara frowned, and loosened her stance. Don't listen to her! Elvira told her. "Why don't we have a one to one talk? Without your mother?" she asked, eyeing Elvira. “No.” Lady Canislea sighed dramatically, looking irritated. “Well we can do this two ways,” she said. In just a glance, two vampires flitted in, grabbing Elvira and dragging her besides Lady Canislea before anyone could react. “Let her go!” Nefara said, panicking. “Only you have the power to let her go….After you do as I request.” “Nefara! Don’t listen— “ One of the men drove a stake through her ribs, cutting off what she screamed. Nefara stood frozen as they staked Elvira, paralyzing her before lying her on the ground. Thoughts raced through her head. She could attack, but her mother might get hurt. She could run, because no one would be able to follow. But that would leave Elvira here alone. Her hands trembled as she said, “I won’t do as you ask.” “Are you sure you want to make that decision?” Her eyes flashed. She was playin with her. “Yes.” “Put her on the cross,” Canislea said coldly, her eyes never leaving Nefara. “What!?” Nefara said, racing towards Elvira, and then suddenly she was flying backwards. Lady Canislea stood over her, face dangerous, her hand splayed. “Do not try that again,” she said. Nefara got to her knees as she watched helplessly as they dragged Elvira’s body to a steel cross and bound her there. When she was all shackled in, they pulled out the stake. Elvira came alive with a large breath. “Nefara! Don’t listen to her! Don’t do what she says! Get – ” One of the men punched her in the gut. Elvira hissed with pain as she jerked forward, but the steel bindings held her back. Nefara hoped that the chains would break. She knew that a vampire in full strength could snap chain, but Lady Canislea probably had this specially prepared. There would be breaking of these chains. Lady Canislea glided over to a mechanism on the wall. “We have plenty of time to work with. And the day is still young,” she said, as she started to turn the lever. Nefara glanced up. In the ceiling, there were three large circular windows, perhaps a meter across. One was directly above them, a skylight. The other two were facing each other. Nefara recognized it immediately. East and west. Gathering all her strength and power, she flitted towards Lady Canislea as she started opening the eastern window. Before she move a few feet, hard strong hands were grabbing her and holding her back. She cried out, kicking and screaming, as hands drabbed her to the floor and held her there. “No!” Elvira struggled in the bonds, as the window opened. Nefara closed her eyes as the screams pierced the air. It seemed like forever, that tortured sound. “No…” Nefara whispered, as she finally opened her eyes. She looked to see her mother, skin red and dark with burns, gasping, hanging from her the metal cross. “I can continue,” Lady Canislea said, her eyes dispassionate and cold. “I can change the filters over any of these windows so that the sunlight is more painful. It is a technology that I have perfected over the years,” she said. Nefara watched as Elvira’s body slowly turned to normal, though her clothes were burnt and charred, her skin had regained its smooth pale complexion. “That was only a low level filter,” Lady Canislea continued. “This is level two.” Nefara couldn’t look away as the window opened again and the deadly sunlight fell upon Elvira. The light, burning her skin away, as hair an flesh caught fire. “Stop! Stop! Alright!” Nefara cried. Immediately, the window was shut. It was silent for a moment afterwards. All that she could hear was Elvira sobbing. “What did you say?” Lady Canislea said, handing over the controls to a young vampire, Percy. “Don’t… Don’t do it. Please stop.” Nefara babbled, trying to find the right words. “I’ll…I’ll help you.” Lady Canislea’s lips turned up in a smile. “Make a blood promise.” “NO! Don’t accept!” Elvira shouted. The window snapped open again, and Elvira’s warnings were lost in her screams. “Yes! Yes! Anything!” Nefara pleaded. “Just stop. Please…” “Come with me.” Nefara dragged herself away from her mother. Elvira didn’t lift her head to see her go, but she hear her try and communicate. No… It was faint and pained, and as Nefara stepped out of the room, she heard her say, I love you.
