Dark Calling

[Galadas]

Pierce pushed Lord Oron's face against the floor of the car. "Let Gabriel drive, the sooner we are out of here, the better!" he yelled at Mumford, who was opening the front door.
"Please tell me, we are going to kill him later on!" said Mister Mumford, nodding at Gabriel to sit behind the wheel. "That's what the Lady wants and before you know we loose him! We're outstanding good at loosing our prey, remember!" he snapped.
Pierce didn't answer, he placed a piece of cloth in the Lord's mouth and then hit the man on the back of his head, as hard as he could. Lord Oron was unconscious at once. "I'm thinking about it!"
"No, Pierce! You're not, you make the wrong decision and you won't even rethink it. First this fool Gabriel, now you're going to make the same mistake with this Kriivada!" yelled Mumford.
"We'll talk about this when we get to a safe house," muttered Pierce, he did not dare to look at his friends face.
Gabriel started to drive the car, finding the silence in the back weird and it gave him ideas. Ideas that could help him escape.

Greta and Lucien dragged Oron's limb body inside. It seemed almost too easy fleeing from the Airport in broad daylight. The sun had been gone for almost a few hours, and since then it had been raining.
The house was someone at the outskirts of town, they parked the car behind. They took the back entrance. There were two rooms, one had only a chair, the other had a table and more chairs, two closets and a fridge. These Vampires did not need more.
Mumford waited for Gabriel to sit down on one of the chairs, while Lord Oron was brought into the second room. Pierce was making a call with Michelle outside. He did not think about calling the Lady.

"Michelle? Where are you now?" asked Pierce, leaning against the way, staring up at the grey skies.
"Outside some kind of a cave. I can't get in, but I'm sure they are in there."
"Call me when anything changes, okay," said Pierce and he hung up. He knew she would say 'yes', he didn't need to hear it.
The door opened, Mister Mumford walked out and leaned to the wall next to Pierce.
"Now we can talk," he whispered, keeping his voice down so the Vampires in the house couldn't hear their conversation.
Pierce used the same whisper. "What do you have to say?"
"I have a feeling that something will go wrong soon, I don't trust Gabriel, and I believe he could help Lord Oron escape..."
"Oron will kill him if he does," said Pierce, interrupting Mister Mumford.
"Let's just kill the Kriivada Lord, he is of no use to us!"
"He is!" Pierce looked away from his friend. "He might be our only way out," he paused. "Here's the thing, my friend. I don't trust the Lady, at the least. She needs Nefara for something, and I believe it is something big. Besides, she send in those Vampires without caring for their lives. If you ask me, they've all been killed. We'll do what we've been asked. We'll catch Nefara, if we can, but we're not going to kill Lord Oron."
Mumford shook his head. "I don't understand you, Raph. Why wouldn't you want to kill Oron? Why keep him alive?"
Pierce didn't answer. There was something he wasn't telling him. He opened the door and walked in.

[Cara]

The Book Doctor was strange in all mannerisms. It was so strange. His skin was so white, it seemed bleached, and his hair was dark. Black almost, except in the light she could almost see other colors in. Like the wings of a raven. His eyes were a grey, that was sharp and deep. The man was ageless, both young and absolutely ancient in appearance.
He seemed at ease, as he leaned back in his chair. With the air and confidence that if anything went wrong, he could kill everyone in the room. Dangerous. Except, she felt a warmth and opening too. It was inviting, as if she were sitting by the warmth of a fire. So strange.
Elvira was looking at him fiercely. "You have to help us. We have come to see if in the history of...our kind, if anyone else like my daughter has ever existed."
The Book Doctor stared at Nefara longer than necessary, making her squirm in her seat. "No."
Elvira seemed to deflate. "No..." she said.
"There has been similar cases. A human carrying a child, being bitten. That is the most similar situation. But the child died. She was too strong in the human world, and too weak among vampires. And there was no special qualities about her. That was in 1084. There has also a young girl, half Kriivida, half human, who was changed. This was in 1361, but the child went insane Almost like a Forsaken. She could walk in the daylight, and had the strength of any vampire, and an uncontrollable blood lust. But she kept her intelligence. Unlike a Forsaken, the child could think and plan, which made her even more dangerous and murderous. She was eventually hunted by both vampire and Kriivida. It took almost 120 years to finally capture and put her down." He paused, to take in the group's reaction. "Your daughter is the first person I have ever seen that has managed to keep her humanity, her sanity, and uniquely can even survive without blood."
Nefara looked at her feet, concentrating on her shoe laces.
Elvira was nodding.
The Book Doctor leaned in, planting his elbows on the table. "I know who you are, Lady Elvira Athers, third daughter of Morgos Cawell, wife of Lord Oron d' Athers." Elvira looked up in surprise. The Book Doctor smiled, showing teeth. "Don't think because I live in the heart of these mountains that I do not know 'current' events... As I said, my Children are my eyes and my ears as well. And if word is right, you are a woman of visions." Elvira scowled. She did not like the fact that the Book Doctor knew so much about her. "Have you had any visions? You ask me questions, when you very well might know more answers than I."
"No. I have not had any significant visions since I was... re-awoken."
"You, too, are a strange case. You can not survive no longer on human blood. How are you doing?" he said, his eyes probing.
Elvira didn't answer. But she didn't need to; the evidence of her hunger was plain in her eyes, which were thin orbs of black.
"But your visions, yes?" he asked again. "Tell me your latest vision, for I know you still have them."
"But I can no longer control them! I can't direct them in any way! And they only come to me in dreams now. Only dreams..." Elvira was pale. Nefara watched her mother, her brows knitted together. Elvira hadn't spoken about her visions in a long time.
"There's a world... I don't know how far.. in the future. It's a terrible place." She swallowed, as if afraid to speak. Her fingers were dug into the wood of the table, making deep groves. "Humans know about vampires."


Laura sat in bed. Where was everyone? She still felt as if she wasn't apart of the Kriivida. Everyone knew her as the girl who was friends to the vampires. It wasn't very helpful in being included. At least now, she was working with other Kriivida trainers to help keep her new found powers under control.
Where had Cecelia gone? And Zach? Last she had heard they were headed to the airport to drop off Lord Oron. She wasn't entire sure who this Lord Oron was anyway.
Sitting on her bed, she suddenly turned over and opened up her nightstand. Pulling out a small box she had kept, she opened it. Inside were three items: an old photo of her parents, holding her as a baby (she now knew who they were), a smooth rock, from the beach that she had since she was little. And a ring that Nefara had bought her for her 18th birthday. She had never gotten rid of it. She weighed it in her palm. It was cool against her skin, the silver catching the sunlight. Where was Nefara now? Guilt and regret and anger twisted in her stomach. Divided conflicts.
Cecelia and Zach and the Council weren't telling her anything. Everyone else was keeping secrets and information too. She knew it. When she walked into a room, usually people stopped talking or suddenly switched topics. Even her family. When she had gotten to this Kriivda house, people easily identified her parents from the old photo and Laura was surprised to find out she had relatives. Many relatives actually, but they were all distant, especially when they found out her previous connections. Laura threw the ring at the wall. Nefara was still making her life miserable!

