Well look at that, I finally started my Underworld story!!! (cue cheers from nonexistent audience)
Anywho, I'm really not at all sure how to go about doing this, that's way this beginning uh….chapter? is so cryptic. Which means…yup, you guessed it (or maybe you didn't, I wouldn't know) open plot suggestions!!!!! Yay!!!!
Here goes nothing. Please leave a review and a small plot bunny, and I will be eternally grateful!!
Your obedient reader (I guess writer in this case),
Sevviephantom
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Underworld: The Betrayed ~ Chapter l/prolog
We feel hate.
We want to rip you apart.
I don't care what you want, this is MY kingdom!
You betrayed us. We will see to your demise.
NEVER!! I rule!!! I am king!!!
Our brother will ruin you. He'll make you suffer.
You are animals. Stupid beasts that know nothing of the world.
The plan is already in effect. You are powerless to stop it.
What-
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
With a scream of utter agony, the great warlord Viktor opened piercing blue eyes for the very first time. He had awoken after three weeks of fevered, dream induced sleep, a feat that all physicians knew was impossible.
When the first sentry entered the bedchambers, no force on earth could have saved him from being drained of his life force by the man sitting in the corner. No one would have ever realized that it was because of this man that their leader was in so much pain that he sounded like a dying, snarling animal.
He, the man, took the goblet of water from the bedside table and poured the contents out and held it underneath the gash in the now dead guard's neck, allowing the thick, ruby liquid to drain into it. When the cup was sufficiently full, the man calmly walked to Viktor's side and held the convulsing man's mouth open, the other hand dripping the blood into it. The man grinned humorlessly, knowing that Viktor would definitely survive.
Finally, the man went back to his stool, and Viktor remained motionlessly in his bed. Then, very slowly and very quietly, he sat up and said,
"What have you done to me."
"I have given you life."
"You are a creature?"
"I am a god."
"No you're not. You are called vampire."
"I am called many things."
"Yes," Viktor frowned. "Markus."
"Yes."
"You want me to bow to you?"
"I want you to help me."
"You want me to harness the creature that is destroying my kingdom."
"……I want to only reason with him."
"THERE IS NO REASON IN THEIR MINDS!!" Viktor suddenly shouted. "I WILL DIE BEFORE I ENCOURAGE THE LIFE OF THOSE MONSTERS!!!"
Before Markus could say another word, he was ripped apart by the newly created vampire. Viktor, unaware of his own instincts, was powerless to stop the bloodlust now running through his veins, succumbing to the violence as though it were necessary for his survival.
Soon after, the carnage was the only evidence of the first of all vampires. The blood of both the sentry and Markus mingled on the floor, Viktor in the middle of them breathing heavily, and trembling. He's turned me into a monster. I'm just like them now…
No.
Not like them. I am better. I am refined. My kind will not have to kill. Only take what is needed. Like taking bounty in war.
The vampires will rule.
His icy blue eyes glowed through in the darkness.