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Author's note: Well, this is a story I am working on regarding two of my characters, seldom used in RP's. The two chapters will be a prologue to my story. This is a rough draft and is not to be considered the final work. The events depicted will be in the future, rather than the past where the story begins. What I seek is proper feedback and a reviews on what could be improved and what could be discarded. I did not put as much work into the scenes as I could of had, but it's the idea of a prologue that makes me wonder if it's good or not. Thanks guys! I will be posting just the three part intro.

Raven Meridius


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Draken Decumus.


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BRIEF SYNOPSIS AND DRAMATIS PERSONAE:

Alucardius: Once a vampire of the Order, Alucardius was a man of renown and glorious splendor. Due to troublesome issues with his vampiric wife, Alucardius was stripped of his position of power by his superiors. And thus became a rogue seeking to return to the clan’s good graces. He also fathered two vampiric children, Raven and Draken, whom he indoctrinates the ways of the Order.

Raven Meridius Vladmirius: Young eighteen year old Imperial. Under unnatural circumstances, she was born a vampire from her two immortal parents. Growing in a life of seclusion from the outside world, she kept herself busy with ancient books and texts of history. Raven was subject of admiration from her father, hate from brother, and scolded by her mother due to her knack for insidiousness and merciless demeanour. Growing up in a family later devoid of a mother figure, Raven became extremely manipulative and deceitful, becoming an expert in persuasion and skilled in the psychological entrapment. She harbors a strong desire for power and is a true megalomaniac.

Draken Decumus Vladmirius: The hot-headed, arrogant, bitter and wastrel son of Alucardius. Also born a vampire of Cyrodiilic blood. Unlike his sister, Draken was frowned upon by his father, and also was victim to Raven’s manipulative antics. Having strong ties to his mother at a young age, Draken was attached to his maternal figure. From the time he lost his mother, he became brash and hateful, fearing he was left alone. Growing up, Draken became careless and overconfident, yet gifted with an unbreakable determination and an iron will, trying to be free from his father’s strict ways and his sister’s deceptive nature. Much like Raven, Draken upholds the family value and seeks to obtain power. Also a known womanizer and harbors a draconian outlook on justice.

Verona:Wife of Alucardius, mother of Draken and Raven. She underwent a ritual with Molag Bal to bear vampiric offspring. Verona was a vampire in service of the Order for three centuries before she was accused of treason and betrayal, and sentenced to death.

Crassus: Vampire of the Order and friend of Alucardius. Crassus stands a high figure in the Imperial Legion, commanding numerous individual and subjects. Being a vampire, Crassus is sworn to keep the existence of the Order and their respected members a secret. He is responsible for erasing traces of vampires and also a major player in the power-games of the Order. Known for securing prisoners and beggars and using them as cattle in the lowest parts of the Imperial prison.

Maela(also known as Maesa) Sibylla Sextius: A beautiful blond-haired Imperial, apprentice to the Arch-Mage of the Arcane University. Known for her skilled use in alchemy. Becomes friends with Raven. Maela is involved in a Necromancer cult within the Mages Guild.

Sir Lentulus: A human nobleman. Influential and powerful, Lentulus is head of an organized crime in Cyrodiil. Having ties with the corrupt officers of the Legion, he secures illegal narcotics such as Moon-sugar and Skooma. Also has connections with thieves from Morrowind, whom he purchases ancient banned scrolls and manuscripts from the Tribunal. Also has two children after the third was murdered by Draken.

Regulus: Bald, Colovian vampire of the Order. Over two centuries old.



[i] STORY SO FAR:


Cyrodiil stands a prosperous province ever since the waning days of the Second Era. Being known as the heart of Empire, Cyrodiil became the seat of Imperial power and governance. Being a melting pot of the world, it was inhabited by a cornucopia of races from all corners of Tamriel. Unbeknown to most of the population, however, it housed the latest generation of vampires. The Order Vampyrum stood a civil tribe of vampires whom ousted and eradicated Cyrodiil’s original vampire inhabitants in clandestine warfare. Under the guise of mortal men and women, the vampires of the Order infiltrated politics and the highest seats of society to consolidate their own power and establish themselves as influential entrepreneurs, able to maintain secrecy amidst the population while pulling the strings of mortal kings and princes.

Among the members of the Order, Alucardius was an esteemed vampire who came to prominence at the end of the Second Era. Responsible for the annihilation of the barbaric clans of vampires in Cyrodiil, Alucardius was widely respected by the Order’s greatest members. Following the conquest, Alucardius came to marry a woman. Eventually, he came to father two offspring whom inherited the “Dark Gift”. As blessed as he considered himself to be, he soon lost his title and station when he unwillingly was responsible for a heinous crime to his kind.

Losing his privileges, Alucardius because a scheming rogue and a secretive man, forging relationships with key mortals of the highest echelon in society, namely a noble and crime lord known as Lentulus. Owning more land than most of the nobles and receiving banned manuscripts from Morrowind, Alucardius planned to use Lentulus to further his own agenda. He simultaneously used the purchased scrolls and books to increase his knowledge and that of his children, while also reinforcing his “friendship” with the nobleman. Having false pretense, Alucardius plans to purchase all of the land marks in key locations in Cyrodiil to form and construct hidden underground cattle cells for his vampire brethren, to facilitate feeding possibilities to those who would travel. This would serve to drop the death rate of civilians in the idea that the Order can further walk through the centuries of history undetected.

As his plotting begun, he sought to train his children, Draken and Raven, in his footsteps. With the absence of a mother figure, Alucardius raised the two with rigorous discipline in fear that his plans could potentially be hindered. Knowing his daughter was truly gifted with manipulative traits, he sought bring her into his sway, more so than his son whom he regarded as dispassionate. Alucardius took Raven to test her hunting capabilities in a social gathering in Skingrad.

During the absence of his father and sister, Draken also had traveled to a party in the Imperial City. Full of lust and hunger, he lured a young woman back to his abode where he later killed her. Feeling distraught for disobeying his father, Draken buried the corpse in the cemetery in the back of his home.

Following a successful kill, Raven returned home with her father, eager to continue on her lessons and training both physical and mentally. From expanding knowledge in philosophy to martial skills, both siblings were ready to begin their plans.

Raven, sensing her brother quiet and more secluded, sought to pester him with venomous words coated in honey, thus eventually able to make him confess. Distraught and angered, Raven seized the opportunity to forge a brief alliance with her brother in hopes of using him to aid her in her quest for power. Secretly knowing he was a potential scapegoat if her plans ever failed to blossom.

Draken, having no choice but to accept his sister’s offer for a mutual family partnership, joined arms with her in a secret plan to topple the Lentulus family and to rise as powerful members of society themselves. Knowing how manipulative Raven is, Draken played along with the idea, pitting his hopes on his determination to be dominant.

Taking the first steps of her carefully crafted scheme, Raven begun to seek membership in the Arcane University, where he hoped to get a foothold in the Empire’s magical and political dealings, as well as potentially meet allies and pawns in her game. Following her meeting with the Arch-Mage, Raven accompanied a young apprentice named Maela to gather alchemical ingredients. Both were ambushed by bandits later that night, and as skilled as the vampire was, she was defeated and kidnapped in the bandit’s hope for a ransom.

Not present during his sister’s disappearance, Draken became infuriated and sought to rescue in hopes of remaining in his father’s good graces, and among other things. Starving himself for four days, Draken became a walking monstrosity, but with a prowess and the efficiency he never before had the privilege of using. Draken came across one of the bandits, and was able to locate the headquarters in which his sister was being captive. Draken assaulted the bandit fort, and destroyed the camp in a merciless slaughter.

Raven, starved and near insanity, was able to escape her captives by seducing the guard and later killing the others. She was later reunited with her brother, who was able to return to the household safely. Upon reaching the manor, Draken and Raven met Crassus, a vampire of the Order. While there, they were verbally disciplined by Alucardius. Even so, Alucardius saw that Crassus took an interest in Draken’s destructive feat, and thus openly allowed Draken to freely pursue a career in the Legion if he proves himself capable. Raven, showing her worth, was given permission to go to the Arcane University, where her plans are soon to unravel.




Prologue: Part I


"There was but one tribe in Cyrodiil, a powerful clan who had ousted all other competitors, much like the Imperials themselves had done. Their true name was unknown, lost in history, but they were experts at concealment. If they kept themselves well-fed, they were indistinguishable from living persons. They were cultured, more civilized than the vampires of the provinces.”-Immortal Blood.


"Know first that we are no simple tribe of savages, tearing throats with the orgiastic abandon of our scattered, tribal brethren. Ours is a civil fraternity, to which we are bound - every one - by our dual hunger for flesh and influence. By the virtue of Imperial structure and bureaucracy, Cyrodiil has become our stronghold in the Third Era, and we suffer no savage rivals within our boundries, reveal ourselves to none, and manipulate the hand of society to mete out our agendas. Maintain supple appearance through satisfaction of the thirst. Second, devote your pursuits to the procurement of influence, political and otherwise. Our strength is not in physical numbers, but in skillful manipulation of society. ”-Manifesto Cyrodiil Vampyrum.



 
Imperial Palace, 3E 202. Tirdas, Last Seed.

The night sky proved itself to be an infinite void of shining stars that resembled a dark blanket dotted with glowing gnats. Beings watching from balconies of their buildings as the celebration for the coronation of Emperor Uriel Septim IV drew countless races from Cyrodiil to the main city itself. Anyone in the endless cityscape can find it beautiful. People gathered around the Imperial Palace, a building where the empire’s finest rulers and authority dwelled. It was truly a sight to marvel at. From the inside, however, it's different. The conflict from within the palace was a tempest of panic and paranoia. From the inside, the problem is desperation and fear and the bone-chilling possibility that someone wants a political leader dead. With a single member of the High Council in place, the state of the Empire’s sanity threatened to crumble. And not all was as it had seemed.

Safe at last, the Chancellor Decius mused optimistically, his frantic eyes searched the chambers of the Imperial palace. He entered with his cadre of bodyguards, each Imperial soldier flanking him with mild caution, armed to the core with Imperial swords. Decius was far from being harmed. He watched intently The door behind him shut closed, locked by his most trusted advisors.

“There, we are safe now. Any attempts against your life shall be futile. Your decoy is at the ceremony, in care of our finest guards. If the rumored assassin attacks, you shall be secure,” said a young female voice. Decius turned around to see Raven, his protégé, his assistant and his pupil.

An Imperial of youthful stock, Raven stood of tall height and lithe built, and was the symbol of authority. Even with her apparent age of being in the early twenties, time and time again she baffled those around her with her intelligence and cunning that would benefit the empire. Black lustrous hair fell past her shoulders, matching her soft dark mages robes. Aside from her morbid attire, she was undeniably attractive to most, if not all men and women. Her face was without any faults and blemishes, her mouth was as soft as silk. Her skin was pink and flourishing, a sign of health and proper self-care.

Unlike Raven, however, Decius was pale and wrinkly, unfit to be branded chancellor. His face was a bedraggled and teeming with stress. Dark circles developed under his ageless eyes, giving him an animalistic and hungry look to them. A hooked nose was plastered in the middle of his regal face. The nails on his fingers were uncut and his hair untrimmed. By all means, he appeared as a walking corpse.

Sulfuric colored eyes stared with sympathy at Decius. He responded with a similar expression. “Thank to your investigation, I can rest peacefully knowing I am in good hands.”

The confines in which he surrounded himself was familiar, a largely sparse room with thirty comfortable throne-like seats surround a large center. The center itself might have been a circle within a circle, bearing the symbol of the Nine within it. The atmosphere was cold and dreary, mimicking the feeling his guards must of felt when standing watch as security on such a night.

“You seem unwell today,” Raven said to him, adopting an expression of concern. He dismissed her with a raise of the hand. “I am but fine. Stress has taken hold of me and I have not been able to feast for many hours. The information on the conspiracy against the Emperor you have provided has left me awake in all these days.”

"I apologize,” she lowered her head in obedience. "If I knew it would have been the product of discomfort . . . "

“No need, my child. It is for a good cause. The sooner we can discover this villain, the better. None of this would of happened if not for your careful planning. I could have been dead, you know.”

“We are safe now, Decius. Please, sit and rest. Allow your mind some ease,"Raven said, resting a cold hand on his arm. Her voice was soothing and innocent. If she only knew what is at stake, Decius thought to himself.

He smiled. “One day, you will be granted authority to take my place once I breathe my last breath. I am certain you will be ready, by then. But do me a favor; stop worrying about an old man.” he chuckled.

“It is my duty to learn what I can from you,” she replied.

“Then do as I say, and be at peace with your mind.” He waved his hands sideways to her, dismissing her sans malice. Raven did as she was told, gingerly walking away to speak with Guard captain which stood himself against one of the many pillars that surrounded the chambers. Decius felt for her. Poor child. So innocent. So young. If she only understood what it means to be in power. One day she will learn, one day.
mALX
Very interesting and well written! Look forward to more, and Welcome to the forums!
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Thanks Malx, I like these forums. Appreciate the feedback tongue.gif

Note: There may be some unanswered questions in this chapter on who the characters are, but the story spans three centuries.

Prologue Part II:


Varinia was a woman of upstanding reputation and of boundless honor. Holding the title of Captain of the Imperial forces, she was no stranger to battle. Her appearance was unlike that of the young Raven, her face bore two scars; One on the corner of her forehead, one on the side of her mouth. She had chestnut colored eyes which seemed to be intense and almost paranoiac as she rested her hand over the sheathe of her blade. She was a bit physically imposing, bearing more muscle than the average Imperial woman. So much that talk of her relation to the Orsimer had been ever so prevalent.

The captain saw Raven approached her, and immediately removed the helmet from her head, revealing a short cascade of unkempt brown hair that tumbled to her neck.

The seemingly younger woman, standing clad in a clandestine black robe that failed to hide her lithe, athletic body, approximated herself to Varinia. Her striking attributes bore a timeless and sensuality. Everything Varinina lacked. Raven, skilled in magic, but not in the art of the sword, Virinia recalled.

“I have learned the terrible truth, captain.” Raven said to Varinia. “Decius is indeed a vampire we have been led to believe.”

Varinia frowned. “What confirms our suspicions?”

Raven drew out a long breath, rubbing her temple. “I inquired him on the negative state of his health. He told me it was due to stress and the lack of nutrition. That adds to the fact that he retreats to his chambers at day, that we only see him active at night. That he seldom is seen in Council meetings. It's only a matter of time before his influence warps the minds of the righteous.”

“It is true, then,” Varinia said with a hiss. “We must act quickly and destroy him before he has a chance to escape or put any of us in danger.”

Raven placed a hand on her shoulder, whispering with haste. “But what of yours guards? They will mistake you for the assassin and seek to impede our efforts. I perhaps can lend a hand as you carry out the task of destroying Decius.”

“You may have skill in the arts of negotiation and diplomacy, but you are no match for my men. They are well-trained and will overwhelm when they have the chance. And I shall not have them killed for their misunderstanding. If you can attempt to use your powers of illusion, then we can avoid unnecessary bloodshed and prove to them that Decius is a blood-sucking abomination.” Raven nodded obediently and stepped aside as Varinia unsheathed her sword. She marched to where Decius was, shouting loud so that her voice echoed throughout the Council Chambers. Scorn and malice tainting her words.

"I should have known you were plotting to take over!"

Confusion showed in Decius’ eyes as he rose from his seat. “I beg your pardon?”

The captain looked at Raven “You have my gratitude, for informing us of this vampire conspiracy against the empire!”

Decius let his bafflement show to all. “Vampire? I am no vampire!”

The guards of the chamber were uneasy. Most rushed to the scene, standing behind Varinia and some even near Decius. Both sides not sure of what was transpiring. But where words failed, action succeeded. When negotiation was fated to die, violence would thrive.

An anonymous voice from one of the guards sounded off “She’s the assassin! She wants to kill the chancellor! To arms! To arms!” All of the guards unsheathed their blades in a symphonic unison. Each charged across the chamber to reach Varinia and Decius.

“Raven! Do as we planned! Calm them!” Varinia shouted as stabbed forth at Decius, who unsheathed his own blade and began to duel the captain.

The black-haired Imperial was always obedient, always following orders. But tonight, the guise of servitude was discarded. The mask of loyalty destroyed and the cloak of deception was now in full display. She quickly unsheathed her twin sabers and jumped into the fray with inhuman speed. Raven descended on the first of five guards. She surprised the first guard by leaping from behind the pillar, impaling his neck with the thrust of her sword. The blade slipped back out of his flesh as quickly as it had entered.
 
As the first man toppled over, Raven jumped in the air toward her next opponent, instantly closing the six meters that stood between them both. As she came down beside her adversary, she swung her two sword simultaneously toward his face. The powerful strike bisected the guard’s head, cleaving his skull in two. The ghastly deaths of the two guards gave the others time to recognize what was happening. They sought their attention to the Imperial woman, Raven.

Varinia heard a cry of pain, she heard the clamoring of swords behind her. What in Oblivion is she doing? I told her no one has to die! But her efforts to stop the girl would be for nothing. She had to destroy Decius once and for all. To ensure that purity was granted among the empire’s finest. And she would do so with her blade.
 
