Part 3: Disgust
Author's Note: Check the first page for disclaimers.
Lady K2, A Vampyre's Kiss, I didn't know her age ^_^;; but thanks for telling me.
Written while listening to Du Hast by Ramstein
I wiped my eyes and spun around to face Kraven. He was smiling wickedly.
"Feeling better?" He said, I didn't like the tone of his voice.
"I'm fine, please leave." I said sternly.
"Oh, can't have you crying now can I?" He put a hand on my cheek and wiped away my crimson tears.
"What the-" I said, I didn't expect to cry tears of blood.
"Vampires, they cry bloody tears. You shouldn't be so sad, my dear. Why don't we go down stairs, it's almost dusk." He put his hand on my other cheek.
"No, I'll be fine here, please leave."
"Why were you crying?" He asked, trying to sound playful.
"I uh....I was hungry." I said, trying to sound convincing.
"Alright, whatever. I shall be downstairs. Oh, and please don't hesitate to call upon me if you are hungry my lady. I can satisfy your most ravenous thirsts." He smiled and closed my door.
I sat there in bed for a few hours. After awhile I just became bored and went down stairs.
Once again all the vampires were gathered gossiping. I took a glass of blood from one of the maids and sat down. I was waiting for Viktor, I wasn't familiar with this large mansion yet so I decided against going to look for him. I was listening in on the other's conversations, which turned out to be quite meaningless and stupid in my opinion. Talk about the Lycan advances, Kraven having to choose his next consort, the silly revolution going on in American Colonies, or what jewels look best against black silk.
"So...ready to begin training?" Kahn was in front of me. I took his hand and we proceeded to the "training room" as he called it. I saw others sparring against each other.
"Suit up, Selene." Kahn said to me as he threw over a set of leather clothing and pointed towards a room in the back. I changed in there, the clothing was tight and somewhat uncomfortable, maybe because it showed every curve and contour of my body.
"So, here." Kahn handed me two small pistols. I weighed them in my hand.
"How do I use them?" I asked, having never fired a gun in my entire life. There was no reason for me to back then.
"Here, let me show you." He picked one up and loaded in a bullet and fired at a wall in the back that had lycans painted on it. "Now you try." I loaded the bullet in and pulled the trigger. Hitting the target...in the groin. I felt myself blushing.
"Good place to hit a lycan, just aim for the head next time."
"But you shouldn't aim, it's against the rules of war and..."
"Selene, understand this now." His tone was grim. "If you want to avenge your family, if you want to help us end this war there are 5 rules to know."
"Okay, what are they." Khan gestured towards and piece of paper framed in the back. It read...
"1. In times of war the death dealers are our soldiers, they are to fight valiantly with no rules nor restrictions on killing when needed and/or necessary.
2. We are not to engage in the affairs of mortals, this includes (but is not limited to) having affairs with mortals, engaging in fights in public places, and opening gunfire around mortals.
3. Unions are not to take place between a lycan and a Vampire, this would create abomination for the Coven and the trespassers shall be tried by the council and sentenced to DEATH.
4. The chain is never to be broken, only an elder may awaken another sleeping vampire. 1 awake, 2 asleep.
5. The leader of the household is to decide on decisions for death dealers and the rest of the Coven if an elder is not present.
"The rules?" I asked.
"The simplified version, the real ones go on for about oh, 900 pages. The council and Lord Kraven keep revising them to their liking." Kahn said, picking up a rife and shooting.
I continued to practice for the rest of the day until my hands were so tight I could not get them out of firing position.
"Looks like you have that down for today. Let's move on to hand to hand combat." I followed him to what appeared to be a sparring mat or just a thick, yet not bouncy, cot made to practice on.
"Okay, try to hit me."
"WHAT?!?" I asked, shocked because I have never actually hit another person in my entire life.
"Just try to hit me, okay?" I lifted my hand and tried to smack him across the face, I missed.
"Don't go easy on me Selene." He lifted two blocks that seemed to be tied onto his forearms. They were very odd looking.
"Where did you find those?"
"Imported from Asia. Kick and PUNCH them as hard as you can." He put emphasis on the punch part. I lifted my left leg, trying not to think about how un-lady like this was, and kicked him. It was hard enough to send him a few steps back.
"That's more like it", he laughed and we continued. Until what seemed like forever we stopped, I was sweating all over.
"Let's get to bed, aren't you tired?" He was nodding off.
"Not really, I'll stay up for awhile."
"Okay. Night." He said, going up to sleep.
"Night", I said and went out into the parlor. I took a glass and went to my room. I felt so happy. I could do something about what has happened. Prevent it from happening again. I took a nightgown out of the drawer and took a shower and went to sleep. I drifted off to sleep quite easily, more so then last night. And, for once, my dreams were peaceful.
