DISCLAIMER: I do not own Blood Plus or any of the characters, though this is a COMPLETELY ORIGINAL FIC and I do not want it stolen!
NOTE: I hope you enjoy this story, it's been buzzing around in my head since I first saw Nathan Muller. This will also switch between first person and third person.
CHAPTER ONE: The Court
"Faðir Konungur! Faðir Konungur!" He cried, causing Faðir to turn around and gaze at the winded man, bent over panting before him. Faðir was tall and thin, but was strongly built. He had light brown hair and crystal blue eyes and a pale complication. "Spit it out man! What is it?" He snapped causing the panting man to raise a hand in apology.
"Forgive me sir, it just, I've come from the northern part of town, there's been a," he panted straightening up. "A terrible incident. Please, come quickly." He requested turning and quickly darting off from the direction he'd come. Faðir quickly followed, on foot, both men quickly running through the town, and passed the houses. Many of the residences, who were still awake gawked at them through the opened windows, no doubt wondering what the Nobel men Faðir was doing running after a messenger boy.
Faðir an the messenger boy arrived and Faðir halted gazing wide eyed at what he saw. The messenger boy gulped and closed his eyes turning away looking as if he were going to be sick.
"They were, found this way only a short time ago…." Faðir walked forward gazing at the scene, hand placed over his mouth in shock, eyes wide and filled with horror.
"They were all…torn to shreds." Faðir's eyes swept over the mess.
"But, there's no…blood." He whispered, the scene of shriveled limbs of human bodies forever burned into his mind.
When Faðir returned to his home, and entered the house, he collapsed onto a chair, gazing wide eyed into the fire, his wife Rósrauður quickly approaching him, placing a hand upon his shoulder. She had waited for him, wondering what had caused him to run off in the dead of the evening.
"Faðir, what is the matter?" She questioned, truly worried. He gazed up at her, before taking her hand and gently rubbing his lips against it, leaning his cheek upon the smooth flesh, his blue eyes gazing into the fire.
"The Blómlegur's were found dead…" Rósrauður gasped, the hand her husband wasn't holding darting to her mouth.
"Oh no."
"Mamma, what' wrong?" Rósrauður turned her attention towards the end of the stairs that lead to the upper story. There stood her nine-year-old son, his blue eyes worried, his light blond hair rather messy as though he'd been asleep, he must have been for he was dressed in nothing but his night wear.
"Nathan, go back to bed. Ok love?" She said smiling, though it was weak. He simply nodded as his mother turned back to his father. He was worried, as he climbed up the steps, naked feet patting quietly upon the wooden floor as he returned to his room. Something had happened that night, something bad. And as Nathan climbed into his bed, he gazed out his open window towards the full moon that gave him light. He rolled away form it and snuggled into his pillow, afraid of what the night may bring, either to him or to his dreams, and he could hardly wait for the morning light, his savior form his nightmares.
The next morning, as the morning sun peeked over the mountains, and shown down through the window, Nathan stirred. He scrunched up his face before opening his eyes gazing out of his window before leaning up and stretching, yawning widely before turning his attention to the other side of the room. His mother Rósrauður entered and pulled the blankets away from him causing him to pull his knees up to his chest and shiver.
"Common, get up, I've prepared a bath for you and pulled out your Sunday cloths." She stated as she pattered about grabbing things from his floor. He frowned.
"But it's not Sunday." He stated before crossing his arms.
"And why do I need a bath? I just had one!" He snapped. His mother rolled her eyes and walked over before pulling him out of bed.
"Because, your father is going to a meeting with the town leaders, and you need to go with him! After all, you will take his place in court someday." Nathan followed his mother to the wash room, where a large metal tub was filled with warm steaming water. She quickly grabbed the long white night shirt and pulled it up, yanking it over his head. He stood there shivering before his mother practically pushed him into the tub, sending a bit of water up his nose. He coughed and spluttered as she began scrubbing at his arms with a sponge.
"But why is papa going to court? What happened last night?"
"Never you mind! Just be on your best behavior." She warned waving the sponge in front of his face before continuing to wash him. He rolled his eyes. Some times he didn't understand his mother, he was always on his best behavior.
Upon arriving at the Court Nathan sat near his father messing with the color of his shirt, that pinched and bugged him. His father grabbed his hands and pulled them away from the shirt.
"Stop that." He snapped and Nathan obeyed, but slouched in his seat and glared at the wood work. He hated his Sunday cloths, they were hard to walk in, crisp and stiff as a board. As the older men began to talk Nathan simply tuned them out, he was not interested. He didn't want anything to do with the court, it was a boring job! He wanted to be so much more then a member of the court. He heard the doors to the court open and he glanced over, before gazing back towards the wood work. And then, it hit him, and he gazed back at what he saw. A girl had entered the court, and walked with the air of some one with power, and yet innocence. She was taller then he was, and was thin and curvy. Her skin was pale, and yet creamy, her eyes were large and bright blue, her hair was long and black and cascaded down her back like a waterfall of ebony. She dressed in a white gown. She approached the court and nodded in respect towards them.
"Queen Saya, you do know why you're here don't you?" One of the men questioned.
'Saya…' The name echoed in Nathan's head as he gazed wide eyed at the young girl, she appeared to be no older then sixteen…and yet, she was a Queen.
"Yes, indeed I do."
"Then you know of what murder last night?" She nodded.
"Yes." Nathan cocked an eyebrow.
'What murder?'
"Then you also know that it is your fault!" She glared.
"How can it be my fault!"
"BECAUSE IT WAS YOUR DAMN BEASTS THAT KILLED THEM!" Her eyes narrowed and her face contorted with rage and her eyes seemed to glow even brighter.
"YOU CANNOT BLAME ME FOR THE MURDER OF THOSE PEOPLE!" She took a deep breath before calming down.
"I do my best keeping my kind away from your villages and people! But I cannot be in two places at once, I can only guard one border at one time! I am doing this alone! I cannot be held responsible for every little petty act!" She snapped.
'What were they talking about?' Nathan glared at the older men.
'Why doesn't any one tell me anything?!'
Saya placed her hands together and calmed herself completely before gazing back up at the men.
"I have already tracked down the two responsible and rid the land of them, they will no longer be a threat. Though it is very certain that the northern boarder will need to be reinforced. And it is also certain that you will need to send me more live stoke. That is all." She stated before bowing her head and turning and walking out of the court, Nathan watching her as she went.
'I think I'm in love.'
Over the years, the woman named Saya came and went, but only
if there had been a mysteries death, something involving
Something called 'her kind' what ever that meant.
But when ever I did see her, my heart would skip a beat.
There was something about her, something that simply stole my breath, and my heart.
Of course, as I got a little older the feelings became a little
More…noticeable and hard to ignore.
Nathan sat in his room gazing out of his window, his slightly wavy blond hair brushing against his pale skin. It had happened again, the same as it had in the past. Bodies of the locals found ripped to shreds and drained of all blood. Though Nathan knew he should feel sorry for those poor souls and their families, he didn't. Only one thing interested him. Her.
'Saya.'
Well, here's the first chapter of my 'Nathan Mullher' story. This is a completely original idea, and my idea of Nathan's past. Will continue possibly even after he 'supposedly' died at the Opera house. O.o' holy crap I got a lot of writing to do.