The two combatants fought their way across the Council Chambers, swords swinging, bringing to life every attribute they had acquired over the years. But Varinia had the advantage. Decius was far from a warrior, he was not battle-hardened as the others. There was only so much he could do to save himself. He knew that, and so did Varinia. She thrusts her weapon forward, but is countered by a sloppy side sweep from Decius. She pushes on with haste, whole Decius retreats with cowardice.

The guards fighting Raven attempted to increase their attacks, and indeed, the Imperial woman was moving away from Varinia and Decius. But they recognized that while it might appear as if the Legion guards were forcing her back before them, it was Raven who was controlling the confrontation. Wheeling and twirling, parrying and blocking with amazing ease, their adversary was taking them with her, luring them on to a spot of her own choosing.

Her agility and prowess was more than enough to hold them both at bay, constantly on the offensive while at the same moment effectively dulling their counterattacks, mercilessly searching for an opening she could take advantage of. Three against one was more than she could handle, so it would seem. The battle seemed won when the Imperial girl dropped her blades and raised her hands in an act to surrender.

“Please! I am sorry. I yield! I yield!” Raven cried out loud. The voice of an innocent young woman caused the men to drop their guards. Would they be compelled to take the life of a young girl who believed her superior was a vampire?
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Prologue: Part III


Varinia was protecting more than just her life: each stab of the sword, and the blocking of was an action of defense of Imperial bureaucracy, of justice and peace, of the freedom and choice of ordinary races to live their own lives in their lives without the influence of a monster. She was fighting for the empire that she adored. And as she thought about that love, she disarmed Decius with the flick of her blade, his shorts-word flying off and clattering to the floor.

“No escape, vampire,” she spat at Decius, holding the tip of her blade to his throat. She dared not look behind her to see if Raven was safe or not. "It ends here."

"What madness has claimed you? What fever grips your mind to make you believe I am such thing?" asked the man.

Varinia would not have it. Deceptive words falls on deaf ears, she told herself. There is no negotiation with a vampire.

“I . . .yield,” Raven cried in a much soother voice. But her fingers betrayed her speech, her hands seemed like talons of a hawk preparing to catch it’s prey unaware. And in a way, it was exactly that. Without warning, a burst of blue electricity hissed from her cold fingers, catching the guards in a storm of crackling energy. A dark fire ignited in her eyes as she unleashed her power.

The guards danced as puppets before their dark ventriloquist, biting their tongues in the painful shower. Their limbs contorted and twisted and their blood began to boil. Her hands grew hotter with such an intensity, that she thought they would be set aflame. When she finally released her hands away, the Legion soldier’s smoking lifeless bodies dropped to the floor. Raven sighed with exasperation at such a moment, quickly taking her attention to the remaining duelists; Decius and Varinia.

Decius had fallen, as predicted. Varinia stood victor, still left to deliver the killing blow. Raven took herself to Varinia, slowly walking up behind her only to stand by her side. “Quickly, the others outside could of heard the commotion. End the life of the vampire!”

Decius wheezed and coughed, looking at Raven with a blank stare of bewilderment. There were no words to describe his emotion.

Varinia raised her blade high and quickly brought it down onto the helpless foe. The tip of the weapon striking his chest, drawing a crimson stain of blood that began to soak his regal robes. He gasped in pain, eyes full of sorrow and disbelief. He held himself up from the floor with one hand, but quickly tumbled to the cold floor of the chambers. He gazed up to see a frown in Varinia’s face and a sly smile on Ravens.

Moments passed, seconds to be exact, and the unexplainable happened. Decius’ body was still there. There was no dust, no ash, just the bloody remains of any mundane individual not cursed with vampirism. Uncertainty tainted Varinia’s eyes as she slowly opened her mouth in the shocking realization. Decius is no vampire! His lack of supple appearance was due to stress and old age, most likely. What have I done?

Decius gazed up once more, his mouth painted with blood. He looked at Raven and hissed his last words before passing onto death. “Treacherous snake.”

Varinia averted her eyes to Raven and shook her head in disgust. Her men was killed, the chancellor was murdered by her hand, all of this did not add up. "Why?"

“The future of the Order no longer relies on physical prowess but on political cunning. I am here to take the reigns and establish Vampiric influence. The death of the chancellor is a nescessary loss," Raven simply said with a casual ease. "The end of corruption is nigh."

The Order? Varinia recalled the tales of a covert vampiric Order. So it is true! They do exist! And the one woman she trusted was among them. Varinia held her blade tightly, bracing herself. “You already failed, vampire. The body of the chancellor will prove your treachery.”

Raven tilted her head. “His blood stains your blade.”

“By your instruction, you vile serpent! The High Council shall hear about this. Your fell plan shall not succeed.”

Raven stepped back slightly, hands resting on her sides to not startle the angered Varinia. Her tone was now a menacing hiss. “It shall when the truth dies with you.”

Unexpectadly, Raven stretched her hand slightly, turning it to the side as if inspecting something in her hand, but her eyes were on the body of the chancellor. The Imperial captain saw in the corner of her eye a blue haze. She turned to see the corpse rising up from his feet, levitating in the air. A sick and mindless moan escaped his crimson lips as he was given a corrupted version of the term “life”. What sorcery is this?

The chancellor, hanging by the will of a dark puppeteer, attacked Varinia with the strength and speed she never witnessed from an old man. Could she bring herself to kill him a second time knowing he was innocent? There was no hope for him anyways, he was already dead, just a shell of a man being defiled by the whims of a vampire. Varinia backed away from the charging zombie-like Decius, not yet willing to kill him.

“No witnesses, Varinia. Your men will not speal to the actions of today. And you shall find yourself among them. Tell me, how do you feel on such matter?”

Varinia tried to ignore the vampire’s words as she concentrated on Decius. He wielded two weapons now, one of the sabers and his imperial sword. He attacked relentlessly, black eyes staring at the living enemy ahead of him. “You…shall…die.” Moaned the Chancellor.

“He is a form of undead, now. Go ahead, Varinia, take his life as you swore to do earlier. You can justify your actions to the Council.” Raven added.

“Shut up!” Varinia cried dispersedly as she blocked an incoming blow from the thrall. Raven paced back and forth, hands behind her back, inspecting the battle with a cunning curiosity.

Raven watched intently, the odds going against Varinia. If she fell victim to Decius’ blade, she would no longer be a loose end. If he fell to hers, he would turn to ash, further supporting the rumor of him being a vampire, rendering Varinia’s death an unfortunate sacrifice.

Varinia heard the heavy knocking of the doors that led into the chambers. She remembered it was locked from within and that the elite guards were outside in the halls, only now lured by the sound of battle. They kicked, pushed and struck at the door with growing aggression. “By the name of the Imperial Legion, open this door!”

Raven saw the opportunity. “Help!” she yelped with an innocent voice. “Murder!”

The guards continued to barrage the door with an array of hostile attacks. Varinia glanced over her shoulder, distracted by the gates being flung open, revealing a heavy number of Imperial troops. Just as she turned around, she felt a stabbing pain on her chest. A blow dealt by the enthralled Decius. She clenched her teeth, trying to hold off the pain. But it was too much. She looked at her chest and stomach, seeing two blades lodged inside of her.

With her remaining strength, she raised her own sword and stabbed the enthralled Decius repeatedly. But the unthinkable happened; Decius whispered unintelligible words as he stepped back, his body sizzling and deteriorating. Before her very eyes, the thrall turned to ash, crumbling to the ground with dusty remains. No!that is not what I wanted, she thought as her legs failed to support her.

Varinia fell on her sides, blades still in embedded in her flesh. The last vision brought dread to her heart; Imperial soldiers barging into the room, led by the esteemed Legatus; Draken Decumus Vladmirius.

The ashes of Decius would be false evidence to his status as a vampire. Varinia wheezed painfully as she felt her life fade from her. Raven stepped over the ashes, black boots scattering the dust away from her presence.

"You were deceived," said Raven menacingly. "And die knowing that you helped me."

I was doomed the day I befriended that woman, thought Varinia as she died with eyes eternally staring into nothing. The simple manipulation of a single woman would echo throughout the centuries. And Varinia knew it could not be undone.
mALX
I'm coming back to read these two chapters, just having a busy week and trying to find a free minute to catch up with the stories on here, lol. Sorry for the delay!
McBadgere
What I thought was cool was the complete reversal of things with this...At the start I thought Raven could be a cool hero-type...Then she's a boo-hiss baddie!...It's a shame as I thought she could be a really cool yet hot character... biggrin.gif ...

Although, a sexy badass is always good... tongue.gif ...

There's some typo nits, and probably more of other types...But like you said at the start...It's not the finished thing so...

Nice one!!... biggrin.gif ...

The Vampiric order idea is cool btw...I'm really not a big Vamp fan, and even I thought that was cool!!... biggrin.gif ...

Look forward to seeing more... wink.gif ...
Athynae
Now that is some deceit there, wow. Great story thus far, I'm anxious to see where we go from here.
Darkness Eternal
QUOTE(mALX @ Jan 20 2012, 01:13 AM) *

I'm coming back to read these two chapters, just having a busy week and trying to find a free minute to catch up with the stories on here, lol. Sorry for the delay!


No problem mALX. Take you're this. This is a rough draft anyways, not entirely the finished version. But I appreciate it.

QUOTE(McBadgere @ Jan 20 2012, 05:09 AM) *

What I thought was cool was the complete reversal of things with this...At the start I thought Raven could be a cool hero-type...Then she's a boo-hiss baddie!...It's a shame as I thought she could be a really cool yet hot character... biggrin.gif ...

Although, a sexy badass is always good... tongue.gif ...

There's some typo nits, and probably more of other types...But like you said at the start...It's not the finished thing so...

Nice one!!... biggrin.gif ...

The Vampiric order idea is cool btw...I'm really not a big Vamp fan, and even I thought that was cool!!... biggrin.gif ...

Look forward to seeing more... wink.gif ...

Yeah, Raven is the manipulative arche-type. I did forget the italics. Using Word always is a peeve since it makes me forget things when I post them online.

And as for the vampire order, I felt Bethesda could of done so much with them. The only instances we hear about them are in the books mentioned in the first post with the quotes. Some NPC's even match the characteristics of this Order, but enough of that.

QUOTE(Athynae @ Jan 20 2012, 05:21 AM) *

Now that is some deceit there, wow. Great story thus far, I'm anxious to see where we go from here.

Thanks. Deception and vampires are nearly the same peas in a single pod wink.gif
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Chapter I: Base Desires


Fifty Years Earlier. 3E 150, Cyrodiil, Vladmirius Castle. Fridas, 20th of Evening Star.

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An Imperial nobleman, Draken Decumus Vladmirius, stared at his own reflection. He was posing in the mirror of his bedroom. Thanks to his father and sister’s absence, Draken could take advantage of the castle grounds for the night, more than the unfortunate collection of cattle servants that wasted the fort’s space hours earlier. As the “prince of the house,” he saw fit to rid them for the late evening.

His dressing room was the size of a small apartment and was richly decorated with magnificent features of superb quality and design. A cabinet of gargantuan proportions was open, displaying the grand array of clothing within. He stood above an intricate red rug that protected the expensive pedicure on his feet. A chandelier standing above him offered a bright light for the young Imperial to admire himself.

A cascade of smooth black hair gave him the romantic air of a prince, while his chest and biceps were neat and well proportioned for a young man. Dark, penetrating eyes gleamed with satisfaction, pleased by what they saw. Not bad, he thought with admiration. Draken was a gentleman at least by cunning façade. But he knew his ego had began to grow from seeds of wealth and standing. And he welcomed it.

Coming up behind him, was a young girl on the cusp of womanhood. He saw her reflection on the mirror and admired her beauty, or more specifically, his own good taste in women. She was an Imperial blond with blue eyes, bearing a cute complexion of black freckles that bordered her nose. Aurelia was her name.

With a sensual grin, she reached behind her and undid the clasps of her blue frock. The garment tumbled down to the carpet, exposing a sylphlike female body that made his mouth water. Her naked feet lifted away from the discarded outfit, bringing her pink flesh within a finger’s reach of Draken himself. He felt his body responding to her amazing female charms. But whereas a mundane body would demand base urges, his own required much more than fleshly pleasures.

His eyes greedily licked away at the young woman’s seducing nudeness as she bent down. She removed a pair of custom-made silk shoes. First foot followed by the other. Soon after, she began climbing up the legs and then proceeded to slowly unbuttoned his shirt, inch by inch.

After expressing a sidelong gaze, she giggled like a perverse child. Draken was indeed pleased with the worship of the girl. This life is to admire, he thought magnanimously. Why would she not feel honored and privileged to be able to lay hands on nobleman of the house?

Accepting her tantalizing invite, Draken took hold of her lithe pink hips and pulled her to closer, tangling his arms around her slender waist. His lips discovered her belly, and her skin quivered uncontrollably as he ascended the kisses toward her breasts. Her supple flesh was smooth as a child’s and warm as the morning sun. His hungry mouth left red markings on her nubile body. The woman gasped again, then bit down softly upon her lower lip.

“You are blessed by Dibella,” she exhaled. "Truly blessed. I knew I chose well when I left the party for this. Leynee was right about you.”

He moved his body in rhythm to hers, leading her to his large bed. They exchanged a deep longing kiss, his mouth exploring hers as they moved atop the soft fabric of the bed. His hands went wild, touching everywhere; her breasts, her hair and even between her legs. The rush of blood within her veins was obvious and it was growing with each pleasurable moment.

Draken’s strong hands grabbed hold of her rump, his not-so-soft touch leaving an imprint upon her flexible skin. She ran and interlocked her fingers through his hair, clinging to them as if her depended on it. But even amidst the flames of pleasure, life itself could easily be extinguished.

She laid on the bed, looking up to see the Imperial lover join her. He climbed atop, his chest touching hers, their bodies colliding. “You’re skin is cold,” she told him. She did not sound disappointed, but merely curious with the statement. He did not reply, but continued. Minutes seemed like hours, and the candles burned brightly on the side of the room. Giving the entire chamber a romantic aura.

He lacked any lovable attachments to her, but in that moment alone, he was growing closer to her than any other women he had been with. Yet, he knew his interest was born of the lust for blood, rather than just flesh.

She gazed up at Draken’s face and smiled, sinking her lips into her mouth. But the more she looked upon him, the more she began to feel something within her. A threatening feeling, an instinct commanding her to run and flee. She gazed upon his oddly colored orange eyes and froze. His irises took a more sinister color, a luminous orange and red. His mouth opened, revealing his white teeth -- no -- fangs! Before she tried to run and cower, he fell upon her. She felt a quick pain on her neck, two long incisors sinking into her jugular. Before she even knew it, she was not only losing her blood, but her life as well.

He fed sans the orgiastic abandon of his kind. He sucked and drank the crimson fluid from her veins, drowning in it’s sweet nectar-like taste. He closed his eyes, giving into his predatory urges. The moans and groans of pain and pity where ignored, pleading whimpers were replaced with a muffled silence. And there there was nothing. A quiet darkness.

He licked the blood from his lips and sat upright on his bed, gazing at the pale corpse of the unwilling donor laying on it. She was as pallid as the snow, every drop of blood was drained from her body and given to him. Her open eyes staring into the eternal void...

Now what I am going to do with her? He thought to himself. The answer came as swift as the inquiry: Bury her in the cemetery behind the house. No one will notice a fresh grave, not even the servants. He ran his fingers on her dead body, admiring how once a beautiful girl was reduced to a shallow bloodless shell. But as he studied her body, he saw something which gave chills to his temporarily warmed body. Which widened his eyes with a sudden fear and despair, causing his saturnine expression to grow even darker; The not-so-ordinary ring on her finger.

He grabbed hold of her dead hands and yanked the ring from her nerveless finger, the metal felt cold in his hand as he brought it up to his face to inspect it. No, he thought. Damn it!

The center of the forsaken ring bore the insignia of a powerful family, a brood of mortal nobles that bore importance to the escalation of his own bloodline. He dropped the ring on his bed and wrapped his hands on his head, pushing his hair back in the shocking realization. This girl was no common party wench, he realized the unfortunate truth, I murdered a noble’s daughter...
mALX

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where words failed, action succeeded. When negotiation died, violence thrived.


Great line !!


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I was doomed the day I befriended that woman…thought Varinia as she died with eyes eternally staring into nothing. The simple manipulation of a single woman would echo throughout the centuries. And Varinia knew it could not be undone.


Fascinating ending to this prologue, and the last line a powerful insight into the story we will be treated with - absolutely loved this !! Awesome Write !!
mALX
Ah, the first chapter!

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But the more she looked upon him, the more she began to feel something within her. A threatening feeling, an instinct commanding her to run and flee.



This is the point where everyone in the audience is screaming, "don't go into the basement!" - but they always do, and so she did.


Loved the impact of the ending :

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He dropped the ring on his bed and wrapped his hands on his head, pushing his hair back in the shocking realization. This girl was no common party wench, he realized the unfortunate truth, I murdered a noble’s daughter...


