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11th Century - Anghiari, Italy.
He was drunk that night, drinking and celebrating, but he remained ever vigilant. He had guards posted at every major entrance to the castle monastery. The party was to celebrate what had happened a month before, the battle of Civitate. A battle which was fierce and ended in the enemy winning but the men at this long-lasting get together were celebrating really because they were of a few that had survived.
"Excellent feast my brother's, here's to surviving" Reynold said while munching down on a cooked slice of chicken leg,
"Yes Reynold, your weight tells us a lot about it" a man said whilst drinking from a cup of alcohol.
" Rahab you don't insult our captain, but I cannot let you make consumption's about his weight anymore" the man yelled from across the table as he got up and threw a knife he had concealed, tucked away in his iron cuirass. The knife has hit the table in a perfect 45 degree angle and then everyone started to laugh.
"Come now Raziel, let's keep this civil, the wine is excellent and the food delicious" Reynold said from across the table before joining in with everyone laughing.
There were cups op wine tipping over and plates holding delicious food been pushed and pulled across the table. The man who had threw the knife reacquainted himself with the dagger, pulling it back into his grasp before concealing it away in its rightful place.
"You leaving Reynold, hey remember that the legion is returning to Italy tomorrow and if your reporting back, you best meet us there, that is unless you don't want to" Melchiah yelled across the room in amidst of all the yelling. Reynold was a young Soldier, with a abdomen of a god, a red silk cape that followed him as he walked, and lightweight but powerful armour that like him, beared many scar's. His hair had grown longer over the course of the battle, and was due for a cut, but he liked it long and natural. His sword was made of silver, a rare blade for a worthy owner .Reynold walked out of the castle monastery, where the feast had been as he went to his room in the barracks. He walked past a few guards that acknowledged he was there by bending over bowing at the sight of him. He was walking on the grass now, trying not to tumble over by his sheer drunken state, but continued until he was at the barracks.
"Reynold sir, your private quarters is ready and the thy lady awaits in your chambers" a guard had said as he opened the barracks door.
"Rebekah, the English beauty, she has returned?" Reynold asked as he stood in the door. "Why yes, sir, and she has said that when you enter your room, I will make sure you are not disturbed" he announced as he bent his hand in to the barracks and bowing at his presence.
"See to that" Reynold said as he walked through the armoury, to his private room. He opened the door to see the English girl, sitting on his bed with her hands intertwined of each other while resting under her chin. At first, she looked up and saw him, then tilted her head back down, as if she felt a undesirable burden she had to tell him. She herself was amazing he thought, her long blonde curl's that stretched down the back of her dress and her lushes red lip's he was fond of her eyes, that were cold as ice.
"Rebekah, my to what do I owe this pleasure" Reynold said as he approached her, reaching for her hand and kissing it fondly, then released her hand and sat down beside her. She was beautiful, too beautiful he thought, for him to manage, with her long blonde hair that fell behind her back and her menacing smile that gave him chills whenever he laid eyes upon
"I am going back to England, I have come to say farewell" she said softly as she raised her hand and gently ran her hand down his cheek.
"I would also like to apologise that I too, must leave and I dread this moment that I was able to tell you" Reynold said as he leaned back and looked at the ceiling. The two looked at ach other and expressed themselves by kissing each others lips, tenderly. Suddenly, they pulled away from each other as someone barged in, pushing the soldier who was standing guard.
"Sister, it time for us to go, Mikael and a legion of soldiers have begun attack on the castle, he knows were here" a man dressed as one of the guard said as he came closer to us, holding out his hand to Rebekah who looked stunned as she accepted the gesture.
"We have to get out of here" Rebekah said as she turned to the stranger then, looked at Reynold.
"You will help us escape, you will lead us out of here, safe and alive" Rebekah said, and he felt compelled to repeat what she said, word for word. Reynold got up and drew his blade, opening the door and turning to both Rebekah and the stranger.
"follow me, I know a sewer entrance, on the other side of the courtyard". they ran down the hallway of the barracks, Reynold's stance was ready as they treaded carefully down, making sure there wasn't no one waiting for us at the end.
"This way" Reynold whispered as they came to the courtyard, there was fighting between his old legion and an unknown enemy. Rebekah tugged on Reynold's arm to get him to face her, "We need to get out of here, hurry and find the escape" she said in a tense voice. Reynold charged out, blade clenched in his hand, slicing the legs of one of the enemy soldier's leg's. He looked back to see The stranger killing a man, clenched within his own fist, strangling him to death, and his spine began to chill as he looked at the woman that he loved, killing a another man, and as the body dropped, she looked up to the night sky with blood dripping down her neck and off her hand as she fiercely growled like a howling lion.
