Thanks for the ENORMOUS amount of reviews on the last chapter. I got a walloping ZERO FRICKING REVIEWS! *Runs off to cry somewhere* Here's the next damn chapter, IF anyone cares....
WARNING EXTREME GORE AND VIOLENCE
Paradox
Chapter 6
Lambs to the Slaughter
The Razielim clan fell into rank behind their lord as I followed Harthos, having no idea as to where to position myself. As far as I could see, I was the only female besides my own mother in the ranks. None of the other warriors paid me a second's notice, save for Sorin and Raziel, who winked or glared at me. You could feel the tension as the older, more powerful of the clan assembled in the courtyard in front of the Sanctuary of the Clans. There were no fledges, their weakness to the sun making them more a liability than a help.
The Sarafan war cry echoed throughout the hills as the first ranks of the swine let themselves be seen as they charged, swords glittering in the noonday sun. The Lords gave the signal to attack andthe hordes of undead warriors laid into human flesh. I felt my heart pounding in my ears, the only on to do so among the Clans. I ripped my blades from the sheaths and held them both in a dagger-like fashion as I twirled the large blades in my clawed hands. As the first Sarafan warrior made his way to me I tore into his throat with no regard for his sword as I feasted on his flesh. He stared at me blankly as his body fell to the ground. I threw myself into the battle, forgetting everything except the ever-growing heady smell of blood and fear in the air.
I vaugely noticed that the attacks had ceased on ly right side and that Harthos was there, following me through the mud, mixed with blood, not water. I watched as one of my many opponents fell before me as Kain was attacked by no less than 20 Sarafan warriors. He got through about ten of them before the blow fell that shattered his spinal cord , causing him to fall to his knees. By some instinct, I rammed my swords into the corpse of my fallen foe and charged forward. I dropped into a baseball slide, taking out the knees of one of Kain's assailants. I siezed the Soul Reaver and instantly felt a power surge run through my exhausted form. I was caught in an inferno of heat as I heard the slow beating of each human heart on the battle field. I could feel the heat from each body on the field, even the fading corpses. Time seemed to have slowed so that even Raziel's rapid movements were sluggish.
I swung the legendary blade upward and freed the vicera from my nearest opponents body. On the backswing I caught two of the others. The remaining few fell quickly to my newfound might. Once we were safe temporarily, I turned to see Kain staring at me in astonishment. I rolled him onto his stomach so that I could see that his would was almost healed. Flipping him back over, I placed the Reaver back into his comatose claw and stooped to pick up the sword of one of the dead Sarafan.
The battle was quickly over as the Sarafan called a sloppy retreat. The Lords set some of their charges to drag the corpses back to their respective clanlands. I headed over to the body that I had left my faithful swords as I examined this new blade that I had acquired. The hilt was fashioned into a dragon's head. The craftsmanship of this was equivalent to my own, black blade. The two shared the same design, this however seemed to be reinforced ivory. I pulled my steel sword from the body first, sheathing it. But when I touched the hilt of the ebony sword, the twin baldes began humming. I let go in shock, which promptly stopped the humming. I seized the hilt once more and jammed it into it's sheath. I charged back toward the corpse that I had wrested this extraordinarly blade that seemed to be a match to my own and snatched the hilt, I noticed that Kyria was clutching two Sarafan corpses and sobbing hard.
I tenatively walked over to her and saw the faces of both a male and a female warrior. I gently placed a hand on her shoulder and winced as she turned to face me because of the bloody trails down her face. She seemed to be whispering to herself over and over.
"Naomi.....Zepher..... I still owed you that dance Zeph, cmon, wake up guys!" She sobbed, looking once again at the pair.
"Come on, Mom, We need to get back..." I murmured. Her head snapped up at me,
"What did you call me?" she demended.
"Uh, sorry. Bad habit. But we DO need to get back." I bit my tongue. I had almost revealed everything to her. She bared her fangs at me. I felt a hand grasp my own and looked back at Harthos.
"Leave her." he said softly. I bowed my head and followed him.
As we passed the pillars on our way back, I saw Kain there. One look at his face as our eyes met told me that by saving his life, I had made a dire mistake. He wouldn't appreciate oweing me a life. I would pay. I shuddered softly and caught up to Harthos, who looked at me with astonishment as I collapsed from a would I was unaware I had sustained.
