I've finally decided it's time I made a serious ficcy. Here goes
nothing...* deep breath*
Saving Zephon
Chapter 1- War
Rahab, Clan leader, 4th born liuetenant of Lord Kain, sighed deeply, and furrowed his slender brows in frustration. He picked up his eagle feather quill delicatly in his large talons,. Rahab dippid the edge in a small bottle of black ink, and scratched out,
Sincerely, Your ever-faithful,
Lord Rahab
A smile tugged at his black lips as he finished the letter, stuffed it into an envelope, and then proceeded to seal it with wax. Rahab massaged his throbbing temples with the sharp talons he was gifted with, then called out in a slightly weary voice,
"Servant!"
A short male human walked in, and bowed deeply in respect to the vampire Lord.
"Yes, milord Rahab?" he asked meekly, in a soft voice.
"Take this to my top messanger, Dameon." Rahab ordered, gaze clearly disraught. "Tell him to deliver it to Lord Kain."
The liuetenant handed the envelope to the servant, who bowed and hurridly left. Rahab stood up.
"Lyzu!" he yelled, calling for his second-in-command. The tall, scowling vampire entered, and bowed quickly, not an inch lower than protocal demanded.
"Yessir?" Lyzu asked in a deep voice, gaze emotionless.
"As you know, the humans on our territory have grown somewhat...bolder." The Clan leader replied, his catlike eyes deeply troubled.
"Yessir, they have indeed."
Rahab picked up a piece of parchment from his desk, and read, "Two weeks ago they ambushed a group of Rahabim, killing two. The rest escaped by way of water. One week ago, they attacked again, this time killing eight of my children. None escaped that assult. Two days ago, they yet again took the lives of eleven vampires. And finally, yesterday, they massacred a total of twenty-one. Now tell me, my child." He focused his gaze on Lyzu. "Does this seem a bit...unusual for the humans? They've never attacked such large numbers of Rahabim before."
Lyzu studied his sire's face, before finally replying. "Yessir, it does. What do you suggest?"
"I've written to Lord Kain requesting permission to go to war, Lyzu. So has Zephon. The humans surrounding the Silent Cathedral have been more active as well."
"Damn right," growled a familier voice from the door. Rahab and Lyzu looked up, to discover Zephon leaning against the doorway, arms folded tight against his pale chest. Rahab looked at Lyzu, who saluted and quickly left. Zephon strolled over to a chair, and collapsed into it, face in his claws. His brother reclined also into the chair across from his.
"Do you know how aggravating this is for me?" Zephon muttered suddenly, still hiding his face. Rahab leaned over and patted him on the shoulder.
"I know. It's bad for me as well. They've already killed forty-two Rahabim. How bad are they on your lands, brother?"
Zephon looked up, yellow eyes pained with grief.
"Fifty-six Zephonim, Rahab! Fifty-six! I swear by the Soul Reaver that I'll torture those humans, each and everyone of them! I'll rip their bodies apart limb by limb! They shall pay for what they've done to my children!"
He stood up angrily, emphasizing the point. His eyes flashed with pure hatred with a mixture of sorrow. Rahab stood up as well, and took the 5th born's shoulder, looking clear into his eyes.
"Calm down, Zephon. That is why we're requesting war. Now sit."
Zephon did so, still a bit upset. Rahab sighed mentally. Zephon rarely showed emotion to anyone, and Rahab was one of the few he did reveal his feelings to. Zephon smiled weakly, a grateful look clear in his eyes.
"I thank you, brother. Now how about we go down to Raziel's place to get a drink?"
Rahab grinned. Zephon always knew how to lighten up the mood, he thought as he followed his somewhat happier brother out the door of his study.
Halfway to Raziel's mansion...
Rahab looked up at the dark night sky, his acute vision taking in every detail, every small movement. The endless black sky, with the stars of the familier constellations winking back at him. The trees as they swayed slightly in the breeze. His pointed ears caught every sound. The rustle of dry leaves. The chirping of the crickets. A far off hoot, belonging to an owl. Zephon's and his own heavy foot steps upon the dry earth. His vision picked out the siloutte of Raziel's mansion. It gradually grew larger as the two neared the building. Suddenly, Zephon stopped, eyes wide.
