Blutbad Chapter 1 – Cities in Dust
A/N- I am sure there are those who are going to be thinking, because of the title, that this is going to be a Grimm cross over fic, but I am sorry to have to tell you this but it is not. Blutbad is German for bloodbath, so welcome my friends to my new dark fic, I hope you enjoy it. The usual prerequisite of warnings apply, violence, foul language, and death, if there is a need for any additional warnings besides these three I will add it to the individual chapter.A quick explanation so this makes sense to you all, and hopefully to myself, Suva sits right next to the International Date Line where the day starts, so if you headed west from there you would actually be going back in time, not literally, but you know what I mean lol.
The date was the 31st of December in the year of our lord 21 hundred and 99, at 11:59pm and 50 seconds to be exact, in the country of Fiji on the island of Viti Levu the city of Suva. The inhabitants of this municipality were all out in the streets this evening, dancing as they brought in the New Year, watching the clock as it slowly ticked away the last remaining seconds of that year on that fateful night. To the North West of the city stood Mount Tomanivi, forever trapped in its lonely vigil as it guarded an ancient secret, which was now thrashing in its sleep, threatening to wake. The unaware party goers dance feverishly with their family and friends as time continued its eternal march forward and the last grains of sand in the hour glass for this year fell, bringing in the new era and a force that would reshape the world as we knew it, forever.
The clock strikes midnight and in the first second of that new millennia, the eyes of that ancient evil sprang open, and with its awakening a shockwave spreads around the world. The lights in Suva went dark the instant that creature screamed out with new life, reaching up towards the ceiling of its crypt in agony, as its hunger took a hold of it. This phenomenon did not only occur in Suva, but all around the planet, as though someone had flipped a switch and sent the world back into the dark ages.
Atlanta International Airport December 31st 2199 6:57am aboard United flight 4662 as they circle in holding. The flight attendant picks up the microphone and flips on the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen, before we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Thank you." Turning off the speakers he puts the microphone back in its position and begins to walk down the aisle to see if anyone needed any assistance. The lights flicker as the plane shakes as though it had passed through a mild bit of turbulence and in an instant the interior lights go out. In the cockpit the pilot is frantically pushing buttons as he wondered why all the instruments had shut off, while the co-pilot looks out the window at the engines which had also ceased to function. The aircraft quickly loses speed without the four engines propelling it forward, the nose tips down slowly at first then quickly into a 45 degree angle, the pilot pulls the controls back, but to no avail, the hydraulics where also not working. The passengers on board screamed franticly as the plane tipped downward, the flight attendant slams into the cockpit door as he was unable to get to his seat before he lost his footing. The plane begins to spin as it dove downwards, and some began to pray, while others begged their phones to work so they could say goodbye to their loved ones, as a few raged against their fates.
In the control tower on the ground all hell was breaking lose as they tried to figure out why all their equipment had died so suddenly. With no communication or eyes on those planes in the sky they knew that it was only a matter of time before a midair collision would occur. "Holy mother of God," a woman whispered as she stood up in horror as a fiery ball of wreckage came crashing to the ground, colliding with a parked plane, igniting the fuel stored within it, exploding violently against the airport's terminal. The plane it had collided into on its way down slams into the pavement a few hundred feet away from the tower, rolling over in a mangled mass of metal, the misshapen engine flinging free of the wing hurtles into the tower as countless other planes fell from the sky crashing into the city of Atlanta at the start of the morning commute.
All across the globe planes rained down upon the cities of the world, a distant echo of biblical hell fire and brimstone. Millions of people died aboard those planes as they plummeted to the ground, millions more from the ensuing fires of those crashes as all emergency services were at a standstill, due to the inability of those departments to be able to start their vehicles. Anything with a microchip in it no longer worked, modern cars, phones, computers, surgically implanted life sustaining augmentations like artificial hearts just stopped. Trains derailed, boats were lost at sea, water pressure was nonexistent to all towns and cities.
In 30 states within the U.S. an unbeknownst emergency sat a few miles away from its neighboring small towns. As the inhabitants either lay asleep in their beds or casually wondered why the power was out and cursing the fact that they couldn't have their morning coffee. With no means of communication, the teams within these complexes scramble to try and correct the situation and get the word out to their peaceful small town neighbors. As computers went down and the lights went out, they knew that the cooling systems were no doubt no longer functioning, and with the rods out and no way to put them back in the reactors were well on their way to a meltdown. Again the futile attempt at self preservation took hold of most of the people there, running for their cars only to find that they no longer worked, some fell to their knees and prayed to whatever god they believed in for salvation. Others ran for it on foot, only a few stayed at their post to try and work out a solution to the situation as the containment unit was breached and the fusion reactors went critical.
