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Review Submitted By Anonymous: ummm...i love your story and all, but i think you should focus more on Rose being strigoi then some random strigoi's past. Two chapters was enough about her.
Okay, First Of All, Thanks For The Review (: I'm Thinking That Some Of You Are Wondering About Why I'm Focusing About Ashleigh's Past. TRUST ME. It'll Make Sense In The End. You Need To Know What Happened To Her So You Can Know What's Going On Later On. And Secondly, I'm Thinking About Combining The Chapters Focusing On Her And Putting Into One BIG Chapter , Just Cause It's Easier.
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~Previously~
I got to my feet, not without struggle, and made my way to the door, following after Lady Ramla. I put one foot through the door and was met by a staircase. I looked down and saw that it was a very long staircase. Lyna closed the door and covered it with the carpet behind us, leaving darkness ahead of us.
It was pitch-dark in the corridor, even my strigoi eyes, accustomed to darkness found it hard to see. We've only been descending the never-ending staircase for about two minutes when I finally choked out something.
"Where are we going?" It only resulted in the chains around my neck to tighten.
"Where he won't find us." Mariya said from behind me. That still wasn't enough answers for me.
"Who the hell is this person you keep talking about! Why does he concern me?" My voice started to rise. I was beyond mad now, I am completely frustrated and furious. Unfortunately, I couldn't do anything against these charmed chains. The pains from my neck was suddenly rushed to my wrists, now bound behind my back with chains. I hissed and growled in pain as it burned me. I'm going to kill them all... Painfully. I'll savour the moments.
"Alright, we're here. Mariya, keep a good hold on her, we don't want her running off." Even though I couldn't see anyone talking in this darkness, I could tell by their high-pitched voice that it was Lyna who spoke. She is clearly the leader in this little... 'operation'. It was either her or Mariya.
But it doesn't make sense that Mariya would be the leader, she's a dhampir. Lyna is clearly a moroi, you could tell by her tall, slender body. I thought Lady Ramla was human, up until now of course. She doesn't look like she aged a day since I last saw her! I'm going to have to find out what she is...
There was clanking noises echoing throughout the corridor. I could just barely make out Lyna pushing herself against the wall in various different places. What the hell is she doing? After a couple seconds, I came to a conclusion that she was going crazy, losing her mind. I'm with a peanut gallery, people who should be in the looney bin. Great, just great. I should at least suspected that much. That the people who kidnapped me would be total nut-cases.
Suddenly, there was rays of light coming from underneath the stone wall that Lyna was practically humping. Oh.. She was trying to open a hidden door.. I feel stupid. The stone door swung open and we stepped into a cellar, a dungeon. And when I say dungeon, I mean dungeon. The kind that are in fairy tales. You know, the ones that have chains hanging on the walls with shackles.
They don't plan on keeping me here do they? I'll have to do something quick...this place smells disgusting.
Mariya tightened her grip on me as she led me to the shackles in the far, right corner. Oh God.. PLEASE tell me they're not going to put me in those things. That's enough. I've had enough. Shit is hitting the fan..
Lady Ramla walked over to the corner and grabbed the shackles as Mariya turned around. All the while, bringing the shackles up to my wrists behind my back. Of course, probably without realizing it, Mariya had loosened her grip on the chains around my neck and wrists. That was the precise moment I chose to attack.
I yanked my hands out from behind my back and brought them to the chains around my neck, pulling hard to loosen them even more. It hurt like a bitch, and caused my hands to burn and blister. A little sacrifice is necessary.. Plus I could already feel my neck start to heal from the chains, so it will take no time in the world for my hands to heal themselves.
Still holding on to the chains, I tugged them over my head, sending a flying Mariya into one of the stone walls, hitting her head and causing blood to come out. Which of course, made my throat BURN.
I could see a big, ball of fire coming straight at my head from the corner of my eye and stepped easily to the side, dodging it. Then running to the door that we had just came through, in hopes of getting out and away from this hell hole. Of course, I had no such luck.
