(Disclaimer: I don't known the LoK series. Wish I did. I love the whole story hehe. Oh but I do own Cailla...and the slave too, hehe you'll meet him later. Well anyway..I hope you all enjoy the story and you'll post a review ^.^))
My story, you want to hear my story? You make me feel special. Yet, I don't know why you want to know me. Maybe you've heard of Raziel . . . or Kain? Maybe you're wondering how I, a Razielim, survived Kain's plunder? Well if you're so interested, I'll tell you.
The start of my dark life was several hundred years ago. I was still mortal of course, living in a small village just south of Corhagen. I went about my life normally, a young girl doing chores and other tasks. I was sixteen then, still with my parents not yet married off. Times weren't too bad even with the 'Gods' salivating over our shoulders. I guess I should explain what the 'Gods' are.
The Gods are several clans of vampires. Though they preyed on my family and village like we were deer, we still prayed out to them. The Gods controlled our lives and deaths. My village would pray each night that they wouldn't raid us. I'm sure that amused the clans, probably Kain even more so. That's another thing I should explain.
Kain is the leader of all the vampires. From what we knew there were six obvious clans that roamed our world. Each clan had a lieutenant that served Kain and ruled over their land and clan. From the knowledge I know now, I can tell you that the first and most powerful lieutenant was named Raziel, and the weakest was Melchiah. The other four, though I am not sure the order of lineage, are Turel, Dumah, Zephon, and Rahab. These lieutenants then took it upon themselves to create more vampires, and those children made more vampires, thus creating a large clan. It was an endless cycle. But the closer you lineage was to a lieutenant or even to Kain himself, the more powerful you were. I was rather lucky, I guess . . . but I'll get to that later.
Anyway, one night I went outside to get some water from the well. It wasn't too late since some of the villagers were still out and about, and just was I was about to enter my house, I saw someone . . . odd. I left the bucket of water by the door, then snuck my way toward the person. As he walked down the street, suddenly everyone became scarce. I noted every feature of him. His strange clothes, his three taloned hands, his two-toed foot, and his . . . oddly colored skin. Suddenly, I realized that he had to be a vampire. I had never actually seen one, since anytime there was a raid I was placed in a hiding spot with the rest of the children. I watched the way he walked, the way he carried himself, he had to be a lieutenant, or someone that was of very high stature on the hierarchy.
I continued to watch him in interest. Though I knew he was a vampire I felt compelled to watch him. Then suddenly a group of villagers with torches surrounded him. I could see his eyes widen then a snarl appeared on his face. In an instant I ran back to my home and picked up the water bucket. With the bucket in hand I went back to find the vampire surrounded by a circle of fire. Without hesitation I went to the fire and poured the water onto the flames. Now that a section of the flames were extinguished, the vampire fled, quickly moving out of sight.
Suddenly I was surrounded and was being cursed and threatened. I tried to explain my actions but they forced me home for punishment. As I trudged back to my house I felt the oddest sensation like I was being watched. It was so eerie, and unsettling. Once inside my house I went straight to my room, allowing the leader of the mob to tell my father what I did. I waited, sitting on my bed, for my father to storm in.
I could feel it again. The peering eyes were relentless. I almost felt like I was on fire, but every time I looked in that direction, the feeling and the presence was gone. I almost screamed out for 'it' to show itself. But my father bursting into my room interrupted me. He looked absolutely furious.
"What gave you the right?" he asked.
I told him straight out, "They were going to kill one of the leaders. Yes I know they hunt us but if we had killed him we would have had his whole clan on us. Instead of one dying the whole village would be rubble."
"You still had no right to interfere."
"I had every right! This is my home too!" This was probably the most out spoken I had ever been with my father. And I knew I was going to pay for it. My father sneered and raised his hand to strike me. I winced and waited for the painful hit . . . but . . . it never came.
I opened my eyes to see the vampire holding up my father by his throat. The vampire's grip tightened, threatening to crush his trachea. I could see it in his eyes. He was intent to kill him. "Stop it!" I couldn't help but plead for my father. The vampire glanced over his shoulder at me, then mercifully dropped him. My father fell to the floor and froze in fear as he looked up to the vampire towering over him. I was surprised as the vampire turned and offered his taloned hand to me.
"Come with me," I heard him say. It was so clear and unmistakable. I wasn't even sure if he actually said something or said it mentally, but I could resist.
Slowly I reached out my hand and placed it in his. He gripped my hand more gently than I expected, but the grip was still firm. This was so weird I couldn't believe he was acting this way. I began to think that I was dreaming. After all, why would a vampire want to take me away so peacefully. Even though I felt fear that he was just going to lead me off to feed, yet I felt security in his presence.