Her stomach felt like lead as she followed Lady Canislea through the large house. They entered a small room. Small in comparison to many of the other rooms they had gone through. It was decorated differently as well. There was no lavish furniture or beautiful paintings or artwork. The colors were simple, except for the markings on the walls. In the center of the room stood a large stone basin. “Nefara, you agree in entering this blood promise to me.” Nefara looked at Lady Canislea. “What…what is a blood promise?” Lady Canislea smiled. “Smart child,” she said. “There are different kinds of promises. Some are binding for all eternaity, but for that you need a Kriivida. This one is only for three turns of the moon. That means for three days and nights you will do everything I ask. You are mine to command. Also know that I can kill anyone you know, or ever knew. Including your mother. And death by my hands is never slow,” Lady Canislea said calmly. “You must agree with this, and I can not force you exactly to say the words. I cannot torture you into saying the words…. But that doesn’t mean I can’t torture others.” Her smile was cruel. “So, I ask again. Do you agree, and are in your right mind and body to enter into this agreement?” Nefara looked into the large stone basin. “Yes. I willingly agree.” “Drink this,” she said handing Nefara a cup. It stated sweet. Like the taste of blood, but better. She couldn’t’ figure out what it tasted like, but it was intoxicating. “Kneel.” Nefara knelt. Her whole body trembled. She felt as if her body wasn’t her own suddenly. That this choice wasn’t really her’s, but she had agreed. She glanced up to see that suddenly Lady Canislea was holding an ancient, beautifully hand carved dagger. Time seemed to slow as the words Lady Canislea was saying filled her head. Lady Canislea knelt down, her face inches from Nefara’s. “This should only hurt for a second. Don’t move.” Before Nefara knew what was happening, the blade was cutting through her throat, and a searing pain, none like she had ever felt before rushed through her, as her life blood spilled forth into the large stone basin. Then everything went black.
Aleron was hesitant as he took in Lord Oron. Blood soaked his clothes, and he could see that at least six bones were broken. “Lady Canislea did this,” he said, his eyes darting about. “Don’t worry… She’s long gone.” Lord Oron tried to stand, but his left leg, which was probably broken in three spots wouldn’t hold and he fell forward. Aleron automatically caught him, and then recoiled, practically dropping Lord Oron. He helped him down into a comfortable sitting position. His eyes were cold, the face of a predator. “Where is Nefara. What did you do to her? Did the Lady get her?” he needed to know what happened! Where was Nefara? Elvira? Carden? He had never felt so lost, although this country had for over a hundred years been his home.
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Post by Galadas on May 13, 2011 16:49:48 GMT -5
Pierce knocked on the door, he leaned forward, his hands ready for a fight. He felt the sun burn on his back, but all those years, in secret, he had spent a total of ten minutes outside and he felt no pain. It was like what great men in old Greece and old Rome did; they drank poision and it made them able to resist it. He had learned well from history. A broadschouldered Vampire opened the door, standing back for the sun. Mister Pierce jumped at him, digging with his hand deep into the chest and ripping the cold heart out. Where would he be if he had not been Ancient? He tackeled the second Vampire and ended it easily. Then he walked over to Elvira, snapping the chains with a painful face; he had expected such a trick. He lifted her on his back and lay her deep into the shadows. "Nefara!" the women cried. "It is better that you do not move, miss Elvira," warned Pierce, as he inspected the wounds. "someone will soon be here to protect you." "Who are you!?" she snapped. "Not of import, miss!" growled Pierce. He stood as the door was opened and a man strumbled in, covered in garbage bags.
Gabriel threw off the bags and showed his teeth, surprised to see only two remaining people in the room. He recognized Elvira and saw her horrific wounds. Then he noticed Pierce and once more posed his attack. "Gabriel, get Elvira to safety!" demanded Pierce. He had no time for this. "How about Nefara?" asked Elvira. Her voice weak. "I'll get her," answered Pierce. "She's with the lady!" "I know." "Yet, you're going in?" asked Gabriel, he took the garbage bags in hand and walked over to Elvira. "You can't beat her." "Neither can you," snapped Pierce. Aware of this danger. "But while she was killing humans and making new Vampires, I read books. Knowledge will help me fight her." "Yeah, right," said Gabriel mockingly. "Shut your mouth, Gabriel. You should be the one saving her, not some Vampire we don't know!" said Elvira. Gabriel stared at her, when he looked back at Pierce, the vampire had gone.