When I reached for the handle on the giant, stone door, it burst into flames. Flames, that I did not want to touch. I've had enough heat for today, thank you very much.
I turned around and stalked towards Lyna. Obviously she's the one who was causing the fire to spout everywhere. But that's only by judging how her hands are placed in front of her, palms out towards me.
Fireballs spouted out of her hand towards me at an alarming speed. I was just able to dodge them, until one humongous one came straight towards my head. And then it was all black.
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I woke up with an INSANE headache. I've never once experienced a headache before in my new life, and I'm glad I never did, I'm pretty sure I would have shot myself. Not that I could now, because I can't at the moment. Considering I could feel my hands are now in the manacles against the wall, the metal burning into my flesh.
Do they infuse everything with fire? I am suddenly ignited with rage, bewilderment and a thousand different questions and no answers.
Why am I being kidnapped in the first place? I don't even know these people! With the exception of Lady Ramla, who I still wonder about how she hasn't aged a day since I last saw her, which could be a couple hundred years or so. What are these special fire powers that Lyna possesses but the others don't? How could I have been taken out so quickly? And easily? Who is this man they keep talking about? And more importantly, where am I? I finally open my eyes to observe my surroundings.
I'm still in the same dungeon as before. There is no light whatsoever with the exception of a torch lightened across the room. I now have a passionate hate for fire thanks to my kidnappers and I wish I could go over there and spit on fire to put it out.
I don't know how long I sat there, in the corner on the cold, stone ground. I lost track of time until I saw a light come out from underneath the stone door. Then in came one of my favourite people, Lady Ramla. At least it wasn't Lyna...
She stood on the other side of the room as me, not daring to come any closer. She was probably thinking that I would attack her the second I got the chance to again. Well, she's right, I would. There was no words spoken between us, just watching each other. Surprisingly, she was the one who broke the silence.
"Hello, Azar. It's nice to see you again." She said politely, eyes hardened and completely serious.
I scoffed at her, "Wish I could say the same, prophetess."
Her eyes narrowed when I addressed her by her old title, looking like a cat, about to pounce on it's prey.
"I'm pretty positive you are wondering about how I haven't aged a day since you last saw me. I'll give you the satisfaction of knowing how. It won't make much of a difference anyways, you'll be dead soon enough anyways."
This time it was my turn to have my eyes narrow. I was wondering what they were going to do to me.. I can't say this didn't surprise me, though. I knew something was going to be done to me along those lines. I just didn't want to die, I have so much to do, so much to see. I especially want to go to North America, Canada especially. I heard there's a pretty big group of strigoi hunting moroi up in Winnipeg. Father and I were going to join them in a couple years, I've been looking forward to it ever since. But, kill me? Why do they want me in the first place? I'll ask her later, after she is done telling me the mystery to her appearance. I've been waiting this whole time to get answers, I'm not going to let my big mouth get in the way of it.
Lady Ramla slides down to sit on the ground, back against the wall. All the while, her eyes never leaving mine, piercing right through me.
"Moroi have ancient magic in them. I'm sure you might have realized this before, Lyna is Moroi. Also, she can control the element, fire."
Then the gears started turning in my head. The puzzle pieces went together instantly, I was right, the fire was coming from her. Lady Ramla didn't leave me to my thoughts for no more that three seconds before she continued on.
"Some Moroi possess these powers, but not all of them. There are five elements that they can possess. Fire, Earth, Air, Water, and Spirit. I'm sure they're all self-explanatory about what they do, but the last one, spirit, is very complicated. I don't know much about it myself. The night that we were under attack, there were no more than ten men come into the temple. Of course, they were strigoi, but I didn't know that before. I didn't know that they had supernatural abilities. Abilities that allowed them to toss us around like pieces of paper."
She stopped to take a few deep breathes, I could tell she had trouble speaking about what happened. I just don't see the big deal, so what, there were strigoi. But, how did she get left alive? I would have thought she would have been awakened at least...
