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Answer to the riddle: a house
Hey! I checked out the Underworld book from the library. IT'S AWESOME!
January 14
I have tracked down the lycan responsible for the death of my partner Diego. She will die. No one can ever try to stand in my way of what I do best. I will not let them. Being a Death Dealer is my life. When this war ends, what will I become? I will have nothing to live for, nothing to stay anchored to this city. I often think about this while in the quiet sanctuary of my room. I cannot see myself as an ordinary vampire, one who just sits in pretty dresses drinking blood all night and gossiping. In some ways, I don't want the war to end. I want to keep killing lycans for eternity, or until I die. I want them to pay for what they did to me.
Every time I see a lycan, I see the face of my father laying sprawled on the ground and my mother also in a prone position. I also see the marred face of my sister and I see the gore covering everything I the rooms that she and her daughters were murdered in. I did not have the heart to say earlier that their limbs were ripped from their bodies. I feel sick every time I remember how the lycans spared a moment in their bloodlust to put my nieces' hands together, clutching each other for dear life. It is very painful for me still. Yet I put on my cold Death Dealers mask and show no emotion. I know if I let my guard down, I would fall apart.
It's odd for me to say that I felt bad for taking the lives of people. No matter how much I say they are animals, they are also people, living creatures, who walk and talk and think. I felt horrible after I killed my first, but with m sire's help, that feeling went away soon enough.
I moved my sword in a complicated pattern, preparing to take the final swipe which would let me win. Kahn had fallen directly into my trap, making the mistake of coming too close to me. My sword was almost at his hand, ready to knock his sword from its tight grasp when I felt another sharp blade pierce the back of my shoulder, hitting the flesh exposed. I felt a movement in the air and ducked, right as a sword swung under my head.
I had another attacker. Perhaps this was Kraven's doing. I blocked another blow, mentally watching for where Kahn would go. I saw that he was coming up to my left and waited till he had started his thrust when I nimbly sidestepped the oncoming blade. His sword instead pierced my other attacker, whose sword missed its target and hit Kahn instead. If I wasn't concentrating so hard, I would have laughed at that. I decided to start a fresh attack on the pair. I vaguely remembered the name of the other vampire. It was Soren, one of Kraven's goons. Soren was a large Irish man and was known for his silver whips which he kept on him at all times.
Soren pulled out a dagger while ducking under my blade. He came up on my left side. I saw what he was about to do and knocked the dagger out of his hand.
whips which he kept on him at all times.
I knew I could never beat them both, one at a time. They were tall, strong, and had the advantage of age on their side. I was considerably smaller, lighter, and more wiry then they were. I decided I had to take out one then the other. There was no way I could lower both their defenses at once. Soren was newer and fresher; he wouldn't tire as easily. I had already beaten Kahn down. He had, however, built up a little of his stamina while I was occupied with Soren. Kahn's blade swung at my legs as Soren's blade swung at my head. I leaped up over Kahn's sword, tucking my head in and rolling under Soren's blade. I continued rolling, right between Soren's legs. I was lucky he was tall and I was short.
Kahn had jumped over Soren already, after he figured out what I was doing. As I came up, I twisted, successfully dodging his blade. Soren stumbled around, but it was too late. I had already thrust my sword against his neck and had my dagger pressed against Kahn's throat. Neither could move without the risk of my sharp blade slicing their throats open. I had won the fight.
A distant cheering brought me back down to earth. I lowered my arms, wiping the blood off the blade where it had nicked Kahn's throat slightly. He rubbed the spot, the wound already sealed and fading. I suddenly realized how many people were watching us. During the fight my whole concentration had been on my enemies and I had not noticed everyone gathered around.
I glanced around furtively, but I could not spot Viktor through the throngs of vampires gathered around us. They were all congratulating me on how well I had fought. I shook hands with Kahn and Soren, fatigue had on all of us. I saw Kraven standing nearby, a superior smug plastered on his face. I felt like kicking him, but still was grateful. If it hadn't been for Kraven, I wouldn't have gotten the chance to prove myself so soon.
After a while, the Death Dealers left us alone and we were able to go on our own ways. Kahn and I went back to the weapons rack, where we started to put the swords and weapons we had polished back in their respective places on the rack of weapons. I took Viktor's sword out once more and checked it for scratches. I was pleased to find none. I quickly polished it, making it more than presentable for my Lord, sire, and dark father.
When our work was done, I headed off to my room, somewhat dismayed that Viktor had not congratulated me. I knew I was being selfish, so I dismissed my dismayal and continued on to my room. When I got there I realized that I was still carrying Viktor's sword. Turning around, I marched back the way I came, making my way to Viktor's chambers. When I reached the door, I knocked loudly. "Come in Selene," was the summons.
It unnerved me somewhat that Viktor knew that it was I who was outside the door. Then I realized that he must have been waiting for me. I opened the door and stepped inside the room. Viktor was sitting in a tall chair in front of the fire reading. I approached him and knelt, offering the sword to him.
"Here is your sword, my Lord." I felt him closely scrutinizing me. I was clearly aware that Kraven was in the chair facing my back. I ignored him. I waited for him to say something.
"You fought well tonight, child." I looked up at him into his eyes. Though his face was stern, his eyes were calm and caring, giving the look only a father can give his child.
"Thank you, sir," I replied, watching my manners in front of Kraven. I was extremely displeased to find him there.
"I am considering whether or not you are ready to join the ranks of the Death Dealers," Viktor told me. I gazed coolly back, not letting my sudden excitement show on my face. Viktor knew what was going on behind my mask because he smiled gently. "I am thinking that you are ready emotionally and am making sure that you are physically." I nodded to show I understood. "I will send someone to you later on tonight with my decision. Come here." I walked over to him, my heart lighter then it had been in ever since before my family died. Viktor leaned forward and placed a light kiss on my forehead. "Go to bed now, you will have an important day tomorrow."
"Yes my Lord," I told him, and after placing a return kiss on his cheek, I turned and walked out of the room. I was so absorbed in my thoughts, I barely noticed when I had reached my door. I, Selene, was finally going to be able to join the Death Dealer. I was going to be able to avenge my family's death. After a quick bath, I sat on the edge of my resting place, gazing out the window. There was less than a half hour left till sunrise, and I was enjoying watching the inky blackness of the sky impeccably turn to a dark indigo, white stars fading to a pale glow, and a light blue approaching the darkness, overcoming the night with rosy day. Of all the things I had in my previous life before I became a vampire, the thing I missed most was watching the sun rise. As the blue glow was overcome by pinks, oranges, and purples, I knew that the sun would be up soon and my life would once again be cut off by long thick shades and curtains.
I stroked the blinds, turning the horizontal beams of wood downwards, blocking out all traces of light. I heard a knock on my door and opened it to see Viktor standing there, tall and stately. "Selene, my child, I have made up my mind." I felt my breath caught in my throat while I waited for his verdict.
Sorry I took so long… My mom kicked me off my own computer for a week. My life sucks… kinda…
ecm84 – thanks. I had a little trouble trying to decide how I would depict Selene's personality. I don't know how she was when she was a human turned vampire so I had to guess. Thanks for the support!