[Galadas]

Mister Pierce entered the room where Lord Oron was held captive. It was a small room, 4 by 4 meters at the most, but it was soundproof. Everyone outside the room could never hear the conversation, he had made sure of that. He had gone through great lengths to get it magically barricaded for possible enemies.
"Lord Oron, it is nice to meet you," said Pierce, showing his hand, but not shaking it with the Kriivada.
Oron looked angry at the Vampire, not saying a word, for he had learned to keep his mouth shut when in captivity.
"My name is Raphael Pierce, I have a proposal for you," he said.
Lord Oron found that strange, all this time he had thought that they wanted him dead. He was surprised when he got captured by Gabriel and his stronger, older Vampire friends. It was looking more and more like they needed something from him.
"We were ordered to kill you, we work for a Vampire named Lady Canislea, but recent events have taught me that it's not the Kriivada I should be feared off. Whatever the Lady is planning and not telling us, is bad. It has something to do with your daughter, but I can't figure out what..."
"Why are you telling this to me!" said Lord Oron.
"My lord, I understand what you are afraid of, but I promise I'm not going to kill you. Killing you would be... a waste of heart," he paused. "I need you for something, and I need you for that alive. We're going after Nefara, and we'll see what the Lady has planned, when something happens that goes against any of my expectation you'll be released. You'll have to promise me, that when you've been released, you'll notify your superiors of that current situation. If what I fear will happen happens, then we better work together to stop it."
Lord Oron had opened his eyes widely. He was impressed by this Vampire, how cool he was about the given situation and how he was planning on dealing with it. But he feared that Pierce's expectation of future events were never going to happen. "What if you're wrong, and nothing goes wrong."
The Vampire sighed. "I fear that I'm right, almost sure I am."
It seemed like the silence between them laster for ages, they did not look the other in the eyes. Pierce was clearly waiting for an answer. He wasn't Lord Oron's boss, and that bothered him. Just like it bothered him with the Lady.
"Can I talk to Gabriel?" the Lord asked at last, and Mister Pierce nodded slowly. The Vampire turned and left the room. He saw the question as a 'yes' to his proposal.

"Gabriel," said Mister Pierce, as he entered the room, almost unnoticed. No one had heard the door.
Mister Mumford arose from his seat, staring confused and almost sad at his friend. He knew something was up, but nothing was told him.
Gabriel nodded and stood.
"You're going to talk to Lord Oron," ordered Pierce, he figured there was no point in asking it nicely.
"No way!" yelled Gabriel, jumping from his chair. He knew Pierce didn't like the hear 'no', that man certainly had some issues.
"The Lord is bound to a chair, you don't have to worry about him attacking you," said Mister Pierce, he opened the door to the room. "Get in!"
The relatively young Vampire acknowledged he had no choice.

[Cara]

The silence ebbed for a moment. Nefara looked from her mother to the Book Doctor. Elvira seemed lost in her thoughts for a moment, her face hard, but the Book Docotr seemed flat, his expression unreadable.
After a moment the Book Doctor stood.
"Why did you not tell us this!?" Aleron asked, who had been listening quietly since they had entered the room. His thoughts had been on Carden. No one has ever been able to survive the bite of a Forsaken. His hands were folded tightly in his lap. he unclenched them now.
Elvira looked at him, for a moment her eyes were lighted. "What was I supposed to do?" she demaned. "I can no longer control my vision. I do not know what will cause this! Or what can stop it! I am at the mercy of greater workings!" She hated being so blind! There once had been a point where she could trigger a vision without a second thought. They could be so vivid it was like experiencing it first hand. She could see the threads and how each was connected to another. That power had been lost and broken when Gabriel ha re-awoken her.
"Calm yourself," the Book Doctor said. He looked at Nefara, his gaze unnerving. "Come here, child," he said.
Nefara looked up in alarm. He beckoned her with a finger. Elvira had stood with her daughter.
"I want a better look at you," he said, coming around the table. Nefara edged away. The power that radiated from his was frightening at this distance. She stood still, even though the urge to flee was great.
"You killed that Forsaken with a touch. Many powerful Kriivida over the centuries have had powers like that. It is a rare gift to have powers by touch. The majority of Kriivida operate and use their powers through a Solis blade or other weapon. The properties in the weapon allow them to control the power from their bodies. And over time the blades that they use become infused with their magic. That is why a vampire can not touch a Kriivida blade. You know this, right?"
Nefara nodded mutely. She had know about the Solis blades, but not about the power of touch.
He seemed to read her thoughts. "Of those rare few gifted with Touch, even a lesser few have a great enough power to turn a vampire to ash with just skin contact and a thought. Who was your father?" he asked.
Nefara took a small breath and swallowed. Elvira hadn't really talked about her father. It wasn't a subject that she liked to approach, but Nefara knew enough. "Lord Oron."
The Book Doctor smiled a if he knew this already. "Lord Oron was one of the few that had such a power."


Zach was shoved down to his knees. He felt hands holding him as the bindings on his head disappear. He turned around sharply as soon as they let go, only to see the door slamming supt at the end of the room. Damnit! He ran over to the door, banging on it angrily with his fists. No! He had a chance, and it had slipped through his fingers!
He turned and surveyed the room. To his surprise, he saw people there watching him silently as he bloodied his hands on the door. He turned slowly and looked at the small group standing on the other side. There was a small bedroom with a couple of beds. It reminded him of the dorm he had back at college with Cecelia. Cecelia. His heart ripped in two. He took a calming breath.
"Bonjour (hello)," a man asked. Zach looked back at the small huddle of people, others who were poking their heads out from the curtained rooms.
Zach gave a timid wave. "Um, hey?" Confusion rocked his head. He was never good at French.
"Oh you speak English," the man said. Zach nodded.
Zach stepped forward and looked at him and the other people silently watching. They all wore black cotton pants and shirts with boots. The man looked to be only a few years older than Zach. Late twenties? He had dark blonde hair with brown eyes and a wide smile. Zach could see now that he had something sticking out of his neck. What was it? It looked like some small metal device or faucet... Suddenly Zach felt sick. It suddenly dawned on him where he was. He was at this vampire woman's house and now he was a prisoner living with her slaves. He saw the read marks of a beating on the man.
Zach shook his head. "Do you know how to get out?" he asked.
"There are many ways out, but I did not get your name? I am Adrien. This here is my sister, Cherie and this is Gill."
"I'm Zach. Now do you know a way out?"
Adrien frowned. "Why?"
"I need to get out. Please you have to help me."
"You can't leave," he asked. "Lady Belacort has put you here for a good reason."
"That is her name?"
"Yes, Lady Canislea Belacort."
Zach nodded, well if there was no escape for at least a little while, he might as well ask how these people were and settle down, although he didn't feel that tired. Just stiff. He stretched, noticing with surprise that he was also dressed in simple black.
"Who is Lady Canislea Belacort?"


