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Hi everyone! I FINALLY finished "Haunted Tower." For those of you who read it you will know it's horrible. I got lazy and decided not to type every floor. It's very hard to write a story, so don't complain. :glare: Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I will include a little list at the end or I will make it the next chapter on what each 'name' means. (Read the story and you will understand). I won't do it if you review and tell me not to.
Chapter 4 : Red Mist
The War
Cri stepped between the advancing vampires and Taylor. "Back off." She hissed her voice as cold as ice. The vampires took a few steps back. Cri started walking towards a medium sized stone building in the middle of the complex, Taylor close behind. The vampires moved to the side clearing a path for her. A few stepped forward eyeing the boy hungrily. Cri snapped down one of her blades and pointed it at the closest one's neck. "This is not the rations crew. I know you are all out of food but we are here to help." The vampires backed away and Cri led Taylor the rest of the way without any trouble.
Cri opened a heavy wooden door and walked in, talking the whole time. "Address him as Commander ShadowRyan Jacob Sanchez." She said to Taylor. "Shadow means he is strategic, a quick thinker, and cool in the line of fire. There are many rankings. Abyss deals with dark magic, knives, and stealth. Terra, Pyro, Hydro, and Aero deal with different elemental magics. Philosopher deals with Alchemy. Bolt means expert in ranged combat. Spark is melee. Silver means they are resistant to most normal weaknesses. And there are a number of others including ones who represent more then one and how the words are laid out."
Taylor nodded only getting half of what the Dhampir said. "Ok," he said, a bit lost. "So what are you?" She smiled her odd little black smile. "I'm Agent BloodCri. Agent in vampire old tongue is the equivalent of every quality of an assassin. Blood is my ranking. It means I have had over 50 missions and succeeded in every one of them, in excellent time, with minimal injuries…considering what I was doing of course. I am the only one who carries this ranking." The boy's face paled and he clamped his mouth firmly shut. He now knew why so many had fallen at this girl's hands.
They climbed down a flight of stairs and she opened a pair of beautifully crafted double doors and walked into a very large and exquisite underground chamber. The walls were covered in a dark stained wood. Scenes of battles, angles, demons, and nature had been intricately carved into the wood. Every indentation in these pictures were stained a much lighter color and seemed to flicker and come to life in the light of the oil lamps. The lamps were on golden stands and lined the room so as to cast many shadows which flickered in and out of existence like a single wisp of thought. In the middle of the room was a gold lined table made of ebony black wood. Around it, sitting in silver chairs lined with red velvet were the vampire elders.
Taylor gulped and took one step in, his boot sinking deeply into the blood red fibers of the carpet. He looked down, surprised. It seemed to him that the carpet was a pool of blood covered in blue tentacles that twisted like fragments of fire, reaching, trying to wrap themselves around his ankle and drag him into the shadows. He shuddered and took another step, his legs feeling like rubber, and his feet were just blocks of lead. When he finally reached the table he was shaking violently and had to cling to a corner of the table for support. The vampires stared at him, but the one a few seats down with red brown hair seemed to look at him as if he were trying to remember something.
Cri smiled at the council. She bowed down onto one knee but didn't lower her head. "Council of elders," she addressed them with utmost respect. "I think I have found a way to end this war, but first let me introduce you to the human that is going to help me, Taylor Alexander Sanchez!"
The council just watched Taylor for a second then the vampire with the red brown hair got up and walked up to him and looked straight into his eyes. The vampire's eyes widened and he pulled the boy into a soft embrace. "It brings me great joy to see you again, my brother."
The Tower
Raven had seen the lust in Cri's, normally gentle, blue eyes. It was then that she realized how much more willpower it took to control an inner beast of that magnitude. Many people pitied her for being forced to control her emotions, but they hunted the vampire when it was this strange creature who deserved every ounce of their pity, not her.
