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Trying to hold his blood in as he knelt before the Ancient, Vlad looked up with a face full of remorse.
“Sire, in my view I am not entirely at fault.” Lowering his head down as he thought up the idea, Vlad could not make full eye contact with the Ancient.
“After I had finished torturing the spy, I felt a bit tired, and so I told a servant to bring a guard to the lower chamber. But before I could reach my room a few soldiers began to pick a fight with me and threatened to kill me if I didn’t call them my superiors.”
Finally summoning up the courage, Vlad looked up at the Ancient sitting in his throne. Throwing a bloodshot eye at Otilion, Vlad continued, “I am not one to take disrespect lightly, so I gave him a small bruise on his pretty little face. Before I knew it, all three men pounced on top of me and decided to punish me for my insolence.”
Again lowering his head, “We continued our little fight and at the end of it, I was left with this bruise. While trying to get back to my room, I heard a loud noise and then a number of footsteps, which seemed to be rushing towards me. I hid in the closet thinking they were members of the small gang who I had fought earlier, but they turned out to be guards. They found me in the closet and then brought me here.”
Looking back up to the Ancient with eyes full of guilt, he awaited his strict punishment for causing such a foolish ruckus.
(ooc: BTW,
I thought Damien left the room with the guards.)
__________________ -RIP ~Sig courtesy of BakaXero~
(Oh, my bad. I actually meant the guards left - As a commander, Damien can talk to the Ancients)
Otilion straightened in his seat, his face a dark fury,
"Which of our clan would dare such a thing? Name them Vlad, for surely you know them! This offence shall not be suffered, and I will personally cleanse them!"
Standing up, he headed to the opulent entrance, indicating Vlad and Damien should follow him. Glancing at Vlad, he reached up into a darkened alcove above the doors and pulled an ancient of sword from it. Its surface was a mottled bronze, yet obviously it was stronger than steel.
"Take Damien and find the soldiers. Then bring them here. They shall be an example to the clan that I do not take disloyalty lightly."
__________________ "If clowns warred on monkeys, and the monkeys had guns, and were trained to use them, who would win?"
Death only gives another set of choices.
He who dies with the most toys. Still dies.
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Gender: Male Location: North America, Canada, BC, Surrey
Frantically wondering how he would get himself out of this mess, he replied to the Ancient, “Thank you sire…I will bring those hooligans to you at once…”
Sighing in disbelief, he began to wonder what the offense of lying to an Ancient could be. Imagining a gruesome death, Vlad felt a hand grab his shoulder. Almost jumping he turned around to see who it was.
It was Damien. Vlad had completely forgotten that he was to be accompanied by the commander.
Motioning his hand towards the door, Damien began to leave the Ancients’ quarters with Vlad slowly walking behind him.
Hurriedly looking for someone to blame, Vlad ran into the farthest reaches of the mansion, a place where vampires who traveled in gangs resided. They were loyal to their leader but untrustworthy to the rest.
The area was dark and desolate, and not many vampires dared venture this far unless they wanted to die. Even a commander would feel threatened by the number of ferocious animals that he/she could be attacked by.
Walking into a random room, Vlad began his search for his three victims.
Seeing nothing in the cramped room, Vlad began to turn and noticed a bright light shining into his eyes. “What are you two doing here?”, said a voice. Damien began to walk forward to the place where the voice was echoing from.
A sound of a fight began to illuminate the dark corner. Coming back with three men, Damien dropped them to the floor. The strength of a commander was not to be taken lightly, he had taken all three of them out in a matter of seconds.
Vlad’s eyes, finally adjusting to the dark, began to think up a plan to get him out of this predicament.
“Are these the men you were talking about?” Damien said with a little smirk. I guess he had thought they would have been a greater challenge since they had given Vlad a bruise that severe. Silently thinking up a scheme, Vlad noticed a chance to get out of this mess.