"Human..." he snarled, and turned. Rahab sniffed the air. Yes, there it was. The unmistakeble scent of human blood. He turned also, growling slightly. Four armed vampire hunters came barreling out of the brush, complete with flamethrowers and water guns.
"Vampires! We shall destroy you!" one screeched, pressing the trigger that activated his flamethrower. A huge burst of fire came bursting towards the two lieutenants, who fell to the ground just in time. Zephon jumped up, slid forward gracefully, and took the one who had shot the flame up by the throat, all in one fluid movement. He hissed in the human's face, then ripped the soldier's throat out.
Meanwhile, Rahab was surrounded by three of the vampire hunters, all of which had water guns. They all three shot at once, and awaited the shrieks as the vampire would meet its torturous doom. But no screams of the expected agony came. They lowered their guns, immensly confused. What they saw was a vampire hunters' worst nightmare. Rahab stood there, perfectly fine, save for being drenched with water and scowling. The mens'confusion quickly turned to horror and panic.
"A Rahabim!" one sputtered. Rahab snapped at them, and charged forward. He kicked two down with his sharp hooves, knocking them unconscious, and growled at the one who had spoken of his clan. He grabbed the hunter's throat, and hissed,
"No, fool. I'm Lord Rahab, leader of the Rahabim. Idiot. You couldn't destroy me if you tried."
With that, he plunged his claws into the human's chest, who's screams filled the area, shattering the little quiet which had resided there moments before. Rahab clutched the man's heart, and ripped it from his body. He crushed it with a mere clenching of the claws, and watched, satisfied at the delicous blood which ran down his claws, onto the earth. He looked up, to see that Zephon had finished off the other two. Zephon looked his way, and chuckled a bit.
"They had what was coming to them..." he said, shaking his head. "Fools. Thinking they could mess around with Lord Kain's own children. That was a fatal mistake."
Rahab eyed the bodies, blood lust nearly driving him mad.
"Shall we eat, brother?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the blood which ran from the dead bodies and into the dust.
"But of course." Replied Zephon, grinning. Rahab nodded to him, and they bent down to feast.
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Saving Zephon
Chapter 1- War
Rahab, Clan leader, 4th born liuetenant of Lord Kain, sighed deeply, and furrowed his slender brows in frustration. He picked up his eagle feather quill delicatly in his large talons,. Rahab dippid the edge in a small bottle of black ink, and scratched out,
Sincerely, Your ever-faithful,
Lord Rahab
A smile tugged at his black lips as he finished the letter, stuffed it into an envelope, and then proceeded to seal it with wax. Rahab massaged his throbbing temples with the sharp talons he was gifted with, then called out in a slightly weary voice,
"Servant!"
A short male human walked in, and bowed deeply in respect to the vampire Lord.
"Yes, milord Rahab?" he asked meekly, in a soft voice.
"Take this to my top messanger, Dameon." Rahab ordered, gaze clearly disraught. "Tell him to deliver it to Lord Kain."
The liuetenant handed the envelope to the servant, who bowed and hurridly left. Rahab stood up.
"Lyzu!" he yelled, calling for his second-in-command. The tall, scowling vampire entered, and bowed quickly, not an inch lower than protocal demanded.
"Yessir?" Lyzu asked in a deep voice, gaze emotionless.
"As you know, the humans on our territory have grown somewhat...bolder." The Clan leader replied, his catlike eyes deeply troubled.
"Yessir, they have indeed."
Rahab picked up a piece of parchment from his desk, and read, "Two weeks ago they ambushed a group of Rahabim, killing two. The rest escaped by way of water. One week ago, they attacked again, this time killing eight of my children. None escaped that assult. Two days ago, they yet again took the lives of eleven vampires. And finally, yesterday, they massacred a total of twenty-one. Now tell me, my child." He focused his gaze on Lyzu. "Does this seem a bit...unusual for the humans? They've never attacked such large numbers of Rahabim before."
Lyzu studied his sire's face, before finally replying. "Yessir, it does. What do you suggest?"
"I've written to Lord Kain requesting permission to go to war, Lyzu. So has Zephon. The humans surrounding the Silent Cathedral have been more active as well."
