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Hey guys! Been a long time! 'Sup? Sorry it's been so long since my last update. Haven't been on much because of school. I'll try to keep up on my stories from now on. I promise! ^-^;;
And Dee, I'm using a few characters in this chap okay?
I FIXED IT! Thanks for the heads up and the perspective switching Dee!
Paradox
Chapter 4
I was in the past. I knew that now. I also knew the consequences of my presence here. My every move here would create an outward ripple, altering time and quite possibly, my very existence. Raziel led me to a huge castle to the west of the abyss where he would later be damned. The stronghold itself took my breath away.
Huge parapets lined the walls of the castle. The business of the place seemed to hit her before she could make out the many vampires surging around the grounds, an immovable tide as old as time. The place seemed to have a life of it's own. Fistfights went on in the messhall and the combat arenas. The place seemed to be orderly and chaotic at the same time.
A young man came up, bearing the claws and talons of vampiric maturity and saluted Raziel.
"Sire, the Western tithe villages brought their recruits today. They await your inspection." He said in an official voice. He had ebony colored hair, a well built form and a cruel looking sword at his side. There was a tattooed scar down his right arm, marking him as Raziel's firstborn.
"I'll see to them now. Sorin, kindly take this girl to the outsider. She'll room with him."
"Very well, milord." Sorin said with a bow as Raziel left them. "So, who are you and what tithe are you from?" he demanded. I vaguely remembered that the only femeles who were respected stood up for themselves.
"Drop your superior tone. I'm not from a tithe. My name is Nya, if you're really interested." I snapped. Sorin seemed taken aback at my adacity. "Who is this 'Outsider' everone keeps talking about?"
"His name is Harthos. No one knows where he came from. I suppose the same can be said for you." He said, tone now as if he were speaking to an equal.
"I suppose." I said, voice not giving away anything.
"We can go get your uniform and other things if you wish. You don't seem to have anything with you."
"That'd be nice. All I have are the clothes on my back." Sorin grinned softly at this as we rounded a corner. We reached a counter on which an older looking vampire was sleeping. Sorin banged his clawed hand on the counter, startling the other vampire awake.
"Gurt, I thought you weren't going to sleep on the job anymore! The tithe recruits are here today! Don't let Lord Raziel catch you!" Sorin said to the man.
"Sorry, sir. Won't habben agen..." his head fell to the counter with a long snore. Sorin whistled high, loud and long into his ear, causing him to yelp and clap his hands over his ears.
"I'M AWAKE!" he yelled at Sorin.
"Sure didn't look it. We've got a newb here. She needs everything."
"I thought Lord Raziel just got back! He shouldn't have had time to turn them yet, let alone for them to wake up!" Gurt exclaimed.
"She's an outsider. Wandered right into the sactuary apparantly, because Lord Raziel brought her back from the meeting."
"Wow. Here." Gurt handed over a large bundle. Sorin dumped it into my arms.
"You stay awake now, ya hear!" Sorin yelled over his shoulder as we walked away.
"Will do!"
We rounded another corner. This brought us down a large hall that seemed to have an endless number of doors.
Vampires came out from time to time looking sleepily around through sleep shaded eyes. I gathered that this was the Residencey wing, where everyone lived. A few who were more awake made jeers and catcalls as I passed. I ignored them until one of them had the gall to pinch me in a rather rude area. He found himself staring down a sword as I glared up at him, wishing once again that I were taller than my 5foot 6inch frame. The catcalls promptly stopped as he slowly backed away, my sword following him until his back was against a wall. Sorin made a move to stop me. My second sword sprung into my other fist and was pointed at his gut.
"Back off." I snarled at him. I turned back to the groper. "That was rude." I growled softly. His golden eyes showed more than a little fear.
"I- I'm s-sorry!" he stammered. I returned both swords to their sheaths and took my place at Sorin's side once again. The firstborn nodded approvingly. We approached another hall. At the end of this, Sorin suddenly stopped. He rapped sharply on the door with his claws. After a few moments the door slowly creaked open to reveal a shockingly handsome man whoa ppeared to be about my age, though with vampires, you can never tell. His eyes were a glittering green, surrounded by brown hair with black tips that tickled his earlobes. He was clad only in a pair of leather pants which added to the effect that he had just woken up.
"Whaddyou want Sorin?" he mumbled sleepily in a deep, gravelly voice. Sorin smiled at him.
"Lord Raziel wants her to room with you. She's apparantly another outsider." He said, pushing me forward. For some strange reason my breath caught in my chest and I seemed stiff.
"Hey there, I'm Harthos." He said, extending a hand in my direction. I regained control of my self and took it.
"Nya." I answered, nodding at him.
"Change into your uniform and Harthos'll show you around." Sorin said, turning to leave.
"Thanks Sorin." I waved. He turned and waved back. Harthos stepped aside and let me in.
The room had two beds on opposite sides of the room, one dresser, two bedside table next to the beds, a dressing screem and a wardrobe. Harthos pointed to one of the bed.
"That's yours. You can change behind that if you want, I don't care either way. Those three drawers are yours. The wardrobe is public space as far as I'm concerned." Harthos indicated as he crawled back into bed. I nodded and he turned to the heavily curtained window. I examined the bundle Sorin had gotten me. Inside was a pair of steel toed leather boots, two pairs of leather pants, two matching tops with no sleeves and looked as if it wouldn't cover my stomach. There was also a traditional Razielim clan tabard that all the officers wore. I slipped into a pair of the pants and one of the tops and crawled into bed, exhausted. I vaugely remeber taking off my swordbelt before I fell asleep.
Well, that's it for this chap. Hope you liked it. REVIEW!
