Redux Two
...louder and louder until he realized that there were two hazy figures looking down at him. He tried to blink away the red miasma that clouded his vision but decided he really didn't want to see. They were speaking to each other in angry and horrified voices.
"What the hell happened here?" one was saying over and over again. The other was merely muttering something. What had happened...? He managed to turn his head and he saw the prone body of Jadwiga. Terror and fury ripped through him until he remembered he had been the one who had killed her. Funny how things happened...
"This one's still alive!" one said and peered into his face. Moebius saw that the owner of the voice was a dark-skinned man with a gargoyle face who was dressed like a prince. He went to reply something poignant but only managed a bloody cough. He couldn't feel his arms or legs but his head swirled painfully with delirium. He could hear his own heart beating slowly, weakly...
"It can't be..."the other one said in astonishment. "What happened here? Who killed my sister?" Moebius saw an Ancient, one of the original vampires as Jadwiga had been, step near the gargoyle man.
Moebius, even though he was nearly dead, managed to think quickly, an ability that saved his life many many times...
"Raiders...there were so many...Aloysius led his army here...struck without warning..."
"Aloysius?" the gargoyle said, "He's been dead for some time. At least a decade. He was tried for war crimes in front of the Council."
Oh yes...he had been gone for fifteen years...thanks, God.
"But...they were under his banner. The red bear...maybe one of his brood..." Moebius mutterd.
"They will pay..." the Ancient said, cradling the head of his sister.
"But...Sire, there's no sign of the other side." the gargoyle vampire pointed out, "None of their casualties, their discarded weapons, no looting, no rape. Just plenty of her brood. I don't even smell anyone of a different bloodline. You there! Boy! Who are you?"
"I'm Moebius...I was Lady Jadwiga's adviser. Is...is she...?" he stammered. He was disgusted at how easily the lie came from him. He watched as a strange light came into the Ancient vampire's eyes as he wiped away the matted hair and blood that congealed on his forehead. Moebius knew he was looking at the strange crest that marked him since birth.
Finally after close inspection, the Ancient spoke.
"There was a reason behind my strange dream telling me to come home. Vorador, we have found the Timestreamer."
Moebius smiled. 'God' wasn't just a voice in his head. He had spoken the truth about what had happened and what would happen. It was true, he was a Guardian, this vampire just confirmed it...
"He looks about dead..." the gargoyle-man Vorador said, peering down at him.
"We must hurry," the Ancient said. "Look for any signs of Aloysius' brood. I will tend to this one."
Moebius couldn't remember how he ended up in the bed he found himself in, but he winced as he tried to sit up. His wounds were bound and dressed and the blood had been cleaned away.
It took a bit but he recognized it as one of the chambers in the Citadel. More than anything he wished he was not in this place, in this room, but since those strange vampires were here there wasn't much chance of escape. He lay back down, calming himself. Besides, this was where he was meant to be. God himself wasn't even far away, he thought with an inward titter, and pulled the blanket closer around him. With absolutely no fear he fell back asleep, listening to the sounds of the blizzard wailing like a banshee outside...wailing and shrieking and...