Anger boiled inside me as I watched Mikael prancing gleefully away down the corridor and the Zaranastra becoming whole again, fully refreshed and ready to continue the fight anew, as if nothing had happened. But what hurt and angered me the most, was that I had let Danie down. I had got her involved in this and travelled all this way in a hope of saving her from whatever terrible fate Mikael had planned for her and I had failed. I had thought of many dispicable deeds Mikael may have performed on her, but never would I have thought he would make her his own. I suspected he would turn her, but to take her as well? That I hated the most, and I believe it is what gave me the strength to keep fighting when all else seemed lost.
But this time I had a more definite plan. This time around I wasn't just fighting the Zaranastra in a hope of sending them back to their indefinite graves; now I had a destination,a purpose in the madness of combat: I had to get to the door, to Mikael.
"Come on!" I yelled to Genima, "We're leaving." I pointed towards the door with a wry smile, that line would have sounded pathetically chessey had we not been in the middle of a life-or-death situation.
Together, and with re-newed vigour, we began hacking and slashing our way through the vampires as we made our very slow way towards the exit. We began almost as focused on attacking as we were on escaping, but soon - after we realised no matter how much we hacked, more came - we were wading through half-dead monstrosities like we were just struggling to catch a bus on a busy street, occasionally batting vampires away whenever they got close enough to do some damage - or turn me.
By some miracle we finally heaved our battle-wearied bodies out the other side of the mass of vampiric flesh and, after the longest pause allowable in our current condition, we staggered off down the hewn corridor after Mikael and his not-so-blushing bride.
Finally victory was mine, i thought smiling darkly as i heard the few Zaranastra i has managed to awaken fighting the hunter and his little vampire friend. As i walked down the corridor i could smell the fresh undeath of Danie not to far ahead and the smell of my 78 year old son permenantly a bouncy 10 year old on the outside. I felt pretty bad for locking him away in this mountain all these years only returning to hook him up to another IV of blood but it had had to be done. I could not show weakness to the hunter and i could not waste time looking after the little one as much like me as he was. I thought back to the time when i created him. It was a different time. My father lived and ruled and i had grown weary of the castle and my siblings. I had crossed half the known indulging myself where i felt like it. Then i had found the boy. Having just slaughtered his parents i was about to the same to him when The Old One spoke in my head. Do not slay the child.he commandedMake him one of us for he will one day be your greatest ally in a war you are fated to begin. With that his voice was gone and i looked down at the boy before i turned him. I felt no pity as i watched him writhe in pain as he changed. It was not in my nature to feel sympathy. A few days later i had brought him here and put him to sleep next to the Zaranastra chamber. Then i returned home. I told no one except my sister of his existence and she occasionally changed his feed when i was away.
Thats enough nostalgia for now, i thought as i reached the chamber containing my son and a freshly undead Danie who just smiled. Then i heard the Hunter in the corridor and roared in fury. How had he got past the Zaranastra? I picked up my sword pushed my Son and Danie into one of the side chambers and sealed the door. "I will return for you" i told them before charging down the corridor the ruby crackling with my magical fury. I rounded the corner and saw the 2 of them running towards me chased by the slowly reforming group of Zaranastra gaurd. "Time to die" i smirked and braced myself for the impact of his fury.
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.
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