p id="docs-internal-guid-0cadcfff-0f09-0934-f45b-1402848026eb" dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"It's quiet in my cage. The loudest noise is the constant drip of water forming small puddles on the ground. The darkness is consuming every inch of the air-tight room. If I were human, I would be completely blind, but I am not. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The night is an old friend of mine. I go where the dark goes. We rise and fall as one. It knows me better than anyone else. When it comes I greet it with earnestness and when it goes, so does my spirit. Because of my devotion, it has granted me sight. I can peer through the depths that are untouched by light. I wonder if the darkness would be as comforting if I were human. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I try to imagine how a mortal would feel in my place. Would they be frightened by seeing the rusting bars of the cage? Would the mold growing on every surface cause their weak hearts to start racing? Or is their fear linked to their lack of sight? I have found that many animals often feel calmer when they cannot see. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"My train of thought is interrupted by the large silver door creaking open and the sound of two beings making their way to my confines. I can see them clearly as they lumber towards me. Their large towering frames are most likely an attempt to intimidate my own smaller one. I resist the urge to smirk at their poor attempt as they start to unlock the door and keep my face carefully blank. To show emotion is to give your opposition power. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I don't fight back as they grab onto my body, hoist me up off the floor, and wrap my limbs in silver. I observe, with a hint of satisfaction, that they have covered themselves almost completely to prevent the metal from burning into their skin like it is mine. I cannot even make out their features to identify them. They don't say a word as they tie my body tightly. If I were still living, I doubt I would still have feelings in my arms. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I can feel the silver begin to melt my skin as the seconds tick by. I can hear myself sizzling and the smell of my cooking flesh reaches my nose. I refuse to react as they shove me towards the door. I would rather meet true death than have others see weakness. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The cheers and jeers of the crowd pierce my ears as I am dragged from the basement in which I was held. I have attended many executions during my long life. I was present at a large number of them during the French Revolution, the witch trials, the overthrowing of empires, and many wars. It is different being the one that is walking towards death, especially when you are normally the cause of it./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I hold my head high as I walk through the crowd. I don't even allow them the pleasure of being the last faces I am to see as I stare straight ahead. If I am to walk towards death, I will do it with dignity. I won't argue, or beg, or scream, or cry. I refuse to bow down or submit. I won't let them see vulnerability, even at the end. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I can recognize the voices whispering, yelling, and crying out all around me. From the newly turned to those who have walked the earth for thousands of years. They speak hundreds of different languages, all of which I can understand. It is a skill I have prided myself over. They are excited as my kind often is when death is in the air./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I reach the front of the mob and my eyes land on my maker kneeling on the ground sporting the same chains as myself. My one companion throughout my endless days. The one behind my pain and suffering. The reason I am being escorted to the executioner's block is. I can't find it in myself to feel angry. I am not afraid to die. I already have once before. The only difference now is that I won't reawaken. I find that I am not bothered by my fate. It doesn't stir the hatred that has festered inside me for so many years. It almost doesn't even process in my mind that this is my punishment. It feels more like a gift. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I have never seen him kneel for another being. He always made it a point to be in charge. Dominating those around him is his specialty. Long ago, I even witnessed those older than him submit to his will. He is powerful and unwavering like a mountain and as chaotic and violent as the sea. Nothing can satiate him. Never will he be truly satisfied. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I have felt his rage rip through our bond since we were first taken. It has not diminished in the slightest since our capture and I doubt it will until either he exacts his will or he meets the true death. Once I am next to my creator, my knees are kicked out from under me. I allow them to slam onto the concrete but I keep my eyes in front of me. Although the Magister is of higher rank, I am much older than she. A youngling such as herself will not get to see one so ancient lower their gaze in her presence. I can feel the same defiance mirrored from my maker and I can tell that it displeases her greatly. She is going to make us suffer as much as legally allowed. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I allow my eyes to wander briefly over my surroundings before snapping them back to the Magister's face. Is this where I must perish? The scenery is more humiliating than being forced to my knees as my skin melts from my bones from the silver. We are in a parking lot located in what the mortals would call 'the bad part of town.' There are trash cans scattered around that are overflowing. Run-down cars are placed at random with broken windows and dented hoods. I can even spot a few of the trash cans filling with the flow and smoke of fire. I cannot sense any signs of life beyond the horde of vampires. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The worst part is that I cannot even see the stars. I always told myself that if I were to die, I would do it under the same sky I was reborn under. I would be able to look upon it and see the constellations I spotted all those years ago when I first emerged. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Now that everyone is present, let's begin," starts the Magister. She was known to be exceptionally cruel in her dealings. She seemed to have a thirst for death but because of her position, she can never quench this thirst without being on the chopping block herself. