Dark Calling

[Cara]

Richard scanned the crowd. There! There was a young boy and another young girl. Kriivida by the auras they projected. And so that man standing silent besides them must be Lord Oron. He fingered the gun in his pocket. He felt his lips curl back as he stared at Lord Oron. Richard was relatively young, and was born after the period that Lord Oron was killed, but he had heard the stories.
Lord Oron was famous, even after his death, for the amazing power he had. He had the ability to kill a vampire with a touch. Just a touch. He didn't need any Solis blade. Lady Canislea had informed him that he was one of the rare few to be able to funnel his powers through his own body. A vampire would just burn up and turn to ash, as if they had stepped into direct sunlight. He shivered.
Lady Belacort had told him she wanted him dead, and that it was best if you didn't get into close quarters. He looked at the rest of his team. Was there really only three Kriivida? It would be easy to take out the two younger Kriivida, but Lord Oron was the challenge, especially in an airport full of humans.
One reason the Kriivida didn't use guns was because a gun wouldn't kill a vampire. The only weapon that could was a Solis blade, infused with the power of the Kriivida, since they were a direct link to the lethal sunlight. A gun on a Kriivida could kill one, but it was defiantly much harder than a human. They didn't heal anywhere near as fast as a vampire, but it would still hurt, and while they were unconscious on the ground, give them time to finish them off before any human knew the better.
He heard the command. "Now!"
Richard whipped out his gun, aimed and fired.

[Galadas]

Zachary pushed Cecelia aside. He took his solis blade and yelled at Oron to take Cecelia to the plane. They did not have time for this. "Run!" he yelled, angrily. How did these Vampires find them? How did they find Lord Oron? He knew it was about the resurrected Kriivada.

[Cara]

Screams echoed, as terrified humans huddled under chairs and tables. Guards were running into the area. Richard pulled his lips back in a silent snarl. Richard aimed at the fleeing figures and shot. He never missed.
He saw the young Kriivida girl falter, as he hit her square in her back.
"Ce!" the other boy cried, as his eyes locked on Richard. The half of the team went to chase Lord Oron, who had scooped Cecelia into his arms and was hurrying through the terminal.
"You'll pay!" he said. It was quiet enough that only Richard's sensitive hearing could pick up. Richard only smiled, as he stepped back and melted into the chaotic crowd. He watched, as three heavy guards tackled Zachery, wrestling him to the ground, and tugging the Solis bade from his hand.
Richard stepped in.
As the three guards hauled Zachery to his feet, he stood there, and pulled out his badge. "FBI," Richard said calmly, as the three guards looked Richard over suspiciously. One then nodded.
"This you'r guy?"
"This is Zachery Malis," Richard said. He only knew Zach's first name, but either way, it was all of little importance. "There is a warrant on his head, dead of alive, by the United Nations security council. He's a leader of a high organization network," Richard said. "You can hand him over to our care," Richard said, nodding to the four other team members that were now standing behind Richard. "I can't say any more than that, gentlemen," Richard said smoothly.
The guards nodded, when suddenly Zach started to struggle, and fight, using all his Kriivida strength. He knew that being in human custody was the better option than being in these vampire's hands. Before he could escape, Richard stepped in front of him, slamming his fist into Zachery's face. Zach crumpled to the ground.
"Take him away, boys," Richard said, as the vampires lifted up the unconscious Kriivida and cuffed him.
The guards watched in slight confusion and shock. "Um, sir," one man spoke up. "I'm pretty sure that there will need to be paper work about this. And there was two others he was with---"
"The rest of my team is on that," Richard said. "Go help, make sure that they don't escape. A young girl, shot accidently by her own man here, and an older gentleman."
He hesitated. "And the paper work?"
Something must have flashed in Richard's lightness eyes, because the man took a step back. "We'll go and see what...we can do," the man said. "No paper work." The three guards hurried off.
"Get him in the van," Richard said. He set his cold gaze around to see as other official personal came to the scene to check up on the humans. They had better get out before people started asking the wrong questions. They quickly left.


Lord Oron ran, supporting Cecelia. Her blood trailed down the back of his jacket.
"My Lord, you... need to... get on the...plane," she said, on the cupse of unconciousness.
Lord Oron looked around, his keen and well trained eye picking out the vampires that had followed them. He looked for the strange, inhuman grace with which they walked, and the other mannerisms vampires had that distinguished them from humans. He counted six in total.
And the vampires were not the only problem. Human cops and guards were running after him. "You there! With the girl! Stop!"


