God you guys are ego-strokers! Anyways, pardon any spelling or grammar
errors, my PC is just up again after a giant hiccup, and I haven't gotten
Word installed yet on it.
What you'll see is my hypothesis on the whole schizbang of the series, it
may not be correct, it may be completely off by your opinion, but it just a
hypothesis.
Two chapters in like, what – three days? This is a record for me! ***********************************************************************
The waning gibbous moon hung heavy and low in the black-violet velvet sky; it was late enough that even the workaholics started to head for home, however, it was too early for the city to nod it's head and fall asleep.
Soma peered over at the dhampire, curious as to the reason why he 'suggested'--more like manhandled him – Soma thought bitterly to himself-- for them to take a walk out on the temple grounds, away from his two redheaded friends.
For once, it was Arikado that broke the silence first.
"There will be many that may try to hunt you down – not for the murder, but for what lies with in you." The voice was cool and soft like morning dew, but sharper then the blade of grass that lies beneath it, the tone of caution lay thick and heavy in the faintly accented voice. "Always be vigilant in action and in word, However, I am sure you know that already, we can not have many learn about the truth of yourself."
The advice was sound, the tone gentle; however, the unconscious glance towards the shrine... disturbed him.
"It's Benji isn't it?" The young man started, his hands rested on his hip. "You don't trust him, do you?"
"Do you trust him?" The raven-hair man deflected the question back.
"Well... he didn't give me reason not to – I mean, he could have turned me in all this time, and he didn't. Benji really went out of his way...." Soma was quite taken aback by the questioning.
Arikado said nothing, for the answer suited him – for now. Nevertheless, he will keep a close eye on them.
"You're unarmed."
The snow-haired man blinked, as his hands instinctively searched his pockets – only to find his keys. Well, that was true... he admitted to himself slowly as it dawned on him just possibly why the ancient one suddenly pointed that out.
"Come with me, Soma, and we shall remedy that problem." With that, the business-suit clad dhampire moved ahead, and down towards where a matte black Lexus was parked, the tinted windows reflecting the glow of the moon.
Soma watched silently as the dhampire unlocked the doors, and slid into the sleek, dark vehicle – it was clear that Arikado was searching for something.
The Clamith Solaris! He gasped inaudibly as the vampire's son wrapped the bundle of cloth and revealed what lay beneath the folds.
The sword's silver-white blade shined and glittered like the stars that reflected off it, the etched cross and saintly icons almost glowed like a mirror that mimicked a blazing flame. The hilt and crossbar was of steel, covered in gold, in rope-like twisting patterns, inlay of garnets and the nearly prismatic blues of the cats' eye gem. The pommel was the crowning piece, a Byzantine cross set with a dark red ruby in the middle and pearls on each of the bars. Even the sheath was elegant, of black leather and rings of gold-coated steel to support it's shape, as gold waves graced top and bottom, nestling small pearls with them as well.
"I thought it was lost when the castle vanished!" The younger man gaped—a shaky hand reached out to touch it – to be sure it was not an illusion.
"It didn't, everything you had on stayed with you even when you returned to the shrine – I had simply relieved you off them while you were out. I did not think you would have need of them." The honey eyes darkened as the weapon changed hands. "I was gravely mistaken."
"It's... weaker...." Soma murmured as he swung the large weapon to test if he was just victim to an exaggerated memory –but it was no mistake, the glow; the innate power within it had waned, but why?
"Though the sword was holy, it seemed to have feed off the dark chaos of the castle, and purified it to it's own use – the greatest power of the Claimth Solaris was not the holiness of it, but it's ability to grow stronger when the profane waxes in power."
"Makes sense – why have a weapon that can be overpowered?" A clockwise crescent slash cut through the air as he spoke, and then he sheathed the impressive weapon. "There's... something else about this sword, I don't know what it is...."
"It was Vlad Tepes Dracul the second's sword when he was mortal." Genya Arikado responded as he walked back up the hill, pausing only to remotely lock the Lexus.
A sword of knights, of princes... given to only those few of a highly trained and fanatically religious order, to fight against the infidels... The words reached Soma Cruz' ear, but he did not hear them, no... could not—he didn't need the words, the images that raced through his mind more then completed the history the dhampire spoke of.
A cloak of hunter green, jewel-encrusted sword belts – signs of honor, the blood, the carnage – in the name of god, a brutal past that was almost as alien to him as the moons of Saturn – disturbingly familiar.
No illusion, no transfer of thought, it wasn't imagination – He thought, as he clutched the holy sword almost fearfully, his breath quickened – he couldn't get enough of the chill night air in him, he panicked, his eyes dilated and grew wide with a numbing shock.
Memory? Was it memories that he's seeing? Whose memories? His? Mine? Whose? What is going on? What's happening to me? What is happening to me?! His inner voice shouted, as he could no longer see the moon or the stars, only banners, arrows, rains of arrows, waves of men crashing onto men.