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Post by Cara on May 13, 2011 18:43:33 GMT -5
Lady Canislea looked at Nefara, who lay before her in her own blood. She should be waking shortly. Casusally, Lady Canislea tossed the jeweled dagger from hand to hand. The girl stirred, eyes snapping open. Her face brightened with life, as she took her first breath. "Rise and shine," Canislea said, smiling down at her. "Lady Canislea," Nefara said, sitting up. She stood, as Lady Canislea put her hand on her shoulder. The wound on Nefara's throat had healed and reformed perfectly. "Hello my child." Nefara smiled, bowing low. "Here are new clothes," she said, handing Nefara a bundle. "Clean yourself. I shall go and check on your good mother." Saying that, Nefara's eyes flashing breifly, but she bowed again and left.
Lady Canislea looked in on Elvira, who only looked at her through burned eyes. What did you do to her? Lady Canislea didn't say anything. "Shall I increase the filter?" she said, looking at the control. Elvira's eyes widened. "There is no use for you... Nefara is mine." She moved a few leverls and pulled a cord. Elvira screamed anew, struggling on the chains so that blood ran down where the metal sliced into her skin. She healed, but burned quickler than she could heal. Thus it made for a slow and painful death. Lady Canislea apraised her work turned and walked away. She had work to do.
When Lady Canislea walked back into the room she had sent Nefara to, Nefara was looking out the window, the tinted glass making her face look even paler than usual, giving it an almost bluish sheen. Nefara was changed into the clothes that Canislea had provided for her, discarding the blood-soaked clothes she had worn. "What will you do with me? After?" Nefara asked. "You are free. To stay with me, to leave." "Hmmm," Nefara said, feeling the glass with her fingers. "What do you wish?" Lady Canislea asked. She watched Nefara curiously. The girl was changed, yet still herself. She could feel the girl's aura still beating strong. That was good. But was it? The Blood Promise affected each person differently. Some people lost their personal will entirely. Other people were more definant, fighting the ancient magic. Other became unfeeling. Indifferent. Dispassionate. But all were undyingly loyal. To her. Nefara seems a mix of all of that. "I wish... to stay," Nefara said. "You will release my mother then too. She may stay?" Lady Canislea thought. She never had someone in all the history ever make a demand under the Blood Promise. "Of course. If she survives." Nefara didn't react. "Very well." She was silent for a moment. "My Lady--" "Just Lady Canislea," she offered. "Lady Canislea, what are our plans?" she asked. "Oh they are grand. We need to wait until dark though to complete the ceremony. The power of the sun will disrupt the transfer. After tonight, everything will be forever changed!" Lady Canislea lifted her head. No one entered her domain with out her know in it. So that traitor Pierce was back. She would make him pay. "Nefara..." she said, smiling. "We have company. I need you to cooperate." "Of course!" Nefara said, teeth flashing.
Elvira clutched herself, her arms, nearly burnt to the bone, wrapped painfully around her charred skin. "Gabriel..." she said, shaking uncontrollably. "Don't let anything happen to her," she said, her eyes, the only thing unharmed, staring at him with a fiery intensity. "And you? What about you!" Gabriel cried, torn, as he knelt besides her. Her wounds looked so terrible. He had never seen any vampire this badly burned and still alive. "That doesn't matter," she said, struggling to take a breath. "You need to stop Lady Canislea and rescue Nefara. If I die..." she paused, as if stumbling over the words. "Tell her I love her." Gabriel stood to go, but Elvira's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down. She was still surprisingly strong despite her injuries, and her nails dug harshly into Gabriel's skin, but he didn't protest. "Promise me!" "I promise..." Gabriel said with little hesitation. "My husband is alive," she muttered on, half out of her mind. Gabriel tried to hide his surprise and the fact that he already knew this. "You disappointed me. I saw him again. Alive..." she said, her eyes closing. Elvira's grip slacked. Gabriel feared for a moment that she had died, but he could hear her faint breathing. He stood again and flitted. He had a promise to keep.
