MELISSA19:04 Nov 03 2007
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It was early in the morning and dark clouds filled an even darker sky, as the young man stumbled along the empty beach, his left hand to the wound on his neck.
She was so beautiful, the most beautiful woman his eyes could have laid on, but he had to run... That's the only order he could hear in his head....
And the words overwhelmed all else: his surroundings and conscious thought, as he walked slowly toward the headland at the far end of the beach, as the tide began to turn..
His heart was beating desperately and then... he felt it. The wind brought her perfume to him....
His senses were overwhelmed, by the the olfractory bliss it brought, by the memory that followed and for a short while, the pain diminished to naught, until the he realised he'd become quite delusional.
'After all, ' he mused, 'how is it possible for me to know encounter that smell, now?'
Yet, there it was, blown to him on the light breeze..
He closed his eyes, letting the wind to blow... even her voice.... so sweet, so alluring. And her body coming closer, inviting him to touch her.... but then.... he opened his eyes and fear was painted in his face again... what he saw made him remember...
Before him was the one who had brought him to his knees and driven him from her arms, teeth bared.
Panic-struck, the young man looked around, for her and more than her memory.
His heart beating faster every second.... he couldn't move...
Yet, a decision had to be made. Quickly.
He'd been a victim once and allowed himself to be driven from her arms.
'Not again,' he swore to himself, his hands at his side, fists clenched, nails digging hard into his palms.
And, unconcerned with his injuries, Jason Morris turned towards his adversary, determined to fight and bring the elder down.
Vladek turned to him, eyes burning with hatred..
"Insolent pup," he snarled, "I let you live so that my sister would not mourn you. Now she will."
"You sound like a caricature of our kind, you puffed up blow-hard,"
Morris retorted and laughed, sounding more courageous than he felt.
And slowly, the two moved closer, each baring their fangs, talons ready, to rens bloody flesh from bone.
It was at that moment that the slim raven-tresses of Melissa caught Jasons eyes, as she strode purposefully doen the beach.
Vladek chose this moment to strike: and leapt.
"No," she cried, raising her arms: "Please, no!"
Her entreaties were lost to the wind though, as the elder swept talons across the youngers vampires face, tearing his skin, from just below his left eye to the corner of his mouth.
Jason Morris, though unprepared, was ready to fight back and did do, clenching both hands together and bringing them upward, fast and thudding into the elder vampires jaw.
THUD. It was a sound he liked.
Morris drew back, a little, as his enemy recovered and renewed his advance, as Melissa ran, toward her love.
She stood in between the two, looking at Vladek defiantly. "Stop, Vladek. Go away!" she said firmly.
"Little sister," he simpered, "this whelp, must know his place!"
"He does!" She entreated, turning to look at Morris quickly.
"It's by my side!"
"What!" He thudered, over the sound of the waves, "He's hardly one of use!"
"He´s the one I love and that´s enough" she shouted, her eyes turning dangerously white.
"Love! After fifty years you'll soon forget him!" Vladek snarled, trying to edge round his sister, to reach Morris, still breathing heavily.
"Don´t make me Vladek", she cried she pulls out her sword and pointing the blade at his throat... "you´re just my half brother, I could kill you with no remorse."
Vladek, stared, at her wild eyes and the newborn, just black-pants and white-shirt, coated with his blood.
"You would stand against me?" He roared.
"You know i would, Vladek" she said defiantly..." so if you know what´s good for you... stay away from him"
Full of impotent rage and a need assuage his anger, Vladek stared ar Melissa, with his hands clenched at his side, the knuckles white, nails digging deep into his palms.
"Our parentage is the only thing we share, if you stand by this pup!" He bawled: "You go with him and you will not be welcome in the Great Hall again!"
The swords blade held straight toward her half-brother, she side-stepped several paces, to hand by her lover.
"Even weakened as he is, he is more than you will ever be,
you bully!" She slipped her left arm around her young paramour, to help him to stand.
"Why," she snapped, "it took three of you to take him, in his bed, as he lay resting."...
"Is that your last word?" Vladek asked looking at her with an unusual calm in his blue eyes. "Please think what you´re going to do. You can´t stand against your House..."
"I would stand against the Council itself!" she shouted at him. "I´m the princess and they will have to accept my decision. If not, I´m ready to have my own House".
Vladek laughed.
"We'll see how you feel tomorrow, after you've slept away from your creature comforts.. for they won't have you back. I'll make sure of that!"
With that, Vladek turned and walked toward the base of the esscarpment, at the top of which sat their Great Hall.
Morris had fallen a long way: now it seems he had taken his sister with him: he was fuming.
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