Author's Notes
First, let me get this off my chest. *ahem*
*inhales deeply*
HAPPY (late!) BIRTHDAY, BRADLEY JAMES! - the bloke who played Varga and is also the bloke who played the legendary King Arthur Pendragon in BBC's Merlin! I am 99.9% sure you more than likely won't be reading this fic, but I dedicate this story to you anyway as you are such an amazing actor.
As for all of you people that are so eager to read this, just want to give a heads-up that the story is based on the film Underworld: Blood Wars. For those of you who haven't seen it, SPOILER ALERT, obviously.
I've changed a few bits and pieces from the film into the story to make it look as appealing as possible, including the ending (because I felt it wasn't powerful enough).
I hope you enjoy reading my first Underworld fanfiction all the same. :)
The Vampire's Bodyguard
An Underworld fanfiction story (based on the film Underworld: Blood Wars)
Chapter 1: Getting Aquainted
Travelling to the Eastern Coven on foot was quite a tiring trek, made especially difficult by ploughing my way through the snow covered terrain and occasionally being swept up by the freezing blizzard. All the way through this seemingly long journey, I felt extremely numb from head to toe due to the ridiculous weather, which caused my fangs and the rest of my teeth to chatter in time with the uncontrollable shivering my body was producing.
Had I known the weather would get this bad, I would've taken a sample of blood with me to warm up my body from the cold. Mmm, if only...
Whatever the case, despite the overwhelmingly unbearable circumstances, I kept pushing myself forward. Besides, I wasn't the type of vampire who would give up that easily; it would be a sign of weakness.
Squinting my eyes and peering through the mist filled horizon in front of me, I could just make out a blurry silhouette of a castle in the distance. My mouth briefly curved into a satisfactory grin followed by an exhausted sigh.
Nearly there. Just a few more steps. I told myself repeatedly.
Before I could go any further I was stopped by a gloved hand pressing firmly against my chest.
"Halt!" a deep voice commanded.
I obediently stopped. Looking up I notice a man standing roughly a few millimetres away from me. From what I could tell, he seemed to be wearing a black uniform with beige trousers and black flat shoes. A black military shaped hat perched lop-sided atop his head, the rim covering up half his face. With a uniform like that I was surprised he wasn't freezing to death. I'd guess he was a security guard of sorts, as he can be seen standing beside an old fashioned barred gate.
"What business do you have here?" the man's voice barked again.
I straightened myself up so I was roughly eye level with him. "My name is Varga. I have come to meet Cassius." I said as authoritatively as I could, ignoring the chitter-chattering my fangs were making as I spoke.
The man leaned over towards me, inspecting me all over to see if I was some sort of threat.
"Are you a lycan?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I have been appointed as a Death Dealer. From what I've heard, Cassius demands more of them to train hard so they're able to ward his kingdom off of lycans, which is the reason why I have come here tonight to meet him."
After another long inspection, the man straightened up. "Very well. You may enter."
The sound of howling from the strong gale was replaced by loud, metallic squeaking from the gate. I watched as the doors slowly opened outwards revealing the castle on the other side. There it was, standing proudly and comfortably on the thick blanket of snow. It was a grand building indeed: The structure had a medieval feel to it, possibly dating back to the 13th century, and a size so impressively imposing that it's enough to make Dracula jealous.
Without a moment's hesitation, I hastily trudged my way along the snowy path towards it. I approached the door with caution and my shaky, frostbitten hand knocked loudly and forcefully against it, hoping that whoever on the other side would be able to hear me over the howling wind. The waiting game didn't take as long as I had expected, for someone did answer my beckoning call.
An elderly man, whom in human years would look to be in his late 60's, poked his head from behind the crack. His face immediately lit up when he rested his electric blue eyes onto mine.
"Ah, Varga! What a surprise! So good of you to come." he said, sticking his hand out in greeting.
I smile and accepted his hand. "You must be Cassius."
"I am, indeed." the man replied. He gestured to the room behind him. "Come inside. You must be awfully cold standing out here."
"Absolutely frozen stiff!" I agree, blowing into my palms and rubbing them together vigorously. "It was a rather long trek to get here, sir."
"Well, just be glad you made it safe and sound."
A sudden burst of warm air wafted in my face as I entered the hallway. The hallway was partially dark, made apparant by a few closed blinds and shutters. Some waxed candles and candelabras were placed here and there, but the tiny flames weren't enough to illuminate the whole room. There was an elegant staircase in the middle of the hallway and two, maybe more, corridors on either side. All of it was certainly very inviting, I have to say.
Cassius noticed my awe-filled expression and chuckled. "I know. Amazing, isn't it? Amelia founded the place herself along with her then husband Thomas...before she died, that is, but I'd rather not send you to sleep with any of that. The important thing is we want you to get to know everyone here."
Before I could object, I spotted some people of varying race, size and gender with identical black leather suits walking in single file towards us.
"I'd like you to meet my fellow Death Dealers." announced Cassius. He pointed to each of them, introducing them one by one. I would list them to you, but there were around 30 odd people there, therefore I wouldn't want to bore you with any pointless details. You'll just have to imagine by yourselves.
Once that was done, we moved on to the Vampire Elite Council Members and then the Vampire Elders.
"Thomas is the former leader of the Vampire Elders, but he's currently away to do some important business elsewhere. Not to worry though, he'll be back soon. We also have Semira, who is the former Head of House of the Vampire Elders..." Cassius paused, now looking genuinely confused. "Oh, where has she got to? Semira?" he called out. "Semira, where are you? We have a guest."
Nothing happened for about a minute, until I heard faint clip-clopping of heels on marble floor.
"Here she comes!" I heard Cassius say proudly.
As if on cue, a middle aged woman strode out of the shadows from the left of the hallway. She was rather slender looking in appearance. She had kind, electrifying blue eyes and rosy pink lips resting on her bony face. Her raven black hair was tied up in a bun, save a couple of loose strands that fell down the sides of her face.
Semira's features weren't the only things that caught my attention, it was what she wore that took me by surprise. Her leather v-shaped shirt looked rather skimpy, with the top of her chest slightly exposed, but not too much around her breast area. She also had a long skirt that dragged along the floor when she walked, and long black high heeled boots to match.
I felt my cheeks hotting up a little at the sight of her clothing. Thankfully, Semira didn't seem to notice as she sidled alongside.
"So, you must be the one and only Varga?" she said in a calming tone. "I've heard a lot about you."
I nodded. "Hm. Not too much, I hope."
"Just enough to know who you are."
"Semira will give you a guided tour of the castle." explained Cassius. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm needed in the courtyard. I hope you'll learn a thing or two during your stay here."
And with that, he took a right turn down a corridor and disappeared out of sight, leaving me all on my own with Semira.
Author's Notes
There you have it! Wow, this didn't take long to write. The next chapter will be more developed and should be up in a few days or so, so keep your eyes peeled!
Until then!
GP99
