"Run! They're here!" Footsteps rang loud and clear as hundreds of people ran for their very lives. "Dark Gods, they're here!"

Air brushed his face as he joined the stamped. The Dark Gods were here. Flying above them. With the cruse came fear. And with the fear came.

"JARLE!!"

A clawed hand imbedded itself into his shoulder. It hurt. Dark Gods, did it hurt.

He remembered screaming. He remembered the pain and fear. He remembered nothing else as fangs forced their way into his flesh.

"No! Give him back!"

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Voices. Soft voices.

".before?"

"Never. Have. you?"

The pain in his stomach was coming back. It was always there, biting at him.

".old?"

".idea..Want ..to .have me..?"

His brain was skipping. A hand touched his face. A clawed hand. Blood was everywhere, on his face and hands, and the clawed hands.

"Ca.open.eyes?"

Slowly, his eyes opened. Slowly the people above him came into focus.

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He was small. He remembered that. He was a child when the war stopped. But he remembered it all. The fear. Looking over your shoulder where ever you were. At the taverns or in an alley. Guards were always up. All his life he had never been relaxed.

His best friend was one. He remembered he had another friend. Names escaped him. One was one of those Dark Gods. The other, his best friend in the whole world, was.

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They watched as the boy on the ground opened his eyes and focused on them.

"Are you alright?"

"W.wha..?"

"Child?"

"Turel, let me see him."

Kain's second born moved away to let Raziel see the boy who lay on the ground before them.

"Child, can you hear me?" The boy nodded. Speaking slowly, Raziel continued. "I need to see some things. May I?" Again the boy nodded. "Open your mouth." Slowly, the boy did so. The fangs of a vampire can tell someone with the proper knowledge how old a fledgling was. Raziel had some of that knowledge.

"Well?" Impatiens was not normally go hand in hand with eternity, but it did when Turel was concerned. There was no need to ask, but, once again, Turel felt things where going too slow. Perhaps there was a good reason for his impatiens -- in this case. Dawn was coming quickly, and, despite his immunity, he still didn't like seeing its harsh rays. "How old is he?"

Raziel looked over his shoulder. His face was grave. "Not a week."

If one could not take care of a fledgling, one did not make one. Lord Kain said so. But this child was left by his maker. Most likely -- to die.

Turning back to the boy, Raziel asked, "What's your name?"

"Jarle."

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It didn't move. It just stayed there, feeding.

"Give him back!"

It didn't listen.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach him. The crowed was moving her away.

Then it lifted its powerful wings, and left. With .

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"Jarle, I'm Raziel. This is my brother, Turel. I'm going to take you with us."

"Where?" The boy, Jarle, was clearly scared of these much more powerful vampires.

"To the Sanctuary of the Clans. You will be safe there." He led out a had to Jarle. "Come on."

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Author's Note: This is my first fic that I've written by myself with a plot. All I want is one person to review (that way I know some one gives a -- *coughs*.) and I'll try to update as soon as possible.