Sweet music danced from Lady Canislea's fingertips, as she whisked the bow across the strings. A shimmering tone that hung suspended in the air. Her finger's flew up the fingerboard of the violin at an incredible speed as she came out of the cadenza with a flourish.
She opened her eyes, her ears picking up still the tiniest of sound still vibrating off the walls. "Ah, nothing like a little Beethoven to wake up to," she said, looking at Percy who was pouring a glass on the table.
"Nothing quite like it," he said. Even after two hundred years in Lady Belacort's service he still couldn't get over her violin playing. No human could match her tone, or the dexterity that vampirism graced her with, but she was naturally talented, and had centuries of practice. He watched as Canislea started up again, this time playing an old Romanian favorite by Bartok before bridging over into Csaradas. She moved as if the music was her soul, and something secretive and private. He watched, memorized as she swung around with a natural fluidity, sound tumbling from her strings. He knew that Canislea owned a multitude of instruments, and over a dozen different violins from different eras. Many times she had one personally made for her by the most talented luthier of the century. One of her prized possessions was the famed Stradivarius that she had created for her back int eh 1400s.
Percy was jolted out of his reverie, as the cellphone on the table rang. He picked it up.
"Hello?" he asked. He nodded as he listened to the caller. He heard the violin stop, and knew that Lady Belacort was listening too. "Ok, yes yes. I will tell her. Good. Very good." He hung up.
Lady Belacort didn't need to ask. "But Lord Oron was not mentioned," she said, her face a deadly calm. She stepped menacingly forward, brandishing her bow like a sword. She pointed it at Percy, jabbing him in the chest. "Call him back. I want to know exactly what happened."

[Galadas]

Cecelia opened her eyes slowly, she felt as if her head had been blown to tiny pieces. The protective eyes of Lord Oron stared over her. He said nothing while he observed her wound. Mentally he told her to stay down and not move. Where they on the plane? She remembered little. They had left Zachary behind, he was probably dead of captured. They had been followed by Vampires through the airport, and there her knowledge stopped. One big, giant blur.
They had to be on the plane, she felt like she was on a plane. That feeling of being without gravity. On their way to Germany, the city of Munich. She was scared, scared for her own life. They hadn't even left America and they were attacked. The enemy knew about Lord Oron, a dangerous adventure was waiting for them.

"I can't stand dragging that piece of sh*t allong anymore!" said Mister Mumford, silencing his voice so Gabriel wouldn't be able to hear it. "I say we either kill him now or attack now."
"Be patient," answered Pierce in frustration. "When Michelle calls it is time to get into action, right now: We wait." He stood, nodded at their two friends and excused himself. "I'm going for a smoke, get me when she calls." He handed the mobile phone to Mumford, who was close to losing his temper. He didn't trust Lady Belacort, never did. The whole situation to him was one big setup. But he trusted Pierce, and they had been friends since birth. Real birth, not rebirth. Their bond had only grew since they became Vampires.
Pierce grabbed Gabriel's arm. "Wanna go for a smoke?" he asked. His accent had changed since they crossed the German border. This one sounded more natural. It was German, or Dutch, or a variation of the two.
Gabriel nodded slightly. He hadn't seen a cigarette in years, but it sounded inviting. He stood and followed Pierce outside, worrying that the Ancient Vampire might kill him or something, but he told himself that it was better than live with having sold out Nefara and Elvira. - indirectly this time.
Mister Pierce took out a package of cigarettes and handed one to Gabriel. He looked in his other pocket and found himself a lighter. With one smooth movement he lighted both. "I might find it useful to kill the two Vampires that accompany Elvira and Nefara," he said.
Gabriel nodded, looking down as he pressed the cigarette against him lips.
"How old are they?" he asked, sounding remotely friendly.
"About 500 years old," Gabriel answered, not thinking about it.
"Do you find it upsetting that Alleron has some... interest in Nefara?"
"Yes," answered Gabriel. He could not help answering. He blamed the smoke.

[Cara]

(hmm, so I'm not entire sure what happened with Lord Oron and Cecelia there...?)

Zachery woke to find himself in a dark room. It seemed almost like a cellar. He couldn't see faces, only silhouettes. He felt his waist for the hidden dagger, but it was gone. He must have been searched, because he realized with a start that all he was wearing were his jeans. He was bare above the waist.
A man stepped forward into the circle of light. His eyes were black, and his face angular. "Zachery?"
Zachery looked up, glaring at the vampire.
"Let me introduce myself," the vampire said almost conversationally. "My name is Richard--"
"I'm not going to tell you anything," Zach muttered.
The vampire laughed. "Oh you are our guest! That is very rude of you," Richard said and suddenly punched Zach in the face.
Zach's head reeled. Damn, he had forgotten how strong vampires were. Red and blue dots spattered across his vision. Zach could feel the blood welling up in his mouth. He spit at Richard. The vampire didn't even flinch. With a razor smile, Richard took a finger and wiped the Zachery's blood from his face, bringing it to his mouth.
"Oh you can taste the sunlight in it," he said, spitting it out with a smile. "Would you like to be gentlemen and talk this out? Or do I have to call Miranda?"

Nefara stirred her soup lazily, not eating. Aleron looked at her. "Nefara, eat quickly," he said, his eyes doing a continued sweep of the cafe.
"I'm not hungry," she said, earning a look from Aleron, "for human food," she finished.
Aleron's hard gaze softened. "Your mother insists that you try and sustain your diet on both."
"I don't like it thought. It doesn't taste right anymore," Nefara complained, looking down at a soup that once was her favorite dish.
Aleron sighed. "Fine, let's go. Hurry though, Elvira wants us back in thirty minutes to continue on. She said her next contact should get in touch with her then.

