Rogue
The Uprising
By Anthony Price and Jessica Anderson
Darkness fall in times for all
Who will help in case we fall?
On and on we see the Light
Yet we ignore its true delight.
Instead, we look towards the dark
And there we find a false remark.
And when He comes to show the way
Three in One will He make day.
Then and on we'll walk in Truth
along the narrow path of eternal youth
-Mark Limpin
Prologue
My plan was set. The kill was imminent, my prey walked hurriedly down the alleyways of London. She looked behind her constantly as if she knew I was coming. I stalked her from the shadows of the grey buildings. She was an attractive woman, with long red curly hair. Her corset was tight and so she drew shallow breaths as she forced her legs to move as quickly as the corset would allow. I could smell the sweet on her brow. I could feel the fear and desperation in her eyes. She turned a corner and I flowed, I knew this would be the last place she ever saw; for the alley way was a dead end.
"Why out so late, madam?" I asked stepping out of the shadows. Her eyes bulged with fear and her heart sped up as she took in my appearance. Dead. I had pale white skin that ran hard as stone over my bones. My eyes pulsed red, like neon signs. I was very hungry.
"I uh, got lost," she managed to sputter, looking around for an exit. I hissed softly as I advanced towards her slowly. She stepped back cautiously, keeping the same distance between us at all times. But finally she reached the dead end. She pressed herself up against the wall as I continued to walk closer to her. Her lip trembled as I closed the distance between us.
"What as shame, so pretty," I grinned.
"Please," She begged. "Take all my money just leave me alone."
I snarled and she flinched. I had no interest for money, no, all I craved was blood. Her neck pulsed with it, it beat through her heart. I stroked her cheek lovingly and she mumbled another plea. But I was paying no more attention to her. My lips curled over my teeth, exposing my fangs. I kissed her neck sweetly before plunging my teeth into her delicate neck. She tried to scream but all that escaped her was a soft whimper.
I drained so much blood that I felt as if my stomach would explode, but only when my hunger had been satisfied did I pull myself away. Her body fell limply to the ground with a soft thud. Blood pooled from her neck and stained her clothes. Her mouth hung open and her eyes stared straight forward, unseeing. I smiled to myself as I slipped back into the shadows of London, my hunger had been satisfied…for now.
Chapter 1 - When Werewolves attack
"The moon has risen, it is time to wake my son," came an all too familiar voice. My eyes snapped open and I sat up from my coffin to greet my father.
"Good Evening father," I said yawning.
"I have a meeting today, so you will need to take care of your sister," My father said.
"But I was to meet my friend Drake today," I complained.
"Nonsense," snapped my Father. "You don't need friends, not when you become the greatest vampire of all time."
"I'm only sixteen," I sighed. "I don't even have wings yet, I have to use this silly cloak" I said pulling on my silver metallic cloak.
"I'm sure your mother wouldn't be happy to hear you say that, after she made it with such love," my father said
"My mother is dead," I mumbled.
"Come and sit," my father sighed, sitting on the coffin. I crossed the room and sat next to my father.
"Since your mother was staked it has been very hard to bring up this family, as you know. I have had to take a job on the board to provide coffins and blood for us. If I didn't take the job we would probably be living above," he started.
"So I need you to take care of your sister," he finished.
"Yes father," I said trying not to sound unenthusiastic. My father stared at me with green eyes.
"You look like me, except for your eyes, they were your mothers," my father said putting his hand on my shoulder. He stood up and walked out the room, his black hooded cloak trailing the floor. I walked over to my sister's coffin and woke her.
"Sis, time to get to get up," I called to my thirteen year old, moody sister.
"Go away, I'm not a baby I don't have to be woken," my sister hissed back.
"Well I'm going to meet my friend, good bye," I called again to no reply.
I walked out of the stone room and into the one of the many hallways of the underground lair. Each family lived in a single room. There were ten rooms to each hallway and over a hundred halls; the whole place was basically an underground castle. Many of the rooms were basic, only in use for sleeping during the day. Once the moon had risen the vampires would awaken and go down the hallways to the main hall. For thousands of years the vampire cult had lived deep under London feasting on the ignorant humans above. London was the perfect place for vampires, the sun was blocked out during the day by the thick rain clouds that hovered constantly of London. This meant that we would be able the venture out whether it was day or night.
I walked into the main hall where my friend Drake was waiting. The hall was rarely used as anything but a meeting place for vampires. The real action was above, where vampires hunted down their next meal. I walked through the small crowd of vampires, trying not to draw attention to myself. As always vampires were having sex on couches, drinking in the warmth of others bodies, and their blood. Other vampires talked around chairs and tables, some eating human flesh from plates, others drinking from dark goblets which would have certainly been blood. The majority of the population were adults, and children were scarce, although vampires lived for many years longer than a human, most of them were incapable of love.
I found Drake near a small stone table drinking deep from a black goblet.
"Err" spat Drake as I approached. "Day old blood tastes disgusting; it's got too much water in it". I laughed as Drake wiped his tongue with his cloak. Then Drake began in a soft voice.
