Post by decebal on Nov 5, 2010 0:26:51 GMT -5
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Decebal Vladimir Dracul
[/color][/i]Decebal Vladimir Dracul
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" I'm over it
You see I'm falling in the vast abyss
Clouded by memories of the past
At last I see
I hear it fading, I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them finding, always whining
Take my hand now be alive"[/center]
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~ how did you find us?: Delts
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~ my name is : Decebal Vladimir Dracul
~ call me : D, Dec
~ i am : four thousand twenty nine
~ born on : 18, December 2014 bc
~ my twin : Andrei Andrei
~ gender : male
~ i like : girls
~ species : vampire
~ type : wild
~ animal form : n/a
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~ about me :one or more paragraphs about your characters personality
~ my family :Anca - mother
Flaviu - father
Helena - sister
Abel - brother
Marius - brother
Kathryn - wife
Traian - son
Simona - daughter
Nicoleta - daughter
Thocomerius - grandson
Vlad III Dracul - grandson
Felicienne Tepez - mate
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~ i love : 3+ likes
[/li][li][/color]fighting
[/li][li][/color]hunting
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~ i hate : 3+ dislikes
[/li][li][/color]Volturi
[/li][li][/color]Cats
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~ history :
Transylvania 2012 BC
The lands of Dacia are split between the two tribes of Dacians and Getae who have been roaming the lands for as far back as the ancient stories go. More tribes are moving in every day and Lord Flaviu is out on the battle field protecting his lands and hoping to conquer more. While he fights for his home his wife protects their camp a line of guards there to protect her, but what she needs is a midwife not a guard. She is in her third trimester and the baby inside her kicks with the strength of her husband a sure sign that he will be a warrior like his father. Anca moved her hand to her belly and felt he kick again but this time it was followed by a pain she recognized but never got used to. You would think that after three children she would be more accustomed to the pain but the birthing process never got easier. The winter winds blew against her face making the water leaking from her body sting as it froze on her skin. The ladies all gathered about her bringing her out of the cold and into her tent one made for war strategies not the birthing of a prince but what choice did she have?
The maids fetched hot water as she screamed placing her legs on the birthing crate telling her to push as if she would want him inside her any longer than necessary. Hours passed as she did her work pushing until out came the boy who would change the fate of their people, no one knew it yet but he was their savior. He was wrapped in wolves’ fur and placed in the arms of his mother who looked down at him with love in her eyes; the look all mothers gave their newborns. He looked her square in the eye while his hands reached for her swollen breasts as if he knew the milk was there waiting. She gave him what he desired and knew in that moment what she would name him, “Decebal shall be his name, my little brave one.” She said cradling him in her arms. Both mother and child fell asleep not knowing that there were many parts of their future already being decided on the battle field.
Lord Flaviu was covered in blood the bodies of his enemies littered the field and his soldiers went over them one by one with spears making sure their deaths were final. The wind whipped his hair about as he looked up at the hundreds of men crucified in rows along the lands that now belonged to him. The Darcians, his people were now the supreme rulers of this land and it would be his family who led them. He was smiling looking at his handy work when his eldest son Abel ran to his sad handing him a message from camp. “It’s joyous news father.” He said patting him on the bas as Flaviu read the letter informing him of the birth of his son. “Back to camp!” he yelled pointing out three warriors to go with them while the rest disposed of the bodies who were not already strung up. When he arrived it seemed the news of their victory had already traveled as there were feasts being prepared and bonfires starting for the dancing that was sure to come. The women he enslaved were already on their way back to camp and he knew the men were more than restless after three months of fighting. These reasons and more were why he didn’t want Anca to come on this campaign but still she insisted and she was no ordinary woman something she proved to him over and over again.
He walked into the tent and saw her laying there his son cooing in her arms as she slept it must have been a long birth. He picked up his son and saw immediately that he had all his dark features a Dracul if there ever was one, another son to be proud of. He sat down on the side of her cot and stroked her hair a notion of tenderness he reserved only for her he was so happy in that moment. The baby started to cry and she awoke smiling at him when their eyes met, “Does he please you my lord” she asked her hands reaching for the crying son who was in need of another feeding. “Always.” He said thinking more of her than the child at the time. “We have secured the lands and it is time for you to go home the children will be missing their mother, I’ve already arranged for a guard to take you.” He stood up signaling that there was no arguing on the matter and she nodded her head missing her children more than she expected. She stayed long enough to enjoy the feast but left as soon as she heard the bells of the gypsy dancers knowing this was no place for a proper woman. With her new son at her side she set her sights on home to Dacia the guard never sleeping as they made the two week march.