[Galadas]

(just forwarding. They probably escaped. it happened off stage. :] )

Pierce waited with ease for Gabriel to finish his smoke. Meanwhile he searched the area with his heightened senses. If anything were to happen he wanted it to happen fast. Something told him that danger was on the move, and it headed right towards them.

"We'll be there in three hours," said Lord Oron to Cecelia after having talked to the pilot. "I'll make sure they'll heal you when we get there." He pulled up the pillow. "Get some sleep."
Cecelia was surprised by Lord Oron's friendliness. It was probably because of his history that she didn't trust him, but in the end, he had been a great Lord. The only one he ever disliked was Gabriel. She had met both of them: Gabriel and Chris. They were so not alike.

[Cara]

(haha, nice. all implied )

Lady Canislea set the phone on the table besides her violin. Percy looked at her nervously. He could see the anger in her eyes, although her face was passive and calm. "How could he just 'slip away'?" She said, her voice as hard and cold as ice. "He had a wounded bleeding girl on his shoulder! HOW COULD HE SLIP AWAY!?"
Percy shrugged, ready to flee should he see that she was to take her anger out on him.
Lady Canislea shook her head in disgust. "She was bleeding! Even the stupidest vampire could follow a trail as obvious as that!" she snarled. She sat up, straightening her already perfect posture. "I want another team ready in one hour," she said. "If they fail, they will lose their heads," she said, menacingly.
"My lady, don't you think that such a punishment is a little too...harsh?" Percy said, swallowing.
Her eyes shot towards him, flickering for a moment in the light. "Harsh?" she said. "If Lord Oron is not killed that punishment will seem merciful compared to what I have in store for anyone else who fails me." She moved closer to him, and he found he took an instinctual step back, until he felt the edge of the table press into his back. "And I will not take failure for an answer."

Elvira and Carden were at the train station already when Nefara and Aleron walked up. Nefara saw her mother talking to another woman in German. Except this woman looked and smelled human. Nefara closed her eyes feeling stronger than he had in a long time. She knew that some poor person would find a body in the alley behind the cafe and it bothered her, but only slightly now. It was the way the world worked. Elvira walked over to them with the woman.
"Ok, so here's our train," Elvira said, as the train pulled up. Nefara looked back at the woman who watched them with a warm smile as they boarded.
"Who was that?" Nefara asked once they were moving. It was dark outside, and the lights of the city were bright in the night, as the train started to travel faster, away from the lights into the countryside.
Elvira just looked at her and shook her head. She looked at the two brothers sitting across from her. "If anything happens and we get separated..." Elvira said softly. "You know where to go. Keep going to the Book Doctor or everything will have been for nothing."
"You think that those older vampires will have followed us?"
"I can't be sure, but probably."
"Nefara, we have more than them as a enemy. Unlike America, much of Europe is filled with old vampires. I'm not sure if word about you has reached all their ears and how much anyone else knows, but there is a high price on all of our heads. We must be watchful and careful."

Canislea looked over the assembled team. More than 100 vampires knelt before her. She could sense the fear, anticipation and excitement for the hunt that rolled off of them. She smiled. "I want Lord Oron's heart on a plate!" she yelled over them. "Kill everyone and anyone else that gets in the way or your lives are forfeit."
One woman in the front looked up, her dark eyes strong and her jaw hard. "My Lady Belacort," she said, "and of our debts?"
Canislea smiled. "Bring me Lord Oron's heart and not only will you be rewarded, but all of your debts to me will be fulfilled!" She could see the relieved faces of some of the vampires. "Dismissed," she said and walked back inside. She could hear the car door's slam with the squeal of tires and other start to run, flitting off.
Percy looked at her, handing her the phone. She dialed Pierce's and Mister Mumford's number.
A voice on the other end picked up. "My Lady."
"I have a different job for you."
"What?!" the voice was surprised. She couldn't tell who had answered it, but it sounded like Pierce. "But Lady Belacort--"
"No, we have a bigger problem than the girl," Canislea said.
"What do you mean?"
"Lord Oron, I'm sure you remember him, has been resurrected and has successfully boarded a plane from America. The flight is scheduled to land at 11:45 pm at the same airport Elvira and her daughter came to. I have sent a team over to multiple airports should they reroute mid flight, but I'm sure they will land in that airport. They are flying a small 1-80 private jet owned under an antonymous name. Kriivida though. As reported, the girl flying with Oron is injured, though I'm not sure how critically. According to my contact, she was shot with a human bullet through the back, but you know how well Kriivida heal. I want Lord Oron's heart on a plate," Canislea said, her voice sharp. Razor sharp. "That is your new mission. Make sure he never even touches German soil."
"You expect your team to fail," Pierce said.
"Of course. It will be Lord Oron that they will be facing."
The other line was silent. Pierce knew that she had probably given her team an ultimatum. That was usually her way. She knew she had sent them off to the slaughter house. He took a moment to absorve everything she had told him. "You said 11:40 pm."
"I did, will that be a problem?" Canislea asked.
She could hear Pierce snap his teeth together on the other end of the line. "It is in the god damn middle of the day!" he cried.
Canislea's voice hardened. "That is for you to figure out. I am sure you have had experience of chasing and killing your quarry during the daylight hours," she said. "I expect for you to find a way around that problem. You are of course the best that a vampire can hire," she said, almost condescendingly. "I want it done."
Pierce nodded, before realizing that she couldn't know that. "And Nefara?"
"I wish to deal with that personally since you have been so highly unsuccessful. I hope that killing Lord Oron will be an...easier task." The she hung up.