Nefara looked at her hands. She could still feel the warmth, though it wasn't as strong as it had been when she had killed that Forsaken. It was like a feeling she had never known. It was a warmth that wasn't only heat but...emotion? How else could she describe the feeling of energy that ran through her limbs.
"You knew this," the Book Doctor said to Elvira. Again she nodded. Nefara frowned. Why was Elvira keeping so much from her? As her daughter, she had a right to know such things. Elvira had tried to tell Nefara this, Nefara reminded herself, but it had been too soon. Or so she had thought.
"What do you think?" Elvira asked.
"Well, Nefara, you have the abilities of any vampire, and you can also walk in daylight. Even I can not do that," he mused. "But you also have powers of an incredibly strong Kriivida, although no Kriivida could kill a Forsaken as you did today. Looking at your aura I can see the mixing of your heritage," he went on. "I can only guess that you have the ability to grant vampires the ability to walk in the sun."
Nefara nodded slowly. "I already did."
The Book Doctor looked unsurprised. "To you?" he asked Aleron.
"Yes."
"I thought something was slightly different about your aura," the Book Doctor said.
"I need you to see something," he said, changing the subject abruptly; something he did often. The Book Doctor turned and hit a remote which opened up a large screen on the opposite wall. A news broadcast turned on. It was in German, but Nefara read the subtitles: 'Vampires Among Us?'
"WHAT?" Elvira gasped. "Who? What? Why!?"
"This happened quite recently. While you were here, actually. From an incident in an airport with an attack by a large group of vampires on a Kriivida party."
"Why would they do that? Everyone knows the unspoken rules. The consequences. We have lived for hundreds of years like this. Humans can't know about us!" Aleron jumped in.
"As I am aware," the Book Doctor said, calm as ever. "I have yet to discover the purpose behind this attack, but the orders have been linked to a very powerful vampire: Lady Belacort."

[Galadas]

Gabriel had his eyes on the ground as he entered the room. He closed the door behind him and leaned against the wall, noticing how calmly Lord Oron was placed on his chair. He did not look into the eyes of the Kriivada. He wished he could just disappear, fall down a whole in the ground and never meet Oron again. The grinned then, he was standing, free, for as far as that was possible. Lord Oron was bound to a chair.
"It has been a long time," said Lord Oron, his voice cracked.
Gabriel nodded, biting his lip. "It should have been much longer."
Oron ignored that responds. "How's Elvira?" he asked. Gabriel was one of the few people that had seen Elvira alive since she was turned. He had heard about what Sam had done to find out what happened to Nefara. He could not agree with Sam's actions, but he understood why the Kriivada Lord had done it.
Gabriel placed his hands on the wall and looked from behind his curly hair at Lord Oron. "She's... fine," he said. He remembered her teeth sinking into his skin and then when she hugged him and told him to be careful. He missed her and he missed being distrusted so heavily by the whole group.
"And Nefara? What does she look like?"
Gabriel placed his eyes randomly on part of the room as he thought back. It had been only one to two days since he had seen them last. "Just like her mother, ravenblack hair, very pale. A beautiful young girl..."
"And she's a Vampire. Alleron turned her."
Gabriel nodded. "She is."
"Do you know where they are?" Lord Oron tried to find the Vampire's eyes.
"No, I don't. And it is not save for me to know."
"You're protecting them?" asked Oron, he moved on his chair, so he could stretch his back. "How much you have changed since I last saw you, Gabriel." He grinned, which confused the Vampire. Why did he grin? What was so funny? "What do you think will happen when Elvira sees me again, Gabe. Because I guess she won't be interested in you anymore."
"What are you getting at."
"You're the most selfish person I've ever met, you never act in the interest of others. You won't protect Elvira just because she asked you, if you don't get anything out of it. So, that must mean... that you love her," said Lord Oron, his face was a complete mask. He carried anger and fear, but he did not show it.
"Excuse me," said Gabriel, turning his head a bit and staring right into Oron's eyes for the first time.
"You love Elvira. That's why you want to protect her, but when I see her again, I'll tell her what you're planning!" yelled Oron.
Gabriel launched himself at the Kriivada Lord, showing his teeth. He would not hear more of it, and he would not allow Oron to take everything away from him.
Pierce and Mumford ran through the door, they both grabbed one of Gabriel's arms and forced him to the ground. "Calm down!" snapped Mister Pierce. "Calm down or I'm going to make you calm down!"
Mumford dragged the angry Vampire out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Pierce kicked against the chair, Oron fell down to the ground. "You're ruining my plan, my lord!" he snapped. "I can't have Gabriel and you fighting all the time."
"Then take me with you!"
Pierce laughed. "Seriously! I underestimated you, my lord, but I can't take you with me. The Lady might find out, and then my plan falls into pieces. You'll stay here, I'll bring Gabriel along."

Mumford pushed Gabriel against the wall, snapping his spinal chord. "I know your history, Gabriel. You want to kill Oron, and maybe I should let you."
"Don't!" commanded mister Pierce, who entered the room with speed.
Mister Mumford allowed Gabriel to get away from his grip, looking with betrayal at his best friend. "WHY!?" he yelled.
Pierce flitted and took Mumford along into the next room, where Oron looked with questions. "Ik vertrouw haar niet (I don't trust her)!" he said in a language that the Lord couldn't understand.
"Waar heb je het over! (What are you talking about)"
"Ik vertel het je zodra we hier klaar zijn. (I'll tell you as soon as we're done here)"
Mumford nodded, satisfied with that, at least now he got to hear why Pierce was so confusing.

[Cara]

Elvira leaned heavily back in her chair, stunned. "Lady Belacort? Who is she? Why would she do this?" If she was as powerful as the Doctor had alluded to, why had Elvira never even heard of her?
"She is an Ancient. One of the first, actually. Belacort wouldn't have acted as she did without a plan or a purpose."
"She wants people to know about us," Nefara whispered.
"I.. I don't understand," Aleron muttered. "We will be hunted. Both Kriivida and vampire alike."
"I know that many Kriivida groups and vampires are on this task already to combat the news, but so much has changed over time. It is getting more difficult to hide with improving technology that both helps as much as it hinders. This broadcast is playing all over the world."


