Strictly Supernatural

If my foriegn languags are off, blame bablefish translations because I only speak two languages: American English and Bad English.
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Orange flames licked the indigo night sky. The moon itself seemed to shed its rich red blood over the battlefield. Throughout the once peaceful kingdom of Uialtum, Grey Elves scrambled frantically, using any weapon possible against the invading enemies. Had their invaders been anything but Vampires, a nighttime attack would have been considered quite cowardly. A small scrawny child dressed in a pale blue nightgown sat curled up in the corner of her balcony, holding on to a stuffed horse with one hand and the other wrapped tightly around one of the stone pillars that held up the railing. Her watery violet eyes scanned the carnage, looking for a small gleam of hope. Everywhere she looked she saw her people being struck down by the very person she trusted with her life.

A bloody hand snuck up to Dracul’s blonde head, pushing back the loose strands that fell around his face. His glowing red eyes locked onto the little girl’s and he smirked wider than ever before. “Ely, why don’t you come down here so we can play?” Bat wings twice the size of his body and an equal shade of blonde spread from his back to lift him in one powerful flap. She screams in terror but her tiny voice is not heard over the crying widows of dead soldiers. A curtain of black hair cascades around her body, pooling on the floor in every direction. She was kneeling down head between her knees and her arms pulled tightly to her sides, hands covering her small pointed ears.

Strictly Supernatural
Chapter 1
Chateau de Pierre

“Aier!?” Long blonde hair tied back with string bounced behind a tall, lean figure. His brilliant green eyes darted around the large room in search of the little girl. “Manke naa lle?!” (Where are you) Anyone not acquainted with the Faye family would never guess that the Elf prince was Ely’s older brother, the younger of a set of twins, Aubrey. He searched the room for the little princess, under the bed, in wardrobes and chests. His searched ended on the balcony where her stuffed horse lay, it’s throat symbolically ripped open and a message to the family written in fresh blood across the floor. Tears welded up in the prince’s eyes, he quickly wiped them away, trying to read the message left by the son of a bitch would surely die for taking his sister. He shook his head and threw down his bow and quiver, frustrated over not being able to understand the foreign language when the girl’s life is at stake.

“Aier!!!!” His identical twin, Avery ran into the room, looking around a bit before spotting his brother on the balcony. He stood at the doorway, blonde hair and tunic blowing in the cool winds in perfect synchronization with the lace curtains. “Mani marte?” (What happened) He turned to leave, picking up his weapon as he went. “Re naa autien...” (She’s gone) Avery grabbed his twin by the collar of his shirt, the handle of his dagger pressing against the side of his neck. “Mani tel’maika uma lle quen ‘re naa autien?’” (What the fuck do you mean ‘she’s gone?’)

The eldest of the Faye children came to the room, out of breath and covered in blood. She rushed past her brothers and out to the balcony, her quiver strung to her back and a bow in her hand. “Aier!” As if rehearsed, she jumped over the balcony railing, landing on her feet with one hand on the ground for support. The boys followed her, seeing the girl in the arms of her captor heading into the dense forest. “Tira ten\' rashwe!” (Look out) She ducked just in time to avoid a spear aimed at her chest. She shook her fiery red hair out of her face and fired an arrow, hitting the vampire in the middle of his back. This action bought the twins enough time to catch up with him. But just before they could reach him, a wall of dark blue scales came down, blocking the elves from its master.

Ely watched as the ground disappeared into blackness, the figures of her siblings growing smaller and smaller until they were out of sight. The tops of the trees in the forest becoming nothing but a dark green blur. The warm spring air became as cold as the dead of winter. Her amethyst eyes turned up to Dracul’s scarlet ones, wishing that this was all just a dream and her friend would let her go home. “You stay in here.” He shoved her into a brown leather bag, muffling any sounds that she made and keeping her out of site from the other Vampires riding with him through the night sky. He would keep the little princess for ransom, he was sure her parents would pay any price to see her alive again.

Back on the ground, the Elves held up against the invaders at the castle walls. The rest of Uialtum sadly infested with the blood drinkers, tearing through homes and any Elf who thought they would be safe in hiding. Avery and Aubrey searched through the crowded castle to find their parents to tell them the bad news. Each face they past covered in injury and plastered with sorrow. Some of them called out to the princes, begging them for guidance and telling them what everyone should have done to prevent this. A lot of help that did them now.

