29 Chapter Twenty Nine
Chapter Twenty Nine
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Through an unknown forest a young lady could be seen running, panting, constantly looking behind her. Her legs limping, blood could be seen dripping from her left shoulder, a deep hole from where the blood originates from could be seen, soaking her dress. But that isn't what concerns her.
"Why isn't it healing!!" She repeatedly mutters as she moves however fast she could with her limping legs.
"What kind of poison was on the arrow. I should be healing right now! Those bastards!"
Onward she continues, and then she becomes stricken with fear.
"Damn!! How did they find me quick! No! No! No!..."
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«thud»
As she tried increasing her pace, an arrow pierced into her thigh making her loosing her balance and tumbling forward.
Soon the silhouette of a young man armed with a crossbow could be seen coming closer towards the lady.
"He he he...how the predator becomes the prey huh, if I ha...cough...cough..arg" the young lady mutters before suddenly coughing up blood. She crawls towards a tree to lean on, realizing her time had come she looks back towards the still cold and silent man watching her every more, showing no expression
"What...di...did...you put...cough...on the arrows?" Her breathing becoming heavier the more she speaks, she readjusts her leaning position, the poison taking a toil on her. And finally he speaks
"Vervain... deadly to your likes...I have been following you lately as my first mission, a trial to ascend... missing young guys, found days later with their blood drained from them and it just so happens that wherever they where....you were there..."
"Tsk...after 70 long youthful years, who knew a baby would be my downfall...sigh...maybe I should have been more careful...make it quick cowa..."
«puu»
Before she could complete her words, an arrow landed straight into her head ending her life.
"Arghh....grwlll..."
The young man drops on the floor, growling, holding in the pain he feels. Quickly he pulls off his clothes to see his skin on his right arm all the way to his shoulders engraved magically with mystical tattoos as though it was being burnt onto his skin.
After a moment, with heavy breaths, he gains himself, with the tattoo becoming permanent.
From the excruciating pain of searing a tattoo on his skin to immensing himself in the euphoria of raw magical power coursing through his veins, skin, and bones making let out moan escape from his lips.
Before he could dwell more in the baptism, he picks up the footsteps of another. Looking around him, no one could be seen from ten metres around him, yet his eyes focused on a direction, then a smile creeped on his face.
With the enhancement, he could see farther and clearer as well as hear farther than a normal human. The young man speaks
"You're here, Dimitri"
"Aye, it appears you were able to complete the mission, Antonio" Dimitri speaks, his eyes focusing on the now dead body of the female vampire before resting back on his protege.
"Aye, thanks to your teachings and plans, I was able to pull it off. She was caught off guard, a 70 year old vampire would still have been difficult. You said it yourself the older the vampire, the stronger they are. The power from killing her too...." Antonio's eyes glitters with excitement, just thinking about the future hunts and power he would absorb from them.
"Do not get it over your head young man. There are far more powerful vampires that can still break your neck even with the little power you have earned."
"I understand, brother....so what next?"
"Now, we find the others who are not awoken yet.I assume you can already feel them with your tattoo?"
"Yes, just the same way I knew it was you coming"
"Good, we have a long way to go."
With that Dimitri and Antonio both move towards one direction and there figures with time disappears from view. The forest gaining back it's solace.
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Somewhere else/ 1167
Amongst the lively society, in a building looking as normal as any other building during the bustling night life, a group of people could be seen surrounding a table.
All dressed in lavishing and colorful apparels, but the atmosphere could not be said to be colorful. Out of the dozen in the room, two people stood out from the rest, as all eyes where on them.
Anger. Hatred
Their eyes already expressed what they felt towards this people. But still, in outnumbered and outmatched, the two couldn't care less.
"You come into my territory and you desire for us to submit? Hehehe...you must be delusional. Boy, I have lived and build my empire for close to a century and now you want me and my family to submit to you? Who do you fucking think you are?" One of the four people sitting around the table speaks up with a deep Italian accent. A man looking in his mid-forties, with little gray hairs appearing on his head, seething with anger as he stares at the man opposite him. His companion, a lady, a little bit younger but still in her late thirties, didn't lose out in her glare, speaks in a heavy Italian accent.
"It appears we have become complacent in giving retribution to those who deserve it that any no name could walk in here to speak trash"
The one who had been on the receiving end of the hate finally speaks, not removing the signature smirk he had all the time he had been there.