Upon their return Anca again set up the running of her house and went to check in on her daughters who were both marred with their own household. Leaving her with only the two young boys to manage something she was a professional at by now. Decebal’s first years were filled with change as his home was enlarged due to more money coming in from the lands. He learned to walk and talk within his first two years and soon after that was riding a horse like all young boys his age. He was a very active child and there was always something more to get into, he and his brother Marius were the trouble makers of town. He was always running after him trying his best to keep up when his little legs would only carry him so far yet lose legs soon grew to be taller than most of the boys his age. His father had long since returned home and he and his brothers would go on weekly hunting trips more so for sport than supply but that turned into one of his favorite pastimes. His childhood was filled with fun and laughter as his people prospered and his father gained wealth and a feared reputation. It was known far and wide the Dacian king was one to be reckoned with and the only tribe who dared to stand against them was the Getae a tribe they could not attack. They were brothers and Flaviu had made a promise they would always live as brothers and he was a man who kept his word.
Time passes by quickly when you’re having a good time but for his mother the precious moments in Decebal’s life couldn’t have lasted long enough. It wasn’t long before he was leaving home and going to school where he learned all about the world from his tutors. Abel lectured both the boys in the art of wrestling, he was the best in the land no one had been able to pin him since he was 13. His father taught him military tactics and how to ride a horse like any many who wished to ride on the battle field. He excelled in most things more so for the honor of his father than for himself but battle was something he had a true passion for. He studied his father’s old battles and those of the men across the sea who he learned were growing in number every year. His mind was like a sponge and each year he was gaining more knowledge preparing for the battle that he knew would come. Decebal always longed for a good battle and even picked fights with others for the slightest offense anything to give the excitement he craved. It had been seventeen years since his birth and he was the only one of his sibling to still be at home, it seemed he would always be stuck with his parents. His father was growing old and Abel had taken over the campaigns the next one would be difficult but Decebal had other things to worry about.
His mother was concerned with the fact that he had yet to marry so before they prepared for battle she organized a feast that would be in the honor of his brother but they all knew it was for him. Women from both Dacia and Getae arrived in their best furs coal around their eyes to give them an air of mystery but there was only one who interested him. Her name was Kathryn a princess of Getae and the one person who could give him what he wanted a unified land. Dec had heard his father and Abel discussing a war with them, it would break the treaty but if they won they would have riches beyond the dreams of any one man. The festival was lively and there was so much ale that he could hardly stand by the end of the night but still he had to go about his the right way. They had more enemies to put down in the north but an alliance with their brothers would seal the deal on what could be a costly battle. He knew his father wanted him to marry one of the princesses from across the sea but he found those people unworthy of their kinsmenship. Dec had his own plans for his future and although he was the youngest son he knew he could make his mark on his people. He strode over to the ladies tent where the women were dancing and pulled her aside their eyes meeting for the first time all night she smiled sweetly at him but he could see the defiance. “How do you like our country?” he asked knowing she hadn’t been there before as she looked at their home as if it were a wonder to behold.
“Its far more vast than our lands too bad I haven’t seen it all.” She says these words with wanting and he can see the desire in her eyes. “Oh but you can and I can show you, if you would join me.” He says this quietly in her ear. If anyone knew what he was hinting at he could be banished but if this works out he would be the favorite son no longer just the younger. She looked at him shocked after taking the time to decipher the meaning of his words and out her hand is his with a coy look on her face. “My father would kill us both.” He could only laugh at that comment imaging the old man trying to swat him when he can hardly stand. His ambitions were to the sky and she would be the first piece of the puzzle the one thing that could put him ahead in a game he lost from birth, the race for the throne. “Think on it.” He said letting go of her hand and walking back to the tent of men where he could enjoy more wind and the smoke until he was fast asleep. The festival carried on through the night and he soon retired to his room his mind racing at what he began on this night. The feats continued for the next week in celebration of the harvests and the peace between their people but during this time he spent his days and night with Kathryn. He started to see she had more than just her good looks, although her blond hair and blue eyes was something that made her stand out in the sea of dusky beauties of his homeland.