Pierce snapped the cell phone closed. "I hate that woman," he said to himself, looking at Gabriel for a moment, who he knew had heard most of the conversation. A look of relief crossed his features at the news that they were no longer assigned to chase Nefara and Elvira. Pierce glared at Gabriel. "What are you looking at?" he said crossly. Now to tell Mister Mumford.

[Galadas]

"Seriously! We're so close to catching our prey and she wants us to abandon our mission and go after Lord Oron. What the hell, Raph!" yelled Mister Mumford angry.
That was probably the first time Gabriel ever heard Pierce's first name: Raphael Pierce.
"Doesn't seem to me that we can do anything about it," answered Pierce.
Mumford sighed. "I rather have a couple of Vampires instead of an old Kriivada Lord," he said and looked at his companion. His facial expression said enough. "But you have a plan, spill it."
Pierce almost smiled. It was nearly a real emotion. Something different from anger and solitude. "I have one, yes. First of all: Lady Canislea has little knowledge of our dear Michelle, she could as well be dead to her. So Michelle we stay following Nefara while we take in Lord Oron. On top of that: We have bait. Our quiet Gabriel here has a history with Lord Oron, and we'll use that to get his attention. I'm sure that taking revenge on his enemy will make his blood boil." That was a smile. A smile of victory, finally something was falling into place. He stood and gave Gabriel a pad on his shoulder. "Now you've become usefull," he whispered and turned back to his group. Mumford, a Dutch Vampire named Greta, and a German Vampire named Lucien. They all had their roots in the days of the Old Romans, where they first met. He had never asked for Greta's or Lucien's history, so he had no idea how old they really were. They were strong, and that was what they needed right now. "More kriivada will be there when Lord Oron lands. That's for sure. We'll attack in broad daylight. I'll be with Gabriel in the crowd, when we spot Lord Oron and he sees us we'll run to the parking lot. I know there is one, heard some couple talk about it," he paused. Thinking about the next action. "Lady Belacort wants us to kill the Lord, but we won't. We can use him to get to Nefara. A kriivada lord won't be to much for us to handle."

[Cara]

(I had Canislea pose the issue about the sunlight, remember only because ANY vampire no matter how old or strong will be killed by the sun ^_^ )
(Oh and I have a small plan that sort of works with the plot right now. I'm just going to fast-forward a little with Elvira and Nefara. too much traveling. )

Nefara woke with a start. She could feel the sun rising in the east. Elvira's face was wide and open, as everyone around her felt the same thing. Dawn.
"Time to get off," Elvira said. "We have less than an hour until the sun comes up." And that was bad.
They moved over the warming countryside, disappearing deeper and deeper into the forest, as hills became mountains and the earth fell into valleys. Nefara took in everything: the beautiful purple peaks that sank into the clouds to the large forests and fields. It smelled so clean and amazing. It took her mind off of the threat that remained ever behind them.

Deep into the mountains lay abandoned ruins. Stone carvings and once beautiful arches were crumbled piles. They stopped, and Aleron and Carden walked around searching.
"Why did you stop?" Carden asked, scowling, as he kicked a large block of granite. "The sun will be up within a half hour and if we don't get to shelter soon, everyone will be burnt to ash except Nefara."
Elvira shot him a look. "Like I didn't know that. Thank you Carden." She turned away, her eyes scouring the stones.
Suddenly there was a noise in the woods. Elvira's head shot up, her lips peeling back in a silent snarl. Aleron and Carden had taken up a crouched position. Nefara wrinkled her nose. There was a...rancid sort of smell. It had the slight aroma of blood, but it was bad blood, sick. She didn't understand what she was sensing.
"Nefara. Get away. Run," Aleron said, standing protectively in front of her.
"What? Why?" she asked, confused.
"Don't ask, just do it!" Aleron's voice cracked, his eyes trained on the sound. Nefara felt fear roll over her, as she stepped back. The sun. But there was something else too. Sinister.

Suddenly through the trees crashed six people... no things. At a glance Nefara could tell that they were vampires, yet they weren't. A wild blood-thirsty look was in their eyes, the whites easily visible. Their hands were like claws, the nails had long since grown out and were sharp. Their hair was matted and soiled, crusty with layers of dried blood and dirt. Once handsome faces were now gaunt and savage, mouths open to reveal long fangs, while their eyes flashed with the Kriivida gold. Nefara froze. Forsaken.

