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Bloody Sunday
1905 Russia
In St Petersburg, Russia stood a white marble building called the winter palace, it had a balcony just above the entrance to enter the balcony was a set of stained glass doors of Peter the great, through those doors was an office of the Tsar Generals.
Tsar Generals are the kings military minds in this room was Conscript Nikolai Korrd, his father Colonel Petr Korrd, Two Generals Liliya Nomak and Sergei Pavel, Plus their Commanding officer Commander of the Armed Forces Vladamir Dmitriy who began to address the room.
"Colonel Korrd you believe that your son" the commander sneered towards Nikolai
"is better suited as a commanding officer?" The commander stood at 6ft 1in with blond hair, blue eyes, quite skinny and clad in ceremonial red and dirty green uniform with matching hat. He turned back towards The Colonel who was only 6ft but greying black hair, coal black eyes and very muscularly built with a slight tan compared to the pasty complexion of the commander.
"He is Eighteen Years old!" Exclaimed General Nomak, who was woman standing at 5ft 9in with dark hair and blue eyes but still curvaceous.
"Please I would prefer an inexperienced Russian lad then a Bozz Woman." Replied General Pavel who is an old frail general.
"Enough both of you" The Commander ordered then he turned to Niko Korrd, Who stood no taller than General Nomak and no more built although he had his fathers coal black eyes with matching hair in standard infantry uniform.
"There is a march today led by Father Georgii Gapon to present The Tsar with a petition for the police-sponsored workers' association do not let them pass, you will have twenty of your new recruits and your in charge but use peaceful means though" He was towering above Niko now. "What do you say Lieutenant?" He finished.
"Thank you my Commandant" LT Korrd bowed. "If it is not peaceful how many soldiers are in my reserve."
"Please, fifty unarmed priests, none you shall have none. Dismissed" Dmitriy smiled.
"Now men don't move until I say" L.T. Korrd ordered as over a thousand protesters marched towards them. Korrd was only in the army a week and now he was in charge of his classmates. The father led them in his red and gold robe to match the St Petersburg autumn of red and gold leaves and as they got closer the ground started to shake and Korrd became nervous and hoped that Commander Dmitriy will notice and send reinforcements.
"Pre kaa Teets" Korrd shouted for the protesters to halt but was drowned out by the first sound of gunfire "Per I Staats" He plead to stop his nervous men from firing but once one fired they all fired.
"You opened fire you Bosnian mule rider" Cried Colonel Korrd berating his son as he launched him out of the door "You have besmirched the Korrd name never use it again and definitely never come here again." As he slammed the door in his sons face to lock him into the night.
"Father" Nikolai whimpered.
Some days passed as Nikolai lived off the streets avoiding anyone who would recognise him but one night he met some one who did recognise him.
"Aah Lieutenant Korrd, Finally we have the pleasure" Said a tall built man who was about 6ft 4in blond hair and not Russian. He looked around the shack that passed as Russian bar and sighed " Shame about the accommodations though"
"I'm not him" Nikolai replied not looking away from his Russian vodka.
"Sure you are, you can't deny your scent." The stranger replied
"you are not Russian so you do not that I am not a Korrd" Nikolai Replied leaving the bar towards the back ally.
The stranger followed him to the ally "You're right I'm not Russian and neither are these" He gestured as four men in tattered rags surrounded Nikolai "My Master Requests the presence of the man which made Bloody Sunday" The stranger smiled as Nikolai was pinned down
"Who are you and who's your master" Nikolai Seethed as these men were stronger than he thought they should be.
"Me, Call me Luke but my master" Luke paused and shifted into a vampire "is The Master as he sunk his teeth into the exposed flesh of Lieutenant Nikolai Korrd.
In the aftermath of what was called 'Bloody Sunday' by the press close to one hundred were killed instantly while three hundred more were wounded out of two thousand one hundred protesters Father Gapon was Drug away by his best friend and returned years later to help the Russian revolution.
Pre Ka Teets Halt
Per i Staats Cease
Bozz Bosnian
