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Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
520
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Sisters of Eternity
Sisters of Eternity
Chapter One – Birth and Creation
It wasn’t something she liked thinking about, but Vielle knew that her sister could die any minute. Reiz was locked in combat with the master vampire, and as much as Vielle wanted to help, she had Lincua to take care of. The spell had begun draining her life-force.
The adolescent-looking vampire snarled in frustration. It wasn’t fair, and it couldn’t end here. Not after all they’d survived, right?
No measly vampire wretch like Darick could put an end to the Sisters of Eternity.
Right?
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1066 A.D., small village on the coast of England.
The Normans had come in the night, rushing through the peasant’s village and up to the keep like a flood of fire and death. Vielle was the eldest daughter of a feudal lord, and she held her younger sisters close as the castle’s warriors tried to repel the invader’s attack. It wasn’t working. Even at twelve, young Vielle knew what fate awaited her delicate sisters.
She was pale skinned and dark haired, with eyes like honey and a voice to match. She was already betrothed to a neighboring lord, though her mother had negotiated her stay at home for another year. Vielle’s absence would break young Lincua and Reiz’s hearts.
Lincua was nine, and fiery haired. Her dark green eyes flashed with mischief when she laughed, and predictions were already made about her willful temper. She was a quiet child, though she always got her way. Those who threatened Reiz often felt Lincua’s wrath.
Reiz was the baby at six years old. She knew the passageways of the castle better than any of the guards, and often snuck out with their lord father’s bastard sons to play swords. She was golden haired and sapphire eyed, with the promise of great beauty in her devilish smirk.
The sound of booted steps caused the girls to flinch in the passage behind an old tapestry near the gate. The plan was that if the guards failed to protect the family, the girls could slip out in the confusion. Their clever father had situated some plague-killed children from the village to represent them. Vielle wasn’t sure if she wanted to be pleased at her father’s mind, or horrified at the defiling of something as sacred as death.
The steps passed and Vielle heard her mother’s scream. More steps passed this time, at a run. These were followed by the softer steps of a woman, accompanied by a single man wearing soft-soled shoes. These footsteps stopped in front of the hidden passage, and Vielle tried to shield Lincua’s face as the tapestry was pulled back.
Vielle heard a sharp intake of breath, and then Lincua’s scream and Reiz’s frantic attempts to fend off whatever it was with a sword twice her size. Then, she knew nothing else.
***
1070 A.D. The castle, same village.
It had been four years since the witch-woman and her husband had taken control of the village.
Four years since the woman’s foul magic had restored the sight God saw fit to deprive Vielle of at birth. Since the woman had allowed Lincua to hear for the first time. Since Vielle had first heard Reiz’s raspy, whispery, velveteen voice.
Though she was in some ways grateful, the young woman never forgot the sight of her mother’s bloodless face, or her father’s grisly death. It had been the first time she’d ever heard the words “vampire” and “lycanthrope.” Apparently her parents had been running away from the witch-woman, and some of what they had that the witch-woman wanted was in Vielle, Lincua, and Reiz. So, the woman had outlined the sisters’ new lives.
“I am Virtue, daughter of Eternity and Queen of the Night. You are my new toys. Fail me and you shall follow your wretched parents into a premature hell.” At this point, the witch-woman had snapped her fingers, causing Vielle’s mother’s body to twitch into motion. The dead woman stood and Vielle screamed at the first sight her mind knew. “Fail me and you too shall become little more than puppets for my games. Speak not a word of this to anyone. Obey my lord and husband Christopher as you would I. I give you that which God withheld so that you may better serve me. You girl, eldest one. Come here.”
Vielle had pushed off her sister’s terrified hands to stumble forward and fall, only to get up again and take a few more faltering steps. She walked toward the sound of the woman’s voice with her eyes closed, so that this new terror of sight could not destroy her natural grace. When she felt the woman’s cold hard fingers bite into her shoulder, she stopped. Then she opened her eyes.
“I am your new mother. You will love and obey me as though I birthed you myself.” She then motioned to Lincua, and gave her the same speech. Christopher, the woman’s bizarre husband, motioned for Reiz.
“This one shall be mine to teach. She has already the spirit of a warrior, the lust for death in her heart.” His voice was a rumble that grated against the bones of the three girls. Reiz refused to budge. She was staring at the man in horror, as though she saw something no one else could. He gestured to her again, and yet Reiz was frozen to the spot. Suddenly, he lunged at the child, and all were astonished to see her dodge out of the way. It became a grotesque dance between man and child, trying to see who would misstep first.
