Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction ❯ Blood War ❯ Chapter One:Sire ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter One: Sire

 

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The sound of a heartbeat broke the stillness; he was here. A second later the scent of blood was upon her, a gentle which calmed her. Luckily she had eaten fresh Elf blood before her mission, or she would kill him before she completed.

 

While her mind was on the ground beneath her, her body, placed on a branch so her back leaned up against the trunk, was unmoving. Neither a muscle nor bone her body twitched, she was unseen in the night. Her hands, placed in her lap, held loosely the dagger coated with Rin, the Elf poison. Its blade was a midnight black, its hilt a dark green. It was to be used only in emergencies, the council had told her.

 

They wanted the Prince of Mirkwood alive.

 

He passed beneath her tree, and that was when she moved. With the grace of a swan lifting its head she leaned forward, letting one leg swing to the side of the tree as she opened her eyes. Blood red stared down at the shadow beneath her, and a sly smile crept onto her face.

 

“Why does your heart quicken, fair folk prince.”

 

Her words, dripping like poison to the man below, made him spin round, grabbing his yew bow and knocking an arrow to the string. “Whose there?” He demanded, hiding the quiver in his voice extremely well. Her smile broaden; the pour fool, he had not yet learned to sense her kind like a master.

 

“You hide your fear well, Prince.” She said softly, throwing her other leg over the branch so she was sitting on it like a bench. “Much better then those men I drank from a while ago. How they begged and screamed as I brought there necks to my fangs.”

 

Golden hair shifted slightly in the chilled wind; she knew those ice blue eyes were searching for her. “So you are the one who killed my guards.” He stated, his voice becoming louder as he put two and two together. “This was a trick; you knew I would be out here tonight.”

 

This time she laughed a real cackle that shifted through the trees and caused a shiver to go down the elf's spine. “I must say I am surprised, that you even figured out my little plan before I had to go right out and tell you.” She laughed at the growl the Elf let out at her insult. “Come down here and fight.” He demanded, and suddenly he turned upwards and shot.

 

The arrow barely missed her, and she had to throw herself onto anther branch to dodge the shot. He was already knocking another arrow, but she would not have it. With her Vampire speed she fell from the tree, landing right on top his bow so it snapped in half. He shifted to the side, reaching for a twin sword at his waist, but she grabbed him around the knees and forced him backwards and onto the ground with a sickening thud.

 

They fought; to strong, lithe bodies unwilling to yield to another. She made quick work of his last two weapons, so he was forced to fight her hand to hand. But she had already lost the blade, so if he got the upper hand there would be trouble. Finally, she saw a shift in his defenses and she took it. She lunged forward, her canines growing longer as she plunged into his neck.

 

He let out a scream of pain as her fangs entered his skin, but immediately he lost the strength to fight from the chemical in her saliva. His blue eyes turned skyward and the met with the moon, praying for a quick death.

 

But she would not have. She took only enough of his blood to let the fog of unconsciousness takes him before pulling away. She wiped away the dripping blood from her mouth, her once white teeth a shocking red. The glimmer of triumph in her ruby eyes shown like the stars as she reached for a bottle at her waist and pulled out the cork.

 

With a swish of her hands she ripped off his tunic, barring his silver skin chest to her gaze. Unscathed, for no matter how many wounds an Elf got he would not receive a scar. That ended today for this one. With a long, pointed nail she drew the symbol of the Vampires over his heart; a sword and a fang crossed. As the blood seeped from the wound she poured the liquid onto his skin; letting it drench the mark before bringing her own wrist to her mouth and biting it.

 

Pain shot through her but she ignored it. When her blood was flowing through the bite she pulled back and positioned it over his chest. The blood dripped from the wound and as it hit the liquid it turned dark. The eyes of the Elf suddenly shot open and he let out a scream of pain. The sound of his crying voice mixed with her own as she spoke the incantation.

 

Earth, here my pray

Bring this Moonwalker into your embrace

Show him the darkness, show him the night

Let him be my Sire.

 

The howling of the man ceased abruptly and his eyes closed; a look of peace and rapture upon the sharp lines. She felt his heartbeat slow and die, and the falling of his chest stop. He was dead to the Elf's eyes, but she could tell there was something different. When someone dies there is none of this look of sleep many talk about. They just looked dead. But this fair folk looked far from dead, merely asleep. And if she was lucky, that was the truth.

 

She stood and threw the Elf over her shoulder. The wound had stopped bleeding and had sealed, leaving nothing but a scar colored black over his heart. With amazing strength she took off running; through the forest and out of the elf territory.

 

The cursed sun was rising, and she had to get herself and the new vampire home.