Especially since it followed this beginning:

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...two immortal children whom he seeks to instruct under strict guidelines to prepare them for a hostile world.


and the prologue ending, lol. Awesome Write !!!



Acadian
Welcome to our little world of fan fiction here. smile.gif

That was a nice prologue establishing the depths of deceit and betrayal the lovely Raven is capable of.

Then Draken. Your descriptions clearly paint who and what he is. It seems he must take more care when selecting a dinner companion. wink.gif

A fine start!
Athynae
Vampires and their vanity, yeesh.

Great first chapter, after wonderful prologues.

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But the more she looked upon him, the more she began to feel something within her. A threatening feeling, an instinct commanding her to run and flee.



This is the point where everyone in the audience is screaming, "don't go into the basement!" - but they always do, and so she did.


DON'T GO UP THE STAIRS!!!

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I murdered a noble's daughter...


Oops, too late! Silly woman.

Great stuff here, I'll be back as soon as there is more.
Darkness Eternal
@ mALX: Thanks. And don't you hate it when that happens? tongue.gif

@ Acadian:Thanks for the welcome. I appreciate it. I wanted to start with the character's apparent personality. Throughout the story you will see some notable differences between the siblings. One being a "screw up" and the other being a *Insert rude and profane comment here*. Characters that people love to hate.
@ Athynae: Yeah, the vanity trait is doubled when vampires are involved. I guess the murder plot can change some of that, hopefully. And gratitude.
McBadgere
Fair dues... biggrin.gif ...

Nice one...

I like the Dramatis Personae...Good idea that one...*Applauds*... tongue.gif ...

Excellent scene...Liked it a lot!... biggrin.gif ...And that despite my...Not being too fussed on Vamps... biggrin.gif ...

I'm looking forward to seeing where you go with these two characters...Both have character...Flaws that will be interesting to see where they go from... biggrin.gif ...(Just waiting to see where the character empathy starts laugh.gif )...

I award the Nice One and applause...

Nice one!!!...

*Applauds heartily*...
Darkness Eternal
QUOTE(McBadgere @ Jan 21 2012, 04:41 AM) *

Fair dues... biggrin.gif ...

Nice one...

I like the Dramatis Personae...Good idea that one...*Applauds*... tongue.gif ...

Excellent scene...Liked it a lot!... biggrin.gif ...And that despite my...Not being too fussed on Vamps... biggrin.gif ...

I'm looking forward to seeing where you go with these two characters...Both have character...Flaws that will be interesting to see where they go from... biggrin.gif ...(Just waiting to see where the character empathy starts laugh.gif )...

I award the Nice One and applause...

Nice one!!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

You are too kind. Thanks again. And I understand that especially now a days there is too much going on with vampires. Everywhere is vampires, vampires and more vampires. Ever went to a teen section and found any other book than vampires? 85% of those books are love stories -_-

I guess the Elder Scrolls lore can help me write something different. And there will be some empathy, I assure you. They aren't total heartless "asshats". There are more of anti-heroes than villains. Even ingame, vampires do have some human emotion. Janus loved his wife, or Mr.Lovidicus got frisky with his Orc maiden...enough to love her and to want to take role as a father. But enough of that, thanks very much. I will try what I can in the following chapters.

As a reader, however, what would you(Everyone who is reading) want from a vampire story? I know most vampire stories seem the same, but I want to take a special route with mine.
McBadgere
Noooonooonooonnoooo...

Nooooo...*Points*...Noooo...

Don't ask what I (we) want...Don't do that...

This is your story...Not ours...

We have our own stories to do that with...

You do your special thing your way...

You know the rules about filth now, so aside from that, anything goes really...

Stick to the lore...Break the lore...Take the lore, fold it and make a nice little flamingo out of it...There is no limit bar the one you put on it...

What ever makes it yours...

Good luck and enjoy!...

And a character can be an asshat as long as he's a likeable asshat... biggrin.gif ...Or not... wink.gif ...Your choice...

Athynae
I second what McB said, it is your story, take it where you feel it should go. Even the basic guidelines of the game are only guidelines...who follows those???


McBadgere
*Whistles and studies fingernails*... tongue.gif ...
Darkness Eternal
QUOTE(McBadgere @ Jan 21 2012, 07:02 AM) *

Noooonooonooonnoooo...

Nooooo...*Points*...Noooo...

Don't ask what I (we) want...Don't do that...

This is your story...Not ours...

We have our own stories to do that with...

You do your special thing your way...

You know the rules about filth now, so aside from that, anything goes really...

Stick to the lore...Break the lore...Take the lore, fold it and make a nice little flamingo out of it...There is no limit bar the one you put on it...

What ever makes it yours...

Good luck and enjoy!...

And a character can be an asshat as long as he's a likeable asshat... biggrin.gif ...Or not... wink.gif ...Your choice...

You're a very funny guy. Whatever you say, then. *Cracks knuckles*.

QUOTE(Athynae @ Jan 21 2012, 07:11 AM) *

I second what McB said, it is your story, take it where you feel it should go. Even the basic guidelines of the game are only guidelines...who follows those???

True.
Black Hand
Darkness Eternal = Anne Rice?

Wouldn't surprise me. Your descriptions are as powerful as they are evocative. I am 'there' as these events transpire.

One word of caution however.

I get one hint of 'Twilight', and I'm calling Wesley Snipes to reprise his 'Blade' Role...
McBadgere
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You're a very funny guy.


Yes, yes I am...Just ask anyone here...*Nods*....

Anyone?...

*Watches tumbleweed*...

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Darkness Eternal
QUOTE(Black Hand @ Jan 21 2012, 08:09 AM) *

Darkness Eternal = Anne Rice?

Wouldn't surprise me. Your descriptions are as powerful as they are evocative. I am 'there' as these events transpire.

One word of caution however.

I get one hint of 'Twilight', and I'm calling Wesley Snipes to reprise his 'Blade' Role...

I have a stalker cool.gif

And I think I've read one of Anne Rice's book before. I admire her style.

I'll admit, I was hoping you wouldn't mention "Twilight" in this thread unless specifically stating the time change. But since you already have, let me begin by saying this: There will be no vampire falls in love with mortal mumbo jumbo. It's more of a Dracula/Palpatine feel to it.

QUOTE(McBadgere @ Jan 21 2012, 08:13 AM) *

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You're a very funny guy.


Yes, yes I am...Just ask anyone here...*Nods*....

Anyone?...

*Watches tumbleweed*...

blink.gif ...

Don't worry. You still got my laugh.gif
Darkness Eternal
~Chapter II: Rising Trangressions~


"If you fail to succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried."


The night was awake with all manners of creatures, big and small. From the largest owl to the lowest cricket, the darkness was not without silence. And also, not without the creeping spectators who witnessed something out of their range of ordinary. Thunder joined in with the relentless cacophany, soon shedding the heavens open with an unforgiving storm of rain which drenched the land below.

A graveyard behind the castle was not as large as the public cemenaties. It was roughly medium sized, containing a few dead bodies which rested in their graves. The family of Lord Alucardius, the human ones, whom unwillingly surrendered to old age or an even more ghastly fate. And that night would soon prove the first night where a new coming stranger would be added to dead.

Draken struck the ground with the empty shovel, only to pull it back with an even greater weight of mud. Stab, unload, repeat. Stab, unload, repeat. It took him two standard hours to complete the work of digging a deep grave that would forever house the corpse of the woman he drained. What was her name? It scarcely mattered now. Dirty and sweaty and now nearly soaking wet from the rain, the noble vampire leaned down and picked up the naked and bloodless cadaver. He held her in his arms, staring into the body as if considering to burn her. But such things would take time.

If I bit her and she still lived, three days later she would rise as a vampire, he told himself. But she had no pulse, nor faint signs of life. For all intents and purposes, she was dead. Her soul discarded to whatever afterlife that welcomed her. He sighed, throwing her nude and alabaster-colored body into the deep grave behind the large tombstones, which served to block it from any prying eyes that would gaze out the window above. And it wasn't as if the servants ever visited the graves. Not even his own father and sister paid respects to the dead. It would be the last thing to cross their minds.

As he released his hold, she tumbled down, her body twisted and odd shaped. Draken threw in her clothes as well, including her bra, undergarments and robe. After he was done, he began to fill in the hole as quick as he dug it. Masser and Secunda gracing his presence with their shining light.

He was peeved to the core at his unfortunate twist of fate. Out of all the women he could of chosen, he had to come across the noble's daughter. Daughter of a certain Lentulus. To make matters worse, Lentulus was engaged in numerous legal dealings and meetings with his father, Alucardius. Her death could hinder the progress of their relationship and potentially harm them if the human father ever found her. Draken let out a frustrated snarl as he picked up his pace. No one will find out, not my father, not hers. Not even Raven.

His sister and father where in Skingrad, days away from the castle. That little blood-sponge is finally going on her first hunt alone, more than enough time for me to cover my tracks, thought Draken in an overly optimistic imagination.
Darkness Eternal
~Chapter III: Baptisms By Blood~


“Before a child learns to mature, it must learn how to nourish itself.”


Castle Skingrad was days away from the castle. The rain was still falling on the expensive carriages as it approached the intimidating iron gate of the sprawling grounds of the king. Castle Skingrad stood as a large royal building dating from the days of the Second Era, where kings ruled with an iron fist. On the colossal stone walls and fierce battlements rose sharp needles that stretched upwards. It’s beautiful décor was decorated with arches and grand columns. The faint glow of the candles could be seen across the narrow windows, suggesting that the nocturnal activities of the party was still transpiring. A circular well, located across the walk from the wide arch of the gates, was open for collection.

The lobby was as impressive as the exterior of the castle itself. Grand tapestries and oil paintings hung on the gleaming stone walls. Beautiful stone covered the floor to the foot of a magnificent imperial staircase that led upwards to the upper floors of the castle. A large chandelier sparkled on the royal hall and welcomed the arrival of new guests. People traversed briskly in the great hall, which was deliciously decorated in light shades of red and black and rich brown walnut.

Torches placed in the light den walls and ceiling and shine into a wool rug with crimson floral design. On the aged tables and under the intricately carved moldings running over the edges of the roof rested ornamental lamps, where black and gray colors. The windows were blocked by thick velvet curtains of an intense burgundy that kept at bay any uninvited prying eyes that had made it past the main gates and tried to spy from outside the castle. In a secluded room in the castle, stood a young woman, preparing herself for one of her greatest night in an eternity.

Raven Meridius Vladmirius stood in great shape, entrapped in a beautiful nibenese party dress of the most expensive stores in Cyrodiil. To match her clothes, her lustrous long hair fell past her shoulders, gleaming in the torch light. Her almost pale face was a direct contrast to her amber eyes, which were alert and cunning. She held her hands behind her back, exhilarated at the thought of her first great task. She was going to learn how to hunt and feed in public.

Looking for prey, she traversed the short hall into the balcony, overlooking the castle’s main room below. A flock of elegant nobles and aristocrats, as well as politicians and wealthy known individuals walked around in lavish sets, lying on velvet lines couches, whispering in various corners or exchanging giggles and gossip. The sharp thrill of laughter mingled with the faint clink of glass cups filled the air. Various sets of groups composed of Man and Mer wearing the latest designs from the present fashion, smiled with protruding teeth as white as pearls at each other.

Raven’s face hardened at the sight. She had little patience for those who were like them. Although undoubtedly civilized, these were not “noble” individuals per se, but merely dilettantes who's greater interest in their own selfish delights in the waning years of their pathetic lives. Do they not know anything else? she wondered, they are no different than Draken.

The decadent atmosphere reeked profoundly of expensive perfume and alcohol contaminated blood, but in spite of the numerous individuals that filled the room, the temperature was still pleasantly cool. An angry hiss escaped from Raven’s pale lips as she tried to locate her father, who was obviously nowhere in sight.

There were too many people there, over a hundred individuals cluttered the halls and dining area. Servants walked in-between the snobbish guests, serving platters full of sweetrolls and treats, as well as drinks and saltier food. She sighed and walked among them, searching for her creator and potentially, her prey as well.

Her sudden appearance did not draw much attention. A few curious heads turned toward her and looked at her abnormally golden eyes that were utterly boring and lacking any interest before proceeding with more suggestive entertainment. Raven caused barely a change in the flow of sophisticated whispers that ran from one side to another the luxurious chamber.

No matter, thought Raven. Those were not the people who she had to speak to. Her eyes scanned the room hoping to locate Alucardius himself, but he was not in sight. It took moments for her to remember that she was to hunt alone without the direction intervention of her parent.


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The hour was passing by and her features were growing more noticeable. Her face less supple than before. I need to feed…my throat is as dry as the Alik’r, she complained. Her yellow-tainted eyes were growing to a faint, but fiercely bright orange-red. She sighed and graciously walked to the hallway. Her angry features morphed into a deceitful smile and subtle craftiness. In public, Raven did her best to appear lovable and innocent. Such things were essential to her development as a noblewoman and a vampire.

Noticing the door of the castle front opening, Raven made her way to the balcony to see new guests of all colors and sized pour in. She leaned against the pillar in the corner, away from sight, as she studied which victim would be best for her. Truth be told, she was nervous. She had to do this alone. Her years have been nothing more than feeding on sleeping servants in the safe confines of her home, but tonight she had to learn how to hunt among the living cattle. She was so lost in thought that she did not notice right away a slender hand touch her shoulder. The hand belonged to Alucardius.

“Do you feast yours eyes first?

Raven showed obvious disinterest to her father’s presence. She shook her head and kept searching for a potential prey amidst the crowd. Tables and wooden benches had been modified to accommodate the various courtiers, artisans, jesters, nobles and legionnaires in attendance. The servants scurried back and forth between the hall and the dining area, carrying a seemingly endless sheet of delicious treats and dishes. Alucardius pointed silently to a strong orc woman standing alone in a table.

“How about that one?” asked the older vampire.

Raven shook her head. “I spotted three orcs this night. She is the only one alone. If I am to lure in my prey, I must be nimble and remain incognito. Everyone would notice a young Imperial woman talking to the orc. They are vilified and seldom loved by the community.”

“And?” asked Alucardius with a hint of curiosity.

“And if I would choose to kill her, people would count me suspect. A young girl speaking with a orc twice her size hardly goes unnoticed. And besides, I’ve heard the pariah folk taste as broth. Not enough to suit my palate, I‘m afraid.”

Alucardius smiled in satisfaction. He was proud of her daughter’s knowledge of culture and public perspective on mortal matters. She leaned in closer, pointing a finger to another potential victim. For about ten minutes, Raven kept dismissing the possibility to finding a perfect first kill. It was understandable, she wanted her baptism by blood to be memorable, but as always, there was a limit to what she was doing.

“You are being too picky,” he said finally. "Choose one before the night ends.”

Raven nodded and glanced at the crowd again. After picking suitable cattle, her eyes came across something that made her palate water. Ah, there’s one. I wish mother was still alive to see this. She allowed herself a sly smile and went to pursue her prey.

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Alucardius stood watch as any influential entrepreneur would. Renown in his time as a warrior of the fighters guild and somewhat of a philosopher, he took great measures to make sure he instilled his tenets, and that of the Order, into the mindset of his two offspring. From what he understood, Raven was already showing signs of a true vampire, more so than his own son, Draken.

But even so, before one could learn the steps of becoming an influential leader, they must learn to nourish themselves with knowledge. Even something as simple as an infant need to learn how to feed itself before maturing. And today marked the day where his daughter would feed outside of the manor confines for the first time. A welcome requirement that differed from nightly escapades to the neighboring chamber in mind of feeding on a sleeping servant, or drinking off of pitchers and jugs of harvested blood. Tonight, my daughter finally grows to become a woman.

Among the multitude stood a young man. Bearing wavy brown hair, and a lithe built, he came as common Imperials do. His eyes were green and alert. Raven approached nearby without thinking twice. The young boy looked up at her as she arrived, his eyes twinkling at the sight of her. She guessed he was fifteen, perhaps sixteen at best. Although she did not look directly at him, he couldn’t deny she was there for a sole reason.

“Are you lost?” He said, approximating himself to her.

She looked at him, tilting her head in a masked cloak of innocence “Hmm? Oh, I am just exploring the grand castle.“

“Exploring?” he questioned with a laugh “is that all you do in a party? Explore?”

She realized her poor choice of words. But with careful prying, she would be able to lure him into her grasp. She touched him gently, a sign of comfort.

“Well,” she paused, glancing at a servant who passed on by. She grabbed a glass of wine sitting above a moving platter, bringing it to her face, but not yet drinking it. “I can do much more than that.”

“I knew there was more to you,” he continued “Some come for free food, drink. Others come to gossip, to dabble in latest rumors, others to secure business--”

Raven cut him short, using an alluring smile to soften the interruption. “And what about you?”

He stared at her from the rims of his own wine glass. “I care little for gossip, so I’m here mostly for food and drink.”

The young Imperial woman tilted her head to the side, squinting slightly. “Something tells me you’re leaving something out.”

“And what would you imagine that to be?” he hid his hands in his pockets.

Raven shrugged weakly “You ask me. A friend…perhaps even a lover.”

He smirked faintly. She could see the red in his face increase and swell, his pupils dilate. Gotcha, she thought. She kicked her head to the direction where she was heading to, secretly hoping he would follow. And sure enough, he did.