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Author's Note: Check the first page for disclaimers.
Lady K2, A Vampyre's Kiss, I didn't know her age ^_^;; but thanks for telling me.
Written while listening to Du Hast by Ramstein
I wiped my eyes and spun around to face Kraven. He was smiling wickedly.
"Feeling better?" He said, I didn't like the tone of his voice.
"I'm fine, please leave." I said sternly.
"Oh, can't have you crying now can I?" He put a hand on my cheek and wiped away my crimson tears.
"What the-" I said, I didn't expect to cry tears of blood.
"Vampires, they cry bloody tears. You shouldn't be so sad, my dear. Why don't we go down stairs, it's almost dusk." He put his hand on my other cheek.
"No, I'll be fine here, please leave."
"Why were you crying?" He asked, trying to sound playful.
"I uh....I was hungry." I said, trying to sound convincing.
"Alright, whatever. I shall be downstairs. Oh, and please don't hesitate to call upon me if you are hungry my lady. I can satisfy your most ravenous thirsts." He smiled and closed my door.
I sat there in bed for a few hours. After awhile I just became bored and went down stairs.
Once again all the vampires were gathered gossiping. I took a glass of blood from one of the maids and sat down. I was waiting for Viktor, I wasn't familiar with this large mansion yet so I decided against going to look for him. I was listening in on the other's conversations, which turned out to be quite meaningless and stupid in my opinion. Talk about the Lycan advances, Kraven having to choose his next consort, the silly revolution going on in American Colonies, or what jewels look best against black silk.
"So...ready to begin training?" Kahn was in front of me. I took his hand and we proceeded to the "training room" as he called it. I saw others sparring against each other.
"Suit up, Selene." Kahn said to me as he threw over a set of leather clothing and pointed towards a room in the back. I changed in there, the clothing was tight and somewhat uncomfortable, maybe because it showed every curve and contour of my body.
"So, here." Kahn handed me two small pistols. I weighed them in my hand.
"How do I use them?" I asked, having never fired a gun in my entire life. There was no reason for me to back then.
"Here, let me show you." He picked one up and loaded in a bullet and fired at a wall in the back that had lycans painted on it. "Now you try." I loaded the bullet in and pulled the trigger. Hitting the target...in the groin. I felt myself blushing.
"Good place to hit a lycan, just aim for the head next time."
"But you shouldn't aim, it's against the rules of war and..."
"Selene, understand this now." His tone was grim. "If you want to avenge your family, if you want to help us end this war there are 5 rules to know."
"Okay, what are they." Khan gestured towards and piece of paper framed in the back. It read...
"1. In times of war the death dealers are our soldiers, they are to fight valiantly with no rules nor restrictions on killing when needed and/or necessary.
2. We are not to engage in the affairs of mortals, this includes (but is not limited to) having affairs with mortals, engaging in fights in public places, and opening gunfire around mortals.
3. Unions are not to take place between a lycan and a Vampire, this would create abomination for the Coven and the trespassers shall be tried by the council and sentenced to DEATH.
4. The chain is never to be broken, only an elder may awaken another sleeping vampire. 1 awake, 2 asleep.
5. The leader of the household is to decide on decisions for death dealers and the rest of the Coven if an elder is not present.
"The rules?" I asked.
"The simplified version, the real ones go on for about oh, 900 pages. The council and Lord Kraven keep revising them to their liking." Kahn said, picking up a rife and shooting.
I continued to practice for the rest of the day until my hands were so tight I could not get them out of firing position.
"Looks like you have that down for today. Let's move on to hand to hand combat." I followed him to what appeared to be a sparring mat or just a thick, yet not bouncy, cot made to practice on.
"Okay, try to hit me."
"WHAT?!?" I asked, shocked because I have never actually hit another person in my entire life.
"Just try to hit me, okay?" I lifted my hand and tried to smack him across the face, I missed.
"Don't go easy on me Selene." He lifted two blocks that seemed to be tied onto his forearms. They were very odd looking.
"Where did you find those?"
"Imported from Asia. Kick and PUNCH them as hard as you can." He put emphasis on the punch part. I lifted my left leg, trying not to think about how un-lady like this was, and kicked him. It was hard enough to send him a few steps back.
"That's more like it", he laughed and we continued. Until what seemed like forever we stopped, I was sweating all over.
"Let's get to bed, aren't you tired?" He was nodding off.
"Not really, I'll stay up for awhile."
"Okay. Night." He said, going up to sleep.
"Night", I said and went out into the parlor. I took a glass and went to my room. I felt so happy. I could do something about what has happened. Prevent it from happening again. I took a nightgown out of the drawer and took a shower and went to sleep. I drifted off to sleep quite easily, more so then last night. And, for once, my dreams were peaceful.
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