Chapter 4 The Vampires
A/N: So sorry for the long wait but finally here's a post. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I won't post until after Halloween so Happy Halloween Everyone!
About time for anyone telling you off for all your deeds
No sign the roaring thunder stopped in cold to read
No time
I get mine and make no excuses; waste of precious breath
No time
The sun shines on everyone, everyone love yourself to death
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
You'll never be loved till you've made your own
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
You never know the top till you get too low
A son of a stepfather
A son of a
I'm so sorry
A son of a stepfather
A son of a
I'm so sorry
No lies and no deceiving, man is what do you loves
I keep tryin' to conceive that death is from above
No time
I get mine and make no excuses; waste of precious breath
No time
The sun shines on everyone, everyone love yourself to death
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
You'll never be loved till you've made your own
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
You never know the top till you get too low
A son of a stepfather
A son of a
I'm so sorry
A son of a stepfather
A son of a
I'm so sorry
Life isn't always what you think it'd be
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
And I know, I know that I did you wrong
But will you trust me when I say that I'll
Make it up to you somehow, somehow
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
You'll never be loved till you've made your own
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
You never know the top till you get too low
A son of a stepfather
A son of a
I'm so sorry
A son of a stepfather
A son of a
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so Sorry by Imagine Dragons
1760
Elizabeth sat at a long table; she was at the head of the table where she felt she should be. Usually as a lady you should sit up right, no slouching. But Elizabeth was leaning back into the chair, restful, in a calm manner. She has her left arm resting on the arm rest and in her right hand was a half glass of red wine. Never once in her miserable life did she think that she would be here. She was in silk and satin. Her hair done up with braids and a hat to match the red and white lace and beads. Around her neck she wore pearls. She was in high society; she was the model of what a woman should look like.
She was at a dinner gala; the key word is was though. This was a dinner for the high-class men of society of Paris. These men were wealthy by business, heir, banking and government. The gala was for what the city thought as a charity event for the orphans of the city. But over the last eight years Elizabeth and Darla have seen what the money of these types of galas raise and what they are for.
Elizabeth brought the wine glass to her lips and took a sip. Along the side of the tables sat the gala goers, their heads on the tables, some with their throats for the most part ripped open and others broken necks. Some were dead and others slowly dying. At the opposite end of the table one last survivor remained. Darla stood behind the man ready to either feed or just snap his neck. Elizabeth leaned forwards and set her glass of wine down looking to the frighten fat man.
"Where are they?" Elizabeth asked and the man breathed heavily in fear. "It's men like you that creates people like us. You're sick, sicker than me because I am pretty sick." Elizabeth then stood up, jumped up to the table, picked up her delicate dress and walked towards him. Along the way she kicked the fine silverware. She then stood before the man. "This is also a twisted way to fund a sick and twisted fantasy." Elizabeth, with grace came down from the table so she was standing before the man. She then cupped his cheeks. "In the basement?" Elizabeth asked. "A run down home?"
The man continued to whimper in fear. He was sweating profusely and his heart was racing. Elizabeth removed her hands from the man's face and then threw a punch and knocked out a few teeth. Darla smiled and took a step back knowing what was going to happen. Her sister has this rage that only seem to grow with each day. Elizabeth then grabbed the man by his jacket and threw him across the room. He hit the dinning hall mirror, shattering it to pieces. The man went to get up and run but swiftly Elizabeth was before him. She grabbed him by the neck, raising him up so he dangled slightly off the ground.
The man went to swing at Elizabeth but she threw him away again. The man got up quickly and took off running.
"He's not going to say anything." Darla insisted as she joined up with her sister. "Beside, since when did you care about orphans?"
"I don't, but a fat cow like him deserves to die either way." Elizabeth answered. It wasn't just about the orphans but more so that this man would use the girl orphans to his will. That struck a very deep rage in her.
"Then quit playing with your food." Darla insisted and Elizabeth looked to her in disgust.
"Oh, I'm just going to kill him." Elizabeth shot back and went in for the kill.
The man went to race downstairs but in his frighten state he tripped and tumbled down. He laid on the ground for a moment and rolled over and screamed in fear. He couldn't move because of fear and his scream was more of a small cry.
Elizabeth stood over the man, her heels on his chest. He was beaten up pretty badly and continued to shake with fear. Elizabeth smiled looking down at him as she drove that heel into his chest and the man's face cringed with pain. Elizabeth let up still smiling at him and backed off a little. The man thought maybe he would get away and if he did he promised to never look at little girls again.
Elizabeth though didn't trust him and with one swift and powerful move she kicked his face and it went sharply to the side snapping his neck. Darla then walked down the stairs seeing Elizabeth standing over latest kill.
"That didn't do anything." Elizabeth sounded unsatisfied and Darla smiled.
"You're getting into a pattern." Darla began as she stood next to her young sister. "I mean, mortal men, so fragile."
"So, immortal ones?" Elizabeth asked and Darla smiled again.