Soon, Reiz’s body tired, and the man caught her. Rather than punish her for evading him, her scooped her up gently in his hairy arms and carried her from the room without a backward glance. Vielle stroked Lincua’s hair as the younger girl sobbed.
The next four years were spent in “training” with the witch-woman and the beast-man. Those were the names the children called them in their minds, but aloud it was “Mother” and “Father.” Vielle was ceremoniously bitten by the witch-woman when she was fourteen years old. The sensation had been unpleasant, and she knew she had died. She had watched her blood run down her neck in the copper looking glass, watched as her face suddenly faded from view. She was dead, and yet not like her mother, who had become a puppet to dance at the macabre dinner parties the witch-woman held.
Lincua served as Vielle’s daytime guardian, learning to read and practicing opening doors and moving objects with only her mind. The concept was foreign to the girls, but Lincua could do it, and so they rejoiced. Another talent to use to avenge their parents.
Reiz was taken out into the forests and the wilds to learn the ways of beasts. Though the temptation was great, Christopher didn’t give her his transforming disease until the same moment Virtue bit her. This combination of death-dealing devil and agile monster counteracted and blended in ways that stunned the murderers. Reiz was faster than Christopher soon, yet not as skilled. And she was far more beautiful than Virtue, with her golden hair and sapphire eyes.
It wasn’t long before the three girls’ emerging beauty caused discord between the witch-woman and the beast man. It seemed she believed he was taking indecent liberties with his lovely charge, which both denied. Christopher was in no way the monstrous evil Virtue was, and the girls actually came to depend on him. Many a time he saved them from undeserved beatings and punishments born from Virtue’s jealousy.
Before long, Christopher was taking all three girls out with his “wolves” to learn the ways of nature. His wolves were beast men like him, who transformed with the moon and their own will. The camaraderie between the group was such that the girls came to trust and love their “uncles.”
It was clear that by the fifth year of their servitude to Virtue, the vampiress was losing control of her hard-won little kingdom. The “family” decided to return to the mainland of Europe, until things either settled down or they all died.
The latter seemed more likely, as time will show.
To be continued...
Chapter One – Birth and Creation
It wasn’t something she liked thinking about, but Vielle knew that her sister could die any minute. Reiz was locked in combat with the master vampire, and as much as Vielle wanted to help, she had Lincua to take care of. The spell had begun draining her life-force.
The adolescent-looking vampire snarled in frustration. It wasn’t fair, and it couldn’t end here. Not after all they’d survived, right?
No measly vampire wretch like Darick could put an end to the Sisters of Eternity.
Right?
************************************************************************
1066 A.D., small village on the coast of England.
The Normans had come in the night, rushing through the peasant’s village and up to the keep like a flood of fire and death. Vielle was the eldest daughter of a feudal lord, and she held her younger sisters close as the castle’s warriors tried to repel the invader’s attack. It wasn’t working. Even at twelve, young Vielle knew what fate awaited her delicate sisters.
She was pale skinned and dark haired, with eyes like honey and a voice to match. She was already betrothed to a neighboring lord, though her mother had negotiated her stay at home for another year. Vielle’s absence would break young Lincua and Reiz’s hearts.
Lincua was nine, and fiery haired. Her dark green eyes flashed with mischief when she laughed, and predictions were already made about her willful temper. She was a quiet child, though she always got her way. Those who threatened Reiz often felt Lincua’s wrath.
Reiz was the baby at six years old. She knew the passageways of the castle better than any of the guards, and often snuck out with their lord father’s bastard sons to play swords. She was golden haired and sapphire eyed, with the promise of great beauty in her devilish smirk.
The sound of booted steps caused the girls to flinch in the passage behind an old tapestry near the gate. The plan was that if the guards failed to protect the family, the girls could slip out in the confusion. Their clever father had situated some plague-killed children from the village to represent them. Vielle wasn’t sure if she wanted to be pleased at her father’s mind, or horrified at the defiling of something as sacred as death.
The steps passed and Vielle heard her mother’s scream. More steps passed this time, at a run. These were followed by the softer steps of a woman, accompanied by a single man wearing soft-soled shoes. These footsteps stopped in front of the hidden passage, and Vielle tried to shield Lincua’s face as the tapestry was pulled back.
