Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Time to Bare ❯ Chapter 4
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By: prophet_of_dodo 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.03.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 131 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.03.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 131 | Status: Completed
Chapter 4
Carter came to a stop, near the border of Georgia and South Carolina. He was exhausted from the run, and from having to deal with a witch and some vampires. His target, Ronald, was able to slip his grasp. As he took a minute to take his breath, his mate Amala, appeared before him, her long black hair blowing in the breeze. She looked concerned, she had never seen her husband like this, not in over 300 years. He looked as if he had not completed his mission.
“You didn't kill him, did you?” she asked, even thought she knew the answer.
“No. There were to many for even me to deal with.” he replied, finally catching his breath.
“This will not due, if she-” he interrupted her, “This is my Clan!!! Not hers” he screamed at Amala, almost causing her to go into shock.
“It is your Clan, you and me baby.... But we have to give her what she wants. If not...” she dared not say the rest of her statement.
“I know. When we win, she wins. And win she wins, everyone will die. She will be pleased to know that the leader of the Frasier Clan is heading to the Rockies as we speak” he chuckled, a grin appearing on his face.
She sighed, “That is good news. That means the beginning of the end is near. All we have to do is wait” said Amala, laughing at the thought of complete victory.
The sun rose, and Marcus was up early, training with the different weapons his parents had. He had wooden and silver stakes, wielding them like a true assassin. He struck the vital points of the targets his mother created for them to practice on. He practiced on still and moving targets, even throwing them at high speeds. He even attached a strong metal wire in order to reel in his stakes, to strike even up close enemies.
His sisters came down and joined him in his training, they easily caught onto what he was doing, and began to mimic his movements. For both vampires and werewolves, the males grew stronger faster, and they learned arts of combat more easily. However, females talents, were based on their ability to mimic fighting style's, and memorizing them, though they were on a much weaker level. In battle, males were feared to be more powerful. Females were feared to learn their opponents movements, so a drawn out battle will result in death to any who faced a female. So they used their brother to learn how to fight, so they wouldn't fail in basic training.
They also began drinking more blood, to increase their strength. They knew not how many were in the invading Clan, so they had to get as powerful as they could. Their mother had to go to work, and support the family more often now that their dad was away, getting help. However they had no fear, their house was protected, and they were training everyday since it was now winter break. Even Jamie was practicing spells frequently, and was even considering joining a Coven to gain more knowledge and power.
Everyone was on their toes. Even Jamie's mom alerted the closest Coven of the situation, and was waiting for a response to see when or if they would intervene. It would take maybe a week to hear from the High Council. The only means of communicating with them was in person. However, the Original in charge can communicate with the other Council's using an advance psychic projection that links the Originals. The Council's were sealed from the rest of the world, to allow their location to remain a secret and to protect themselves from any intruder. Even Ronald, who was going to speak to them, wouldn't be allowed to see the exact location, they would blind him, with psychic energy in order to block his senses when he approached. Legend has it that the eldest vampires and witches live here to protect the Original, and help them rule their territory. Though Europe is dominated by the werewolves, a High Council resides there, only for the case when a war would start again. Europe was like a sanctuary for the werewolves, a peace offering given to the werewolves by the Originals. However, no communication has ever happened between that High Council and the others. Leaving some to wonder if a 7th council even exists. When this is brought up in meetings, the Originals always say communication is limited only in times of need, saying it was a difficult matter to send communications to them.
“Good job sis. You're doing pretty good!” exclaimed Marcus to his little sister Kiara.
“Thanks, I had a good teacher!” she laughed, they also commenting on how skilled Jane had gotten. They were all growing quickly, his sister's keeping up with him, as he grew too. Jane also began to warm up a little more to her siblings. Being the oldest, she saw them as a deterrent to her plans, however, she loved them and was determined to protect them. She knew she would have to be there, more than ever. There were some weapons and techniques they couldn't utilize, due to them being vampires. However, they made use of the ones they could use, and perfected many techniques over the course of the week. It was a weirdly bright day, when they received word that their father had made it to the High Council.