"Over here, the grate that leads to the sewer's" Reynold yelled, as he turned to face Rebekah and the stranger within eye contact. The stranger intertwined his finger's within Reynold's long hair and then pulled hard, within earshot he whispered,
"Thank you, you have delivered us from our adversary, but we must part, stay here, is that understood?" The stranger asked and again, Reynold felt compelled to repeat what he had told him.
"stay here, I will" he repeated as he lay on the ground, watching Rebekah and the man open the grate and climb down to the sewers. Reynold felt compelled to sit put, watching as other were fighting and dieing around him, yet not even caring. Moments later, Rebekah came back up.
"Your coming with me" she insisted as she grabbed Reynold by the leg to pull him into the old sewer's. Reynold done the only smart thing to do when on the run or you wanted to stay out of sight, he grabbed the grate and slide it back on top of the hole. As Reynold climbed down the ladder, he was about to question his on-the-run company when the stranger covered Reynold's mouth and shut him up. They both tensed up as to listen to something very carefully. They stood like that for a few moments, until Rebekah thought it was safe to move, suggesting with her hands but still kept her mouth shut. Reynold followed and understood the hand gesture, not even opening his mouth. They walked in the sewer for what seemed like ages, until the stranger turned to Rebekah.
" He's not even after us and yet we flee?" he said in a questionable voice.
"Brother, you know that if even had knowledge of our where-a bout's, that he will use us as bait to catch Nic?".
"Then what's the deal with this human?" The man said with a smirk on his face, looking at Reynold.
"Him, I like him, he's fun, and he's my play thing, so don't go about and feed from him" Rebekah said with a bossy tone. Reynold stood silent, thinking what he was even doing with these two monster's.
"Look here, i'm no ones play thing, i'm a soldier, and you, your demon's, I have heard the tales of Flourence, demons of the night" he had drawn his sword and walked back ward's carefully watching where he treaded. He turned around to find Rebekah, holding her hand up as to wait for him to walk into it and then clenching shut around Reynold's neck.
"You, you don't even know the half of it" she hissed as she held him up against the damp sewer stone wall.
"Why not just turn him sister, you know you want to, your practice run" the stranger said in a calm voice while smiling a little, as if he's giving her a lesson. Rebekah turned around and said,
"I haven't even done it before, can we do this one together?" she asked him with a playful tone as she turned to Reynold smiling.
"Alright sister, first, you must give the person you want to turn" he stopped to bite his wrist until blood was pouring out,
"Your own blood". Rebekah bit her wrist until fresh blood dripped from her wrist, then turning to The man to say,
"I guess we feed him our blood then?" she asked in a serious tone now. And so they both held their wrists, one at a time into Reynold's mouth and forcing him to drink their blood.
" and now you…" The stranger broke his neck.
An Oak Forest, somewhere outside Venice, Italy. Five Hour's Before Morning
Reynold had woken, in a tall oak forest, covered in leaves. He slowly got up, feeling stiff all over, but at the same time, hungry. He noticed that he was far away from Anghiari, but he didn't know where the monster's and more importantly, Rebekah was. Reynold was surprised by himself that he still had feelings for her, even after finding out she and that… man were demon's. He was suddenly surprised by a hand against his shoulder, then turned to find Rebekah sitting down next to him.
"Your in transition, my brother is bringing you someone to quench your growing hunger, because your going to be very hungry and we can't have you run off unprotected from the sun, running rabid and killing folk" She said as she lent, knee's bent into her with her arm's holding her leg's for support as she rocked side to side, near Reynold, smiling at him.
"What, do you mean, someone?" Reynold asked with a curious look which made her smile grow.
"You'll see" she said as she rubbed her hand against Reynold's left cheek. The silence was disturbed when we heard a noise which, we turned to see her brother, with a woman, holding hand's.
"Come my dear, I want you to meet a new friend" he said in a formal voice, while pointing her the way to Reynold. She casually walked towards Reynold, who shot up to meet the young girl. She was pretty, no doubt and looked like a city girl, where are we, he thought?.
"Now Reynold, Miss Hill here is willing to let you, ah… drink from her" The man said.
"No, no, I'm not one of you… demon's, I'd rather die by my own sword" Reynold announced in a furious rage, stepping back into Rebekah.
"Well, it's your choice, and you should know, you're transition is meant to turn you into… a vampire, but it's your choice, die if you must" Rebekah said with a serious tone, although she looked a little disturbed to what Reynold had said.