Zach looked up at Richard, hate in his eyes, as he spit blood onto the floor again.
"Richard, just kill him, he isn't spilling," another vampire said.
"No, she wants him alive if that's possible. But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun then," Richard said, as he ran a long fingernail across Zach's bare chest. A line a blood appeared, small pearls welling up. Zach grimaced.
"Did we tell you we captured your lady friend?" Richard crooned.
"Cecelia!?" Zach said, looking up in horror.
"OH! So that is her name. She wouldn't tell us. Even after we tortured her." Zach looked like he was going to hurl.
"No... she... I saw her. She got away," Zach said. He hadn't wanted her to be caught! He had sacrificed himself knowing that he very well could die so Cecelia and Lord Oron could get away. "No... you're lying!"
Richard smiled, showing his long pointed teeth. "Sure think that while I go into the other room and have a nice 'chat' with her." Richard left. And a moment later there was shrill screaming on the other side of the wall. A muffled femae voice was begging for the pain to end. Zach shut his eyes, trying to ignore her painful wales and screams. Oh no, Cecelia!"
Richard appeared a moment later, his hands coated with blood. And by the smell of it, it was Kriivida blood. Cecelia's blood.
"We will let her go if you give us what we want. If not, she dies. And trust me, it will be a long death. I only need one of you alive for the person who I work for. So, let's try this again, shall we?"

[Galadas]

( I edited it.)

Mister Pierce walked through the airport, Gabriel close to his side. While the ancient Vampire looked calm and human, Gabriel couldn't help being afraid of what might happen to him. The moment he heard Lord Oron's name he got sucked into the past. How could the Kriivada lord not what to kill him, after all he had done. After all he had started.
"Have they landed?" Pierce asked over the phone. Mister Mumford and Greta were scanning the landing place.
"Yes, and they'll be entering through gate way 6, with a whole bunch of Kriivada following their every move. Be careful going out there!" Mumford said, sounding more as a friend to Pierce right now.
Pierce hung up the phone and moved his way to the big number '6'. "Gabriel!" he ordered, seeing the Vampire was holding still. "You're going with me! I won't let him kill you," he whispered.

Zachary had known days of training, all around one subject: When you're imprisoned. He had learned that he couldn't spill information, no matter what. If the Vampires held more Kriivada imprisoned and they would threat to kill them, you were not allowed to talk. Information was valuable, more than lives were.
Zachary felt his heart break as he pushed his brain to say what he needed to say. "I'm not going to talk!"

Pierce and Gabriel kept a close distance. There were over twenty Kriivada. One was wounded, and one was healing the wounded girl. Gabriel recognized her, but not by name.
"Why aren't we doing anything?"
"The other team! An other team should attack first. The Lady wants them to fail, and I want panic before we take action."

[Cara]

"Nefara run!" Elvira shouted, as the Forsaken attacked. Nefara moved just in time, as a large man made grab at her. She had expected that these Forsaken would be cumsy or slow. How wrong she could be. She guessed it was from all the scary movies she had seen in a child growing up. Zombies and everything, how zombies were blood thirsty, but moved slow and cumbersome. These creatures moved with the agility of any Kriivida, if not faster.
Nefara flitted away out of reach. There were circled in though. It was be a bad idea to run too. But how would they fight? There was too many Forsaken. She had never met one and she didn't know their powers. She had only heard what Elvira and Aleron had told her a while back.
A Forsaken was created when a Kriivida was turned by a vampire. The mixing of the two bloods didn't work. The Kriivida would go insane, loose all humanity and become just a creature. A blood-thristy thing with the ability of any Kriivida, and the craving of a vampire. They could even walk in the sun. That was the big thing. They were Daylighters and they couldn't be controlled, and they lived forever. It was almost a mutual understanding on both Kriivida and vampires that it was just wrong to create a Forsaken. They killed both vampires, Kriivida and human alike, and endangered everyone. All they wanted was flesh.

Nefara looked around and saw everyone fighting or trying to stay out of harms way, but they were being crowded in. How did one kill a Forsaken? Daylight surely didn't do it, and Nefara could feel the sun slowly rising. Shit.
They had to find cover! If they were still in the open and fighting when they sun rose everyone would be burnt alive.


Richard's lip curled up in a sickening smile. "Your choice," he said, standing. He nodded to three vampires on his left. They disappeared into the room where they were keeping Cecelia. Zach looked at the floor as the screaming and desperate cries for mercy started again. Richard smiled as he watched pain stretch across Zach's face. "Enjoy it, the blood is on your hands," he whispered in Zach's ear.
Richard turned and left then so Zach could hear the tortured cries of Cecelia on the other side of the wall for the rest of the day.
Four vampires stood guard on either corner of the room. They were like pale statues, watching with unmoving eyes. It was only after Richard was gone that Zach let the tears fall. Cecelia was dying on the other side of the wall and he had let that happen. What would happen to him now?


Carden punched one of the Forsaken, and he had the satisfaction of hearing the bone shatter. But the Forsaken was unphased. This Forsaken was a young woman with wild eyes and blonde hair. She might have been beautiful once, but no longer. Her hair was filthy and matted and her eyes were flamed with hunger. She didn't notice as her her left arm dangled uselessly at her side. The pain did not stop her from attacking Carden again, her mouth going towards his throat. Carden turned, dodging, as he grabbed her hair and then gave a twist. The woman crumpled to the ground as he broke her neck. Still she twitched there, with the last attempts to attack.
Carden let out a breath as he turned, to face another attacker.

