1 Chapter 2
It was not the end. There was still more to tell about the many ways she haunted me. There seemed not a day that would go by without her soft voice or her tantalizing tempers.
From when we met I felt that I should know her. Me! Of all people, should not even feel that way. I was, no, I am a Vampiric Lietenant in the service of my Lord. She is but a student and my underling. How can I think this way when I have no choice but to judge her.
She saved me once and saved me yet again.
Today, I had to make a choice. It was either me or my Lord that would send her into the abyss. The only thing she did wrong was save me from certain death. Should she be thrown into the abyss all because she saved me? The question was not that she did something but on how she did it?
When I had been hurtling to my death I saw her. Our bodies merged almost ceremoniously. I heard her thoughts and she heard mine. Our minds intermingled as we realized something special about one another. However reality kicked in and we realized we would die if something was not done.
The experience I felt with her was something that would remain in my un-beating heart.
Seat of Kain's Empire
"Attention everyone!" A loud voice boomed from the center of the room.
"Today, we gather here to judge. I alone must make the final decision. With that in mind cast your votes and judge well. On trial we have a young girl by the name of, Natasha. Her crime is being born with two gifts. With that in mind, be aware that your judgement can be overuled by a higher-born brother. Now on with the judgement."
There in the room sat Lord Kain. His face was stern at me but passive as he awaited the judgement from the clans. I dared not move for fear that it might cost my life. The clans murmurring was loud enough that I caught snippets of talk.
"What . . . no . . .we can't do that . . . but . . .okay . . !"
Then there was silence. What would be my judgement? I had only been here a short while and already I was causing trouble. I thought that by coming here I could change reality. I thought that the future could be changed somehow. How wrong I, was?
November 3 In a rural area of the country of another world
The sky was clear while the sun shone down hot and bright. Birds twittered in the trees. Squirrels chased one another around trees. All the while a young girl sat on a bench under a tree. She read a book while the wind played with her hair. She was alone. That much was sure.
"And so Raziel, Kain's first-born was cast into the abyss . . ." She read out loud.
"What a strange story, I like it. I wonder what would have happened if he hadn't been cast in? What if he had been aloud to keep his wings? Iguess I'll leave that to my imagination, then."
"Do you honestly want to know?" A strange voice whispered into the girls ear.
"I . . .!" She was so shocked that she dared not move in case the person had a knife on him or even a gun.
"Do not be afraid, for I will not hurt you." At those words the girl turned around to be faced with some sorte of druid.
His face was pale and the wrinkles that creased his face painted him as wise. A symbol of a sidways eight seemed tatooed to his forehead making his wrinkles stand out even more. His face was shrouded by a hood colored in a medium brown. Looking him over further she concluded that he carried a long staff.
"Who are you?" The girl asked.
"My name . . . is Moebius.
It was not the end. There was still more to tell about the many ways she haunted me. There seemed not a day that would go by without her soft voice or her tantalizing tempers.
From when we met I felt that I should know her. Me! Of all people, should not even feel that way. I was, no, I am a Vampiric Lietenant in the service of my Lord. She is but a student and my underling. How can I think this way when I have no choice but to judge her.
She saved me once and saved me yet again.
Today, I had to make a choice. It was either me or my Lord that would send her into the abyss. The only thing she did wrong was save me from certain death. Should she be thrown into the abyss all because she saved me? The question was not that she did something but on how she did it?
When I had been hurtling to my death I saw her. Our bodies merged almost ceremoniously. I heard her thoughts and she heard mine. Our minds intermingled as we realized something special about one another. However reality kicked in and we realized we would die if something was not done.
The experience I felt with her was something that would remain in my un-beating heart.
Seat of Kain's Empire
"Attention everyone!" A loud voice boomed from the center of the room.
"Today, we gather here to judge. I alone must make the final decision. With that in mind cast your votes and judge well. On trial we have a young girl by the name of, Natasha. Her crime is being born with two gifts. With that in mind, be aware that your judgement can be overuled by a higher-born brother. Now on with the judgement."
There in the room sat Lord Kain. His face was stern at me but passive as he awaited the judgement from the clans. I dared not move for fear that it might cost my life. The clans murmurring was loud enough that I caught snippets of talk.
"What . . . no . . .we can't do that . . . but . . .okay . . !"
Then there was silence. What would be my judgement? I had only been here a short while and already I was causing trouble. I thought that by coming here I could change reality. I thought that the future could be changed somehow. How wrong I, was?
November 3 In a rural area of the country of another world
The sky was clear while the sun shone down hot and bright. Birds twittered in the trees. Squirrels chased one another around trees. All the while a young girl sat on a bench under a tree. She read a book while the wind played with her hair. She was alone. That much was sure.
"And so Raziel, Kain's first-born was cast into the abyss . . ." She read out loud.
"What a strange story, I like it. I wonder what would have happened if he hadn't been cast in? What if he had been aloud to keep his wings? Iguess I'll leave that to my imagination, then."
"Do you honestly want to know?" A strange voice whispered into the girls ear.
"I . . .!" She was so shocked that she dared not move in case the person had a knife on him or even a gun.
"Do not be afraid, for I will not hurt you." At those words the girl turned around to be faced with some sorte of druid.
His face was pale and the wrinkles that creased his face painted him as wise. A symbol of a sidways eight seemed tatooed to his forehead making his wrinkles stand out even more. His face was shrouded by a hood colored in a medium brown. Looking him over further she concluded that he carried a long staff.
"Who are you?" The girl asked.
"My name . . . is Moebius.