Chapter Two: The Warning

Gabriel slowly approached me, invading my inner sanctum. If it was any other vampire besides him, I would have had him beheaded where he ignorantly stood. Peace between vampire and lycan kind is nonexistent, to say the least. Not to imply there is no truce. There have been dealings between the clans before, but to enter the territory of another is... taboo. We always select a location in unclaimed territory. This goes with dealings with the undead, as well.

I moved one girl out of the way and sat on the edge of the bed. I was tense due to his unexpected arrival. "Ah, Gabriel, my old friend. What has it been... 3—400 years?"

Gabriel got closer, but stopped upon reaching the bottom steps. I could see he was transformed. Wearing nothing but the bottom of a ragged robe and bandages on his arms. And that pissed me off. Long white hair, gray skin, red eyes, nails the length of claws—he seemed ready for battle.

"Gabriel. You would do well to remember your place." Is what I thought. What I wished desperately to say.

"Gabriel, why are you still transformed? We're all friends here." Is... what I did say.

"Transformed?" He asked, curiously.

"Um, yeah. You're in your non-human state. Why, dude?" I continued to keep it calm.

I don't hate Gabriel, but him transformed like that worried me. I was in no mood for a confrontation.

"Oh, excuse me, brother. It has been many years since I bore the human exterior." He explained. And my tension dissipated.

I laughed slightly. "I see. You had me worried for a little bit. You look like you're just itching for a fight."

He concentrated slightly. Grunting, and holding his arms up in fists as his body tensed. Kinda looked like he was constipated. That made me laugh inside my head.

A dark cloud appeared around him, and when it dispersed, it was like time reversed. He looked EXACTLY as he did in 1047. Even the Brotherhood's suit was still on him. Ah, the nostalgia. Vampires have come along way since the time of Carmilla 900 years ago. In human form, they look EXACTLY like humans. Skin tone and everything. And Gabriel was no different. He looked human.

"I bring you urgent news, Michael." Okay, this seemed important enough. Especially considering Gabriel coming out of his 400 year hiding.

"Here. Let's talk somewhere else." I got up and motioned for him to follow me.

We got closer to one of the prison cells, one which was guarded by two lycan body guards. They opened the cell door and I bent down and opened the trap door. It revealed a stair case, leading to a basement. Walking down, I flipped the light switch and, with a click, the lights turned on. Revealing a full bar, pool table, TV's, couches, the fucking works! My crowning achievement. An underground lycan bar. I was so proud. People were playing pool, we could hear the techno music coming from behind the black doors.

We sat down at one of the wooden tables, and a lycan waiter came up to take our order. Red khaki pants, white button down shirt and black vest. Yup. Typical butler look. But, I know for a fact, he was badass. His name was Gives. His look came from his time era, the 1800's. He has a thick black mustache and short jelled back black hair. But the two coolest things about this guy, were the eye patch that covered his left eye, and his fencing abilities. That's right. A lycan swordsman. Get at us.

"Would you like anything, my Lords?" He asked with his British accent.

"I'll take a Smirnoff Lime and get Gabriel a...?" I looked at him, tilting my head slightly, inquiring as to what he wanted.

"No ale for me."

"What a boring man." I thought. And with that, Gives walked away.

He came back not a second later with my drink.

I popped the cap, and bent back in my chair slightly. "Now, what's up?"

"What's up?" Gabriel seemed confused. I forgot he's been away for a few centuries... Talking may prove difficult.

"What is it you came to speak to me about?" I corrected my speech so he could comprehend.

"...Zobek paid me a little visit." His words stopped me in my tracks. I put my chair back down, sat my drink down, yet continued to hold it, and brought my head closer to him, lowering it slightly.

"Come again?" I spoke lowly, yet with tension in my voice.

"Yes. He spoke of Satan returning from the pits of Hell itself. He requires our assistance."

I scoffed at his mockery of a statement. I was NOT helping him. I don't care who threatens anything!

"You can go fuck yourself. No way in hell am I helping Zobek!" The man who made me immortal.

"He offers us freedom of our immortality. I surmise there must be new decedents who can bare the burden."

"Why is this my problem!" I sat back once more.

"Because if Satan comes back we are all doomed. Everyone is in danger. Everyone!" His words, however dismal, were true.

"Would you leave your clan to such a fate?" He pleaded me to help.

I tilted my head back and breathed deeply. The air pungent with the order of death and decay. ...How tired I have grown of this. This everlasting stagnancy.

Putting my head back down, I spoke.

"This... relief from immortality you mentioned. Is it true? Can it be real?" I sought an end to this boredom.

"Of that I am uncertain. It matters not to me, however." His statement confused me.

"Wait... what? You wouldn't take it?" I ask, completely baffled.

"No, I would not."

"Why not?" I moved closer, placing my chair down once more. "Aren't you tired of this? Don't you get sick of living?"

"I was sick of living in 1047, my brother." That's right... Marie.

"Then why?" I couldn't understand his reasoning.

"I do not trust Zobek with all the pieces. That same fear led me to originally storing Carmilla's fragment inside of myself. If Zobek were to acquire all of them who knows what would happen."

I sighed.

"Well, I don't exactly trust his offer, either. But one thing I do know is I will NOT leave my clan to suffer at the hands of Lucifer's minions." I'd die before I let that happen. "When will they attack?"

"That I do not know. Zobek only warned me his acolytes were preparing." His answer did not bode well.

"Ah, hell, I was bored anyway." I said shrugging my shoulders and acting nonchalantly. "I guess we have to prepare as well. But, we're gonna have to catch you up on modern times. You'll need to fit in for the time being. We'll need to contact the vampires and inform them of your... glorious return. How soon will you need to feed?"

"Soon..." He sounded saddened by his need to feed.

"Alright, can you fly to your clan?"

He seemed puzzled. "Fly?"

"Yeah. You know. With wings?" I shook my head, plainly stating that this shit should be obvious.

"I gave the three great relics to The Order." He explained.

"Don't you know anything?" I said, annoyed. I got up and approached a medieval candle holder mounted on the wall and pulled it down, opening a back exit.

"The Cyclone Boots, the Seraph Shoulders, and the Devil Mask. Correct?" He shook his head in agreement.

"The relics were given the power by the old Lords. The relics are mere imitations of our powers. The real power—lies within you. You just gotta figure out how to use it." I spoke quickly, motioning for Gabriel to get up so we could be on our way.

"We have no choice, we need to teach you HOW to be a vampire. We need help. ...We need her." Even I was intimidated by who we needed... but we had no alternatives.

"Spike?" I turned my head to call Spike, who I know has been ease dropping the whole time.

He walked out of the shadows. A stocky young man with sliver, colored of course, metal balls and an iron cross around his neck. Gray jeans and black sleeveless shirt with boots just like mine. Black spiked up hair, which gives him his nickname. He's actually my closet friend. He was one of my original friends I played knights with. ...That night I couldn't control my new found powers... I killed many people. But managed to only bite him. Turning him. We've been traveling together ever since. He's like a brother to me. And I'm like a little brother to him, so he's always watchful. His parents were actually the ones to take me in after my mother died. So calling us brothers really isn't that far off.

"Yes, Mike?" He asked, worried.

"You know who to call..." I said, dreading the outcome.

"No... Not her, Mikey. Just... please, not her." He was begging me

"We have no choice..." I picked my head up to look at him directly.

"Call... Laura."