This chapter is about the barbarian invasions in Rome. I'm almost certain they did not happen at all as I wrote, but I spiced them up. This chapter is kind of rushed (like most of my stuff, honestly) but I hope you like it.
The fur wearing men, axes in dirty hands, were invading the city, they're tongues alight with foreign language, their pale skin covered by heaps of animal pelts. Everything around the former Greek slave was a blur of hysteria and chaos. People ran, women screamed and people were cleaved by rusty blades as the city became a beacon of destruction in the path of these barbarians. The former Greek slave and Mahsa had been out for an evening walk as well as a quick bite to eat. They were enjoying themselves in the moonless night until the streets became overrun with bloodlust and barbarians.
Oh GODS! She realized there was no short, Persian girl, with dirty face and brilliant smile by her side. Amongst the confusion, Mahsa had gone missing. Where is she? WHERE THE FUCK is she? She wondered, unaccustomed to not having a smaller, more tanned hand in hers.
It had been a couple hundred years since she had sired the young girl and she had grown such an inexplicable fondness for the young girl that her absence was throbbing wound that would bled her uncontrollably.
Calling her until she was in the throws of hysteria, the pulse of destruction beating all around, she managed to catch a glimpse of the child standing bewildered on the dirty street, screaming masses of people passing. Thin red blood dripped down from her lips to her neck, staining her white robes with rich crimson. Dried blood had found its way on her hands and beneath her fingernails. The Persian girl caught sight of her sire, eyes filling with some relief. The bloodied Mahsa ran towards the former Greek slave. A mixture of guilt and fear permeated her soft Persian features.
"Mistress, please…. We must leave. The man was going to kill me! They are going to kill me" She cried, her voice beginning to crack as she continued to absorb the scene before her.
"Do not worry, my love" Kneeling down, she took the childe in her arms and pressed her against her body, and began to whisper in her ear. "We will be safe together." Although the childe's fear didn't melt immediately, she felt the tension in the girl beginning to dissolve and her aura beginning to adjust itself with calmness. Crowds of people bumped into the couple, crouched on the dirt street. Mahsa pressed her bloodied lips against her mistress' cold, olive skin, leaving a red mark on her face where her lips had brushed. She didn't wipe it off. Rising to her feet, she softly wrapped her hand around the girl's cold fingers.
They fought their way through the hordes of barbarians, crushing bone between fingertips; sawing through muscle and vein with sharpened fingernail and eager fangs. The years had made humans seem so fragile to them. Groups of dead, their heads at odd angles at their feet, shredded flesh that screamed and spat blood laying at their feet, the Greek vampire began to wonder if they were in any danger at all, but the hordes of barbarians were endless and she knew she was no match for their massive numbers and potent rage. They raced through clusters of the fur clad men that hacked at street vendors and tore the robes from the women's frail frames until they had reached the gates of the city. The moonlight had begun to fade and the sun peaked its head from the horizon.
"No!" she felt the sting of the sun's gaze cut her flesh and pushed a scream from her lips. Mahsa let out a shriek as well, feeling the smolder of the rising sun. Night had left as had their city. "There's not much time!" She was even more frenzied than she had been within the city walls. Grabbing Mahsa with the strength the years had granted her, she rushed back into Rome and into one of the abandoned houses on the outskirts of the city. It seemed their nighttime stroll had turned out slightly differently than she had hoped. She beckoned the child closer as she slumped against a wall in the darkest room she could find. She pressed Mahsa to her chest and together they slept.
Eyes open, her body being wrenched towards the presence that she had somehow managed to ignore through the centuries, she awoke. Hmm…. She was also mystified in noting that in all the years that she had squandered her time in Rome, the presence had never moved, although it had gotten stronger. How did I ignore this thing at all? The dusk afterglow was fading and she poked Mahsa softly and the Persian girl's eyes shot open.
"I feel it, again," were the only words that pulled themselves from her lips, still crusted with blood. She lifted herself from the cold earth, her olive skin radiant under the cracked silver moon. Her stained fingers pulled at Mahsa's tainted dress and lifted her up. They departed from the infected city, making their way into the dank night, silent as papercuts on the dry earth.