Aleron and Carden helped Lord Oron sit down on the table of a house they had broken into. They had made it in right before the sun came up, but now they were stuck inside. Carden looked still pale, but he was at least able to help Aleron with Lord Orn. Carden flitted up stairs to see if he could find anything. No one was home, thankfully. Lord Oron inspected his wounds. It could be much worse. These would all heal eventually. Most of the bleeding had stopped, though the broken bones would take more than a few hours. Probably at least a week for the leg. And a couple days for the ribs. Kriivida healed fast, but not that fast. Regeneration, if it was possible, took almost three to four weeks in most cases. Even for Lord Oron, the healing process would take well over a week. Time they did not have. Aleron was brooding, looking at the dim sunlight streaming through the windows. "My daughter hates me," Lord Oron said, interrupting the silence. Aleron looked at him. "Possibly. Not without due reason," he said. "What is the damage?" he asked, looking Lord Oron over. Lord Oron shrugged. "I have to remind myself that... that she is no longer human." Something dark passed over Lord Oron's face. Aleron watched him, silently. He had never known the man while he had been alive, but the legend still had held strong. This was a man, one of the best the Kriivida ever had, who was steadfast loyal to the Kriivida and their mission. He knew the story. Gabriel on a revenge spree took Elvira from him in the worst way possible, and unknowingly took his daughter too. And when it came to see how strong his loyalty really was, he failed and had to face the consequences. Aleron had to woner why Lord Oron came back. He had been brought back as a desperate act by the Kriivida in hopes of having him kill his daughter and wife before Lady Canislea could get ahold of them, but clearly that wasn't Lord Oron's plan. "Why are you here?" Aleron found himself asking. "You loathe us. Hate what we are. You and your people hunt us and have always hunted us..." Aleron never took his eyes off Lord Oron. "And yet you still go after your family. They are no longer yours." Aleron knew that the last words were cruel, but he wanted to know the truth. Lord Oron flinched as if Aleron had dealt him a blow. He was silent. "Why?"
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Post by Galadas on May 14, 2011 3:23:26 GMT -5
Gabriel looked surprised when he was slammed into a nearby wall. He felt pain for only a few seconds. Pierce held his hand against the Vampire's chest and kept him in place. "You've decided to join me?" he asked. He spoke the words as if they had been said before. Gabriel had seen the Vampire when he was captured, but this one seemed a different person. The same charming appearance, but the troubled, confusing man had disappeared. Instead there stood a Vampire with a mysterious look in his eyes. "It will be your dead." "I have promised to save Nefara!" snapped Gabriel. "Then keep your promise as you wish, but don't dare to stand in my way!" said Pierce, he moved away his hand and walked on. Gabriel wondered why he walked, why he did not flit towards Lady Canislea.
"Why," Oron repeated Alleron's words. "Because I was brought back to life, which gives me a second chance to have a family, I want to take that chance! I want to be a father to Nefara and a husband to Elvira," he said.
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Post by Cara on May 14, 2011 15:25:41 GMT -5
(hey sorry to interrupt, I know you're not done, but I have a slight plan, so I'm adding this in ;D )
Gabriel's eyes locked on Nefara as he saw her there, forced onto her knees, hands shackled behind her back, before Lady Canislea. She looked well though, unlike Elvira. Her eye were worried, and dark, her whole body quivering. Their eyes met for a split second before her eyes shifted to Pierce. A look of confusion crossed her face. "Ah, Mister Pierce!" Lady Canislea said, grinning venhemously. "And you bring me Gabriel!" she said. Gabriel looked at her when she spoke his name. He had't seen her in person yet. Something he had secretly hoped to avoid. She was strikingly beautiful though. A lean, dangerous figure. She looked young and old, so it was hard to get what her age had been. "You didn't think that I wouldn't know you would come. Or that you had entered my home." She grabbed Nefara's hair and gave a sharp yank. Nefara cried out in pain. "Ah ah ah!" She tisked. "Another step closer and I will crush her," Lady Canislea said, running a hand almost sweetly along Nefara's neck. She shivered and Lady Canislea laughed, her eyes watching and calculating.