Percy bowed low as he walked in the room. Lady Canislea Belacort was watching the television and on the phone. Six other vampires were working over computers, monitors humming softly.
"My Lady."
"Ah, Percy! There you are!" Canislea exclaimed, her eyes bright. "Everything is falling into place. I was just about to call Pierce. They managed to capture the Lord Oron, and already the Kriivida are falling apart. They are spread too thin and you can only search so fast."
"If Lord Oron is as powerful as you say he is, why haven't we heard of any struggle? I did some research like you recommended, and I found out that he is one of a few Kriivida that has the Death Touch and can kill any vampire through skin to skin contact. He should be able to communicate with his aura to Kriivida in the nearby area."
"I gave Pierce everything he requires in capturing and killing the Kriivida lord." She paused, turning on the large screen on the wall. "I'm happy you can be here to witness this.
"What?" Perice asked, intrigued as she picked up her phone and dialed a number. It rang once before Pierce picked up. "My Lady."
"Pierce," she said in acknowledgement. "I assume you have not failed me and captured the Kriivida Lord," she said. "I want him dead. Now. Turn on the Feed I gave you."
"Feed?" he asked, confused for a moment. He even sounded moderately surprised.
Canislea sighed with irritation. "As per our agreement, I want you to kill him, but I want to see it done. Along with the chemical compound I gave you that allows you to knock Lord Oron out, I also gave you a video monitor and live feed. I want to see you kill Lord Oron. You know the only way that it can be done."
"Removing out his heart."
"Only sure-fire way," Cansilea said happily. "Now, turn on your feed."


Zach listened carefully, as he snacked on a plate of food that had been left for him,
"Why is she keeping me here and not just killing me?" he asked.
"You are a Kriivida, Zach," Adrien said. "I could not say why, because your blood in not edible." Adrien smiled. Zach looked again at the metal 'spigot' sticking out of his neck. Like everyone else, Adrien had a metal contraption, which resembled a faucet of some kind stuck into the large vein coming up his throat. It did not seem to bother him at all. If anything, he was proud of it. Zach didn't understand any of it.
"You are not the first Kriivida to join her willingly."
"What!?!?" Zach cried, outraged at such a betrayal. "No Kriivida would ever work for her!" But even as he said this he knew it wasn't true. Many times vampires had either bought or forced the loyalty of a Kriivida. It wasn't all too uncommon, which was why in training, they were taught so hard against such manipulation. More often than not, vampires used humans to do their daylight work. These people who worked for a vampire or a group of vampires were called Darklings. They were seen as almost as bad as vampires and were usually killed the same way. Many times Darklings were promised by their vampire Master or Mistress that they would eventually after a long service, be turned. Most of the time, they were killed. These people were not Darklings though. More blood slaves, but they didn't seem unhappy either.
"Lady Belacort is a great and powerful woman. You would be foolish to go against her."
"Oh she is very kind!" a younger girl piped up. She must be about twelve years old, her hair braided back behind her head.
Zach tried to hide his disgust. "Kind? She's a vampire!" Zach argued. "Vampires are not kind. They are evil by nature, feeding on humans like you."
The little girl was unphased and Adrien only watched Zach as if he was the strange one. "Oh I don't mind," the girl said happily, her hand going to the spigot at her neck." Zach couldn't help by look upset. The girl bit her lip in thought. "Oh it hurts a little, I admit and sometimes I give too much, so I end up feeling lightheaded, but my Lady is very generous and takes good care of all of us. She can for you too."
"No way!" Zach snapped "As soon as I get the opportunity, I'm busting out."
Adrien smiled, and there was something strange in that smile. "That is what they all say at first."


The discussion in the room was interrupted by the door opening. Aleron stood up, almost too quickly, as the chair fell back, and he had to spin to catch it. Placing the chair down, he turned to see Carden walking into the room, supported by two humans, dressed in black. He looked like he had just come from the brink of death, but at least he was walking. Aleron could see the bandages underneath his shirt.
Carden looked up, as a chair was placed for him. He sat down tiredly, giving them all a weak smile. "Well hell, I'm not doing that again," he said. Aleron knew that his pride had been hurt. Once because Nefara had saved him, and because he was now being helped into his chair by two humans. "Thanks! I got it!" Carden grumbled, as he pulled himself up into his chair, wincing slightly. The two humans bowed and backed off, disappearing silently.
"How are you doing?" Aleron asked, giving his brother a half smile. He was relieved to see Caren still was walking and talking. He would have to ask the Book Doctor what he had done to save Carden from death.
"I've been better," Carden said, looking sour. "They wanted me to stay in that stinking bed, but I couldn't miss all the fun. Couldn't force me to stay either," Carden grumbled. Finally he caught onto the tension in the air, as he eyed the Book Doctor suspiciously. "Never seen Forsaken operate like that," he said.
"Oh they're specially made," The Book Doctor said, his face blank. "I am glad to see that my treatment has taken effect." Carden only nodded in response, still upset about being bitten by a Forsaken in the first place.
Elvira dragged a hand through her hair. "I just don't understand this," she sighed. "We have to kill her. Find this Lady Belacort, which I am sure you know where she is, and kill her."
"You can't kill her," The Book Doctor said.
"No, I am sure as hell that we can. Nefara can," Elvira said, looking at her daughter. Nefara nodded.
"No, that is not what I meant," The Book Doctor corrected. "I don't doubt that Nefara has the power, if anyone had, to kill Lady Belacort. I am saying that you can not kill her for all of our sakes."
Aleron looked confused. "Why not? We have the ability, she is going to destroy us all with this crazy plan of hers. Why can we not kill her?"
"Because she is the origin. She is the Queen of the Damned."

(hehe, I took that name from a book. *Dun, dun dun...)

