ravenfeather
10-14-2009, 02:52 PM
Unamed, as of yet--
Prologue
Shades of gray crept in silently as I tried to hold myself still. The awakening was coming; I could feel it through every fiber of my lifeless being. It was like waking from a dream of blackness, very unaware of --me. I reveled in the feeling of blackness. It meant that I was alone. No one in my head, listening to my thoughts and answering my unvoiced questions. Being awake was too hard. The pain of the past rained down on me like glittering glass shards as the shades of gray streamed into sunlight scorching my face. I took a deep breath in, shocking my lungs back into functioning as I launched myself forward into the shadows of my fading darkness. Damn. Lucian had found me once again. I could smell him. No rest for the weary.
I carefully assessed my damage and realized that he had only allowed enough light into wake me. I assumed that his scent was fading because he’d left, knowing what happened the last time he called on me.
The light was gone as swiftly as it came and closed my eyes waiting for my sight to return to normal. I surveyed my dwelling place, taking notice of the cobwebs draped over the unlit torches that hung around the room. There was a faint rustling from above, and I looked to the stone stairs that led down into my crypt. A hiss sounded at the top of the stairs and then I heard a sharp intake of breath. Whispering voices descended the stone steps and I sniffed the air as silently as possible. A snarl escaped my lips, giving away my position in the darkness.
“Maritho?”
I recognized the dulcet tones of Sebastian. Sebastian was the only one of us that barely reached puberty and his voice hadn’t changed when I took him. Lucian hated me for killing him. This time I laughed out loud as I remembered that night.
“Maritho.” It was Lucian now who descended the stairs. I shook my head to clear it. Blood lust coiled like a snake in the pit of my stomach and rose slowly, crouched in my throat and waited behind my locked jaw.
“Brother.” I greeted through clenched teeth as I stood to face the attack head on now. I waved my hand and lit the torches creating a softness in the room which appeared to fear the cold emanating from us. It danced closer to the walls as if preparing for the fight.
Lucian stepped closer and I breathed in once again, holding my jaw firmly set as I realized the stench on the air was one of fright not challenge. I stepped forward and peered down into Lucian’s pale gray eyes and studied Sebastian’s statuesque state at the bottom of the stairs.
I was the tallest of us all, being fully immortal, not a child of humans but a son of Azazel. Lucian stood a foot shorter than I, but I remembered that he was the strongest in a fight. I stepped even closer still, and lifted him off his feet bringing his face into full view of my own. “You do not fear me.” I stated flatly and then set him down away from me. I felt his heart beat once and then again and turned away from him as his human scent began to dominate his immortal one. I backed away slowly and searched for something, anything to control my bloodlust before I ripped his throat out.
“Sebastian, get the girl.” Lucian commanded. I could feel him in my head breeching the first barrier. In this state, I could not push him out and snarled at him for the crashing.
“Don’t. Do. That.” I responded through clenched teeth. Then I felt it. I felt her. Her body danced in red and blues as I watched the blood pulsing feverishly in a race for her heart, which beat so beautifully in time to some unheard music. She was unconscious and her head lolled back onto Sebastian’s shoulder as he moved her swiftly to my bed.
Sebastian nodded at Lucian and I ignored the silent conversation between them as they didn’t even take the time to walk but shimmered out of sight.
I walked slowly to her and smelled the richness of purple that welled sweetly beneath the skin. No taint of any drugs. Her heart still beat in her chest. It was all I could do to contain myself. “Mustn’t waist it.” I smiled to myself now as I my fangs descended . I flexed my hands to keep my blue nails still in the bed of my fingers. Fully composed, I lifted her neck and her head fell back. I licked the throbbing in her throat just once before I sank my teeth in and gulped. Her warm blood ran smoothly down my throat like cognac. I was drunk with her youth and I could feel it pulsing now through my body, sating it fully. I didn’t take her though. I stopped before her heart began to slow and licked the wound closed.
Lucian shimmered back in alone this time and frowned. “Finish.” He demanded. I met his furious stare with one of my own. I glared out at him through the red that filled me to the brim.
“No.” I studied him curiously. “Talk, now.”
“We have a problem.” He responded, still glaring and twitching it seemed, ever so slightly as his eye fluttered from her to me.
I stepped back and hunted around the room for the place that I left my coat. “I don’t have any problems except that I’m awake.”
“We must wake the council.”
“Then wake them.” I waved him away nonchalantly as I donned a fresh shirt and then slid my arms through my black leather duster.
“You too.” I studied the pain on his face for a moment.
“I don’t belong there and you know it.” I responded.
“Cruror Pactum.” He pleaded.
That was it. I launched myself at his throat, focusing on the beat of his heart. It was weakening him with every beat and I could tell he hadn’t fed in a while. Then I knew why he wanted me to finish the girl. He was starving. I stared deeply into his eyes as I hovered inches from his face and then tore through his memories forcefully. One face flew at me over and over, a girl, a few conversations, and then the last meeting of the council that I had apparently slept through. He needed me, to dance with the devil himself.
“Mephistopheles.” I smiled and then delved further, this time I was careful not to start the fire in his mind that I lived for. “Asmodeus?” I questioned, but let that one pass, and then it hit me hard and fast as if a dagger had been plunged into my chest. Sarem was alive. I staggered back and clenched my fists trying to find my calm. I shook my head and then sat down hard on the damp earth floor. “No.” I breathed. I composed myself and stood up. I could feel the sun waning, succumbing to the inevitable night. “Come brother, we hunt.”
