Title: Vampiric Magick
Author: Midnight Magi (aka Bex)
Email: Bex_Bridge@hotmail.com
Category: M/L , I'm a pure Dreamer.
Rating: PG 13 to NC-17 (depends on the chapter) Distribution: Ask first, I want to know where it's going.
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Roswell there would be a clause in Jason Behr's contract saying his got to perform carnal acts of sexual pleasure with me.
Summary: I seem to have written most of the summary in 'Authors Note' since that's where I think the info partially belongs in this case. Just so there's some kind of summary here, I tell you this, the following story is gonna be one hell of a Tess basher! And I mean all out war literally. It's based in England, due to the fact I'm fed up of converting to US spellings for words.
Author's Note: This is an AU story. It's basically full of Myth & Magick with a heavy Liz/Max romance tossed in. All the parts about vampires are naturally fabricated from my imagination and 'the Vampire Masquerade' is my main inspiration for some of the laws and social structures of the vampires.
The Magick on the other hand is a different story, if your one of the people that know me or you have read my profile then you know I'm deeply into the Occult. All the rituals that are mentioned or done in this story are factual things, based on real Qabalahlist or Ceremonial Magick rituals.
(If wanted, I'll add a bibliography for each chapter, so you know where it comes from.)
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But first, on earth as vampire sent,
Thy corpse shall from it's tomb to be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race; ~ Lord Byron
I'm Liz Parker and five days ago I had a vision. After that, things got really weird.... that's why I'm standing alone in a barren dark alley at night right now.
The alley is wet from the winter rainfall a few hours ago, giving it the appearance of slime upon the ground and walls in this dim light. Standing at the very end of the passageway shrouded in darkness I continue my vigil of watching the mouth of the alley for any signs of life.
'What the fuck am I doing here? I knew it was crazy to turn up, but did I listen the rational side of my brain? I think not!'
Glancing down any my watch I stare at the glowing little hands for a moment before noting it's five minuets till midnight. Wrapping my black leather trench coat around me tighter I shiver as the cold night breeze drifts down the alley and seems to penetrate my very bone's with icy fingerers.
'That's it, another five minuets and I'm outta here. Curiosity isn't worth freezing my arse off for!' Curiosity has always been my downfall, wanting to know everything that's unknown or yet discovered has gotten me in trouble before, but its never made me act stupidly enough to go wait in a murky alley for two hours in the south London all on my own though.
Memories churn up inside me and my thoughts drift back to five days ago upon the night of my cleansing ritual.
The sent of Sandalwood and Vervain hang strongly in the air, dozens of burning candles litter themselves around the room filling the place with a dim golden light. My skin still gently hums from the hot herb bath I had 20 minutes ago in preparation for this.
Visualizing a bright white light above me in the shape of a sphere I take my dagger in my right hand and point to my forehead and vibrate the Hebrew word "Ah-TAH". The deep clear sounds softly echo around the room as I move the dagger downwards to my feet, visualizing the light coming down along with the blade into the ground beneath me I vibrate the word "Mahl-KOOT".
Bringing the blade to my right shoulder I see the white light running down the center of my body form a beam from my heart area out to my right, feeling the light extent to the end of the universe, and beyond, I say "Vih G'Boo-RAH". Moving the point of the dagger horizontally to my left shoulder I see the light now extending through infinite space to my left. Focusing on the beam of light I say "Vih G'Doo-Lah" and then clasp my hands upon my chest as if praying.
Seeing a brilliant golden glow within my chest I vibrate the words "Lih- Oh- LAHM, Ah-MEN." Continuing on with the banishing ritual I perform the words and actions automatically, not even thinking about it.
Starting to evocate the Archangels to my presence I see a hill form in front of me as if it was a great distance away, a figure dressed in yellow robes which have some purplish highlights stands upon it with a caduceus wand, the figure's robes wave in the wind and I can actually feel the breeze upon my skin. "Before me, Rah-fay-EL" I yell.
I feel another figure appear behind me, knowing him instantly, dressed in blue with some orange highlights, holding a cup and surrounded by waterfalls, I feel the moisture in the air and say "Behind me, Gahb-ray- EL."
Perceiving the arrival of the next Archangel holding a flaming sword and dress in scarlet red robes I get ready to vibrate his name when suddenly a cold chill runs through the room and the presence of the Archangels is gone within a second.
A rush of adrenaline goes through me when I hear scratching noises coming from outside the closed door to this room. The air becomes thick and heavy, looking back over to the alter I reach for my pentacle to expel whatever force has intruded upon me.
My eye's focus upon the alter and I suddenly recoil my hand back in shock at what's before me. A face has formed within the smoke of the incense that is looking at me with hollow eyes.