"There's very few of them, most are what we are and they can be just about as much fun as mortals." Darla went on. What it sounded like was more of a spice Elizabeth wanted. It was the spark and excitement when she had Markus begging. So how does she achieve that again and again? "So, are going to actually find these orphans?" Elizabeth didn't answer as she looked around the dinning hall and the massacre that she and her sister caused. And without a word Elizabeth picked up her dress and started to leave the place. Darla knew what that meant, they were moving on to something else.
Outside the mansion waited the sisters' carriage and they got inside and left, of course they weren't just going to leave the mansion standing. Before leaving Elizabeth purposely knocked over a lighted candlestick and soon the mansion will be in ashes. Darla looked across the carriage at Elizabeth wondering what she was thinking. She knew though, Elizabeth was getting bored.
The sun was up for the day so it meant the sisters were in for their sleep. They were at a ritzy inn just north of Paris. It was time to go elsewhere though and some where else beside the country of France. Maybe they'll head to Italy, see the ruins of Rome. However, Elizabeth was still awake while Darla slept. Elizabeth rolled over in bed and went to close her eyes hoping to sleep. But in a flash under her closed eyelids she saw the face of her father. That caused Elizabeth to sit up in the bed.
It's been nearly ten years since she killed her father and yet she'll see flashes of him. He still haunted her, he still had his grip around her, he still seemed to whisper to her, he still could grab hold. Elizabeth tossed the blanket off of her and sat on the side of the bed. She then stood up and walked to the window that was blacked out. Darla didn't stir as Elizabeth was now before the window. Not only has she been out on the road for almost a decade; she hasn't seen the sun within that decade. She knew the dangers of the sun according to the text. Elizabeth reached out placing her hand on the heavy deep red cloth current. She walked her fingers to the where the curtain splits into two. She then stepped slightly off to the side and began to open the curtain ever so slightly.
A ray of sunlight managed to peak in. She saw the light as the beam was now in the room. She continue to stare at it for a moment and then reached out to it. Just as her hand went into the light her beautiful fair skin began to burn. She could see the smoke as her own hand could be burned away. She felt the pain, the searing fire and yet she didn't retract. The flesh was almost gone as the muscle started to show. Only when she felt her hand go completely numb did she finally pull back.
Elizabeth brought her burning hand close to her as she inspected it. But within moments it was already healing. Maybe she could burn her eyes out as to not see her father's ugly face again. Or maybe by doing so it would force to do just that, see him. Elizabeth headed back to her bed, got in and laid there staring up to the ceiling. As of now, she has the potential to live forever, is this what forever was going to be?
The sisters were heading to south France and then from there travel into Italy and then to Rome. Darla however on this trip noticed how quiet her little sister is. Elizabeth wasn't looking at anything just out the small window.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Darla broke the silence and Elizabeth looked to her. "Well?" Elizabeth brushed it off and continued to look out the window. Darla then gave a sigh, which she knew that would annoy her sister and it worked.
"This is it?" Elizabeth asked. "Just travel until Armageddon?" And Darla smiled knowing what she meant. "What?" The smile Darla had meant she was up to something.
"You getting bored?" Darla asked and Elizabeth didn't have to answer. "Don't worry, we have a little time before Rome." This seemed to catch Elizabeth's attention and then the little carriage stopped. Darla got out first followed by Elizabeth and they walked to their slave driver and looked around.
"Where are we?" Elizabeth asked seeing a small light off in the distance.
"We are just outside of Orleans." Darla answered. "This is just small quiet village." Darla smiled wickedly and looked to the driver who did his best to look away. He was told if he took the two vampires wherever they wanted to go he would live. Before Darla could say anything more Elizabeth was already heading towards the village. Elizabeth looked into the village that appeared to be getting ready to sleep for the night. Darla knew something was in Elizabeth, a rage of some kind and there was only one way to relieve the rage.
The small village contained about forty people of men, women and children. To drive them out to where she wanted Elizabeth lit one small home on fire. And because it is night all was in disarray.
"If you want to live, you go to the center of the village!" Elizabeth yelled to the people. A few of the men went to her with axes and tools. One took a swing at her but she held her own and with a swift move she bent and broke the man's arm. She then threw him back like he weighed nothing. The other men dropped their tools as Elizabeth stared at them. They went to the center of the village with the rest of the villagers as some of the homes were catching fire.
Elizabeth then started to walk around the circle of people. "On your knees!" She commanded and they did just that. Darla stood off to the side as Elizabeth looked to the people.
"Who are you!" A voice demanded and Elizabeth turned around seeing a man, a priest standing there. Elizabeth smiled standing there. "Who are you to come here?"
"I go where I want." Elizabeth answered. "I do what I want." She then walked to a woman and without any warning she snapped the woman's neck. The group of people screamed in horror.
"We have done nothing! We have done nothing to deserve this!" The priest yelled at her but that was going to do nothing. Elizabeth then walked to man and did likewise. But this time as she turned to the priest she let her vampire form come through and that began to cause hysteria. "The beast," The priest muttered and then he reached for his cross holding it out.