Nefara shouted Carden's name. He didn't see another Forsaken sneak up behind him while he fought another. "Carden!"
He looked up just as the Forsaken grabbed his arm and sank it's teeth into his upper shoulder. Carden screamed, as he tried to jerk himself away, but the thing had latched on, and wasn't letting go.
"No!" Aleron cried, as he killed the Forsaken that he was fighting. Carden fell to his knees, as the other Forsaken grabbed at him and bit into his arm.
Nefara was by his side in a flash, as she felt a power inside her grow and expand. She had never felt this before, and she couldn't control it now that it was up. It was all instinct. She grabbed the two Forsaken, as she felt the energy release. Before her very eyes, the Forsaken stiffened and let lose a deafening scream, as they suddenly went up in fire and ash. The fire consumed them in only a matter of seconds. Nefara grabbed Carden, catching him before he fell to the ground.
White ash sprinkled around their heads, as Nefara stood there, shocked. What had just happened?
She looked around, there was still at least five other Forsaken, and Elvira and Aleron were trying to fend all of them off, but they had seen what had happened with Nefara and Carden.
Suddenly all the remaining Forsaken crumpled to the ground, clawing at what seemed to be thick steel collars. She hadn't noticed that before. Lying at her feet were the two metal collars that the two Forsaken she had killed had worn.
The Forsaken, their eyes glinting Kriivida gold in the coming dawn, reluctantly stopped their attack. Another wave seemed to come over all of them, as they clawed at the collars, shuddering. Slowly they retreated back. Elvira watched nervously, as Aleron ran to Carden's side.
He took Carden from Nefara's arms. Aleron glared back at Elvira. "God damnit, Elvira! You never said anything about Forsaken!" He tore away Carden's shirt, revealing two large wounds, where the Forsaken had ripped into Carden's flesh. The bleeding wasn't stopping.
Aleron laid Carden down, pressing his shirt into the wounds. Elvira stood above Carden now, her face pale. "I'm sorry. I... I didn't know. I couldn't have known!"
"What you didn't see this in any of your visions!" Aleron demanded. The shirt was already soaked through with blood.
"I haven't been able to control them since I was reawoken!" she said back. They turned to see a young boy standing and watching them. Nefara turned and barred her teeth.
The boy calmly waked up to the tense group, his face almost curious. He didn't say anything, except he motioned for them with his hand. Cautiously, they followed this strange boy, Aleron carrying Carden.
The boy lead them through the ruins to what remained of a fireplace. Stepping through, he pressed his plams against a few of the remaiing bricks, and a secret door opened up, seemingly into the side of the mountain. He nodded and motioned for them to enter. Elvira and Nefara exchanged looks before entering the darkness.

[Galadas]

Michelle had looked with a scared sense of amazement. She couldn't believe how strong Nefara was. She already had her hands at her phone when she saw the group following a young boy. She needed to follow, Pierce's orders.


Pierce watched with a sadistic smile how Vampires were slaughtered by the more powerful Kriivada in a fight over Lord Oron. The girl who had been wounded stood once more, siding with Lord Oron.
"The Parking lot is secure!" said Mister Mumford over the phone.
"We'll have him there in about ten minutes, if not, earlier," answered Pierce, he hung up again.
Gabriel looked up, he had sat down on the floor. He saw no satisfaction in seeing Vampires getting killed.
The sounds of cries kept filling the air at the airport. It looked disastrous for the Vampires and finally Pierce lifted Gabriel from the ground. "Stay close to me. In the end, I'm stronger than you are!" he whispered and moved towards the fight.
Gabriel wanted to run, the moment he caught Lord Oron's eyes. But when the Lord recognized him everything seemed to change. He felt young and unbeatable. He had broken a great Lord's heart and started something no Vampire could have ever done. He had manipulated whole groups of people, betrayed them. He created a child that no one had ever seen, with unimaginable powers. He had nothing to fear, he had been through all of it.
"He has seen us, run!" Pierce said.

Lord Oron felt his heart bounce out of his chest. He felt rage, revenge, and fear. He wanted to see his wife, his child, instead he got his rival. The Vampire he hated so much he didn't even think it was possible. "GABRIEL!" he yelled and started to pursuit his enemy. His surroundings were unimportant, as was the fight he was in before and wherever he would follow Gabriel.

[Cara]

Aleron blinked in amazement as the giant heavy door closed behind them. Outside, he could feel the deadly sun rising up. He gave a shiver knowing how close they had been to being dust. Carden moaned in his arms, and Aleron looked up at the strange by leading them deeper and deeper into the mountain.
"Where are we going?"
The boy didn't answer, only looked back to make sure they were following. Nefara leaned towards Elvira, her eyes wide. Elvira kept her face calm, impassive as she walked ahead of them, but Aleron had known her long enough when she was nervous. He could tell by her gait that she was scared.
Aleron spoke again. "We need help... my brother..." he said, looking at Carden. The clean shirt over Carden's wound was already soaked through with blood.