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Post by Galadas on May 15, 2011 15:48:16 GMT -5
(I was done, well more out of ideas, but I forgot to erase it : )
"I'm not stupid, Canislea. You might have thought I was, but I know better," said Pierce, as he moved a bit closer. "She's yours now, I expect a blood promise." He took out a small jar and held it in front of him. "There has been a plan, once, set up by the Kriivada to kill you once and for all, but it lacked every kind of dept. They had the vision of a hybrid: half one of theirs, half one of us. They failed to create such a thing. Until Nefara was born by accident. And now the Kriivada have forgotten about her use to destroy you and the entire race of Vampires and you've turned that into your adventage," Pierce watched as Canislea's grip was loosened. "Sadly for you; there are other ways to kill or harm you that you never knew about. Ancient drawings about how the First People destroyed your race before it was perfected. I've found a way to kill you, Canislea, and I do not fear my own dead and that of all the others like me. So, if you won't release Nefara, I'm going to destroy you and every single Vampire!"
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Post by Cara on May 15, 2011 21:57:07 GMT -5
Canislea's eyes narrowed. "Release Nefara? Why would her death matter to you? I die and she dies. Everyone dies," Lady Canislea said, a tinge of surprise in her voice. Gabriel looked at Pierce with astonishment. Nefara would die. Elvira would die. That would mean his own death. Everyone vampire on the face of the planet. Pierce shrugged, indifferent, never taking his eyes off her. "You bluff," Lady Canislea said, dragging Nefara up. Canislea closed her eyes and smiled. "Do not think you know what you are talking about for a moment, Pierce," she said, stepping closer to him. Nefara stood in place, as if rooted to the spot. "You were not there when our race was...created," she said, off handily. "You are young, despite calling yourself an 'Ancient', you are naught but a child." She laughed. "You think you, or anyone here, besides Nefara, could stop me? I would like to see you try."
Aleron scoffed. "You dream," he said, harshly. "Even if any of us live to see tomorrow, and on some slim chance that we won't die, you will. Despite your natural vitality. You are mortal," Aleron said, sounding more like his brother than ever. "Mortal." Oron looked at him with a hard, steady gaze. "Your daughter. Your wife. They are anything but mortal. You know this though." Aleron stepped closer, looking dangerous. He wanted to know though. There must be something else behind this Kriivida's reason for going after Nefara and Elvira. He had heard of the stories. Nefara was nothing by a weapon to the Kriivida. A way to eradicate vampires forever. "They need blood. Human blood to survive," Aleron continued, smiling inwardly as the tiniest flinch Oron made. "You would not let that happen. I know you. You are a true Kriivida, and your mission is to protect your own and humanity from the likes of us. Yet here you are. Taking my help, help from a vampire."
Elvira closed her eyes. She could feel her skin, tissue, bone and muscle slowly, painfully knitting back together. The process of healing was more as painful than the receiving injury, and it took all she could not to scream out in pure agony. She writhed on the floor, too weak to move much anyway. The raw skin rubbed against the blanket that Gabriel had thrown over her mostly naked body. She had seen many vampires burn. Having lived for many years among the Kriivida, it was a favorite way of execution. A captured vampire was chained outside right before dawn. When the sun rose, the vampire burned until they were nothing by ash. It was always a spectacle. She had known that her husband and other Kriivida had many times tortured vampires, similar to the way Canislea had, except without that complex contraption with lenses and filters. Half of the torture was the exposure to minimal amounts of daylight, but the the other half was the healing process. The more exposure to sunlight, the slower it was to heal. Regeneration slowed, or in direct sunlight, stopped altogether. She knew the point of no return for a vampire, the point where regeneration stopped. Many times, if a vampire did not die of their burns, but where his or her body was so severely burned yet they lived, they became trapped in their own body. That was the worst fear for a vampire. Starving could do that too. Too weak to move or do anything else, but still conscious, the vampire was trapped in his or her own body. Forever. She had known vampires too, who had fallen pray to such depravity. When they were risen, and had fed many times over to regain