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Fell Natures-Chapter 1a (there is a prologue out there!)

Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2003 12:59 pm
by Morrighan
Thanx to mukyuu tenshi and angelic angel for beta-reading/editing this. Thanx a bunch, gals!! *glomp*

Warnings: Language, sexual references, violence, and semi-graphic descriptions of disturbing images. (^^; I sound like one of those movie trailers, don?t I?)

Disclaimers: Standard applies.

~ ? ~ Denotation for telepathic speech

Fell Natures: Chapter One
By Morrighan


~*~*~*~ AC 1297; Earth ~*~*~*~

Known by her subjects and the slayers as Bellona, the Queen of the undead easily spotted a victim with dark hair and dark eyes as she settled down at the bar counter with her five counselors. It was hard not to lick her lips in sheer anticipation. She needed blood. Although she was beyond the stages of needing to drink blood to survive, there was nothing she enjoyed more than a good hunt and the exquisite sensation of the life sustaining liquid trickling down her throat. That boy was hers and absolutely no one was going to stop her from getting what she wanted. Anyone stupid enough to get in her way always got a one-way ticket to Hell, and she had no qualms eliminating any errant slayers who managed to get themselves caught between herself and her prey. Rising out of her chair with unearthly grace, she swaggered towards her intended quarry, simultaneously calling upon her magic and shielding it with powerful wards lest any slayers within the vicinity of a thousand miles would be able to detect her.

The hunt was on.

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Matt and Jonathan openly gaped at the notoriously ?Perfect Slayer? in pure astonishment. Was the universe coming to an end? Akira was actually checking out a girl!

?Kobayashi!? Xian hissed, ?have you gone mad?! This is not the time to become starry-eyed over some weak onna!?

Blinking rapidly as if he had been spacing out, Akira remembered where he was and whom he was with. If he weren?t so preoccupied with trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with him, he would?ve given the Oriental man a black eye without a second thought. Thoroughly irked by the turn of events, he glared at his companions, growling, ?Shut up.?

Springing off Xian?s comment, Matt ignored Akira?s threat and began to pepper him with inane questions about the girl?s identity and other related topics (some being unquestionably X-rated) that made Jonathan turn scarlet. Akira, who was getting dangerously annoyed with all the undesired attention directed at him, gave Matt a well-practiced death glare that promised an excruciatingly painful method of silencing if he didn?t shut his enormous mouth within a nanosecond. Matt immediately fell silent.

Had they been more attuned to the circumstances around them and not involved within their heated argument, they would have seen the dark haired woman they presumed to be a vampire seduce a man right out of his chair in front of his friends and lead him towards one of the nightclub?s two exits?

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Leaning against the bar counter, Hel inwardly cursed at her luck from her vantage point of the dance floor. So many good-looking men, so little time to drink all that blood in one night. Well, it wasn?t like she needed all that blood anyway. One person would do just fine, but which one to choose?! They all looked good enough to eat! ?Argh?!?

~ Having a little trouble, Hel? ~ queried the amused voice of one of her companions, who was also comfortably ensconced at the counter.

Hel growled at the mental intrusion. ~ Shut up, Hecate. You shouldn?t be talking. ~

Hecate casually tossed back a loose strand of her dark, thigh-length hair. ~ Oh really? What makes you think that? I?m not the one who can?t make up her mind. ~

~ At least I?m not the one who?s been seen fucking their prey before drinking all their blood! ~

Hecate?s eyes narrowed. ~ I dare you to say that again. ~

Sensing more than just a friendly debate about to ensue, Kali, the eldest of the counselors swiftly intervened. ~ Now is not the time to get into a fight over petty issues. Slayers are lurking in the crowd, waiting for one of us to slip up and reveal our true selves. The Queen will be most displeased if she cannot feed tonight. ~ She didn?t finish the statement, knowing that the others knew perfectly well how brutal their leader could be if anyone dared to interfere with her affairs.

~ But better one of the yearlings to incite the Queen?s wrath than one of us, right? ~

The quintet laughed at Hel?s suggestive comment, knowing fully that their Queen could have cared less about the vampires that were made by ones who knew little of conservation. Most vampires didn?t survive past their second year; the tendency to be stupid enough to forget to conceal their presence and be slain by the slayers was a common affliction. If they did survive, some would beget more yearling vampires, completely forgetting that the conservation of their food source was their main priority. All who went against the unspoken laws or the word of the Queen deserved to die the most painful of deaths, and the Queen had contrived a very suitable punishment to deal with those who displeased her.

Individually confined in a tiny room sealed with powerful spells that could only be removed by the Queen herself, it would only be a matter of hours before the condemned would suffer the symptoms of blood lust, desperation leading them to claw at their own bodies in attempt to find a blood source to satisfy their needs, just to come up with nothing. After a few days they would be a raving, unrecognizable mound of shredded skin and bones filled with an unquenchable thirst for blood and consumed by an equally incurable madness. They usually dwindled for several more days before crumbling into a pile of ashes that was left within the cell to accompany the remains of others who had committed similar offenses. Usually this process was observed by the younger undead as a method to instill fear and obedience, and also served as an effectively clear warning to obey orders or suffer the consequences.