"Liz." I hear it say in a powerful voice and yet its lips of smoke do not move.
"Your destiny awaits you, five nights hence on the day of Saturn you will go to London and let your senses guide you to the place of rest."
Cutting whatever it is off in mid-sentence I say in an authoritative and almost mocking voice. "Urm, I think not somehow, I have not called you here, you have no right to appear before me and."
"You have no choice in the matter, fate its self has decreed you be there, you can not fight it." The vapor says.
Just as I'm about to speak up again ordering the spirit to leave some of the smoke trickles down to the ground near my feet and within it a form appears, all my protests evaporate when the image clears and the face of the most hansom man I've ever seen materializes.
Strong chiseled out facial features wrapped in honey-tanned skin with short soft dark brown hair emerge from the smoke. I find myself lost within beautiful amber coloured eyes that seem to shimmer gold, but the coldness within them alarms me, a predatory hunger mixed with hate seems to seep from them. But yet, he seems so familiar to me, like a face from a vivid dream I long forgot, the desire to be near him overwhelms me.
"His name is Zan, when he was human he was known as Max." My head snaps up from the vision before me to look at the spectral face, which I had almost forgotten about.
"What do you mean 'when he was human'?" I ask my voice sounding small and quite like a child's.
Continuing on as if I hadn't said anything the voice continues. "You must seek him out, become one with him in every way, unit against your enemies or otherwise all is lost."
"Enemies? I don't have any enemies." I say a smile creeping on my face at the thought of such a thing.
The face starts to dissipate within the smoke just before it's completely gone it whispers "You will soon."
A noise snaps my attention back to the present and for a moment I'm confused about where I am. Looking around the alley it comes back to me as I see the flickering street lamp, my eyes try to focus on what's making the noise up ahead.
There's a small group of people gathered at the entrance to the alleyway there shouting at one another. A woman has her back to the wall for support and is grasping at her chest in pain. There are three others, two guys dressed in black stand either side of her looking at her maliciously and a short girl with curly blond hair, dressed as if she was a prostitute, stands before her.
The blond is yelling at the woman in a shrilled voice that makes me grind my teeth upon hearing the sound even though I can't make out the words, she draws back her hand and slaps the woman across the face, the harsh sound of the hit echo's slightly in the alley. The woman shows no fear of the girl though and continues to stand proud trying to hide the pain she's in.
Knowing I should really try to help the woman I realise something in my instincts won't let me. Instead I slowly creep forward a little to see better and hopefully overhear what it is their saying.
"Sean, how could you betray me! I trusted you! I made you second in our clan only to me and then you dare to plot against me with her!" the woman says nodding towards the blond.
"You know Serena, if I had known how easy it would be to kill you I would of done this centuries ago." The blond says in a cruel voice while letting out a sinister chuckle.
"Tess, you worthless little whore, you know too well that you can't kill me, in a fight I would make you seem like nothing more than a weak fledgling and you know it. The only way you've managed to bring about a victory for yourself is by poising me, and such slyness shows what a twisted little creature you truly are!" Serena shouts as loud as she can.
"Shut Up!" Tess screeches and hits her hard across the face again, this time Serena topples to the ground. "I will have your entire clan soon enough Serena, combined with mine it will make me the most powerful Vampire on the high council!" She says smugly regaining her calm demeanor.
"You're a fool Tess, you should know better than anyone that you have to kill me in a fair fight to takeover my clan, the moment the council finds out you poisoned me they'll never allow you to get your claws into it and will most probably strip you of yours as punishment." Serena says in a weak voice.
"Oh, Serena!" Tess says in mock shock. "I never killed you, I haven't even seen you in weeks, tomorrow when the council is assembled your going to be found missing, no one will know what's happened to you, then your trusted second in command Sean here is going to become your proxy while you're missing, when your not found the council will make him the full leader."
Walking up to the one they called Sean I watch as the blond runs her index fingerer down his chest to his groin, cupping it. "And we all know who Sean takes his orders from." Tess says seductively.
"Bitch" Serena mutters.
Sharply spinning around Tess takes one stride towards her and brings her hand up preparing to slap her once more, in mid-strike a evil gleam comes into her eyes and her fingerers claw round as they impact Serena's white skin. Four red lines slowly dripping with dark blood mar her beautiful features and I wince at the pain she seems to be in.
"Well, if you don't mind Serena, Darling, me and my companions will depart now and leave you to die in the gutter where you belong."
Tess spins around on her heal with a bounce in her step and heads out of the alley. The two guys take a moment to look at one another before deciding to follow her out on to the street.
I sit there crouched in the dark for a few minutes too make sure that those three were really gone. Serena's body starts to go limp and her eyes close while leaning against the wall. Making up my mind, I slowly get up and apprehensively walk towards her slouched form.