"Let's go to the surface."
"We're not allowed without an experienced vampire," I whispered back
"No ones going to see us, I mean we'll stay to the shadows and in those poor neighbourhoods," Drake answered.
"Ok," I agreed, falling into his temptation, I didn't want to disappoint my friend.
Together we slipped through one of the three tunnels to the surface. The grey dingy walls were reflected by the small puddles of water that seeped through the entrance when it rained. In the tunnels, like the rest of the lair torches were hung on the walls illumining the rooms softly and never seeming to go out. Drake opened the hatch door to a small suburban street.
"We didn't run into any guards" I whispered. Drake shrugged and assured that the area was free of humans, so we immerged. Houses stretched down the street, some with there lights still on even though it was late at night.
"Let's find us some blood," Drake smiled greedily. I pointed towards a shabby looking house to the left .Only a small flickering light could be seen in the front room, and the front garden was kept untidy and long.
"If they disappear, no one will know" I said in a matter of fact way. We moved towards the house and Drake turned the main power switch off, whilst I opened an unlocked window. Drake and I crept inside looking around for someone we could eat. The room we stood in was old and grey. To the left of the room were two doors one of which was labelled toilet. To the right an open archway led to the kitchen. Drake moved to the unlabeled door on the left and I walked into the kitchen. We searched the whole house but found nothing.
"This room," Drake whispered coming to the only room we hadn't searched. "Gabriel," he said, "you are my best friend, I need to tell you something, you are in danger if you stay in the cult. There is a…" he stopped. The door creaked open and we were hit with the overwhelming stench of a rotting corpse. Blood was splattered across the walls and a motionless man lay half eaten on the floor, scratch marks covered his naked body. The flesh had been stripped away from his right side where broken bones and jutted out through his black rotting flesh, his organs were ripped and the fluids oozing out over the carpeted floor.
"Werewolves," stammered Drake seeing dog footprints in the blood that covered the floor.
"We have to leave now" I said grabbing Drakes arm. We spun around and heard the sound of a window smashing in another room. I dragged Drake into an empty bedroom to the left and under a bed when just as three werewolves walked pass into the room of the corpse. When we heard the crunching of bones and ripping of flesh we crawled out from under the bed and moved towards another broken window across the hall. I peered out the bedroom doorway into the room of the corpse and was almost sick. The werewolf's where ripping at the man hungrily. Two of them faced away from me as they dug deeper into the man right side, covering there face's with new blood. But one was facing the hall ripping at the man's face. He pulled off the skin and bashed open the skull where he licked ravenously at the juicy brain inside. I quickly stepped into the room across the hall as the werewolf facing us looked down. Drake followed me and we moved towards the window.
"You first" I mimed, and Drake started to climb out the window. He was almost free when his remaining leg caught on a sharp of glass and his calf was ripped open. He screamed loudly and fell to the ground, blood spurting out of the slit rapidly. I turned around as the werewolf's ran into the room to meet me. They snarled, baring their bloodstained teeth, and the hairs on there backs stood on end. They looked like humans except for the greyish brown fur that covered their bodies. Their arms were long and bony and there backs were hunched. I jumped through the window and grabbed Drake who held his calf in pain. I ran as fast as I could, carrying Drake in my arms. Vampires were faster and stronger than humans but not more than werewolves. Behind me I could hear the werewolves chasing me, snapping at my heels. I jumped into the air opening my cloak so that I could fly. It was hard, Drakes weight pulled me down and although I was in the air I had nowhere to go where the werewolf's wouldn't chase me, and I couldn't go back down the drain, then the werewolf would know where the entrance to there lair was. I was panicking trying to find a way out when I realised I was flying low. I tired to pull up but was too late. I was hit from behind with such a force that Drake flew out of my arms. I struggled for a moment, trying to regain my balance so I wouldn't crash head first into the hard bitumen road. I ascended a few metres and looked around for Drake. He was laying unconscious, slumped across the road. I dived for him, seeing the werewolves getting closer. I was just about the pull off a spectacular grab when, out of nowhere, a werewolf jumped from the right and reached Drake before me. He grabbed Drake by the neck and moved him out of my reach. But I was still diving, and I crash landed into the hard ground, scraping my arms and legs on the solid tar. I got up and faced the two werewolves the edged closer to me. I looked over at Drake, and the werewolf puncturing his neck with sharp teeth.
"NOOOO," I screamed. Suddenly there was a loud bang. I looked over to the drain as three Vampires immerged. There wings were spread and their teeth bared, they were from the board. The three werewolves turned and ran towards them. They jumped into the air and so did the vampires. They met mid air and the vampires crashed down on top off them. The werewolf's snapped at them but the vampires plunged their teeth into there necks and ripped the major vein out, spurting blood over the road. The three got up as I ran over to Drake. One of the Elder vampires ran over and picked up Drake.
"GET IN" hissed the vampire pointing to the drain with a long crooked finger, his eyes glowing red. I crawled into the drain knowing that I was in serious trouble, but that did not matter to me, all I cared about was if Drake would be ok.