Vampires and Slaves (Enter This Realm To Die)

Arlan

"So be it, guards escort Mr. Arlan to Fidelis," She orders her guards.

Two come, but make no contact with me, which sends another sigh of relief through me.

"This way sir."

I swallow and follow them to the same door to the room Fidelis was in before. They open the door and I walk in, holding my breath.

Fidelis

I heard the door open and Arlan walked in. I held him in my embrace, frightfully shaking. "Arlan, I'm scared. My ultimate test has come to haunt me. Although I'm the eldest vampire in the world, I don't want to get killed on account of failure." I was close to crying. "Save me, Arlan. Please, save me. I don't want to die by the hands of someone who's of my own bloodline."

Arlan

Fidelis holds me tight, shaking more than I am.

"Arlan, I'm scared. My ultimate test has come to haunt me. Although I'm the eldest vampire in the world, I don't want to get killed on account of failure," He tells me, close to crying, "Save me, Arlan. Please, save me. I don't want to die by the hands of someone who's of my own bloodline."

"H-how do I save you?" I ask, ignoring the obvious question, "How do I save you?"

Fidelis

I couldn't think of how Arlan could save me. I was hoping he had a plan for that matter. I couldn't stop shaking. "Please, Arlan. I don't want to die like this. You'll have to think of something. I want to stay alive, but I have a hellbent vengeful daughter who's going to commit patricide to avenge her mother. If she kills me, only the gods know where you might be without me."

Arlan

D-daughter?

I swallow back all emotion and look at him, nodding.

"I-I'll try," I flash a reassuring smile, "I'll try."

I take his hands to stop them from shaking, but can't stop my own tremors much less his. I set my forehead against his, wanting him to calm down, and close my eyes.

"Feed from me," I whisper, "T-take all you can. I...I don't want...You'll need all the strength you can get. Please."

Fidelis

Still shaking in spite of Arlan's help, I latched to his neck and took a measured five mouthfuls of his blood- two for feeding, three for strength. When I unlatched, he looked a little weak. "Please, Arlan. Save me before she ends me. I don't feel like it's my time to die." I kissed his forehead, cheeks, and lips. "If this is the last time we're together, then it's good-bye. Always remember what I taught you. Make my death be a symbol of our devoted lifetime together. Never forget me." I embraced him one last time. "I'll see you in the afterlife, my friend, my lover, my son." I released him and went to the guards, who escorted me from the room and to Kira's battlefield.

Arlan

He feeds from me, taking a few mouthfuls before unlatching. I feel sluggish and tired, half in bliss and half in exhaustion.

"Please, Arlan. Save me before she ends me. I don't feel like it's my time to die."

He kisses my forehead, cheeks, and lips before going on.

"If this is the last time we're together, then it's good-bye. Always remember what I taught you. Make my death be a symbol of our devoted lifetime together. Never forget me." He hugs me one last time, "I'll see you in the afterlife, my friend, my lover, my son."

Before I can respond, he releases me and walks to the guards, who lead him out. Chock full of emotion, I have to sit down and process everything. I pick my brain for some kind of solution, hating seeing him so scared as to make things final, but nothing comes up.

Regaining some strength, I slowly follow, using the walls to keep me standing. I don't want to see him die, but I can't help him if I'm not there.

Kira Des

I sit on Queen Baltazar's throne one foot on the throne itself one hanging loose off of it, I had my hands on my knee and my face leaning against it, Queen Baltazar lies dead drained of her blood in the middle of the throne room, the fool finally arrives awake and ready for battle as the guards show him to to the weapons that are avaible for him to use.

"Five minutes to prepare yourself for battle Fidelis." I said not even bother to show respect.

Fidelis

A part of me wanted to scold her, but I was too broken inside to attempt it. I didn't want to die. I didn't want Kira to take my life from Arlan's hands. However, as the son of a pharaoh, I had to stick up for myself and muster up my courage. I found my weapon of choice. A mere skewer, the one weapon that took countless vampires down for their guilt while being in my hand. For an extra measure, I took a shield. I didn't bother with armor. That would only hinder my movements and give me away if I attempt anything stealthy. I sighed and closed my eyes. "Please, gods. Don't make me hurt my own blood. I'm just not that cruel of a father to do that. Even though I hardly know her, I love her as much as I love her mother and Arlan. Please make her have mercy on me and forgive me for my mistake." I opened my eyes, ready to fight and almost willing to die.

Spoiler

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Kira Des

I rose from my new throne and took up BloodFang, a black steel sword that I had taken countless vampires with. It was the only thing I was bringing into this fight against my father, I was ready for battle as I slowly walked down the steps and onto my field of battle. No words were spoken, no word to begin was given. I charged in with lightning fast speed striking at the shield repeatedly. dodging the household skewer I jumpped using his shield as a platform and made it behind him I stab barely missing contact with his body.

Fidelis

I kept my ears honed to the sound of her heart. I managed to evade her attacks, but refused to hurt her. "For the gods' sakes, Kira, give me a chance to explain myself. I know you have a vendetta against me, but you really shouldn't kill your own blood. We both know we're father and daugther, so have mercy on your father."

Kira Des

"Give me a reason of why I should? You left mom cause she killed some pour sap that couldn't hold a candle for what she could give you! And you left her the day she was going to tell you she was pregenat with me! And not only that you still left her for the pour sap who got a new body didn't he? Isn't he still alive even now? She left you cause you hurt her! Because you ran off to be gay with some idoit!" I yelled at him angerily.

I drew closer and slashed at the shield once more, I repeated my tactic jumping over him stabing and this time tripping him. I look down at him and stab downwards but he rolls out of the way and I pull my sword free.

Fidelis

I could tell she was very furious at me. Her pale skin and red eyes said it all. "I came back here hoping she was still alive so I could make amends with her! I didn't know she died! I wanted to atone so she and I could start over!" When she tried to jab me, I got out of range and almost misstepped. "Arlan was the son I never had! If I knew I was going to be a father, I would've stayed and loved you as much as I did Arlan! Also for your information, I'm not gay but bisexual!"

Kira Des

"It doesn't matter now, no one can save you from my wrath. It's either kill me or be killed!" I yelled.

He slams me with the shield as I take steps back and go to one knee, my sword still in the downwards posisition. I took a deep breath, my fury wasn't going to win this for me this time. My bronze skin and blue eyes return, I wasn't going to be angery anymore. I had to keep cool and calm to defeat my father, I feel stronger now that I'm calm, must be my father's blood kicking in and working against him. I charge in again as he put's up his sheild this time instead of slashing I slammed it with the butt of my sword as it causes a huge dent in it.

Fidelis

I tried to endure the hard impact, but it was more powerful than what I expected. The force of the impact threw me off my feet and onto my back, sending the skewer out of my reach. I couldn't attack without the skewer, so the only weapon I was ever armed with was my fangs. However, I didn't want to use them against her. I just laid there with the shield protecting my chest and throat. If Kira wouldn't have mercy on me, then so be it. She was more like her mother than me. If she had mortal emotions like I still do, I hoped to the gods that she would feel guilty of killing her father.