He learned she had been brought up in the normal fashion, she would make a good wife and this would make his parents most happy as he was the only one who had yet to marry. On the night before she was to return he asked her again and this time she nodded her head with determination and he kissed her the first one they shared. That night he called on his brother Marius to witness although he seemed scared about what they were about to do. Still he witnessed Dec give her the ring a symbol of his ownership over her and listened as she pledged her ever lasting loyalty to him a bond. They were now married and it was a bond that could be broken only in death but still there was one more thing to be done. She could still be taken away unless he took from her the one thing that would make her valuable to her father; her virginity. In the cloak of darkness he returned to his cabin one he built in anticipation of having a wife of his own and made sure no one else in the village was awake to see or hear them. She seemed shy so much more reserved than she had been on their days together but she was a woman and he shouldn’t forget that no matter how she acted outside the bedroom. The intimate moment between them was good for both parties; she wasn’t his first but from the stain of red on the cot he knew he was hers something that made him happy. The next day he awoke to a beautiful woman in his arms and the scowl of hs father who had hs hand raised as if he meant to hit him. “How could you do this and to our brother’s daughter!” he yelled kicking him off the cot his naked body sprawling to the floor. He stood up off the rug covered flood and wrapped a cloth around him.
“I have done this for us father you will see.” He was not jilted by his father’s reaction in fact he was expecting it but Dec was more than anything else a strategist and he never made a move without thinking it out. He threw on a fun and walked with his father to a tent where he saw all the men in the village waiting along with the visitors from Getae. “You have defiled my daughter.” said their leader Andrei, who was already red from anger. He could only laugh and he could tell from their expression that he was the only one to see what he had done so he took a et at the table facing his father and brother who looked just as upset by his actions. “I marred your daughter last night,” he sad looking to Marius who was in the corner of the room trying to blend into the dark cloths. “Marius was my witness and we did nothing wrong but lie with one another the way a man and wife should.” He sat there no sign of remorse on his face instead he was proud. “You did not ask my permission.” said Andre again yelling and pounding his fist on the table the, redness returning to his face. “I had no idea I would need anyone’s permission to join our two tribes I thought you would be happy. They all looked confused for a moment but it as his father who finally caught on and realized what his son had done. He smiled and came to his side clapping him on the back “Brother their union has officially joined our tribes we are now united against the north and the men across the sea.”
It took a moment but soon he was smiling as well and they all could see the new position of power they now wielded due to him, yes he had just made himself the favorite son. It wasn’t long before the women were preparing yet another feast and there was more drinking but this time in celebration his marriage one that had brought all of them together. He was glad that he could give her a proper wedding and that his mother welcomed Kathryn with open arms helping her to get their home in order. This was a happy time for him and he was now in the forefront, his father asked his opinion on things more and gave him control of the cavalry. It was no secret that he was a great rider and with his help the horsemen were feared all throughout the land even the Spartans respected them. No more than a year after his marriage Kathryn was with child and when his daughters were bon he couldn’t have been prouder although a boy would have been better. Still he loved both Nicoleta and Simona both of them had the beauty of their mother in his eyes and his mother was happy to have more grandchildren. In the mist of all this happiness tragedy occurred his father died leaving their village without their leader and the attacks came as fast as the news spread that the great Flaviu was dead. It seemed the people of the north were just waiting for the chance to strike and now that they were in morning their armies were marching their way and the men had no choice but to delay the morning period hoping to defend their land. Dec was n the front line not fearing for himself more afraid to lose the legacy that his father had worked so hard to build and if he were to die at least his honor would be in tact. The men left home after weeks of preparation to meet them in the conquered lands of the west and it was there they battled for what was a little over a year the losses great on each side. Their brothers in Getae came to their aide and helped them push back the enemy and they could rest finally knowing that their land was safe even if it was for only a short time. Again his people were happy and because his father had not named an heir it would be left up to the council to decide and those rabid old fools would have to vote in his favor as it was his alliance that saved them all.
A meeting was held and he and his brothers went before them each one stating why they should lay claim to the throne. They all spoke the reasons yet he knew he should have this, if they didn’t rule in his favor his revenge would be something none of them would forget. It was hours of them talking and Abel Marius and he stood outside the tent waiting to see who t would ne naturally it should be Abel as he was the oldest but he was more of a lover than a fighter and everyone knew it. After about an hour the men welcomed them back into the tenet and went to fetch the bronze crown that had once adorned his father’s head. He could feel his hear beating fast and held his breath waiting to see whose head it was on. He felt the weight of it on his head and raised his head in triumph as the rest of them cheered with him who would have through the youngest of the brothers would be the one to prevail. He looked from the crowd who had gathered outside to cheer him on to his brother’s face and saw a look there he hadn’t before one of envy. Dec could see that this was gong to be hard on him he was used to getting all the praise but still for once he was getting what he deserved…nothing.