their strength, they were never the same. Something went wrong, when you are trapped in your own body with only the mind and thoughts for eternity. Insanity was not far away. Elvira glanced down at her fingers. She tried to make her fingers move, but much of the tendons had burned away and were still regenerating. She gave a hiss of pain. How was it that she was not in that state? She held her breath, in attempt to hear anything that was going on, but they were too far off, and she was too weak. Eyes closed, she had a vision. A vision of a desolate future that she had seen the night she had been re-awoken by Gabriel. It had been the first time she had embraced her daughter. She was drawn down into it, unable to look away, as her mind moved deeper into the vision. Embers. They were everywhere. Fire and blood. Screams. She turned to see a vampire, walking through London streets in the height of the noon sun. Women were crying and screaming as they ran, but vampires were everywhere. Vampires either killed indiscriminately, or captured them. There was a commotion coming down the street. Elvira looked. Her heart jumped as she saw Nefara. There was something different about her daughter though. Darker. She couldn't get it. Then she saw Lady Belacort walk up behind Nefara. She tried to scream warning, but she knew that in such visions, you were only an onlooker, unable to influence anything or create change, for it was only a possible future. Elvira practically collapsed into tears, when she saw Lady Belacort put an arm around Nefara. She smiled cruelly as she looked at the massacre going on. "See your handy work? Soon more cities will fall. It is time for a new era!" The vampires before Nefara and Lady Belacort bowed deeply to them. "See to it that there are no survivors. Only the most worthy and loyal will be brought into our fold!" Nefara's icy gaze fell upon Elvira. Never had any of the people in her visions ever been able to look at her watching. Sometimes she was in someone's mind, but she could not control that person. She knew too that this time she wasn't. Nefara's eyes seemed to lock upon Elvira's though. Nefara rushed towards her, moving faster than she ever had before. Elvira came back to herself in a start. No, that could not be the future they were headed on. It was not Nefara's making! She closed her eyes. "No..." she whispered.
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Post by Galadas on May 16, 2011 14:54:04 GMT -5
"Please, Canislea. My age is of no import and neither is yours," said Pierce. He looked at Gabriel for a moment, warning him not to come between. He opens the jar. "If I kill you, I die." Gabriel finally understood this man. He was a rebel, he was the one man that cared more for the faith of humanity than his own. He would give up everything to save those worth saving. He had seen wars and killing and bloodbaths and it had given him a clear view on all that the Vampires stand for. He is the one Vampire that dedicated his life to finding a cure: death. To Gabriel it was clear; Mister Raphael Pierce wasn't bluffing. "Hand me Nefara, allow us to leave, or I'll promise you; I'll end all of us! And we'll die, but she won't. Her Kriivada part will survive, and with Oron still alive, she won't be alone!" said Pierce. His face was blank, no emotions. He stood tall, though he was one head smaller than Gabriel. Which made sense, because Mister Pierce was born somewhere 3000 years back and Gabriel was the tallest boy in his village about 500 or 600 years back. And he feared the small Ancient more than ever; his plans could mean Gabriel's end.
"I believe that a man can change, Alleron. The lives of Elvira and Nefara are more important to me than my loyalties to the Kriivada. Besides, Elvira has changed from a Vampire into a Human once, who says she can't do it again. I believe in hope and I hope to be reunited with my daughter and wife, even if that means asking help from the Vampire who turned my daughter and his brother," answered Oron. He would do anything to convince himself that there was still hope for his family.
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Post by Cara on May 16, 2011 19:03:24 GMT -5
Lady Canislea smiled, despite facing her death. "You intend to kill me whether or not I let Nefara go," Canislea said, almost pleasantly. She sounded as if she were talking to an old friend, not a vampire ready to martyr himself in the face of humanity. "Nefara is bound to me in way you can't possibly understand. It was more than just a Blood Promise. And my death won't change anything..." She stepped forward, and opened her arms, palms up, as if to embrace Pierce. She sneered down at him, eyes flashing. "Fine, kill me," she said simply, staring at Pierce unblinkingly.