[Galadas]

(hey, I know that book, and the movie. haha)

Pierce pressed his teeth on each other, he felt angry. "Mumford, I need some freaking feed, can you get that done for me?" he asked, holding the phone a few centimeters away from his ear, but the Lady had already hung up.
Mumford took a camera and a standard from a bag, he looked at it for a few seconds, not sure how to turn it on. Pierce touched his shoulder.
"You knew about the feed?" he asked, feeling betrayed by his own friend.
"I told you to kill him!" yelled Mister Mumford, shaking Pierce's hand off.
Mister Pierce could cry right now, he couldn't run, his plan had failed. He could not get away with it, he had to kill Lord Oron. Cold blooded, after he had just promised the Kriivada his life. Was he going to be the bad guy? Bound to a destiny against his will? Against the very standards he had promised to protect?
"Put the feed in the other room," he said to Mumford. "Greta, keep an eye on Gabriel." He moved through the door, lifted Oron and the chair from the ground. "You posses a power to kill any Vampire with a touch, do you not?" he asked, whispering into Oron's ear.
"I have," said Oron, not sure what was happening. He looked with fear at the camera that was brought in. "What is happening?"
Pierce closed his eyes in a moment of pain. He had decided, what seemed to be the best plan for him, the worst outcome. "I'm going to let you go, and you're going to touch my friend, with his camera, and kill him. You will get out of here, warn the Kriivada of her plan. She wants to capture Nefara."
"Raph! What are you doing!?" yelled Mumford, the room did not allow him to hear as good as a Vampire could.
"Take my phone. Ignore any call from The Lady! Call Michelle, she'll tell you where Nefara is, tell her your name is Lucien, and that I send you!" Pierce stood, looking in the camera, the live feed, the Lady was watching. Mumford seemed to know what his friend was about to do, he recognized the recklessness in his face. "Hello Canislea Belacort, I'm not good at blindly following orders, and you should've told me your plan when you hired me!" he flitted around the chair, cut loose the ropes that held Oron in his place.
The Kriivada Lord stood, unsure to follow Pierce's plan. He looked into the camera, just a few seconds to understand what he was messing with. Some sick mind, the origin of all the Vampires. She wanted to see him killed. See with her own eyes how his heart would be ripped out.
Mumford moved away from the camera and towards Oron. "Raph, you idiot!" he yelled, before being touched by the Lord Oron, skin to skin. He burned, a far greater reaction than any Vampire below his age. The Mister fell to the ground, dead by a touch.
Pierce held his hand out, the phone in the palm of his hand. "Take it!"
Oron thanked him, nodding his head as he took the phone and touched Pierce, combining all his Kriivada power to give Pierce a fast death.
Raphael fell to the ground, his skin burned at the left side of his body.
Then Oron kicked the camera to the ground, ending the feed. He jumped through the door, meeting two Vampires on his way out. But they did not attack him, instead they moved away from him and entered the room where the bodies of the two Misters lay.
"Gabriel!"

If Gabriel wasn't so confused, he would have attacked Oron, but he smelled something had gone awfully wrong. "What is happening? What did you do in there!"
Lord Oron ignored him, heading for the door, the phone clenched in his hand.
Gabriel ran after him to follow, but the sun outside kept him from leaving. "Oron!"
The Lord stopped, turning to the person he hated so much.
"Please take me with you!" said Gabriel, pointing his eyes at the sun. He seemed almost human.
"No!" With that he left, into the broad daylight, getting into the car that was left there with the keys in place. As if it had been left there for him to find. He drove off, remembering from his conscienceless how Gabriel had driven them away from the airport. He learned quick, maybe too quick.

[Cara]

(yes!!! awesome books! <3 Anne Rice)

Percy was huddled under his hands as the remote struck the screen with a crack. The force of the blow had shattered the screen. A loud shrill scream of rage shattered his ear drums. Thankfully all who would be harmed from such a sound were far enough away. "How dare he!" she raged. Her eyes blazed. "They are going to go after Nefara. I can no longer stand by to watch failure!"
"You're... going into the field yourself?" Percy asked, awed.
She only shot him a withering glare. "I want all monitors open. Keep the lines alive. If you hear any news at all from any of our sources, I want to know." With that, she flitted off. Percy looked at the other vampires standing there, shocked. He looked back at the broken screen and gave a worried sigh.

It was silent for a few moments afterward. “Queen of the Damned?” Nefara asked, confused, as everyone else seemed to be.
“The origin,” Elvira said, her face expressionless. “She is the first of our kind?”
The Book Doctor nodded calmly. “Yes.”
“What happens if she dies?”
“I hate to know,” the Book Doctor said. “But whatever happens to her, happens to us.”
“How do you know this?” Aleron asked.
“Long back. Close to the beginning, she tried to see what would really happen of she stepped into the light. Of course she burned. And so did I.”
“So if she were killed, we would all die with her. Our blood has originated from her.”
The Book Doctor didn’t say anything; he seemed to be listening to something else. Suddenly he stood up. “You must go. Now.”
“What?”
“Get up,” the Book Doctor commanded. It was not threatening, but his tone was enough that everyone got up, Aleron helping Carden to his feet. Carden shoved him away and stood, wincing a little.
“You can leave through another entrance. Come!” The Boo Doctor suddenly had vanished, flitting much faster than Nefara thought possible. How old was he? Then the group followed, flitting after the Book Doctor, trying to keep up. Nefara could see that he had slowed up for them. She kept her eye on his back, as they made turn after turn, going deeper and farther into the mountains.
After probably a ten minute run, he stopped. Nefara nearly collided with him.
“There are tunnels that will get to the nearest town to the east. One of my Children can hide you there. Quickly!” he said. “Do not return here.”
“What is wrong? Why are you rushing us out of here?” Elvira asked.
“No questions. Just go, for your life depends on it. I am locking the door behind you.”

The Book Doctor walked back slowly. As he entered the room, he saw five bodies on the floor, their throats ripped open and broken.
His eyes traveled to the figure of a woman lounging in the chair. She was examining her nails, and looked up when he stepped into the room.
“You didn’t have to kill them,” he said, looking back down at the bodies of his Children.
“No, but it was fun,” the woman said. She stood up from the chair in one fluid motion, and was before him in a blink of an eye. She moved with the gracefulness of a cat ready to strike.
The Book Doctor moved past her, and bent over one of the bodies. “What are you doing here, Canislea?”
“They were here. Not long ago. I can sense that girl’s aura. What, did you hide them away? Are they still here?”
The Book Doctor turned to face her, his posture calm and at ease. “Search for them if you will.”
“Oh, I will,” Canislea promised. “I savor the hunt, but best of all the chase. Let them run,” she said, her eyes shining with malicious glee. “That child will be mine.”
“Why are you doing this? Has humanity taught you nothing?”
“Humanity?” she gave a sharp, grating laugh. “Once we can walk in the day, nothing will stop us.” Canislea stepped towards him, and he seemed to freeze in place. “Humans will tremble and bow at our feet. I have lived in anonymity for too long. Our kind has stayed silent for too long…” she ran a hand along his chest, her nail slicing easily through the fabric of his shirt and into his skin. He didn’t react as she ripped her nail through his skin like a knife. He pulled her hand away slowly, and looked at her.
“There are reasons that we stay hidden. You know what the consequences can be.”
“That is only because before hand, the sun would kill us. This child-“
“-Nefara”
“Yes, sure, Nefara. She is the key to our salvation.”
“Canislea, you use such words of grandeur. Salvation. If there is a god, you forsake your right to salvation when you created us.”