Although he had been voted into power his rule was not yet fully in effect until he was respected not only in his land but in others Dec couldn’t have other tribes thinking he was weak and to make sure they all knew he would take no slight lightly he would make an example out of the north. He had plans and it may take time but he knew once they were out into motion things would slowly come together and nothing more would be heard from anyone who opposed him. Dec raised an army pulling men from his own village and that of Getae forcing them to endure hard training for months until he was sure they were ready. He wasn’t gong to fail this would be the thing that made his memorable and he would now be called the great at least that was how he envisioned it. It took eight moths but it was worth it when he took a second look at his army he’d changed the boys to men and now they would set off for the north tribes. They marched for weeks to their borders spears raised shields high and swords at the ready the horses were growing tired but still they pressed on. When they confronted the army it was a blood bath his men thoroughly out maneuvered them catching them in a death trap that lead to the destruction of the enemy’s army. He was victorious but that wasn’t enough for them he had to send a message and the only way to do that was with fear and he knew very well how to make that happen. He marched on their village with torches already lit and burned the whole thing to the ground, his men advised him to take prisoners but he wouldn’t allow any survivors. The men seemed shocked by his cruelty but there was a method to his madness as the village burned to the ground word spread. The bodies of crucified men and women were a warning to anyone who dared question his authority again. Because there were no survivors there was no money to feed the men and he knew to ensure his will was always obeyed he had to make sure his military was happy so they pressed on further north. (Present day Ukraine) He knew the people of this tribe were strong willed but none could challenge his own and they would bend to his just like everyone else, resistance was futile. When his army arrived on their borders they were welcomed with a line of men swords and arrows drawn at the ready. He sighed wondering why they had to put up such a fight but then his smile returned as the blood lust formed in his eyes and he raised his hand ready for battle.
He heard a war cry out and pushed his sword forwards the men followed his lead and soon the two sides collided in a clash of bronze as men hacked each other to pieces. The blue sky turned to gray as the battle waged on and the bodies of his enemies fell one by one. Dec knew their Gods could feel his rage as the rain began falling hard on their armor. He could see then men losing hope ad the enemy came at them again and again their comrades falling from battle wounds men they had known all their life. He had a plan one he hadn’t let any of the men in on and the second act of battle was about to play out beautifully in a few more moments. He rode out into the midst of it all cutting down anyone one who entered his path and continued on leaving hid men to the battle as he went to the forest. He rode to the path where the trees were not as full and listened waiting for a sound that would signal the coming of his second league. Two days before he had sent a group of men the long way around the mountain so that he would have the element of surprise. Dec never told the men because he wanted the Slavis to believe they could actually win. He knew their leader was van and it was his vanity that Dec would use against him to secure their victory and his new empire. A few moments passed and he was anxious as he saw the battle going on without him and yearned to be with his men where he belonged but he had to wait securing their victory.
A smile formed on his face when he heard them coming, riding though the street like a bat out of hell the hooves of the horses shaking the ground around him. He saw Marius at the head of the line leading them through the path and to Dec where they greeted each other with a nod before riding back into battle. There was no one he trusted more than his brother Marius and when it came down to t he knew he would always be able to rely on him for something big or small. His smile only widened when the enemy looked and saw that he had returned but not empty handed, he had a league of five hundred men behind him ready to put the finishing touches on his plan. When they saw them coming they broke rank, the first mistake on their part but there was no where tot run he had them surrounded. He and his men went in for the kill trapping them in his net of death and killing them all even those who begged for their lives and pledged loyalty. There was nothing worse than a traitor and he had no place for the in his service but he did let their execution be a swift one beheading with a sword. Once the battle was done there was still the town to deal with but with all the men gone there were only women and children. That was what he’d come for in the first place he needed to get more money for his raids and for the village so this was one way of doing it. He had the men line them up two by two and made them march all the way back to Dacia chained together like the animals that they are. The wave of his anger had been felt by the whole nation and now they all knew that he was lord of this land and to question it meant death. To punish them for their behavior he didn’t allow their families to bury them instead they were left to rot on the field as a reminder of what they had earned in battle…nothing.