He led me out of my house and out of the village. The peering eyes of the villagers were uncomfortable, but I was protected. I had my vampire 'Knight'.
My story, you want to hear my story? You make me feel special. Yet, I don't know why you want to know me. Maybe you've heard of Raziel . . . or Kain? Maybe you're wondering how I, a Razielim, survived Kain's plunder? Well if you're so interested, I'll tell you.
The start of my dark life was several hundred years ago. I was still mortal of course, living in a small village just south of Corhagen. I went about my life normally, a young girl doing chores and other tasks. I was sixteen then, still with my parents not yet married off. Times weren't too bad even with the 'Gods' salivating over our shoulders. I guess I should explain what the 'Gods' are.
The Gods are several clans of vampires. Though they preyed on my family and village like we were deer, we still prayed out to them. The Gods controlled our lives and deaths. My village would pray each night that they wouldn't raid us. I'm sure that amused the clans, probably Kain even more so. That's another thing I should explain.
Kain is the leader of all the vampires. From what we knew there were six obvious clans that roamed our world. Each clan had a lieutenant that served Kain and ruled over their land and clan. From the knowledge I know now, I can tell you that the first and most powerful lieutenant was named Raziel, and the weakest was Melchiah. The other four, though I am not sure the order of lineage, are Turel, Dumah, Zephon, and Rahab. These lieutenants then took it upon themselves to create more vampires, and those children made more vampires, thus creating a large clan. It was an endless cycle. But the closer you lineage was to a lieutenant or even to Kain himself, the more powerful you were. I was rather lucky, I guess . . . but I'll get to that later.
Anyway, one night I went outside to get some water from the well. It wasn't too late since some of the villagers were still out and about, and just was I was about to enter my house, I saw someone . . . odd. I left the bucket of water by the door, then snuck my way toward the person. As he walked down the street, suddenly everyone became scarce. I noted every feature of him. His strange clothes, his three taloned hands, his two-toed foot, and his . . . oddly colored skin. Suddenly, I realized that he had to be a vampire. I had never actually seen one, since anytime there was a raid I was placed in a hiding spot with the rest of the children. I watched the way he walked, the way he carried himself, he had to be a lieutenant, or someone that was of very high stature on the hierarchy.
I continued to watch him in interest. Though I knew he was a vampire I felt compelled to watch him. Then suddenly a group of villagers with torches surrounded him. I could see his eyes widen then a snarl appeared on his face. In an instant I ran back to my home and picked up the water bucket. With the bucket in hand I went back to find the vampire surrounded by a circle of fire. Without hesitation I went to the fire and poured the water onto the flames. Now that a section of the flames were extinguished, the vampire fled, quickly moving out of sight.
Suddenly I was surrounded and was being cursed and threatened. I tried to explain my actions but they forced me home for punishment. As I trudged back to my house I felt the oddest sensation like I was being watched. It was so eerie, and unsettling. Once inside my house I went straight to my room, allowing the leader of the mob to tell my father what I did. I waited, sitting on my bed, for my father to storm in.
I could feel it again. The peering eyes were relentless. I almost felt like I was on fire, but every time I looked in that direction, the feeling and the presence was gone. I almost screamed out for 'it' to show itself. But my father bursting into my room interrupted me. He looked absolutely furious.
"What gave you the right?" he asked.
I told him straight out, "They were going to kill one of the leaders. Yes I know they hunt us but if we had killed him we would have had his whole clan on us. Instead of one dying the whole village would be rubble."
"You still had no right to interfere."
"I had every right! This is my home too!" This was probably the most out spoken I had ever been with my father. And I knew I was going to pay for it. My father sneered and raised his hand to strike me. I winced and waited for the painful hit . . . but . . . it never came.
I opened my eyes to see the vampire holding up my father by his throat. The vampire's grip tightened, threatening to crush his trachea. I could see it in his eyes. He was intent to kill him. "Stop it!" I couldn't help but plead for my father. The vampire glanced over his shoulder at me, then mercifully dropped him. My father fell to the floor and froze in fear as he looked up to the vampire towering over him. I was surprised as the vampire turned and offered his taloned hand to me.
"Come with me," I heard him say. It was so clear and unmistakable. I wasn't even sure if he actually said something or said it mentally, but I could resist.
Slowly I reached out my hand and placed it in his. He gripped my hand more gently than I expected, but the grip was still firm. This was so weird I couldn't believe he was acting this way. I began to think that I was dreaming. After all, why would a vampire want to take me away so peacefully. Even though I felt fear that he was just going to lead me off to feed, yet I felt security in his presence.
He led me out of my house and out of the village. The peering eyes of the villagers were uncomfortable, but I was protected. I had my vampire 'Knight'.