"Hee...well, you can call me king. Coming to you was just out of courtesy. I could as well take over this place with or without you. Your choice" the young man says, his partner sighing from the exchange
"Klaus, there is no need to aggravate this now, is there? We have aired our piece, we can give them a little time to think about it over" the other, with a dark skin and an ominous air around him speaks up while getting up from his sit with the help of his walking stick with engravings on it and the head of wolf at the top of it.
Klaus, the identified young man, follows behind. As they move towards the exit, they are suddenly blocked. Even with being outnumbered, their faces do not change. Looking back, Darion, asks, his tone laced with hostility
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"You come into my abode, I welcome you with open arms, but you decided to spit on me with your arrogance and demands. I must commend you for your courage or stupidity. Nevertheless, your insult won't come without a price now" the man sitting speaks
"You know I told you talking wouldn't bring any benefits " Klaus comments towards Darion but then he looks towards the seated man and woman
"Choose your next words careful..." As he was speaking he pauses, his eyes widens from shock and then to excitement then he burst out into a laughing feat.
Everyone looks confused even Darion and before he could ask Klaus what was happening, the man beats him to it
"Oi...have you gone mad after realizing your situation" giving out his own smirk, thinking Klaus had gone senile due to fear. This was how it always was when people understood who he was. He was not just any weak vampire, he had his experience tied to his ability.
Klaus after a while ceased his laughter. Comporting himself yet the excitement from his eyes never diminishing, he looks towards Darion, his eyes clearer than it was before
Darion looking towards him, began to realize something, his face showing a shocking expression.
"Could it be..."
"You guessed it kiddo...it's gone" Klaus replies, although Darion has always hated it when he was called a kid by Klaus but this time he ignored it, feeling elicited from the good news understanding what Klaus meant by it's gone.
While they had their little exchange, the duo frowned upon hearing the young man calling the other kiddo who very much looked the same age as him or even older. But then again the age of a vampire can never be judged with your outward appearance. Take for instance, both duo may look like they are in their thirties and forties yet they are far older than that, getting close to a century.
"Who really are you?" The lady out of curiosity still asked, this time with the change of demeanor of the young man, a foreboding was bearing on her. Call it a woman's instincts. Dead or alive, it never failed them.
Hearing the question, Klaus grinning widens once more before he replied
"It ain't that too late to ask now love. Although you might be dead in a few minutes, I'll play along with you. Listen clearly, from the feeling I get from you, you must have been sired by one who is from my lineage. Call me the King, Niklaus Mikaelson, the original hybrid" with the shock expression on the faces of the two seated, they remember the tales around the vampiric and witches community about the ones known as originals
"KILL HIM!!" The man standing from his sit roars out
"Darion I think I can handle it from here. Don't intrude"
"As you wish"
And soon there was carnage in the room. Screams and cries could be heard around , till the man and woman were left hanging on to the little life they had in them after the brutality laid upon them
"Since I'm feeling good. I'll ask again. Do you surrender?" Klaus facing the duo asks again. This time both nodded vigorously to the lifeline, holding on to it with their dear life.
"Yes! Yes! We surrender" the man speaks, seeing a way to live more, with hope building up in him but soon despair creeps in after what he heard
"Oh no boy...I wasn't talking to you." Klaus speaks first before with his speed plunges his hand into the chest of the man before he continues " ...you see, you spit on me with your arrogance and I must commend you for your courage or stupidity in thinking I will spare you. Nevertheless, your insult won't come without a price now"
"No please.. I'll do anything...No.."
Before the man could speak anymore, his heart was ripped out of his chest. Now standing back up with the heart still in his hands, Klaus looks towards the lady.
"Name?"
"Delilah"
"I spared you because you talked less. When I see you no longer are of use to me...." Klaus no longer speaks but the threat was loud and clear to Delilah.
He throws the heart away, not looking at her anymore after feeding her his blood, he walks out of the building with Darion. Still wiping the blood off his hand, he speaks
"What is clouding your mind. Don't tell me you still aren't used to that?"
He had noticed that Darion had had a frown on his face for a while, thinking it was because of the killing, then it would be a disappointment.
"Hmm...you haven't realized yet have you? If the spirits of the hunters no longer torture you, I was wondering. Could it be another must have taken their place here in the real world. Stories as such are regular from where I come from. If it is so, then shouldn't we be worried. They did kill you all one time" Darion aired his view as they enter a carriage assigned to them.
Making himself comfortable inside the carriage, Klaus replies
"Let them come. I'll be waiting" his smirk never leaving his face.
#PowerStones....top up moral!!