For many minutes, they talked about many topics which she considered uninteresting. Most gossip and rumors, and few flirtatious remarks here and there. She found it fascination how someone could twist the truth about themselves and yet subconsciously their words betray their every lie. She made sure he was not related to any influential nobleman or noblewoman or even the Count. To her advantage, he was just a random party jumper, hailing from the Imperial City.

“So, you must know a lot of people in the Imperial City.” He said to her.

“I always love making new friends.” Responded Raven as they walked up the stairs of the castle, toward the second floor. They turned a few corners and finally, they sat on a lone bench in one of the halls. He was closer now, sitting side by side to her, his arms touching her own. He studied her vigorously, looking up and down slowly as if a wolf considering devouring a lamb.

Taking her lower lip between her teeth, Raven lowered her head before gazing up. “If you were willing to spend this night the way you wanted to spend it, how would you do it?”

He grinned, surely thinking he had lured her in. “With a beautiful and intelligent girl. Someone with black hair…soft lips and a great sense of fashion.” he giggled at his last comment.

For what seemed an eternity they stared into each other’s eyes. Drinking in the moment, basking in the unending dance of an innocent and yet guilty sensuality of an adolescent nature. Time seemed to be bringing them in now, closer to each other. Eyes closing, lips spread apart, they nearly clashed. But the boy did not feel the soft and warm lips of a girl, instead he felt air. A disappointed feeling sunk his heart as his neck was kissed first.

He opened his eyes to see Raven touch his hands, pulling herself and him off of the bench. “Come with me,” she said.

The halls were dark, save for the faint candles on the tables and walls on either side of the corridors. Various rooms where created to accommodate the king’s best of allies. In her case, she was the daughter of his best of friends. Raven led him into a room to flee from the loud chatter below them. There were few soldiers guarding the halls, but they thought nothing of a single adolescent and what could pass as her young brother walking the halls for a private time.

Her cold hands pulled at her companion, leading him on through the halls. She could feel the blood pulsing within his veins beneath the wrist. And she longed for draining it. She glanced back, making sure her father was there to witness her prowess. And sure enough, he followed, but at a safe distance away until she stopped to allow him to pass by.

She watched as her father disappeared in the corner, unbeknownst to her victim that she was related. After she vanished from the hall, he followed her tracks. The room ahead was dark and filled with shadow. Only a minor amount of torches sputtered on the stone wall, their dying flames only barely able to pierce the dark gloom. She led him out to the balcony and began speaking to him. The door behind her closed. No one was able to witness her murder in the balcony, unless they could see through doors such as a vampire.

Standing high above, they held hands and stared out into the clouds. A rather anti-romantic atmosphere. Yet she knew she had the potential of even making a day in a realm of Oblivion seem amiable.

The young woman turned to face him, smiling sheepishly at the boy. She flicked her hair aside, leaning in for the kiss. Enticed with the thought, he did the same, albeit quicker than she did. Suddenly, without hesitation, completely consumed by passion and hunger, Raven opened her mouth, teeth elongating into fangs. She touched him on the side of the face, immediately entrancing him with a single power of the vampire’s seduction. Every emotion he felt was amplified, and the most potent was lust, or perhaps even a misguided sense of love.

He felt compelled to surrender to her every whim, while she surrendered to a deep longing that had plagued her for months now. She moaned as she opened her mouth and sank her elongated teeth deeper into his throat. Yes, she thought ecstatically. Finally! The blood of the young was always the best. Fresh, untainted and rich.

The thunder storms matching the rhythm of the fading heart-beat of the fading prey. After all his blood was drained, Raven shoved the debilitated boy off the balcony. His body twisting and twirling under the inescapable power of gravity as he finally landed below with a glorious crash that matched the celestial thunder drums.

She wiped the blood from her lips with the back of her hand and looked below. She smiled and turned, opening the door to find her father standing there. The emotion plastered on his face was what Raven expected; A proud smile. Words were not required to express his feelings, his facial expression already had done that: You have done well.
McBadgere
Fair dues...That's good right there, that is...

I like that...

I am interested to see how Draken's murder causes trouble...

Raven is hot...Yes she is... biggrin.gif ...

*Applauds*...

Nice one!!... biggrin.gif ...
Darkness Eternal
QUOTE(McBadgere @ Jan 22 2012, 07:08 AM) *

Fair dues...That's good right there, that is...

I like that...

I am interested to see how Draken's murder causes trouble...

Raven is hot...Yes she is... biggrin.gif ...

*Applauds*...

Nice one!!... biggrin.gif ...

Thanks man. I didn't feel this chapter was as powerful as some of the other ones I have floating about. But it will cause some measure trouble, beyond that I cannot say.
McBadgere
Light and dark...*Shrug*...Looked and felt good to me... biggrin.gif ...

Genuinely nice job...

Athynae
And the plot thickens...as far as this chapter not being as powerful, nonsense. Every chapter fulfills a purpose, on the surface some may seem less "dramatic" or emotionally deep but they are priceless in the process of character development and or setting the scene so to speak for what is to come. And you are doing a fine job of that...

I'm hooked, I sure hope I haven't been bitten, following these vamps around one might begin to wonder...

Keep up the good work, impatiently waiting for more.
mALX
Chapter II - loved Draken's thought process at the end especially. No problem, just bury her right here on our property...what was he thinking? He obviously wasn't blessed with Raven's resourceful mind !!

Chapter III -

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reeked profoundly of expensive perfume and alcohol contaminated blood


Excellent line !!

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Tonight, my daughter finally grows to become a woman.


Nice touch to make hunting a rite of passage !!

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his pupils dilate. Gotcha, she thought


Loved that little detail, perfect bit of realism - and loved Raven's reaction !!

There was a little bit of head hopping going on between Raven and the lad from their meeting to the end of the chapter, POV changing. It hindered the immersion in the scene a bit, and from what I've seen of your writing so far you could have rocked that scene easily.

Other than that, Great Write !!
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McBadgere:Thanks, guy.

Athynae: I guess you're right. Thanks.

mALX:I re-read it and saw the error. I guess my weakness is having many characters in one scene and just writing in a single perspective. It's something I have to practice. As in regards to Draken, yeah, you will see some differences between him and his sister. Whereas one is insidious, the other may be impulsive.

Author's Note: I struck against using the name calling scene, but I just thought it was a minor throwback in the Daggerfall days: Yes, the "rude" name calling was indeed used against vampires in a quest. Even if it seemed a bit childish.


~Chapter IV: Internal Feud ~


"There is no growth sans conflict, only stagnation."

The great hall of the Vladmirius Castle dwarfed any other room in the building. Ponderous stone pillars supported the elevated ceiling, while the doorways led away to dark passageways lit by the torch lights on the side of the hall. An iron chandelier hung from above, holding an array of bright candles. Raven walked on by, paying no attention to the very familiar surroundings that would be her home for the next few centuries.

She continued to walk up the steps leading to the upper halls where her room was. She was eager to engage in a heated bath in the privacy of her chambers. But first she would have to feed before she cleaned herself up. She reached her room and entered it, locking the door behind it. The shadowy gloom of her chamber was her most soothing place to be at the moment.

Beyond the locked door was a grand space; A four-poster bed was piled high with soft red pillows and fine linens. A few drawers and tables lay about, with few unused clothing within and other useless items. Raven traversed the windowless room, reaching the end. She pulled down a hanging torch-holder alongside the wall, unlocking an extra clandestine chamber within her room. The stone door slid to the side, revealing a sparse area within. My real nest, she reflected.

Within the real chamber was a black deluxe coffin bed with a red interior, bedecked with three crimson pillows bearing golden buttons. The exterior of it was golden as well, having a black core with large handles atop. Anyone who would walk in would also notice the dark chamber’s other novelties. A wash basin, box of jewelry, and other feminine items all littered the top of a dark mahogany dressing table.

The air was freshened with the scent of tansy and lavender. A large frame mirror, placed atop the vanity, proved false to the myth that vampires could cast no reflection. Altmeri carpet, imported from the Summerset Isles, covered the stone cold floor. A wooden armoire made from the finest hands in Cyrodiil held Raven’s vast and extensive wardrobe. Standing in a corner were two statuettes of the Order’s respected patrons; Molag Bal and Clavicus Vile. Underneath their frozen position was a few gold served as offering.

Raven dipped her hand in the wash basin, cleaning it of all germs and impurity. She washed her cold face thoroughly, eyes being washed and face being cleaned. She wanted to be in presentable form before praying to her patrons. After she finished, Raven knelt down beneath the statuettes, giving them each of her gold coins as offering.

“Lord Vile, I present this offering as appreciation of your gratitude. Thanks to you, we can twist men to our offices of power and manipulate mankind for our interest. Without you we would be reduced to nothing but barbaric savages. Tonight I finally made my first kill, yet in my pride I humble myself in your presence.” she whispered, eyes closed as she placed the gold beneath the miniature statue. She seldom dwelt on her current family, who did not show much love for him or at least his gift. She knew Draken looked at her with contempt, much like her mother did years ago, they value courage and strength, not guile and manipulation. While power was cherished, it was useless without deception.

“Lord Molag,” Raven began, setting a new offering for Bal “By violating Lamae, you have brought forth Our kind. Thanks to you, the blood of superiors is adrift my veins. I give you this offering as a token of my gratitude as a Daughter of Coldharbour.” she smiled as she laid down her present. After awhile, she got dressed for supper.



****


Alucardius and his late wife Verona had worked hard for their accomplishments within the empire, they had endured grand schemes and plots to improve their lifestyle and to better prepare their children into the world.

Thanks to the bond, they were able to mingle with individuals, interact with those who where in possession of information, and create relationships with valuable political allies. They were able to hide their true nature behind an assumed identity. Living in solitude in his castle, he raised his childred. It was necessary not just to train his children, but also to continue to increase his own skills and knowledge along the way. Raven was proud how it all turned out to be. She couldn't ask for more.

Moving silently, Raven slipped from the bedchamber out into the hallways of the mansion she called home. Expensive tapestries covered the walls and dark, hand-woven rugs followed the corridors as she made her way past room after room, each decorated with intricately new furniture, rare objects of art, and other obvious displays of wealth. It took her almost an entire minute to traverse the length of the house and reach the door that led to the stairs below. Her cold hands slowly slid along the armrest on the stairs as she descended to the dining area. As she nimbly walked toward the large door, she could hear the voices of her father and brother coming from the other side.

"I had to dismiss them for a few days. I wasn't feeling particularly well and I was famished," Draken said.

Raven recalled the little story of sending all the servants home early and also dissapearing for a few days. For what exactly? She thought, because he forgot to drink a few pints of blood? As stupid as he is, I doubt he is that reckless. And what in Oblivion was he doing here alone all this time, I wonder?

In the spacious dining area, the door of the grand hall swung open with the gentle shove of her hand. She looked at the mirror at the other side of the room, seeing herself. Shimmering black hair tumbled down onto her shoulders like the darkness she always loved. Crimson eyes gazed from a snow-white face that undoubtedly rivaled the greatest princesses and women of legend and history, even in a simple night gown. A crest-shaped pendant, placed in the center of a ruby gemstone, hung from a silver chain circling her neck. The precious jewelry hopped above the ivory slopes of her breasts as she walked across the torch lit halls, adding herself to table of the two dining immortals; Her father and brother.

Alucardius was the first to capture Raven's attention, her father was clad in all his finery, wearing an elegant attire of the darkest silk and purple. His dark brown hair cropped as most Imperial male, a wide smile came across his face as Raven took a seat across her brother, Draken. Pitiful idiot, she scolded inwardly as she spared a contemptuous glance at her sibling.

A cascade of smooth black hair crowned the cranium of Alucardius’ notoriously decadent heir. His white complexion, flushed with the red nectar, bespoke over a decade of overindulgence. The sleeves of his velvet-colored brocade attire were fashionably cut, the better to display the costly silk shirt underneath. His light red hose was put away into a pair of polished gold trimmed shoes. Sapphire and emerald rings glittered on his fingers.

Draken, on the other hand, stared down Raven with much hostility. Her brother's blasé attitude insulted her much. Athough there was a likely prospect of knowing Draken for many centuries to come, having been stuck with him since she'd been born, she had never liked him much." Often at time's they both stabbed at each other's throats with verbal fencing, so often that it worried Alucardius.

"Ah, Raven. I am so glad of you to have joined us for once. Did you tell your brother of the first hunt you undertook?" said the loving voice of her father.

"I had been rather occupied," Raven said, preparing her silverware, she did not need to explain to her father that she was reading her books in her chambers. It was a hobby she always had done for the past few years. “No, I did not tell him.”

Draken regarded his sister without enthusiasm. “I should have known you would be the last to arrive for supper. And besides, I fared better in my first kill."

"Ah? I did not realize you missed my presence. Brings warm to my heart in the knowledge that I have a loving brother such as yourself. My oh my, what would I ever do without you? And I recall that day which you chased a wench in the forest because she mistook you for a deviant. Very subtle Draken, very subtle." She knew her sarcastic tone struck Draken with an impact.

"I felt no such mawkish mortal regard for you," Draken said simply, ignoring her latter comment.

"So what? I would rather die first than to have you feel something for me." Raven remarked with equal disdain.

Draken arched an abstracted eyebrow. “How horribly traditional of you. Small wonder the mortals persist on labeling us as walking corpses.”

"Perhaps I would prove them correct by making you an example," Raven hissed.

"Blood-sponge.” Draken insulted.

“Bugaboo.” Raven threw back a taunt.

“Book-leech.” He slammed his fist onto the table, causing pitchers and cups to bounce wildly, nearly staining the table with blood.

“Blood-snorter!“ Raven barked.

"Enough. Both of you." Alucardius concluded the immature argument with aggression. Obviously, she was aggravated at the pointless bickering of her two children.

"As you say." Draken rebelliously addressed Alucardius, whom was umbrageous at the sibling rivalry, but he knew well that Draken often began the quarrels, and therefore had to be dealt with a slight measure of harsh discipline.

You will learn your place. That is no way to speak with your young sister.” Alucardius said sternly. His voice softened as he strove to reason with his son. He came into the room after some other business in the servant quarters. Alucardius’s disappointment with his wastrel offspring was starting to grow.

"Forgive me, father," Draken said softly, his eyes taking a peek at Raven's noticeable smirk.

“Do not get angry at Draken, father. He simply needs a desperate lesson in manners. I‘m sure he will learn eventually…he has eternity to try, doesn‘t he?" Raven said, her voice fairly dripping with sarcasm.

Alucardius chose to ignore his other child’s impudent tone. “Go to your studies after you are finished eating." he decreed. “Both of you. I will join you presently for the next lesson.”

Raven descended on her food, her tongue tracing the smooth contours of her fangs. Although the vampires only required blood, very few were willing to deny themselves the etiquette pleasures of feasting on mortal food the same. They ate for the taste and sensation of being able to do so, rather than to sustain themselves.

Eternity was far too distant a span not to learn a bit of variety now and then. Raven began savoring bites of boar, beef, and bloodied venison. She neatly picked apart her meal with her fork and knife, making little to no mess at all.

“I am summoned to a meeting with the aristocratic family leader, Lentulus.” Alucardius reminded Draken, clearly vexed by his offspring’s annoying attitude. Raven, too, was offended by his conspicuous lack of concern for practically anything.

"How unfortunate. Dealing with a corrupt nobleman." Draken conceded.

Alucardius puckered an angry lip at his wayward son. “Make yourself useful for once and assist me on this small errand."

"What sort of errand?" asked Draken.

"I will go to Anvil in two days.“ responded Alucardius. “Do not leave the castler grounds. Remain here until I return. Pursue in your studies and physical conditioning after I have departed." ”

“As you wish,“ Draken assented, sighing heavily. He stood from his seat and exited the dining area with his head high. Raven shook her head slightly at the sight, yet she felt his disdain.

She felt a twinge of sympathy for her frustrated brother; unlike any mortal heir, Draken could not look forward to ever inheriting his father’s exalted title in the mortal hierarchy. Alucardius was immortal, after all, and nothing could ever hide that inconvenient fact. Small wonder, she reflected, that Draken wastes his nights in mindless squandering of coin and sleeping all day. He’s an heir to a legacy that stands beyond his grasp.

Alucardius awaited Raven's slow chewing to cease before he had a request to make of her. She saw his eyes search for the exit, making sure Draken was gone from sight.

"Your brother is troubled, I believe he still suffers emotionally from the loss of your mother," said Alucardius after a moment. "You both need to find a way to put an end to your petty bickering."

Raven sighed, shaking her head slightly "I do not bear the patience of tolerating Draken's meandering drivel. If he cannot get over mother's death, than that is his problem. I got better things to worry about.”

“It may not be so bad as you fear. Perhaps your gentle persuasion can curb his more extravagant tendencies."

"May I inquire as to why I need to do such thing?"

"You will make a fine leader in the near future, and you already make an oustanding young woman. And I admire you for that. I cherish my son as well, but he needs to understand that his precarious outlook on our way of life is well past beyond it's limits. If you can convince him otherwise, feed him your knowledge and inspire him, then perhaps he can make me proud as well. Your ascension in life is not simply to please me, but rather to sharpen your destiny. Remember that, Raven. If you can learn from each other, that would be a blessing." Alucardius said.

