I got this idea for this story randomly, when I was writing a different story, but I hope you enjoy.
I don't own anything.
*THIS IS A SORT OF PREQUEL TO 'A MISTAKE EQUALLING A CHILD?' BUT BY NO MEANS MEANS YOU CANNOT READ IT IF YOU DO NOT READ THIS MENTIONED FIC BECAUSE IT HAS NO BEARING ON IT WHATSOEVER...*
Prologue...
When they moved, they moved with a certain grace, knowledge that they were the best of their race, an entirely calm mantra about them. Nothing was rushed or hurried because there was no need. Other vampires feared them, because of their age, wisdom and violence.
These were the vampire Elders.
They had the power to destroy everything in the world, if they so wished. They could shape the residents of the planet, ensure that they are under their control, and if a vampire makes themselves unpopular with the Elders... Well, they wouldn't be able to be unpopular for long.
They had powers.
Nobody besides the vampire Elders knew what they were, although many had tried to find the secrets of the elite few. They had tried to eavesdrop on the meetings of those dressed in thick black robes in a deserted field at night, a stone of alchemy at their heart. People had tried to steal the books in which they wrote down their powers and rules, but they never succeeded.
However, there was one weakness within the vampire Elders. Every single one of them desired to be THE Eldest. Nobody outside of them quite knew why, but they knew that the Eldest must have certain powers more than the others, that they were more special. This meant that every few years, sometimes more or less dependant on the strength of the Eldest, this person died and was replaced... This also meant that a new vampire had to join the Elders to replace the one who had been at the bottom but had moved up when the Eldest had lost their immortality.
Everyone knew that the Elders were the only ones who could create new vampires; that is the reason why the others didn't join forces and break down the small number of Elders - they couldn't risk their race, for fear that they could never create a new generation...
Yet Amelie could.
Amelie wanted to destroy the vampires at the top of the food chain, the ones who ultimately decided her destiny and whether she would be allowed to live. She wanted rid of this hierarchy of people who were nothing but a threat to the society she wished to build.
Yet Bishop wanted this as well.
Three hundred years Father and Daughter had been parted, severed connections entirely at the last point of call, but they ached for the same thing: to destroy the vampire Elders and to instate themselves as the Eldest - forever. Neither wanted a circle below them of vampires who would be always looking for a weakness, a way of destroying them to take their place. They wanted to be the only one in control, the only one with a possibility of being in control – another vampire circle beneath them would just complicate matters.
Both wanted power and they wanted control. They wanted the deaths of every vampire Elder so they could learn the secrets of immortality, the secrets that led the Elders to be so feared by others. They wanted to be able to boast and say that they knew every single secret of their race and that they were the only ones who did, therefore meaning that if they were destroyed so was the entire race. They wanted absolute control – nothing else would do. Every single Elder had to go, death being the only option.
Little did they know it, but the Father and Daughter, who had not spoken in centuries, would be working together in a bid to instate themselves as the Eldest in the world.
Just who would win?
Just a little setting of the scene here - I promise next chapter things will flow much more and get some action in there!
Please leave your opinions on it etc
Vicky xx