~Shadowrayne~
Hey guys! Been a long time! 'Sup? Sorry it's been so long since my last update. Haven't been on much because of school. I'll try to keep up on my stories from now on. I promise! ^-^;;
And Dee, I'm using a few characters in this chap okay?
I FIXED IT! Thanks for the heads up and the perspective switching Dee!
Paradox
Chapter 4
I was in the past. I knew that now. I also knew the consequences of my presence here. My every move here would create an outward ripple, altering time and quite possibly, my very existence. Raziel led me to a huge castle to the west of the abyss where he would later be damned. The stronghold itself took my breath away.
Huge parapets lined the walls of the castle. The business of the place seemed to hit her before she could make out the many vampires surging around the grounds, an immovable tide as old as time. The place seemed to have a life of it's own. Fistfights went on in the messhall and the combat arenas. The place seemed to be orderly and chaotic at the same time.
A young man came up, bearing the claws and talons of vampiric maturity and saluted Raziel.
"Sire, the Western tithe villages brought their recruits today. They await your inspection." He said in an official voice. He had ebony colored hair, a well built form and a cruel looking sword at his side. There was a tattooed scar down his right arm, marking him as Raziel's firstborn.
"I'll see to them now. Sorin, kindly take this girl to the outsider. She'll room with him."
"Very well, milord." Sorin said with a bow as Raziel left them. "So, who are you and what tithe are you from?" he demanded. I vaguely remembered that the only femeles who were respected stood up for themselves.
"Drop your superior tone. I'm not from a tithe. My name is Nya, if you're really interested." I snapped. Sorin seemed taken aback at my adacity. "Who is this 'Outsider' everone keeps talking about?"
"His name is Harthos. No one knows where he came from. I suppose the same can be said for you." He said, tone now as if he were speaking to an equal.
"I suppose." I said, voice not giving away anything.
"We can go get your uniform and other things if you wish. You don't seem to have anything with you."
"That'd be nice. All I have are the clothes on my back." Sorin grinned softly at this as we rounded a corner. We reached a counter on which an older looking vampire was sleeping. Sorin banged his clawed hand on the counter, startling the other vampire awake.
"Gurt, I thought you weren't going to sleep on the job anymore! The tithe recruits are here today! Don't let Lord Raziel catch you!" Sorin said to the man.
"Sorry, sir. Won't habben agen..." his head fell to the counter with a long snore. Sorin whistled high, loud and long into his ear, causing him to yelp and clap his hands over his ears.
"I'M AWAKE!" he yelled at Sorin.
"Sure didn't look it. We've got a newb here. She needs everything."
"I thought Lord Raziel just got back! He shouldn't have had time to turn them yet, let alone for them to wake up!" Gurt exclaimed.
"She's an outsider. Wandered right into the sactuary apparantly, because Lord Raziel brought her back from the meeting."
"Wow. Here." Gurt handed over a large bundle. Sorin dumped it into my arms.
"You stay awake now, ya hear!" Sorin yelled over his shoulder as we walked away.
"Will do!"
We rounded another corner. This brought us down a large hall that seemed to have an endless number of doors.
Vampires came out from time to time looking sleepily around through sleep shaded eyes. I gathered that this was the Residencey wing, where everyone lived. A few who were more awake made jeers and catcalls as I passed. I ignored them until one of them had the gall to pinch me in a rather rude area. He found himself staring down a sword as I glared up at him, wishing once again that I were taller than my 5foot 6inch frame. The catcalls promptly stopped as he slowly backed away, my sword following him until his back was against a wall. Sorin made a move to stop me. My second sword sprung into my other fist and was pointed at his gut.
"Back off." I snarled at him. I turned back to the groper. "That was rude." I growled softly. His golden eyes showed more than a little fear.
"I- I'm s-sorry!" he stammered. I returned both swords to their sheaths and took my place at Sorin's side once again. The firstborn nodded approvingly. We approached another hall. At the end of this, Sorin suddenly stopped. He rapped sharply on the door with his claws. After a few moments the door slowly creaked open to reveal a shockingly handsome man whoa ppeared to be about my age, though with vampires, you can never tell. His eyes were a glittering green, surrounded by brown hair with black tips that tickled his earlobes. He was clad only in a pair of leather pants which added to the effect that he had just woken up.
"Whaddyou want Sorin?" he mumbled sleepily in a deep, gravelly voice. Sorin smiled at him.
"Lord Raziel wants her to room with you. She's apparantly another outsider." He said, pushing me forward. For some strange reason my breath caught in my chest and I seemed stiff.
"Hey there, I'm Harthos." He said, extending a hand in my direction. I regained control of my self and took it.
"Nya." I answered, nodding at him.
"Change into your uniform and Harthos'll show you around." Sorin said, turning to leave.
"Thanks Sorin." I waved. He turned and waved back. Harthos stepped aside and let me in.
The room had two beds on opposite sides of the room, one dresser, two bedside table next to the beds, a dressing screem and a wardrobe. Harthos pointed to one of the bed.
"That's yours. You can change behind that if you want, I don't care either way. Those three drawers are yours. The wardrobe is public space as far as I'm concerned." Harthos indicated as he crawled back into bed. I nodded and he turned to the heavily curtained window. I examined the bundle Sorin had gotten me. Inside was a pair of steel toed leather boots, two pairs of leather pants, two matching tops with no sleeves and looked as if it wouldn't cover my stomach. There was also a traditional Razielim clan tabard that all the officers wore. I slipped into a pair of the pants and one of the tops and crawled into bed, exhausted. I vaugely remeber taking off my swordbelt before I fell asleep.
Well, that's it for this chap. Hope you liked it. REVIEW!
~Shadowrayne~
