CHAPTER 7
A/N: Hmmm...ff.net seems to be hiding this fic. Oh well. By the way, I apologize the odd way the last few chapters look...Word keeps formatting my stuff so that ff.net can't read it, making it look as if random periods are placed all over, when actually they should look like this '...'. Strange. Anyway, I was able to turn off the formatting, so that should no longer be a problem. I'll keep writing, and hopefully not all of my fans have left!
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Machel hungrily thrust the black tip of the Redeemer deep into the scaled chest of his adversary, his eyes shining in ecstasy as the Razielhim deflated like pierced balloon. To Thorin's eyes, the blade seemed to...glow. Odd indeed, and more so how crazed his uncle was becoming. But maybe the light in his eyes was not insanity. Maybe his uncle was right. The Razielhim did not truly look like vampires any longer...more like a mockery of their former selves. A dark shriek interrupted his thoughts as Mikael fired another bolt, another creature of the skies falling. With an expert flick of the wrist, Machel brought the blade up, and was suddenly staggering under the weight as the beast found himself impaled upon the blade, writhing and screaming. Black blood splattered over Machel's smooth features, staining his lips...and yet the older vampire was quick to lick the droplets up, almost savoring the taste.
Thorin shook his head. No, there was something wrong here. His thoughts were disrupted once more as he picked up a new scent...one other than their former kin. Head whipping around, he stared in shock.
From what had appeared moments before to be simply a solid rock wall, a vampire was emerging. But it was not Razielhim. The word hovered enticingly on Thorin's tongue, ready to sound the alarm. She--for it was most definitely female--looked strangely familiar...like he had seen her kind before, though this was not possible. His gaze met hers, and her own optics widened, black orbs glittering in the light, shocked by his notice as much as by his appearance.
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Clara emerged from the tight fit of her favorite trail...but immediately noticed something was different. Shrunken, skeletal corpses littered the ground...but they were not human, nor were they of any Vampire clan she had ever seen before. Then she heard the sharp intake of breath, her ears as keen above the surface as below...and met eyes with him.
A chill spread throughout her body, their gazes locking. He looked like one of the Old Vampires...nay, like Raziel himself had been described, before his execution. Bringing a hand that was mostly fin to her soft lips, she hushed the man, creeping back into the hole she had emerged from. Any moment, she expected the young one to alarm his brethren...but he remained blessedly silent.
Silently, retracing her steps, she made her way towards the water once more, fear chilling her bones.
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Fraxis powered his way into the sky, dark wings forcing the air beneath him, willing himself upwards to escape the earth's clutches. It was difficult for him to become airborne, but as he had been told, it was mostly because of his giant frame.
And yet, though the struggle was tiring, he enjoyed taking flight...to get away from the concerns, the lies, and the intrigue...to get away from...that woman.
He was still not sure what he thought of Karine. She was devious, manipulative, and intelligent...possessing charm, a quick tongue, and a sharp eye...and though these were the qualities that kept their race alive, he despised her. But she found some sort of attraction to him...otherwise, he would have been dead long ago. Technically, he could challenge her in mortal combat to wrest the position of tribal leader away from her...and she knew this. She could have him killed...thrown into the waters of the nearby lake, wings and limbs tied to prevent his escape. The tribes, both her original and the ones she had come to conquer, loved her.
How ironic it was that he was her bodyguard...that he could kill her with a flick of his wrist, and yet he was to prevent others from doing so. It was strange--
The thought did not finish. In the sudden instant he was given to react, he performed a mid-air barrel roll to avoid the black arrow that would have permanently ended his worries...unlike the brief respite flying gave to him. With an angry scowl, he focused downwards, wary and waiting for another attack.
"The human Vampire Hunters are supposed to be dead, or driven away..." He spoke out loud to himself, words carried away by the harsh winds. And yet he could see several small specks down there, wearing armor and wielding various weapons...another arrow narrowly missed his pointed ear, bringing his thoughts to the here and now. If he were to stay alive, he must bring the battle to them...
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Mikael cursed loudly as the third bolt missed the gigantic black thing completely. He was starting to wonder if this creature was, indeed, a Razielhim. The others had fallen so easily, and yet this...thing...was putting up quite a fight.
Machel held his ground, a gleam in his eye as he drew the Redeemer up into a defensive position...but his blood lusty grin slowly began to fade as, time and time again, the bolts missed the target completely.
"Fool! Aim for his black heart!" He exclaimed, eyes narrowing. "I'm trying, Uncle...but the bloody thing keeps moving." Came the frustrated reply.
Thorin could only look on in shock. They made it sound as if they were out hunting...ducks, or other such creatures of the air, when in reality it was their kin who fell, to die and be drained like cursed trophies!
"If you cannot bring yourself to shoot any more of these foul things, nephew...I will take the battle to it, instead!" Machel shouted, eyes glazed over in some sort of crazed anger. With an impressive cloud of dust, Machel finally extended his wings and launched himself into the air, just as his opponent started to dive downwards.
The twins could only stare in awe. Their prey had become a competitor, and a fierce one at that...claws met blade, and the three Old Razielhim truly looked astonished as, for once...their victim seemed able to hold his own.
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A/N: Aerial battle coming up between two of the greatest living Razielhim! R&R, and look for Chapter 8!