An undeserved one, she thought.

****

Alucardius introduced the world of politics to Draken, although being negative about it, he held his tongue. He had not been unmoved by his father's excessive display of emotion; despite their frequent quarrels, he did not doubted that his father cared for him profoundly. And yet this talk of politics and duty bored him to death. World intrigues and diplomatic maneuvers held no attraction to him. Where was the glory? The passion? In such bloodless games. The prospect of wasting his precious immortality dancing with puppets in a grand worldly stage filled his soul with dread. Draken complained inwardly; I'd sooner be trapped in Oblivion to be tortured by dozens of Daedra than suffer through another interminable lesson, unlike a certain 'perfect' sister.

Raven, who always enjoyed it and always wanted him to suffer by participating in such torture, had had been able to cope with this lifestyle. It was no wonder his father and at times, his mother often mentioned her to he other nobles and bragged about her intelligence; She had embraced their lessons and had shown an incredible affinity for vampirism as well as Imperial interests. Raven is younger by about two years and yet she displays greater success than him. I should of never been born, he thought, if a younger woman is to best me in every attribute. It's only a matter of time before she actually begins to command him. That would be the end of me, Draken thought.

The whole situation made him angry, this love-hate relationship with his sister often gets unstable. It won't be long until father tries to use her to change his behavior, he can well expect it. But before all of this, he had to set his mind on the task; Sit by and learn. Father doesn’t trust me in public cities, Draken thought angrily. He was of proper age, twenty years old and he still has centuries to come. It would be better if he began now.

The young vampire passed through the very familiar grand corridor of his home. His steps were somber and low, he wasn’t enamored by the thought of listening to more rambling about the Order and their respected members. As far as he was concerned, he wasn’t even counted amongst the upper echelon of vampires yet. As if I give a damn about any of that, Draken thought, soon I shall break free from the chains of petty servitude. Begin my own life, sans the influence of my father and my pestering daughter.
McBadgere
Fair dues...That's long that is... biggrin.gif ...

I enjoyed it nevertheless... biggrin.gif ...

I shall look up umbrageous!!...I know umbrage, and thusly can imagine that umbrageous means basically that, but never heard umbrageous...Well done that writer!!... biggrin.gif ...

I think I'm falling in love with Raven... laugh.gif ...

That's just a brilliant story that...Looking forward to seeing how it all pans out...

Nice one!!...

*Applauds heartily*...

Oooh, hang on...This, is a tad iffy...

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Although she will know Draken for many centuries to come, she was stuck with him ever since she was born. And she had never liked him much


Ummm...I may not be entirely right about what's going on technically in this sentence...But slight wrongness therein there is...

"Although she will know for many centuries" is either a premonition or simply a guess, however, it is future...

"She was stuck with him" is present tense, but then you say "Ever since she was born." which is past tense.

If I may?...

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Athough there was a likely prospect of knowing Draken for many centuries to come, having been stuck with him since she'd been born, she had never liked him much."


Dunno...Clever peoples may have a better idea...

Brilliantly written though...Brilliant...
Darkness Eternal
*Bows*. Thanks! You're a breath of fresh air.

And facepalm for that mistake. You know that feeling when you write fast and too much? I will go edit it.
McBadgere
*Is stuck on plot problem personally...* laugh.gif ...

But yes, slowing down a little does help... biggrin.gif ...

*Bows in return*... biggrin.gif ...
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~Chapter V: Immortal Knowledge Vampyrum~




"Knowledge is power."



Raven and Draken had a unending schedule to obey. Morndas was strictly a day to learn of the Order and the clan. Tirdas was a day to practice the art of hand to hand, sword and marksmanship combat. Middas was the day to study mortal history. Turdas was study politics and the current daily minutiae of the world. Fredas, loredas and sundas was usually a day to take a break. Somehow Raven felt that the castle served as both a home and a school. In a way, it did. It was strange for her to live alone with no one else but family. The outside world was but a mystery. She never experienced it as much as other normal adolescents did. Some would claim Alucardius is over protective, but she just saw it as it is. Preparation.

A few dozen strides brought Raven to a small annex at the rear end of the manor. The door was closed to maintain the respectable silence. She gently pushed the door open and stepped into the building that served as a huge library. The interior was a single square room, six meters on each side, lit only by a metal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The walls were lined by shelves overflowing with the books, letters and manuscripts her father had collected over the years: The history of vampires and their existence in Tamriel, the history of empires and provinces, men and women of times long past. This was easily her favorite room in the manor besides her chamber.

In the center of the room was a podium. Resting on the podium was the Manifesto Cyrodiil Vampyrum; The tenets of the vampires from Cyrodiil. The book was old, but the edges were lined with velvet material to preserve it. It contained the Order‘s understanding and knowledge. Everything she had learned about the ways of the vampire. All the teachings and all of the philosophy, recorded for all eternity. It was the Order’s legacy, a way to share an eternity of wisdom with those who would obey the laws and preserve the Order. She grabbed the book and carried it to a seat that was alongside the shelf.

Like most of the volumes along the shelves of the library, this one had been discovered from a long lost source. The world might believe that vampires are rare in the world, but it’s legends had an amazing influence on the minds of people across every province. Some of the knowledge came from the Tribunal Temple itself in Vvardenfell.

The attempts of the Tribunal Temple to discover and confiscate anything that could be linked to vampires had only succeeded in increasing up the prices and forcing individuals to work through anonymous beings to conceal themselves. The temple went to great lengths to keep the true danger of vampires away from the public, so much that vampires were believed to be extinct in Morrowind. Of course, no one knew for sure. The Order kept their eyes open for that particular fact. The Quarra, Berne or Aundae could be of minor threat if they ever set foot upon Cyrodiil. Alucardius was one of the most intelligent man in the Order simply because he was able to use individuals as go-betweens to secure himself the forbidden knowledge. Which is one of the reasons for the partnership with the nobleman, Sir Lentulus, who has ties with Morrowind.

This suited Alucardius well. He had been able to collect and expand his book chamber without fear of drawing attention to himself from foreign forces: he was just another noble, another anonymous scholar obsessed with vampirism. And to that end, she was able to read the collect knowledge for her mind to expand upon.

She began to reread the Manifesto, but came to an abrupt stop when she saw Draken enter the library. Unlike her, his expression was a jaded one. He was not going to enjoy the lesson, she predicted it. She eyed him as he walked by and took his seat across from where she was at. He landed with a heavy collapse, his anger fuming at the highest. A smile came upon her face. Draken glanced at her and saw that she was smirking.

“What is it?” he asked aggressively.

Raven shrugged, her grin still noticeable. “I swell with happiness to see that my brother can enjoy another lesson without complaining.”

“Then see your happiness deflate,” Draken scoffed. “Why must we learn about this anyways? Father won’t even allow us to wonder outside of these walls except to feed. And most of our supply he brings home. It seems he wants to keep us imprisoned here.”

As if the moment was precise, Alucardius came inside the room. He was covered in his regular business attire. Bedecked in a fine extravagant velvet blouse and pants. His feet where covered with red-trimmed shoes. His hair was cropped to a smooth cut that ran from front to back. He was glaring straight at Draken, but not with hostility, but curiosity.

“You think you are ready to begin a life on your own?”

“I am ready.” Draken stated.

“That remains to be seen.” Alucardius forced a sigh.

Draken was caught silent for the first time in awhile. He wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He sat back in his seat and opened his book. He was ready to begin the lesson. The father regarding him with a curious stare before turning his attention to his daughter.

“Raven, my dear, begin reading the Manifesto.” Alucardius commanded.

Raven did as she was told, reading the section “On Our Order.” She proceeded to pause, taking her eyes to her father. And then to Draken, who seemed to be floating elsewhere. His mind locked into the air as if something caught his attention. I wonder what he is thinking of, she thought, something must be bothering him.

It couldn’t be the lesson. He always tried to impress his father by acting as if he was paying attention. Now it seemed like he didn’t even care. Does he finally show what he was feeling or is something profoundly bothering him? She struck it from her mind as her father’s voice roused her from her mind.

"The tenets of the Manifesto are more than just words to be memorized. They are essential to the development of those who seek it's truth. Strength alone cannot bring down an enemy, it's merely a tool for an end. Our Order is ancient. Centuries old. Only know are we beginning to establish ourselves in the highest circles of power, infiltrating politics in this age and day." Alucardius explained to his daughter--his hands clenched behind his back as he slowly walked up behind her.

Alucardius continued his lesson to his daughter. Who listened intently to what he had to say. She was going to part of a covert organization of vampires who's sole purpose was to gain power through deception and manipulation. For a long time, she studied these things and understood them with each passing moment.

"Begin reading again. On Our Patrons." Instructed Alucardius--he took a seat right across where Raven was seated. His eyes staring straight at Raven, staring at her as she continued reading the Manifesto. Raven finished the sentence soon after, awaiting her father's response.

"We must never allow our patrons to fall into disregard. We are blessed by Molag Bal and guided by the power of Clavicus Vile. For him, our tribe is unique. You owe your life to Him, if not for the bond made, you would be naught but ash the moment the sun strikes your skin. As you feed, you developed a temporary immunity to the bane of our existence. Begin ‘On Our Rivals‘.“ He said, his voice stern and firm--He kept both of his hands over the desk, his finger's bedecked with rings of sapphire and gold.

Raven read the part.

"Some of us give into the thirst and let it control them. They are unable to hold themselves above it, and in doing so they are reduced to slaves rather than masters. These brutish savages create tribes and broods and herds of abominable monsters. Eternally thirsty, they seek the drain the world around them. If they set foot upon our territory, not only our food source would be compromised, but our secret as well. Commence ’On our Conduct.’” He gestured toward the book, giving her the sign to continue.

She read it loud and clear. After she finished, she gazed up to see a studious expression make itself clear on her father’s face.

"Clandestinity. Deception. Patience. These are our advantages against society and other vampires. We are able to walk in the day, but our lives must be behind the veil and under the shadows. Our livelihood depends greatly in our ability to blend in as well as our discretion. That is why we must regularly feed to maintain our human appearance. To make use of the pawns, we must make ourselves like them."

"Pawns?" Draken suddenly jumped in after minutes of participating in a stoic silence.

"Tools to further our agendas; pathetic servants; base animals absent ambition or rights; thralls without any hope of advancement; anyone can be abused without consequence. Yet…” he paused.

Both siblings waited. Alucardius continued: “Our task is not to bring fate on all those unfit to thrive, however. We are not careless murderers. All we do must serve for our purpose. For the preservation of our Order. We must make use of whomever we can to obtain power for ourselves.“

The young Raven felt a surge of pride increase within her. She was starting to get the grip of it. The reason her father utilized servants was due to the fact that he had to feed. She recalled deep inside her mind-- meeting with other human nobles while her and her brother had to remain upstairs in their rooms. Discretion and secrecy.

"I understand, father. But where do I begin? How do I start with my ambitions?" asked Raven.

"You begin on the quest for power by first gaining control over yourself. Then an individual, then a group, then a group of individuals. You can do anything if you set your mind to it and before you know it, you will be among the circles of those who control the world."

"And what can prevent an individual from controlling me?" She asked.

"Discover someone quicker and you will not be able to dodge the strike at your back. Come upon a person with more patience and you cannot block the knife at your throat. Tangle with a successor and you will be succeeded. Therefore, you must always be quicker. Have more equanimity and you shall never risk being defeated."

Raven nodded, placing everything she heard on her notes and papers. History books and old novels were also cluttered on the desk on where she wrote. But they were useless if she did not learn the cardinal rules of a Cyrodilic vampire; control & domination. But she had to think of the threats to her power or the power of the Order--And the only true threat besides mortals were other vampires.

“Vampires are known by their rapacious violence against mortals. We have always heard terrible tales told of us swooping down from the darkness above to kidnap infants from their cribs and drain the blood of the innocent.” Alucardius said.

Raven interrupted with pride in her voice. “We of the Order are also individuals of incredible beauty, deadly ambition and a knack of predatory sensuality.”

Alucardius responded directly to Raven’s comment. “True, my dear. But there is a trait that all vampires inherit. A nature that every one of us are bound. We are damned. Immortal predators. All goals, aspirations and passions fall second to our nature; Our thirst for blood.”

Raven nodded slightly. “But our thirst is steeled by the power of Lord Vile, correct? We do not suffer from bloodlust as much as the other barbaric savages. I do not see any reason we should worry.”

“But the blood rage is still there. Less potent, but nevertheless present. Remember the reason why we must feed.”

Raven scratched the top of her head. She began swirling her hair. Looking for more questions on the subject of vampirism.

“Which of the clans are the strongest?”

“Depends on the context of strength.”

She chose a more specific question. “Which clans are the strongest in all aspects? The ones of Morrowind?”

“ The Quarra vampires are strong and barbaric. They are the most physically powerful of the clans of Vvardenfell, and they are exceptionally cruel. They seek to rule the other clans through subjugation. They attack their prey with ecstatic frenzy Our clan has learned to loathe. Others such as the Aundae are more blessed in the subtle intricacies of vampirism, gifted with the ability to hypnotize their prey with dark powers as we are. The Aundae seek domination through the imposition of their will. They are powerful in magic, and hungry for power as we are. Others rely on stealth and ambush instead of their powers, clans such as the Berne who slide through the night to hunt their prey, and seek power through cunning, not force.”

Alucarius paused and fixed her with a long glare, as if considering whether to add more.

“A rare few have a natural gifts of all these aspects. Our clan have exceptional strength and power if we starve ourselves for seventy-two hours. Our abilities are increased. We are faster, stronger and more powerful. We can summon our own dark powers of seduction to entrance our prey, we can enthrall the dead, cloak ourselves from the naked eye and even impose fear on those who are strong. Yet, even with these powers combined, we lose our greatest strength.”

Raven nodded enthusiastically. She understood that the vampire clan of Cyrodiil had all of the powers combined. Only if they allowed themselves to diet from blood for four days. A downside to the Pact with Clavicus Vile. To achieve their true potential and the unleashing of raw power, they must keep themselves far from human sight. Raven began wondering if the other clans combined could be of challenge to them.

"The Province of Morrowind has three Bloodlines: The Quarra, the Aundae & the Berne. Iliac Bay alone holds nine clans. Valenwood harbors four. What can hold them from entering our territory and starting a war?" Raven asked.

"Nothing; Save Us"

"I do not understand," Raven insisted. "What if they join forces?"

"There are few members of the Order within the Empire's political station. Even fewer in the High Council. The ones in High Command sends information to those in lesser stations. If anything interferes with our way of life, one takes the responsibility of taking care of that nuisance. We cannot draw attention to ourselves if we gather in numbers unless it is absolutely necessary. The Elder Council has power that exceeds any other, sometimes even the Emperor. If something like that may happen, we can take care of it before it grows to be an infestation made public."

"And if someone within our clan does not agree with our way of life? What becomes of them?" Raven's curiosity blossomed.

"Then we remove such person from existence."

The study helped reinforce the illusion that the Vladmirius family were wealthy nobles obsessively traversing Cyrodiil in search of profitable business ventures. To some degree, this was true. Over the past decades, Alucardius had used the information he had gathered to grow his wealth significantly. Though for Alucardius, it was all a means to an end.

From the halls of the Imperial Palace to the tribal councils of the most lesser beings, the lifeblood of a power was knowledge. History was shaped by individuals who understood that knowledge, if properly exploited and controlled, could defeat any enemy and bring about any manner of success.

Raven was too young to even think of ruling from her own office of power. While she was still under her father’s house, she had to obey his every law, that was until she broke free from it and controlled things herself. But such plans were not too distant, she believed. She still had many years to study and to learn how things worked, but she could easily begin to take the first steps of influence. Only now was she grasping her own potential, she knew few facts of both their own history and the history of mortals and how society as a whole works.

For one thing that was important was the way of life and how to simply exploit weaknesses. The best history of her clan, that she had been able to muster, stemmed from a small collection of sources, chosen specifically for their relative reliability and trustworthiness. When she considered how Order culture is sparsely spread, and how secretive they tend to be both as a society and as individuals, the true magnitude of the challenge of collecting a reliable source of history of the clan comes into view, as a mountain suddenly revealed through breaking fog.

Beyond that crag is the past, hidden by lies, mistakes, and speculation. Some malicious and some fielded for their own good. To navigate the precipitous terrain, they required maps to show them where the trails and mountain passes can be located -- but not all the directions offered to them are accurate, and not all of them are even intended to be.

Raven excused herself from the library upon being told to do so. The lesson was overly brief comparing to the other days. She held her books in hand and quickly scampered out of the room.


****


Draken got up from his seat, disappointment in his face showed that he perhaps felt left out of the conversation. As he followed toward the exit, Alucardius cleared his throat.

“Draken, you remain here,” said the oldest Imperial. “I need to discuss some matters with you.”

He turned around slowly and sighed inwardly. He said nothing at all. He just kept his unfazed gaze at his father. Alucardius motioned for Draken to take a seat. The young Imperial sighed and did as he was told. He sat back down in his chair and clasped his fingers together. Another private lesson, Draken thought, how delightful.