Cri couldn't stop it. Her mind was completely blank, her willpower gone. The only thing she could focus on was the boy, this sweet innocent boy. She inhaled deeply; the sent of his fear was so pure, so sweet. She let her breath out slowly, making the boy tremble. She sat like this for a moment, savoring her feeling of absolute power. She dragged her tongue over the skin of his neck, an enzyme in her saliva mildly numbing the skin, before sinking her fangs deeply into his warm soft flesh.
The boy whimpered softly as he felt her bite down harder. 'She is one of them.' His panicked mind thought. 'I have to get away, I can't die like this.' He closed his eyes tightly his world spinning. He could only vaguely hear someone shout and a sharp cry of pain before he was suddenly dropped to the concrete again.
Nightingale stood over the boy. Her right heel spike covered with blood, Cri lay a few feet away a deep wound in her left shoulder. Night healed the bite marks, which had begun to bleed, and helped the boy up. She quickly attempted to explain what had happened and apologized many times over.
Raven, just recovering from shock, ran over to Cri. Nightingale had kicked her hard enough to crack the bricks of the wall. 'Why am I not surprised?' She thought to herself. The dhampir stirred slightly and lifted her head, pressing her palms against her temples. "Oh my head…What happened? I feel like I just ran into a brick wall at sixty miles per hour." Raven glanced over at Night who was desperately apologizing to the boy. "More likely it was a little over a hundred."
Cri looked up at Raven, a puzzled expression on her face. "I-I think I remember now…I" Her eyes widened and she looks around tears stinging the corners of her eyes. "My bloodlust…I lost control, I can't believe I lost control!" She pulled her legs up to her chest and buried her face in her knees, crying silently.
Raven knelt next to her and hesitated for a moment before resting a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay Cri…No one was seriously hurt…Except maybe for you." She gently touched the shoulder that Nightingale's heel spike had punctured her shoulder. It wasn't bleeding much but it had torn muscle and was deep enough to hit bone.
Cri reached up and touched the wound, wincing. She looked over at her shoulder, sighed and dropped her head onto her knees again. "I deserve worse…A lot worse" Raven's eyes narrowed. "Why do you say that? You didn't do any damage…" Cri whipped her head around and looked at the empath. Her eyes seemed to burn with blue fire. "I could have killed him Raven! I can't afford to loose control ever. What if Nightingale wasn't here? He would be dead, that's right Raven, dead! And it would be my fault…" Cri's eyes softened again and she rested her head back onto her knees.
Raven almost pulled back. She gave Cri's shoulder a soft squeeze. "I understand how you feel. Maybe not exactly but…" Raven's voice trailed off and Cri looked up at her, her eyes slowly returning to their normal soft caring self. She forced a smile and nodded at the empath. "Thanks."
Cri shakily stood up and walked over to the boy who shrank back from her. "I am truly sorry," she said bowing slightly. "But the way you were acting made me feel similar to a person who has spent 3 days in the desert without anything to drink and there being a barrel of water in front of them. I know it's a stupid analogy but it's the only thing I can think of at the time." She reached into her pocket and pressed something into his hand. "Please accept this with my apologies." She motioned for Nightingale and they both took off together Raven, after a moment's hesitation, followed.
The boy watched them go, still badly shaken. He looked down into his hand. It was a half dollar sized, oval, blood red ruby amulet. It was set into an obsidian base with two bat wings coming out of either side. The areas of bone structure on the wings were lined with silver. It must have been carved out of one piece because he found no markings where the bat wings attached themselves to the backing. He was still admiring the detail of the amulet when he heard a scream echo through the streets, not even a half block from where he was now.
Well that concludes this chapter. Sorry I took so long getting it out. I have been getting a little lazy with typing and all but I really haven't been getting that many reviews so If you really like this story and know someone else who would also like it SEND IT TOO THEM AND ASK THEM TO REVIEW. It would mean the world to me. And everyone who does gets a free cookie:holds up a giant cookie as big as a trash can lid: Help me out here!