Cecelia threw the dagger. Hard this time. She watched it’s beautiful arch until it hit the target, dead center. The ring of the blade still hung in the air for a few seconds.
She was trying not to focus on the fact that the Council was meeting without her!
For a moment she paused, before smiling. Turing suddenly, she sprinted through the building.
It took a few moments for her to remember how she did it when she was younger, but it all came back. When she was a little girl, Zach and her had discovered this hole in the wall, where one could listen in on the ongoings of the Council. It was cramped now; she had grown much since she had last used it, but it still worked.
“…Lord Oron is not dead.”
Cecelia jumped in surprise, at hearing this.
“And you know this how!?”
“With the magic that we used to raise him! We would have surely had a sign if his life had been ended.”
There as a lot of talking on the floor. “We haven’t heard from him yet. He is one of the most powerful Lords in our recorded history. How was it that he was stolen away so easily? And if he still is alive, why has he made no effort to contact us with his aura?”
“They could have him drugged.”
“What what? You yourself know that alcohol and other mundane drugs don’t work on us.”
“We have everyone on the search. We are just spread too thin.”
“He was supposed to be watched at all times. Our only hope in killing Nefara.”
“…But do you really think the Lord would kill his own daughter? He refused the first time to kill Elvira,” someone added.
“We have discussed the dire situation. He knows his responsibilities that can redeem him from his previous faults.”
“Now we only have to find him.”
“What about that boy… Zach? Was that his name?”
Cecelia’s heart jumped as she heard this. Zach was surely dead. What value would he be to a vampire? He was only a young Kriivida.
“Dead probably.”
“No, we got a signal from him only a few hours ago.”
“What? Why am I not hearing about this sooner? He could be with Lord Oron!”
“No. We are confirmed on that.”
“But the boy is alive?”
“Yes. We haven’t heard anything else though. It was a weak call.” Zach was alive!?
“We have enough problems. We can not go and rescue one insignificant Kriivida.” There was murmuring of agreement.
“And what of Lauren and Cecelia?” Cecelia’s thoughts were pulled back to the conversation.
“They can’t be trusted!” someone shouted out.
“I agree.”
“That girl lived with Nefara and that coven of vampires for almost three months! She is not untrained like Lauren. She could have escaped. She told us that she walked freely amongst them.”
“Traitor.”
“She was with Lord Oron when he was kidnapped, yet she wasn’t stolen away. She probably was in cohesion with the vampires!”
“Where is the girl now?”
“…I saw her in the training facilities.”
Cecelia inched herself out of the hole. That was enough for her to know that she needed to get out. If her own people were calling her a traitor…She knew very well what happened to traitors. They were treated worse than vampires. She had to get Lauren.

[Galadas]

Gabriel grunted his teeth, he walked back inside and into the room where Lord Oron had killed Mister Pierce and Mister Mumford. That seemed so unreal. They were so old, so skilled, how could they have been killed so easily? He saw their half burned bodies, laying on the cold floor, neatly next to each other. Greta and Lucien were standing silently beside them.
Gabriel decided not to interrupt their sorrow. He was free again, why give that up? He ran back into the other room and took whatever bags he could find, bound them together. A coat that could hopefully protect him from the sun long enough for him to reach a car he could steal. He had seen the road they had taken from the airport, he was driving.
Staring into the daylight he took one deep breath and ran into the sun. He felt it burning on his hands, his fingers.


Cecelia ran down the hall. They last saw her at the training facilities, that was at the other side of the headquarters, and maybe they were still in a conversation and she could get out without them knowing. She felt scared, alone. Her own people, her own family. Where would she go? She had no idea where Nefara and Elvira were. Lord Oron better be alive, he was the only one who could prove that she was loyal to the council. She herself had no idea what happened to Oron, he was gone in a second, no trail of him.


"Michelle?" asked Oron over the phone, speaking in the screen. He had seen Pierce working with his phone in his company, but never seen him speaking into it.
"Pierce? Hey, who are you? You're not Pierce!"
"My name is Lucien, a friend of Mister Pierce. I'm sad to tell you that he got killed," said Oron.
It was silent for a while at the end of the line. "And... and Mumford? Where is he?"
"Dead too," said Oron, he felt sorry for her. She seemed to be a friend of the two misters. "I'm sorry. We have to get back to business and mourn about them later."
"Yes, ofcourse. I'm sorry. Nefara and Elvira are heading somewhere, I'm not sure where. But it's certainly south of Munich. As soon as I know where exactly I'll send you a message."
Oron nodded, but he understood Michelle could not see that. "Yes," he said and hung up. He used a red bottom on the phone, it seemed about right to him, because the line went dead.
He continued driving, south. He followed the sun, which was low in the sky, it was about to turn night, and if it did, Gabriel would be able to flit without limits. He had to find Nefara and Elvira in a few minutes.

[Cara]

Lady Canislea bent forward and whispered in his ear. "I let you live in peace. I let you do what you wished. And this is how you repay me?"
"You always couldn't see past your own desires," the Book Doctor said, as he threw Lady Cansiea off him. She landed in a perfect crouch and was at his throat in a second. He moved, but still too slow. She slammed him down into the ground, her hand choking off his windpipe. Not that he needed to breathe, but he couldn't speak.
"Your impertinence is amusing, but I am not in the mood for games. I could bind you. Make sure you never had a life again. You know that."
"Might as well kill myself," the Book Doctor said, as he felt his windpipe heal.
She laughed. "You call me selfish, brother, but I know that you are just as selfish as I." She stood back, watching him. "You die, I die, we all die together...!" she sung gleefully. "Would you kill yourself to save "humanity"?"
For a moment the Book Doctor looked ashamed.
"Azrael..." Canislea crooned. The Book Doctor glared at her.
"You know I no longer go by that name."
"But that is your name. Your first name? Do you prefer I call you by another name? Lucifer, perhaps? The Light Bringer? You go by the Book Doctor, now," she scoffed.
She paused, as seeming to think. Her face turned dark. "You will not get in my way again or interfere. Should they return, you will let me know immediately. Eternity can be a long time to live but never die."
With that said, she turned and left. The Book Doctor stared after her a feeling of dread overcoming him. After a few minutes, knowing that she was long gone, he stood slowly and methodically cleaned up the bodies of his Children.