“You have to moderate your behavior once you are out in public. I have seen that you‘ve become increasingly reckless these past months.” Warned Alucardius.

Draken bristled at the implication. “Your lack of faith in me is insulting. Why don’t you send Raven ahead to work under your whims?”

“Because you are my son, Draken. My task is not to judge or command; it is simply to guide and nurture both of you into an unforgiving world of injustice. I am here to lead by example. So for centuries to come, you may live your life the way you please, but wisely.”

His son lowered his head. Was this true? If so, why did he have a clear sense of favoritism toward his sister.

“Because you are not yet a full member of the Order yourself, you might assume that it is the my duty to bestow all of my knowledge of Our secrets to you. You could not be more mistaken. It is your duty to learn all that you can from the me, and my right to stray from revealing all of our secrets. I have seen many teachers teach more than they should, so much that they became unnecessary.”

“You think I will find you unnecessary.” Draken didn’t make it a question.

“I wasn’t born yesterday. I was born two-hundred centuries ago. One of the attributes of the young is finding their superiors useless once they gathered all sorts of knowledge. It is inevitable.”

Draken did not want to argue. He had enough of this conversation. He lifted his head toward his father and stood upright. “And so it is. Forgive me now, but I must depart.”

“Depart?”

“To the Imperial City.” Draken answered.

Alucardius frowned. “After your little display with your sister at the dinner table? I think not. Especially now that Emperor Magnus is in power and there are countless Imperial guards abound. Last thing I need is for you to lose temper and cause trouble.”

Draken growled silently. Raising his hand and making a gesture of question. “Why do you insist on treating me as a child?”

“Until you insist on ceasing to act as one.” was the harsh response of his father. Nothing more was said. Alucardius left the room, leaving Draken alone to think for himself.
Darkness Eternal
~Chapter VI: The Art of Combat~


"The art of the blade is a more mundane form of combat. While not as dangerous as the arcane arts, it is nevertheless deadly. "


It was training day for the two adolescent nobles. While a day prior they fed themselves with knowledge, now they would feed their appetite for a competitive confrontation.

A sturdy wooden door swung open, offering the view of the armory and training room beyond. Alucardius stepped inside, and with an exaggerated sense of politeness, offered his hand for both Raven and Draken to step inside. The room was dimly light by a torches on the four corners and a lamp atop the weapon table. The lights illuminated the wide, windowless chambers that provided housing of the various blade weapons in the room; Swords, sabers, daggers and staffs. All coming from Alucardius’ human life when he was in the Guild of Fighters. Racks of training swords were racked up along the walls. Wooden training dummies were standing silent, awaiting their daily punishment. Draken and Raven prepared their own favorite weapons to begin the day’s training under the house.

Alucardius held his hands behind his back and arched his head upward.

“The past month you have been training yourselves to temper your movements and prowess. You are quicker than most mortals. But today you shall train yourselves to battle what would be a stronger opponent.”

“How so?” Raven asked.

Alucardius smiled generously to her. “An adversary who is stronger and faster requires a more… precise manner of departure. Would you hold back your attacks against another rival vampire?”

“No,” Draken said. “I would reduce him to dust!”

Alucardius frowned, his displeasure obvious. “Overconfidence, as I often have stressed before, can be the downfall of any man. More so, you have the bloodlust of a murderer. While beneficial, that needs to be held in reserve unless a violent confrontation serves your purpose. Even so, we are not assassins, Draken. We are simple beings with extraordinary gift. One day I may call upon you to act as my hand, it would be best to have you in prime condition.”

Draken kept his head high and proud. Unfazed by the wise council of his father, whom had undoubtedly corrected him.

Alucardius motioned them to begin their training stance against each other. He went and took a seat on the chair sitting on the far side of the room near the pillar.

“Our strength is not in numbers, but skillful manipulation of society. You must learn to keep your talent with the blade to yourselves. Guard it with your heart as much as you would your condition. Only when dire times are of happening, you may unleash your skill to best an opponent.”

“How should we know when the time is dire?” Draken asked.

“Should you find yourself surrounded by a group of enemies, or perhaps alone in a cavern or perhaps in a palace building where an assassin has dispatched all of our guards--and there is no one else but your opponent to witness your skill…then you are allowed to tie up loose ends. Now, enough questions. Begin.”

Alucardius watched his children duel in constant motion, parrying thrusts of each other’s strikes. Raven wielded two practice swords at her hand while Draken wielded a metal staff with sharp edges. It was made from a weak metal and was sure to cause minimal damage to tissue that otherwise could be repaired with a few pints of blood. While Raven was had proficiency, but he couldn’t help but be proud at Draken’s extensive knowledge and skill with the single blade. He became proficient in the use a year back and now is practicing with a staff to alter his mastery. Raven on the other hand was more calm in her attacks. Her talents were more in her subtle manipulations of battle. Where Draken was strong and powerful, Raven was fast and agile. Both were efficient duelists after years of practice. But something was awry.

The only aspect of Raven’s technique that vexed Alucardius more was his daughter’s desire for using two blades. What was the future of etiquette and gallantry if a swordsman could not best another with a single blade? What had become of etiquette and gallantry, in any case? Alucardius thought.

Raven was fast, and so was Draken. He had the advantage of efficiency and physical strength. He executed moves almost faster than the human eye could catch. His impales and strikes demonstrated little lack of hesitancy. Once committed to an attack, he never faltered. He never paused to recalculate his actions. His maneuvers went exactly where he meant them to go. And he always sought for points beyond his adversary in order to slice clear through.

Alucardius had taught his children enough. Taught by his coaching, their training in the various forms of fencing and melee dueling made them lethal opponents. But they were not invincible. Because they could be easily confused by unpredictability, and they had no apparent knowledge of finesse. A player of any board game could memorize all the original openings and countermoves, and still not hold title of master of the game. Defeat often came at the expense of less experienced practitioners who knew nothing at all about the traditional strategies.

A professional martial artist, a combat duelist, could be defeated by a tavern brawler who knew nothing about form but everything about putting an end to a conflict, without a thought to triumphing beautifully or elegantly. Reliability to form opened an individual to defeat by the unpredictable. This was often the failing of trained swordsman, and it would be the failing of his children if they kept at it the way that they did. At first they were doing everything right as they should, then it all went to oblivion.

Draken and Raven were dancing now. Going through their trained motions. A power attack answered by a stab; A block answered by a slash. Alucardius couldn't suffer another moment of it. This is atrocious, he seethed.

“Wrong, wrong, no, no! Enough!“ he yelled, coming to his feet and walking to the middle of the training room, his arms extended to both sides to stop the duelists. When he was confident that he had captured their attention, he swung to Draken.

"Power moves can serve you well against any mortal opponent lacking the talent with the magical arts. But I pity you should you have to face off against a spellsword or a Mage.” He called into hand his courtly, intricate saber from it’s sheathe and drew a rapid X in the air: an opening flourish.

“A being trained in the art of death will not wait for you to see him or her as a target, or give themselves the title of adversary, as if in some sparring match. Your strikes must be instant and spontaneous, nothing below lethal, for you stand as a vampire. And that is enough to mark you for death.”

Alucardius held the blade in the air, twirling it sideways in another flourish before adopting a fencing position.

“Do I need to display to you what responses you can expect from a member of the Mages Guild or a necromancer? From a vampire hunter or, Molag Bal help you, a vampire ancient?”

The elder vampire flicked his sword quickly in a circular motion, ridding the two adolescents of their weapons, then placing the sharp tip a millimeter from Draken’s bewildered expression.

"Finesse. Gallantry. Efficiency. Otherwise, my boy, I fear that you will nothing but a pile of ash. Do you understand, my son?”

His red eyes blinked unfathomable, Draken sighed. “I understand, father.”

Alucardius withdrew his sword.

“You may continue, then. With some measure of polish.”

Alucardius seated himself and watched them go at it. Pathetic, he thought. But he knew that he was partly to blame. He had made the same mistake with Raven that he had made with Draken, by allowing her to fill herself with anger, as if anger could substitute for dispassion. Even the most angry could be defeated. Even the most hateful individual.

When he should have been helping Raven rid herself of flaw, he had instead allowed her to grow to a phase of being dispassionate. She enjoyed reading books while Draken was more of a fighter. But both needed to learn more than a single skill. He watched as Raven disarmed Draken, only to be maneuvered away by his own hands as she tried to strike at him.

The entire sequence ended with Draken kneeing her in the stomach hard, resulting in her falling to the ground. Draken quickly held her down to the throat with his boot. Raven growled in defeat as Draken’s smirk grew. He was enjoying this. Alucardius stood up again in haste and motioned for Draken to release his hold. The son stepped away as Raven climbed to her feet. Alucardius strode near her, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“You wield two blades, but you must treat them as one. You have an advantage. Draken has limitations with his style, yet he bested you with his knowledge. You have the offensive and defensive at a single moment. Let me show you.”

Raven licked the blood on her lips and began again, giving Draken a hateful stare. She entered her fighting stance with two swords while Alucardius battled her with a single weapon. He bowed slightly before beginning the match. Raven took the offensive quicker than he anticipated. Her moves fast and unpredictable, but otherwise noticeable. He blocked a downward stab and then quickly brought his blade up to deflect her side swipe strike.

“Rise above the standard moves. Utilize the unorthodox!” commanded Alucardius.

Having a particular love for acrobatics, Raven did as she was told. She held her ground and lifted her body up, holding herself with a single sword at the right hand while using her left arm to swing at her father. He blocked the attack as Raven performed a quick spin to try and disarm him, to no avail. She swept up the ground in a rapid swing to slice her father from between the legs. He jumped back and avoided her attack. Raven proceeded forward again, spinning her body strike after strike as she went on the offensive.

“I told you frequently. Have dominance over my central line!”

Raven acted upon it. Her right blade struck down near his shoulder as he right blade tried to pierce his side. Of course, he evaded it.

“Well done. Quick, destroy my focus!”

She attacked on instinct. Unleashing a rapid succession of movements and strikes, pierce, stabs and slashes, causing Alucardius to step a few feet back. Her blade struck forth to stab his heart, but Alucardius miraculously did a side twirl while simultaneously deflecting her blade aside. Raven spun her body around completely and struck again with newfound stamina.

Alucardius sighed and with a quick, fast motion, he kicked her in the stomach enough to push her back. Before she had time to recover, the tip of his weapon was at her neck. He pulled the blade away, allowing the defeated Raven to rise up.

Alucardius, despite his age, was a capable fighter and opponent. His vampirism had indeed done great wonders. He approached Raven and looked down upon her with a warming gaze.

“The blade gives you speed and maneuverability," her father explained as she casually began swinging her weapon in her hands, focusing on mastering the art of the kill by studying the balance and weight. Draken crossed his arms and continued watching the lesson between father and daughter. He leaned back on the wall, obviously upset about not participating.

"Grip the hilt lightly in your fingers. Control the blade with your wrist and hand instead of the muscle of your arm. You will then be able to form a strong wall of defense. Bear in mind, axes and war hammers can crush you, even with two weapons in hand.”

"Defense will not destroy my opponent,” Raven panted, smoothly swinging the blades from left to right. Over and over again.

“While you do not lack the strength and power, you must rely on subtle attacks,“ Alucardius explained.

“You must rely on astuteness, cunning, speed and above of all, patience to slay the enemy. “

“Draken does not.” Raven stated.

“In standard perspective, it would make sense for him to utilize his power in battle. Questions would be raised if a young girl such as you were to behead many enemies at once with a single powerful strike.”

She smirked “None would be alive to tell it. You said yourself we are to use our martial prowess when the occasion calls for it.”

He held his weapon and took a long, looping strike in her direction. Raven intercepted the blow with her dual swords, easily deflecting his sword to the side.

“Remain on the defensive against a larger opponent. Allow him to spend his energy and stamina against you.“ he explained to her. “As he fatigues, you remain strong and able. You will then have the inevitable advantage of ending his life.”

Alucardius seized the grip of his own sword with both of his hands and raised it high above his head, then he brought it all the way down in a fearsome chopping motion. Using the skills he had made her practice for three hours each day over the past year. Raven met Alucardius’ sword with one of her own blades. Had she tried to meet it straight forward, the power of his attack would have driven her own sword back into her, or knocked the weapon away from her hand. Instead she counter-attacked his weapon with a full contact, rerouting the blade so that it continued its downward arc at a completely different angle, passing harmlessly a few inches away from her shoulder.

“Well done,” Alucardius said with much approval, preparing himself for another power swipe.

“At last.” Raven complained.

“Do not block my blade. Redirect it. Patiently await for opponents to become exhausted or frustrated. Let them make a mistake, then exploit the opening and seize control, and make them pay with their lives.”

To better illustrate his speech, Alucardius took a savage attack that she picked off with ease. The momentum of his strike caused him to lean in farther than he should of, exposing his back and his shoulder to her counterattack. With the flicking of her wrist Raven was able to direct her own weapon toward his opening.

She scored a direct and straight hit, one of her weapons tracing a ten-centimeter-long line across his shoulder that would have painfully injured the arm of any other adversary. In the case of Alucardius, however, the weapon only cut through the cloth of his robe and left a small slice mark on the black fabric.

“I killed you!” she exclaimed with confident triumph, still holding her weapons.

“Well done,” he praised “Well done. You might make a fine warrior yet.”

Alucardius stroked the loose strands of her long black hair with his cold hands. He was proud of the progress made, but the night was early and the lessons had barely begun.
McBadgere
Oh my God these were beautiful...If I had a tenth of the creativity that's in here I'd be happy...The thought and the work that's gone into all this is increadible...All of the backstory and lesson stuff...The weapons training...Oh my God I'm bowing down to you right now... laugh.gif ...*Bows down*...See?... biggrin.gif ...

Right, quotie time...

There's something wrong on the page around the "anonymous scholar" section...

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This suited Alucardius well. He had been able to collect and expand his book chamber without fear of
drawing attention to himself from foreign forces: he was just another noble, another anonymous scholar
obsessed with vampirism. And to that end, she was able to read the collect knowledge for her mind to expand upon.



This bit made me laugh and "Ooof!!" in admiration...

QUOTE
"And if someone within our clan does not agree with our way of life? What becomes of them?" Raven's curiosity blossomed.

"Then remove such person from existence."



This bit is just increadibly beautiful...I can't tell you how amazing this was to me...I love it so much...

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Beyond that crag is the past, hidden by lies, mistakes, and speculation. Some malicious and some fielded for their own good. To navigate the precipitous terrain, they required maps to show them where the trails and mountain passes can be located -- but not all the directions offered to them are accurate, and not all of them are even intended to be.




Another "Oooof!!" moment...

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Draken growled silently. Raising his hand and making a gesture of question. “Why do you insist on treating me as a child?”

“Until you insist on ceasing to act as one.” was the harsh response of his father. Nothing more was said. Alucardius left the room, leaving Draken alone to think for himself.



As difficult as it is to believe, there's too many racks on display here... biggrin.gif ...I suggest taking "racked up" out, maybe?...

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Racks of training swords were racked up along the walls


Oh-ho-ho!!...Raven dual wields swords too?...*Drools*...*Sighs*... biggrin.gif ...

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The only aspect of Raven’s technique that vexed Alucardius more was his daughter’s desire for using two blades. What was the future of etiquette and gallantry if a swordsman could not best another with a single blade? What had become of etiquette and gallantry, in any case? Alucardius thought



These two were increadible...Absolutely brilliant and amazing...Seriously...I was riveted all the way through...I stand amazed and delighted in equal measure...Sooo brilliant...

Nice one!!!... biggrin.gif ....

*Applauds with much gusto!!*...
Acadian
You continue to paint some wonderful scene-setting images and naturally flowing dialogue. I enjoyed Raven’s first kill, your well-researched tying in of Clavicus Vile and Molag Bal and the family’s sword play. smile.gif
Black Hand
o.O

Nice! Not much more I could say, not that I don't want too, rather I had to take a large chunk in all at once. Still processing all the awsum...
jack cloudy
There is a delightful mixture of various nastiness in this piece, especially in the family relations. Something tells me that one of the siblings will end up ashifying the other at some point, despite daddy dearest's grand attempts at preventing it.

Just one thing that slightly confuses me. On the one hand Alucardius (Alucard? does that mean Grandpa vampire is Draculaius?) puts great value on teaching his offspring subtlety and scheming over mere raw brutality. On the other hand however, whenever they hunt, the prey winds up dead. (with the potential exception of the family's servants.) So my idea is that vampirism in your story is really contagious to the point that anyone who survives a feeding will turn into a vampire with 100% certainty. That would explain the need for killing. Hiding and raising two vampires is bad enough, imagine if you end up with another dozen each week. As for the servants, they tap of the blood with knives or bloodsuckers and then offer it to their fangy masters in an elegant glass.
Darkness Eternal
McBadgere: Thanks dude! And yes, I just noticed the error with the phrase. I cope and pasted from my word document, it came out wrong it seemed. Going to fix it right away. As for the quotes, the mountain pass thing was kinda in my mind ever since the release of Skyrim. Cyrodiilic vampires don't even have a proper name other than Order, and no one even mentions them in the game. And Raven does duel wield, but she's more proficient in other arts of combat(Prologue). wink.gif

Acadian: Thanks. I was kinda wondering how Daedric worship was done, excluding the sacrifices and shrines. Then I encountered a Molag Bal stattuete in Oblivion in a cave somewhere full of gold coin around it. The sword play also ties in. I didn't want to write a battle scene and just explain it how they learned to fight. Having Alucardius teach it was my best choice.

