Ok people, this is the second chapter. Should I have given you all 1 and 2 to begin with? Sorry. Oh well, too late now. I didn't expect anyone to review! I don't know if it's any good but since some one said it had potential, I shall continue!
She was in no position to order the anything of any one. However, no one was inclined to deny her. She was a powerful woman and all unlucky enough to be forgotten with her knew this. She was undeniably a queen. Her past was shrouded in mystery and now she was ready to destroy it completely. There was more anger then ever escaping from her exquisite cell then ever, and in additional there was something new...A sadistic sort of satisfaction and pleasure. All feared her and now she was power, she was all in the prison...
As Kain stepped into the ally way Umah had disappeared down, he saw that the area was quite abandon. So much for feeding. As he was about to protest, a voice penetrated the silence of the night. "Kain, do not be afraid, I am using the a whisper. A natural ability of all vampire. Do not worry, I can not read your thoughts, just speak into your mind and hear you in return." So, the noise was all in his head. Natural ability? Certainly he had never used it before. But then, all the vampires he had ever needed (or at least wanted) to contact were always waiting on hand and foot... "follow me, Kain if you want your meal..."
As it was, Kain was hungry and was in no mood to question Umah's exhaustive tactics. The city was a labyrinth and Kain wasn't partial to getting lost, so going to find his own prey was out of the question. Little did he like to say it but he needed Uhma for the time being, so he did as he was instructed.
Uhma was waiting for Kain around the corner for him. And she let him know she had other ideas for him before she brought him to feed...
"Train me! What do you take me for, a dog?"
"Your body has lay dormant for two hundred years, what skills you had acquired are all but deteriorated. The only abilities you seem to have kept ar your 'mist form' and 'rage'. However, you'll need to relearn the basics before you may have forgotten. Now follow me..." And Kain did so, the hunger was greater then the indignity for the time being. So Kain put his energy aside for the remedial task ahead instead or arguing, besides, it wasn't going to long for Umah to find he needed no training in how to kill...
Her devoted servant prepared her for departure, it would be soon now. He was in a state of slight panic, there was so much he had put off until last minute that he shouldn't have. Her feet still adorned ornate shoes unfit for the journey she had planed. Her crown hadn't seen daylight since the day she was damned to her cell, and yet somehow managed to tarnish horribly. Her face was dirty with all the years dust that had settled from centuries of being immobile. She wore the face of a statue to fit, she had been like this for the better portion of two hundred years. His masters reasoning was a mystery to him, but he was not here to question her, he was here to serve her. He was just inspecting his performance (every thing was to be perfect if he wanted his reward) when she spoke to him for the first (and last) time for two hundred years.
"My servant, you have done well. As I promised, your reward..." She unsheathed a dagger an advanced upon him. He wept with joy, his master truly was merciful...
AN: So, how was that? Did I ruin it? Is it ok? I don't know, my sister still says it's a bad idea...but then she only writes comedies...
