Prologue:
[but first i need my tv on and a sweatshirt and a dif tshirt]
[...]
[i put on Life of Brian which Ive never seen before so I'm bound to get distracted sadly but i didn't haave anything else i wanted to put on besides this sweatshirt]
[now i want food]
[...]
[I got java chip ice-cream which i'll propably only eat a little bit and then go ge something elsee but wha ev]
[okay!]
Creatures of the Day:
Three Honoured sat at the head of the fire. The Blessed surrounded them with their children. The children ran around, playing tag, yelling at each other and whatnot. Then one of the Honoured cleared his throat. The Blessed yelled for their children and they came and quieted down. One child sat alone. He was 12, and had no parents. They had given their lives for the Pack. Then the Honoured spoke.
"It has been a year since the Damned attacked and stole the lives of half our pack. We were driven out of our home and now we have to mingle with the Sinners in this strange land. But there is a way to live as we once did. A way to save our kind and our natural place in ALL. The Mother has had a vision. That there will be a boy. His true nature and place in ALL will be unknown to him until it is right. He will be of us, but not without another peice. A Damned will call for him. And his blood will sing for a Damned. As it sings for us. He will be of both worlds."
As he finished those Blessed sitting around him broke into rage. "We need to kill him!" "He's a threat to us all!" "If the Damned found out!" "Kill the half-breed!" Through this the main Honoured stood up.
"Enough!" he said in a stern voice. "This boy will not be killed. He is key to our survival. The Honoured has made the decision. We will use this boy to make a treaty of peace with the Damned. We will no longer be hunted. This is key--what was that?"
The had all heard it, a sound like a bird, like a bat. Their was fear crawling out of the children's eyes for the creatures that were in store for them.
"Ferrah!" Their was harsh deep voice that peirced the calm sky.
The Honoured that spoke stood up. "Who's there?" He called.
Then ever so swiftly, that the blessed barely noticed them, 13 pale white creatures took hold of the woman of the pack. Simultaneously they seized their hair and put a knife to their throat. Each whispering the same thing in the native tounge "Nu tipa, nu se teama, respira doar. Pentru moment."
Close behind them stalked out three more. A pale white young man stepped into the fire and moon light. He had jet black hair and wore a black suit. He had bright blue eyes. The other to were alike. The young man was like the first, with black hair and pale skin, but with a more relaxed look, and bright green eyes. His hair was also a bit longer. The other one was a young lady. She too had pale skin and green eyes, except with red hair, and ruby red lips. She also wore formal attire. A dark green gown that had a full skirt and clashed horribly with her hair, but complimented her eyes too well to look bad. All three were as beautiful as those who now held the Blessed women.
"Good evening, Ferrah," the leader said, in the same voice that had spoken first. "It is lovely to see you," his accent was thick in Russian.
"Hello," Ferrah shook his head. "I should've known it was you, Vladimir. Why do you come to me again? You already killed half of us."
"Well," the leader called Vladimir said pulling out a knife and shining it on his jacket. "You see, that was just for fun. This is for business."
"What kind of business," Ferrah said staring at him, "would possibly excuse you to take my women hostage?"
"The business that you speak of tonight," Vladimir said smiling, looking at his reflection in the knife. "Us Damned," he said to Ferrah's raised eyebrow. "at least that's what you call us, are not quite comfortable with you using this, er, Sunet Sange to create a treaty with--"
"How did you know about this," Ferrah said standing up quickly, "as you say, Sunet Sange?"
"That is my own," Vladimir said acknowledging his two followers. "As I was saying, we like being able to walk freely and feast freely. So i think the best way to stop it from happening would be to....dispose of the women. Do you agree?"
"I don't understand," Ferrah eyed him curiously. "How would killing our women stop everyone from reproducing?"
Vladimir smiled cruely and laughed even more cruely. "Horror. Sadness. The fact that they have see all of their women murdered before their very eyes and that will stay in their memories and hearts forever. THAT is why,"
"I see." Ferrah was thinkig hard. "But still....have you thought if they were to anyways? Then what happens."
The young man following Vladimir laughed. "Yes," he spoke for the first time in an Irish heavy accent. "The prophecy said he would be born of your world. Clearly full blooded. It wouldn't matter."
Ferrah smiled slightly. "I see" he said for the second time, at a loss for words. "I see."
"You are at a loss either way, Ferrah." Vladimir waved his hand and the thirteen women crumpled to the ground.
"NO!" Ferrah cried seeing his own wife fall. He jumped into the air at Vladimir and started to shift. "You will not get away for this," he growled as the other Honoured started to shift.
But before they could fully shift Vladimir and the two others through silver blades right into the Honoured's hearts.
"Of course I will," Vladimir said smiling, wiping the blood of his knife as he looked Ferrah in the cold lifeless eyes. "I'm the Dracula."
[END!]
[-S.]
["I propose we go without further ado, do I have a second my dear?"]
[-Life of Brian]
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