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Chapter 3 – Viper Irvine
I was going to die and I knew it. The werewolf faced down at me with bloodied teeth, and growled low and viciously. In his yellow slitted eyes I saw my reflection, and I saw the fear in my own face. The werewolf looked up over my head in surprise. In his eyes I saw a flying figure that grew larger each second. I could make out the shape of a bat. Then with a swift kick the werewolf that pinned my down was sent flying backwards across the street and into the wall of a quite house. I leaped up to face my rescuer and saw that it was a female. She turned around and looked at me and I saw her face. She was a vampire. Her face was strong and her brown curled hair fell to her shoulders. She wore a similar metallic cloak that I wore, but over a tight leather suit. She had thick black boots and long black fingernails, which were temporary like her blood red eyes and bared fangs. Despite her mature clothing she looked the same age as me. The werewolf she kicked stirred awake and sprang back up. She turned around and jumped through the air towards it. She crashed into it heavily and knocked it behind a bush. When she immerged her lips, teeth and hands were bloodstained and her hands also. Her fangs reduced to normal teeth along with her eyes which turned brown.
“Are you ******** nuts?’ she asked surprisingly calmly. “Taking on eight werewolves is suicide.”
“Well I killed most of them didn’t I” I replied, also transforming back to my normal self. She looked at me in disbelief.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, I’m Viper Irvine,” she said. “And you are?”
“I’m Gabriel Von Alberict” I said.
“Well Gabriel, I don’t think you should go back to the cult, you’ll defiantly be banished.”
“Bit late” I sighed.
“Well then, we have something in common,” she smiled. “I suggest we leave before another two hundred come running down the street.” She said this with such blankness in her face I didn’t know if she was kidding or being factual. I went over to one of the werewolves and pried free the dagger. It dripped with blood that I wiped off on the fur of the dead creature. Viper looked at me in interest for a moment then continued to walk on into the thick park of trees.
“You coming,” I heard her call from inside its depths. I ran into the forest after her. I found her walking into a small waste site behind the park.
“So you were exiled?” I asked.
“Yes, by the same cult that you live in,” she replied.
“What do you mean there is only one cult” I asked her. She stopped suddenly, and turned around.
“Do you know about the conspiracy?” she asked.
“What conspiracy?” I asked her back confused.
“Oh My God, what were you banished for then?” she gasped.
“For going to the surface without a leader,” I slumped my head.
“They banished you for that, wow that Mordekai is more of an a*****e then I thought.”
“Well I kind of got my friend killed,” I said even more ashamed.
“And….” She said.
“And what?” I asked.
“Well it must have been some one important for them to banish you,” she said matter of fact way.
“No it was just my friend, Drake Darkcrow.”
“DRAKE! No it can’t be, not him,” she gasped in horror. “Come with me now.” She grabbed my hand I ran as fast as she could into a dark drainpipe, that was barely big enough for us the stand up in.
“Stop” I called to her. “what’s the big deal” we continued to run and when we burst out the other end the scene had changed and the sun was rising on the horizon making my skin tingle under it faint light. We stood on the edge of the Thames River, the morning sun lit up the streets of London with a faint whisper.
“In here” she said pulling me into a dingy shed by an empty house. “There is so much you don’t know, and they will already be after you” her voice was pained
“Who’s after me, tell me what’s happening.” I asked worriedly.
But then she pulled me into the shed. The firelight flickered dimly in the small wet room. The black stone walls shimmered against the light and the pools of water danced madly. This room was not a shed at all; it was only disguised as a shed. A single brass door stood on the wall facing the house. Scratch marks etched down it as if it were scorched by fire. Viper looked at me, as I waited nervously. She knocked on the door three times whilst still looking at me; her eyes flickered with something I didn’t know. Her face gave nothing away.
"Who is it?" Came a deep grudged voice.
"The rebellion," Viper replied calmly, still not turning from me. The door flew open with a sudden burst and Viper finally turned away. I suddenly wished I was back in the street facing the werewolves. The room beyond was brilliantly lit, not only by the torches on the wall but by the huge open fireplace at the end of the room, crackling with a sharp tongued fire. The walls were made of the same stone as the inside of the shed, and like it the shed it was also concealed carefully by the outer layer of a house. A grey stone table stretched down the length of the room with throne like chairs lined along next to it. But this was not the reason he was afraid of the room. In the room sitting at on each chair was a teen vampire or werewolf. All of them looked ravenously down the room, straight into my eyes.
Chapter 4 - The Rogue Cult
Viper dragged me roughly into the room and threw me out onto the stone table. “Drake is dead!” she yelled, her voice broke and echoed through the room. A thick silence fell over the room, all eyes once again turned to me. “He says he killed him and was banished for it,”
“Hang on a sec,” I piped up, “I didn’t say I killed him,”
“Yes Viper, we don’t want to jump to conclusions,” said the man at the end of table, he was a vampire, about 25 with short cropped blond hair and bright blue eyes that held many secrets. I looked back to see Viper cross her arms over her chest and look away from me with her jaw set. “My apologises,” the man continued, “What is your name?”
