When the mist moved Selene could see a corpse, a rotting disgusting corpse.
It reminded her of Viktor when he slumbered, she had always guessed that The Original would have been perfectly intact.
Ryan let out a sigh.
"Thank god that thing isn't conscious." Ryan had an Irish accent even though he hadn't been in his homeland in over seven hundred years for a decent amount of time.
"Why would that be so bad?" asked Selene.
"Because, what if it didn't want to be woken up? Or is very very...evil." Replied the ancient one.
"Your Evil!"
"How so?"
"You feed on humans."
"I've explained this a thousand times, I feed on criminals, sinners, and evildoers in general, and besides, Human blood makes us strong, gives us the power that my Coven possesses."
"Well, at least it's only Evildoers."
Ryan ordered for the body to be moved to his underground dwelling, he also had a house, a massive castle, over the years Ryan had accumulated a fortune, taking money from his evil victims, investing and all the frivolous economic things.
As Selene passed Ryan she felt a surge of power come from him, there always was, what information had he locked in his mind? How many did he know of his age?
Did he know what she was thinking right now?"
"Yes I do." Said Ryan turning to Selene with a smile.
"What else can you see, in my head?"
"Whatever you think, that's all I ever can see or hear." Ryan said, his pale skin looked like marble in the poor light of the tomb.
(As you can guess he didn't exactly go sunbathing), but it was soft and shone like an angels might.
"I need to feed from you?" asked Selene. Ryan raised an eyebrow and asked.
"What?"
"So I can see your memories, I long to know about Vampire history, I think the oldest Vampire alive would be the perfect person to get that information from."
"We'll see, if you're good. Or I can tell you the story of my life, either way it's all the same."
Selene almost smiled at his attempt at humor, the key word of this sentence is almost..
Michael was worried, Selene had changed since Viktor died, not in a bad way, she had a certain, peace now, but still she was too much like a Vampire from a book he had once read, and that Vampire was as mad as a hatter, But she seemed to love the world in the way an excited scholar does, she loved most things, she loved watching the flame on a candle bounce around, she loved bright vibrant colours, she loved him (Michael) and she was getting very attached to Ryan
Humph Women and older men.
Suddenly Ryan shouted across the tomb.
"Do not be jealous."
"I'm not jealous." He said in reply.
"Well I believe these where your thoughts 'Humph women and older men' wasn't it?"
"Could you stay out of my head? Something about it isn't natural." Michael had gotten used to being an immortal and had gotten brave as a result of his new strengths.
"I know, and I have something to show you later, it will be our secret."
Michael felt somewhat excited, what could it be? What could a nearly 2,000-year-old vampire have to show him?
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When they had all returned to the underground dwelling that had been designed for holding The Original, Selene stood over the carcass,
"This is it, in a few days he will tell me everything about the vampire's and the Lycans, how they came into existence, everything." Michael put a hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah of course it is." Selene turned to face him and gave him a very excited kiss, well as excited as Selene could be.
"How can you not be excited? This is the oldest creature in existence!"
"We thought Ryan was when we got here! You though he was The Original!"
"Yes and look were it got us."
Suddenly Michael heard a soft comforting voice in his head, it was Ryan.
"Now Michael, I must show you. Come up to the observatory."
Michael looked up to a window high up in the room he was in to see Ryan looking down at him, Ryan had changed his clothes. Now he was wearing velvet and silk, he somehow managed to look like...a sophisticated, happy, successful, angel...of death.
Michael ran up the stairs, skipping every second step, he was soon facing the angel of death.
"Come with me." Ryan's voice was its old, wise, comforting self; Michael understood why Selene liked Ryan so much, bar the wisdom. Ryan led Michael down a stone stairs that was hundreds of years older than the building they were in. They must have descended about 3,000 steps. But they eventually reached a large Iron door with a giant log holding it closed.
"Move that would you." Ryan asked. Michael thought to himself as he changed and lifted.
Why don't you lift it with your mind?
"Because this is easier. Psychic power is very draining." Replied Ryan
"My god, can you keep this up all day?"
"Keep up what?" But Ryan actually knew what.