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The crowd falls quiet as she speaks. This trial is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It isn't every day two ancients are forced to face judgment. I can feel all of their eyes pressing into me as they analyze us. Although we are linked through blood, our differing appearances are startling. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"My maker wore a dark extravagant suit. He has always held expensive tastes. His dark hair was neatly cut and styled. There wasn't a hair out of place despite the situation we found ourselves in. There isn't a spec of dirt marring his face /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"My clothes are torn and stained with blood. They are a simple tunic and pants. Clothes mortals have not worn in many centuries. My hair is intricately woven into braids to represent past victories. Although, I haven't added any in a great many years. I have run out of hair to weave long ago. I can feel strands of my hair tickle my face as they have been slowly untangling. Dirt and mud have been caked over my body in varying shades of brown and bloodied red. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Madoc, you stand on trial for your many transgressions against the Authority. The list includes the murder of many of your kind, the near exposure of vampire kind before the great revelation, the murder of AVL officials, killing humans that have been claimed, keeping a human farm, and the murder of your progenies. I do not doubt that many more crimes have not been listed." Her eyes seemed to light up more and more as the list continued. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"In my peripheral, I see the same shine light up my maker's eyes. The one that craves destruction and death. As she spoke, a smirk started growing on his face. I learned long ago that he is unable to show guilt or remorse. He left those emotions along with his humanity if he even possessed them in the first place. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""What do you have to say in your defense?" She questions. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""The crimes you have listed were not committed by me," he states confidently. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Well then, I'm sure everyone present would just /spanspan style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"love /spanspan style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"to hear the name of the culprit." She folds her perfectly manicured hands together and begins to lean forward as if to appear more invested./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""All of the previously mentioned actions were done by the one kneeling next to me." Her eyes flicked to me as he spoke and her blood-red lips pulled back into a smirk. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Is that so?" /span/p
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p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"Author's Note:/p
p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"Hellooooooo people, I decided to write this story because I keep on searching for True Blood Fanfictions that don't exist. If I can't read it, I might as well write it myself for someone else to enjoy. I have another True Blood story that is not finished at all! I haven't updated it in a hot minute but I plan to in the future. Please let me know what you guys think!/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The night is an old friend of mine. I go where the dark goes. We rise and fall as one. It knows me better than anyone else. When it comes I greet it with earnestness and when it goes, so does my spirit. Because of my devotion, it has granted me sight. I can peer through the depths that are untouched by light. I wonder if the darkness would be as comforting if I were human. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I try to imagine how a mortal would feel in my place. Would they be frightened by seeing the rusting bars of the cage? Would the mold growing on every surface cause their weak hearts to start racing? Or is their fear linked to their lack of sight? I have found that many animals often feel calmer when they cannot see. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"My train of thought is interrupted by the large silver door creaking open and the sound of two beings making their way to my confines. I can see them clearly as they lumber towards me. Their large towering frames are most likely an attempt to intimidate my own smaller one. I resist the urge to smirk at their poor attempt as they start to unlock the door and keep my face carefully blank. To show emotion is to give your opposition power. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I don't fight back as they grab onto my body, hoist me up off the floor, and wrap my limbs in silver. I observe, with a hint of satisfaction, that they have covered themselves almost completely to prevent the metal from burning into their skin like it is mine. I cannot even make out their features to identify them. They don't say a word as they tie my body tightly. If I were still living, I doubt I would still have feelings in my arms. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I can feel the silver begin to melt my skin as the seconds tick by. I can hear myself sizzling and the smell of my cooking flesh reaches my nose. I refuse to react as they shove me towards the door. I would rather meet true death than have others see weakness. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The cheers and jeers of the crowd pierce my ears as I am dragged from the basement in which I was held. I have attended many executions during my long life. I was present at a large number of them during the French Revolution, the witch trials, the overthrowing of empires, and many wars. It is different being the one that is walking towards death, especially when you are normally the cause of it./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I hold my head high as I walk through the crowd. I don't even allow them the pleasure of being the last faces I am to see as I stare straight ahead. If I am to walk towards death, I will do it with dignity. I won't argue, or beg, or scream, or cry. I refuse to bow down or submit. I won't let them see vulnerability, even at the end. