If you've read Sons of Destiny, you'll understand that the order of the Universe can't be altered, and that if people were to die, you couldn't change it. I've already given away too much. Enjoy!

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Part 1. The Invasion of the Brothers


Chapter 1. Alliance with The Enemy

After the investiture, everybody was having a party, drinking wine, ale, and blood, eating anything edible. Every one of the drinkers would be getting a hangover the next day.

But the man of honour, the new Vampire Prince Kurda Smahlt sneaked out of the feast, and went down the unused tunnels using his map. Nobody noticed his leaving. After a seemingly endless number of twists and turns, Kurda arrived at a small cave in the rock. Inside was in complete darkness, but with his vampire sight Kurda could make out a few figures in the darkness.

A small scratching sound came from within. A total of ten scratches were heard clearly. Kurda scratched the wall beside him five times.

"Welcome, friend." said a voice from what appeared to be nowhere. The sound of a match being lit was heard, and instantly a dozen vampaneze appeared in the cave. The one who spoke was sitting on a rock, facing Kurda. He lit two candles with his match.

"I am now officially a Vampire Prince now," said Kurda with confidence to the traditional enemy of the vampires. "If you are to take over, now is the best time, for every one of the vampires are drunk or asleep." He stepped into the cave, and faced the vampaneze. He smiled, but the rest of them did not. Their faces remained grim.

"How do we know we can trust him anyway, Repan? This could be a plot to capture us and frame us." asked another vampaneze to the one on the rock. Several others nodded in agreement, others shook their heads in disagreement. Only Repan, the one on the rock remained motionless.

Kurda regarded them coolly. "You know that I would not, Repan Glurv. You know my mission, the same as all of ours. To stop the Lord of the Vampaneze rising, and stopping the war that Desmond Tiny predicted." he said, looking at straight at the vampaneze on the rock.

Repan stood up, and spoke. "We attack in the morning, when the vampires are at their weakest because of the drinking tonight. We round them up into the Hall, which Kurda here will open for us. If all goes well, we win the war before it even begins." He finally smiled. So did all the others.

They started to move around, making less noise than a sleeping mouse. They opened their bags, took out their swords, daggers, and weapons. An occasional clink was heard every now and then, but it did not matter. Nobody would hear it, they thought.

But they were wrong. Somebody did hear them. Somebody did see them. And his heart flared out with anger. Gavner Purl had noticed Kurda leave just as he glanced towards the entrance. He didn't mind at the time. But after around twenty minutes, he started getting worried. He was only partially drunk, so he had enough sense to go pick up his sword on the way.

As he saw Kurda talking with the vampaneze, all the traces of the alcohol in his blood boiled away. His thoughts were dominated with one word: Traitor. He slowly drew his sword, and approached silently. He couldn't go back now. He would have to beat the vampaneze on his own. Not that that was impossible.

Repan was the first to hear Gavner. He whipped around, just as Gavner swung his sword into action. Repan glanced it off, and prepared to attack him back when Kurda shouted, "Stop!"

Gavner paused, but Repan didn't. Before Kurda could interfere, Repan stabbed the Vampire General in the gut. Gavner was pushed to the wall, and then slid down. Blood was gurgling from his mouth.

Kurda screamed, "NO!" and pulled the vampaneze away. But it was too late to save Gavner. Kurda went down to his knees beside Gavner.

"Forgive me, Gavner," Kurda sobbed. "It is not how you think it is."

Gavner spat blood at Kurda, and sneered. Suddenly, he shuddered. His sneer slipped away, and his head hit the floor. He was dead.

Kurda put his middle finger on the dead vampire's forehead, and spread his fingers out in a fan. "Even in death, may you be triumphant." whispered Kurda. The vampaneze respectfully bowed their heads. They still were a race of honour, and they respected their enemies.

Repan was first to recover. He put his hand on Kurda's shoulder.

"Come," said Repan softly. "We still have a mission to complete. He is the first of our casualties."

Kurda turned around. He was crying tears, mourning his lost friend. Although Gavner had never voted for him, they had still been good friends. He remembered the memories he'd shared with the vampire general, and the laughter they'd exchanged.

After a few more minutes, Kurda resolved himself and stood up. He gave Repan and the rest of them a reassuring grin. He wiped the blood off his face, changed his bloodstained clothes, and got his weapons. They dragged the body of Gavner Purl into the cave, wiped off the blood from the cave walls and floor. A vampaneze put out the candles, and the body was now hidden from prowling eyes.

Kurda took out his map, and started leading the vampaneze into Vampire Mountain…


I regretted writing that, but I thought that the Universe had to go along its course. You know what that means. R&R!