The mountain was large in the distance. Ronald looked at it with awe. He hasn't been here ever since he turned his family into vampires, and requested a territory. He could smell the vampires around the mountain, and could sense death inside it. There was only one entrance, and they blind folded him once again before taking him to it. As they approached he could smell more vampires, and they were old, the youngest was maybe 400 years old. Originals only allowed the old and loyal to guard their fortresses, and the oldest and most loyal were part of the Council itself. Rumor had it that the Council was created by the Originals, so they were in sense their children, making them more loyal. Everyone on the council was guarded fiercely, most members have yet to be replaced due to death.
They took the blindfold off him, as he took in the familiar sights. Though there were improvements it all looked the same. The leader of the Council preferred her fortress to be designed like those under the rule of Queen Elizabeth the 1st. Their were many intricate tunnels, walkways, and catacombs that could confuse any intruder. The High Council was deep inside the base of the Rocky Mountains, the High Chamber was in the deepest part. As they approached the Council chamber, he could see the most elite witches in North America, scanning him with their magic, to detect any deceit and weapons Ronald may have. The Originals employed witches and vampires to protect themselves, and their Council. A cloaked man approached Ronald and the group of vampires escorting him. On his cloak their was a symbol, a symbol that represented the North American High Council. It was red, with three stars in a triangle formation, with a circle inside. He removed his hood, to reveal his face, another symbol was etched on his forehead, it was the seal of the Slayers.
The Slayers are a group of vampires charged with protecting the Originals themselves, and for carrying out missions given to them directly. All High Councils have a group of Slayers, and the leader of each group of Slayers also has a position on the High Council. They are extremely old and dangerous vampires, only being a few hundred years younger than the Originals themselves, but older than the other Council Members. The seal on his head, and of his cloak, showed that he was the Leader of the Slayers of North America.
“Hello Ronald, my name is Matthew. I'm the Leader of the Slayers. I will continue your escort to the Council Chambers. Now I have heard of your problem, and I will try hard to push your case in your favor. I've been tracking those vampires for almost 200 years. I will give more details in the meeting, but for now, how are you?” asked Matthew, he seemed almost genuine in his thoughts of help Ronald and his family.
“I'm tired. I didn't expect to see this type of threat anytime soon. I thought there was order and law. Yet, this Clan has broken them, and now I feel as if this Council cannot protect my family” explained Ronald, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with despair and his eyes were sagging.
“Dare not speak that to loud here. Alena does not take kindly to words she consider treason. She is very nice, but has low tolerance for insubordination!” he said in a whisper, trying to keep their words hidden.
“I'm sure. But this is true. I've even considered contacting the Asia Embassy, to relocate my family to that continent!” said Ronald, Matthew literally jumping back with shock. He couldn't believe a vampire living in their home region relocating to another, led by a different High Council Continent. Ronald, was a young vampire, but Matthew felt he would learn right from wrong with more time. They finally reached the grand gold and silver doors of the High Council Chamber. It was frigid, this deep under the mountain. The door flung open, the air tight room vacuumed the air on the other side, drawing Ronald and Matthew inside. They quickly stepped in, and the high vacuum ended, the high pitched noise ending as well.
The room was a simple, large circle. Their was a large fire pit in the middle of the room, with other torches surrounding the room. There was in total six chairs in the room, with only one chair being empty. Ronald presumed that this chair was Matthew's. All the vampires sitting were dressed in very old, royal or high ranking garnets from Great Britain. All of the vampires were elderly men and woman, with bright blue eyes, and they all emitted an over bearing aurora of self importance and superiority. They all had a look on their face that everyone was lesser than them, excluding the one that created them: Alena, the Original of North America.
She was by far the youngest looking vampire in the room. She has perfect tan skin, despite being underground for more than one thousand years. She had silky, long brown hair, and she had a face that is warm and inviting, with a beautiful smile. She is slim, and she had on a silk black dress, with a necklace made of diamonds, with matching diamond earrings. Everyone else in the room looked grim, yet she looked weirdly pleasant, as if she had never had a bad day before. Her sunny disposition made Ronald very uneasy, since he heard Originals were always negative or showed no emotion. He never really meet her when he came to ask for a territory.