Black Hand: Ah, the neighborhood assassin! And that's fine. I can always provide a recap if you are unwilling to read the entire thing. Just a side note, your avatar, name and story is based off of assassins, correct? What is you're personal opinion on the Crimson Scars? I plan to add them in a much later time, but we all know their fate.

Jack Cloudy: Sibling rivalry is a spice in this tale. But I won't spoil what happens in the end in the trio of blood-suckers. As for the name, Alucardius, it makes a little a sense. Alucard backwards is Dracula. And in Oblivion, there was a vampire who's name was Aluc Ardius. The same name, with the obvious seperation and Imperial suffix. I just thought it best to name him that, but making it slightly different.

And yep, from playing Elder Scrolls and reading the ingame lore, we heard a number of stories of people who got bitten and were infected. Such as the anonymous author of vampires of Illiac Bay who escaped with a chunk from his arm missing, only to wake up dead(Haha..waking up dead. Makes little sense). There is always a slight chance it won't happen, but it's never safe to speculate on such matters, especially for a small group who value secrecy and discretion.

The matter of servants left me a bit confused. Would a vampire ever have mortal servants? I mean, they are experts of concealment. Lord Lovidicus kept the secret from the servants and the woman he loved for a good amount of time. And Jakben has his own man-servant, but he must of known something.
Darkness Eternal
~Chapter Seven: Lord Lentulus~


Two days later:

Years ago, Alucardius’s plans to construct riches, political power and influence had been damaged by his needs as a vampire. Banished into a life of isolation lest other mortals be aware of his condition, he had worked only through allies and emissaries. While he could easily pass as a mortal, he knew he would have to instruct his children in far more important matters such as responsibility and patience to be even better than how he began his first journey. By teaching them these things, they will mature into great influential individuals. But how can they if they could not handle a simple kill?

Raven, in his eyes, passed the test to the letter with her craftiness. But Draken failed miserably by nearly drawing attention to himself once. In either manner, the blood of predators were deeply rooted in his offspring, but the animalistic urges had to be tempered in a political landscape. He understood that, but did his children?

Vampires had existed in one manner or another for countless generations. Throughout their existence they had an endless confrontation against mortal and often one another. Time and time again the immortal spawn of Molag Bal had been crippled by their own rivalries and internal struggles. From the Illiac Bay to Morrowind, vampires have waged war against each other, believing themselves above each other with the Dark Gift adrift their veins. Not to say the Order did not think the same way. There was reason why they were the only clan in Cyrodiil. Blessed with powers of deception, they infiltrated society and purged Cyrodiil from barbaric tribes of vampires many years ago. Thus allowing the Cyrodilic bloodline to remain a myth and secret in mortal society while being the only dominant clan in the Imperial Province.

The existence of vampires is well known ever since the early ages where Tamriel was young. Where a single nedic woman was sexually violated by the Daedric Prince to spite the prideful Arkay. And in the end, vampires were born, evolving by the centuries into various tribes and clans and bloodlines. The Order was older than some, so ancient that their name was lost in the void of history. In the first and second era, Cyrodiil was plagued by feral vampires, creatures of nightmarish proportions which met their end at the careful machinations of a similar, but civilized “monstrosities”. Ever since vampires were rumored to be extinct and even none existent in Cyrodiil, as they were in Morrowind. But the threat of rival clans grows near, and the safety of the Order’s secret is at risk.

For that reason alone Alucardius had chosen Draken and Raven as his potential successors: They had the potential to one day surpass even his own station as a nobleman and join the ranks of the Order‘s finest leaders. Or so he been led to believe. Now doubt crept into his mind. Over a decade had passed by, yet both his children already show signs of early decadence in both behavior and moral standing. They show visible signs and traits of competition, vying for his favor while they should simply join ideas and seek to improve their unending lives. Raven developed a fierce ambition and a dangerous cunning that often made him wonder if she would possibly even take over the Order itself, yet she showed subtle signs of empathy which could potentially hinder her advancement. While Draken’s continuous lack of interest in important matters peeved Alucardius to the bone. Were his children doomed or did they yet have hope? It was too early to decide. So he set his mind to the present task.

The town of Anvil still stands as a sea merchant district, composed primarily of sailors and sea-faring men and women. Mostly redguards that hail from the heat-ridden Hammerfell. While mercenaries and pirates patrolled the coast under the nose of the Imperial watch. The town itself was nothing but ramshackle huts that housed a brood of malevolent low-lives. Thieves, skooma addicts and criminals composed the able-bodied individuals. To his benefit, his meeting took place in a fort up the hills far from the town. A home of a much more insidious criminal.

Alucardius stared at the passing roads from within the carriage. He watched with his hand on his lap, while his other fist sat under his chin. His eyes furrowed in deep thoughts. For some reason, the meeting was postponed for weeks prior than the current day by the regal noble of Anvil, Lord Lentulus. Alucardius suspected it was due to financial problems other dire issues that were more personal. Regardless of it’s standing, he was sure he would discover the nature of it.

While Alucardius held himself as a nobleman, he also kept the secret of being a vampire of the Order. Even so, he was not the only one with a secret agenda. Half of the senators in the Imperial City along with Lentulus, led double lives in one manner or the other: swearing to those around them as upstanding citizens to preserve the Empire and it’s ideals, while simultaneously accepting bribes from Criminal Syndicates, facilitating slavery in Morrowind and the smuggling of Skooma to Bravil and Anvil from Elsweyr. And involving themselves in some of the ill-doings from pirates. We all stand as two-faced individuals, divided by fate and destined for eternity to seek out our hidden identities.

“We have arrived, my lord.” said the rider as he repeatedly whipped the reins on the riding steeds. The horses came to a stop and Alucardius sat in his place until the door was opened for him. As expected, the rider opened the carriage door and waved a hand for the Cyrodilic nobleman to come forth. In all his splendor, Alucardius stepped out into the cool night air.

Fort Lentulus towered over him, casting large shadows that dwarfed even the tallest of nords. The aged vampire assumed a posture of confidence as he walked to the castle gates, escorted by the guards that stood watch outside. The fresh spray of the ocean and the salty scent of the sea gave him a reminder of his days as a human.

His long strides brought him to the door, where he was welcomed by a couple of well-dressed servants. They took his burgundy overcoat, holding it with delicate care as he was admitted entrance into the fort. The large building itself was not as grand and overly decorated as his own, but Alucardius found it much suiting for a nobleman of Lentules’ caliber.

The foyer itself was large, bearing various expensive furniture made from rare wood and the carpet made from an exotic creature he did not recognize. He glanced around, holding his hands behind his back as he expressed an inspective look.

“Sir Vladmirius, Lord Lentulus should be with you shortly.” said the ruddy servant “In the meantime, would you care for Cyrodiilic brandy? Or some of our wine?”

“That won’t be necessary,” said Alucardius with a dismissive hand. The servant bowed slightly before retreating into one of the rooms to the south of the manor. There, he awaited simply for the Lord.

It did not take long for Lentulus to arrive. Alucardius counted a minute and a half, at most. He was a middle-aged Imperial of average height, having had blonde hair what was combed straight back from a prominent forehead. Bright blue eyes were placed in a symmetrical yet unremarkable visage. He stood clothed in layers of overwhelming colored trappings, which included a vest which bore the finest silk and family symbols and a velvet overcloak that collapsed to his knees, revealing large, fresh, low-heeled leather boots. He opened his arms that were as wide as his smile, greeting Alurcardius with an exaggerated gesture.

“Ah, and Sir Alucardius arrives! Forgive me for keeping you waiting. I truly did not mean to waste time.”

Alucardius contained his resentment, cloaking it with the mask of friendliness. “Time is of no concern to me. Results are.”

“A man of principle, as I‘ve always remembered.” said Lentulus with a smile “Come, come. Let us take our meeting onto the dining room, shall we?”

Under the large living space and through a lobby of polished stone they traversed the fort together, eventually arriving at a second small room where a table had been set up. It was overflowing with food and drink. As soon as they seated themselves, servants began serving food, including various meats that Alucardius could not resist. Even so, the unfortunate hobby of consuming food while undergoing matters of business was one that Alucardius had grown to tolerate in his time with mortals, but in secret he despised it. Vampires could dine on meat soaked in blood, but roasted flesh and legumes was something he was forced to eat for the sake of fitting into a “proper” society.

Like the act of consuming food, Alucardius grew to loathe many non-humans as well. Humans were an advanced and evolved race. Especially the Imperials. Considering their level of intelligence and shrewd capabilities, they were rightful rulers of Tamriel. Most Emperors and Empresses where human, with the exception of one named Katariah. And yet most of Tamriel’s diverse species of race considered themselves to be in equal standing with humans. Unlike the Order’s vampires, mortals had no qualms about lowering themselves to the level of less evolved creatures-- the weak-minded, misguided, needy, and pathetic. Sharing petty conceptions and ideals of equality. Instead of proving their superiority, they constantly allowed themselves to be anchored by their inferiority and mediocrity.

Alucardius chewed on a diced piece of tomato, masking his undesirable feel with a face of satisfaction.

“These are planted and collected in the West Weald region. I have the finest wines, cheeses and tomatoes from there.”

“Truly a remarkable taste,” Alucardius said “ I’ve never had better.”

Lentulus bowed slightly. “A pleasure to be of service.”

Both ate the food, Alucardius taking his time with each bite to pass the time and to minimize his chances of taking another bite. He decided to speak on the subject of the late meeting. “You have been occupied these past days, it seems. I have heard, however, you plan to sell a good fair bit of land you own near the Great Forest?”

The nobleman shook his head, correcting Alucardius. “Bordering the area outside of the Great Forest. Though I am not inclined to offer much choice since the family who claims the territory there are the Darksky.”

Alucardius made a consideration.

“You would not be interested in buying any land near the Great Forest, especially in these times. You see, the villagers nearby are superstitious and believe the woodlands to be haunted. And with the monthly murders surfacing around those regions, it is best to be mindful. Given the recent loss of cattle and sheep the farmers have been having as well, I would advise caution for your own safety if you should consider purchasing real estate there.”

The guest nodded, bringing the cup of fine wine to his mouth and taking a sip. “I shouldn’t concern myself with the workings of a loose rabid beast, Lentulus. My thoughts are to simply expand my business. I have heard you also own a fair share of land near Skingrad as well.”

Lentulus sighed. “I’m afraid I’m not in the habit of keeping true to my line of work as often as I would like.”

Alucardius took yet another sip of the wine before setting it down slightly. “Something transpired, then?”

Lentulus was silent, as if considering what to say. But Alucardius read his expression, and it was not of pondering, but rather, worry. A more personal issue, then. He thought.

After a moment, the human nobleman decided to reveal the truth. “My daughter has gone missing for the past four days. The Imperial Legion was sent to investigate, but no one knows her current whereabouts. Last time she was seen was in the Imperial City at a party. I have sent some of my trusted men to search for clues on her whereabouts. I hold onto hope, knowing there is a chance I can find her.”

Alucardius stroked his chin. “I am sorry for the troublesome situation. It is unfortunate. And to wonder the level of incompetence the Legion could be when tasked with such a simple quest. The Imperial City is large, given the size of the place one would wonder if the security is as strong as most would claim it to be. Now I see that it is simply not the case.”

Both where silent. Alucardius was not as compassionate to the loss of the man’s child as he acted to be. As far as he was concerned, he was confident Lentulus could care less about any of his apparent heirs. One of three children went missing and he speaks as if he gives a care in the world. Then it struck Alucardius that he may hold some form of lovable attachment to his children, as he himself has. A brief thought of losing Raven would send him to the brink of insanity.

Interested, though not as much as other important affairs, Alucardius pressed on with the conversation. “How was her ladyship? Were you aware of the friends she surrounds herself with? Or whom she was last seen with?”

The answer never came out of the mouth of Lentulus, as two new figures entered the room. Both heads turned to see a couple of adolescent teens arrive. The surviving children of Lentulus, Alucardius thought. Providing the third was not a simple prodigal daughter gone astray.

The girl was tall, bearing a triangular-shaped face and sympathetic brown eyes. Her hair was long and brown, almost matching Raven’s where it not for the color. Her body was a able and strong, lithe. She was indeed very beautiful for her kind. I’ll be sure not to allow Draken anywhere near her, he told himself.

The other half, a young man of perhaps nineteen or eighteen, stood beside his sister. He had blondish hair, as his third sister had, so Alucardius has been informed once. His expression was not as peaceful as hers. He had a wide-eyed look to him, and his frown only added to the obvious hostility that radiated off of the brother. Remarkable, how similar they are to mine, and yet, so different altogether.

“Alucardius, these are my two children, Leynne and Patros. Patros and Leynee, this is Sir Alucardius Vladmirius.”

The young man went across the room with heavy steps and shook his hand, but without a smile. “A pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise” the vampire replied.

The young woman came into the dining area, also shaking his hand, but with a more enthusiastic shake that made him wonder if she was at all upset at the loss of her sister.

“Vladmirius,” she said with a exhale “They all look the same. You have a wonderful family.”

Aluardius felt a cold shiver on his body. My family? What does this girl know? He tilted his head, mouth gaping wide slightly with a smile. “We’ve never met, have we?”

“You are Alucardius? Draken’s father?”

Tempted to frown and seethe, Alucardius simply nodded with teeth clenched into a friendly grin. he shifted himself on his seat.

“You have met my son before.” he didn't make it a question.

The young woman had a sheepish look to her. She was perhaps younger than her adventurous sibling and much more innocent. She nodded her head slightly with a bright smile that could sway any mortal man with the need to mate. “Yes, I believe we’ve met in the Imperial City. Aurelia introduced him to me.”

Alucardius could only nod his head. He assumed Aurelia was the missing sibling. Could my son be involved with her disappearance? Nay, Leynee would of protested or said something. But how distant was the day she met Draken to the day she disappeared? he wondered. True, Draken was frowned upon when he left to go on travels far off. But Alucardius thought it fair to allow a sense of freedom to his son once and awhile when he shows signs of tempering his base desires.

Yet the realization that his son could fall, that he was fallible, caused him a sense of unease. It was not fear for his son’s safety, but a bothersome disquiet for discretion. He could hold himself against battle, that much was certain. But what if circumstances arose where he would feed on a young man or woman, and their bodies where discovered, linking their deaths to a potential vampire threat. The secret that vampires can blend in society would be revealed as truth, rather than a far fetched legend. It would be inevitable one day, that vampires would be known to walk among men, but he frowned upon the idea that his son would be the ones to raise the mask. While killing to feed was no crime, doing so to a person who’s life had worth in a manner was beyond acceptable. Even so, Draken would never be so reckless, Alucardius thought. He would never do something as to kill a nobleman’s daughter…knowing how well his father was in allegiance with her father.

“You have never told me much about your children, Alucardius.” Lentulus had said, actually sounding disappointing.

What am I to tell? He asked himself. Placing another forceful forkful into his mouth, Alucardius smiled without baring his teeth as he chewed his food. He swallowed and then interlocked his fingers together.
“Raven is my young daughter. Draken is my older son.”

Lentulus frowned a bit at the vague description of his associate’s children. This already had worried Alucardius. Many potential things could happen. Lentulus was involved with illegal skooma trade, aiding in the smuggling of slaves, and a great array of many things. Yet those who are closest to him whom answer to the High Council are often bribed and paid off so they would keep their mouths shut.

Secretly, Alucardius hoped to avoid speaking much of his own offspring before the time came where they could run their own business and have their own servants -- before they fully matured. Knowing well how the human mind would work, he would assume Lentulus would be interested in meeting them. An unwelcome notion, one such as that. A criminal leader such as this man would be more harm than good. And with his professional henchmen walking around, doing heinous accomplishments for profit, he would be sure to be of a threat.

“Are they in any academy or universities of sorts?”

“I school them myself, at times.” Alucardius leaned back in his chair after his answer to Lentulus.

“So they are taught at your home? If you don’t mind me saying, wouldn’t that keep them from being socially adept? Leynne and Patros study at the Imperial academy and the Arcane university.”

Last thing my children would be is socially challenged, Alucardius thought before answering. But instead, once again the young girl answered.

“I actually found Draken quite a gentlemen,” Leynee said “Aurelia fancied him from first sight. And we got along fine.”

That was the answer Alucardius wished he never had heard. The young these days, he inhaled.

“That would be excellent then, we can arrange a dinner for all of us together.”

That would be a catastrophe, he thought. Then again, if the young girl grew attached to Draken, who’s incompetence knew no bounds, then imagine Raven being able to forge a relationship with the younger man? The possibilities would yield rewards such as the procuring of information only known within the walls of the Lentulus family, or perhaps even a free admition to one of the academic establishments in the Imperial City. Yet, something told him not to get too close to this family. Business was business, after all.