Prologue
Shades of gray crept in silently as I tried to hold myself still. The awakening was coming; I could feel it through every fiber of my lifeless being. It was like waking from a dream of blackness, very unaware of --me. I reveled in the feeling of blackness. It meant that I was alone. No one in my head, listening to my thoughts and answering my unvoiced questions. Being awake was too hard. The pain of the past rained down on me like glittering glass shards as the shades of gray streamed into sunlight scorching my face. I took a deep breath in, shocking my lungs back into functioning as I launched myself forward into the shadows of my fading darkness. Damn. Lucian had found me once again. I could smell him. No rest for the weary.
I carefully assessed my damage and realized that he had only allowed enough light into wake me. I assumed that his scent was fading because he’d left, knowing what happened the last time he called on me.
The light was gone as swiftly as it came and closed my eyes waiting for my sight to return to normal. I surveyed my dwelling place, taking notice of the cobwebs draped over the unlit torches that hung around the room. There was a faint rustling from above, and I looked to the stone stairs that led down into my crypt. A hiss sounded at the top of the stairs and then I heard a sharp intake of breath. Whispering voices descended the stone steps and I sniffed the air as silently as possible. A snarl escaped my lips, giving away my position in the darkness.
“Maritho?”
I recognized the dulcet tones of Sebastian. Sebastian was the only one of us that barely reached puberty and his voice hadn’t changed when I took him. Lucian hated me for killing him. This time I laughed out loud as I remembered that night.
“Maritho.” It was Lucian now who descended the stairs. I shook my head to clear it. Blood lust coiled like a snake in the pit of my stomach and rose slowly, crouched in my throat and waited behind my locked jaw.
“Brother.” I greeted through clenched teeth as I stood to face the attack head on now. I waved my hand and lit the torches creating a softness in the room which appeared to fear the cold emanating from us. It danced closer to the walls as if preparing for the fight.
Lucian stepped closer and I breathed in once again, holding my jaw firmly set as I realized the stench on the air was one of fright not challenge. I stepped forward and peered down into Lucian’s pale gray eyes and studied Sebastian’s statuesque state at the bottom of the stairs.
I was the tallest of us all, being fully immortal, not a child of humans but a son of Azazel. Lucian stood a foot shorter than I, but I remembered that he was the strongest in a fight. I stepped even closer still, and lifted him off his feet bringing his face into full view of my own. “You do not fear me.” I stated flatly and then set him down away from me. I felt his heart beat once and then again and turned away from him as his human scent began to dominate his immortal one. I backed away slowly and searched for something, anything to control my bloodlust before I ripped his throat out.
“Sebastian, get the girl.” Lucian commanded. I could feel him in my head breeching the first barrier. In this state, I could not push him out and snarled at him for the crashing.
“Don’t. Do. That.” I responded through clenched teeth. Then I felt it. I felt her. Her body danced in red and blues as I watched the blood pulsing feverishly in a race for her heart, which beat so beautifully in time to some unheard music. She was unconscious and her head lolled back onto Sebastian’s shoulder as he moved her swiftly to my bed.
Sebastian nodded at Lucian and I ignored the silent conversation between them as they didn’t even take the time to walk but shimmered out of sight.
I walked slowly to her and smelled the richness of purple that welled sweetly beneath the skin. No taint of any drugs. Her heart still beat in her chest. It was all I could do to contain myself. “Mustn’t waist it.” I smiled to myself now as I my fangs descended . I flexed my hands to keep my blue nails still in the bed of my fingers. Fully composed, I lifted her neck and her head fell back. I licked the throbbing in her throat just once before I sank my teeth in and gulped. Her warm blood ran smoothly down my throat like cognac. I was drunk with her youth and I could feel it pulsing now through my body, sating it fully. I didn’t take her though. I stopped before her heart began to slow and licked the wound closed.
Lucian shimmered back in alone this time and frowned. “Finish.” He demanded. I met his furious stare with one of my own. I glared out at him through the red that filled me to the brim.
“No.” I studied him curiously. “Talk, now.”
“We have a problem.” He responded, still glaring and twitching it seemed, ever so slightly as his eye fluttered from her to me.
I stepped back and hunted around the room for the place that I left my coat. “I don’t have any problems except that I’m awake.”
“We must wake the council.”
“Then wake them.” I waved him away nonchalantly as I donned a fresh shirt and then slid my arms through my black leather duster.
“You too.” I studied the pain on his face for a moment.
“I don’t belong there and you know it.” I responded.
“Cruror Pactum.” He pleaded.
That was it. I launched myself at his throat, focusing on the beat of his heart. It was weakening him with every beat and I could tell he hadn’t fed in a while. Then I knew why he wanted me to finish the girl. He was starving. I stared deeply into his eyes as I hovered inches from his face and then tore through his memories forcefully. One face flew at me over and over, a girl, a few conversations, and then the last meeting of the council that I had apparently slept through. He needed me, to dance with the devil himself.
“Mephistopheles.” I smiled and then delved further, this time I was careful not to start the fire in his mind that I lived for. “Asmodeus?” I questioned, but let that one pass, and then it hit me hard and fast as if a dagger had been plunged into my chest. Sarem was alive. I staggered back and clenched my fists trying to find my calm. I shook my head and then sat down hard on the damp earth floor. “No.” I breathed. I composed myself and stood up. I could feel the sun waning, succumbing to the inevitable night. “Come brother, we hunt.”