Author: Midnight Magi (aka Bex)
Email: Bex_Bridge@hotmail.com
Category: M/L , I'm a pure Dreamer.
Rating: PG 13 to NC-17 (depends on the chapter) Distribution: Ask first, I want to know where it's going.
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Roswell there would be a clause in Jason Behr's contract saying his got to perform carnal acts of sexual pleasure with me.
Summary: I seem to have written most of the summary in 'Authors Note' since that's where I think the info partially belongs in this case. Just so there's some kind of summary here, I tell you this, the following story is gonna be one hell of a Tess basher! And I mean all out war literally. It's based in England, due to the fact I'm fed up of converting to US spellings for words.
Author's Note: This is an AU story. It's basically full of Myth & Magick with a heavy Liz/Max romance tossed in. All the parts about vampires are naturally fabricated from my imagination and 'the Vampire Masquerade' is my main inspiration for some of the laws and social structures of the vampires.
The Magick on the other hand is a different story, if your one of the people that know me or you have read my profile then you know I'm deeply into the Occult. All the rituals that are mentioned or done in this story are factual things, based on real Qabalahlist or Ceremonial Magick rituals.
(If wanted, I'll add a bibliography for each chapter, so you know where it comes from.)
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But first, on earth as vampire sent,
Thy corpse shall from it's tomb to be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race; ~ Lord Byron
I'm Liz Parker and five days ago I had a vision. After that, things got really weird.... that's why I'm standing alone in a barren dark alley at night right now.
The alley is wet from the winter rainfall a few hours ago, giving it the appearance of slime upon the ground and walls in this dim light. Standing at the very end of the passageway shrouded in darkness I continue my vigil of watching the mouth of the alley for any signs of life.
'What the fuck am I doing here? I knew it was crazy to turn up, but did I listen the rational side of my brain? I think not!'
Glancing down any my watch I stare at the glowing little hands for a moment before noting it's five minuets till midnight. Wrapping my black leather trench coat around me tighter I shiver as the cold night breeze drifts down the alley and seems to penetrate my very bone's with icy fingerers.
'That's it, another five minuets and I'm outta here. Curiosity isn't worth freezing my arse off for!' Curiosity has always been my downfall, wanting to know everything that's unknown or yet discovered has gotten me in trouble before, but its never made me act stupidly enough to go wait in a murky alley for two hours in the south London all on my own though.
Memories churn up inside me and my thoughts drift back to five days ago upon the night of my cleansing ritual.
The sent of Sandalwood and Vervain hang strongly in the air, dozens of burning candles litter themselves around the room filling the place with a dim golden light. My skin still gently hums from the hot herb bath I had 20 minutes ago in preparation for this.
Visualizing a bright white light above me in the shape of a sphere I take my dagger in my right hand and point to my forehead and vibrate the Hebrew word "Ah-TAH". The deep clear sounds softly echo around the room as I move the dagger downwards to my feet, visualizing the light coming down along with the blade into the ground beneath me I vibrate the word "Mahl-KOOT".
Bringing the blade to my right shoulder I see the white light running down the center of my body form a beam from my heart area out to my right, feeling the light extent to the end of the universe, and beyond, I say "Vih G'Boo-RAH". Moving the point of the dagger horizontally to my left shoulder I see the light now extending through infinite space to my left. Focusing on the beam of light I say "Vih G'Doo-Lah" and then clasp my hands upon my chest as if praying.
Seeing a brilliant golden glow within my chest I vibrate the words "Lih- Oh- LAHM, Ah-MEN." Continuing on with the banishing ritual I perform the words and actions automatically, not even thinking about it.
Starting to evocate the Archangels to my presence I see a hill form in front of me as if it was a great distance away, a figure dressed in yellow robes which have some purplish highlights stands upon it with a caduceus wand, the figure's robes wave in the wind and I can actually feel the breeze upon my skin. "Before me, Rah-fay-EL" I yell.
I feel another figure appear behind me, knowing him instantly, dressed in blue with some orange highlights, holding a cup and surrounded by waterfalls, I feel the moisture in the air and say "Behind me, Gahb-ray- EL."
Perceiving the arrival of the next Archangel holding a flaming sword and dress in scarlet red robes I get ready to vibrate his name when suddenly a cold chill runs through the room and the presence of the Archangels is gone within a second.
A rush of adrenaline goes through me when I hear scratching noises coming from outside the closed door to this room. The air becomes thick and heavy, looking back over to the alter I reach for my pentacle to expel whatever force has intruded upon me.
My eye's focus upon the alter and I suddenly recoil my hand back in shock at what's before me. A face has formed within the smoke of the incense that is looking at me with hollow eyes.
"Liz." I hear it say in a powerful voice and yet its lips of smoke do not move.
