Fan Fiction ❯ For the Love of Vampires ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two

 

“'To Queen Safiria of the Vampires.'” Safiria began. “'I am Galanoth, Head of the Order of Dragonslayers. It has come to my attention that several young initiates to the Order of Vampireslayers have come your way in hopes of gaining the favor of E, their leader. Despite his warnings, they still come. I have arranged a guard to stay with you in these troubled times. While I understand you are under siege by a certain group of lycans, you are also troubled by humans who do nothing but prolong the length of the War of the Fangs. And so, your guard will trouble themselves with any problems that may come visit you.'” Safiria stopped reading about midway through the letter. It looked authentic, but she still had her doubts. She stared at the Guardian. “' I am sending this to you and only you because, unlike the werewolves, the Vampire citizens of Battleon actually serve a purpose. This purpose is the population control of several troublesome animals that are pains even for experienced Guardians. You are vital to the survival, safety and security of everyone in Battleon. And so, your safety and security takes top priority. Your guard shall be arriving shortly after this letter.'” She stopped again and re-read the contents. She was reading right, and Galanoth was speaking the same language as her, but she still didn't understand what he ment by `vital to the survival, safety and security of everyone in Battleon.' That part still confused her.

 

“Confused?” Maria asked, setting the drink on the table before her.

 

“Slightly. Who is the guard Galanoth mentioned?” Safiria questioned, putting the letter down.

 

“Well, it was going to be MegaPrime, but he got mauled by a Werewolf on the way here. I happened across his horribly mangled corpse, found this letter and decided to deliver it myself. I also happened across the Werewolf who mauled Prime. Turned him into Puppy Cutlets. So, I guess I'm going to take MegaPrime's place as your guard. If that's okay.” Maria droned. Safiria gave the girl another once over.

 

“All right. But what else are you capable of?”

 

“Well, I'm far better then MegaPrime could ever be. I have over thirty confirmed Werewolf kills, uh, three vampires, but they started it.” She explained.

 

“Yes, most of the fledglings do have an annoying habbit of picking fights they can't win. Sorry about that.” Safiria appologized.

 

“That's okay. I don't know if you read the bit where I have to do whatever you ask until you say I can go. And don't worry. I don't exploit loopholes. If you say I'm dismissed, I'm not going to translate that as go home, unless that's what you mean. I'm not that way. MegaPrime might of, but not me.” Maria smiled. Safiria's heart was put to rest. She was sure the Guardian was not here to kill her.

 

“'We hope our guard can be of assistance. Signed Galanoth, Head of the Order of Dragonslayers, Atrix von Krieger, Captian of the Guardians, and E, Head of the Order of Vampireslayers.' Signatures for all of them. Must be authentic. Okay. I trust you. The first thing you can do is get Zorbak out of the dishwasher.” Safiria droned, looking over her shoulder into the kitchen. Maria smiled, said `yes ma'am' and walked through the door into the kitchen.

 

The kitchen was a rather open room with little except a white door where an annoying hum was emmitnating. Maria pulled the door open. A little blue mass of moglin slid out of the crevass and onto the floor. He was clearly dizzy, as he was looking all around the room with a dazed grimace.

 

“Is the ride over, mommy?” He asked dreamily.

 

“Yes, it is. Dry off and come into the parlor.” Maria replied, trying not to laugh.

 

“He does that whenever I touch him in any affectionate way. Of course, he's never actually gone the entire course without having a change of heart. New record, Zorbak.” The moglin said nothing, except walked into the room (He was walking very crooked, like one would walk after getting off of the Gravitron 9000) He had a towel wrapped around his head as he attempted to dry his fur. He only succeeded in running head-long into the door frame. He fell over, his legs flailing around as he tried to right himself.

 

Safiria, while Maria was busy laughing at Zorbak's misfortune, attempted to stand up and go to her room to sleep. It didn't quite work out that way. She stumbled and fell to the ground, knocking several items off of the table (Maria's drink was spared). The Guardian ran to her side.