Private Tales Secrets in the Shadows

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Lana Alaric Vladimir

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They say that death is the final stage of life, that when you die your soul lives the realm of earth and travels to a far better realm... maybe a realm like heaven or even a realm like a hell. Your body sleeps endlessly as the rot and decay settle in, while your soul and mind live through a final dream but that's only true for the mortals who are lucky enough to die on the battlefield or from the time limit mortality gives a mortal, but what happens when that time glasses of mortality is shattered into pieces. What happens when some mortals are reborn as a creature of darkness incarnate? what happens then? No mortal knows for sure but an immortal... well that a different lens to look through. As you look through those lenses you will come upon a blood moon... don't forget this blood moon for it is important, so hold it in the back of your mind for you never know when you might see it again. From the view of the blood moon, the shadows will continue over a graveyard which in the middle of this large graveyard sit a fortress... a fortress in which seems to be holding something, not wanting it to escape. Then there's the door, a door decorated with skulls and a sign that forbids any soul to go through the door.
The shadow which saw the view of the blood moon and the endless resting places of mortal souls, stop at the door and begins to transform into a figure. Not a figure of a woman but a figure of a man. "Over a decade ago, under this very blood moon, a promise was made. A promise that darkness would spread across the countryside, and throughout the city possible unsettling the balance of nature itself. Well Its time that the prophecy is filled, that my blood oath which stains my body and tattooed on my neck is filled and broken. With the rest of my powers... my dying fate, I release one of the grandest immortal to walk this earth... I release my sire and the darkness that she will bring." said the figure with the male tone voice. He raised his boney grey fingers to the door and then his other hand to the moon... then he waited. Deep within the fortress of a dark tomb, thuds, and rattling of chains could be heard. The view would float to a very beautiful designed coffin wrapped in chains of light the rattle would come again and again, and the thuds would get louder and louder until the chains of light began to dampen and break. Finally, the moment had arrived and the top of the coffin busted open, and from the smoke of the debris, came the figurine of a woman. Her eyes glowed with hunger and the veins beneath ran black, her fangs bare with deadly hunger. Here stood a very hunger hunter, or rather what people use to call her "The Night Huntress".
Look around before letting her hues glance over to a mirror which revealed her very bare body, to this she grinned as she was finally free from the bondage of her entrapment. Without another moment to waste, she dissolved into the shadows only to bust through the front door of the dead fortress and reappear in front of her savior. "my sire... I finally free you..." but before he could get another word, the woman gripped his neck and let a low growl push forward. with hesitation, she dined, and once finished she held up the head of her feast in the moonlight. "you have served me well..." she spoke before dropping the head and rushing to find more people who would fill her hunger. The only other thing she could remember that night was a feast on an ambush of soldiers and almost feed on what seemed to be their captain but ended up infecting him with her fangs, so that he could be born anew. What was the point of it? Was there something special about the mortal who she didn't feed on? or was he just another pawn in her cruel game?
She had kept near the mortal she had turned and watched him lose everything that was good in his life but never did she once reveals herself to him until the day of his burial. There she sat looking at the coffin, waiting for her little pawn to wake up. This soldier who thought he had left the life of war behind was in for a treat, for war existed in the immortal world just as much as war existed in the mortal world. But was this solder who the Night Huntress had recruited ready for such games of immortal war?
 
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Captain Wark

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The weeks preceding his death were unique.
That fateful patrol that ended his career as an Elbion city guard.
He and his men were tasked with a special commission to follow up on a lead having to do with an alleged cult that were allegedly out in the woods performing dark rituals.
The mission was to simply break up the meeting, arrest the group in question, and bring them back to be dealt with by the College authorities. Things of a magical nature were generally the jurisdiction of the College so as to avoid witch trials and unjust prosecution for innocent magical practices.

This was practically routine for Captain's precinct. Students often stole books from the college and left the city limits to practice unsupervised, the city guard simply rounded them up and sent them back to face their teachers and the Maesters. Farmers and hunters would tip off the guard whenever they saw robed groups sneaking around the woods and they would handle it. The same had happened on this night, a runner from one of the rural homesteads informed them and that's what brought them into the woods unwittingly approaching the resurrection of an ancient vampire and already being far too late to prevent anything from happening.

Nobody got a good look at the monster, it moved too fast and the darkness shielded it from clear sight. A blink, a flittering of movement out of the corner of his eye, and another one of his guardsmen were either missing or clutching their bleeding throat.
Even taking control of the situation and ordering his men into formation couldn't save them...
They found Captain the next day, unconscious and wounded in the forest amid his slaughtered comrades.