"Your destiny awaits you, five nights hence on the day of Saturn you will go to London and let your senses guide you to the place of rest."
Cutting whatever it is off in mid-sentence I say in an authoritative and almost mocking voice. "Urm, I think not somehow, I have not called you here, you have no right to appear before me and."
"You have no choice in the matter, fate its self has decreed you be there, you can not fight it." The vapor says.
Just as I'm about to speak up again ordering the spirit to leave some of the smoke trickles down to the ground near my feet and within it a form appears, all my protests evaporate when the image clears and the face of the most hansom man I've ever seen materializes.
Strong chiseled out facial features wrapped in honey-tanned skin with short soft dark brown hair emerge from the smoke. I find myself lost within beautiful amber coloured eyes that seem to shimmer gold, but the coldness within them alarms me, a predatory hunger mixed with hate seems to seep from them. But yet, he seems so familiar to me, like a face from a vivid dream I long forgot, the desire to be near him overwhelms me.
"His name is Zan, when he was human he was known as Max." My head snaps up from the vision before me to look at the spectral face, which I had almost forgotten about.
"What do you mean 'when he was human'?" I ask my voice sounding small and quite like a child's.
Continuing on as if I hadn't said anything the voice continues. "You must seek him out, become one with him in every way, unit against your enemies or otherwise all is lost."
"Enemies? I don't have any enemies." I say a smile creeping on my face at the thought of such a thing.
The face starts to dissipate within the smoke just before it's completely gone it whispers "You will soon."
A noise snaps my attention back to the present and for a moment I'm confused about where I am. Looking around the alley it comes back to me as I see the flickering street lamp, my eyes try to focus on what's making the noise up ahead.
There's a small group of people gathered at the entrance to the alleyway there shouting at one another. A woman has her back to the wall for support and is grasping at her chest in pain. There are three others, two guys dressed in black stand either side of her looking at her maliciously and a short girl with curly blond hair, dressed as if she was a prostitute, stands before her.
The blond is yelling at the woman in a shrilled voice that makes me grind my teeth upon hearing the sound even though I can't make out the words, she draws back her hand and slaps the woman across the face, the harsh sound of the hit echo's slightly in the alley. The woman shows no fear of the girl though and continues to stand proud trying to hide the pain she's in.
Knowing I should really try to help the woman I realise something in my instincts won't let me. Instead I slowly creep forward a little to see better and hopefully overhear what it is their saying.
"Sean, how could you betray me! I trusted you! I made you second in our clan only to me and then you dare to plot against me with her!" the woman says nodding towards the blond.
"You know Serena, if I had known how easy it would be to kill you I would of done this centuries ago." The blond says in a cruel voice while letting out a sinister chuckle.
"Tess, you worthless little whore, you know too well that you can't kill me, in a fight I would make you seem like nothing more than a weak fledgling and you know it. The only way you've managed to bring about a victory for yourself is by poising me, and such slyness shows what a twisted little creature you truly are!" Serena shouts as loud as she can.
"Shut Up!" Tess screeches and hits her hard across the face again, this time Serena topples to the ground. "I will have your entire clan soon enough Serena, combined with mine it will make me the most powerful Vampire on the high council!" She says smugly regaining her calm demeanor.
"You're a fool Tess, you should know better than anyone that you have to kill me in a fair fight to takeover my clan, the moment the council finds out you poisoned me they'll never allow you to get your claws into it and will most probably strip you of yours as punishment." Serena says in a weak voice.
"Oh, Serena!" Tess says in mock shock. "I never killed you, I haven't even seen you in weeks, tomorrow when the council is assembled your going to be found missing, no one will know what's happened to you, then your trusted second in command Sean here is going to become your proxy while you're missing, when your not found the council will make him the full leader."
Walking up to the one they called Sean I watch as the blond runs her index fingerer down his chest to his groin, cupping it. "And we all know who Sean takes his orders from." Tess says seductively.
"Bitch" Serena mutters.
Sharply spinning around Tess takes one stride towards her and brings her hand up preparing to slap her once more, in mid-strike a evil gleam comes into her eyes and her fingerers claw round as they impact Serena's white skin. Four red lines slowly dripping with dark blood mar her beautiful features and I wince at the pain she seems to be in.
"Well, if you don't mind Serena, Darling, me and my companions will depart now and leave you to die in the gutter where you belong."
Tess spins around on her heal with a bounce in her step and heads out of the alley. The two guys take a moment to look at one another before deciding to follow her out on to the street.
I sit there crouched in the dark for a few minutes too make sure that those three were really gone. Serena's body starts to go limp and her eyes close while leaning against the wall. Making up my mind, I slowly get up and apprehensively walk towards her slouched form.