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Viktor was most fortunate Hectors eye did not turn to the mountains, it was fixed on Burwood. The tunnel was ready on the verge of collapse in the midst of the nearby forest Hector and Merrick's armies waited for their command. Viktor sat in full armour for the second time, this time the beings Viktor had to say would fight back not run away. Hudson stood by Viktor's horse once more ready.

"Leave none alive!" Hector yelled at the top of his lungs. It was the last thing heard before the deafening roar as the tunnels collapsed, a loud splitting of earth and rock invaded the air as the hill side gave way. Masses of earth charged, falling down the hill side heading directly toward the Burwood fortress.

The inhabitants on the north side of the fortress screamed and yelled desperately scrambling away as the roaring of the earth grew drawing near, more and more earth joined it picking up speed.

In moments the avalanche collided with the fortress with the loudest of roaring, the walls cracked and crumbled on the northern side. The tallest tower on the tilted as its foundation crumbled beneath it sending it down onto the lower fortress crushing everything in its path building and creature alike.

Hector smiled a sinister smile as the tower toppled the dust and smoke rose from the fortress from the destruction.

"Keep up the attack" Hector rode out of the trees

"Sir the walls have not yet fallen we cannot breach the main fortress yet" the soldiers observation was followed with the thud of his head now diced from his body rolling along the ground.

"Bring forth the catapults!" Hector snarled.

A loud growling and howls along with sniffles and snorts of fully formed Lycans grunted through the trees. Attached to them where numbers of chains that pulled taught as they dragged along the large wood catapults and carts of boulders ready for firing.

Viktor sat on his horse, his nerves on end when his sharp eyes managed to spot the large fortress gate open up and rows of armed Voradors poured out.

"Fire!" Hector screamed as soon as the catapults where loaded. With howling Lycans, yelling Voradors and hissing Vampyre's the field in front of the fortress became alive. The boulders flung though the air, some landing on the marching troops others smashed into the fortress causing even more damage.

Voradors on horses came though the upper gate charging at them, Hector leapt up onto his steed and screamed at the top of his lungs

"Charge, kill them all! I want none alive! This fortress will fall covered in the blood of our foes!"

Instantly the soldiers around Viktor charged toward the cavalry charging at them, Viktor joined in drawing his sword following everyone else. Holding onto his saddle he could do nothing but watch as the Voradors collided with the front line, blades cut though flesh splattering red vivid spays under the moonlight. Horses fell along with their riders Viktor ducked a swinging blade that barely missed his head lifting his blade he swung it only to miss himself. Vampyre's and Lycans began yelling in pain from the blood spilled from the Voradors splashed and sprayed onto their skin. Viktor was beginning to wonder how far his father was willing to go, all the Vampyre's and Lycans along with him would surely die against the Voradors, their blood alone was defeating them. Vorador blood splashed onto the hip of his horse causing it to react with a charge galloping at full speed right though the Voradors. Viktor in sheer fear and trying to hang on Viktor dropped his sword and grabbed the saddle when the horse reared up before the charge, leaving him a free target for the Voradors.

It was not the Voradors of their blood that struck Viktor but two arrows, one hitting him in the side imbedding in his rib the other hitting him mid chest stopping right before his heart throwing him off the horse onto the ground only to be dragged along the rough ground as his foot became caught in the stirrup. Letting his body fall limp as if he was dead he opened his eyes looking to where his father stood up on the ledge, he had hoped for once in his life his father would feel something for the loss of a son, it was a foolish hope and well wasted as there was nothing in his fathers expression only the typical look of disappointment and the mouthed word 'pathetic' thinking his son was dead. At this point in his life Viktor considered him self a waste and as good as dead letting the horse drag him into the forest before the blood finally killed it making it come to a stop. Viktor lay on his back looking up at the faint stars giving in. What was the point of him even being born if his father hated him and despised him all his life? It all seemed so pointless. Feeling his semi warm blood soak the cotton cloth under his armour he closed his eyes when he thought of his mother, she was the only one who had ever loved, cared and wanted him in her life. Opening his eyes he realized him giving up was not fair on her she loved him it would kill her to see him give up dieing at the first fire of arrows. His father would most likely kill her if she mourned for him simply because it was weak. His father was going to stop at nothing, killing everyone, even Ilona and her family. His heart fluttered when the well kept image of Ilona in his mind passed into focus.

Pushed too far tired of his fathers cruel ways Viktor decided he once and for all he never had a father, something in him snapped changing him to become somewhat like his father, his new mission was to end Hectors life before he reached Ilona's home.

The anger and years of abuse dwelled to a massive burst of power coursing though his veins pulling him to sit up and yank both the arrows out. His eyes blazed a vivid azure blue powered with rage he plotted a plan to destroy his father before he destroyed everything else, his father would not see an attack coming from his own 'pathetic' son.

Viktor smiled sinisterly for the first time.

Hector turned to face Merrick who had just arrived solo carrying the sword Hector so desired to be only his.