The fallout from this catastrophe was on a scale of epic proportions, a radius of 20 miles around each reactor had become a no man's land of radioactive death and with a shift in the wind certain waterways had become contaminated as well killing all who drank from them. And this was just the beginning, in only a matter of hours from the creatures awakening, a world that had been populated with billions of people had now been reduced to merely a handful of hundreds of millions. With the fall of the worlds infrastructure, came the riots for food and water in the following weeks, masses starved without the knowledge to take care of themselves in this new world. They had become so dependent upon a world where everything was provided for them, neatly packaged and delivered to their local grocery store or super center, where all they had to do was purchase it off the shelf. They never assumed that they would ever need to know how to hunt or farm, and with so few left among them with the skills to work the land, or hunt for game, most of humanity was left to fend for itself in those first years, weeding out the weak.
The island of Viti Levu was drained dry of its inhabitants that night and the onslaught of this creature bounced from island to island within the Pacific Ocean, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. Those who had survived the initial wave of terror and heard the rumors of an angel of death knew that this must be god's judgment brought down upon them for their sinful ways. Each religious faction blaming the other for this apocalypse falling upon them, some who were still holding onto the old prejudices, long forgotten by the masses, blamed the usual suspects to any and all who would listen to them.
This however was not preordained by a higher power, it was not divine judgment aimed at purging the sinners of the world, because god knows there were still plenty of those still alive. It was nothing more than a series of events that fell rather neatly into place, spurred on by those who sought this outcome, but that is a tale for another time. Though many of their goals were met, the finale of their plans was cut short however, and as quickly as it began the angel of deaths march across the world was ended by some unknown force. Fact was quickly lost, what truth was told by the few who had witnessed the angel's deeds and lived to tell the tale were twisted and spun into marvelous stories told to scare little kids at night.
Some used them as a warning to put the masses in line, a fear that god would punish them again if they didn't walk the righteous path, for who knows if the angel of death was actually defeated or merely sleeping again. Others used these events as a means to justify their hatred and fear of what had been discovered during those days of terror. As society fell the darkness crept in and the world learned that what went bump in the night was not merely a figment of their imagination, but did in fact really have claws and fangs that could tear them asunder.
They learned that vampires, werewolves, ghost and the zombies did in fact truly exists, by means of the aide they were given. With the number of fresh corpses piling up in all the major cities, the zombies numbers swelled to massive proportions and if the other supernatural creatures hadn't stepped in to assist mankind, what was left of humanity would have been whipped out.
The vampires were able to keep under wraps any knowledge that the apocalypse had been brought about by a few of their own kind, and that one of their great progenitors was in fact the angel of death the rumors had spoken of. However the noble Wolves had their suspicions, this whole thing stunk of vampires and their taint upon this world, though they still did not have any undisputed proof to back their claims and rally the packs together. The mongrel packs however saw this as a blessing in disguise, with the world of man decimated by the destruction caused by the ancient vampire they were now free to reveal in who they were.
With the shortage of food and drink the mongrel tribes formed great packs to plunder outlying towns and farms, growing bolder as their supplies and numbers grew, hitting bigger and bigger targets. That is until the humans fought back, with most of the raids happening at night while the population of a town slept, most of the settlements made an uneasy alliance with the vampires for protection. The agreement was for a donation of blood to be traded for the protection they could give at night. The humans however would be on their own during the day light hours, but would prove a formidable foe for the mortal werewolves nonetheless. The cost outweighed the reward and caused strife within the fragile alliance in those packs, the alphas and betas had a hard time curtailing dissent in the ranks over the loss of a loved one or comrade during a raid gone wrong.
The humans learned that safety in numbers held true even in these hard times and most huddled themselves behind the walls of their town. Working the fields close to the walls, or hunting in the nearby woods during the day, but seldom went very far from their homes and never at night. Even though any engine that was made before the advent of the micro chip still worked and did allow them to travel great distances and connect their towns in trade. The threat of ambush by the wolves during the day on these lone convoys made the venture very risky, and thus made these trips very infrequent and only with great need.
Though they were faced with great hardship human kind did what it always does, survive. Whether in the face of the apocalypse, starvation, Mother Nature or the supernatural terrors of the night, humanity would find a way. For with every night comes the dawn, and a new hope that they can find a way to weather the storm life has thrown at them. Though they might never achieve their former glory ever again, they would leave their mark upon this world and ensure their children had a life worth living.
A/N- Yes I know, no Kevedd stuff at all, yet, but where is a story if you don't set the stage for it, right? And yes this story does tie into the Peach Creek by Night's universe. I hope you will like it.