"I was killed that night, Azar. Only one of the men came forward, eyes as red as fresh blood. He took me in his arms, and as much as I struggled, I couldn't get away from his grip. His teeth sunk into my neck and I blacked out" She shuddered. "I woke up with immense powers, the ones that you have now. I was turned strigoi."
Holy SHIT. My mind can't even process this information. So, she was turned the night of the attack, just as I had been. But, how is she here right now? Not strigoi? This doesn't make any sense at all! I was about to ask her how she isn't strigoi anymore, but she cut me off.
"After a couple hundred years of killing innocents, I ran into a man. There was something about his blood, it was almost calling to me. I could smell it, it smelled amazing. Completely, and utterly delicious. And I wanted it, so I followed him through the town we were in, I didn't think he knew I was following him. Somehow, he did. And before I had time to react, there was a pain in my chest, but dissolved to something beautiful. He had staked my right in my heart, with a stake. But it wasn't any ordinary stake, it was a stake infused with spirit. There was a flash of white, blinding light.
Next thing I knew, I was on the ground crying my eyes out, completely back to normal. My heightened senses were gone, I was back to being a dhampir again. As for the man, he must have taken off after he had staked me. I never found out his name or why he was there, he just, disappeared. I never saw him again. All I know is that I am completely indebted to this man, a man who I don't know."
Holy shit. This is just weird! So, there was somehow, a way to turn strigoi back to their original form. My eyes started to well up with tears. Not from her story, it was the thought of me losing everything. No more power, no more freedom. My eyes widened in fear. I don't want this taken away from me!
Lady Ramla just sat there, wiping at her tears that were silently making their way down her face, I couldn't help but pity her. Pity her for what she had lost, the beauty of what she had lost. She could have been on top of the world right now, doing anything she wanted, like I am with father.
"I had contemplated on finding someone who possesses spirit to start healing those who are lost to this world. The ones who were turned against their will, I could rid this world of abominations. Save the people of furthering their grief and sadness of killing innocents, all those people..." Her voice ended in a whisper.
I laughed, full out laughed. My stomach started to hurt after a while, so it died down to a chuckle. Now this is comical.
"What's so funny, dare I ask?" She inquired, face flushing with anger. She is clearly upset about me laughing at her while she shared her 'troubling' story. The thought actually just made me laugh harder.
"How could you not miss this? And.. Abominations? Are you mental? You have to be mental to not wish you had this. The power... It's truly fantastic. Killing innocents? I'm sorry, but who really cares about that?"
Her eyes were as small as beads as I spoke, her face getting redder, by the time I was done talking, I could have mistaken her as a tomato.
"Once you are freed from your blood lust, you begin to realize all the sinful things you've done. The people, families you hurt. The horror you've done." She spitted out at me. Before she could get anything else out, the door swung open with such power, the rocks began to break and crumple to the floor. There was a shadowy figure standing in the doorway, though I couldn't see due to lack of light.
As the figure came forward, I gasped as his face reached the light. Father!
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I don't understand... Why is Father here? Better question, was he looking for me? I know I've been gone for a couple days at least. Stuck in this dungeon.. with no blood.
He instantly came to my side, crouching down right in front of me, "Azar, my dear, are you alright?"
I nodded, letting him know I was alright. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a big, ball of swirling red, orange, and yellow come straight towards Father and I.
"Father! Look out!" I was expecting him to get out of the way, instead, he put his arms around me, shielding me from the ball of fire, coming straight at us. The heat intensified as it came closer. I felt Father's body shift against mine, knowing that the ball had hit him. My eyes are wide in confusion and bewilderment. Why..? Why would he save me? Why did he sacrifice himself for me?
"I need you." He murmured against my shoulder, as if reading my mind. "For the future, our future."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he was on his feet again, facing our new visitors, Lyna and Mariya. He had his back to me, and gosh, was it pretty. His entire black was charred and burned, a hole put into his shirt, leaving his bare back. Some of the skin had been burned away, but it would take no time for it to heal. It must have hurt...