War was always a last resort for the king of Uialtum, and if it came to that he preferred a civil battle away from any kingdom. King Braeden stood with his military personnel, just behind the archers and among the mages. He thought his youngest child was safe in the shelter with other children, the sick, and the elderly. A shrieking howl pierced the silence, it came from within the opposing army. On chain linked leashes, held down by three or four Vampires to each stood five hairy, growling beasts. The Elves saw now why they chose this night of all in a month to attack. What can only be described as Hell broke loose when the leashes were released, some of the Elven military losing the nerve and running in any direction they could. For their sake, they better keep running least Braeden find them after this battle is over. The more experienced ones stayed to fight off the Werewolves, firing arrows they mages turned to silver with alchemy.

The Vampires laughed in utter amusement, seeing the once graceful Elves stumble over their own feet to get away from the massacre. The mindless beasts ripped through the army like a hot needle through wax. Avery and Aubrey arrived just in time to witness one unfortunate Elf being slowly ripped apart, a river of blood gushing out with each piece it took. He reached out to a friend cowering against a wall, not knowing how he could help, just staring in shock as his friend bled to death. The Werewolf ripped off his arm before finishing his prey, sending blood spraying onto the helpless friend.

A tall, black haired Vampire stepped from behind the beast, taking his sword and cutting the Elf in half with one swipe. “Ce qui sont vous attendant pour?” (What are you waiting for) He looked back at the Vampire army, giving them the signal to move forward with a wide smile. A younger Vampire strode by his side as they neared the castle doorway. “Cain de seigneur, nous tuons les femmes et les enfants?” (Lord Cain, should we kill the women and children) “Je ne vois pas un proble`me dans cela.” (I don’t see a problem in that) His permission caused cheers throughout the crowd as they broke apart, some of them heading inside while others stayed to fight what remained of Uialtum’s military. “Ce qui sont vous faisant, Remy?” (What are you doing) Cain brought his attention to his young nephew. The flame orange haired boy stopped at the door, sitting on the ground with his scythe at his side. “J\'attendrai ici.” (I will wait here) Cain shook his head in confusion and continued inside the castle.

A little boy with curly silver hair stepped out from behind the bushes once the threat was over. His big, water filled hazel eyes surveyed the battlefield in hopes of finding his parents among the injured. Those who were lucky enough to escape with their lives were more than likely missing a body part or two. He flinched when he felt something tug on his short tunic, thinking it was a Vampire pretending to be dead. It was only a twig caught on the fabric so he continued on. His tiny slip shoe encased feet stumbled over bodies and slid on blood and other bodily fluids.

“Sheridan.” A weak, shaking voice rose out from the pile of bodies. “Ya.. you were.. s-supposed to be innnn the sh-shelter.” His eyes widened with happiness as he ran towards the voice. “Mama!” His smile faded when he saw her uniform was drenched in her own blood. She was lying on her belly with her hand stretched out, holding onto the dead body of her husband. She held on tight even after his hand went limp. “You h-have to go, Sheridan. Run fr-from here.” He cried out, seeing his mother’s eyes slowly drift closed. “Mama!! MAMA!!!!”

The little princess awoke a few hours later to an unfamiliar sight. She could smell salt and an odd, disgusting odor in the air and hear the crashing waves of the ocean nearby. The bed, along with everything else in the room was a heavy dull black color. Someone had bathed her and changed her clothes while she slept. Her blue nightgown the color of the winter sky in Uialtum was now replaced by a long black hooded robe. Her hair was braided into one long neat plait going down her back and there was no sign of blood anywhere. The curtain was pulled back, letting a few rays of moonlight hit the floor to the side of the bed, every where else was dark. Through the window she could see the dark blue water and large metal monsters unlike any she had ever seen floating in the harbor.

The realization of what happened that night hit her hard. She crawled into a corner of the bed nearest the wall to curl up and cry. She hugged her knees and rocked back and forth until she heard something metal hit the hardwood floor. Her head jerked up, her eyes catching a horrifying little creature climbing onto the bed from the stepping stool he put down. Curly blonde hair hid most of his face but his red eyes shone through like big rubies. He was dressed in a black suit with white pinstripes, shorts coming to just above his knee and black socks with little skulls pulled up his calves. Instead of a tie like many little boys would wear with a suit, he wore a dog collar with his name and address engraved into a bat-shaped tag.

