Vaympyre
Chapter Nine
by:Lazuli
lazulidreamer@yahoo.com
Leda's eyes were wide with fright as she met Marcus's.
Somehow, there was something different about him. She seemed
to sense an otherworthly energy about him. She suddenly found
herself waist deep in water, water that had seemed to appear out
of nowhere, water that was slowly rising.
"So nice to see you again, beloved. I was wondering when
we would meet again. I now know who tried to have me killed those
years ago. It is a shame that we parted on such bad terms, is it not?"
Leda backed away, the water already starting to evaporate.
What had happpened? She closed her eyes and rememeberd waking
up those years ago, with Marcus gone. She had assumed that he had
left after the storm had abided, and that she would met him at his home
as she always did. She thought.. her mind spun in wide circles. It was
as if she was seeing two seperate images. Marcus and her sleeping
side by side in the barn, awakened by shouts outside of it. Her waking
up alone, feeling betrayed by Marcus. And now this. What had gone
so terribly wrong?
I smiled as I passed by the villagers, bidding them a
good day. The looks of shock on their faces was almost worth not
getting my revenge. I did not need to waste my time on these people.
I had one person in mind. After that, I would concentrate on finding
Leda, and preparing for my fight with Pallas.
It did not take any time at all to meet up with him.
His eyes widened when he saw his daughter standing before
him, with the man who had threatened him beside her. They looked like
avenging angels of light and dark. Serenity looked so foreign to him now.
Her hair was still as long as it ever was, and her eyes as clear, but there
was something dark lingering inside them that made him shiver. He could
tell that she was angry... but he could barely discern it in her gaze. She no
longer looked like his little girl anymore. Instead of the nice dresses that she
wore when she was growing up, she was wearing a man's undershirt and
trousers. She looked utterly comfortable in them, the outfit seeingly tailored
for her alone. A belt looped around her waist, and a knife rested in a sheath.
His eyes were drawn to that and he gulped nervously.
A crowd formed around them, and he hoped that he would have
help from these townspeople, and that his daughter, his flesh and blood
would not be so heartless and cruel to kill him. He had misjudged her!
She would never hurt her darling father.
Looking at the man beside her, he wasn't so sure that he would
be safe. This man had proved how dangerous he could be. He revealed
his true nature to many people. The group of villagers could surely stop
him before he tried anything rash, though, wouldn't they?
Serenity smiled at him though, and he caught the flash of fangs
in the sun, but no one else seemed to notice them. He was suddenly
sweating nervously, all of his certainty of protection gone. Serenity reached
out and touched his face gently, and her eyes held a threat that he could not
turn away.
"We will meet again, we not so many people are around. One day,
I will get my revenge. I will always be watching, and may I help guide your
soul towards the Dark, so that it may embrace you with open arms to a new
path."
With those parting words, she seemed to melt away into the sun,
but the memory of her hand upon his face lingered. It was like the icy hand
of death.
I smiled as I leaned up aganist Endymion. That was almost too
perfect. Promising... I knew that we had hard times ahead, but once we had
the right allies on our side, then we would be able to defeat Pallas. I wondered
when we would actually find Leda though. Was she even alive now? We lived
in such times where she might not even exsist. The manner of her speaking,
the way she was dressed. It spoke of a different era than the one I was used to.
Endymion read my thoughts and pulled me closer, kissing the top of my head.
Why we chose to get tangled up in Pallas, I do not know. Perhaps it was
because of Leda. Perhaps it was because of the simple fact that Pallas existed.
Maybe it was simple survival. Once Pallas knew that we were here, we could very
easily be taken under her control, and killed by her if we so opposed her. I shivered
at that thought, but did not dwell on it long. For to think of evil, and to give it a name,
you gave it power of you. Pallas as an enemy would hold no weight in my mind
until I was ready to give full attention to her.
Pallas smiled as she watched the two old lovers meet once again. It was
better than what she had forseen for the meeting. Her pet, her toy, Marcus, did
not love his bewildered Leda anymore. In fact, it seemed that he wanted her quite
dead.
Leda wanted to leave again, even if it meant using that unholy power
that was granted to her by drinking of blood. She closed her eyes. It had only
brought her grief. Nothing but pain, and now, more torture upon her soul. The one
that she loved was no longer in love with her. He looked quite content to be by
Pallas's side, his eyes glinting at her with a hunger that she knew. The scent of
blood, the look that a predator gets in his eyes when his prey is ready to be
stalked. She backed away, knowing inside that she was doomed, that this was
what he wanted. For him to see her fear. To smell it, and revel in it.