I was brought out of my thoughts by a snarl, "Why do you have my daughter? Who are you?" He stood protectively in front of me, and was clearly not going to let them go without punishment. I was about to laugh, but cut myself short, this was not the time to be laughing, not when big ol' daddy is pissed.
"Why do you protect her? Your kind do not feel love, compassion! You are vile creatures who feel nothing but satisfaction in killing others, the blood lust." Lyna shouted at Father. Mariya was standing just next to her, a gleaming stake in her hands and who knows what underneath that leather jacket. She came prepared for a fight. Hell, she's probably always ready for a fight.
"Don't misunderstand, little girls. I do not protect her out of love. She's my only blood. She's mine." He snarled back. I know I should be mad for being addressed as an object and being owned, but when Father is saying it, it feels right. I finally cleared my throat, trying to get Father to get my out of these annoying shackles, which were still burning my wrists.
"WHY?" He roared. My eyes widened. Shit's hitting the fan...
Mariya smirked, "We work for Malikov, he sent us." Father only stiffened. Malikov... From what I remember Father telling me, he had business with him here, that's why we came in the first place. Apparently they have had issues in business for a long time. He had backed out of a big deal recently, making Father furious. I don't know the details... Only what Father tells me, which is very summarized since he doesn't want me to get involved yet. Now I know why...
Father let out a soft chuckle, but then escalated into a booming laugh which echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls. "Hah! That's good! Well ladies, your services are no longer needed, consider yourselves fired, and you won't be getting paid." A smile pulled at his lips.
"What do you mean? Who are you to tell us what to do? We only listen to Malikov and Malikov only." Lyna said defiantly, chin up. What a snobby little brat..
"Well..." Father started, "I had another little, 'business meeting' with Malikov today. I just so happened to squeeze a little information out of him. After that, I no longer had any use of him, so I killed him, decapitated."
Lyna, Mariya, and Lady Ramla gasped in shock, they clearly weren't expecting that. Their whispers echoed through the room.
"How?"
"What?"
"What Now?
"How it that possible?"
Father chuckled once again, all three of the girls stiffened. After hearing the news about their boss, they are afraid now. Father can take down anyone. He runs the show. If only these girls knew that... now they are all doomed.
He took one step towards them, one menacing step. The rest of them took one step back, their eyes filled with fear. Good. Deserves them right... I realized that Father's going to kill them.
"NO!" I yelled as he took another step towards them. "Don't Kill Them!" All eight eyes turned to me, filled with confusion. "I want to do it..."
The confusion was replaced with different emotions. Father;s eyes were hard, no emotion seeping through them, but he took a step back, which I took as a good sign.
He took a couple strides towards me and broke the shackles, burning his hands in the process. I brought my arms back down to my sides and stood up from the ground, standing beside my father, who was a good foot or two feet taller than me. I looked him in the eye and he nodded me forward.
With a smile tugging at the corner of my lips, I stalked forwards. Still shaken with fear, the three girls looked nervously at each other, but they were not cowering in fear like I had hoped they were. They underestimate me... Well I'll show them. A silent message seemed to pass in between them. They are planning something. I know it.
I took another step towards them, slowly this time. I want to savour the moments I had with them, shredding them. They need to pay for what they've done to me, a lot.
I could see them physically shake with fear. They each took a wobbly step backwards, inching towards the door. They know how this is going to end. There are two powerful strigoi in the room. Against what? A fire user, a prophetess, and a strong dhampir? Pfft. They've got nothing on me.
This must be the part I was waiting for, because dozens of fireballs came flying towards my head, which I neatly dodged. Who do they think I am? The underestimate me too much.
In one swift motion, I lunge at Lyna and sink my probing teeth into the nape of her neck. Oh! What a wonderful taste! This definitely beats dhampir blood by a long shot. She struggled in my arms for a few moments, but the went limp in my arms when the endorphins kicked in. I drank her dry in under ten seconds. Man, I was thirsty.