He reached out for Ely, grabbing the hem of the robe and pulling hard, trying to rip it off of her body. “C\'est le mien!” He shouted at her and raised his fist, ready to punch her. “Fille stupide laide!” (Ugly stupid girl) He struck her in the arm twice before he was pulled upwards in one swift motion by a tall female dressed completely in white. “Clair! Ne soyez pas grossier a` elle, elle est un invite\'!” (Don’t be rude to her, she is our guest) Ely stopped crying and looked up at her, the woman looked more like a ghost than a vampire. The only bit of color on her was her bright red eyes and naturally blue lips. Wavy white hair came down to about her tail bone, despite how creepy she looked, Ely thought she was pretty. “Mis me vers le bas, putain!” (Put me down, whore) “Putain?! PUTAIN?! Vous voulez aller voyez le Noir?!” (Do you want to go see Noir)

The boy named Clair thrashed about as another woman entered the bedroom, this one seemed much older than the ghost lady. She had long red hair, but hers was straight and limp on her head instead of wavy and full of body. “Bianca! What are you doing?” Ely smiled seeing as how she couldn’t understand any of their French, she had no idea what was going on, now she found one of them spoke a language that she did. “He hit here.” Ely pointed out her arm in the places where he punched her. “He mean.” The redhead sat on the bed and took Ely’s hand, pushing up the sleeve of the robe slowly, revealing the bruises he caused her. Her eyes narrowed as she grabbed the dangling boy by the back of his collar, this would have choked any normal kid. “Pourquoi vous faites qui? Apoligize!” (Why did you do that. Apologize) “Je pas!” (I will not)

She took him over to the vanity and tapped on the mirror three times. “Alors vous allez au Noir.” (Then you go to Noir) He struggled to get free once again, clawing at the choker that held him suspended in midair. “Aucun non que je ne veux pas aller!” (No no, I don’t want to do) A white face decorated in black makeup appeared in the blackness of the mirror. His cheeks were cut to extend the reach of his mouth and sewn back in place. He looked like something out of the horror books Aubrey read to Ely even now and then. “Pourriez vous svp prendre soin de lui? Il est frappe\' de petites filles encore.” (Could you take care of him. He’s been hitting little girls again) Noir stepped out of the mirror and onto the floor taking the writhing little boy form his mother’s hand and dragging him into the wardrobe. “Un petit gosse si abusif, ne sont pas vous?” (Such an abusive little brat, aren’t you)

Ely hid her face in her hands, hearing nothing but Clair’s screams coming from the closed doors. Bianca put her hand on Ely’s back patting it lightly and giving her a stuffed bear, it’s what she came to do in the first place. “Creoso, mellonamin, a\'baramin.” (Welcome, my friend, to our home) Ely looked up at the woman, she was surprised that she was able to speak the language of the Elves. “Mankoi?” “What did she say?” “She asked ‘why’.” Rose felt sorry for the little girl, she wasn’t too happy about Dracul’s decision to kidnap her for ransom or Nosferatu’s decision to keep her here. She must have been terrified and her mother must be worried to death. “We just need you to stay with us for a while, ok Sweetie? My name is Rose and if you want anything, just ask me.” Ely nodded a bit, she wanted to be in her mother’s arms but she knew that there was no way they were going to take her back home.

“Lle anta yulna en alu?” (Do you need a drink of water) Ely shook her head, burying her face in the soft plush animal. “Malia ten\' vasa?” (Care for some food) “I want mommy.” She snapped back at Bianca, throwing the bear at her and turning to cry into a pillow. Loud talking and laugher came from one area of the vast castle, signaling the return of the men from battle. Some frantic Elvish could be heard in voices that pleaded from their lives. Ely leaped out of the bed, bolting for the door, perhaps if she could escape with them, they could all go home together. “Tua amin! Tua amin!” (Help me) Ely ran through the grey stone hallways, her bare feet freezing against the cold floors but that wouldn’t stop her form getting to her own people. She didn’t expect to see what she saw, Vampires speaking Elvish to other creatures, mocking the lives they stole that night. She backed up against a wall, making a whimpering noise that attracted the attention of some of the men.

Dracul turned his head away from his brother Cain and smiled down at Ely. “Did you have a nice nap, Princess?” He reached out for her, making her curl into a ball. Rose smacked Dracul’s hand away with a chain she kept clipped to her pants, giving him a nasty look. “Subsistance loin d\'elle.” (Keep away from her) He glared at her, getting ready to attack until his older brother Vladimir walked up to Rose. He gave her a hug and a kiss, pretending that there was no tension between the two of them. “N’e tes pas vous heureux de me voir, Miel?” (Aren’t you glad to see me, Honey) Rose grunted and pushed Vladimir out of the way. She scooped Ely up into her arms and stormed out of the room, cursing all the way.