What if Darren hadn't stopped Kurda from becoming a Vampire Prince? What would have happened? This is my story. Enjoy. Maybe somebody else thought of the exact same thing, and did a FanFic on it, but sorry to say, mine is more up to date. Hooray! R&R!


Kurda Smahlt

The Vampire Prince

Disclaimer: I do not own Kurda, Paris, Mika, Arrow, Gavner, Mr. Crepsley, Arra, everybody in Vampire Mountain, pretty much. People have written about them too much already.

Introduction

The Vampire Generals were lined up to welcome Kurda Smahlt, forming a guard of honour stretching down the whole corridor. Almost every vampire was armed, for this was the only time that a vampire was allowed to enter the Hall with arms. The Ceremony of Investiture.

The three Vampire Princes present, Mika ver Leth, Arrow, and Paris Skyle were dressed accordingly, waiting to blood Kurda, to let him become one them. As usual, one Prince was missing; Vancha March, the 'extreme' Vampire Prince.

Kurda Smahlt entered, clad in a white robe, hoisted aloft by four Generals. Even those who hadn't voted for him saw him with respect now, as was the custom. Vampires chanted hymns of the greatness of the Vampire Princes and Kurda.

Finally, Kurda entered through the doors of the Hall. All the vampires stood to attention. Paris and Arrow stepped forward to initiate the process of Kurda's blooding. All three of them used their sharp fingernails to cut the tips of their fingers. Kurda pressed the fingers of his right hand against Paris', and his left fingers to Arrow's. Paris and Arrow pressed their free hands against the Stone of Blood. Kurda's blood circulated through the veins of the Vampire Princes, and into the Stone of Blood. The blood of the Princes flowed into Kurda's veins, and he gritted his teeth. The Stone grew brighter and brighter. Kurda could see his blood, joining the rest of the blood of thousands of vampires.

Kurda remained standing, just barely. When the Princes broke the contact between Kurda and the Stone of Blood, Kurda nearly fell, but he managed to regain his balance. Every one of the vampires cheered. Even Larten Crepsley and Arra Sails clapped loudly.

Kurda felt his strength slowly returning. He put in his new clothes, a flowing blue robe, looking regal to say the least. He put them on with great pride, and turned to acknowledge his fellow vampires. Now he truly felt that he had power over the other vampires.

Kurda Smahlt, The Vampire Prince.


What do you think? R&R!