The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

Chapter 2



Outside in the crisp summer-night air Druka stoked the flames of her small camp fire, murmuring small incantations of power into the fire. Words known only to her kind, to the Sister of Blood. She could faintly hear the distant trotting of Cannon’s horse as he approached. There wasn’t much time. She reached into her cloak and pulled out a small copper-colored bottle. Studying it for a moment in the fire light, before walking over to the nearest study tree and smashing it on the ground. There was a jolt in the air, and a large cloud of glittering red dust, then it settled and revealed a massive golden throne, covered in glittering rubies and blood stones. She strolled over to it, and flopped down in it comfortably. Taking a deep breath to prepare herself, she concentrated on the task ahead. Closing her eyes she began chanting to the spirit of Abraxis, the spirit within all Blood Sister. Their god, their Father, their reason for being. And ultimate source of their power. But he loved no on as much as he loved his beloved Druka. High Priestess of Blood.

The flames of her small fire start to climb higher and higher.

“Abraxis, come to me my Father.” She whispers as the heat from the fire starts to warm her face. “Abraxis.” She whispers again. The fire roars higher still, as if having a life and will of its own. “Abraixs!” She moans, calling to him, begging him to come forth. She continues chanting his name, beckoning him to her as Cannon approaches quietly, observing the spectacle.

Druka stands raising her arms to the night sky and screams his name one final time, calling him into the world of the living. The flames now tower over twelve feet in height, and within the flames he stands, a tall powerful looking man, with two small horns protruding from his forehead, and a long whip like tail curled from his leg. Beyond that he appears to be a normal man, save for his incredible height.

“Druka, my love. Why have you called to me?” He asks, his voice low, and rich like audible honey. She kneels before him for a long moment before meeting his gaze.

“I seek your guidance in a matter M’Lord. A matter that confuses me, and fills me with conflicted feelings.” She replies in a shaky voice. He stares at her for a long momeny, never knowing Druka to be hesitant in anything.

“And what matter would that be?” He asks softly.

“A boy I had a hand in raising is now a man, and a bounty hunter hired to end me. I do not know how to procede. I cared for this boy long ago, and do not wish to end his life, but it doesn’t seem like I can reason with him.” She takes a short angry breath. “Thos bastards in the Ocean towers have filled his mind with lies about me, and what happened!” Druka takes her seat atop her throne and sits back, waiting for her Masters advice.

Abraxis leans closer, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. “Isnt it obvious child? Simply convert him. Make him see the truth, by what ever means necessary.” This of course confuses her further.

“But Master, I already know that I must show him the truth, my questions is now what, but how? I don’t know how to reach him.” The great being takes one menacing step forward.

“The priestesses of my temple did not train a fool Druka! Think on what I have said and figure it out!” And with that last statement he vanishes, extinguishing the fire that has brought him forth, and Druka, High priestess of Blood put her head into her hands and sighed heavily.

“Father forgive your ignorant child.” After leaning back in her throne once more she looks around briefly. “You can come out now Cannon, the Father of Blood and Fire wont slay you this night.”

“But you will?” He asks with a sneer. Drukas’ only response is an over exaggerated sigh. “Come on then Witch, lets have us a fight!” He rushes her, sword drawn, screaming in terrible rage, but before he can register what is happening she makes a small gesture with her hand and a tree root shoots out in front of him, sending him face first into the ground. Groaning in pain and indignity of being so easy over taken, he glares up at her, but when his gaze meets hers something different. It takes him a long moment to full comprehend what he is looking at. Then it hits him. She us completely nude. Not one scrap of clothing to cover to pale perfection of her goddess like body.