She was finally backed into a corner, and Marcus was upon her, his
fangs glinting in the soft lamplight. His fangs brushed her neck, and she flinched,
remembering the experience all too well when Pallas had drank of her blood. How
she actually enjoyed a part of it. She couldn't help wondering what the experience
would feel like coming from Marcus. Opening her eyes, she stared into Marcus's
changed ones. Ones that stated to her that he no longer cared. He brushed his
lips across her neck, and then, without warning, kissed her fiercely.
Endymion searched for the life energy of Leda, and I looked up at
him anxiously, hoping that he would pick up some sort of sign that she was
alive. Or at least in some status where we could find her. After a half hours
time of intense concentration, he finally turned to me, and I read the
answer clearly in his eyes.
"I am sorry, beloved. She is nowhere to be found. My reach does
not extend into the future, I'm afraid. She may be many years into the future
before she even graces this earth. We will have many years to wait for her.
It will be all right. We are not yet ready to take on Pallas, so do not worry about
finding one of her pets."
My eyes flared with anger. "Is that how you think of me? One of your
pets, something that you made? I am sorry to tell you, Endymion, but I am
not a pet! Do not ever refer to me in that way."
I was about to talk further, when he grabbed me tight, pinning me to
the bed.
"Now listen here. You are never one of my pets. You are my one and
only creation. You are my beloved, the one who's soul matches mine. Pallas
has no such soul, she has closed it off from herself. That is why the ones that
she creates are not special to her. They are only important to her because they
are hers."
I let Endymion kiss me at that point. There was really no more point
in arguring. I lost myself in him once more, although no more power was shared.
It was a simple bonding of the souls, and one act that we repeated many more
times throughout the night.
In one portion of the night, I decided that it was time to put the first
stage of our plan in action. The one that would make my father pay form what
he had done aganist my mother and I. I would never do anything so callous as
make him into one of our kind, but I was thirsty tonight, and I was sure that my
father could spare a little blood. I looked at Endymion, and he seemed to agree
with me that a few of the people in this town could donate a few pints to us.
They who had caused me so much trouble in the past, they would pay.
I fairly flew into the window of the room where my father slept, my
appearnce and nature hiding me in the shadows of the room, undetected. I
saw that my father slept with a cross on, and there was one over the bed,
along with a jar of wood ash. Did he think that these things would stop
someone so bent on revenge as I was?
I leaned up to where the jugular of the neck was bared, when my arm
started to feel as if someone shoved a red hot poker in it. I whirled around to
face my adversary, and I almost fainted in my own surprise when I saw who
was standing there.
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Chapter Nine
by:Lazuli
lazulidreamer@yahoo.com
Leda's eyes were wide with fright as she met Marcus's.
Somehow, there was something different about him. She seemed
to sense an otherworthly energy about him. She suddenly found
herself waist deep in water, water that had seemed to appear out
of nowhere, water that was slowly rising.
"So nice to see you again, beloved. I was wondering when
we would meet again. I now know who tried to have me killed those
years ago. It is a shame that we parted on such bad terms, is it not?"
Leda backed away, the water already starting to evaporate.
What had happpened? She closed her eyes and rememeberd waking
up those years ago, with Marcus gone. She had assumed that he had
left after the storm had abided, and that she would met him at his home
as she always did. She thought.. her mind spun in wide circles. It was
as if she was seeing two seperate images. Marcus and her sleeping
side by side in the barn, awakened by shouts outside of it. Her waking
up alone, feeling betrayed by Marcus. And now this. What had gone
so terribly wrong?
I smiled as I passed by the villagers, bidding them a
good day. The looks of shock on their faces was almost worth not
getting my revenge. I did not need to waste my time on these people.
I had one person in mind. After that, I would concentrate on finding
Leda, and preparing for my fight with Pallas.
It did not take any time at all to meet up with him.
His eyes widened when he saw his daughter standing before
him, with the man who had threatened him beside her. They looked like
avenging angels of light and dark. Serenity looked so foreign to him now.
Her hair was still as long as it ever was, and her eyes as clear, but there
was something dark lingering inside them that made him shiver. He could
tell that she was angry... but he could barely discern it in her gaze. She no
longer looked like his little girl anymore. Instead of the nice dresses that she
wore when she was growing up, she was wearing a man's undershirt and
trousers. She looked utterly comfortable in them, the outfit seeingly tailored
for her alone. A belt looped around her waist, and a knife rested in a sheath.
His eyes were drawn to that and he gulped nervously.
A crowd formed around them, and he hoped that he would have
help from these townspeople, and that his daughter, his flesh and blood
would not be so heartless and cruel to kill him. He had misjudged her!
She would never hurt her darling father.
Looking at the man beside her, he wasn't so sure that he would
be safe. This man had proved how dangerous he could be. He revealed
his true nature to many people. The group of villagers could surely stop
him before he tried anything rash, though, wouldn't they?