Aleron stared at Lord Oron for a second before nodding. "I have lived long enough," Aleron said. "If one doesn't change..." "---they die," Lord Oron finished. "You may try and change, but our nature is unchangeable. Blood, human blood, is as necessary as the air you breathe. You accept this?" Lord Oron paused, but nodded. "Yes... yes." Aleron looked up the stairs, flitting quickly out of the room. There was some noise upstairs, before Aleron returned. Carden appeared behind him, holding a med kit. "I never was a doctor," Carden said, handing the items to Aleron, who emptied it on the kitchen counter. Lord Oron watched him from where he sat up on the kitchen table. He held a blood soaked towel to his chest. "Thank god for Word War II," Aleron muttered, looking through the contents. He turned to Lord Oron, as if none of the previous conversation had passed between them. "This might... hurt," he said. Aleron looked around, before grabbing a wooden spoon from a drawer. "Put this between your teeth," he said. "It will help." Lord Oron grimaced with pain as Carden helped him lie back on the cleared kitchen table. "From what I can tell... there's extensive damage, but we need to deal with the worst of it. You'll have to take my mediocre medical care, since you refuse to be brought to a human hospital," Aleron said, as he organized the limited supplies. "We will have to splint your legs, repair your arm, and wrap up the open lacerations... Prepare yourself. Carden, hold him down."
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Post by Galadas on May 18, 2011 16:50:56 GMT -5
Pierce nodded, as if he had been given an order. "Fine," he said, his troath was dry. He placed the jar on the ground and opened it slowly. From it he took a small sharp object; it was made of wood and looked ancient, as if it had threatend to fall apart many times. Then the Vampire moved so fast that Gabriel wasn't even able to follow it. Within a second Pierce stood before Canislea, the stake pierced through her chest. It flickered like a bad light and Canislea stared with disbelief at the man in front of her. "Kill me," snapped Canislea. Pierce did what she said, he pulled the stake out, watching the Lady fall to the ground. For a moment it was dead silent. Mister Pierce turned to see Gabriel right behind him, and Nefara only two steps away. He then realized that they weren't dead. They were perfectly alive. Gabriel laughed of relief. "She lied to us, all this time. We won't die!" he yelled. He saw Pierce staring at Canislea with a face full of emotion, as if he was about to cry. The Lady looked more like an animal, bones, old skin, and grey hair, than she looked human. "Nefara!" Gabriel said. Turning to the child he had promised to protect.
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Post by Cara on May 18, 2011 19:41:20 GMT -5
Aleron wiped his hands on a dish towel, as he washes the last of the blood off. He looked back at Lord Oron, who lay in a daze of pain. Oron looked at Aleron, as Carden was cleaning up, packing everything away. "Well that was anything but...pleasant," he said, closing his eyes. Carden handed Oron a few pills. "Tylenol," he said with a smirk. "For the pain." Oron eyed it for a moment before swallowing. Aleron gave him a look. "That probably won't help," he said. "You'll have to deal with my handiwork." Carden sighed. "What now? We don't know where Nefara or Elvira are. They could be dead, or hurt. Lady Belacort could already have them. I shouldn't have let them go off like that!" "It's...alright," Aleron said, though his frown deepened. "What if we went back to the Book Doctor? I can't think of anywhere else."
The Book Doctor didn't seem surprised to see them, but neither did he seem happy. "Why have you returned?" he asked, his face dark. "We need to find Lady Belacort--" "I told you not to go after her." "What, because we'll die? We believe that she has Nefara and Elvira!" The Book Doctor looked over Aleron's shoulder to Lord Oron, supported by Carden, who seemed to have regained most his strength. "I will not allow a Kriivida past this threshold," he said. "Especially him." "Please! You must. We need your help." The Book Doctor narrowed his eyes. "I helped you once. I did it for your friend's sake. Things are much more complicated than you know. I can not assist you." Suddenly, all vampires froze, as if an eletric shock went through them. The Book Doctor seemed to receive the worst blow. He practically stumbled forward. When he stood, his eyes were wide, and his hands that clutched the sides of the door dug deep into the wood, sending splinters out. "Oh Jesus..." Carden gasped. Lord Oron was bewildered. "What? What just happened?" he asked. The Book Doctor stepped back. "Come in. Come in!" he said quickly, practically dragging them inside. The door slammed behind him. "What the fuck just happened!?" Aleron demanded. The Book Doctor was still pale, and unsteady. "She's... dead! Someone has killed her!" he muttered to himself. "Who!? Who is dead!?" "Lady Belacort."
