Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Out of Babylon ❯ Establishing Borders ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I entered the turn of the millennium watching the mortals known as Romans and they were powerful. They were also pests in my mind. Things in my lands were perfect in my mind as I had instituted things for my people. I became obsessed with education and I made sure uppyr children were given proper educations of our histories and the world. I was almost seven hundred years old and I still was without a family. I was bitter but I never said anything to Syna. My nephew Lukas was at my court and he did not like my companion at all and he told me of it constantly.

 

“You should have what you want Uncle Vlad! You rule us and you provide for us all except yourself!” He said as he sat across from me as we played chess.

 

“Lukas stop it now! I will eventually have what I want.” I shrugged.

 

“She enjoys prestige and she enjoys your favor but she cannot deliver you a son?” he asked as his eyes flashed.

 

“Lukas! Enough!” I said standing in anger.

 

I decided I needed time to figure things out and I took my horse on a long ride. My mount was the son of Tiny and he was a great black beast. I called him Satan because of his temperament. I rode for a long while and I felt a large group of mortals. I was annoyed and I was intrigued because I felt something else. I went to the river's edge and there amongst a throng of Romans was a creature of ungodly beauty. She had silver hair and what appeared to be tattoos on her face. She narrowed her brilliant eyes at me and proceeded to lift her hand to me. She was giving me quite an obscene gesture and I was shocked. She made growling noises and I could swear I saw her eyes flash. I just sat there staring for God knew how long and I was in complete surprise. The power she exuded rivaled those I felt off of Danika and I was intrigued. She was surrounded by so many damn mortals that I did not dare show myself. She was led away by a dark haired mortal with blue eyes and I narrowed my eyes. I would wait till night fall and move with the shadows.

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I waited in the clearing and I turned to stare at her. Her eyes were narrowed and intense curiosity was evident upon my face.

“Why does a daemon travel amongst mortals?” I asked.

 

“What I do is none of your fucking business.” She snarled at me.

 

“You are almost rabid. What have I done to you?” I asked coming closer.

 

“You exist.” She snapped.

 

“Have I perhaps offended you in another lifetime?” he asked amused.

 

“Do not make yourself familiar with me uppyr!” She snarled as her eyes flashed crimson.

 

“How can I make myself familiar when I know not who you are? I must say your abilities are amazing.

I have never met any daemon besides an uppyr that has psi abilities.” I said smirking.

 

She set her mouth in a grim line and moved forward with incredible speed. She shoved her claws into my chest and released some manner of toxin. I hissed in pain and I shoved her back. She kept her balance and drew a sword. She threw me forcefully with her mind against a tree and I grunted. I got up and came closer to her. I tried to force her down with my will and she stood but she broke out into a sweat. Her shields were in place as well and I resorted to unsheathing my sword. My face was set in a grim visage as she circled me.

 

“You reek of hate for me personally but I have never seen you before. Pray tell what do you think I have done that makes you travel amongst the Romans.” I demanded.

 

“Your debauchery and evil are well known Eyal.” She sneered.

 

I stepped back and looked visibly stunned. She came at me quickly and wrapped a clawed hand around my throat. She pressed her claws in just enough and I did not fight.

 

“How do you know that name?” I whispered harshly.

 

“I also know you hail from Babylon and you are a Hebrew. You paid much money for mortals to return to their homeland of Judea.” She said in harsh tone.

 

“Who in God's name are you?” I asked her.

 

“You are a bastard and you will die a bastard's death.” She answered.

 

I pulled her hand off of my neck with sheer strength and crushed her fingers.

 

“You will tell me how you know of me woman. I was merely curious but now I am pissed.” I said grabbing her throat.

 

I made us disappear into the mist and we reappeared near my castle. She went wild and started slashing at me with her claws. I had to grab her hands and hold them tightly. She spit at me and my own eyes flashed red for a moment. I had to taste her blood. I was going mad with curiosity and I needed to know how she knew of me. She suddenly brought a booted foot up a little and kicked my knee.

 

“Bitch!” I hissed.

 

“You state the obvious vermin.” She said backing away.

She was panting and exhaustion was overcoming her. I looked over and rolled and grabbed an ankle. We tumbled down and I pinned her beneath me. She threw me off enough to vomit.

 

“I feel your hatred of me yet I have never done a damn thing to you!” I snarled.

 

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and snarled. I was starting to get the idea that she was a dog.

 

“You are some kind of dog daemon? Why should I bother your kind?” I demanded.

 

“I do hate you. You are nothing more than scum that is a waste of space on this Earth.” She snarled in a terrible rage.

 

“You are the one that has brought the Romans to my door!” I raged.

 

“Serves you right.” She snapped.

 

“I would know how you know the name Eyal.” I said dangerously.

 

“Screw you.” She snapped again.

 

I was on her again and she again fought me. She managed to reach down and grab a dagger. I saw her movements and grasped her hand tightly. I smashed her hand against a rock and she yelped in pain. I did it again and she dropped the blade. The back of her hand was bloodied and she tried to keep it away from me. I leaned forward and licked at the blood. She maintained a barrier around her mind that I had a hell of a time trying to get through but her blood told me her ancestry. My eyes widened again in utter shock. Not only was she masking uppyr heritage but she also had masked the very distant relation to me that she was. I dropped her hand and I was confused.