Nefara could still feel ghostly fingers of the energy running through her body. She felt charged and strong. Her nerves make her feel even more so. "Elvir--mom," she started, watching the boy with suspicion. The boy didn't seem to be frightened in the least. He walked with confidence past a maze of corridors until they reached a large room. Nefara let out a slight gasp. It was a beautifully furnished and decorated room, that was alive with history. It was an amazing mix of all cultures and time periods into one large design. Warm light was emitted from the ceiling.
A tall figure stood at the center of the room, his back to them. The boy stopped and stood aside, silent.
"Why are you here?" the figure asked, not turning to greet them. He spoke with a strange lilting accent.
"Because you brought us here!" Nefara said out.
The figure turned to them. He wore strange attire. Something between a suit and a tunic, if it were possible. He was quite tall, with a lean figure. He had long dark hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. Looking at him, Nefara would never be able to guess his age. The man was extremely handsome, looking perhaps late twenties, but he also looked ancient at the same time. Was it the way he stood? Spoke?
The man smiled, showing the points of his teeth. It was a neutral smile, neither cold or welcoming. His eyes were impassive; not an emotion flickered of their surface. He started at Nefara until she averted her eyes, dropping her gaze. She could still feel his eyes on her before they moved away. She glanced up. He was looking at Elvira now.
"Why are you here? In Germany?" he asked.
Elvira spoke up. "The Book Doctor." The man didn't react at all, so she continued. "We are searching for the Book Doctor and our search has lead us to this area."
"Why do you seek the Book Doctor? Is he not just a myth?"
"We seek information. And it is our only hope. You have to help us," she said.
A slight smile quirked the man's lips. "Help? I do not have to help anyone," he said.
"Can you help my brother? We were attacked... by Forsaken!!" Aleron cut in.
The man turned his attention to Aleron and Carden. "So you have met my guards."
"Guards?!?"
"They make wonderful guards. So...motivated."
A low growl started in Aleron's throat.
"Please... Then you know how to help him!" Nefara said.
"Perhaps," the man said.
Nefara wanted to scream. "You are either going to help us or not! You wouldn't have had him," she said, gesturing to the silent boy, "bring us in here for nothing! Meanwhile you talk your half truths, Carden is bleeding to death!"
The man didn't react, but leaned back against the table, his arms folding across his chest.
"Get the salve," he said to the boy standing there. "And some cloth." The boy bowed and disappeared. He seemed them to unfold himself, and Nefara was hit with the man's full aura. She let out a little gasp. He was old. Positively ancient.
"You're the... Book Doctor," Nefara said.
He shrugged. "One of many names."
"Then you must know why we have come!" Elvira said, her eyes lighting up.
The man narrowed his eyes at her. "I may chronicle history and all, but I do not know what has only been a blink of the eyes to me!"
Elvira, abashed, frowned. "Why did you not let your Forsaken tear us apart then?"
The Book Doctor turned his eyes to Nefara. "I saw what you did out there. I have never seen it before. And seeing your aura. It's a Kriivida aura, shadow touched by that of a vampire," he said, looking at her as if she were some experiment. Nefara tried to pull her aura in, but she was too nervous.
Elvira looked broken. "What? What do you mean the first time? Has there been no other case like this before?"
The Book Doctor sighed. "Come, we shall see. Leave your brother there," he said to Aleron. "My Children will take care of him."


Zach stirred as he heard footsteps. How long had it been? He had lost track of time. The painful shrieks and screams had long since dyed away. He felt like someone had pierced his own heart. Cecelia. Dead.
"Ok boy, time to rise and shine!" Richard said, approaching. "Gag him," he ordered.
Zach looked up, startled, as another vampire grabbed his head with one hand and held a rag of chloroform in the other. He struggled, jerking his head back and forth, but he could feel the drug taking effect. As the lights shimmered around him, he saw Richard's pale face sneering down on him. "Grab him. Let's go. Canisea wants him now."

[Galadas]