Vielle heard a sharp intake of breath, and then Lincua’s scream and Reiz’s frantic attempts to fend off whatever it was with a sword twice her size. Then, she knew nothing else.
***
1070 A.D. The castle, same village.
It had been four years since the witch-woman and her husband had taken control of the village.
Four years since the woman’s foul magic had restored the sight God saw fit to deprive Vielle of at birth. Since the woman had allowed Lincua to hear for the first time. Since Vielle had first heard Reiz’s raspy, whispery, velveteen voice.
Though she was in some ways grateful, the young woman never forgot the sight of her mother’s bloodless face, or her father’s grisly death. It had been the first time she’d ever heard the words “vampire” and “lycanthrope.” Apparently her parents had been running away from the witch-woman, and some of what they had that the witch-woman wanted was in Vielle, Lincua, and Reiz. So, the woman had outlined the sisters’ new lives.
“I am Virtue, daughter of Eternity and Queen of the Night. You are my new toys. Fail me and you shall follow your wretched parents into a premature hell.” At this point, the witch-woman had snapped her fingers, causing Vielle’s mother’s body to twitch into motion. The dead woman stood and Vielle screamed at the first sight her mind knew. “Fail me and you too shall become little more than puppets for my games. Speak not a word of this to anyone. Obey my lord and husband Christopher as you would I. I give you that which God withheld so that you may better serve me. You girl, eldest one. Come here.”
Vielle had pushed off her sister’s terrified hands to stumble forward and fall, only to get up again and take a few more faltering steps. She walked toward the sound of the woman’s voice with her eyes closed, so that this new terror of sight could not destroy her natural grace. When she felt the woman’s cold hard fingers bite into her shoulder, she stopped. Then she opened her eyes.
“I am your new mother. You will love and obey me as though I birthed you myself.” She then motioned to Lincua, and gave her the same speech. Christopher, the woman’s bizarre husband, motioned for Reiz.
“This one shall be mine to teach. She has already the spirit of a warrior, the lust for death in her heart.” His voice was a rumble that grated against the bones of the three girls. Reiz refused to budge. She was staring at the man in horror, as though she saw something no one else could. He gestured to her again, and yet Reiz was frozen to the spot. Suddenly, he lunged at the child, and all were astonished to see her dodge out of the way. It became a grotesque dance between man and child, trying to see who would misstep first.
Soon, Reiz’s body tired, and the man caught her. Rather than punish her for evading him, her scooped her up gently in his hairy arms and carried her from the room without a backward glance. Vielle stroked Lincua’s hair as the younger girl sobbed.
The next four years were spent in “training” with the witch-woman and the beast-man. Those were the names the children called them in their minds, but aloud it was “Mother” and “Father.” Vielle was ceremoniously bitten by the witch-woman when she was fourteen years old. The sensation had been unpleasant, and she knew she had died. She had watched her blood run down her neck in the copper looking glass, watched as her face suddenly faded from view. She was dead, and yet not like her mother, who had become a puppet to dance at the macabre dinner parties the witch-woman held.
Lincua served as Vielle’s daytime guardian, learning to read and practicing opening doors and moving objects with only her mind. The concept was foreign to the girls, but Lincua could do it, and so they rejoiced. Another talent to use to avenge their parents.
Reiz was taken out into the forests and the wilds to learn the ways of beasts. Though the temptation was great, Christopher didn’t give her his transforming disease until the same moment Virtue bit her. This combination of death-dealing devil and agile monster counteracted and blended in ways that stunned the murderers. Reiz was faster than Christopher soon, yet not as skilled. And she was far more beautiful than Virtue, with her golden hair and sapphire eyes.
It wasn’t long before the three girls’ emerging beauty caused discord between the witch-woman and the beast man. It seemed she believed he was taking indecent liberties with his lovely charge, which both denied. Christopher was in no way the monstrous evil Virtue was, and the girls actually came to depend on him. Many a time he saved them from undeserved beatings and punishments born from Virtue’s jealousy.
Before long, Christopher was taking all three girls out with his “wolves” to learn the ways of nature. His wolves were beast men like him, who transformed with the moon and their own will. The camaraderie between the group was such that the girls came to trust and love their “uncles.”
It was clear that by the fifth year of their servitude to Virtue, the vampiress was losing control of her hard-won little kingdom. The “family” decided to return to the mainland of Europe, until things either settled down or they all died.
The latter seemed more likely, as time will show.
To be continued...