They stopped to rest in a nearby town that offered them wine and meat hoping to please the new lord of the land. He smiled feeling that this was the ways he should be treated and was happy to see that his rule was finally being accepted. The mean drank to their hearts content and many seemed happy to have a ruler who had done what seemed impossible by uniting the three tribes of Dacia. The war was over and they could all go home you would think they would all be happy but not everyone in the camp was overjoyed. Abel drank but not to celebrate it was more so to dull the pain of his on going pain of not being leader and the resentment he had for his brother. He looked over the fire to where his brothers sat, Decebal and Marius looking as if they were the best of friends he never fir in with them. He was the elder he should not long to be like them, they should be envying him the crown was his birth right and everyone knew it. It was shameful to have to serve his younger brother but he did his duty for his country and he knew he had to do something more to make sure they stayed at the top. He had proven himself in battle more times than his brothers ever had yet he was the one they chose when it came time to pick a leader what was so special about Decebal. As his resentment grew so did his drinking and over the next three years he turned into a man no one recognized. Abel still had ambitions for the throne but knew there was no way he could assume the throne so instead he let his hopes rest with his son. Neither of his brothers had a son and he knew if it stayed that way his some would take the throne putting him in a position of power to rule behind the mask of his son. That plan was foiled when Decebal and Kathryn welcomed a son Traian, the new heir to the throne and spitting image of his father. He’d been relying on that plan for years and it was ruined he hadn’t anticipated a son but that was his mistake. Now it seemed his brother had left him with only one option to kill his brother but it would take crucial planning to make sure he was not caught.
Decebal had been enjoying his time as king for the last three years, he’d whipped all of them in line and now there was peace. Of course he never really rested because part of him was always on the lookout for something bad but he tried to enjoy what was around him. In truth he was restless without battle to fight his days were filled with politics and the states of country such as the slave trade. The families of those who were captured from the Slavis have long been sold and the money was running low and his mind was thinking about doing something a little lest costly. He sent a messenger to the men across the seas, his father had thought of making contact with him and now that it was his turn to reign he would see that dream met. He sent a messenger to the men across the sea and waited for a reply. In the letter he proposed a trade, a trade that would make people from all over come to him with all their money. There was more than four weeks of silence he finally heard from the rider he had sent the month before. “My lord they are coming and will be here in two weeks!” he said this with a smile and a deserved one. This would be good and since he was having guests he would have to make preparations and he would not be shown up in his home. He ordered the men to hunt and made sure all the wood looked as best it could in these summer months. There were many expectations from these sea men who would bring with them the trades of their country and a new market for his country. He was a proud ruler the day the sea men came to their shores and shook his hand with respect as they walked through the lands. They pretended to be impressed by his country but he could tell from the looks in their eyes that they were far less than that. Still he entertained them with dancing girls, strong ale, and fresh meant and bread all of which was made fresh for their arrival. The men enjoyed the women and the night was merry but then they saw a man move in the darkness, a stranger who had come with the sea men. Dec looked at him curiously, he had never seen a creature more mysterious and beautiful in his life and he moved as if floating on air.
Polaris, the leader of the sea men saw all of them men staring at his curious friend and smiled and gestured him over with a wave of his hand. The man walked over and stood behind his master leaning low so that he could whisper in his ear. They spoke in their tongue and Decebal was quite annoyed knowing that he couldn’t understand what was being said yet it all seemed harmless. Polaris looked back to him still smiling, “My man would love to do a dance for you he is the best in my home.” He said his Dacian a bit accented but not too bad. He nodded and the music began and he man danced something they did not do in his country. Men were there to protect and serve while women were there to cook clean and bare children men never danced before other men but he did not want to offend his guests. Still the way he moved was magical he twirled and dipped so fast it was like his feet never touched the ground. When the dance was done his eyes could not leave the man whose skin seemed to glow in the firelight that he danced around until they were all mesmerized. “There is one final trick.” He said waving the man forward to Decebal. The man sunk into a bow before him and he was happy to see someone giving him the proper respect although bowing was not something he and his people did. “What is your name?” he asked the man whose eyes were rimmed with fire and dark as night. “Creion.” He said looking him in the eyes with nothing but curiosity, no fear no nothing. “Well Creion what is your final act?” he asked humor in his. “Be patient he said.” As the man bore into his eyes once again and they seemed to go pitch black for a moment and then returned to the brim of red and black, “You wish for more power than any man and it shall be your but not in the way you think.” He said smiling at him as if he knew a secret that no one else could guess.Decebal stood there shocked by this revelation but at the same time not so impressed because his hunger for power was not something that he tried to hide. “You have been very vague.” He says looking down on him the way a man views an animal he’s not sure whether to kill or set free. “Time will reveal all.” He nodded his head n respect and then backed away walking in the direction of their ship as Dec’s eyes followed him until he could no longer see him.