Lauren was on the computer, when Cecelia burst through the door. "Get your bag. We have go leave. Now."
"What?! Where? Why?" Lauren sputtered.
"Long story. No time. Just grab the essentials and come. We only have a few minutes at most."
Lauren and Cecelia scrambled, and within a few minutes had two backpacks thrown together. Cecelia checked one last time before grabbing Lauren's hand and rushing her out the door.
Lauren struggled to keep up. "Where are we going?"
"We are going after Zach."
"What?! He's alive?"
"Yes... and so is Lord Oron...." Cecelia said, as they ran through the halls. There were cars parked in the basement of the facility. She found the one she was looking for - a small sporty car. Fast enough, but not obvious. She jumped in and reved the engine. As they raced out into the darkening sky, Lauren watched Cecelia with interest and fear.
"Why?"
Cecelia explained their situation carefully, as she raced along the highway.
"And how do you know where Zach is?"
"I got a location. We can start there. They are not going after Zach. Everyone is too focused on Lord Oron who has been MIA for almost a week. We can rescue Zach."
"Cecelia..." Lauren started. "We don't even know what to expect. All you have a some location on a map. You don't know if there will be guards. How many vampires are there. Where they are keeping Zach."
Cecelia looked at Lauren. "We have to try."


They had to stop periodically for Carden to rest. It was strange, seeing him so weak. He was improving though. She could see it. They were stopped again, still within the darkness of the tunnel.
Carden was glaring at the floor tiles, the florescent light buzzing overhead. They had been discussing the options, but kept falling to a dead end. They were hunted by everyone. The Kriivida hunted them, and the vampires were after them. This Lady Canislea might also be a threat.

[Galadas]

Gabriel crossed the road with speed, he heard no cars, and he could not look if anyone was staring at him. He felt relieved when he finally reached a bit of shade and threw away the bag outfit, that had not really helped him against the sun. His hands and legs felt the burns.
He took a look around, it was indeed the place he wanted to go. He waited below a big board that was between him and the sun. All the cars he saw were ones that did not even had darkened windows, as if it was it was illegal. Now all he could do was wait, or have a little snack while waiting. He saw an older man coming towards him, he seemed like the owner of the cars.
"Excuse me, can I help you, sir?" The owner asked.
Gabriel looked around. "I was wondering if you might be able to show me a whole list of the cars you have?" he asked. The first thing that came to mind. He could kill this one easily, hide his bodies in one of the cars and make it look like a robbery.
"Yes, if you'll follow me inside," said the man, leading Gabriel the way into the small hut. It did meant that the Vampire had to move through open space, but he threw the bag cape around him again when the owner did not look.

[Cara]

(Oh, I just had a brilliant idea. But it may come later.)

Nefara leaned back against the wall. She could hear people, humans, moving about above them. She sighed.
"What are they saying?" she asked, never having taken a single foreign language in high school.
"It sounds like a hostel," Aleron said. "There's not much being said otherwise..."
"I hate not understanding anything," she said, uncomfortably.
Aleron gave her a wry smile as he squeezed her hand. "If we can survive the next few weeks, I think you'll have plenty of time to get a few languages under your belt." Nefara rolled her eyes.
"Thanks for the cynicism. Isn't that supposed to be Carden's specialty?" She looked at Carden who just made a face.
"Shhh," Elvira said, as she listened. They fell silent. "I don't sense or hear anything. I think it is good." She turned and looked at Nefara, her eyes filled with worry and fear. "You need to go now."
"What? Where? Do you mean, without you?"
"You will have Aleron with you. Carden and I will wait for the sun to set and then catch up."
"We can wait for you. It is safer if we don't seperate."
"No. We can't. Not while Lady Belacort and Kriivida both are after us. We can't wait for the sun to set," Elvira protested.
"Elvira, you're being foolish if you think we're going to separate now."
"Not foolish. Just wise. Besides Carden would only slow you two down." She looked at Carden. "No offense."
"None taken," Carden grumbled, unhappy with the idea as much as Aleron.
"Here," Elvira said. "This is an address of a friend's. She lives in the center of town. It is a safe house if we can get there. I want you to leave now, because that at least takes away the threat of being attacked by vampires. Kriivida is another issue, but I'm more worried about this Lady Belacort."
"Fine."

(sorry, some power playing. then you can take back over)

Lord Oron pulled over where he could find a spot. Driving was the easy part. Parallel parking in a spot fit for a bicycle was not.
After much twisting and maneuvering, he managed to jam it between two cars.
He looked around. This was Munich. The cultural heart of Germany, or so many thought.
It had been a good while since he last spoke German. French, English and Russian were his main languages. As well as Latin.
He closed his eyes and felt with his mind. He could feel no auras… There! He felt a vampiric aura. But at five in the afternoon? Hmm.
He started to trot at a brisk pace, always conscious that Gabriel would be on his back as soon as the sun went down.

Nefara slid herself between two people, looking around at the group, mostly tourists. She sighed in irritation, as she adjusted her clothes. So American.. She stuck out as a sore thumb, but fashion was the least of her worries. And besides amongst these group of photo-snapping tourists, she almost was apart of the scenery.
She could feel the tension rolling off Aleron. Both of them kept their eyes, ears and minds open. She held his hand tightly; perhaps too tightly.
“Nefara, relax,” he suggested, looking down at his hand.
“Oh. Yea. Sorry…” she said, relaxing her grip. She felt the bones mend themselves.
Nefara suddenly froze.
What is it? Aleron asked her, afraid to speak it aloud.
I’m not sure. I think someone is following us. Keep walking. Don’t look back, Nefara said, picking up her pace. The sun beat down on them, as they practically ran through the crowded market place. They had to move slow enough though so not to stand out.
Nefara, I still feel him. Whoever it is. I can’t tell. The aura is well hidden. You keep going, I’m going to loop around. Maybe I can ambush him. Give you more time to get to the safe house.
No! Nefara said, her hand locking again on Aleron’s. You can’t…
You know you cannot argue this. Go.

Lord Oron saw the two figures speed up. Damn it! They had felt him. He cursed his clumsiness. Little stupid mistakes could cost his life. He had to remember to hide himself better.
He tried to keep far enough back, but still keep the swiftly moving figures in his sight. They ducked behind two stalls. He jumped a head, ducking after them.
Suddenly out of nowhere, he was tackled.
Lord Oron had been so focused on the tracking that he had let down his guard. Another stupid mistake!
He kicked the young man off him, sending him back into the wall. The young man crouched and bared his teeth. Lord Oron stopped, stunned. A vampire in the daylight?! This was impossible. Yet it was so. The sun danced off his skin and not a hair was singed. The Kriivida Council had told him that his daughter, Nefara, was to blame. She herself could walk in the sun… That girl! She must have been Nefara!
Lord Oron looked at Aleron. “I don’t want to hurt you…” he said, putting his hands up.
Aleron smiled, snarling. “Too bad. Because I do.” Then he attacked. Lord Oron forced Aleron back. He was much stronger as a Kriivida and as he stepped down on Aleron’s throat, he heard the bones snap. It gave him about a minute before they repaired themselves.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I told you I don’t want to hurt you.” With that, Lord Oron slid a stake in between Aleron’s ribs. Aleron’s face was broken in a glaring mask of hatred and confusion. Lord Oron looked around to see if the fight had been noticed. Thankfully this vampire had chosen to ambush him in a secluded place, away from human eyes. He hefted Aleron’s body of his shoulder and quickly hid him away so that no passerby could happen upon him. Then turning, Lord Oron sprinted after Nefara’s trail.