A/N: Hmmm...ff.net seems to be hiding this fic. Oh well. By the way, I apologize the odd way the last few chapters look...Word keeps formatting my stuff so that ff.net can't read it, making it look as if random periods are placed all over, when actually they should look like this '...'. Strange. Anyway, I was able to turn off the formatting, so that should no longer be a problem. I'll keep writing, and hopefully not all of my fans have left!
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Machel hungrily thrust the black tip of the Redeemer deep into the scaled chest of his adversary, his eyes shining in ecstasy as the Razielhim deflated like pierced balloon. To Thorin's eyes, the blade seemed to...glow. Odd indeed, and more so how crazed his uncle was becoming. But maybe the light in his eyes was not insanity. Maybe his uncle was right. The Razielhim did not truly look like vampires any longer...more like a mockery of their former selves. A dark shriek interrupted his thoughts as Mikael fired another bolt, another creature of the skies falling. With an expert flick of the wrist, Machel brought the blade up, and was suddenly staggering under the weight as the beast found himself impaled upon the blade, writhing and screaming. Black blood splattered over Machel's smooth features, staining his lips...and yet the older vampire was quick to lick the droplets up, almost savoring the taste.
Thorin shook his head. No, there was something wrong here. His thoughts were disrupted once more as he picked up a new scent...one other than their former kin. Head whipping around, he stared in shock.
From what had appeared moments before to be simply a solid rock wall, a vampire was emerging. But it was not Razielhim. The word hovered enticingly on Thorin's tongue, ready to sound the alarm. She--for it was most definitely female--looked strangely familiar...like he had seen her kind before, though this was not possible. His gaze met hers, and her own optics widened, black orbs glittering in the light, shocked by his notice as much as by his appearance.
***
Clara emerged from the tight fit of her favorite trail...but immediately noticed something was different. Shrunken, skeletal corpses littered the ground...but they were not human, nor were they of any Vampire clan she had ever seen before. Then she heard the sharp intake of breath, her ears as keen above the surface as below...and met eyes with him.
A chill spread throughout her body, their gazes locking. He looked like one of the Old Vampires...nay, like Raziel himself had been described, before his execution. Bringing a hand that was mostly fin to her soft lips, she hushed the man, creeping back into the hole she had emerged from. Any moment, she expected the young one to alarm his brethren...but he remained blessedly silent.
Silently, retracing her steps, she made her way towards the water once more, fear chilling her bones.
**
Fraxis powered his way into the sky, dark wings forcing the air beneath him, willing himself upwards to escape the earth's clutches. It was difficult for him to become airborne, but as he had been told, it was mostly because of his giant frame.
And yet, though the struggle was tiring, he enjoyed taking flight...to get away from the concerns, the lies, and the intrigue...to get away from...that woman.
He was still not sure what he thought of Karine. She was devious, manipulative, and intelligent...possessing charm, a quick tongue, and a sharp eye...and though these were the qualities that kept their race alive, he despised her. But she found some sort of attraction to him...otherwise, he would have been dead long ago. Technically, he could challenge her in mortal combat to wrest the position of tribal leader away from her...and she knew this. She could have him killed...thrown into the waters of the nearby lake, wings and limbs tied to prevent his escape. The tribes, both her original and the ones she had come to conquer, loved her.
How ironic it was that he was her bodyguard...that he could kill her with a flick of his wrist, and yet he was to prevent others from doing so. It was strange--
The thought did not finish. In the sudden instant he was given to react, he performed a mid-air barrel roll to avoid the black arrow that would have permanently ended his worries...unlike the brief respite flying gave to him. With an angry scowl, he focused downwards, wary and waiting for another attack.
"The human Vampire Hunters are supposed to be dead, or driven away..." He spoke out loud to himself, words carried away by the harsh winds. And yet he could see several small specks down there, wearing armor and wielding various weapons...another arrow narrowly missed his pointed ear, bringing his thoughts to the here and now. If he were to stay alive, he must bring the battle to them...
**
Mikael cursed loudly as the third bolt missed the gigantic black thing completely. He was starting to wonder if this creature was, indeed, a Razielhim. The others had fallen so easily, and yet this...thing...was putting up quite a fight.
Machel held his ground, a gleam in his eye as he drew the Redeemer up into a defensive position...but his blood lusty grin slowly began to fade as, time and time again, the bolts missed the target completely.
"Fool! Aim for his black heart!" He exclaimed, eyes narrowing. "I'm trying, Uncle...but the bloody thing keeps moving." Came the frustrated reply.
Thorin could only look on in shock. They made it sound as if they were out hunting...ducks, or other such creatures of the air, when in reality it was their kin who fell, to die and be drained like cursed trophies!
"If you cannot bring yourself to shoot any more of these foul things, nephew...I will take the battle to it, instead!" Machel shouted, eyes glazed over in some sort of crazed anger. With an impressive cloud of dust, Machel finally extended his wings and launched himself into the air, just as his opponent started to dive downwards.
The twins could only stare in awe. Their prey had become a competitor, and a fierce one at that...claws met blade, and the three Old Razielhim truly looked astonished as, for once...their victim seemed able to hold his own.
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A/N: Aerial battle coming up between two of the greatest living Razielhim! R&R, and look for Chapter 8!