Abel, watched the man as he walked away, there was something strange about him something strange about all the sea men but he had no choice. His brother wanted peace with them but still he had his own agenda and making an alliance with them was not part of it. Still now that they were here he could use this to his advantage and when it was time to strike they would be the ones to take the blame. They had been here only a day and would only stay three more so he would have to act fast but the plan was already solid in his mind. He would get him alone take him out and then make t look as if it were a set up by the sea men it was all perfect now all he had to do was put the plan in motion. For the rest of the week he got his plan tog her while his brother discussed trade, slaves, and land all of which he was thinking of sharing with the sea men. Still they rose out, drank and he entertained them as would any ruler but when the night before their departure was upon him Abel knew he had to strike so he lured his brother away with a hunting challenge. He knew Dec would be happy to greet any challenge when he is able to show anyone how superior he is to them. They rode together as they had a million times before smiles on their faces and arrows at their back hoping to get a boar for the final feast.
“Come one you’re far behind.” Dec yelled from ahead of his brother a blissful look on his face he never looked happier. He smiled at him and let him keep the lead a perfect angle for him to strike the deadly blow. Dec was chasing a boar and sped up so did he with his arrow already drawn it facing the back of his brother. He drew the arrow in its bow and then let go hitting Decebal right in the chest and attached as he fell off his horse onto the ground.He ran over to him as if he were concerned and he could see the shocked look on his face as the blood ran from his wound. “Did you see…” he started but stopped it was taking too much out of him his body was already tired from the hunt. He looked down at the brother he had grown up with and for a moment felt regret but the lust for power was too great and he smiled in the face of his dying brother. “You had to die, you were ruining everything and I was supposed to be the one to rule not you!” he let his limp body fall to the ground and reached for his dagger on his side. Abel walked over to him and slit his throat knowing that it would kill him and then it would be over, then he would be free of his shadow. “You will be remembered don’t worry brother.” Those were the last words he said before turning his back on his dying brother and smeared a little blood on his body adding a cut to make it look real. He got on his horse and never looked back but his plans would not go as well as he planned because there was one thing he didn’t factor in…vampires.
Dec sat there feeling the life drain from his body when he saw a figure come stalking toward him, the same man from the first night. “Creion, what are you doing here?” his voice was barely that of a whisper but the man could hear him anyway. “Fulfilling your wish, but everything comes with a price.” He had no idea what the words meant but then he felt a pain that could only be describes as worth than death and he was pretty close to it. It was more tha he could bear and although he tried to endure it and fight bit as nothing he could do but sit there and take it until he finally passed out the last images in his mind were of Creion’s blood stained lips. There was darkness after that he could feel nothing he could remember nothing but when he awakened it seemed as if he had only been asleep yet memories distorted that image. He looked around himself and saw that he was far from home and felt he rocking of the ship as the waves worked against them. He sat up and looked over his body but saw no scares, not even a blemish it was as f he had dreamed the entire thing but part of him knew it wasn’t a dream. He stood up and was about to walk toward the door when the only thing he recognized entered the room his presence commanding his attention. “I’m happy to see you awake, I’m sure you’re hungry.” He said opening the door again and a man walking in his eyes cast down like he was afraid of them. “What’s he for?” he asked looking at the boy and then back to Creion. He sighed and pushed the boy onto the bed as he walked closer to him their eyes meeting again his eyes went black and then back to normal, “What are you?” Dec asked finally something in him letting him know this man was not what he appeared to be at all. “I am like you; well I made you like me. Watch.” He was beside the boy faster then he could see and he could see the boy shrinking back but there was nowhere to run. He saw him press his teeth to the boy’s neck and could hear the blood flow from him he could hear everything even his rapid heart beat.