I woke a few hours later as Harthos struggled in. I sat up and saw why he had made so much noise. He was carrying two struggling humans.
"Here," he handed one of them to me. I looked at him gratefully and tore into the quivering flesh. Our meal finished, I sat up and found myself bandaged around the stomach.
"Your blood. It's warm. And your heart beats. Why?" Harthos asked. I looked down.
"I have no idea. Thanks for....back there. I take it you did the bandage?" I asked. He responded with a nod.
"Nice tricks, with the swords I mean."
"Thanks. So, what's it like? To have a still heart?"
"I wouldn't know. I'm like you. My mother was raped by a vampire back when there were vampires other than Kain's dynasty. For some reason, I exist." he admitted, locking eyes with me and making the blood surge through my veins. Why did he affect me like this?
I was snapped out of my reverie when a knock on the door snapped both of our heads to it. I got up and opened the door as Sorin stepped in.
"Good to see you're okay. What happend? You didn't take any hits out there. You're untouchable. So where'd the slice come from?" he asked me.
"Dunno. What're you here for?" I asked as I sat back down on the bed.
"I just wanted to check on you. Lady Kyria seemed quite distressed. I wonder why she was so upset at the deaths of those two humans?" Sorin wondered aloud.
"They were her friends from school." Sorin shot a look at me.
"How do you know that?" he demanded. Harthos looked at me. Then he turned to Sorin.
"She needs to feed, she's delerious." he stated.
"I see. Then I'll go." Sorin left.
Harthos looked at me curiously.
"I think I will go feed...." I stalked out of the room, aware of my roomate's eyes boring holes in my back.
I think it was the forest outside of Meridian where I found him. Or rather, he found me.
Kain looked at me and vanished. I shook his presence off and hid my three swords. I put on the shapeless smok I had brought with me, it was ripped with my claws, sliced specifically for this purpose. I put it on over my uniform and ruffled my hair and put on a frightened look. I tore out of the brush screaming like a banshee.
My meal was made.
Welp, that was the chapter. Nice and long. NOW MAYBE YOU'LL REVIEW!
WARNING EXTREME GORE AND VIOLENCE
Paradox
Chapter 6
Lambs to the Slaughter
The Razielim clan fell into rank behind their lord as I followed Harthos, having no idea as to where to position myself. As far as I could see, I was the only female besides my own mother in the ranks. None of the other warriors paid me a second's notice, save for Sorin and Raziel, who winked or glared at me. You could feel the tension as the older, more powerful of the clan assembled in the courtyard in front of the Sanctuary of the Clans. There were no fledges, their weakness to the sun making them more a liability than a help.
The Sarafan war cry echoed throughout the hills as the first ranks of the swine let themselves be seen as they charged, swords glittering in the noonday sun. The Lords gave the signal to attack andthe hordes of undead warriors laid into human flesh. I felt my heart pounding in my ears, the only on to do so among the Clans. I ripped my blades from the sheaths and held them both in a dagger-like fashion as I twirled the large blades in my clawed hands. As the first Sarafan warrior made his way to me I tore into his throat with no regard for his sword as I feasted on his flesh. He stared at me blankly as his body fell to the ground. I threw myself into the battle, forgetting everything except the ever-growing heady smell of blood and fear in the air.
I vaugely noticed that the attacks had ceased on ly right side and that Harthos was there, following me through the mud, mixed with blood, not water. I watched as one of my many opponents fell before me as Kain was attacked by no less than 20 Sarafan warriors. He got through about ten of them before the blow fell that shattered his spinal cord , causing him to fall to his knees. By some instinct, I rammed my swords into the corpse of my fallen foe and charged forward. I dropped into a baseball slide, taking out the knees of one of Kain's assailants. I siezed the Soul Reaver and instantly felt a power surge run through my exhausted form. I was caught in an inferno of heat as I heard the slow beating of each human heart on the battle field. I could feel the heat from each body on the field, even the fading corpses. Time seemed to have slowed so that even Raziel's rapid movements were sluggish.