His quickening of breath plunged into a desperate choke. Soma clawed for air and reality, even as many phantasms and scenes pounded, and tried to sear themselves into his brain.
A brother... what brother – I don't have a brother, don't I? Or Do I? He stared into the green eyes of a youth, the auburn hair cropped short, a pampered prisoner from what the silk tunic and the dull frighten eyes had stated.
Who... who are they, who am I? What... God help me, God help me! Someone please make it go away! He screamed in his head in a childish attempt to exorcise the images from his brain.
Soft, warm arms wrapped around him – and broke him out of frantic thought. Did the world flip over? No, stupid, I fell. The albino laughed bitterly at himself, as he turned his head, to look at the one who held him.
"Soma, Is something wrong?" An urgent fear crept into the normally calm voice of Dracula's son. He kept the smaller man close to him, and waited for Soma to be able to steady himself again – his keen ears heard the albino's heart thumping and throbbing like a snare drum, could smell the adrenaline rushing through the veins... the blood... He snapped his heads shut, cursing at himself for thinking like that.
"I... it's just so... weird... I felt like I was losing control, that I wasn't myself!" The answer came in short bursts, his body instinctively gripped at the Dhampire harder – to afraid that his knees will give out from under him. Soma tried to recall what he had just seen... but nothing came. It was almost as if all of it was just fog burned away by morning sun, or smoke blow away by the wind – it existed, but existed no longer.
As I feared... Alucard murmured in his mind as his own heart started to race – eyes opening in the horror of recognition. Not just a vessel that can absorb chaos without it consuming and destroying him – like Graham Jones was. God damned it! The Belmont was right after all! This... this boy really was him! How in the world... no, that was not important... Soma needed more help, needed help to keep from being overwhelmed by him.
Eventually... slowly, the two broke the hold they had on each other, azure and gold eyes stared silently, no one knew what to do now.
Benji bite back a sound that wasn't sure what it was going to be... He brushed it aside... of all his rotten, coyote-given luck! Well, if they were indeed that close... he shouldn't really try to move in. And really, if they saw him here, it was... he shook his head – he shouldn't have been trying to spy on them, Lord and Lady, he was stupid! The American bolted back for Mina's home, oddly silent in his run.
Something else had watched, and observed the strange little scene. The almond-shaped eyes shined like black pearls, as a gentle, poisoned giggle escaped the soft, blood-hued lips. The observer strolled off, a silk fan brushed lightly over the face – and disappeared under the moonlight.
An ink-black cat ran from the forest and leapt onto a waiting sidecar of a silver-blue Honda motorcycle, the feline's two tails flickered impatiently as the driver sped down the road and out of sight.
Two chapters in like, what – three days? This is a record for me! ***********************************************************************
The waning gibbous moon hung heavy and low in the black-violet velvet sky; it was late enough that even the workaholics started to head for home, however, it was too early for the city to nod it's head and fall asleep.
Soma peered over at the dhampire, curious as to the reason why he 'suggested'--more like manhandled him – Soma thought bitterly to himself-- for them to take a walk out on the temple grounds, away from his two redheaded friends.
For once, it was Arikado that broke the silence first.
"There will be many that may try to hunt you down – not for the murder, but for what lies with in you." The voice was cool and soft like morning dew, but sharper then the blade of grass that lies beneath it, the tone of caution lay thick and heavy in the faintly accented voice. "Always be vigilant in action and in word, However, I am sure you know that already, we can not have many learn about the truth of yourself."
The advice was sound, the tone gentle; however, the unconscious glance towards the shrine... disturbed him.
"It's Benji isn't it?" The young man started, his hands rested on his hip. "You don't trust him, do you?"
"Do you trust him?" The raven-hair man deflected the question back.
"Well... he didn't give me reason not to – I mean, he could have turned me in all this time, and he didn't. Benji really went out of his way...." Soma was quite taken aback by the questioning.
Arikado said nothing, for the answer suited him – for now. Nevertheless, he will keep a close eye on them.
"You're unarmed."
The snow-haired man blinked, as his hands instinctively searched his pockets – only to find his keys. Well, that was true... he admitted to himself slowly as it dawned on him just possibly why the ancient one suddenly pointed that out.
"Come with me, Soma, and we shall remedy that problem." With that, the business-suit clad dhampire moved ahead, and down towards where a matte black Lexus was parked, the tinted windows reflecting the glow of the moon.
Soma watched silently as the dhampire unlocked the doors, and slid into the sleek, dark vehicle – it was clear that Arikado was searching for something.
The Clamith Solaris! He gasped inaudibly as the vampire's son wrapped the bundle of cloth and revealed what lay beneath the folds.
The sword's silver-white blade shined and glittered like the stars that reflected off it, the etched cross and saintly icons almost glowed like a mirror that mimicked a blazing flame. The hilt and crossbar was of steel, covered in gold, in rope-like twisting patterns, inlay of garnets and the nearly prismatic blues of the cats' eye gem. The pommel was the crowning piece, a Byzantine cross set with a dark red ruby in the middle and pearls on each of the bars. Even the sheath was elegant, of black leather and rings of gold-coated steel to support it's shape, as gold waves graced top and bottom, nestling small pearls with them as well.