“I…I’m, Gabriel Von Alberict,” My eyes scanned the room. My breath became heavier as I counted the number of werewolves in the room.
“My name is Tyzan Now, would you mind telling us how master Darkcrow…died?”
I nodded hesitantly as the hungry eyes of the vampires and werewolves turned to me again, all accusing. I told them the story; many of them turned to each other and whispered, others just stared at me in shock. “He died slowly, from loss of blood,” I finished. I heard Viper’s cry of anguish behind me. I turned to see her biting her white knuckles with glassy eyes staring away from everyone. “Viper, why did you bring him here?” Tyzan asked with a gentle tone to his voice. Viper straightened herself and said in such a low voice, it was almost a whisper, “He took on eight adult weres. He defeated most of them. I heard him while I was waiting for Drake. I helped him out and when he said he knew Drake and that he was….. I brought him here. He displayed a lot of courage and the way he fought off the weres was commendable, he can help us, he obviously couldn’t help Drake,” Her voice turned icy and her eyes narrowed. Those words stung, I winced slightly at the tone she said it in, so full of hate and sorrow. Why?
She shot me one last venomous glare before half running to another door, I swear I could hear her sobbing as she went. One of the young werewolves at the table stood up and was about to go after her but Tyzan held his hand up. “No Ulzae, leave her,”
“What is this all about?” I asked confused.
“We are the rebellion against the elder werewolves and vampires. Us here all want the same thing, we are all friends here you need not be afraid.” I looked once more around the room at the werewolves.
“Why would you want to rebel against the elders?” I asked
“You don’t know about the conspiracy?” Came the man at the doors voice, and I turned to look at him. His dark skin reflected no light and his thick black deadlocks hung loosely over his broad shoulders and square face. I shook my head.
“Conspiracy?”
"Yes Gabriel that is what we are all here for." Tyzan started sadly.
"The vampire and werewolf elders have a vicious plot to make themselves stronger. They are planning to sacrifice six young werewolves and six vampires. They pretend to be at war but in secret they are working together."
"Why" I asked.
"By mixing the two bloods in a special ceremony they can turn themselves into hybrids"
"HYBRIDS" I gaped.
"That is one of the reasons why drake was important to viper and to us. He was our inside man for the vampires."
"D-Drake was a rogue" I stuttered hardly believing it.
"And Victor Black," Tyzan said nodding to the doorman.
"Is the inside man for the werewolves."
“Will you join us, Gabriel Von Alberict?” Tyzan suddenly said.
I thought long and hard about what he’d said, about the cult, about Viper and the others, about Drake. Tension built as I thought, some of the rogue's were becoming restless. What was I to do? I guess I wouldn’t last long as rouge with the Elders out there. Drake, he’d want me here to help. He’d been trying to tell me that last night.
I nodded, “Yes I will,” The rogue werewolves smiled, whilst the other vampires did not look pleased. Tyzan smiled, “Well with that settled, Ulzae please show Gabriel to his room,”
“Yes, sir,” The young wolf stood up again and walked towards me, He was about my age, he was hunched over with arms longer then they should be. He had a dog nose and his ears were slightly pricked up. Ulzae was covered in skin but he had thick silvery patches of hair on his arms, back and a shaggy mop of silver hair on his head.
"Come on then" Ulzae said walking to the door Viper went through. I followed close behind. As I walked through the door I suddenly came across a rusted metal staircase that wound down. It creaked as if in agony as We both descended it down into the dark earth. The lighting became dimmer when we reached the cold underground tunnel. Ulzae walking in long strides down the tunnel and I practically had to run to keep up with him. We passed many wooden doors but finally Ulzae stopped at a rusted one.
"This will be your room." Ulzae said opening the door. "I'm sure Tyzan will get some clothes for you but for now you’re just going to have to make do with what ya got." He left me at the door and strode off back into the dim light of the tunnel. I walked inside to the room I would most probably be spending the rest of my life in without enthusiasm. It was just as cold as the tunnel outside it, and looked very unusual to what I was used to. The bed at the end of the room looked nothing like the coffin and beside it lay a small unlit lamp on the bedside table as well as a heater on the floor. A kitchen was built into the wall to my right and in the middle between the bed and kitchen was a lounge and what I believed to be called a television. I went over to my bed and lit the lamp and ignited the heater. I open the door to the right of the bed and saw a toilet shower and sink. As I closed the bathroom door behind me I noticed the front door was ajar and so I walked over to close. But as I grabbed the handle I stopped. The door opposite me was also left a little open and inside the room I heard sobbing. I stepped out into the tunnel and walked up to the door
to get a better view and I saw Viper on her bed crying heavily into a necklace. Of what I could see it was a copper carved heart that was linked to a gold chain. Viper held it in her hand and stared at it with misty eyes.
 Commander Ando · Fri Aug 22, 2008 @ 11:25am · 1 Comments |
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