Creion came back up for air after a moment and motioned for him to join him on the bed, “Your turn.” He said pushing his head toward the open wound. One sniff of the blood and he could feel a fire burning in his throat and a hunger unlike any he had experienced before. He put his mouth to the boy’s neck and what he experienced there was pure euphoria never had he felt love and hate so strongly at one time. He fed and fed the heartbeat leading the way as he followed the rhythm. Such a beautiful sound it made as he could feel the body dying in his arms. He let the body drop out of his hands and down a smile plastered his beautiful face. “That was great, I want more” he said that and then the seriousness returned to his face and Creion seemed happy by this but he just shook his head. “No more today we must have enough for the journey.” He said taking the boy in his arms and then walking back toward the door, “Come.” Dec followed behind him as they walked up the stairs to the main deck of the ship and the men onboard stopped and stared at the two of them. He looked own at his hands and saw why, they were sparkling like diamonds in the sun and he couldn’t believe his eyes. “Don’t worry they know who we are.” Creion said this so casually but still he had no real idea what they were and he wanted answers more than anything at the moment. He watched as the boy’s body was thrown over board and no one even bothered to pay any respects but these people were new to him and he was still on his guard. Dec followed him to the bow of the ship while the other men watched them in wonder, “What am I?” he asked still tasting the blood in his mouth and fighting the urge for more. “You are a vampire and there are many things to learn.” He said speaking slowly as if to a child. “You are now more adept in battle and agile, your emotions will rule you if you let them and the blood lust can control you as well so you must listen to me.” His face was grave and that let Dec know he was more than serious about this.
“Why me?” he looked at him shocked wondering what about him made him the right choice. “Because I could see your greatest which and I knew you would fulfill mine.” he looked happy at the thought but Dec was not about to be any man’s servant. “And what would that be?”
“To have a child with a useful power and that is you.” He came over to him and put his hand on his shoulder, “Together the two of us will rule the word just wait and see.” He smiled and nodded and then turned back to the water looking out at the waves that were constantly rocking them back and forth. “And we’re headed to?” he asked looking at the man as if he knew he was giving only half truths. “Atlantis we will be safe there are many like us there and you will learn all about what you are.”
“But I want revenge on my brother.” The rage over his brother’s betrayal him made him upset and he could feel the hunger rising in him again. “That you can have in time but you must learn to focus your rage on one enemy at a time.” He waves his hand as if the conversation as over but it wasn’t for Dec not by a long shot. Still he let him win this small battle as he did need to know certain things but once he got all he needed form this man he would set out on his own ventures and it would lead him right back home and to the arms of revenge.
The journey to Atlantis took weeks but during that time he learned one of the first things a young vampire must manage, control. Decebal was like a child in his need for blood he wanted it more and more as the days grew but he had a limited amount of humans and they still needed men to man the ship. It was strange to him that men would willingly let their comrades die by the hands of Creion and himself but he soon learned they were all there for a purpose. He asked his maker why the men served him and they all wished to be like him each one of them put their trust in this man hoping he would make them what he had already become. In truth he never would have wished for this because he did not know such a life existed but now that he could see the world through new eyes he embraced his new way of life. All he ever dreamed about was power and glory now that he had this power he would use it to fuel his own ambitions but he still ha much more to learn about himself. Over the weeks he learned to make his meals last and what it would take to survive in his new life as a vampire. He had to be careful when walking in the sun so that no one noticed his skin, always stay on the move so no one would notice his unchanged appearance. That part of the deal was something he found humorous; you have all the time in the world but your age never shows on your face. Still he could see the wisdom of Creion’s years in his eyes knowing now they truly are the window to the soul but he doubted this man had one. The way he moved showed what he was and the way he talked to others was always as if they were nothing, like their faces weren’t memorable for him. He seemed unattached from the world around him and although he said Dec’s power was what drew him in, Dec believed it was his life that made him chosen.
Questions flooded his mind during this time and he was not shy about asking anything he wanted to know, Creion found his inquisitiveness annoying. He learned that even though he looked only about thirty he was in fact almost a thousand years old and when he thought about living that long he realized why the man behaved the way he did. How could he not when he has seen the world change so much while he remained the same the only unchanging object in his world. He told him where he was from and more about controlling his impulses which was hard because even the simplest things seemed new to him. When they pulled upon the shores of Atlantis he was in awe of their accomplishments their buildings stood as tall as he could see shielding the sun from his eyes. He could see the blue and gold flag of the city that he thought was only a legend, not many people come back from that island. His mind then turned back to what Creion said before, there were many beings like them there and if that was the case no wonder no one had a tale to tell. There were many ships in the harbor but many of them were already leaving and he could see how the city earned its fortune. The humans manned the ship and made sure everything was in order while they roamed the streets barters calling for this and that. They walked into a pub that was small from first sight but when they were beyond the doors he saw there were at least three levels in this building. When he walked into the room all of the men and women stared at them looking like they knew them already He noticed their skin was white some of it looked thin as paper the deeper they walked into the room. Red eyes met his at every corner and then he knew where he was this was a place for people like them vampires.