When I looked up, I noticed that there were only two other people int he room, other than myself. Only Father and Mariya stood in the dungeon. Looks like Lady Ramla took off... Doesn't matter though, I'll be coming after her shortly. Mariya stood a few feet ahead of me confidently, her chin up high and wooden stake at her side. But her eyes gave away her strong, warrior facade. They were not fierce as a warriors should be. They were filled with worry and terror. A bead of sweat creeped down the side of her face.
To be honest, I was really expecting more of a fight in her. So I was really disappointed when I launched myself at her and threw her into a wall, slamming her head on the stone. I wanted to take a little more time with her though, since she was always the one with the chains around my neck.
She was still conscious, her eyes wide in surprise and pain. I slowly made my way over to her and bent down so I was at her eyes level. I took one of her shaky hands into mine. I didn't have to say anything to her, I would just slowly begin to torture her until she begged for mercy.
I took her pointer finger first, looked into her eyes, and bent. Her piercing scream echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls. It was like music to my ears. Even a deaf man would be able to hear the pain in it.
"No..." She panted softly. My grin pulled at my lips once again as I took her middle finger, and bent. Her screams were pleasant, but not what I wanted to come out of her mouth. I wanted her to be begging for me to stop. For her to say 'I have a family at home' or 'I can't die yet', just like the others had said, right before I killed them. But no, this one will be a tough one. One by one, I broke each one of her fingers. With each one I broke, another yelp in agony would come out of her mouth, but still not what I really wanted.
At last, I took her shoulder in between my two hands, her eyes went wide, she knew what I was going to do. A blood-curdling scream came out of her mouth and I grinned like a Cheshire cat at what she said next.
"Please, Please stop. It hurts, it hurts." She panted out to me. I figured it was good enough, considering I have to find Lady Ramla before she runs off somewhere I can't find her. There's no way in hell I'm letting her get away. So in one twist in the wrist, I snapped Mariya's neck, her eyes going off somewhere distant. It's unfortunate that I couldn't spend more time with her..
I completely forgot that Father was still in the room until he cleared his throat.
"Well, I'll leave to to business here, I have to go meet up with representatives from the group up in Canada, I'll come find you later little fire." He nodded to me then took off.
I went back up the huge staircase that lead to the house I first saw my kidnappers in. Luckily for me, Lady Ramla didn't leave too long ago so I could pick up a scent of her trail. Let's have fun. I ran out the door and followed the trail quickly, I wanted to drain her dry. I wonder what would happen if I drank a prophetess's blood, will I get a special power like the moroi do?
At last, it lead to a small park with stone benches and little ponds with big, oak trees surrounding it's perimeter. And then I smelled blood. And then my vision went red when I realized who's blood it was. Oh, no you didn't.
"DON'T YOU DARE!" I screamed at her. She had a long, gleaming knife in her hands, lined right up next to her heart, ready to strike. I wanted the satisfaction of killing her, she's mine to kill.
And then the knife went into her chest, leaving her gasping and crumpling to the ground. Also making me scream in rage, "YOU BITCH! HOW DARE YOU!YOU WERE MINE!"
Fine then.. You'll pay for what you've done. Your precious 'innocents' don't know what's coming to them.
In my fit of rage and anguish, I set off and killed most of the town. At first I just saw a stranger walking by the park. I took out my anger on him by splitting his body into two pieces, separating his torso from his legs. And luckily for me, I was overflowing with this feeling. The satisfaction of seeing someone die at my hands, it was thrilling.
I entered people's homes that night, on a killing spree. Most of the people were big families, with children and babies. Young blood always tasted more appealing than most.. I kept going until the feeling had mostly passed, all anger seeped away with the blood being pooled. That night, I killed over one hundred 'innocent' people, about three quarters of the town.
And boy, did it feel good...
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