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I can recognize the voices whispering, yelling, and crying out all around me. From the newly turned to those who have walked the earth for thousands of years. They speak hundreds of different languages, all of which I can understand. It is a skill I have prided myself over. They are excited as my kind often is when death is in the air./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I reach the front of the mob and my eyes land on my maker kneeling on the ground sporting the same chains as myself. My one companion throughout my endless days. The one behind my pain and suffering. The reason I am being escorted to the executioner's block is. I can't find it in myself to feel angry. I am not afraid to die. I already have once before. The only difference now is that I won't reawaken. I find that I am not bothered by my fate. It doesn't stir the hatred that has festered inside me for so many years. It almost doesn't even process in my mind that this is my punishment. It feels more like a gift. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I have never seen him kneel for another being. He always made it a point to be in charge. Dominating those around him is his specialty. Long ago, I even witnessed those older than him submit to his will. He is powerful and unwavering like a mountain and as chaotic and violent as the sea. Nothing can satiate him. Never will he be truly satisfied. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I have felt his rage rip through our bond since we were first taken. It has not diminished in the slightest since our capture and I doubt it will until either he exacts his will or he meets the true death. Once I am next to my creator, my knees are kicked out from under me. I allow them to slam onto the concrete but I keep my eyes in front of me. Although the Magister is of higher rank, I am much older than she. A youngling such as herself will not get to see one so ancient lower their gaze in her presence. I can feel the same defiance mirrored from my maker and I can tell that it displeases her greatly. She is going to make us suffer as much as legally allowed. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I allow my eyes to wander briefly over my surroundings before snapping them back to the Magister's face. Is this where I must perish? The scenery is more humiliating than being forced to my knees as my skin melts from my bones from the silver. We are in a parking lot located in what the mortals would call 'the bad part of town.' There are trash cans scattered around that are overflowing. Run-down cars are placed at random with broken windows and dented hoods. I can even spot a few of the trash cans filling with the flow and smoke of fire. I cannot sense any signs of life beyond the horde of vampires. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The worst part is that I cannot even see the stars. I always told myself that if I were to die, I would do it under the same sky I was reborn under. I would be able to look upon it and see the constellations I spotted all those years ago when I first emerged. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Now that everyone is present, let's begin," starts the Magister. She was known to be exceptionally cruel in her dealings. She seemed to have a thirst for death but because of her position, she can never quench this thirst without being on the chopping block herself. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The crowd falls quiet as she speaks. This trial is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It isn't every day two ancients are forced to face judgment. I can feel all of their eyes pressing into me as they analyze us. Although we are linked through blood, our differing appearances are startling. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"My maker wore a dark extravagant suit. He has always held expensive tastes. His dark hair was neatly cut and styled. There wasn't a hair out of place despite the situation we found ourselves in. There isn't a spec of dirt marring his face /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"My clothes are torn and stained with blood. They are a simple tunic and pants. Clothes mortals have not worn in many centuries. My hair is intricately woven into braids to represent past victories. Although, I haven't added any in a great many years. I have run out of hair to weave long ago. I can feel strands of my hair tickle my face as they have been slowly untangling. Dirt and mud have been caked over my body in varying shades of brown and bloodied red. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Madoc, you stand on trial for your many transgressions against the Authority. The list includes the murder of many of your kind, the near exposure of vampire kind before the great revelation, the murder of AVL officials, killing humans that have been claimed, keeping a human farm, and the murder of your progenies. I do not doubt that many more crimes have not been listed." Her eyes seemed to light up more and more as the list continued. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"In my peripheral, I see the same shine light up my maker's eyes. The one that craves destruction and death. As she spoke, a smirk started growing on his face. I learned long ago that he is unable to show guilt or remorse. He left those emotions along with his humanity if he even possessed them in the first place. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""What do you have to say in your defense?" She questions. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""The crimes you have listed were not committed by me," he states confidently. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Well then, I'm sure everyone present would just /spanspan style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"love /spanspan style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"to hear the name of the culprit." She folds her perfectly manicured hands together and begins to lean forward as if to appear more invested./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""All of the previously mentioned actions were done by the one kneeling next to me." Her eyes flicked to me as he spoke and her blood-red lips pulled back into a smirk. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Is that so?" /span/p
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p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"Author's Note:/p
p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; caret-color: #2a2a2a; color: #2a2a2a;"Hellooooooo people, I decided to write this story because I keep on searching for True Blood Fanfictions that don't exist. If I can't read it, I might as well write it myself for someone else to enjoy. I have another True Blood story that is not finished at all! I haven't updated it in a hot minute but I plan to in the future. Please let me know what you guys think!/p