Creion and a dark skinned man who seemed to tower over every man in the room spoke to one another like they were old friends. He was introduced as his child and he knew then this would be the place where he learned all that was necessary. There were so many faces but over time he learned them all by name some of them getting close enough to be useful but he knew better than to call anyone his friend. Three years passed and still no one dared to tell him why he was here and what exactly they wanted from him. He knew it had to be something good because Decebal had never been treated so well in his life even when he was a king. There was a new woman every night the blood was endless and there were always people coming and going so hard for them to notice when people go missing. He learned to hunt with stealth and ferociousness, he learned to play with them and drag on the death so that the blood seemed sweeter. He learned to keep up with the wind and see in the darkness nothing was out of bounds for him now the only limitations was daylight and the cursed sun. They were all far more cautious than he and Dec wondered why they hid in shadows when they were superior. It was the humans who should fear them but instead they took the safe road and hid. This went against his very nature but he was smart enough to know when he was defeated. There were many of them now all hiding in the city this place seemed to be a haven for their kind why he wasn’t sure.
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Val lounged about in her room walking from one end then another hoping that someone would call her, that there would be someone to kill but no one came. It had been months since she had something to do and if she didn’t get some action soon she would have to create chaos just to get some entertainment. That was something she had always been good at in this life and the last but she’s gotten even better at it over time. Still there was only so much havoc she could wreak in Italy as it was her home now and she didn’t want to bite the hand that feeds her. Val was never one to shy away from doing something bad but everything had its time and she never made a move without calculating the outcome first. She closed her eyes and listened to the hustle and bustle above but knew there was nothing worth wile going on up there only humans carrying on every day life. At least they got to move about and had some purpose in their pathetic little lives while she sat here like a toad on a lily pad.
She pulled out her nail file and turned her attention to hair nails which she needed to do since her polish was chipping and she didn’t like anything about her to be out of place. Val was the kind of girl who had to look polished no matter what the occasion even d she was making a quick run not even one hair could be out of place with her. She sat there on her bed, lush pillows adding to the comfort of her queen size bed, silk sheet caressing her skin. When she moved here she made sure her room had all the luxuries of her home and all the colors reminded her of India on a daily basis. There were times when she went there and looked at her tomb and that of her husband and son but she knew that life was gone to her now. She had no regret and there was no way she would trade this life for another but she knew one day vengeance would be hers even if she had to wait four-hundred years to get it. In her spare time she tracked down the name of the one who made her what she was and she knew she was still out there. Of course she could have went the direct path and tracked down her maker but she though it would be more fun to annihilate her line, kill all her human family down to the last child and then revenge would be hers.
That had been what her dreams were made of that and making Aro prize her above all others, it was natural for her to want to be the star. She had been that way in life so of course she would be that way in death; all she did was to please him. Her mind went to the short time she spent in the Americas and the Halfling she had encountered his scent still fresh n her memory. Had she returned home with him she would have been his favorite for the time being but the boy escaped her, he wouldn’t be so lucky next time. Thinking of Aro made her realize she hadn’t seen him since her return and though she was long over due for paying a visit to her master. Val stood up and looked at hers elf in the mirror deeming her reflection not worth of his presence so of course she would have to change. She walked to her closet and looked for something befitting her proposed audience and found just the thing. She slid she body into the form fitting dress. It was black like her cloak and shoes the only color she felt she should wear besides red when seeing Aro.
Val walked to her door opening and closing it n one swift motion before walking to the other end of the castle where he resided. He had his own private chamber none of which she had seen but today would be the day she explored them partially of course. He heels clacked against the marble as she walked echoing into the silence of the hall showing just how desolate the castle was for now. She knew there would be new recruits arriving soon which would be fun because she would finally have some new people to torture. It was her opinion that if they couldn’t take a little taunting from her then why had they even tried to become members of the elite team? She smiled at the thought of the girl she had berated so bad last year that she left he castle in tears, that was fun but maybe she would be a little more controlled this year. She arrived at his door and knocked even though she knew he would know it was her, as old as he was he probably smelt her a mile away. “Master its Vallari.” She said announcing herself before opening the door to his private study. She walked to the front of his chair and kneeled letting her head fall where his knee stopped.
“I am desperately in need of something to do, please tell me there is some mischief to be managed.” She looked up at him an evil smile on her face one she loved to sport in his presence. She had places for Aro plans she didn’t want him privy to which was why she did her best to conceal her intention even if that meant being a bit manipulative. That was another thing she was good at but with him it took even more skill because with one touch he could see her every thought. “Would you mind giving me something to do.” She said looking at him with sensuality playing across her eyes, “You need but command me and I will act.”
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