Kindred Of Seth
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"We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world"
ii) Revelations
He woke up in a cold sweat of blood, panting for air. He stopped. He didn't need to breathe, his nightmares were messing him up. What had woke him up though?
He heard it again.
He was still drowsy from his sleep and unable to fully focus on the noise. He listened more carefully.
A howl. Not too distant. And distinctly lycanthrope.
In fact. Too distinct. Gangar had noticed that Lycanthrope howls had an ever so slight Human-shreak to them. It was a little un-settling to other humans but to Gangra, it was funny. It sounded like a wolf trying to talk like a man, which he found amusing, for whatever reason. But there was something different about this howl. He listened again.
The howl again. This howl was too human. It sounded like some demented psycho screeching in a demonic way. He could tell it was scared and possibly in pain. He looked up at a hole in the tent, it was dusk. He stepped out of the tent and scanned the lanscape. He could smell blood. He heard a scramble, something was coming towards him. He couldnt tell from where until it was on him.
The creature pinned him down and looked down. It stopped but kept him pinned. The creature was disgusting... it's face especially. It had half a human head but his lower jaw was sticking out showing a lower jaw full of sharp fangs his ears were slightly pointed and almost on top of his head and a great fury claw held Gangra down with awesome strength. He noticed a wound which was still allowing blood to dribble out, it smelt of lycanthrope. The beast let go its grip and allowed Gangra to his feet.
"Khhhangra." the beast said, spitting a whole manner of flem in Gangra's direction.
"Who are you? what happened here?"
"dkhon't khoo rekkhokkhnise me?" The creature seemed to grin mockingly
Gangra stared for a bit "You're the messenger?!" he said confused
The creature nodded "Khyes" he spat "We Wkhere atakkhed"
"By who?"
"Magkhi"
"magi? What were the doing?"
"They're khhelping the khhumans"
"I knew it. And they're here? In England? The Inquisition"
The creature nodded solumnly, well, as solumnly as you can look when you have a bigger chin than jimmy hill.
"You need to come back with me" Gangra said authoratively...
The two trecked back towards Gangra's village. It took a week and half and by the time they got there the lycanthrope had lamost recovered and turned back to his normal form, all that remained was a very furry face and slightly pointed finger-nails to show for it. When they arrived home, after Gangra had mercilessly slaughtered a farm boy to keep his strength up, the werewolf explained what had happened.
He had been out hunting for the pack and was gone a few minutes when he sensed danger back at the camp. He hurried back to find three magi Casting some kind of entrapment spell on the camp to stop his Pack from turning into wolves while a few humans came in armed with silver daggers and arrows and tied up and captured all his pack. He was outside the spell so he tried to turn into his Lycanthrope state but mid-change he was hit by a silver arrow in the head and left for dead as the magi left with their capture. Fortunately he had gained some of his lycanthrope abilities when he started turning and managed to heal over the course of a month and slowly managed to get his strength back. Gangra had arrived just as he had healed almost completely. He had no clue, unfortunately, where the Magi were talking the pack but it definitely wouldnt be good.
Gangra, Toriah, two more of Gangra's Kindred, Ventria and Malkove, and the messenger werewolf all sat in Gangra's Chambers. They eyed each other with a mix of fear and wonder about the wolf's story. Ventria was a young male, he had been sired for no more than 50 years and still held many human feelings and fears, he still dressed with emotion, unlike most vampires who dressed all in one colour, he always wore a suit and kept his hair neat. He sat up, trying to break the silence that was overcoming them all.
"What do we do?"
Gangra replied "I don't know, it seems the Mortals have done it...they've proved they can be more powerful than those 'of blood'"
"We can't just sit here and wait to be slaughtered!" Insisted Malkove, the wreckless and young looking 123 year old, dressed all in black with a long cloak and long spiky blonde hair.
"No we can't... we need help though.. if we're going to survive" Gangra said, calmly as ever
"Help? From Europe?" Ventria pondered "Aren't they all dying there too?"
"Last i heard they were getting killed left right and centre over there, but there are still a few" Gangra replied
"yes.. the weak, those too pathetic to even be seen as vampire's!" Toriah broke out her trance
"Not necessarily.." the wolf interupted her rant "We discovered that in the East of europe two princes still stood strong.... i imagine they still are... the Mortals seemed to be too afraid to go near them."
"that's good then... where?"
"Romania and Poland...." the wolf replied, perking up as he felt he was helping
"isn't Poland's prince...." Toriah began to ask.
"Seth." Gangra replied blankly
"Is that bad?" The wolf replied, sensing something was wrong by everyone sudden look of absolute terror
"could be..... who's Romania's Prince?" Gangra asked Malkove who was sitting nearest the bookcase..
Malkove quickly flicked through the pages and stopped he speed-read through a section clsoed the book and put it back on the bookcase
"Some nutcase" he replied
"Nutcase? One of Seth's i presume?" said Gangra dissapointed
"Yes... her name's Nona. She lives on a castle near Transivania and spends her evenings terrifying people, killing children and generally acting uncautiosuly to scare anyone away who threatens her" said Malkove, with a grin like a child watching horror movies when its after bed-time.
"Well she sounds very welcoming....." said Toriah with a not-so-subtle hint of Sarcasm in her tone.
"It looks like Seth is our only hope?" said Ventria, half in question
"Yes it does, doesn't it" Gangar let out a sigh "I suggest we set off tomorrow, we'll gather our things and find a guide and be on our way to Poland"
"Suggest we boat across to Belgium. Last i heard the Vampire presence there was minimal, so there's a good chance the Inquisition isn't too fussed about keeping tab's there. And it'll be easier to pass through Germany unnoticed on foot than trying to land a-shore un-noticed. From there we should be able to make it to Radom, in Poland, in sixteen to twenty days" said Ventria, in his usual logical and unfaltered way.
"I spent a time in the forests that run through Germany, can i suggest i be your guide?" the wolf asked, slighly nervous in asking to tag along with Vampires.
"I guess it does look like the Inquisition is after your kind now... i suppose it would be best if you came with us" Gangra sighed
"Indeed..." said Malkove, bleakly
"When do we set off?" asked Toriah, breaking her concentration away from the fly crawling around the ceiling.
"I suggest we set off for Withernsea tomorrow night, we should be able to pick up a small ship... for now lets pack up some tents and supplies and rest up....." Gangra said, blankly and clearly deep in another thought....
"Caine said unto Seth 'Be happy, my Kindred, for we are the greatest of all creations. For we are beyond even God himself. Forget that which made you mortal. Your family. Your Loves. Your fears. They will only hold you back to God.' "