"It took you a while to arrive your men are finally proving useful against the Voradors" Hector spoke casually yet loud to overcome the roar of battle behind him. Merrick however was white as a sheet his face in pure distress

"You fool! You are destroying everything leaving my home in rubble! While I came out to assemble the army for you unmarked men slaughtered my family and razed my lands to a flaming ruin!"

"I could never have seen that coming that is the out come of war" Hector heartlessly spoke"

Merrick gritted his teeth and clenched his fists

"I'm with drawing my soldiers!" Merrick snarled his yellow eyes blazing bright his form began to grow in size his ears pointed out, his claws draw longer.

He finally got a reaction out of Hector who snapped his head looking back at Merrick

"No! You will not! Leave with those men and we will lose this battle, all will be lost! If we take down the fortress nothing will ever be able to stand against us ever!"

"If I stay in this battle all my kind will become no more!"

"This is nonsense! You lie about your home so you can cowardly retreat!"

"How dare you accuse me of lies" Merrick snarled his face instantly became relaxed as a wave of realization came over him

"… the book" there was a subtle hint of sad defeat in his voice.

"Now what are you on about?" Hector spoke facing away from Merrick who was now sitting on his knees overwhelmed at his loss.

"The species that falls in the book… I thought it was human or Lycans… Vampyre's even… this was not meant to happen! Voradors forged the sword! ...we are not meant to die!"

Hector sniffed holding his head high then cleared his throat in disgust of Merrick on his knees.

"You started the silly prophecy by forging the sword it's your own fault. Speaking of which, since you are not using such a weapon I will put it to good use" Hector grabbed the handle to the sword only to have Merrick grab his hand before Hector could pull it free

"This weapon does not belong to you, and I will withdraw my men"

Hectors brow pushed deep over his eyes with anger

"You have lost everything, do yourself a great favor old friend give me the weapon and I can end this war"

"Never will I let you take this weapon the chaos it would create in your hands would be catastrophic!"

"You stand in my way… then you are against me" Hectors eyes shone vividly in the darkness.

"You dare challenge me? You may have your lordship, armies, and a home to return to yet it comes to battle dear Hector, the Vorador has the upper hand when it comes to brute strength and a poisons system!" Merrick head butted Hector back onto the ground then drew the sword

"Your rein of blood will end here on these grounds"

Drawing his own sword Hector jumped to his feet, in his blind fury and arrogance thinking he was beyond death Hector locked into combat with Merrick. Every solider on the field seeing Merrick and Hector instantly became confused, it was not long until it was every man defend for himself killing anything that threatened him.

Viktor had followed the trees to where the large path of avalanche rubble lead to the fortress sat in his path. Covered half in mud from being dragged from battle he managed to successfully blend into the rocky surface along the hill side. Looking down into the battling field his eyes narrowed

"Yes kill each other… all of you are selfish scum you all disserve to die" he muttered coldly to himself. It did not take him long to realize why everyone on all three sides was killing each other, at the foot of the trees where the first charge emerged was Merrick and Hector locked in combat. He was not surprised, he was glad Merrick finally saw Hector for what he really was, yet angry since he wanted to kill Hector. Stepping closer to get a better look Viktor lost his footing and fell onto his back and slid down the steep slope on the dirt and gravel beneath him. Eventually after picking up a bit of speed he the side of the fortress that lay half in hill side. Giving off a moan he stood up gritting his teeth looking down at his hands where the gravel had taken off his skin, along with his aching backside that struck a few sharp rocks on the way down. Still angry he went on knowing the skin would heal, and was grateful the sharp rocks only hit his backside not his groin.

Fate so it seems was giving him a chance since he stood below a ladder that had fallen from the collapsing tower landing right under an abandoned post that held a large mounted crossbow. Looking at the ladder then at the cross bow then over to Hector it did not take him any thought to know what to do. In moments the ladder was up and he was on top of the post holding the trigger of the large powerful weapon that he rotated on its axis aiming it clearly in Hectors direction.

"For a life of pain" Viktor said in satisfaction not even taking a split second to let any hesitation even think about coming in. The large weapon made a loud metal creek and spring release clang firing the large metal bolt though the air. Viktor smiled as there was no way it would miss its Hector who was unaware of its approach. Viktor's smile instantly fell when a bolder from a catapult intercepted its path clipping the back of the bolt causing it to clearly miss Hector. Unfortunately this also meant it drew the attention of the catapults toward him. Viktor as quick as possible lifted another bolt into the weapon grabbed the crank and began to wind the weapon back ready to fire again. He took the trigger and turned it toward the catapults took aim only to see a bolder already flying strait for his post giving him only seconds to react. Before he could leap clear of the post the bolder collided with the stoned beneath him sending him flying into the very fortress itself.