“Please be seated Councilmen Matthew!” Alena said, smiling brightly, waving her hand at the chair closest to her. He bowed his head, then swiftly walked to his seat. Ronald took a deep gulp, nervousness setting in.
“Hello, I'm Alena, Original and Leader of the High Council of North America. I remember your name, young one” she waved her hand, a vampire running over with a scroll, “Ronald Frasier, turned in the year 1727. Requested a claim in the year 1730, sorry that I wasn't here to over see your arrangement. I was busy tending to some family business. You haven't had any problems until this year. Until a rogue Clan entered your territory and attacked your offspring” said Alena, reading the old texts.
“I'm sorry but I don't know much about this clan, maybe Matthew can bring everyone up to date since he was suppose to be tracking this international problem?!” said Alena, her smile beaming ever brighter.
“International problem?” asked one of the female council members to Alena, who simply nodded.
“The Durden Clan is a Clan that is 500 years old. They originated in eastern Russia, and defected from the High Council of Asia. They've been on the run since their creation. The Clan consists of two members only, Carter and his mate, however they are highly skilled. They were being hunted by that High Council, until they relocated to Africa, out of their jurisdiction. Then they traveled here, leaving it to us to bring them to justice and send them back to be judge by the High Council of Asia. We were planning on ambushing them, but they suddenly changed course, and attacked your clan, the closest one to their last location. We have yet to determine why they attacked you, but we are looking into it” explained Matthew to the Council.
“Yes, I hate this situation. Vampires who do not follow the laws my family set up to protect us are unforgivable. This will not be tolerated. Matthew, I'm giving you a mission. Capture the traitors, and bring them to me to be judge, then we will return them to my sister. Take three of your best Slayers with you. Do not return without them, dead or alive!” ordered Alena, she slamming gavel on the arm of her chair. The meeting was adjourned, and Ronald and Matthew left to save his family.
Carter came to a stop, near the border of Georgia and South Carolina. He was exhausted from the run, and from having to deal with a witch and some vampires. His target, Ronald, was able to slip his grasp. As he took a minute to take his breath, his mate Amala, appeared before him, her long black hair blowing in the breeze. She looked concerned, she had never seen her husband like this, not in over 300 years. He looked as if he had not completed his mission.
“You didn't kill him, did you?” she asked, even thought she knew the answer.
“No. There were to many for even me to deal with.” he replied, finally catching his breath.
“This will not due, if she-” he interrupted her, “This is my Clan!!! Not hers” he screamed at Amala, almost causing her to go into shock.
“It is your Clan, you and me baby.... But we have to give her what she wants. If not...” she dared not say the rest of her statement.
“I know. When we win, she wins. And win she wins, everyone will die. She will be pleased to know that the leader of the Frasier Clan is heading to the Rockies as we speak” he chuckled, a grin appearing on his face.
She sighed, “That is good news. That means the beginning of the end is near. All we have to do is wait” said Amala, laughing at the thought of complete victory.
The sun rose, and Marcus was up early, training with the different weapons his parents had. He had wooden and silver stakes, wielding them like a true assassin. He struck the vital points of the targets his mother created for them to practice on. He practiced on still and moving targets, even throwing them at high speeds. He even attached a strong metal wire in order to reel in his stakes, to strike even up close enemies.
His sisters came down and joined him in his training, they easily caught onto what he was doing, and began to mimic his movements. For both vampires and werewolves, the males grew stronger faster, and they learned arts of combat more easily. However, females talents, were based on their ability to mimic fighting style's, and memorizing them, though they were on a much weaker level. In battle, males were feared to be more powerful. Females were feared to learn their opponents movements, so a drawn out battle will result in death to any who faced a female. So they used their brother to learn how to fight, so they wouldn't fail in basic training.
