The smell of blood hung heavily in the air. It was apparent that the battle had been waging on long before Godric and Kyrie had arrived in this particular area. The two had become accustomed to seeking out fighting factions and had even come across full fledged wars.
It had been by accident that the two discovered how much the other enjoyed watching these fights that men and women so often engaged themselves in. Godric had admitted that it reminded him of his human life but hadnt elaborated on it any further. Watching the fighting now Kyrie remembered her father and brothers.
On occasion they would march off with the rest of the clan men to end some argument or discrepancy with a neighboring territory or would have to defend their own. While she had wanted to accompany them badly she wasn't allowed, it wasn't her place. Days would turn into nights as she stared out at the forest feeling the call of battle in he heart but was unable to do anything about it.
Now as she watched the scuffle below them she felt her excitement peak as three men were very clearly outnumbered. Their rivals had formed a circle around them closing them in. The men in the middle covered the others back as best they could.
"Perhaps today is a good day to die." One of the men stated to his companions.
"You can go to Valhalla then with your tail tucked. I have far too many women to fuck and ale to drink before I give in so easily." Another answered. He seemed to be the one in charge.
Kyrie had had her eye on that human man. She had been struck by his height at first, he towered over everyone around him. He swung his sword around him deftly which distracted some of the men surrounding them.
His two companions followed suit and all three made a move as if they were going to advance. Their opponents all seemed to rush them at the same time only causing confusion. As they scrambled to figure out why their weapons had impaled their kinsmen the other men were already impaling their enemies.
"That was impressive." Godric muttered clearly amused.
"Yes it was. I do like that tall viking there. He just seems to be enjoying this, the way he fights...it's as if he's fighting for so much more than just this single battle." Kyrie stated.
"I noticed that. That is a man who takes much joy in everything he does, especially fighting for his life. Although it is obvious that he has the advantage over the other faction in skill and intelligence." Godric replied. Kyrie nodded in agreement.
"I would like to meet him. Just have a small conversation with him..." She said in thought.
"Feed on him?" Godric asked turning his attention to his progeny.
"Not necessarily. I just want to know him." She replied her eyes still trained on the battle that waged on. She was so engrossed in it she didnt take notice of the intense look that Godric gave her.
Kyrie watched as the men slashes their way through the ranks leaving nothing but a bloody trail. The three ran off with the tall Viking in lead.
"Let's follow them." Kyrie said finally turning to her maker.
"It is almost dawn. We must go to ground soon." Godric replied. His voice came as if from far away. Kyrie could tell something was on his mind. "Kyrie, how long do you plan on staying with me?"
"Godric..." She said as if irritated with him. It wasn't the first time he had asked her that question. From what she had learned most progenys stayed with their makers for only a few decades. The elder vampire would release their vampire child and they would go their separate ways.
Kyrie and Godric had traveled together since the night she had awoken as a baby vampire five hundred years earlier. While there were times the two parted ways to hunt or scout an area but they always reconvened with each other with in a day or so. Godric had spoken to her about being released in the past but had dropped the subject almost immediately.
"Kyrie I need to let you go. You have to be released." He said to her gently.
"Must we talk about this tonight?" She quipped back.
"Why no tonight? I think it is as good as any." He stated. Kyrie stared at him for a moment longer before shaking her head.
"Well I don't ever want to be released. I love you" She said sincerely.
"You know that I love you as well but you are my progeny and I must release you at some point." He said softly.
"Not tonight." She whispered softly back.
They stared at each other for a while before Godric wrapped his arms around her shoulders and placed his forehead to hers. "Not tonight." He relented. She smiled slightly as her maker laid a few light kisses against her lips.
"We do have a couple of hours before sun rise.". Godric said.
"Yes, there are.". Kyrie agreed. "Watching all of this fighting has left you...excited?"
"More like...invigorated." He replies smiling at her widely. Kyrie captured his lips more firmly reveling in the sensation and the closeness to the boy turned vampire.
"Lucky me." She said when Godric stood up. He held out his hand to her which she quickly accepted. He lifted her up enough that for a moment her feet dangled off the ground. "Oh, go on with you boy." She stated knowing that he was only showing off. Godric let out a small chortle of sorts.
"Let's go. We're wasting moonlight." He said leading her away.
"Damn it all. My Viking is dying.". Kyrie said as they came upon the scene. Nearly as soon as they has awoken Kyrie had been adamant about finding the small group again to see how they has fared. Godric too had been curious and had agreed to go search for them. It hadn't taken long for them to catch the heavy smell of blood in the air.
"Your Viking?". Godric asked intrigued by her blatant statement.
"A lot of good it means now. He doesn't have long." She replied.
"There is a way you could save him." Godric said.
"Sure I'll just turn him and you can release me and we can all go on our ways." Kyrie stated giving her maker a side ways glance.
"If you turn him I won't release you Kyrie, you have my word." Godric said.
"I don't think I am ready to become a maker." She said uncertainly. Godric gripped her hand tightly in support.
"I know these last few decades you have begun to regret never having a child as a human. This is your chance. It is rare that a vampire finds someone whom they feel a strong enough connection too to want to turn them." He said. "I will help you at first. I would never leave you alone with that type of responsibility."
"Godric; why did you turn me?" Kyrie asked quietly.
"I turned you because you didn't want to die. You fought me every chance you could, you tried to save yourself even though he odds were against you. I turned you because you were so full of life, I couldn't let it slip away." He said holding her gaze. "I don't want that viking to slip away."
