Phyonix Nights
By: Lynn Osburn
(Disclamer: Okay, Aperire means-open or to open in Latin. Ubi advesperascit, consulere lupus means-When it gets dark, consult the wolf. Frigidus nox, relinquere nos means-Cold night leave us. Lucet vanire nos means- Light come to us. God's bless first year Latin courses!!)
Quote the Raven, "Nevermore."
~D's Past, Date Unknown~
Ulrich gave a grim smile as he lifted the woman's chin, staring deep into her dark brown eyes. "My dear sweet child. You have no need to fear me. Your death will serve a far greater purpose than you know."
The woman grimaced and spat into his face. "I don't care about your purposes you damn leech! Gets your filthy hands off me!"
Ulrich's smile was nearly benevolent. "Oh my little orchid. Relax, don't fear, I am experienced at these things. You will feel only minimum pain." Ulrich uncoiled the whip at his side, caressing the ladies naked back. He stood behind her, lifted his arm, and flicked his wrist casually.
What he spoke was true. The woman felt only a snap and jerk as the hard leather hit her flesh. It happened again, and again. What hurt most was not the pain. She could feel her blood, trickling down her back, over her hips, down her legs, and off her toes. She could hear it drip, drip, drip into the golden bowl under her.
Ulrich pulled back his whip for a moment, calmly licking it clean, his red eyes showed no blood lust. "That should be enough." He smeared his finger in the blood and pressed it to the poor woman's lips. "Now be good, and bleed for me." He whispered and walked out the cell door.
Down the hall was a long line of the same cells, just like the one he had left. The air was warm and humid, which helped blood flow. From the other barred doors came screams of torture and agony, creating a symphony of pain, music to any vampires ears.
Any vampires, except Ulrich's.
~I long for mortality.~ Ulrich sighed to himself as he walked up the staircase and into his lavish palace. ~I did not ask to be born a vampire, nor do many of us who are one. And yet we accept it. We drown ourselves in blood needlessly, never questioning our quest for the red drink, never searching for a cure. How pathetic.~
Ah but he was close, very close to solving that little problem. He nearly had enough now. The villages surrounding his lands were bare of all. Not even the animal's had been spared slaughter.
Blood.
It didn't matter what kind, or who it came from. Even the vampires of his court had ran, afraid that he would drain them next in his mad quest.
~It will all pay off soon though. With the cauldron nearly full and the full moon coming into position tonight, I will finally achieve what it has taken me two hundred years to complete. The Rebirth of the Vampire!~
A dark shadow appeared from the door way, his eyes glowing red from under his robes. "My Lord Ulrich, we have succeeded! The cauldron is full!"
Ulrich smiled and turned to his follower. "Excellent. Prepare the final sacrifice." He ordered and walked over to a magnificent statue. He looked into the marble face, the blank eyes watching emotionlessly, hands clasped together in prayer. "Aperire." The moment he spoke, the hands opened up, revealing a small pearl handled knife. Ulrich took the knife from it's spot and turned it over in his hands, admiring the inscribed steel.
" Ubi advesperascit, consulere lupus." Once again, Ulrich's words invoked action. The statue moved to the side, leaving open a door way just large enough for him to walk through. He moved through the tunnel swiftly, his face full of joy as he entered the ritual chamber.
Lined along the walls were hundreds of human born vampires, their ashen faces and red eyes peering out from under the moth eaten robes. Ulrich walked out onto the architecture and looking down, his face was bathed in the warm red glow of massive cauldron full of blood.
Ulrich raised the knife high, and called out. "Brethren! Those born with tooth and claw, and those given the curse of eternal thirst! I call thee to this sacred place tonight, to compleat the ceremony of Kulris!" The crowd cheered enthusiastically. "Upon the completion, we will walk in the light of day!"
The crowd roared with joy.
"We will touch our bare flesh to the crosses of God, and feel no pain!"
The mob screamed their elation.
We will exit the coffins of our death and sleep in the warm beds of life!"
The devotees went mad, howling and snarling their pleasure, throwing off their hoods and jumping about.
"And last of all!" Ulrich raised the blade high, baring it for all to see. "We shall no longer spend our days and nights starving for the rich red juice of life in human veins! We will no longer desire blood!"
The entire group went mad with delight! They tore their hair and gouged their flesh with their claws, cheering Ulrich on.
"And now, to compleat the ceremony, we have a final sacrifice to the great Lord Kulris!" Ulrich waved his hand, bringing forward a beautiful young man. He struggled, his eyes filled with fear and pleading. Ulrich placed his hand on the mans neck and forced him to his knees, leaning her neck over the cauldron.
"Please.....please no! Don't do this!" He yelled.
Ulrich ignored the man and slide the knife to the mans throat. He raised his voice to the sky, and chanted "Frigidus nox, relinquere nos! Lucet vanire nos! Frigidus nox, relinquere nos! Lucet vanire nos!"
The crowd around him continued the chant. "Frigidus nox, relinquere nos! Lucet vanire nos!"
Ulrich brought the knife down with all his might.
With a sudden flash of steel, the knife was halted by a magnificent sword.