Nefara looked back. Aleron should have caught up to her by now! She paused, waiting in the alley. She clenched the small paper with the address on it. She knew she should not wait, but she had to know…
There! She felt it again, her hackles rising. It was stronger now. It was a Kriivida aura. Nefara started running again, darting between people. She could feel the aura right behind her. She glanced forward to see with confusion that it wasn’t behind her, but before her. She skidded to a halt as a man stood before her, his strong Kriivida aura radiating from him. Nefara started to back pedal. Turned and flitted.
She wasn’t used to the city, and she had never been in a European city. The alleys between buildings were narrow. She fled, flitting in a maze of back streets and corner ways.
Finally there was a dead end. She spun around, eyes searching for another way. They narrowed on the silhouetted figure standing at the mouth of the alley.
Nefara hissed, teeth barred. Instinctively, she felt a deep fear and hatred for this Kriivida. The aura was almost as potent as the Book Doctor's had been, but that had been different. This was Kriivida. She looked frantically around. The roofs. Maybe if she could make a distraction...She could jump or climb. It was the only way out... Or attack.

Lord Oron looked at the young girl crouched before him. His throat caught. He could see Elvira, even himself in her features. The long, curling dark hair, the vivid green eyes that blazed with energy. Now what? He had found Nefara, now what?

[Galadas]

(I'm exited :] )

Gabriel hid the body between some shelves and wiped the blood from his cheek. He felt more focussed when new fresh blood pumped through his veins, as if everything became a lot clearer. He needed to reach Elvira before Lord Oron would, maybe he could convince her that the old Kriivada was only there to kill Nefara, because that was what he probably had to do.
The Vampire stared outside, the sun was setting. It was annoying that it took so long, normally he would not notice it. His senses told him that it would take about an hour before it was safe for him to start flitting from shade to shade whilst the sun would disappear behind the horizon. At that point a Vampire could go into the sunlight without getting seriously burned because of the distance and the angle of the sun. He loved those moments, the feeling as if the warmth could not hurt him.


Lord Oron could only think about talking to her, meeting her, being a father to her. He felt like he needed her so much. After all that had happened. All the blood and all the pain that was done to him and to Elvira. This girl, Nefara, had been the one good thing that came out of it.
"Nefara! Wait!" he yelled. "I don't want to hurt you! My name is Lord Oron, and I need to talk to you," he guessed it was better to speak the whole truth instead of not announcing who he was.


Gabriel took the long coat from the chair in the room and ran across the street, he hid behind an old deserted building. The sun was still high, but he thought it was better to move already than to sit around and wait till he could flit. He took the shape of the fox, moving through small streets on his way to find Nefara, Elvira, Alleron, and Carden. He knew Nefara's aura, he could find it. Munich was a great city, but he would find them, if they were still there. He just needed to follow Lord Oron's trail and get ahead of him.

[Cara]

(hehe. me neither. Oh just to make things a little easier, I edited this post. So Nefara actually won't be able to recognize Lord Oron. Makes things a little more interesting. )

Nefara froze, her teeth still bared, but she loosened her stance. Had she heard right. She eyed him suspiciously, still searching in the back of her mind for a possible way out. Perhaps if she distracted him long enough? Played along? Maybe she could do a one shot and run....
But Lord Oron? Was this man kidding? It was impossible. Lord Oron was dead. Long dead.
She laughed, a sharp biting sound, as she backed up. "Right, and I am the President of America," she said. She just need to keep him talking for a few minutes longer. Talking was good. Talking meant no killing...


Lauren was silent as they drove. Cecelia kept her eyes on the road, listening to the GPS.
'Turn left at the next light. Drive fifteen kilometers...'
Cecelia turned onto the dirt road. She had plugged in the GPS coordinates that she had stolen and was heading there now.
"You don't even know where this will take you," Lauren said, saying the first word the entire car ride. She was still depressed about the fact that now the Kriivida were hunting them too.
"I don't know what we will find. But we have to try. For Zach." She didn't mention the part that the Kriivida would kill them if they were found. "It will be a good...opportunity for you to put some of your training into you."
Lauren just looked at her. Cecelia sighed.
They drove for more than an hour through deep wooded and mountainous countryside before seeing anything.
Cecelia pulled off the road and hid the car so that one would have to walk right up to it in order to see it.
Opening the back trunk, Lauren gave a low whistle. "And I thought we were going in weaponless," she said, looking at the large assortment of weapons in the box in the trunk.
"I am not that stupid," Cecelia muttered, as she went through what they had. Each trunk had a supply of general Solis blades. Cecelia had lost her personal blade in Chicago fighting Dexter. It made her sad because that had been hers and had been given to her when she had come of age. All Kriivida had their own personal Solis blade. It usually had some sort of insignia. Her's had a dragon swallowing the sun. She was from a powerful Kriivida house whose crest was that. Over the years, these Solis blades could take in the energy and the aura of the owner. Many families kept the blades of their ancestors as heirlooms or keepsakes too.
Cecelia found what she was looking for and started loading up. It was getting dark, which was possibly the worst time to do an attack, but she didn't have time. Besides, if everything went to plan, she could get in and get out without ever being noticed.

[Galadas]

Lord Oron did not understand what Nefara was saying. Was she mocking him? What was a president? He had been away so long and finally it became clear how much he had missed. "I'm not the president, whoever that is! I'm your father, Nefara! I'm Lord Oron, I was the one who was killed so you and your mother could live!" he said. Not understanding why she wouldn't believe him, hadn't Elvira told her about him? Had she forgotten him already?


Gabriel felt the sun dropping to it's final height before disappearing behind the horizon. He rose his head into the air and welcomed the night. It seemed like such a long time. He shifted back into his own form, streching his legs and arms, before flitting off into the depth of Munich. Following Oron's trail as it became much clearer and slowed down. Old German houses flew by him, the streets were full of people, but they never saw him. Maybe noticed the sudden wind on their faces, but they could never know what it was.
He was getting close and he felt it. He started to flit with more speed, hoping to find them. He saw a certain aura and stopped. "Aleron!" he called in confusion, staring over the Vampire. He took the stake out and watched him come to senses.
"Gabriel?"
"What happened?" asked Gabriel, not feeling like a reunion. He disliked Aleron, for more than one reason. Jealously was one.