Disclaimer: Don't own anything....these are so stupid.....
Anya's slender sword flew in an upward arch across the belly of the male Death Dealer before her. The vampire stupid enough to look down at the long gash in his stomach giving Anya the opening she had been waiting for. She slashed at his sword hand, severing it, and as he howeled in pain she severed his head in one swift movement. Taking no time to celebrate her victory, Anya turned around her only to find mmangled bodies at her feet. No one had been left alive. Anya dropped her sword in anguish and began to survey the bodies. There, by the shades of a great tree lay Sabas, evidence of silver poisoning in his portruding, bluish veins. A great sob escaped Anya as she walked further to find the ravaged body of Raze, one of her greatest friends, nay her only friend in the lycan army. Her eyes rested on him but a moment longer then frenzied began to look for the one whom she could not bear to lose. She searched for waht seemed like an eternity until she found her lover, Lucian lord of the lycans, dead. Her piercing scream was heard throughout the forest surrounding Cachtice as she fell to her knees and grabbed a nearby sword of silver to take her own life.
Still screaming her pain, Anya sat up on her bed, clutching the damp sheets to her body not yet realizing that it had been a dream. Lucian awoke beside her and began to soothe her, telling her, as he always did, that it had been only a dream. Hoarse and exhausted, Anya lay her head on Lucian's shoulder and let him hold her tightly to him.
"It's alright. It wasn't real," his voice, raspy from sleep, repeated over and over. When her breathing once again became even he asked, "The same dream as before?"
Anya then pulled away from him and looked away, nodding her head. Lucian sighed, not knowing what was left to be said. "Anya we have talked of this. This fear is unreasonable, we may very well be the victors of this war." Anya scoffed angirly throwing the covers from her body and leaving the warmth of heir bed.
"I never thought one of your traits, Lucian,to be stupidity," Anya turned to him once more. "Don't you see? The death dealer army grows by the day, while our numbers diminish. It is all we can do to defend ourselves here, much less take on the offensive against Amelia." For the female elder was now reigning over the vampire covens. "It is only a matter of time before the castle is breeched, and all our people destroyed."
"And what would you have me do?" he thundered. "Surrender?! Go into HIDING?!!" he made a disgusted face. "You would have us rinnung like cowards from the might of the vampire scum."
"And you would have us DIE at their hands!" Exasperated she sat on the edge of the bed with her hand at her brow. "There is no other way for us Lucian," she said in a softer voice. "It is over."
choosing to ignore her, as he always did when they reached this point in the familiar argument, Lucian lay back down on the bed and turned onto his side. "It is late, we should get some rest"
A tear spilled onto Anya's cheek but instead of returning to bed as she always did, she put on a crimson robe that hung on the back of a chair and headed to the courtyard, wanting to be alone.
Lucian turned to lie on his back with a sigh and stared at the ceiling, knowing that she was right, but unable to accept their impending doom.
Anya paced in the courtyard, angry tears running down her cheeks as she cursed her love for his stubborn ways. She was so into her thoughts that she did not hear Raze as he leaned back against the wall, his ice blue eyes watching her intently.
"What did he do this time?" Anya froze and hastily wiped at her tears before turning to face her friend.
"Oh, you mean besides being a stubborn pig and leading us all to our deaths? Nothing, he has done nothing at all." She looked angrily across the courtyard. "He will not listen to reason." Raze nodded sympathetically.
"I know, but honestly, do you think he has a choice?" He silenced her with a look as she tried to respond. "The men would not easily surrender the war, they have lost too many loved ones to the leeches."
"But surely if they understood..." Raze raised his eyebrow. "They would prefer to die fighting Anya, you know they would." Anya went to stand next to him and slid to the floor putting her face in her hands.
"Then what can we do?" She looked up at him, her dark eyes pleading for an answer. Raze stared back at her for a long while before responding. "There is a vampire, by the name of Kraven," he started, and Anya frowned, not understanding where he was going with this. "We have been watching him during the battles, he is a coward of the worst kind."
"And? What are you suggesting Raze?" He pressed his lips into a line before answering.
"Perhaps we should consider an alliance..." Anya's eyebrows rose and her eyes widened slightly at the intriguing idea. Perhaps there was a way out of this after all.
"Darling, I'm all ears."