"Run!" Pierce ordered, he grabbed Gabriel's frozen arm and dragged him from his spot. They started to flit, slower than they could, to keep Lord Oron able to follow them.
"GABRIEL!" the Lord yelled.
"Pieces are falling into place," Pierce said over the phone. It seemed like Mumford was always waiting for his call, they picked up at the first second. Like they felt the other was calling. He hung up, jumped down the stairs and opened the door to the parking lot for Gabriel.
The lot was died out. There were a few cars, about ten, where more than 200 could stand. Mumford was standing against one of the cars, he did not look up when Pierce and Gabriel ran in. Greta and Lucien were ready to find. They were now a team of five Vampires, of which four ancient.
Mister Pierce and Gabriel joined the three Vampires at the car. They heard the door being opened behind them. The heavy sound of metal being lit out of his lock and thrown at the wall. "You bastard!"
Mister Pierce pushed Gabriel to the car, making the alarm go off. But he did not care, all the other entries had been sealed by Lucien. All the camera's were being manipulated. "My Lord, what a pleasure to meet you," said the ancient Vampire. He grinned.
"Who send you?!" asked Lord Oron, raising his voice. He seemed to have no intentions of getting out of the parking lot.
"We do not feel like telling you," Mumford snapped. He had enough of talking. When the tension seemed to be high, he became nervous. Dangerously nervous.
Lord Oron leaped forward, aiming his solar blade at Gabriel. Mumford and Pierce moved faster than normal Vampires would when flitting. They tackled the Lord and pierced him to the ground. Meanwhile Greta grasped the Solar blade from the Kriivada's hand, the Dutch Vampire did not need gloves to hold the weapon. She took it and lay it on her skin. She threw it far away from Lord Oron, without a single mark on her hand.
Gabriel looked away from the fight, following Lucien with his eyes. The Vampire closed the door to the lot and opened a car that was close by.
"Stay still or we'll turn you in a Forsaken!" threatened Mister Pierce, he opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth.
Lord Oron didn't stop fighting. "Who do you work for!? Where have you taken Nefara and Elvira!?"
Gabriel came closer, having heard the assumption. "Nefara and Elvira aren't captured, they're still free," he said, hoping to calm the Kriivada. But he also said it for himself. He might have helped taking down Lord Oron, but at least they had not found Nefara and the others. This kept them save.


Cecelia looked around. All the Vampires had been killed, they never stood a chance. "Where is Lord Oron?" he asked one of the Kriivada fighters.
"No way! You idiots! We had to keep an eye on Lord Oron, we've just lost him!" the Kriivada Lord yelled. "Find him! He can't be far!" The next few minutes there was a lot of panic. People ran through the airport, while they leaded Cecelia out of the place. She would be send to the headquarters with a car, probably to be interrogated about what happened at the airport in The U.S.


Michelle hid behind a big stone wall in the middle of the forest. She could not stay in direct sunlight and so it seemed that she had lost her prey. Although she could still smell them. The might turn up sooner or later. But for now, they were piece of the stone that was between them.

[Cara]

Canislea lounged back in the push covers of the couch, as she watched the television with a smile. A woman, a news reporter stood outside the airport, her face worried and full of fear. Stupid human.
"Live. Right now I am standing outside the Munich international airport, which is full of what specialists are calling a new form of terrorism. We have yet to receive word from anyone inside. Experts have yet to say whether this attack is linked to Al Qaeda or any other Middle Eastern terrorist group."
She laid back with interested as she continued to watch this emergency broadcast. Everything was falling into place.
"We are not sure of what is going on inside, but gunfire and screaming has been heard from the building. Security has been unable to respond...."
Percy came in, handing her a glass. She took a delicate sip. It was slightly too bitter for her taste, but it would do just fine and she didn't feel like telling Percy to fetcher her a different glass. He stood and watched.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, watching the news footage.
"Oh this couldn't be better. This is only the beginning," she whispered.
"What do you mean, my lady?"
"Once Lord Oron is out of the picture... I can refocus on Nefara. That child is the key..."
Percy looked back as Canislea flipped to another news station, which was reporting more or less the same information. She stopped suddenly. This reporter was saying something much different.
"Despite what authorities are saying, I believe that this isn't the working of any terrorist group... There has been increasing evidence of... another force at work. Greater than us. Whatever is inside is not human."
Percy looked at Canisea in shock. "You knew this was going to happen! They'll discover us! There is no way for anyone in that airport to not be discovered. They'll find out. You sent almost 60 vampires in there and set them against probably 100 Kriivida and Lord Oron. Then you sent Mumford and Pierce there. Why!?"
"All in good time, Percy," she said, and drained her glass.


Aleron hesitated before following the rest of the group. Out of the corner of his eye he saw more people entering the room to tend to Carden. Aleron sighed and followed the Book Doctor.
They were sitting at a large table. It seemed like something from when he was a child. Right out of the 1700s. The entire room was furnished in that style. The Book Doctor sat at the head of the table, his hands steepeled.
As soon as they were situated, Elvira demanded, "what did you mean, that this is the first time!?"
"I would have let my guards devour you all had I not witnessed what you did," he said looking at Nefara. "I have not seen that before," the Book Doctor said, starting at Nefara with a chilling gaze. Nefara could feel the power, granted through time, that radiated from his body and felt cowed.
Elvira seemed to deflate. "So we searched for you…all for nothing."
The Book Doctor leaned back. He was calm as ever. "What are your names," he asked, ignoring Elvira.

Percy bowed low as he entered the room. “My Lady, the boy. He had arrived.”
“Bring him in,” she said.
Zach, still blindfolded and half drugged was pushed into the room. As the back was taken off his head, he shrank back from the light, only to be shoved forward so that he fell at Canisea’s feet.
“This is the boy?” she asked.
“Yes. We left immediately and took a direct flight here.” She nodded, tipping Zach back with her foot to better see his face.
Zach shrank back in fear. He could sense her aura. It was undisguised and powerful. He had never felt an aura this strong from a vampire before. It dwarfed all others. How old was she!?
“I have heard you have been most uncooperative,” Canislea said. She took Zach’s head in her hands, so that he stared her in the face.
“What will you do with him, Lady Belaort?”
“I will break him.”