Title: Tradition and Belief
Author: OXBastetXO
Rating: K
Archive: Please ask first
Status: complete
Category: Drama
Summary: Someone is hunting someone, but why?
Spoilers: Revelations 2
Sequel/Season: Season One
Authors Note: This is my first *finished* Sanctuary fic. It was a strange little bit that just demanded that I write it. Not sure where it came from or if there will be more. I'm currently working on a much longer story set in the time of "The Five".
I don't own them, Syfy and Kindler and Tapping do. I'm just borrowing them for while and promise to give them back when I'm done, though I might just keep Nikola for little longer ;-)
Tradition and Belief
by
OXBastetXO
Michael began packing up his things. The trail had grown cold. He was gone. How he was gone, he did not know, but he was gone.
Michael had been able to follow his trail from the catacombs of Rome to ruins of the lost city of Bhalasaam, the fabled city of the ancient Sanguine Vampiris. A city destroyed by the Church decades of ago. They had attempted to wipe its stain from the land and with it the scourge of those who once lived there. Purify the land by fire of the evil that had grown and spread from this place.
There signs of how he and others had entered the city and wrought their evil, but no sign of how they departed. It did not matter. He would find him. He would find him and destroy him and rid the world of the last of the pestilence that had plagued humanity.
His great-great grandfather had made this pledge and he would carry it out.
Named for the great archangel, Michael, Michael had carried on this quest since his Father's death as would his son after his death. His quarry was a formidable one. By some, he was called the "Master of Lightening", by others "The Man who Invented the Twentieth Century". Indeed, life would be far more difficult if not for the things the man had brought into being, but that did not change the fact he was a monster. A monster to be hunted down and put down.
Michael packed the last of his equipment into his bag and stood up. He had a long hike back to the village. He would have to start now if he wanted to arrive before dark.
He headed up out of the catacombs, fingering the small radio device in his hand. A device, ironically, would not have existed if his quarry had not invented the very device it wad conceived from, the radio. Once he was clear of the catacombs, he thumbed the switch. The ground rumbled under his feet and a puff of dirt and stone dust billowed around his pant legs.
Michael smiled. There would be no returning to this spot for safety by the Vampire. He had finished what the Church had begun those decades before. He would contact the Cabal to notify them it was finished, if there was still a Cabal to contact. He had heard some disturbing rumors that someone had begun hunting them. Perhaps the very Abnormal abominations they had worked so tirelessly to contain.
Michael swore on the memory of his ancestors, Abraham and Gabriel Von Helsing, that he would not rest until Nikola Tesla's undead life was ended.