Intro: Since the age of the eight century, vampires reigned over the land,
and no power could bring down our reign. The only person who could, would
be my lover, and as fas as I'm concerned, he's in my control.
The vampires all lived under rule of the decendents of the three children of Infil and Bella: the farhtest back anyone can trace amoung the line. There are seven houses, one on each continent and two in Asia, residing for Antartica. Although, there is a house in Antartica, but a house the union vampires consider a tresinous place. For in that house, breeds were mixed; and horrible monsters were unleased upon the world which the vampiers ruled.
Drea, the youngest vampire of the Holy Line, was on her way to a training session. Every month, newly-turned and lost-roaming-untrained vampiers needed to be trained to ensure their survival.
She lived in the main house, in New York: a prime place for hunting and practice. Yet, not all her kind were the blood sucking brutes of legend. Although, some were, and those were well known amoung the houses; but as long as they weren't exposed to human kind, the bloodsucker were only looked down upon.
Drea arrived at the alley where the trainees were waiting. One vampire was barley together, stunk of rum, and was practically wearing rags; he was roaming vampire. One that had once rejected what he was, but to the far extreem of neglecting his health and powers.
Drea addressed him: "You. What's you name?"
"Leonard."
"Leonard? Are you the one once turned by Demitres?"
"Yes."
"Look at you. Why are you worthy when you smell of filth?"
He didn't answer. Drea moved to the next one: a boy of about 19, very nervous, but very eager to learn.
"Your name?" she asked.
"Mike," he answered. "I'm honored to have my sire be the last of the line," he bowed reverently.
"Get up. There is no point of bowing to me. I barely hold a place in power, and as being your sire, I am not. You do need intruction and that is all I will give you...if you don't grovel."
Mike got up and smiled. He still has his innoscence, Drea thought.
She walked down the line and found a pair of eyes hiding in shadow.
"Um, master?" said Mike. "That's Emma. She was bitten by a runaway, and she was... she was..."
"She was raped," Drea finished solemnly.
She walked closer and saw a girl, barely eleven years old.
"Emma, come on out, we'll get you some help."
Emma came out slowly, her long hair draping over her pale skin. Her eyes were green and her nails short and bitten off. She had a bite mark on her neck, but no blood on her breath. She was beautiful, but not a vampire.
Drea picked Emma up and carried her to the car.
"What monster could do this to a child?" Drea wispered.
"He had a scar on his left ear," a tiny voice said.
"Ruchian."
Drea shouted for Mike and Leonard to get in the car. She sped back to the house, Emma sitting wrapped up in a blanket with Mike.
"Take her inside," Drea spoke angrily when they arrived at the house: a massive, plantation style house. A long driveway lined with gaurds and dogs surrounded the house. A black pillar fence surrounded the perimeter.
Drea entered the house through double doors, striding past many of her fellow house mates who were lounging and drinking; blood. Stock blood. The blood suckers were either mingling or out hunting.
She found Ruchian: a tall, shadowed but lavishly dressed, some what attractive vampire.
"Ruchian, this has gone far enough. A child! With a vampire in her womb!"
"And what evidence you have of that?" he snapped.
"Emma-"
"The girl?"
"Is carrying your child!"
"hmm..."
Drea wanted to attack him. Luckily, Jebter, the main hellhunter, walked in and pulled her away from Ruchian.
"Cool it. You know he's in favor of the council," said Jebter.
"But why is that? He's not even of holy blood!"
The vampires all lived under rule of the decendents of the three children of Infil and Bella: the farhtest back anyone can trace amoung the line. There are seven houses, one on each continent and two in Asia, residing for Antartica. Although, there is a house in Antartica, but a house the union vampires consider a tresinous place. For in that house, breeds were mixed; and horrible monsters were unleased upon the world which the vampiers ruled.
Drea, the youngest vampire of the Holy Line, was on her way to a training session. Every month, newly-turned and lost-roaming-untrained vampiers needed to be trained to ensure their survival.
She lived in the main house, in New York: a prime place for hunting and practice. Yet, not all her kind were the blood sucking brutes of legend. Although, some were, and those were well known amoung the houses; but as long as they weren't exposed to human kind, the bloodsucker were only looked down upon.
Drea arrived at the alley where the trainees were waiting. One vampire was barley together, stunk of rum, and was practically wearing rags; he was roaming vampire. One that had once rejected what he was, but to the far extreem of neglecting his health and powers.
Drea addressed him: "You. What's you name?"
"Leonard."
"Leonard? Are you the one once turned by Demitres?"
"Yes."
"Look at you. Why are you worthy when you smell of filth?"
He didn't answer. Drea moved to the next one: a boy of about 19, very nervous, but very eager to learn.
"Your name?" she asked.
"Mike," he answered. "I'm honored to have my sire be the last of the line," he bowed reverently.
"Get up. There is no point of bowing to me. I barely hold a place in power, and as being your sire, I am not. You do need intruction and that is all I will give you...if you don't grovel."
Mike got up and smiled. He still has his innoscence, Drea thought.
She walked down the line and found a pair of eyes hiding in shadow.
"Um, master?" said Mike. "That's Emma. She was bitten by a runaway, and she was... she was..."
"She was raped," Drea finished solemnly.
She walked closer and saw a girl, barely eleven years old.
"Emma, come on out, we'll get you some help."
Emma came out slowly, her long hair draping over her pale skin. Her eyes were green and her nails short and bitten off. She had a bite mark on her neck, but no blood on her breath. She was beautiful, but not a vampire.
Drea picked Emma up and carried her to the car.
"What monster could do this to a child?" Drea wispered.
"He had a scar on his left ear," a tiny voice said.
"Ruchian."
Drea shouted for Mike and Leonard to get in the car. She sped back to the house, Emma sitting wrapped up in a blanket with Mike.
"Take her inside," Drea spoke angrily when they arrived at the house: a massive, plantation style house. A long driveway lined with gaurds and dogs surrounded the house. A black pillar fence surrounded the perimeter.
Drea entered the house through double doors, striding past many of her fellow house mates who were lounging and drinking; blood. Stock blood. The blood suckers were either mingling or out hunting.
She found Ruchian: a tall, shadowed but lavishly dressed, some what attractive vampire.
"Ruchian, this has gone far enough. A child! With a vampire in her womb!"
"And what evidence you have of that?" he snapped.
"Emma-"
"The girl?"
"Is carrying your child!"
"hmm..."
Drea wanted to attack him. Luckily, Jebter, the main hellhunter, walked in and pulled her away from Ruchian.
"Cool it. You know he's in favor of the council," said Jebter.
"But why is that? He's not even of holy blood!"