"I didn't want to do this but freewill…" The man moved almost, as fast as the eye could tell to the young lady and bit her neck, then in a flash, ran both of them up to Reynold's face. Reynold's nose twitched as he looked at the dripping blood from the awkwardly happy woman's bitten neck, the hunger inside was tearing at his insides, forcing him to feed. He bit into her neck ever so harder, with the young lady beginning to feel the lightness from the lack of blood, Reynold drained her completely dry and as she dropped dead to the ground, he followed, making sure he had got every drip of her blood. Rebekah and the man looked pleased, Rebekah more so.
"There you go, your one of us, but why isn't he changing, like what happened to us, how our eyes went veiny and teeth grew… it seems he hasn't changed at all brother?" Rebekah asked, looking concerned about Reynold.
"I believe so, we did used both of our blood… maybe we need one more human to finish the transition?" he asked as formally as he could. He ran back towards where he came from with the young woman. Suddenly, Reynold began to have a stroke, his eyes darkening with veins, then disappearing, and reappearing. His eyes, began to glow yellow, then his normal brown. As he struggled on the forest floor, Rebekah tried to keep him still, and trying to ease her emotions by shutting them out. Her brother quickly moved towards us, with a nobleman, held against his will.
"Release me at once!" the noble shouted, but died as Rebekah's brother broke his neck.
"quickly, get the blood into him" Rebekah shouted as her brother bit the dead man's neck and left blood dripping puncture wound's. The blood dripped on a struggling Reynolds neck, and with the first taste, Reynold shot up and bit the nobleman's neck, draining his blood as well. Reynold quickly finished the transition, transforming into a vampire, the majority of his physical form remained the same, although his eye colour changed dramatically yellow, which glowed as darkness began to come to, in the dark forest. He got long fangs as well, a trait all vampires share. Rebekah and her brother looked surprised as well as curious, with Rebekah growing a smile on her face. Her brother approached Reynold with a hand held up.
"Welcome to the family, I'm Elijah, pleased to make your acquaintance, Reynold was it?" Elijah held his hand out, with Reynold closing in with his hand, accepting the hand shake. "So… I'm like you?" Reynold asked, "I feel even more calm then normal" he said, facing Elijah, then Rebekah.
"Why did you change me?", "We only helped you change, and I do believe my little sister has taking a likening to you" Elijah said as casually as possibly could. Reynold smiled as he turned to Rebekah but his serious face returned when he turned back to talk to Elijah.
"Who's Mikael and why is he after you?" Reynold asked with his questionable glare, staring straight at Elijah.
"Don't worry about him, he thinks were heading to India, which is not where we want to be right now" Rebekah answered Reynold, from behind him.
"He's… our father" Elijah suddenly said, as he combed the wood's with his eye's to make sure there wasn't anyone spying on them. I've got to go, sister you and Reynold go to Venice, make a new home there, i'm going back for Nicklaus, we will try to track you down later" Elijah said as he turned to go to wherever he was to meet Nicklaus, leaving both Reynold and Rebekah blushing as they turned from each other
"Oh and by the way, Here have this" Rebekah said as she reached for her gown, and took out a ring.
"What's this, you English woman are surprisingly trusting to choose a stranger to hold their jewellery" Reynold said, with a growing smile on his face, until he took it.
"Seriously, what's with the ring, it look's too poor for my taste" Reynold asked, looking at Rebekah.
"it's a blessed ring, by a witch, it allows… us to walk in the sunlight, and looking at the sky from this damp and yucky forest, its going to be light soon, so just put it on and leave it on until I say otherwise" she said, once again in her demanding and bossy tone, leaving Reynold no choice but to do what she said.
"Come, I'll show you the perk's of being a night prowler" She explained as she ran, as fast as her supernatural self could, which looked impossible from where Reynold stood. He smirked and chased after her, and learnt the meaning of speed. They ran and ran at there supernatural speed's until they came to a cliff, overlooking the countryside. Reynold looked at Rebekah, admiring her beauty and then felt like such a fool for what he was about to ask her.
"So Rebekah, since you're older then me, can you tell me, exactly how old are you?" He asked feeling kind of pushing it as he knows, woman don't exactly like mentioning their age, which she turned surprising him.
"I am about one hundred years old, but when I turned, I was eighteen, and remember it because I could easily kick your backside with one hand…" she was interrupted by Reynold's playful nature, hugging her and throwing moss from the ground at her, and she started to do the same.