Do not own, Do not own.
Am not worthy, Am not worthy.
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The air was hot. Sticky. It smelled of both smoke and death. Sickeningly sweet and delectably noxious. Perfect for the Undead. If a creature puts its mind to something, there are no limits to what it could do...Take the Vampires of Nosgoth; Humans were an annoying pest, so they were contained. The sun scorched their pale flesh, so massive smoke stacks blotted out the offending sun. The very elements were bended to the will of these Dark Gods. Forcefully. But all did not bode well for the Elegant Creatures of the Night. At least one of them was having a hard time sleeping in his bed...
"Turel, think of what you do! I am your brother! Kain is mad with power, you cannot do this to me..."
The desperate pleas of a desperate brother. The second born to the Great Kain could still hear his murdered brother's voice in his dreams. Causing him to toss. Squrm. Throw the silky blankets from his body, although he was still asleep. Still caught in his dream...his nightmare.
"Look at me! Look at what you are doing...r-remember that last battle with the humans from the south? Six hundred years ago? Do you remember, Turel? I saved your life!"
The walk to the Abyss was long. Longer than it actually was and longer than it would be ever again. Even though , in happier times, it only took about twenty minutes to get from the outter gate of the Sanctuary of the Clans to the cliffs of the Abyss. But the walk that evening felt like two hundred years. His brother, Dumah to his left. His broken brother, Raziel, held up in his arm...Raziel's blood covering his hands.
"No...Turel! Dumah! Turel, look after my Clan...Look after my Clan!"
"Cast him in..."
The scream that followed would haunt Turel for the rest of his existence. Right until the bitter end of it all. As it echoed through his senses, Turel was snapped from his unconscious state, sitting bolt upright with a gasp. Sweat glistening over his perfect physique. The small amount that had gathered in the hollow of his throat was now rolling down his collar bone. Down over his chest. Down his abdomen. He let the cooling sensation sink in for just a minute as he slowly caught his breath. First it came in short, sharp gasps. Like there was a weight on his chest, stopping him from inflating his lungs all the way. Then as he began to relax, the air came. The light headedness left. And Turel realized it was just a dream. Kind of.
"Again?"
A soft, female voice spoke from beside him. Not on the bed, though. Sitting in a chair beside it. Ornately carved by hand from a very light colored wood. On the back of the chair was Turel's Clan Symbol. Burned in to the wood with the outline of it etched in to make it stand out. The seat part of the chair had a blue velvet cushion. After all, hard wood was not the most comfortable thing to sit on for long periods of time.
"Every night for the past four days, Turel. You must speak with the Master, I don't think you can go on like this."
The voice came from Leith. A female Vampire that Turel had chosen for companionship around three hundred and fifty years ago. For a Vampire she was extremely plain looking; mousey brown hair that was thin. Pin straight. At the moment it was pulled back in to a braid. If it was done tight enough and if she slept on it her plain, straight hair curled a little. But only a little. Leith's eyes, like her hair, were a dull brown. She did not have overly prominent features. Her cheek bones were not high. Lips were not full. Neither was her bust, for that matter. So why did the High Born Turel chose her, above all others? Quite simply, she beat him at chess. Twice. And for once of his intelligence, that was not heard of. So he decided not to let her go. Not a regret since, either.
Turel only looked at her for a moment. His deep green eyes regarding her. How naive she was, for someone so smart. He could not approach Kain about what happened. Next to Raziel, Turel felt he knew Kain best. His tone of voice, after the..event..held its usual authority. However it was laced with something else. Something Turel had trouble picking. Hurt, perhaps? But at what, Turel did not know. Perhaps it was the realization of what he had done. Or perhaps it was just his blind jealousy at Raziel's blasphemy. At any rate, Turel knew to keep the hell out of Kain's way until he was asked for. It felt awkward enough, staying at the Sanctuary instead of returning back to his own Clan Territory. But Kain ordered that all of the Brethren remain until told other wise. Good thing Morlock had things under control back at the Stacks (As his territory was 'affectionately' called).
"Please ready my robes, Leith. I think I'll take a walk."
Yes, it was very early. And were these under any other circumstances, Turel may be pulling the scantly clad vampiress to his bed, as opposed to sending her to get his clothing, but that was the last thing on his mind right now. So much was whirling around in it. Raziel's blood curdling scream. Zephon's snigger from Turel's right. Then the rest was blended together in a mash of colors and sounds. He needed to clear his head. As he heard Leith open a heavy chest in the East corner of the room, Turel stood and walked over to a balcony at the North end of the room. The balcony overlooked beautiful gardens in the centre of the Sanctuary. Roses and Jasmine, mostly. The scent from the flowers mixed with that of the Smoke Stacks. And then with that of the mass grave yard that was ruled over by his youngest brother, Melchiah . It was wondrous.
Turel had this tendency to sleep in the nude. It was just more comfortable for him this way. Things clinging to his body while he was trying to relax was not fun for him. As Leith pulled long, emerald green robes from the chest, she turned to look at him. Stifling a giggle as she saw his rear. Leith carried the robes over to him and paused at his back. The robes in her left hand, she touched his shoulder blade with her right. Softly moving his back hair away from the nape of his neck as she laid light kisses along his skin. This was accompanied with approving sounds from Turel, who leaned his head forward for just a moment, before pulling away and turning to face her with a soft but very tired smile. His longish hair framing his chiseled face. Out of all the Lieutenants Turel had the most prominent bone structure in his face. High, noble cheek bones. Wide jaw. When he was angered, he was most defiantly the most fearsome looking. Good thing it took a lot to get him mad.
"Thank you, Leith. Try and get some sleep, hmm? I think tomorrow is going to be a big day."
Slowly, the now eldest son of Lord Kain pulled on his robes. There were delicate silver symbols embodied down the sleeves and the hem. Some kind of spell. It didn't really matter. Once Turel tied the silver cord around his waist, he ran his hands through his hair to get it the hell out of his face. Leith, once more had to stifle a giggle. As serious as all of this was, she still found Turel cute. And he could not help but smile at her. Deciding to be a bit of a smart arse, he leaned closer to her, pressing his lips to hers softly, as his hand moved behind her and pulled the top ribbon out of her hair. Because she was so caught up with him Leith did not actually notice. Even as he tied his own hair back with it. It was only when he pulled away from her, hair now tied back, that she noticed.
"Hey! Sneaky little sod..I want that back, you know..." Her nose screwed up a little as she scolded him. She even went as far as putting her small hands on her hips, though his back was turned and he was already on his way out the door. Sighing, Leith couldn't do anything but smile, as she walked to their bed and crawled in to catch a few precious hours of sleep. Like Turel had said...the next day was going to be huge. Though neither of them knew just how huge it would be.