Glancing casually at their surroundings, Hel noticed that Bellona had gone right up to a man sitting at a small table with his friends and sat down on his lap, intentionally giving him a personal view down her tight leather top. When she began to rub suggestively against his groin and lazily trace a finger down his chest with beguiling eyes and a sultry smile, his friends heartily slapped him on the back, encouraging him to take on the unspoken proposition. Hel grinned triumphantly. Their Queen had perfected that technique of luring prey effectively long ago, and she had yet to see someone resist the Queen?s charms. When they casually left (with Bellona?s hand on his groin to keep him ?occupied?), his friends assumed that they were going to ?get to know each other better? but Hel knew her Queen well enough to know that the two would only make it into the secluded alleyway next to the club before Bellona got what she wanted. Unlike some people she knew, the Queen never went any further than necessary and deigned to even think of bedding anyone inferior to her in any way.

Hel rose from her stool and smirked. The Queen had made her choice. It was time for them to do the same.

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Prowling outside where no one from the nightclub could see them, two tall men obscured by the night had strategically positioned themselves by each of the club?s two entrances. Dressed in the full slayer regalia of a full-length black cloak and personalized light armor and armed with their weapons of choice, the slayers Indra and Ares waited.

Leaning against the darkened wall, Indra faced the doorway to which he had chosen, his one visible metallic emerald eye deceptively appearing as if it were focused on something other than the door. But as his fellow slayers knew well, nothing escaped his gaze no matter how contrary it seemed to be on the outside. It was a trait that he seemed to be born with, and it had often been a lifesaver when the things became less than desirable. He had seen the group of six women clad in crimson and ebony enter the nightclub, and he?d be damned if they weren?t vampires. Aside from that, he had seen nothing but several couples leaving the club, their minds clearly on pleasures of the flesh, a fact he discovered purely by accident when a couple determined that no one was within eyeshot (or so he had thought) and began to have a frantic bout of lustful sex in the adjacent alleyway. Stoic or not, it had been highly embarrassing. It was the type of situation he hadn?t been trained to deal with, and it was enough to fray his nerves for a while. The couple had long since left (thank the Gods!) when the six women had entered the club, so whatever pieces of his damaged pride and composure had already been recovered.

While he pondered this, a woman with waist-length ebony hair outfitted in the all too familiar red and black color scheme led a young man into the opposite alleyway, but Indra only saw a red-haired woman leading a willing partner to do what the others did?

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From his chair, Akira glared at the ceiling in pure distaste as the rest of the group decided to disperse from the table. As much as he hated going into crowded places where more pairs of female eyes would ogle at him than any ordinary man would get in a lifetime, it was his duty to set foot in these pointless recreational centers almost every night. He could never understand why anyone would want to come to place that reeked of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and illegal drugs, much less a place that drew the denizens of the night. It didn?t make any logical sense and it never ceased to be a source of confusion for him (not that he would ever admit it to anyone, of course).

They knew that the vampires were here, so where were they? They were supposed to be amazingly easy to detect (with few exceptions), but it was only a matter of time and patience (both of which Akira had in spades). A majority of the undead needed replenishing every night, and it would be at that time when they would make mistakes. Most vampires acted quite irrationally while under the influence of their primal urges and would heedlessly go in for a kill, conveniently forgetting to conceal their auras and cause great pandemonium and chaos. This, of course, would alert Akira and his associates, who would covertly step in, and one of the damned would cease to walk on the Earth.

There was also the harsh fact that their leader was dead; her life abruptly ended in effort to fulfill her duty and Destiny: to destroy the damned and protect the Chosen One. Akira had reluctantly risen to become the new leader, adding on to his growing list of duties as a slayer. Their loss was eased somewhat by the discovery of Alex, who was destined to take the place of their deceased leader, but the gap between this new member and the rest of the group was tangible. For one, Alex had not gone through all the experiences that the others had, and secondly, his unbelievably aloof attitude had often grated on the other?s nerves, but Akira?s silent leadership (and well-aimed glares) had provided the authority to prevent a full out fight between the ranks to ?discipline? the newcomer.

But that disadvantage would be nonexistent in a month or two, Akira steadfastly concluded. The rifts within their group would dissipate with the next few skirmishes that would surely come their way, as they would learn how to depend on each other; any problems would lead to the downfall of the slayers, and Akira was very, very sure that no one wanted that to happen. They would hunt down the Queen and her counselors, and he would have the pleasure of personally driving his sword through that heartless bitch of a Queen?s heart. The Queen had cost them many previous slayers, all of whom had been killed in combat, and the surviving slayers were not willing to neither forgive nor forget. Akira had taken each of their deaths hard (though his face had always said otherwise) and engraved their faces into his heart, vowing to avenge their deaths when the time came.

They would win the war, even if they had to lose their lives in the process.

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Okay, that's all I can seem to get out in this installment... I was hoping to get more written before the next chapter, but nothing seems to have struck me as an appropriate "vein" to elaborate on. Whatever else I come up with will be the second half of this chapter. >_< Damn writer's block.

Anyways, look forward to a heavily action chapter in the next installment!!

Please review!! :D

Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2003 1:21 pm
by AngelOfDeath
Oooo. Cool.

I don't exactly have down all the new names and connections yet, but I'm sure it will clear up in time. :)

And you promise an action filled next bit! Huzzah!

I am really excited to read more so get over your writer's block soon. :bounce:

Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2003 1:36 pm
by Morrighan
*rushes back in* Ack.........!!!!!!!!!! I forgot to mention that there's a prologue to this somewhere in the middle of this forum!! ^^;;; Sorry, guys!!

Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2003 9:49 pm
by Elyn Yuy
:eek: ... :-? Who's who?

Is Akira Heero, or is he undead?

Confusing. Oh well, liked it.

Keep it up.
:salute: Elyn Yuy

Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2003 10:40 pm
by Morrighan
*sweatdrop* Sorry... It will all make sense later, though. This is only the beginning....