All was dark. Viktor coughed as dirt and dust got itself caught at the back of his throat. Letting out a small moan of pain once again Viktor could feel his body healing itself from broken bones. Observing his surroundings he could see he had clearly fallen though the now crumbling fortress floor into the tunnels below. Unsure of how long he had been out he could see from the light in the hole above it was dawn and the sun was up, he was fortunate to have rolled out of the sunlight's rays. Getting to his feet he knew he would have to stay in the tunnels until the sheet of night would allow him to leave. Low on blood, sore, weak Viktor slowly hovelled down the tunnel wondering what had happened in the battle above, all he could do now was just stay alive. Even now his chances looked grim since he was in the belly of his enemies.

As he silently tried to find blood or a place to hide he came across a hall that seemed empty, at the centre of the table was a bottle of blood along with a feast of foods. His mouth watering he quickly leapt from the shadows and snatched the bottle of blood that was cold but it was still thirst quenching enough to do the job. After sculling the liquid he sat in the shadow for a moment letting his body absorb the much needed blood and begin to heal itself much faster. A strange sound came from one of the doorways at the end of the small furnished hall. Creeping closer Viktor looked down into the doorway, he could still see so little so he silently crept closer down the steeps looking into the small room it was clearly a dead end but it was the stone circle on the ground that drew his attention. Two well dressed Voradors in cloaks opened up the many crates that held numbers of glass vials of blood all individually labeled.

"Start with the captains" One said to the other opening a box with the words captain written on the side.

Viktor knew this was the last of the legendary resurrection circles that replace the armies even after they died the night before. This was why the fortress was so invincible the army always returned from the dead.

Not this time he thought returning to the hall to take one of the mounted swords from the wall then slowly snuck back down the steps.

With their backs to the entrance ready to pour the reserved blood onto the circle they never saw the blade swing from behind cutting their heads clean off. Viktor was careful not to let any of their blood splash onto the circle or on him self for that matter. He had to get rid of the creates, carefully he carried each one out of the room and into the empty kitchen pouring out the blood down the stone drains, watching his back every minute. Most the remaining fortress inhabitants where up fixing what they could Voradors and Vampyre's of this home would no doubt be sleeping away from the sun. He himself after a good blow to the head had had enough sleep and was well awake sharp enough to dispose of every crate of blood.

Standing at the table of food that had been prepared for the soldiers who where brought back he took another well earned drink when he realized he wasn't alone.

"Where is my army… who are you!" the Vorador captain snapped at Viktor.

"I am a no one" Viktor said putting the cup down. The Vorador drew his sword when Viktor looked up at him. The Vorador looked about the same age as Viktor

"Remain where you are! How did you get here!" the Vorador snapped.

"I fell from the post when a bolder collided with it after I tired to kill Hector. I fell and ended up waking up down here. Now good sir who are you?"

"I am Orlian, son of lord Odthran the ruler of this great fortress… what's left of it. So it was you who fired that bolt"

"Yes"

"Strange… yet so dishonorable"

"What are you implying?"

"Why would a son try to kill his father?"

Viktor froze

"I know who you are Viktor I saw your crest"

"The crest that was a target" Viktor snared since it was right though the crest the arrow struck him.

"Yes it did make it easier for me to hit you. Never have I stuck something with a arrow that has still lived, let alone twice"

"You shot me!" Viktor growled

"I did what was necessary. And yes you tried to kill your father yet you are a traitor, I cannot trust such a Vampyre who would kill in such a manor to roam free in my father's fortress. Bow and I will give you a proper honorable beheading"

"I bow to no one!" Viktor snarled drawing his sword.

My apologies for the time it took to post my health still has not inproved all that well. Hehehe but Im still alive. On an up note the rest of my time as been someone else, lol Im dating another fanfic writer. Hehe 'scandle'.

Anyway every single review keeps me going I appreciate all of them thankyou ever so much,

-Evelyn-

Synch14: I cannot confirm any guesses on which character lost their life or it will ruin it. In my sotry most Vampyres can hybernate, but only if they are over 100 years old.

Elvishphoenix: Thankyou, Yes there will be angry Voradors I dropped a couple of names of Voradors in this one that have been mentioned/in the story before... can you peice it together?

Sailorfusion: The first few chapters is all about Viktor at the moment. And Merrick is a man's name just because she tittled her book that does not mean she created it. Merrick wasfrom a surname which was originally derived from the first name Maurice, a french name derived from the Roman name Mauricius.I picked the name for that reason for its age so it would fit. I like studying Etymology my guessing Ms A. Rice would be the same :). Icant say I have read any of her books im not one for reading Fiction. Yes weirdo I know and I write the stuff. Badly too.

Christian Jonsson: Yes In Stts they fought on the Burwood ruins/feilds. You'll have to wait and see what has happened to Roslyn.

VampyricAngel: Thankyou for all your wonderful reviews, and you are the first to realize Hector was like Selene's father! clever indeed. It will change Selene's vewi of Viktor before the memories are over and she walks free from the crypt.

Starlight Rogue: Ahh another clever mind you remembered about Lilly having the baby. But I cannot say what happens it will just ruin it of course. Thankyou for you reviews. Nice name too :).