"You!" Ulrich snarled.
D brought his sword to the left, throwing the knife across the floor. " You say this as if you know me, but we have never seen each others face until now." D looked up into Ulrich's eyes. "Have we met?"
Ulrich smiled, his fear lessening. "Well well, your father never told you about me, did he? I was at your birth young D." Ulrich flexed his hand, sending the young hunter across the room.
D's hat went flying, revealing short cropped auburn hair, and a face yet to be schooled in centuries of emotional control. His blue eyes held a spark in them that, even years from then, would not die. He leaped up off the floor, flicking his wrist in the same movement and sending his own attack against Ulrich.
Ulrich froze as part of the temple pillar was ripped from it's place and thrown at him. He raised a hand and the pillar snapped, slamming into the wall and dropping debris into the cauldron. The blood spilled over the edge, washing the floor in red liquid. "Foolish child. Your father has taught you little in the ways of power."
Ulrich grinned and flexed his mind, pushing it against the young dunpeal. D winced in pain, his flesh burning from the heat of Ulrich's mind. The insane vampire lashed out at him, slashing through the young D's armor and leaving bloody wounds. "Now dunpeal, let me show you how a true vampire gives a demonstration of power."
"No, Ulrich." Came a voice that filled the room with an amazing aura of might and majesty. The hundreds of human born vampires burst into red flame, smoldering to dust then and there. The voice spoke again. "Now.... I will show you what happens when you displease me!"
Ulrich suddenly collapsed in anguish. His red eyes bulging so far they bled from the tear ducts. His face shrunk in, suddenly attacked by the ravages of mortal age. "No! No my lord! Please.." Ulrich's cries were halted as he collapsed on the floor, his fine robes turning moth eaten and caked with dust. His white skin hung on his bones like old curtains on a window.
D watched as Ulrich shrieked and cried for mercy. For one moment, he regretted bringing his father into this, but only for an instant. The sight of blood, human and animal, spilling over the top of the cauldron, was enough to convince him his father's assistance had been necessary.
D felt a strong hand touch his shoulder briefly. "It is done?" he spoke shortly, as he always did. He did not need to turn to see his father nod, the Vampire King's presence was enough that D could feel his answer. "Good by then."
"Wait." D heard the voice say, a note of sorrow just barley audible. "D...return home, your mother misses you."
D did not respond. After a few moment, he felt a heavy sigh, and the presence disappeared. D turned his head, the moonlight catching a glistening drop of clear liquid. The drop fell across the dunpeals cheek, slid off his chin, and fell onto the cold marble floor, evaporating into the winds.
By: Lynn Osburn
(Disclamer: Okay, Aperire means-open or to open in Latin. Ubi advesperascit, consulere lupus means-When it gets dark, consult the wolf. Frigidus nox, relinquere nos means-Cold night leave us. Lucet vanire nos means- Light come to us. God's bless first year Latin courses!!)
Quote the Raven, "Nevermore."
~D's Past, Date Unknown~
Ulrich gave a grim smile as he lifted the woman's chin, staring deep into her dark brown eyes. "My dear sweet child. You have no need to fear me. Your death will serve a far greater purpose than you know."
The woman grimaced and spat into his face. "I don't care about your purposes you damn leech! Gets your filthy hands off me!"
Ulrich's smile was nearly benevolent. "Oh my little orchid. Relax, don't fear, I am experienced at these things. You will feel only minimum pain." Ulrich uncoiled the whip at his side, caressing the ladies naked back. He stood behind her, lifted his arm, and flicked his wrist casually.
What he spoke was true. The woman felt only a snap and jerk as the hard leather hit her flesh. It happened again, and again. What hurt most was not the pain. She could feel her blood, trickling down her back, over her hips, down her legs, and off her toes. She could hear it drip, drip, drip into the golden bowl under her.
Ulrich pulled back his whip for a moment, calmly licking it clean, his red eyes showed no blood lust. "That should be enough." He smeared his finger in the blood and pressed it to the poor woman's lips. "Now be good, and bleed for me." He whispered and walked out the cell door.
Down the hall was a long line of the same cells, just like the one he had left. The air was warm and humid, which helped blood flow. From the other barred doors came screams of torture and agony, creating a symphony of pain, music to any vampires ears.
Any vampires, except Ulrich's.
~I long for mortality.~ Ulrich sighed to himself as he walked up the staircase and into his lavish palace. ~I did not ask to be born a vampire, nor do many of us who are one. And yet we accept it. We drown ourselves in blood needlessly, never questioning our quest for the red drink, never searching for a cure. How pathetic.~
Ah but he was close, very close to solving that little problem. He nearly had enough now. The villages surrounding his lands were bare of all. Not even the animal's had been spared slaughter.
Blood.
It didn't matter what kind, or who it came from. Even the vampires of his court had ran, afraid that he would drain them next in his mad quest.
~It will all pay off soon though. With the cauldron nearly full and the full moon coming into position tonight, I will finally achieve what it has taken me two hundred years to complete. The Rebirth of the Vampire!~
A dark shadow appeared from the door way, his eyes glowing red from under his robes. "My Lord Ulrich, we have succeeded! The cauldron is full!"