Nefara stifled a cry. She was shocked. She felt her fingers curl in as she looked at Pierce. She shook herself, knowing she had to stay calm. Was this apart of the plan? "Gabriel," she said, smiling, tears in her eyes. "We're alive. How is this possible?" Gabriel shook his head in disbelief. "Pierce, how did you know that would kill her? Did you know that we wouldn't die!?" He did feel...strange though. As if something inside him was missing. He looked at Nefara, and could guess that she was feeling the same. Lady Canislea Belacort was no more! But something did happen. She was somehow linked to each and every one of them, yet they were still all alive.
Everyone was stunned. "What...? How? Why? How do you know? What!?" The Book Doctor fell back into his chair. "Did I not tell you that I had a...special connection...to Lady Belacort?" "She is your sister." "Yes, but more than that. She is my twin." "Your...twin?" Lord Oron asked, finally putting pieces together. He still didn't understand why everyone was so upset. Wasn't this a good thing? The Book Doctor gave a long sigh. "My real name is Adarmen Coros Belacort. Canislea is my sister and twin. She is the true Original, but I am her second half. We are the Originals of our kind." Lord Oron's eyes were wide. No one had expected this. "And you are saying that Lady Belacort is dead?" "Yes. I know, just as much as you. What you felt. That was it." "It was like half of me...died," Carden said with a frown. "Lady Belacort said though that if she died, every living vampire would perish with her. Is this not true then? We should all be dead." "It was only true if Nefara had killed her. Her powers would allow her to kill me as well, because of my link to my sister. Since we aren't dead, someone else killed her. I am the final link. My death would kill everyone." Aleron smiled, thinking. "This is great though! Canislea had it all as a hoax. A trick. A lie! Nefara is safe! You can tell us where they are and we can get them..." Adarmen's face was dark. "No. What happens to her, happens to all. And there one more, vital thing," he added. Silence decended. Adarmen's tone was sharp. "I was true in saying that no one else can kill her. She will return." "What!!!" Carden gasped. Adarmen paused, reluctant to continue. "You must understand that these are secrets that my sister and I have kept close, and with good reason." he took a breath. "I speak them now because I fear what my sister intends to do." "And this is?" Carden asked. "She wants to rule over the human race," Lord Oron said, eyes downcast. "She plans on using Nefara to create Daylighters." Adarmen nodded in agreement. "My sister, as I said is true Original. I was...changed...second to her. Somehow though, through our bond, we became the two twins to create the race of vampires. We hated each other. Still hate each other, but one can not kill the other, because it would mean killing your other half. And it is impossible anyway." The way he said it, it sounded like they had tried to kill each other many times before. A shadow passed over his eyes, shielded and angry. "While one is alive, the other will be alive. If one dies, the life of the other will bring the other back to life. That's how it works, that how it always has been. As we speak, my life force is helping Canislea." "And if you were to die now?" Lord Oron asked. "Then I die, but I would return. Even if we both died simultaneously..." he shook his head. "Until now. Until Nefara. I know, that would would be able to kill Lady Canislea, as well as effectively killing us and taking the rest of the vampires with us. It just know, as well as a person can recognize any weapon that could potentially cause harm to them." Aleron stood and started to pace. "We have to warn them. We have to warn them before it's too late." "It already is."
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Post by Galadas on May 19, 2011 14:17:21 GMT -5
"I'm as stunned as you are, Gabriel," said Pierce. He faced Nefara. "But I'm glad we still live." He walked towards the door, he moved with allegance when he did not flitter. "Nefara, are you alright?" asked Gabriel. Before he slowly grabbed her hand and watched her as she lay her eyes on him. "Allow me to bring you to your mother, she's worried." "Get back!" Pierce yelled out of nothing. His voice was as heavy as the sound of thunder and as breakable as glass. He flitted in Gabriel's and Nefara's direction, shielding them from what danger he had seen.
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