They also began drinking more blood, to increase their strength. They knew not how many were in the invading Clan, so they had to get as powerful as they could. Their mother had to go to work, and support the family more often now that their dad was away, getting help. However they had no fear, their house was protected, and they were training everyday since it was now winter break. Even Jamie was practicing spells frequently, and was even considering joining a Coven to gain more knowledge and power.
Everyone was on their toes. Even Jamie's mom alerted the closest Coven of the situation, and was waiting for a response to see when or if they would intervene. It would take maybe a week to hear from the High Council. The only means of communicating with them was in person. However, the Original in charge can communicate with the other Council's using an advance psychic projection that links the Originals. The Council's were sealed from the rest of the world, to allow their location to remain a secret and to protect themselves from any intruder. Even Ronald, who was going to speak to them, wouldn't be allowed to see the exact location, they would blind him, with psychic energy in order to block his senses when he approached. Legend has it that the eldest vampires and witches live here to protect the Original, and help them rule their territory. Though Europe is dominated by the werewolves, a High Council resides there, only for the case when a war would start again. Europe was like a sanctuary for the werewolves, a peace offering given to the werewolves by the Originals. However, no communication has ever happened between that High Council and the others. Leaving some to wonder if a 7th council even exists. When this is brought up in meetings, the Originals always say communication is limited only in times of need, saying it was a difficult matter to send communications to them.
“Good job sis. You're doing pretty good!” exclaimed Marcus to his little sister Kiara.
“Thanks, I had a good teacher!” she laughed, they also commenting on how skilled Jane had gotten. They were all growing quickly, his sister's keeping up with him, as he grew too. Jane also began to warm up a little more to her siblings. Being the oldest, she saw them as a deterrent to her plans, however, she loved them and was determined to protect them. She knew she would have to be there, more than ever. There were some weapons and techniques they couldn't utilize, due to them being vampires. However, they made use of the ones they could use, and perfected many techniques over the course of the week. It was a weirdly bright day, when they received word that their father had made it to the High Council.
The mountain was large in the distance. Ronald looked at it with awe. He hasn't been here ever since he turned his family into vampires, and requested a territory. He could smell the vampires around the mountain, and could sense death inside it. There was only one entrance, and they blind folded him once again before taking him to it. As they approached he could smell more vampires, and they were old, the youngest was maybe 400 years old. Originals only allowed the old and loyal to guard their fortresses, and the oldest and most loyal were part of the Council itself. Rumor had it that the Council was created by the Originals, so they were in sense their children, making them more loyal. Everyone on the council was guarded fiercely, most members have yet to be replaced due to death.
They took the blindfold off him, as he took in the familiar sights. Though there were improvements it all looked the same. The leader of the Council preferred her fortress to be designed like those under the rule of Queen Elizabeth the 1st. Their were many intricate tunnels, walkways, and catacombs that could confuse any intruder. The High Council was deep inside the base of the Rocky Mountains, the High Chamber was in the deepest part. As they approached the Council chamber, he could see the most elite witches in North America, scanning him with their magic, to detect any deceit and weapons Ronald may have. The Originals employed witches and vampires to protect themselves, and their Council. A cloaked man approached Ronald and the group of vampires escorting him. On his cloak their was a symbol, a symbol that represented the North American High Council. It was red, with three stars in a triangle formation, with a circle inside. He removed his hood, to reveal his face, another symbol was etched on his forehead, it was the seal of the Slayers.
The Slayers are a group of vampires charged with protecting the Originals themselves, and for carrying out missions given to them directly. All High Councils have a group of Slayers, and the leader of each group of Slayers also has a position on the High Council. They are extremely old and dangerous vampires, only being a few hundred years younger than the Originals themselves, but older than the other Council Members. The seal on his head, and of his cloak, showed that he was the Leader of the Slayers of North America.
“Hello Ronald, my name is Matthew. I'm the Leader of the Slayers. I will continue your escort to the Council Chambers. Now I have heard of your problem, and I will try hard to push your case in your favor. I've been tracking those vampires for almost 200 years. I will give more details in the meeting, but for now, how are you?” asked Matthew, he seemed almost genuine in his thoughts of help Ronald and his family.