"The mind reading."
"I hear them like you hear words. I can't just stop at will."
"Okay that's the wood moved." Said Michael as he dropped the large chunk of wood.
The door swung open at Ryan's mental command.
"OH MY GOD!" shouted Michael when he saw what was inside, a horror shot through his heart and he fell to the floor, clambering back to Ryan.
Two hours later
Ryan aided Michael into his room, Michael had to hold back tears, and it was hard.
"Why do you keep it there?" he asked, his voice giving away his mental state.
"I must, and you must rest. Let this knowledge seep into you as you slumber, the sun will be up soon so don't expect to see me for awhile, and remember that Selene must not know about it, know one can know. It is our secret, and I have kept it a secret for one thousand years, since the day I took it, I have told know one, know one but you."
Ryan pushed Michael onto the bed and lay him down.
"Now rest my child." Ryan said before kissing Michael on the forehead and leaving the room.
One thing Michael had noticed about really old Vampires, they're all bi-sexual.
He whispered to himself.
"I'm not, yet they keep kissing me, ever since we were in Brazil and we met the first ancient vampire they've all been bi-sexual and they keep kissing me." He said this in an attempt to take his mind off what lay in that room.
Selene was nearly jumping with what was almost joy, The Original was already taking in blood and would soon be revived, and Ryan had forty vampire/Lycan soldiers watching it. That was a bit much really, because if its friendly then there's no point anyway and if it's not and it's as strong as Ryan says then they will all die horribly. Ryan came up behind her.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" But he knew the answer.
"Yes, I must know about our past." When they had found The Original, it had been mummified and tied up with chains, these had obviously rotted horribly but the fact that chains were used gave Ryan a reason to be concerned.
"Now come to my home child. And I shall tell you the story of my life."
"What about The Original?"
"He shall still be in the process of restoration."
"Well, alright but if I miss his awakening."
The two drove to Ryan's house, the sun would be up very soon and they got there just in time. Ryan's house was on a cliff facing a large pool, the cliff was on three sides so if someone were to fall out one of the windows at the sides or back of the house they would possibly fall a very long distance. The house itself was very out of place in Egypt, for it looked like an English castle, Ryan had it constructed hundreds of years ago and has stayed in it from time to time.
The two sat in a finely designed room with wooden walls but a stone fireplace that now was blazing brightly. The room looked like a conservatory. They sat on leather seats in front of the fire and Ryan started his tale.
Rome 207 A.D.
"Even though I was born in Ireland and consider myself Irish I grew up in Rome, a beautiful land. I did return to Ireland after changing and spent along time their. But my tale starts in Rome, I was doing fine for myself I was an officer in the Roman army and was expecting to crush a small rebel threat very soon. But things took a nasty turn. I was leading the soldiers through a forest when we were attacked; it was the rebels that attacked us. They hit us hard, arrows and spears seemed to rain from the sky. A small few of us survived but no one bar myself seemed to be in great state.
I tried to get us out of the forest without using or fallowing the path; we were easy targets when we were there. So I led us around a small mountain that the forest lay on. We survived for maybe a day and then the attacks started. They ranged from an arrow killing a man to someone just disappearing, eventually I was the last one. And soon I found the culprit of the attacks. I found him, I saw him feed of the last soldier he had taken from me, I saw them and still remember it perfectly. He had the soldier, a lad named Cassius, He was lying against a tree and the vampire was feasting on him. The Vampire turned to face me, a beautiful woman she was with long blonde hair and a dress that was once beautiful but had been torn and gotten dirty I the time she had spent in the forest. I tried to run but she appeared in front me, so I took out my sword and plunged it into her stomach, she impaled herself further onto it and said.
"You cannot kill me, I am already dead." Then she pierced my neck with her teeth, I felt weak soon and tried to push her away, She did go back but of her own accord. I collapsed onto the floor behind me and she lay down beside me and started whispering things into my ear, I don't remember exactly what but the drift of it was that the world is a horrible place, and I've been told that if you find something beautiful that you think you might like then take it. That is how I became a Vampire, and it is the start of a story I shall tell you. So hears the rest...
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