Serenity smiled at him though, and he caught the flash of fangs
in the sun, but no one else seemed to notice them. He was suddenly
sweating nervously, all of his certainty of protection gone. Serenity reached
out and touched his face gently, and her eyes held a threat that he could not
turn away.
"We will meet again, we not so many people are around. One day,
I will get my revenge. I will always be watching, and may I help guide your
soul towards the Dark, so that it may embrace you with open arms to a new
path."
With those parting words, she seemed to melt away into the sun,
but the memory of her hand upon his face lingered. It was like the icy hand
of death.
I smiled as I leaned up aganist Endymion. That was almost too
perfect. Promising... I knew that we had hard times ahead, but once we had
the right allies on our side, then we would be able to defeat Pallas. I wondered
when we would actually find Leda though. Was she even alive now? We lived
in such times where she might not even exsist. The manner of her speaking,
the way she was dressed. It spoke of a different era than the one I was used to.
Endymion read my thoughts and pulled me closer, kissing the top of my head.
Why we chose to get tangled up in Pallas, I do not know. Perhaps it was
because of Leda. Perhaps it was because of the simple fact that Pallas existed.
Maybe it was simple survival. Once Pallas knew that we were here, we could very
easily be taken under her control, and killed by her if we so opposed her. I shivered
at that thought, but did not dwell on it long. For to think of evil, and to give it a name,
you gave it power of you. Pallas as an enemy would hold no weight in my mind
until I was ready to give full attention to her.
Pallas smiled as she watched the two old lovers meet once again. It was
better than what she had forseen for the meeting. Her pet, her toy, Marcus, did
not love his bewildered Leda anymore. In fact, it seemed that he wanted her quite
dead.
Leda wanted to leave again, even if it meant using that unholy power
that was granted to her by drinking of blood. She closed her eyes. It had only
brought her grief. Nothing but pain, and now, more torture upon her soul. The one
that she loved was no longer in love with her. He looked quite content to be by
Pallas's side, his eyes glinting at her with a hunger that she knew. The scent of
blood, the look that a predator gets in his eyes when his prey is ready to be
stalked. She backed away, knowing inside that she was doomed, that this was
what he wanted. For him to see her fear. To smell it, and revel in it.
She was finally backed into a corner, and Marcus was upon her, his
fangs glinting in the soft lamplight. His fangs brushed her neck, and she flinched,
remembering the experience all too well when Pallas had drank of her blood. How
she actually enjoyed a part of it. She couldn't help wondering what the experience
would feel like coming from Marcus. Opening her eyes, she stared into Marcus's
changed ones. Ones that stated to her that he no longer cared. He brushed his
lips across her neck, and then, without warning, kissed her fiercely.
Endymion searched for the life energy of Leda, and I looked up at
him anxiously, hoping that he would pick up some sort of sign that she was
alive. Or at least in some status where we could find her. After a half hours
time of intense concentration, he finally turned to me, and I read the
answer clearly in his eyes.
"I am sorry, beloved. She is nowhere to be found. My reach does
not extend into the future, I'm afraid. She may be many years into the future
before she even graces this earth. We will have many years to wait for her.
It will be all right. We are not yet ready to take on Pallas, so do not worry about
finding one of her pets."
My eyes flared with anger. "Is that how you think of me? One of your
pets, something that you made? I am sorry to tell you, Endymion, but I am
not a pet! Do not ever refer to me in that way."
I was about to talk further, when he grabbed me tight, pinning me to
the bed.
"Now listen here. You are never one of my pets. You are my one and
only creation. You are my beloved, the one who's soul matches mine. Pallas
has no such soul, she has closed it off from herself. That is why the ones that
she creates are not special to her. They are only important to her because they
are hers."
I let Endymion kiss me at that point. There was really no more point
in arguring. I lost myself in him once more, although no more power was shared.
It was a simple bonding of the souls, and one act that we repeated many more
times throughout the night.
In one portion of the night, I decided that it was time to put the first
stage of our plan in action. The one that would make my father pay form what
he had done aganist my mother and I. I would never do anything so callous as
make him into one of our kind, but I was thirsty tonight, and I was sure that my
father could spare a little blood. I looked at Endymion, and he seemed to agree
with me that a few of the people in this town could donate a few pints to us.
They who had caused me so much trouble in the past, they would pay.
I fairly flew into the window of the room where my father slept, my
appearnce and nature hiding me in the shadows of the room, undetected. I
saw that my father slept with a cross on, and there was one over the bed,
along with a jar of wood ash. Did he think that these things would stop
someone so bent on revenge as I was?
I leaned up to where the jugular of the neck was bared, when my arm
started to feel as if someone shoved a red hot poker in it. I whirled around to
face my adversary, and I almost fainted in my own surprise when I saw who
was standing there.
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