After a quick examination of the three vampires, Vlad nodded, “Yes, it’s them alright. I think we should get rid of them ourselves, so as not to get the Ancients’ hands dirty.”
“No!”, said Damien, “We were given strict orders to bring them back to Otilion and he would make an example of them there.”
Thinking of something to say to persuade the strict commander, Vlad lowered his head and said, “But sir, I think it would make a bigger impression on these gangs if we take care of these stooges right here, plus it would also keep the Ancients’ hands clean from these lowly scum’s blood.”
After careful thought, Damien finally agreed and began to unsheathe his sword, while letting out a loud cry which echoed in the dark, gang territory.
Little by little, the vampires poured in, trying to find out what the entire ruckus was about.
“You vampires should show more respect before vampires of our caliber! When a soldier, favored by the Ancient, is attacked, the fools attacking will pay with their lives!!”
After piercing his sword through the now dead vampires, Damien lifted his sword, which looked like a shishcabob(sp?), and then flung it around like a madman. Blood splattering everywhere, the silent and shocked crowd slowly began to disperse.
Calming Damien down, Vlad told him that they should return to the Ancient and discuss the facts of the matter that they had just attended to.
Still carrying the dead corpses on his sword, blood scattering everywhere, a feel of uneasiness ran down Vlad’s spine. Finally entering the Ancients’ corridors, Vlad and Damien began to bow in silence as the giant shadow examined the bodies causing the carpet to turn blood red.
__________________ -RIP ~Sig courtesy of BakaXero~
][How can Raiziel hear us WHEN SPADE AND PATROCOLUS IS IN A DIFFERENT ROOM.][
Spade smiled back. "Im very sorry." she said to him. Biting her lip she leaned back. "Damien wants us to meet again. I must insist that I go alone." she said to him. "You have to trust me, I would never betray my clan. I will relay any information to you, my excellency." she reassured. "Please, just let me go alone, or at least with Vath."
Patrocrolus removed his hand. "Of coarse. I would feel better if you took Vath, but it is up to you. I trust you, Spade. I know where your loyalties lie."
She smiled at him, and kissed his hand. She looked at a servant who came in with her tea. "Send for Vath for me dear." she said kindly to her, and the servant nodded and walked away.
"Where is Raiziel?" she asked.
"Not sure. He does not know I came to speak with you but he will find out. Unlike me, he has his ways. Just let me know before you leave. Okay?" Patrocolus says inclining hsi head to Spade before turning to leave.
~Here it goes again... Criticising how I RP. You know this is the first time this happens? And if I start cricising you... It'll take more then two pages.~
Spade smiled and walked over to the window. Looking out onto the city. She felt relief for telling Patrocolus everything. She sat down in her chair, and waited for Vath to enter.
Raiziel took a deep breathe before going out on the balcony. All stress seemed to go away from him as he smelled the fresh air. He leaned on the balcony rails relaxing
Spade stood, and walked out into the hallway. She walked around a bit to find Raiziel, then spotted him from the hall window. Quickly she made it to him on the balcony.
Calmly she approached him. "Sire..." she started hoping not get any harsh looks from him. "I hope you are not upset with me." she said looking down a bit.
Raiziel smiled before turning around to look at Spade. "No hard feelings. I overreacted. I know you can handle these things by yourselves" said Raiziel. "So well..." Raiziel gritted his teeth. The words he was going to say are going to be very rare words from him. He usually never apoligised. "I'm sorry"
"Sire, I was only doing what I thought was best." she told him, taking a step closer. She could feel heat from the sun that was about to rise in 5 hours no less. "I... I..." she couldnt find the words, that had so perfectly came out when she spoke with Patrocolus. Raiziel intimadated her more. "I didnt mean any disrespect." she said, leaning on the balcony.
"THe sun's rising... Lets go inside" said Raiziel before taking her hand and leading her inside. He laughed softly. "Spade, relax. Pretend your talking to a soldier. I forgave you. You didn't disrespect anyone, you just did what you had to."
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