Lost....
Chapter 2
You are temping fate, Lazria.
She ignored the voice, concerned about the two vampric guards that stood at the end of the hall. They both were looking at her with a combination of shock and confusion. As she drew up to them, the taller one on the right bows, pulling away from the door. His shorter companion also bows, but holds his place before the door.
"My lady, I..." He never got to finish. She steps forward, glowering over him. Backing away a step he lowers his gaze and moves aside
"Forgive me, pass on." Her nod is barely perceptible as she drifts pass, eyeing the other guard. Halfway down the hall she hears their voices echoing softly to her.
"Are you a fool? Or perhaps you want to be killed a second time."
"Neither. I just wanted to know why a Razielum was here."
"Don't ask questions of them, you'll live longer."
She never slows her steps as she listens to them. A Razielum? She thinks as she fondles the medallion around her neck.
Luck smiles down on you, Lazria.
She blinks, startled by the intrusion. She halts within an intersection, scanning the area. No other vampires were within sight or hearing, but that was of little concern to her at the moment.
Luck has very little to do with this. She bit back.
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She had followed the path those two vampires had taken, entering the same building. It became clear as soon as she closed the doors, she wouldn't be able to track them. The stench of death filled the halls, the different scents blending together to form one unmistakable ordor that permeated the air. The hallways were craved of plain gray stone, nondescript and unmarked.
For hours she traveled the twisting hallways, trying to locate anything that would lead her to her prey. By the time the sun began it's slow ascent within the eastern sky, she had giving up her attempt to locate them. But not all was lost, she had taking steps to at least allow her to track the other corrupted ones.
Before she had sealed that first one away, she had tasted his vile black blood. The small drop had burned her tongue and numbed her mouth, but it was necessary. Normally she wouldn't have touched any blood that didn't flow red, but she could learn much from that single drop. Although she couldn't pull any memories from it, the body that it had pumped within had already been dead twice, but it would allow her to track any others like him. And so she used that gained ablitily, turning her steps toward the sensations that pulled at her.
Down through darkened corridors, across large empty halls, she walked on, feeling her way toward her prey. She quickly found out that the symbol she wore had some power behind it, when she encountered her first vampires face to face. Rounding one corner she stopped, the hall before ended with a door set into the wall, guarded by two male vampires. They both stood and the larger one stepped forward. About an arm's reach seprated them before he stopped and studied her. She neither moved nor spoke, concentrating on a spell to set his flesh ablaze, if the need arose. He snorted and bowed down to her, confusing her. Who did he think I am?
"Please pass on my sister." She looked to the other man, who was holding the door open for her. Was this a trap? Did they know who I am? Gathering her self, she stepped forward, ready to let lose her spell if either of them so much as moved toward her. As she passed the frame, she turned slightly to watch them, but neither of them tried anything. The larger one smiled, flashing his fangs at her, then the door closed. What just happened?
You forgot the medallion.
She looked down to her cuirass, the medallion she took from that other vampire hung within plain sight on her chest. The symbol must represent a powerful clan to elicit such response. She responded.
They called you sister, and sister you are. Does it truly matter what the symbol means? Do you forget everything so fast, or only that which you choose to disbelieve?
Quite, I don't need or want your prattling. Now is not the time for reminsening of such matters. She peered around, hoping to recognize something to prove her wanderings were valid.
Do you still think you're human?
"Quite!" Her voice echoed hauntly down the empty corador.