“I'm tired. I didn't expect to see this type of threat anytime soon. I thought there was order and law. Yet, this Clan has broken them, and now I feel as if this Council cannot protect my family” explained Ronald, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with despair and his eyes were sagging.
“Dare not speak that to loud here. Alena does not take kindly to words she consider treason. She is very nice, but has low tolerance for insubordination!” he said in a whisper, trying to keep their words hidden.
“I'm sure. But this is true. I've even considered contacting the Asia Embassy, to relocate my family to that continent!” said Ronald, Matthew literally jumping back with shock. He couldn't believe a vampire living in their home region relocating to another, led by a different High Council Continent. Ronald, was a young vampire, but Matthew felt he would learn right from wrong with more time. They finally reached the grand gold and silver doors of the High Council Chamber. It was frigid, this deep under the mountain. The door flung open, the air tight room vacuumed the air on the other side, drawing Ronald and Matthew inside. They quickly stepped in, and the high vacuum ended, the high pitched noise ending as well.
The room was a simple, large circle. Their was a large fire pit in the middle of the room, with other torches surrounding the room. There was in total six chairs in the room, with only one chair being empty. Ronald presumed that this chair was Matthew's. All the vampires sitting were dressed in very old, royal or high ranking garnets from Great Britain. All of the vampires were elderly men and woman, with bright blue eyes, and they all emitted an over bearing aurora of self importance and superiority. They all had a look on their face that everyone was lesser than them, excluding the one that created them: Alena, the Original of North America.
She was by far the youngest looking vampire in the room. She has perfect tan skin, despite being underground for more than one thousand years. She had silky, long brown hair, and she had a face that is warm and inviting, with a beautiful smile. She is slim, and she had on a silk black dress, with a necklace made of diamonds, with matching diamond earrings. Everyone else in the room looked grim, yet she looked weirdly pleasant, as if she had never had a bad day before. Her sunny disposition made Ronald very uneasy, since he heard Originals were always negative or showed no emotion. He never really meet her when he came to ask for a territory.
“Please be seated Councilmen Matthew!” Alena said, smiling brightly, waving her hand at the chair closest to her. He bowed his head, then swiftly walked to his seat. Ronald took a deep gulp, nervousness setting in.
“Hello, I'm Alena, Original and Leader of the High Council of North America. I remember your name, young one” she waved her hand, a vampire running over with a scroll, “Ronald Frasier, turned in the year 1727. Requested a claim in the year 1730, sorry that I wasn't here to over see your arrangement. I was busy tending to some family business. You haven't had any problems until this year. Until a rogue Clan entered your territory and attacked your offspring” said Alena, reading the old texts.
“I'm sorry but I don't know much about this clan, maybe Matthew can bring everyone up to date since he was suppose to be tracking this international problem?!” said Alena, her smile beaming ever brighter.
“International problem?” asked one of the female council members to Alena, who simply nodded.
“The Durden Clan is a Clan that is 500 years old. They originated in eastern Russia, and defected from the High Council of Asia. They've been on the run since their creation. The Clan consists of two members only, Carter and his mate, however they are highly skilled. They were being hunted by that High Council, until they relocated to Africa, out of their jurisdiction. Then they traveled here, leaving it to us to bring them to justice and send them back to be judge by the High Council of Asia. We were planning on ambushing them, but they suddenly changed course, and attacked your clan, the closest one to their last location. We have yet to determine why they attacked you, but we are looking into it” explained Matthew to the Council.
“Yes, I hate this situation. Vampires who do not follow the laws my family set up to protect us are unforgivable. This will not be tolerated. Matthew, I'm giving you a mission. Capture the traitors, and bring them to me to be judge, then we will return them to my sister. Take three of your best Slayers with you. Do not return without them, dead or alive!” ordered Alena, she slamming gavel on the arm of her chair. The meeting was adjourned, and Ronald and Matthew left to save his family.