Author's Note – This is the first snippet of a long story that's been in my head for the past couple of weeks, This is also my first fan fiction, I hope that I can do the series and the characters justice.

Warnings – Homosexuality, Strong Language, Mature Content

Pairing – Petros x OC (Vampire)

A Knight's Deliverance: Intro

They knew that this would be a bad day. The Soldiers of the Inquisitorial Department knew that their leader was seething from one of his bad moods. The best they could hope for was an injury severe enough to be sent to the hospital.

Brother Petro roared in wrath as he knocked over several men who had foolishly attacked him head on. The training pole he used was re enforced, but it did nothing to lessen to blows as this behemoth of a man pressed into an offensive move.

One soldier had the brains enough to stay down while the others got up to try to counter their leader's attack. The man waited till Petro was closer, grabbing at another wooden staff to try and trip him up.

Patro Orcini wasn't born yesterday, he jabbed his staff down into the man's out stretched hand and as the man below him screamed, used the pole to vault himself feet first towards the retreating men. There was that satisfying sound of his foot hitting flesh, then the 'oof' of the man as the wind was knocked out him.

Petro grinned as the man fell before him; he used the fallen man's body to add leverage as he leaped for a round house kick that, despite the head protection that the men wore, broke another man's nose. Petro swung the long staff, knocking a few more on their sorry asses. The rest had long since run out of his range.

"Stand up and fight you fools!! You will never serve God's Army if you run like cowards!!" Petro berated them, he was panting slightly, not surprising since he was the most fit and experienced soldier.
Flicking a stand of pale blue hair from his face, Petro beckoned the remaining men to attack him again. "Let's try this again!! As a unit!" He ordered. "No more sloppiness, you deserve to die if you attack a vampire on your own."

Without a moment's hesitation the remaining men hefted their staffs and attacked, Petro grinned as he countered and blocked. There was hope for this bunch of misfits; they needed more training if he was going to have use of them.

Training for soldiers of the inquisition was as harsh as it was difficult, one would have to have the drive to complete the training necessary to be accepted into the ranks.

It wasn't enough to simply want to fight vampires but to also have the strong unfaltering Faith that Cardinal Francesco di Medici demanded of his soldiers and officers.

Many of the Inquisitions' senior officers where trained at a young age or had been proficient fighters in the past.

Brother Matthew watched as the resent batch of soldiers picked themselves off the floor many of them sporting bruises, bloody noses and split lips. The young man waited till Brother Petro had discarded the broken staff and stepped off the training mats to approach. "Brother Petro, I have the details of your next mission here. Cardinal Francesco was adamant that you should get this privately."

Petro glanced over and took the black portfolio from the young man as he passed by, not bothering to open it.

Matthew huffed as he watched the head of the Department head to the locker room. Wondering what had set him off this time. Petro wasn't known for his patience and calm demeanor; in fact, He often lost his tempter and had a stubborn streak that made dealing with him difficult.

If he wasn't in the office doing paperwork or at official functions, the blue-haired man was usually found in the training arena, throwing rigorous training exercises and yelling at his men.

Throwing the portfolio on the bench, Petro quickly stripped off the training clothes and turned on the shower at full blast. Gasping at the sudden shock of the cold water, the man gritted his teeth as he fought the urge to shiver, concentrating on instead the day's sparring lesson.

The men were loyal; they followed every order even if some of them became injured during this exercise. He mentally went though every move they had made, most had fought bravely and where getting to a point where they where starting to fight together as a team. Petro allowed himself a fleeting feeling of pride at the fact that his training was showing promise. But it faded as he remembered the reason for his recklessness this morning.

The nightmares.

His body gave an involuntary shudder as he fought to keep his mind from going here.

Petro pulled out the tie holding his hair back and turned on the warm water. As usual, the showers where empty, he snorted, the men would be waiting outside, waiting for him to finish before they had use of the showers. Whether it was out of fear or respect, Petro never questioned it.

The man called 'The Knight of Destruction' (Capital letters included.) Was well respected, sometimes even feared by his own soldiers. As this morning's training exercise proved, he was ruthless and feared no consequences of the violence of his training regime.
"Pain and discipline." was his motto within the training grounds.

Pain indeed.

The light touch, stroking teasing, the glint of fangs behind those parted lips...

Shuddering, Petro quickly turned the hot water off, gasping as the cold water cascaded down his shivering, shuddering body. 'Damn vampire, Damn vampire' he chanted over and over as he fought his body's urges to the mental images, the icy water caressing his heated skin. 'Damn them, damn them all to hell' he growled in between clenched teeth as the arousal between his legs subsided.

Feeling even more pissed off then ever, Petro dried off, dressed and stormed out of the locker-room with the black portfolio in hand. He hoped that his next mission would bring him to another kind of physical release one that involved the spilling of blood.

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Sister Paula wisely made a quiet retreat, sensing the Chief's mood. She had left the reports on his desk. Reports that must be signed dated and stamped by the head of the department. The machinery that worked within the Vatican to maintain itself never went an hour without the required paperwork.

With his hair still damp from the shower, the head of the Department looked at the stack of reports and shoved them away; Cardinal Francesco's order came first.
A smile came to his lips as he read.

A wandering group of vampires had apparently settled outside the empire's borders, far from any large city, too far to be of any danger to humans, but also strangely far away from the Empire as well.

Cardinal Francesco wanted a troop to go to the location and wipe them out should they appear to be dangerous.
Petro's smile faded, of chores they would be dangerous, judging from the numbers of this little group, one of his best officers and a squad could take care of them. Also, it would assure that this eradication would be done in seclusion.

Glancing at the growing pile of paperwork, Petro decided that he could use a working vacation. It had been too long since he went on a hunt and this mission was just the thing he needed.

To be continued