Ulrich smiled and turned to his follower. "Excellent. Prepare the final sacrifice." He ordered and walked over to a magnificent statue. He looked into the marble face, the blank eyes watching emotionlessly, hands clasped together in prayer. "Aperire." The moment he spoke, the hands opened up, revealing a small pearl handled knife. Ulrich took the knife from it's spot and turned it over in his hands, admiring the inscribed steel.
" Ubi advesperascit, consulere lupus." Once again, Ulrich's words invoked action. The statue moved to the side, leaving open a door way just large enough for him to walk through. He moved through the tunnel swiftly, his face full of joy as he entered the ritual chamber.
Lined along the walls were hundreds of human born vampires, their ashen faces and red eyes peering out from under the moth eaten robes. Ulrich walked out onto the architecture and looking down, his face was bathed in the warm red glow of massive cauldron full of blood.
Ulrich raised the knife high, and called out. "Brethren! Those born with tooth and claw, and those given the curse of eternal thirst! I call thee to this sacred place tonight, to compleat the ceremony of Kulris!" The crowd cheered enthusiastically. "Upon the completion, we will walk in the light of day!"
The crowd roared with joy.
"We will touch our bare flesh to the crosses of God, and feel no pain!"
The mob screamed their elation.
We will exit the coffins of our death and sleep in the warm beds of life!"
The devotees went mad, howling and snarling their pleasure, throwing off their hoods and jumping about.
"And last of all!" Ulrich raised the blade high, baring it for all to see. "We shall no longer spend our days and nights starving for the rich red juice of life in human veins! We will no longer desire blood!"
The entire group went mad with delight! They tore their hair and gouged their flesh with their claws, cheering Ulrich on.
"And now, to compleat the ceremony, we have a final sacrifice to the great Lord Kulris!" Ulrich waved his hand, bringing forward a beautiful young man. He struggled, his eyes filled with fear and pleading. Ulrich placed his hand on the mans neck and forced him to his knees, leaning her neck over the cauldron.
"Please.....please no! Don't do this!" He yelled.
Ulrich ignored the man and slide the knife to the mans throat. He raised his voice to the sky, and chanted "Frigidus nox, relinquere nos! Lucet vanire nos! Frigidus nox, relinquere nos! Lucet vanire nos!"
The crowd around him continued the chant. "Frigidus nox, relinquere nos! Lucet vanire nos!"
Ulrich brought the knife down with all his might.
With a sudden flash of steel, the knife was halted by a magnificent sword.
"You!" Ulrich snarled.
D brought his sword to the left, throwing the knife across the floor. " You say this as if you know me, but we have never seen each others face until now." D looked up into Ulrich's eyes. "Have we met?"
Ulrich smiled, his fear lessening. "Well well, your father never told you about me, did he? I was at your birth young D." Ulrich flexed his hand, sending the young hunter across the room.
D's hat went flying, revealing short cropped auburn hair, and a face yet to be schooled in centuries of emotional control. His blue eyes held a spark in them that, even years from then, would not die. He leaped up off the floor, flicking his wrist in the same movement and sending his own attack against Ulrich.
Ulrich froze as part of the temple pillar was ripped from it's place and thrown at him. He raised a hand and the pillar snapped, slamming into the wall and dropping debris into the cauldron. The blood spilled over the edge, washing the floor in red liquid. "Foolish child. Your father has taught you little in the ways of power."
Ulrich grinned and flexed his mind, pushing it against the young dunpeal. D winced in pain, his flesh burning from the heat of Ulrich's mind. The insane vampire lashed out at him, slashing through the young D's armor and leaving bloody wounds. "Now dunpeal, let me show you how a true vampire gives a demonstration of power."
"No, Ulrich." Came a voice that filled the room with an amazing aura of might and majesty. The hundreds of human born vampires burst into red flame, smoldering to dust then and there. The voice spoke again. "Now.... I will show you what happens when you displease me!"
Ulrich suddenly collapsed in anguish. His red eyes bulging so far they bled from the tear ducts. His face shrunk in, suddenly attacked by the ravages of mortal age. "No! No my lord! Please.." Ulrich's cries were halted as he collapsed on the floor, his fine robes turning moth eaten and caked with dust. His white skin hung on his bones like old curtains on a window.
D watched as Ulrich shrieked and cried for mercy. For one moment, he regretted bringing his father into this, but only for an instant. The sight of blood, human and animal, spilling over the top of the cauldron, was enough to convince him his father's assistance had been necessary.
D felt a strong hand touch his shoulder briefly. "It is done?" he spoke shortly, as he always did. He did not need to turn to see his father nod, the Vampire King's presence was enough that D could feel his answer. "Good by then."
"Wait." D heard the voice say, a note of sorrow just barley audible. "D...return home, your mother misses you."
D did not respond. After a few moment, he felt a heavy sigh, and the presence disappeared. D turned his head, the moonlight catching a glistening drop of clear liquid. The drop fell across the dunpeals cheek, slid off his chin, and fell onto the cold marble floor, evaporating into the winds.