 

“Who are you?” I demanded.

 

“Your death!” She snapped.

 

I grabbed her throat and I realized that she would not give me what I wanted. I lowered my fangs to her neck and she bucked beneath me as I sank them in. My eyes fluttered shut at the exquisite heat coursed through me. I moaned against her and I still could not get through the walls of her mind. I pulled back and she was a bigger mystery than before.

 

“You are half uppyr; how can this be?” I asked shocked.

 

“You do not know how males and females interact to create offspring?” She asked me sarcastically.

 

“I do not know how an uppyr was born of another daemon. I have never seen it.” I snapped.

 

“Ignorant imbecile.” She muttered.

 

“Excuse me? You are the one that has brought Legions of mortals into my land!” I snapped.

 

“You are a disgusting bastard who needs to do the world a favor and die!” She snarled at me.

 

“Tell me what offense you think I have done!” I demanded.

 

“You took from me.” She said in a raw voice.

“What did I take?” I asked confused.

 

“My dignity.” She snapped sitting up.

 

“I do not even know you. Your blood tells me that I should but I do not.” I said standing.

 

“You act as though you are innocent! You act as though you are not a depraved monster!” She snapped.

 

“Take my blood. You will see I speak the truth!” I said narrowing my eyes.

 

She moved forward and sank her fangs into my neck without any resistance from me. She had latched onto my neck and it seems she had no intentions of letting go. I moaned beneath her as she drank my blood. I had to push her back and her fangs tore my flesh. I looked at her and she stared right back at me. I had gotten nothing from my blood letting and she had gotten much. She turned away from me and I grabbed her. I turned her around and my large hands held her face.

 

“Who are you? Blood of a relative runs in your veins and you say I took your dignity.” I demanded softly.

 

“Who I am matters not. Who you are is what matters.” She said in a dangerous tone.

 

“I will have your name.” I demanded.

 

“Death.” She said darkly.

 

“How can I defend myself against your accusations?” I snarled.

 

“You cannot.” She stated in anger.

 

“Woman you will answer me.” I threatened her.

 

“Or you will what Vlad? Punish me?” She laughed bitterly.

 

I grabbed her roughly and she rounded on me. She hit me and I held on. I invaded her mouth and bit into her tongue. She groaned against the assault and I was able to pull a little bit from her. A small amount of her blood spilled from the kiss. I pulled back and stared at her horrified.

 

“I have known you.” I said.

 

“Go to hell!” She yelled at me.

 

“Come with me.” I said pulling her along.

 

“Let me go Vlad.” She demanded.

 

“Do not make yourself so familiar.” I said mocking her.

 

She grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. She put her claws to my throat and I stared at her with my brown eyes. Her eyes were burning and she dared me to move. She lowered her claws and jerked away from me.

 

“You are pathetic and you will die pathetic.” She said turning to leave.

 

“Says you and a pack of mortals?” I said moving straight in front of her.

 

“Who is Shezmu?” She asked suddenly.

 

“You speak of a legend and myth.” I said looking at her confused.

 

“You say he is only legend and myth but I have seen him with my own eyes.” She said incredulously.

 

I actually felt concerned and she moved closer to me.

 

“There is no way you could have seen that creature. He is said to be an Egyptian God.” I said defiantly.

 

“The idea of an ancient god makes you afraid?” She asked amused.

 

“You are a smart mouthed little tart. He is said to be the devourer of souls and judges the damned.” I said narrowing my eyes.

 

“I am not damned.” She said.

 

“You are a daemon according to the Church you are damned.” I said crossing my arms.

 

“I am Shinto and not Christian. I am not damned and therefore have no fear for my soul; you on the other hand.” She said looking me over.

 

“If this Shezmu is real then you and I may both have problems bitch. He is a blood drinker according to myth and may very well be one of the first.” I said narrowing my eyes.

 

“Why should I care?” She asked.

 

“One more powerful than both of us put together could be very dangerous indeed. I have never met a female of your strength and you are a hybrid.” I said stepping back.

 

“Are you suggesting that we find out what he wants?” She asked surprised.

 

“Yes I am. I have no intentions of dying. Regardless of any misdeeds you are convinced I have done or by some defunct Egyptian deity.” I said stubbornly.

 

“He appeared to me in Rome.” She said.

 

“First you need to call off your Roman dogs. The mortals may be causing problems but the uppyr in the Carpathians are not.” I demanded.

 

“I will call them off for now. You even think to betray me Tepest and I skewer your nads on a spit over a fire.” She said growling.

 

“Colorful metaphor woman.” I snapped.

 

“You may call me Yuina.” She said moving away from me.

 

“If you are Shinto then that means you are Japanese.” I observed.

 

“Very good. I suppose you are intelligent.” She said in a snotty tone.

 

I glared at her and I watched in surprise as she transformed into a sphere and left. I was full of anger at her words but I was also so incredibly attracted to her that I could not see straight. She was beautiful and powerful and I wanted to taste every bit of skin on her. She hated my guts and I could not fathom why. She was a mystery and I liked mysteries. I made my way into the castle and I had to get supplies. I had to get myself pulled together so I could figure out this woman.