Hi guys this is just a few drabbles that are happening within the VAMPVERSE universe.
I have an idea for VV that takes in the whole world with characters that pop in and out.. not all of them will feature Brittana or the Unholy Trinity.
This takes place after the first VV. Its been rattling around in my head. Dunno what I'm at with it yet.. so im gonna put it as a one shot.
Don't worry, im nearly done the next VV chap . it will be uploaded in the next few days.
CHARACTER : SAM EVANS
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HAMRVERSE.
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1701. Hadsberg. Saxony.
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Samson concealed himself in the shadows as the voices of the Justice Keeper's prattled on. He had been told to keep his distance and only observe
The smaller blond, who seemed to be in charge, he had been warned of. It was widely known upon the wolf song that she could sense his kind.
He drew his hand through his shaggy blond hair, intently watching as they dragged out the body of the creature in a heavy, thick sheet.
As he continued to observe the trio, he could not fathom why people feared them so.
They reeked of lesser wolf, in particular the taller blond. She seemed dippy and easily distracted. Like a new born faun, she danced and flittered, unaware of the dangers that lurked in her surroundings.
The waif like brunette however prowled through the night like the lynx's he had seen in his home territory of the Dmitir . Silent, deceiving and not to be underestimated, a lesson he had learned in his whelping years, the scars of which he bore in his nuque and shoulders.
The shock had been enough to trigger his change, too young and under developed. But he had persevered. No one had expected him to survive and when he had, they had bestowed upon him a name meaning strong, that any man would understand.
He had tracked them for days. A thin strip of leather at his wrist interwoven through a crystal he had begrudgingly traded with a Cretian Mystic, offered him a layer of protection.. He had also masked his scent just to be on the safe side.
He could not afford being discovered.
The future of his tribe was riding on his shoulders and this was his way to prove that that they were worthy of inclusion.
The story of one they called Fenrisùlfur had floated upon the Wolfsong.
This Wolf hailed from the vast lands far across the frozen waters. He had traversed it single handed, facing Ice Giants and feeding from White Bears. He bore the scars of his journey upon his rippling muscles. His tawny mane was thick and by tale of those that joined the chorus, he dwarfed them in size. They themselves admittedto being but ordinary wolves to his stature.
Many howled that he was Dshal incarnate.
Fenrisùlfur had gone out into the wilderness and returned when Mother Moon bestowed upon him her woes.
She was displeased with her children. They had forgotten their roots and their heritage.
What had happened to her proud and mighty warriors?
Why had they allowed humans to encroach upon their territories, scaring the land with their stone monstrosities and taking the fruits of the forest from the very mouths of the pups.
They had become complacent and no longer held Mother Moon in her reverence.
Instead they scavenged for scraps at the tables of lesser creatures
Were they not ashamed?
The Wolf song had yammered and howled with the discontent.
The humans had driven them from their homes. The blood suckers barged through their lands with no thought, policing them when they attempted to reclaim what had always been theirs.
The packs had been called.
"Send me your sons, send me your daughters." Fenrisùlfur had demanded. "Let me raise leaders like the tribes of the days of yore so they can take their rightful place."
And so the packs had sent their strongest and brightest true born offspring. They went as wet behind the ears whelps and would return as battle hardened Alphas.
One pack however did not answer the call.
A tribe that every other knew by name because they thought themselves better when in fact they were cowards.
The pack itself was Samson's sworn enemy before the arrival of Fenrisùlfur.
Once over they had been one huge pack who had willingly and gladly helped Vlad on his rise, lured by the offer of more territory and freedom to do as they pleased within their boundaries.
They had enjoyed their gifts and things had been restored to the old days, when they could run free through the lands, un bidden.
When he fell, the humans had fought back, killing anything that resembled a wolf. Half of the pack had remained proud and dignified, retreating back into the dense forest and rugged terrain from whenst they came, content to wait until the time was right to exact revenge.
The other half however did not, they wanted to ask the Vampire's for their assistance.
The pack had split down the middle.
Two champions were chosen to settle their differences, a fight to the death. Samson's ancestor had lost and his supporters driven out of their homeland, where they had roamed until they came upon The Dmitir forest and settled a new.
No sooner had they turned their backs, the traitors ran like runts with their tails between their legs to the same creatures that had betrayed them, hiding behind their skirts and curling up like pets in front of their fires. Their young fed from the hand of the yellow eyed bitch. She gave them books instead of tools. Taught them languages of men instead of wolf dialect and meaning.
Their young began to revere the syphilitic whore rather than their true Mother.
They flaunted their new allegiance, without shame, for all to see, fashioning themselves garments, spending obscene amounts of time in biped form and conversing in moots with the villagers. They trampled through territories, ignoring the traditions and customs of their kin. All the while the surrounding packs watched on in disgust and yet not a move could be made for fear of the repercussions.
Now their beloved Sophia was gone, The Bohmerwald territories were rife for the taking.
Samson had risen through the ranks, focused and resolute on claiming the territories that rightfully belonged to his own tribe. He would return his homelands and his kin, glorious and with pride.