I swung the legendary blade upward and freed the vicera from my nearest opponents body. On the backswing I caught two of the others. The remaining few fell quickly to my newfound might. Once we were safe temporarily, I turned to see Kain staring at me in astonishment. I rolled him onto his stomach so that I could see that his would was almost healed. Flipping him back over, I placed the Reaver back into his comatose claw and stooped to pick up the sword of one of the dead Sarafan.
The battle was quickly over as the Sarafan called a sloppy retreat. The Lords set some of their charges to drag the corpses back to their respective clanlands. I headed over to the body that I had left my faithful swords as I examined this new blade that I had acquired. The hilt was fashioned into a dragon's head. The craftsmanship of this was equivalent to my own, black blade. The two shared the same design, this however seemed to be reinforced ivory. I pulled my steel sword from the body first, sheathing it. But when I touched the hilt of the ebony sword, the twin baldes began humming. I let go in shock, which promptly stopped the humming. I seized the hilt once more and jammed it into it's sheath. I charged back toward the corpse that I had wrested this extraordinarly blade that seemed to be a match to my own and snatched the hilt, I noticed that Kyria was clutching two Sarafan corpses and sobbing hard.
I tenatively walked over to her and saw the faces of both a male and a female warrior. I gently placed a hand on her shoulder and winced as she turned to face me because of the bloody trails down her face. She seemed to be whispering to herself over and over.
"Naomi.....Zepher..... I still owed you that dance Zeph, cmon, wake up guys!" She sobbed, looking once again at the pair.
"Come on, Mom, We need to get back..." I murmured. Her head snapped up at me,
"What did you call me?" she demended.
"Uh, sorry. Bad habit. But we DO need to get back." I bit my tongue. I had almost revealed everything to her. She bared her fangs at me. I felt a hand grasp my own and looked back at Harthos.
"Leave her." he said softly. I bowed my head and followed him.
As we passed the pillars on our way back, I saw Kain there. One look at his face as our eyes met told me that by saving his life, I had made a dire mistake. He wouldn't appreciate oweing me a life. I would pay. I shuddered softly and caught up to Harthos, who looked at me with astonishment as I collapsed from a would I was unaware I had sustained.
I woke a few hours later as Harthos struggled in. I sat up and saw why he had made so much noise. He was carrying two struggling humans.
"Here," he handed one of them to me. I looked at him gratefully and tore into the quivering flesh. Our meal finished, I sat up and found myself bandaged around the stomach.
"Your blood. It's warm. And your heart beats. Why?" Harthos asked. I looked down.
"I have no idea. Thanks for....back there. I take it you did the bandage?" I asked. He responded with a nod.
"Nice tricks, with the swords I mean."
"Thanks. So, what's it like? To have a still heart?"
"I wouldn't know. I'm like you. My mother was raped by a vampire back when there were vampires other than Kain's dynasty. For some reason, I exist." he admitted, locking eyes with me and making the blood surge through my veins. Why did he affect me like this?
I was snapped out of my reverie when a knock on the door snapped both of our heads to it. I got up and opened the door as Sorin stepped in.
"Good to see you're okay. What happend? You didn't take any hits out there. You're untouchable. So where'd the slice come from?" he asked me.
"Dunno. What're you here for?" I asked as I sat back down on the bed.
"I just wanted to check on you. Lady Kyria seemed quite distressed. I wonder why she was so upset at the deaths of those two humans?" Sorin wondered aloud.
"They were her friends from school." Sorin shot a look at me.
"How do you know that?" he demanded. Harthos looked at me. Then he turned to Sorin.
"She needs to feed, she's delerious." he stated.
"I see. Then I'll go." Sorin left.
Harthos looked at me curiously.
"I think I will go feed...." I stalked out of the room, aware of my roomate's eyes boring holes in my back.
I think it was the forest outside of Meridian where I found him. Or rather, he found me.
Kain looked at me and vanished. I shook his presence off and hid my three swords. I put on the shapeless smok I had brought with me, it was ripped with my claws, sliced specifically for this purpose. I put it on over my uniform and ruffled my hair and put on a frightened look. I tore out of the brush screaming like a banshee.
My meal was made.
Welp, that was the chapter. Nice and long. NOW MAYBE YOU'LL REVIEW!