"Damn right," growled a familier voice from the door. Rahab and Lyzu looked up, to discover Zephon leaning against the doorway, arms folded tight against his pale chest. Rahab looked at Lyzu, who saluted and quickly left. Zephon strolled over to a chair, and collapsed into it, face in his claws. His brother reclined also into the chair across from his.
"Do you know how aggravating this is for me?" Zephon muttered suddenly, still hiding his face. Rahab leaned over and patted him on the shoulder.
"I know. It's bad for me as well. They've already killed forty-two Rahabim. How bad are they on your lands, brother?"
Zephon looked up, yellow eyes pained with grief.
"Fifty-six Zephonim, Rahab! Fifty-six! I swear by the Soul Reaver that I'll torture those humans, each and everyone of them! I'll rip their bodies apart limb by limb! They shall pay for what they've done to my children!"
He stood up angrily, emphasizing the point. His eyes flashed with pure hatred with a mixture of sorrow. Rahab stood up as well, and took the 5th born's shoulder, looking clear into his eyes.
"Calm down, Zephon. That is why we're requesting war. Now sit."
Zephon did so, still a bit upset. Rahab sighed mentally. Zephon rarely showed emotion to anyone, and Rahab was one of the few he did reveal his feelings to. Zephon smiled weakly, a grateful look clear in his eyes.
"I thank you, brother. Now how about we go down to Raziel's place to get a drink?"
Rahab grinned. Zephon always knew how to lighten up the mood, he thought as he followed his somewhat happier brother out the door of his study.
Halfway to Raziel's mansion...
Rahab looked up at the dark night sky, his acute vision taking in every detail, every small movement. The endless black sky, with the stars of the familier constellations winking back at him. The trees as they swayed slightly in the breeze. His pointed ears caught every sound. The rustle of dry leaves. The chirping of the crickets. A far off hoot, belonging to an owl. Zephon's and his own heavy foot steps upon the dry earth. His vision picked out the siloutte of Raziel's mansion. It gradually grew larger as the two neared the building. Suddenly, Zephon stopped, eyes wide.
"Human..." he snarled, and turned. Rahab sniffed the air. Yes, there it was. The unmistakeble scent of human blood. He turned also, growling slightly. Four armed vampire hunters came barreling out of the brush, complete with flamethrowers and water guns.
"Vampires! We shall destroy you!" one screeched, pressing the trigger that activated his flamethrower. A huge burst of fire came bursting towards the two lieutenants, who fell to the ground just in time. Zephon jumped up, slid forward gracefully, and took the one who had shot the flame up by the throat, all in one fluid movement. He hissed in the human's face, then ripped the soldier's throat out.
Meanwhile, Rahab was surrounded by three of the vampire hunters, all of which had water guns. They all three shot at once, and awaited the shrieks as the vampire would meet its torturous doom. But no screams of the expected agony came. They lowered their guns, immensly confused. What they saw was a vampire hunters' worst nightmare. Rahab stood there, perfectly fine, save for being drenched with water and scowling. The mens'confusion quickly turned to horror and panic.
"A Rahabim!" one sputtered. Rahab snapped at them, and charged forward. He kicked two down with his sharp hooves, knocking them unconscious, and growled at the one who had spoken of his clan. He grabbed the hunter's throat, and hissed,
"No, fool. I'm Lord Rahab, leader of the Rahabim. Idiot. You couldn't destroy me if you tried."
With that, he plunged his claws into the human's chest, who's screams filled the area, shattering the little quiet which had resided there moments before. Rahab clutched the man's heart, and ripped it from his body. He crushed it with a mere clenching of the claws, and watched, satisfied at the delicous blood which ran down his claws, onto the earth. He looked up, to see that Zephon had finished off the other two. Zephon looked his way, and chuckled a bit.
"They had what was coming to them..." he said, shaking his head. "Fools. Thinking they could mess around with Lord Kain's own children. That was a fatal mistake."
Rahab eyed the bodies, blood lust nearly driving him mad.
"Shall we eat, brother?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the blood which ran from the dead bodies and into the dust.
"But of course." Replied Zephon, grinning. Rahab nodded to him, and they bent down to feast.
Whew! That took awhile...how'd you like it? ^-^ Well click that little button down in the corner to tell me, then!