The college was summarily informed of the incident and Captain was given leave of duty for a few weeks to recover... During those few weeks his life crumbled around him. It was as if he wasn't himself, like the grief of losing so many of his friends and subordinates brought the horrors of war back to the forefront of his mind and his semi-peaceful life was over. He drove everyone away for reasons not even he understood, the woman he thought he would marry he practically cut from his life... It was an unconscious knowledge, something his body instinctively knew that he couldn't comprehend... He was dying from the bite of that creature.

His death was a surprise to everyone. During his time of grief he never turned to drink or other vices to drown his sorrow, people admired his immense discipline and his death was cause for many of his former colleagues to suspect foul play. Naturally there was no evidence or clues and nothing could be discovered by returning to the clearing where he and his men were attacked, no evidence to suggest who or what did it.

Captain's funeral, in spite of his attempts at cutting ties, had full attendance. Friends, colleagues, former war comrades, grateful clients and even a few extended family members all came to say their goodbyes.
He was buried with full honors.
He was buried... And after three days in the grave he awoke to darkness... He was dead but he gasped for air anyways, trying to fill his lungs but no air was left, panic took him as he desperately looked for a way out... But there was something else too that he felt... Hunger... Gut tearing, soul wrenching, chest beating hunger!

He was surrounded by wood, he beat, tore and clawed his way through the wood. Dirt was next, he dug through six feet of soil until finally one hand erupted from the ground, then a head and shoulders.
Captain Wark, Captain of the Elbion Guard and Veteran of war, killed in the line of duty... Arose again, a Vampire... Immediately he took in the fresh fog ladden air, filling his lungs with the sweet nectar that he no longer needed... But then upon looking about he saw her... The beautiful woman that waited for him.

He let the air calm him as he brushed dirt from his face and hair. He was dressed in his officers uniform, now dirty and torn from his subterranean escape. He looked at the woman and put out his hands to show he's not armed, "Miss... I mean you no harm... I'm not sure what happened, but as you can see, I'm not dead..."
He didn't recognize her, nor did he comprehend what she was or what had happened to him.
 

Lana Alaric Vladimir

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"Oh I know you're not dead but your heart isn't at the rate of a normal mortal... so you aren't really alive either. Have no fear Solider... you could even harm me if you tried, after all, you are still running on low fuels. You feel it don't you? the hunger for something more than your average human food... blood perhaps." spoke the woman at last as she sized him up. "names... Lana... Lana Alaric Vladimir. you probably heard of me in your history books or haven't. I don't know if your a hunter because hunters were the very people who locked me up but I'm back now and you're going to help me. I promise you, the world of vampires is more than you think and the hunters... they aren't the savior's mortals perceived them to be." Lana said as she knew she was dumping loads of information onto the new turned but would help him understand it with time.
"I've watched the rest of your pathetic mortal life slip away into the darkness and now that you have finally reawoken there is no turning back. You can thank me later for giving you a new purpose but right now we should probably get you somewhere safe for when the sun comes up, only one of us will be a pile of ashes and my ring assures that it won't be me." Lana said as she turned away from the soldier and let him have a few moments to process what she was saying. Seeing a newly turned reminded her of when she first became a vampire. It was scary at first because what person wants to be told they will be living in the darkness forever, not going to heaven or one of the seven hells but yet staying in a hellish darkness trapped on earth.
It was until darkness consumed her heart and feeding became cold blood murder did she enjoy her life. So many vampires want to be good, to be a force of light even though they were reborn in darkness but none of them have had the taste of luring death as lana had. It was what set her apart from most. She did turn a lot of people but was respected by many vampires because she would hunt vampires and humans alike. No matter who or what they were, the beast inside Lana didn't care. If it could be conquered then it would be conquered by her hand, and if it could be killed, she would kill it. Lana would be called a noble hero but one of those heroes of the darkness, always one threat away from being called a villain. She didn't help people because of their benefits or because it was kind. No, Lana helped people because she could do whatever she wanted and there was power in having the abilities she had.
"So are you coming or are you going to wait for the sun to come up?" Lana question as she turned slowly back to the soldier who had finally risen from the dead. She had a good feeling about her choice, he might not be strong yet but once he steps into his untamed powers... he might even be more powerful than her but she still could find a way to conquer even the most powerful.
 
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