"Oh, come now," Darla walked to everyone. "We're going to play a game. You," She looked to the priest, "against her." She then looked to Elizabeth. "If you win, we will leave in peace, you lose well…we burn this place." The village people all gave a low cry of fear. "Face her, put down your cross, face her with your faith. Your faith against hers." The priest was trembling as he held up the cross. Elizabeth then walked to him and reached for the cross. Touching the holy relic burned her hand and she almost backed away. She managed to rip the cross from the man and tossed it away. Elizabeth then punched the man and he went to the ground. The people of the small village all cried.
"Get up." Elizabeth demanded to the man. The priest looked to his people as they were waiting to call to God to help them, to save them.
"Notre Père, qui es aux cieux, sanctifie ce soit ton nom." The priest began to pray out loud and that only made Elizabeth smile. "Que ton règne vienne, que ta volonté soit faite sur la terre comme au ciel." Elizabeth just stood there listening to frantic man knowing he could die at any moment. "Donne-nous aujourd'hui notre pain quotidien. Et pardonne-nous nos offenses comme nous pardonnons aussi à ceux qui ont péché contre nous. Ne nous soumets pas à la tentation, mais délivre-nous du mal."
"Comme il était au commencement, maintenant et toujours être un monde sans fin, amen." Elizabeth finished and the priest's eyes widen in terror.
"Dieu, nous protéger, nous bénisse. Bannissez ce mal de notre vue." The priest uttered and Elizabeth reached out grabbing his throat and began to lift him up off the ground. The priest gave out choking noises as the villagers began to cry. Darla continued to watch the show in a girlish excitement.
"Dieu est pas ici aujourd'hui prêtre…juste moi." Elizabeth answered and then slammed the priest to the ground hard. He let out a gasp and rolled over but before he could comprehend what was next Elizabeth kicked him in the head so hard his neck snapped to one side. The villagers all sat there in shocked, their faces all drained of color and cheeks wet with tears. Elizabeth looked to them still with her demon face and she smiled.
The two sisters walked side by side away from the now burning village and they both could hear the screams of the people. The people were locked in the small church and the church was now set ablaze along with the rest of the village. Darla could see the look on Elizabeth's face; she looked satisfied. She liked the torture, the power and the control. And they still have a bit of a ways to go before they even reach Italy. The two sisters took one another's hands and headed off into the night.
By morning the village was all but ashes now, small embers burned and the area was in an eerier quiet. Two people were looking at the ruins of the place. The young girl started to walk closer to the ashes but the man with her reach out and grabbed her shoulder lightly pulling her back.
"Attendre Lenore," The man warned her and she looked to him.
"Je sais qui a fait cela, il doit être ces deux vampires soeur de Paris. Nous devons les trouver." The young girl named Lenore, maybe of fifteen, looked to her Watcher with concern.
"Nous allons." The man assured her as they looked around the dead place. "Nous sommes proches."
Well, there's the start of Elizabeth's reign. Hope you all liked what was in this chapter. I know it was short and you're all like give me more. More is coming, it's a slow and steady build. So again, no postings until after Halloween so stay everyone. There's a posting in the forum on the chapters focusing on Halloween in my stories so enjoy. And remember: As we approach Halloween don't mess with spirits, don't mess with Ouija Boards. Don't talk to dead people, don't mess with demons. Don't summon anything, don't mess around in abandon buildings. This important message brought to you by Sam and Dean Winchester.
Translations are at the end of the message and a very, very small snippet of the next chapter. Thanks for reading, following and posting comments. You readers are the best and have a Happy Halloween!
Translations from French to English:
"Our Father, who art in heaven, hallow it be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our sins as we forgive those who have sinned against us. Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil." Priest
"As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be world without end, amen." Elizabeth
"God, protect us, bless us. Banish this evil from our sight." Priest
"God is not here today priest, just me." Elizabeth
"Wait Lenore," Watcher
"I know who did this, it has to be those two sister vampires from Paris. We have to find them." Lenore
"We will. We're getting close." Watcher
Chapter 5 Shadows Chasing Shadows
"Listen, we keep moving." Darla's voice was stern and clear. That threw Elizabeth off. Darla avoided eye contact with her sister and now that made Elizabeth curious, her sister knew something she didn't. "If you want answers it's in your book. It probably explains her better."
"Her?" Elizabeth asked and Darla looked up to her a little.
"I've only been told of her. The slayer." Darla began. "She's the one who hunts us, hunts demons. If it's a slayer following us we aren't stopping." And the older blonde made that very clear.
"You make this…slayer…?" Elizabeth started; she wanted to know more about this person, this girl. "You make her sound like a real person not a myth."
"She's real." Darla protested.
"Have you ever seen one?" Elizabeth began her rebuttal. Darla wanted to say something but her silence seemed to suggest what Elizabeth already suspected. Elizabeth gave smirk and seemed to be at ease.