Fan Fiction ❯ For the Love of Vampires ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Adventure Quest characters except Maria (She's my AQ character).

 

Background: This came to me a while ago. In case you can't tell, I love Safiria. She's got huge…tracks of land. Seriously. She owns like, what? Thirty Hectacres of Darkovia? That's some huge tracks of land in my book. Anyway, enjoy.

 

For the Love of Vampires

One

 

Safiria sighed. She managed to sit down with great exertion. She was dead tired. No pun intended. She had been awake for going on two hundred and fifty hours now. In fact, she had not slept since the War of the Fangs began ten days ago. At it was showing. Her movements were painfully slow, and everything she did took ages. Even a blind person could see how sapping even the most mundane of activities were. It was so hurting to watch her go about her buisness, even Zorbak went out of his way to help her in any small way he could.

 

What little energy she could gather from her crippled and broken frame went right into her number two problem, next to the Werewolf King. E and his apprentices. They were young and inexperienced. From what Safiria could tell, they became overconfident in their skills and, in a dillusion of glory, went looking to destroy the oldest Vampire, Safiria. She always managed to put them in their place (The ground), but that last one almost killed her. Thankfully, Zorbak is always willing to spare an ounce or two of blood (Or, two pints in the case of last time. Moglins have an unusually large volume of blood. All ready a master of the Dark Arts, he was immune to the effects of Vamperism).

 

The last thing she wanted to hear was the knock at the door which came next.

 

“Milady, that's the door.” Zorbak told her.

 

“I know it's the damn door! I'm dead, Zorbak, not deaf!” She barked. The moglin rebuttled instantly.

 

“You told me to inform you whenever someone was at the door. I'm just doing my job.” He said. Safiria smiled, crouching over painfully to pet Zorbak on the head (Despite his repeated fiegned deaththrows when she did so). She smiled and muttered a soft, caring apology. She stood and went to the door. Zorbak bolted for the kitchen to run the dishwasher (With him in it). Safiria in the meantime settled to limp to the door. With as steady a hand as she could muster, she took the door handle, straightened her back, fiegned strength and opened the door. Standing on the other side was a young woman about the age of Robina, nineteen or twenty. She had seafoam green hair, red eyes and wore the distinct armor that distinquished her as a Guardian of Battleon. The woman smiled.

 

“May I help you?” Safiria asked, squeezing out the last bits of vocal dignaty she could muster. The woman answered promptly in a strong, upstanding tone.

 

“Maybe. My name is Maria Despair. I come seaking Queen Safiria.” She gave the Vampire a once-over. “And judging by your stunning beauty, you, must be Queen Safiria.” She finished with a confimed tone. Safiria smiled.

 

“Smart girl. Yes, I am Safiria. Do you come to my home on your own free will, or on buisness?”

 

“Buisness, I'm afraid. I come representing three destinct parties of Battleon. It's an offer I think you may find very lucrative.” Safiria surveyed the woman called Maria. She came relativly light. No camping supplies. Someone had told her where to go. She came bearing no weapons, save the Guardian Blade which was dug into the ground beside her to the midpoint. As far as Safiria could tell, she was either not here for a fight, or was looking for one, and was being stupid about it. Either way, she posed no real threat. Safiria smiled, and motioned the Guardian in.

 

Safiria led Maria into the Main Parlor. She continued to asses her option with her `guest'. With her intentions still unknown, she continued to treat Maria as a guest.

 

“Have a seat, my dear. Can I get you anything to eat? Drink?” Safiria asked. Maria thought for a second.

 

“Yes, please. Do you have any Fire Brandy?” The Guardian seemed nice enough. But that was the same thing she said about the last visitor she had. He only left after having all the blood drained from him. Zorbak was nice enough not to reanimate him.

 

“ZORBAK!” Safiria called. After a second or so pause, the little moglin came shuffling in soaking wet. Soap was foamed up in what little hair he had.

 

“You bellowed, Milady?” He asked, little bubbles or soap rising from his mouth when he spoke.

 

“Yes. Do we have any Fire Brandy left from your mother's visit?” Safiria smiled at the thought of Zorbak's mother. A sweet old, unassuming lady. She was always calling Zorbak “Zorry-Poo”, a name Safiria found absolutly hilarious. He walked back into the kitchen to look.

 

“Yes we do. And she's not my mother. She's… an aquaintaince I made to keep a low profile. Yea.” He called thought, a hint of embarrasment shining through. “I suppose you'll want me to pour a glass, won't you?” He continued. Safiria didn't have to ask. Zorbak came in holding a tall wine glass of the thick, flame-colored liquid. It's called “Fire Brandy” because it was a favorite with Drakonnan. Maria can't get enough of it either. The Guardian took the drink and thanked the moglin, who promptly went back to finish his spin in the dishwasher. Maria sipped the cool drink.

 

“I thank you. Now, on to buisness; if I may.” The Guardian spoke. Safiria smiled and motioned her on. “I have here;” she started, pulling a folded letter from the breastplate of her armor. She set the drink between her legs and unfolded it. She held the paper in one hand and her drink in the other. “A message from Sir Galanoth of the Dragonslayers. Should I read it, or do you wish to study it?” Maria asked in a friendly tone, trying to warm up to the Vampire.

 

“I should like to read it, if that's fine by you.” Safiria said, trying to stay ahead of the Guardian.

 

“Quite all right.” Maria replied, handing her host the letter, taking another sip of her drink.