“A fine offering, but one I must decline for now.”

Lentulus regarded him with a curious stare, one which began to annoy Alucardius. Does he suspect anything?

“Oh, that is unfortunate then. I would love to have met your children. It is good to know that Aurelia took a liking to Draken. Perhaps he would know where she was or who her friends are?” Lentulus lamented.

“I find it unlikely." Alucardius said, before taking a final sip of his wine. By Molag Bal, Draken, I better hope you have nothing to do with this.
jack cloudy
Oh, Alucardius had better keep that vampire arrogance in check. Especially the parts where he condemns crimes he himself commits. Of course, as the master race he is above mere mortal ethics but still. Too much arrogance leads to carelessness which leads to a sudden affliction of excessive dustiness.

And he is also going to be unpleasantly surprised when he finds out that yep, Draken did mess up big time.

Moving back onto the subject of mortal servants. The vampires as you write them don't look like the type to permit themselves to serve another vampire. Not in the role of an actual servant, that is. So that leaves mortals, who are also easier to come by anyway. Being a nobleman, Alucardius has more freedom in his actions than most. So he can do things like order people to gather from time to time and tap out some of their blood. For Alchemical purposes, if an excuse is needed. But people will still be asking what he needs all that blood for.

Why does he need tapping? Well because while he could kill of every time he gets thirsty, people will also eventually start noticing the unusual large number of dead people all the time. (This gets even worse when the killings/disappearings follow a regular pattern.) Since we're not talking about one vampire, but three, their needs are also three times as great as they would be were Alucardius childless.

One other problem I've noticed that both killings I'm aware of were conducted on upper or middle class people. There was the guy at the fancy party of Raven's and Draken's little nobleborn victim. If a lower-class person like a peasant or stableboy gets lost, no one important really cares. Plenty more were that came from. But a middle class or upper class victim? Their families wield more money and influence and therefore can cause a decent investigation and manhunt for the perpetrator. So are these fancy folk their standard course of living meal?

I remember in Oblivion there is a vampire with an alternative solution. She took prisoners from the count's jail. When people disappear from the prison, who cares? It just means the good count is hard on crime.

So anyway, Alucardius needs a renewable source of blood that won't raise questions. Cattle is one option used by his more barbaric cousins from Vvardenfell. However, cattle doesn't seem like they work well as servants themselves so someone will have to take care of them, keep them healthy and fed. I don't see Alucardius, Raven or heaven's forbid Draken lowering themselves to do that. So again, mortal servants. As for why said servants keep quiet when they should at least have a suspicion something isn't normal? I have only one word. Loyalty.

Why are they loyal? Options include vampiric charm or having been picked up from the gutter by Alucardius and given a place in his estate as a servant. Sure, the man may have this weird hobby of drinking blood but hey, giving up a pint every few days sure beats starving to death in the dungheap.
Black Hand
The plot thickens!! Enjoying this I am...I can imagine the slightest twitch on Alucardius' face as he hears about how Draken has met the Lords children. Micro-expressions; I believe they call it.
Darkness Eternal

JACK:
Ah, we are getting somewhere, aren't we? Very analytical, I like that. Overconfidence is always the downfall of most men. Power does corrupt, but along the way it causes a person to believe themselves nearly infalllible. Now onto the servants, shall we? I always imagined the Order's vampires to work in stations, each doing their own thing while at the same time acklowleding each other's progress. For example, the Pale Lady, as you mentioned, did feed on prisoners, and on the third day, she killed them. But she did it in the Castle Grounds, where the Lord of the Castle was a vampire himself, and undoubtedly a vampire using the title of wizard to cover up the reason why he lives for so long, or why he is so secluded. And Jakben Earl of Imbel did house a small nest of his kin beneath his own home, and they did serve him because he was master of the house.

Don't worry, the hiearchy of vampires(Which to be honest, is not as vast as most would believe) is going to be depicted once the politically-centered plotting begins. And funny you should mention the whole "tapping" thing and cattle. I promise the next close chapters will reveal a little bit more insight on how they feed at home. I suppose the kill Raven made had it's risks, but he was confident to allow her to make such a kill. Since I guess each race has a different taste of blood and etc. Noble vampires like noble blood? While Draken was more of a careless move to begin with.

As for cattle, the VVardenfell vampires are not as secretive as the ones from Cyrodiil. Even in the game of Morrowind, I remember NPC's mentioned how vampires cannot blend in. And also mentioning how the ones in Imperial cultures pass unreconized and into the Mages Guild and Imperial aristocracy. Most vampires views Man, Mer and Beast as cattle. It's the method of harvesting the blood that is different. VVardenfell vampires kidnap their prey by force, or lure out their prey in traps such as the Berne. The argonians had a special way to make their cattle sleep in a deep slumber, so they can easily take the blood from their unconscious prey whenever they want. I suppose the Order respected that so much, that one even copied the same method using a sleeping prisoner in a cattle cell in Deepscorn Hollow.

You will understand more how the whole servants and maid works in the family household, I won't hold back on describing a bit of it.

I won't spoil much, but the ancient tomes and scrolls purchased to fill the library contain ancient secrets and rituals, which can be used for knowledge. But let's just end it with saying that there will be some dark irony in this tale along the way.

Black Hand:
Yes, finally it is growing into something, isn't it? Eventually, something will happen, much sooner than expected too.
Acadian
So Draken’s misbite returns to likely wreak some havoc it seems. Well presented here! Your descriptions of manors, with their tiles, tapestries and such continues to be magnificent. smile.gif

You may be editing a touch too fast, for this episode contained a number of minor typos or nits:
-Where his children doomed or did they yet have hope? ‘
‘were’
- “We have arrived, my lord.” said the rider as he repeatedly whipped the reigns on the riding steeds. ‘
‘reins’
-’His long strides brought to the door, where he was welcomed by a couple of well-dressed servants. ‘
This seems to need the word ‘him’?
-’He was an middle-aged Imperial of average height, ‘
‘a’
-’And to wonder his incompetent the Legion could be when tasked with such a simple quest. ‘
Not sure what your intended wording is here.
-Where you aware of the friends she surrounds herself with? ‘
‘were’
Darkness Eternal
Acadian: Doh! Thanks for the grammar corrections! And yes, karma is coming back to bite him in the boat.
mALX
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QUOTE

Raven recalled the little story of sending all the servants home early and also dissapearing for a few days. For what exactly? She thought, because he forgot to drink a few pints of blood? As stupid as he is, I doubt he is that reckless. And what in Oblivion was he doing here alone all this time, I wonder?


Leave it to Raven to immediately begin sniffing out Draken's mistakes, lol.


Someone said it earlier, and I have to agree - there is a feel of Anne Rice to this story.


LOVED this little discrepancy, which I'm sure was deliberate:

QUOTE

Then it struck Alucardius that he may hold some form of lovable attachment to his children, as he himself has.

...if the young girl grew attached to Draken, who’s incompetence knew no bounds



And he is right, already Raven suspects something and now the girls father is on their doorstep.


QUOTE

By Molag Bal, Draken, I better hope you have nothing to do with this.


Keep hoping, Alucardius.

I love how quickly Draken's error is being revealed, just when he thought he got away with something - and that he was (URK!) enough to bury her on the property too - what was he thinking? LOVE this little situation !!


I absolutely love this story, my problem is that I have very limited free time. I will get halfway through a chapter and have to stop, then when I come back to finish reading (have to start over and refresh my mind on the beginning of the chapter). URK! Awesome Write !!!



McBadgere
Excellent chapter...Loved it...

The whole "I'm sitting here disgusted with your continued existence" feel from Alucardius was brilliant...Really enjoyed that a lot...

I'm still stunned that you give so much in each chapter...It's amazing... biggrin.gif ...

Although...As Acadian noted, you're going through it in the edit too fast...There's a couple of things that stood out...

"But Draken failed miserably but nearly drawing attention to himself once."

By?...

"Fort Lentulus towered him"

Over?...

Small stuff...

Maybe take a bit longer to re-read it...I know it's long, but it's the simple stuff that sometimes gets missed...I should know... laugh.gif ...

Nice one!!... biggrin.gif ...

*Applauds heartily*...
Darkness Eternal
mALX: Thanks. Yeah, the secret is unfolding itself as time progresses. And don't worry, come back if you want and read it whenever you have free time wink.gif

McBadgere: I took care of all those little mistakes. cool.gif And I always figured some vamps as "racist" or "xenophobics". They hate other vampires, so imagine humans then? Hehe. And I should try to add quality over quantity, since some chapters are too big.


~Chapter Eight: Accusations~


Draken was awake all night, thinking on how the death of the noble’s daughter would affect his father’s business. He doubted it would hinder their relationship, after all, no one saw him leave with the girl that night. Neither has the girl’s father met Draken in person, only her sister. But what if one came to investigate the manor grounds? It would too much of a coincidence. I have nothing to fear, the secret will never be out.

Pacing around his room and sitting down in the waning hours of night, he heard soft footsteps emerge from outside his room. And soon enough, a soft knock on the door. What now? One of the servants come to pester me with questions?

****


Raven knocked on the door sharply. It took moments for the answer to come through, but eventually a command to enter was spoken. She opened the door and entered his chambers. Like her room, his quarters also had two spaces. A regular room and one that actually was of benefit for a creature of the night. She had been in his room before, but she couldn’t help but admire at the extravagance. The stone walls were adorned with expensive hangings and paintings of the family, most of which where of himself. Dark candles burning strong scents were scattered about the room provide a dim glow in the air. In one corner was a large, luxuriant coffin, of the same manner as hers. In another was an obsidian table, holding a small chest atop it.

The lid of the chest was wide open, revealing the jewelry within: necklaces of precious stones, rings of gold and silver, encrusted with ruby gemstones. Draken took great efforts to surround himself with material wonders and the atmosphere of wealth, so much that he never left the manor without wearing his extravagant trappings. The trinkets meant very little for Raven, however. She was more intrigued with the scrolls and tomes that filled the bookshelf along the wall, each a wondrous volume clad in leather embossed material. Many of the volumes were very old, and she knew they contained the ancient spells and information long ignored by her wastrel brother. She assumed they were now being used as decoration.

Draken was dressed with a red blouse shirt that bore a V neck on the collar edged with golden dots. The sleeves were purple and bright, obviously a noble’s trappings. The only thing about him that was off was his feet, which were not yet covered with any shoes. Raven knew her brother well enough to discern that he was preparing to leave the house. If I ask…he will deny it, Raven told herself, but let me test his intelligence.

She simply leaned on the wall, inspecting his room. Something was amiss and she knew it, his bed sheets were a different color. And she could detect the faintest smell of blood, even if not fresh. Human blood… She looked at Draken after briefly glancing around her surroundings, she smiled with a friendly smirk.

‘What is it that you want?” Draken sighed, unmoved by her sympathetic expression. Probably figured she was in one of her mind games again. she thought.

“To give you a word of advice,” she said “father is away and won't be back for a few weeks."

“You lack a point.” Draken shot at her.

Raven sighed “My point is that you should be more careful. He has not granted you leniency. And his decree is absolute. You should not go gallivanting after tavern wenches or innocent maidens if you know you cannot handle it. And more than ever, we must keep our eyes on some of the servants. I am simply looking out for you.”

“So says father’s pet.” Draken yawned.

Raven sensed jealousy from her brother’s part. Ever since their toddler age, there always has been some animosity and favoritism stemming from both the offspring and the parents. Raven took time to notice it, but the choosey bond was undeniably there. She was often the scorn and ill talk surrounding her mother’s tongue when she was still with them, while she was praised and nearly worshiped by her father. On the contrary was Draken, who’s mother was more affectionate to him than she was to Raven. While his antics were frowned upon by Alucardius. Everything went to Oblivion when they heard of their mother’s death.

“Father wishes the best for us both.” Raven confronted him.

He scoffed “He stands alone. You seem to forget that there once was two heads of this single house.”

Draken had a point, a Lord of his house was not nearly as strong as he would be with a wife at his side. Raven did not wish to continue with the subject, however. She was more interested in discovering where Draken’s journey was about to take him.

“Where shall you go, then?”

“The Imperial City.”

“What’s in the Imperial City that is so special to you?” she leaned on the wall, hands behind her back.

Draken sighed deeply this time, his gesture utterly telling her he was peeved by her questions.

“A bookstore. I plan to pick up the latest novel released today. Expand my knowledge a bit. I can perhaps fetch you a newborn infant to sate the thirst?”

A bookstore? Why go to a bookstore when we have a library a few halls away? And since when do you enjoy reading? Raven asked herself. But she did not want to let her skepticism show. Especially not to her brother. She knew he was going somewhere for reasons he did not want to tell her. But she would find out, one way or another.

Raven smiled at him and got up from her relaxed position. “Well, make sure you’re well-fed. We wouldn’t want to have you duplicate any imprudent past transgressions.”

She saw his reaction. He must have been reflecting back to the night where he was suppose to impress his father with his first kill outside of those walls. The night which proved anything but a success.

“I fed on a woman,” Draken seethed “Not a defenseless child.”

“He wasn't a child. And you speak as if morality has to do with anything. I did what I was told and killed who I needed to sustain myself. Stalk, caress, lure and kill. Not chase my prey like a ravenous wolf.” Raven suddenly blurted out. To prevent him from arguing, she added “In any manner, we will be given a chance to rectify our mistakes, or at least our actions perceived for such.“

“I appreciate the advice, now I need to get myself fully dressed. Please, leave.“ He added.

Raven said nothing. He wasn’t buying her claim she told him a minute earlier. She looked around once more, ignoring his hostile stare. Why does he want me to leave so badly? She sensed a thick aggression stemming from him, more pronounced than ever before. What have you done? She asked herself, out loud she said:

“You are hiding something. I know it.”

Draken was silent. Raven continued to speak. “You may try to mask it from father, but you cannot keep it from me.”

He shook his head. “My sister has finally been driven to the unforgiving edges of paranoia. What is this, a conspiracy theory? Are you mad?”

Raven shrugged and moved from her position on the wall alongside the rims of his bed, slowly caressing the edges as she passed along. Her eyes on the bed, rather than Draken. “The bed sheets are changed.”

“They always are.” He said to her.

Twice every three weeks, she recalled. It’s been done for years. Strict guidelines to change the bed sheets in a regular schedule. It was abnormal that the perfect artificial calendar was changed. She did not tell Draken that, as saw it unfit. She needed a more direct confirmation to her suspicions.

“Amiela did it? Correct?” Her eyes was now staring into his own, piercing them, trying to discern any hints of uncertainty. He looked back, sharing the same expression. After a moment, he said it. The words she wanted to hear.

“Yes,”

Wrong, Raven thought, Amiela does not work this week. So many different servants and maids, he must of lost track of their names. Or perhaps no one changed his sheets but himself…something that Draken was not known for doing. Raven bit her lip in mild frustration. There is only one way to get information out of him.

“You’re a terrible liar, Draken.”

“I am not---”

She raised her hand to stop any further deception. She stopped and sat on the large bed.

“You never sleep on a bed, to begin with. Amiela does not even work around the manor, not until Sundas. And you never even change the sheets. Adding to that is the act of dismissing our servants for the night. Aside from that, I have noticed you lack a certain quality you always possess while we spar in the training room. You were careless, less offensive and more passive. You never were like that before.”

Draken continued to try and talk his way out. But Raven had him where she wanted him, as a child caught putting his hands where they shouldn’t be. “I beat you in our last match.”

“That you did, but I felt you faltering, as if something troubled your mind. I know you. You would dispel our maids from the house because you wanted to be alone.”

“You are delusional.” he said. “I did nothing.”

“Spare me the lies, Draken. I know for a fact that you did not change the bed sheets because Vaermina decided to visit your dreams and soak it wet with Sanguine’s lechery. There is spilled blood somewhere and you tried to desperately cover it. Just tell me, who did you bring into your room to feed on? One of our servants?”

Draken began to mumble unintelligible words. He then spoke out louder “No one.”

The high pitch of the voice, the more violent tone. He knows he has done something, she reflected. And he is now allowing his emotions of my inquires to pester him. Just a gentle nudge, to confirm the truth.

“You can trust me. I always found one of the maidens tantalizing anyways. Such soft flesh, pulsing with the sweet red nectar underneath simple waiting to be drained out to wet our tongues.” She said softly.

His expression darkened, eyes wide, face contorted into a display of raw anger. He shouted, rousing a powerful scream that grew worse with each word. “Get out!”

“I wonder what father would think if this.” Raven turned away, quickly marching toward the exit of his chambers until he halted her.

“Wait,” he whispered. She stopped in her tracks, slowly turning back to where her brother was sitting. He was seated on the edge of the bed, eyes staring into the center of it. She folded her arms at the chest, trying to figure what he was thinking. But it would appear that would no longer be needed.

“There is something you must know.” Draken finally said. The taint of anger, the raw pulsing hatred was now replaced with a whispered mumble coated in a distraught voice. What did you do? Raven asked herself, his manner of speech tonality was starting to make her worry that this was no mere situation that could be shrugged off.
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