Blood Ties
Vamist sat in his desk, pouring over what had been salvaged from the
book of Anubis, trying to find something important; something
overlooked previous times, something that would make him immortal.
He had almost given up. After all, he had been searching since the
downfall of Frost. Even through the rise of the new spices of vampire
he had never stopped. Constantly searching for something Blade could
not sabotage, something he could unlock. Something powerful.
He was about to retire for the night when he saw it, something
forgotten for lost, a piece of the tapestries that had not been
translated, that had been over looked! It was old and barely
recognisable, but there. It was so worn out that the papyrus was almost
see-through, the computer was unable to translate it so it was
overlooked, but not anymore. Vamist opened the logs of what had been
saved since Blade's attack on the archives. There! He had found it! I
still existed and was sitting in storage as to protect it from further
damage.
He ordered the piece to be brought to his office to study it. He
marvelled at the writing. How many had been sacrificed to write the
book? Hundreds? Thousands? At least a hundred, for it was written in
blood and it was thousands of pages long, even though less than a
hundred where left. He looked at what he had to translate and was
forced to sigh, this was going to be a very, long night.
Vamist sat in his desk, pouring over what had been salvaged from the
book of Anubis, trying to find something important; something
overlooked previous times, something that would make him immortal.
He had almost given up. After all, he had been searching since the
downfall of Frost. Even through the rise of the new spices of vampire
he had never stopped. Constantly searching for something Blade could
not sabotage, something he could unlock. Something powerful.
He was about to retire for the night when he saw it, something
forgotten for lost, a piece of the tapestries that had not been
translated, that had been over looked! It was old and barely
recognisable, but there. It was so worn out that the papyrus was almost
see-through, the computer was unable to translate it so it was
overlooked, but not anymore. Vamist opened the logs of what had been
saved since Blade's attack on the archives. There! He had found it! I
still existed and was sitting in storage as to protect it from further
damage.
He ordered the piece to be brought to his office to study it. He
marvelled at the writing. How many had been sacrificed to write the
book? Hundreds? Thousands? At least a hundred, for it was written in
blood and it was thousands of pages long, even though less than a
hundred where left. He looked at what he had to translate and was
forced to sigh, this was going to be a very, long night.