"Neither do I." Kyrie agreed.
One of his men stood next to him on as he lay on his funeral pyre. His men knew as well as he did that it wouldn't be long now. The only thing had kept him going through out the day was the thought of having to go meet his parents and small sister in valhalla only to tell them he had not avenged their deaths. Now however that seemed as if that was how it would be.
He had lost too much blood, his injuries were to grave. He would meet them soon. He gave a deep shuddering breath as his eyes became heavy under their own accord. He was certain it would be his last when his ally and companion approached him and began to speak.
"All will be well." He said in an attempt to comfort his king. "Do not be afraid."
"I am not." He struggled out. The words felt thick and heavy in his throat as his lips refused to move anymore. He began to count his heartbeats as they slowed. He felt his eyes close again. "I'm pissed off."
"Who's there?" His other man called out. He felt himself slipping away. He began to drift off into sleep that he knew would lead him to oblivion. "Show yourself!"
He heard his men scream out but it was cut short. He opened his eyes and blinked quickly to try to clear the haze that clouded his head. He saw them both fall to the ground in the torchlight seemingly brought down by an unseen force. He was able to catch two blurs as they approached him. His gaze traveled to the things as one perched on top of him and the other sat off to the side.
He looked from one to the other. They both had blood dripping down their chins as fangs protruded from their mouths. "Are you death?" He asked intrigued. He had never thought it would take on a physical form, let alone come with a companion.
"I am." The one seated on top of him confirmed.
"But you're just little children." He said. A small giggle erupted from beside him as an arm was laid across his chest.
The 'girl' came into view better than before. Her hair was knotted and wild as the boys covered his forehead seemingly caked with blood. Whatever they were they appeared feral. "We are not." She replied amused. He glanced at the boy who also smirked as if he thought his comment funny.
"My men..." He began as he struggled to glance off to the side and catch a glimpse of what fate had befallen them.
"Dead." The boy stated as if it were obvious.
"You swine." He managed to croak out. He didn't understand why they simply didn't end him. What were they prolonging?
"We watched you on the battlefield last night." The girl said. "I never saw anyone fight like that before."
"I would fight you both now of I could." He interjected.
"I know!" She replied broadly smiling causing more blood to drip ounof her mouth. "It's beautiful." With that small comment he began to grow impatient. He was tired of their games. He wanted nothing more than to rest.
"What are you waiting for?" He asked as best he could. "Kill me." He tried his best to demand it. If he couldn't prevent the inevitable he would at least have a say in it.
A few moments of silence ensued. The only sound was the pop of the fire that was a few feet away. "Could you become a companion to death?" The boy asked. His smile faded slightly as his expression took on a more serious air to it. "Could you walk with us through world...through the dark?"
"We'll teach you all we know and we will be your everything as you will be ours." The girl said. He felt himself swayed by their words.
"My 'everything'?" He asked.
"I will be your father, your brother, your child." The boy stated as if to back up what his companion had just said.
"What's in it for me?"He asked curiously. It was obvious us these two creatures wanted him but for what reason he hadn't a clue. He wasn't about to jump headlong into the complete unknown with out at least an inkling of what may befall him if he did.
"What you love most..." The boy said.
"Life." The girl said finishing his sentence.
"Life." He felt the word drain from him and he knew that it was a futile attempt to keep his eyes open any longer.
The pair curled back their lips bringing their fangs out more. He fixated on the boy as the girl moved slightly out of his view. He felt daggers rip into his neck followed by sucking sounds. He groaned some and jerked a bit when he felt his wrist bit into as well. It was then that his eyes closed and he fell into a dark abyss.
Kyrie released her bite and moved her head away with a gasp. What little bit had been left after his injury was now drained. She stared down at him for a while. He seemed peaceful in his near death slumber.
"Are you going to feed him?" Godric asked bringing her out of her reverie.
"I don't know how." She said. Godric cocked a brow at her.
"Kyrie don't be stupid it doesn't suit you." He said sternly.
"What if I do it wrong?" She asked standing up quickly.
"Then he dies which will happen very soon if you do not give him your blood." He replied.
Kyrie remained silent unsure what to do when an idea struck her. Her head whipped in Godrics direction to meet his gaze.
"We could both become his makers." She said. Godric slumped his shoulders as if exasperated by her antics.
"It doesn't work that way Kyrie." He stated.
"How do you know? Have you ever tried it?" Her voice took an edge on to it as if she were trying to push him.
"No I have not and I would not." He replied slowly. He stood up to take her hands in his. "If you are truly not ready to become a maker I won't force you."
"If we were both to become his maker then he would be our child." She continued on. Godric dropped her hands and turned his back on her as if to shut her out.
Kyrie wrapped her arms around Godrics torso and rested her head against his back. "You were right when you said that I regret not having a child. I do want one but only if it is with you. I want him to be our child, our son." She whispered softly kissing the back of his neck.
"Kyrie, it won't work." He stated shaking his head from side to side.
"Then he dies and then we'll know." She said. Godric remained silent. "My father, my love, my Godric please...share this with me."
"Alright. Fine." He relented. "We must hurry." Kyrie nodded her head excitedly and was next to the Viking in he blink of an eye. She held her wrist in front of her mouth and waited until Godric was back next to them and readying to bite into his own flesh.
"If this works he will be your responsibility." Godric said sternly. Kyrie smirked at him as she opened the mans mouth.
They both bit into themselves at the same time and let their blood spill down the Vikings throat.