Chapter 2
Syrus woke late the next afternoon, still adjusting to Mr. Brinsk's sleep schedule, so he went outside the cave to watch the sun go down. For the past day... or should I say night, there was one question that was branded into his mind, the on he was afraid to ask; why him. Why out of the thousands of 15 year old Irish boys to choose from, he was not particularly genius, and not particularly strong, then again he supposed the vampiric blood would change that. There were just so many 'why's' running through his mind he wanted to escape.
Just as the sun was setting, Syrus sat looking off into the pink horizon, sitting in the dirt, knee's at his chest wrapped in his arms, Mr. Brinsk walked out of the cave, Syrus noticed but gave no signs.
"Pondering deep thoughts young Connell?" he queried.
"Actually, there was something I'd like for you to clear up..." he trailed off.
"I know, I'm surprised you've waited this long to ask me." He paused for a moment.
"You can tell when people lie to you, you can read their eyes almost like a book, yes?" he asked.
"I suppose...continue" Syrus said, eagerly pushing on.
"I've too much, I'll allow the council to explain it." And just like that he ended the conversation.
"But... but..." and that was it.
An hour later, they were off to Vampire Mountain Syrus still pleading for more but Brinsk ignored it. So finally Syrus dropped the issue and then started asking about the mountain. "You are full of questions my young friend all of which will be answered with the moments you enter the Hall of Princes." Mr. Brinsk had spoken often of this hall and the princes and their role, the princes were Paris Skyle, the oldest living vampire, Arrow, Mika Ver Leth, Darren Shan, and Vancha March, though the last two were on some sort of war mission.
We had just entered a wooded area when Mr. Brinsk stopped right in his path. As Syrus asked why they had stopped Brinsk put his pointer finger to his lips and in that instant he raised two concealed daggers directly behind his head to block a short sword from some purple animal, Syrus backed away slowly to admire his obviously expert trainer make mince meat out of his less trained opponent. It was quite amusing to hear his trainer' triumphant laughs and shouts, and then, he blacked out. When he awoke, he found him self in a room very like the cave he had left hours before, except this room was smaller and darker, and there were many bones lying on the ground. As his vision sharpened he made out two figures in the corner whispering when he tried to get up and see what was happening, but then discovered he was bound to a large boulder, it was then he realized it was not going to be a pleasant day for him.
One of the people in the corner glanced his way and noticed his squirming, this amused him. As he made his way towards Syrus, Syrus could make out his face, he was a vampaneze!
"Hello young Syrus, I've been dying to meet you" with this he exposed his blood stained teeth. Syrus felt a chill spike his spine with these words and how the purple bodied man used emphasis on the word 'dying'. Hoping to intimidate his captives he raised his shoulders to look bigger and spoke the words in a voice much deeper than his own "What in the hell do you bastards want with me?!" this did not spark the result he had hoped for; instead, it brought on a loud cruel giggling fit. "Your not much fun are you; well, if you insist I'll get to the point. Where are Darren Shan and Vancha March?"
"Who are Darren Sha... oh right the princes, I don't know ok, now let me go you skittled face fairy!" now this pushed it. At first, it seemed the vampaneze didn't care but he was wrong, he was bloody pissed off. All of a sudden, there was a cold, harsh hand across Syrus face drawing blood. "DO NOT LIE TO ME VAMPIRE!" All of a sudden he returned to his seemingly calm self "Let's see if we can loosen those lips of yours eh?" with these words he drew a dagger with blood red blade with a black handle, there was no more witty interchange from the vampaneze as he steadily walked towards Syrus showing reluctance nor anxiety. To be continued...
Syrus woke late the next afternoon, still adjusting to Mr. Brinsk's sleep schedule, so he went outside the cave to watch the sun go down. For the past day... or should I say night, there was one question that was branded into his mind, the on he was afraid to ask; why him. Why out of the thousands of 15 year old Irish boys to choose from, he was not particularly genius, and not particularly strong, then again he supposed the vampiric blood would change that. There were just so many 'why's' running through his mind he wanted to escape.
Just as the sun was setting, Syrus sat looking off into the pink horizon, sitting in the dirt, knee's at his chest wrapped in his arms, Mr. Brinsk walked out of the cave, Syrus noticed but gave no signs.
"Pondering deep thoughts young Connell?" he queried.
"Actually, there was something I'd like for you to clear up..." he trailed off.
"I know, I'm surprised you've waited this long to ask me." He paused for a moment.
"You can tell when people lie to you, you can read their eyes almost like a book, yes?" he asked.
"I suppose...continue" Syrus said, eagerly pushing on.
"I've too much, I'll allow the council to explain it." And just like that he ended the conversation.
"But... but..." and that was it.
An hour later, they were off to Vampire Mountain Syrus still pleading for more but Brinsk ignored it. So finally Syrus dropped the issue and then started asking about the mountain. "You are full of questions my young friend all of which will be answered with the moments you enter the Hall of Princes." Mr. Brinsk had spoken often of this hall and the princes and their role, the princes were Paris Skyle, the oldest living vampire, Arrow, Mika Ver Leth, Darren Shan, and Vancha March, though the last two were on some sort of war mission.
We had just entered a wooded area when Mr. Brinsk stopped right in his path. As Syrus asked why they had stopped Brinsk put his pointer finger to his lips and in that instant he raised two concealed daggers directly behind his head to block a short sword from some purple animal, Syrus backed away slowly to admire his obviously expert trainer make mince meat out of his less trained opponent. It was quite amusing to hear his trainer' triumphant laughs and shouts, and then, he blacked out. When he awoke, he found him self in a room very like the cave he had left hours before, except this room was smaller and darker, and there were many bones lying on the ground. As his vision sharpened he made out two figures in the corner whispering when he tried to get up and see what was happening, but then discovered he was bound to a large boulder, it was then he realized it was not going to be a pleasant day for him.
One of the people in the corner glanced his way and noticed his squirming, this amused him. As he made his way towards Syrus, Syrus could make out his face, he was a vampaneze!
"Hello young Syrus, I've been dying to meet you" with this he exposed his blood stained teeth. Syrus felt a chill spike his spine with these words and how the purple bodied man used emphasis on the word 'dying'. Hoping to intimidate his captives he raised his shoulders to look bigger and spoke the words in a voice much deeper than his own "What in the hell do you bastards want with me?!" this did not spark the result he had hoped for; instead, it brought on a loud cruel giggling fit. "Your not much fun are you; well, if you insist I'll get to the point. Where are Darren Shan and Vancha March?"
"Who are Darren Sha... oh right the princes, I don't know ok, now let me go you skittled face fairy!" now this pushed it. At first, it seemed the vampaneze didn't care but he was wrong, he was bloody pissed off. All of a sudden, there was a cold, harsh hand across Syrus face drawing blood. "DO NOT LIE TO ME VAMPIRE!" All of a sudden he returned to his seemingly calm self "Let's see if we can loosen those lips of yours eh?" with these words he drew a dagger with blood red blade with a black handle, there was no more witty interchange from the vampaneze as he steadily walked towards Syrus showing reluctance nor anxiety. To be continued...