"I thought it was lost when the castle vanished!" The younger man gaped—a shaky hand reached out to touch it – to be sure it was not an illusion.
"It didn't, everything you had on stayed with you even when you returned to the shrine – I had simply relieved you off them while you were out. I did not think you would have need of them." The honey eyes darkened as the weapon changed hands. "I was gravely mistaken."
"It's... weaker...." Soma murmured as he swung the large weapon to test if he was just victim to an exaggerated memory –but it was no mistake, the glow; the innate power within it had waned, but why?
"Though the sword was holy, it seemed to have feed off the dark chaos of the castle, and purified it to it's own use – the greatest power of the Claimth Solaris was not the holiness of it, but it's ability to grow stronger when the profane waxes in power."
"Makes sense – why have a weapon that can be overpowered?" A clockwise crescent slash cut through the air as he spoke, and then he sheathed the impressive weapon. "There's... something else about this sword, I don't know what it is...."
"It was Vlad Tepes Dracul the second's sword when he was mortal." Genya Arikado responded as he walked back up the hill, pausing only to remotely lock the Lexus.
A sword of knights, of princes... given to only those few of a highly trained and fanatically religious order, to fight against the infidels... The words reached Soma Cruz' ear, but he did not hear them, no... could not—he didn't need the words, the images that raced through his mind more then completed the history the dhampire spoke of.
A cloak of hunter green, jewel-encrusted sword belts – signs of honor, the blood, the carnage – in the name of god, a brutal past that was almost as alien to him as the moons of Saturn – disturbingly familiar.
No illusion, no transfer of thought, it wasn't imagination – He thought, as he clutched the holy sword almost fearfully, his breath quickened – he couldn't get enough of the chill night air in him, he panicked, his eyes dilated and grew wide with a numbing shock.
Memory? Was it memories that he's seeing? Whose memories? His? Mine? Whose? What is going on? What's happening to me? What is happening to me?! His inner voice shouted, as he could no longer see the moon or the stars, only banners, arrows, rains of arrows, waves of men crashing onto men.
His quickening of breath plunged into a desperate choke. Soma clawed for air and reality, even as many phantasms and scenes pounded, and tried to sear themselves into his brain.
A brother... what brother – I don't have a brother, don't I? Or Do I? He stared into the green eyes of a youth, the auburn hair cropped short, a pampered prisoner from what the silk tunic and the dull frighten eyes had stated.
Who... who are they, who am I? What... God help me, God help me! Someone please make it go away! He screamed in his head in a childish attempt to exorcise the images from his brain.
Soft, warm arms wrapped around him – and broke him out of frantic thought. Did the world flip over? No, stupid, I fell. The albino laughed bitterly at himself, as he turned his head, to look at the one who held him.
"Soma, Is something wrong?" An urgent fear crept into the normally calm voice of Dracula's son. He kept the smaller man close to him, and waited for Soma to be able to steady himself again – his keen ears heard the albino's heart thumping and throbbing like a snare drum, could smell the adrenaline rushing through the veins... the blood... He snapped his heads shut, cursing at himself for thinking like that.
"I... it's just so... weird... I felt like I was losing control, that I wasn't myself!" The answer came in short bursts, his body instinctively gripped at the Dhampire harder – to afraid that his knees will give out from under him. Soma tried to recall what he had just seen... but nothing came. It was almost as if all of it was just fog burned away by morning sun, or smoke blow away by the wind – it existed, but existed no longer.
As I feared... Alucard murmured in his mind as his own heart started to race – eyes opening in the horror of recognition. Not just a vessel that can absorb chaos without it consuming and destroying him – like Graham Jones was. God damned it! The Belmont was right after all! This... this boy really was him! How in the world... no, that was not important... Soma needed more help, needed help to keep from being overwhelmed by him.
Eventually... slowly, the two broke the hold they had on each other, azure and gold eyes stared silently, no one knew what to do now.
Benji bite back a sound that wasn't sure what it was going to be... He brushed it aside... of all his rotten, coyote-given luck! Well, if they were indeed that close... he shouldn't really try to move in. And really, if they saw him here, it was... he shook his head – he shouldn't have been trying to spy on them, Lord and Lady, he was stupid! The American bolted back for Mina's home, oddly silent in his run.
Something else had watched, and observed the strange little scene. The almond-shaped eyes shined like black pearls, as a gentle, poisoned giggle escaped the soft, blood-hued lips. The observer strolled off, a silk fan brushed lightly over the face – and disappeared under the moonlight.
An ink-black cat ran from the forest and leapt onto a waiting sidecar of a silver-blue Honda motorcycle, the feline's two tails flickered impatiently as the driver sped down the road and out of sight.