But in order to do so, he had, had to make concessions.
At first he had been loath to deal with the Vampire with the hair that smelt of strange oils and did not move even in the strongest of winds. But it was he that had stripped the Bohmerwalds of their protection.
The simpering creature asked only for one thing. When the time came he would be given his rewards and allowed to do as he saw fit with the spoils.
Samson had conceded. It was small in comparison to what Samson himself would gain.
The odd Vampire who spoke in a soft voice continued to deliver information, and so far it had all rung true.
Hence the shabby blond haired Versipellis standing in the middle of a blizzard, watching these supposedly fearsome vampires, he called Justice Keepers. Apparently this House of Dubois, what ever it was, would be their biggest obstacle.
The dippy blond and the feral eyed brunette continued dragging the ghastly creature's carcass towards an awaiting travel wagon. The one they called Luce calmly walked behind as if she was upon a relaxing afternoon jaunt,
The dippy blond, stopped in her tracks, whining,
"Why do we have to bring it. It's scary!"
Luce continued across the square, un clipping the back door to the wagon,
"Britt, I keep telling you. We can't leave it lying around. The thing is un natural"
The brunette kicked it with her boot,
"It's fucking ugly, is what it is!"
The taller blond he now knew as Britt continued to whine like a pup shoved from a kill,
"It's going to give me daymares!"
The brunette rushed to soothe her. Their interactions suggested that they were mates, which confused Samson. Females did not mate with females.
"For the love of Methusela Britt!" Luce cried in exasperation, " We don't even dream."
"I do to!" Britt churlishly replied.
"Can it Fabray!" The brunette snarled over her shoulder as she continued to draw her fingers through Britt's hair.
"No! I don't see how the hell she can claim she's gonna have day mares. Being trapped in a confined space next to you two for the next few weeks. That's a fucking nightmare!"
"Awww Luce, you getting all hot and bothered cause you can hear our lady loving?"
"You can join us if you like!" Britt piped up.
"Britt!" The brunette and Luce exclaimed in shock.
The behaviour of these bloodfiends was strange to Samson. They suggested they lay with each other as imprinted pairs might.
Britt giggled at the thunderous expression on the Lynx's face, kissing her chastely on her glowering tanned cheek.
Ignoring the display, Luce inquired,
"Britt, did you ginger the horses?"
Britt began drawing patterns in the snow with her foot, grinning like a fool.
"I did! Apple nearly spat it back out though. I don't think he liked it very much."
Luce strolled over to the corpse, instructing,
"Tana, you take the back. Britt go steady the horses, just in case. The last thing we need is them bolting and us stuck here with this"
Britt skipped through the snow, coming to a halt next to the two heavy steeds who jangling their bits impatiently. One let out a soft nicker as she began to stroke their noses, cooing in their ears.
Luce bent down, taking the corners of the sheet.
"On three Tana."
The brunette threw up her hands in resignation before gripping the corners at the front.
"One."
"Two."
"THREE"
In unison the two vampires lifted the creature as if it was a sack of grain. Tana walked backwards up the steep incline, disappearing into the back of the wagon. Luce quickly followed.
The metal braces on the wagon sank a good foot under the sheer weight, creaking and squeaking in protest. The horses at the front startled slightly, snorting, hindquarters dancing and ears flicking back and forth, their harness jangling, whilst Britt soothed them.
Suddenly the two vampires alighted from the wagon, pushing up the ramp and locking it in places with large and heavy looking padlocks.
Tana wiped her hands on her breeches as Luce began to sprinkle something on the ground, covering their tracks. Even in the murk, Samson could make out the faint orange wisps of smoke.
Tana quickly hauled herself up into the driving seat, reaching for the reins and patting the seat beside her. Britt gave both horses a loving pat and settled the half blankets over their haunches, before gracefully leaping up behind them and snuggling in as close as she could to her 'mate.'
Luce continued to diligently sprinkle the concoction upon the fresh snow.
She paused for a moment, straightening herself and setting her shoulders. She shielded her eyes with her hand, scanning her surroundings. Cocking her head, she peered intensly into the gloom right at the spot were Samson stood hidden.
He held himself still, cursing the Cretian Mystic. Surely he had been spotted.
"Jesus Fucking Christ Fabray! Come on!" Tana impatiently shouted, "I'm freezing my lady balls off here!"
"You don't even have balls!" The small blond yelled back.
"Fine! We're leaving you!"
The crack of reins rang out and the cart creaked and the wheels crunched as it began to lumber across the uneven ground. Luce hesitated, whipping her head to look at the wagon and back to the place were Samson was concealed.
Turning on her heel, she ran, leaping into the air and landing softly on the roof of the wagon. The sound of Luce and Tana bickering could still be heard as they left through the gate and down along the lane.
Samson counted to ten, before he too set off in hot pursuit. Leaping the wall, he changed into wolf form. At least this way he would be able to keep his distance and rely on his nose.
It had been a close call.
And for him, failure was not an option.