Chapter 1: The Ancient

My Vampire Mythology:

Well over a few thousand years ago demons ruled the world. For years they ruled through blood lust and death, the world was in ruins. A completely unknown power changed that. Banishing the demons to the center of the earth, where they could do no harm. One demon managed to slip past the sight of the powers, and remained on earth. Humans started evolving and faster and faster the world started to become what it is today. The demon spent centuries in solitude, and eventually started to search for a mate. He found her in the form of a young Hebrew slave. But her form was beautiful but weak, one night the demon found her alone and drained her blood dry, and refilled her with his own. Giving her eternal life and the strength of a demon. Thus creating the first vampire.

Childer and minions:

A Childe and a minion are two very different things. The ritual to make a minion is simple; the vampire master will drain the minion dry and give them a small portion of their blood. The minion created will have incredible blood lust that can never be diminished, and when their master gives and order they have to comply. This eliminates any double crossing from the underlings. Creating a Childe is not much different; the Childer’s body is drained of all its blood, and replaced with all of the blood of the demon. During the process both demon and Childe are weakened, and the connection between them strengthened.

Childe Sire bonds:

Childer are born without the knowledge of a minion. They need their sire to teach them the ways of the vampire. The sire takes the place as a sort of parental force in their Childer’s life. The bond will continue to grow over time, and sometimes becomes love. Whenever upset or angered the bond between the two can be very calming. Drinking the blood of their sire is a drug. When a Sire bond is severed by death the Childe will never be the same.

Mating:

The mating ritual is very intense; it creates a bond that cannot be broken except by death. When a vampire chooses to mate has chosen for life. The bond between mates is stronger than any other bond between vampires. They can feel each others pain, love, anger, and any other emotion a vampire can feel. They are eternally connected through thought. If another vampire chooses to challenge the claim it is a fight to the death.

Claiming:

Putting a claim on a human can be tricky, there has to be the humans consent. The claim will allow the human to live until the vampire that claimed them dies. When that happens they will age like a normal human. This claim can be challenged at anytime, in which two vampires fight, sometimes until death.

Hierarchy:

Tre Don: When changed they take on vivid emerald eyes; they are the most powerful clan alive with the lowest numbers. They choose their Childer carefully, for inner strength and beauty. Their leader has lasted longer than any other vampire alive.

Listrepe: When changed their eyes change to violet, they are second most powerful clan. They tend to have little physical strength but they make up for that in knowledge. They are allied with Tre Don, and will forever remain so.

Ve Vin: They are born with yellow or orange eyes, and amazing arrogance. Most of their Childer are chosen for physical beauty. Their arrogance lead them to a war over 300 years ago with Gajero. The leaders of both clans were taken out in the bloodiest battle seen by vampires and humans alike.

Gajero: Humble but passionate, the Gajero were born with navy eyes. Their passion is their biggest strength and their biggest weakness. It is passion that lead them to continue the war against Ve Vin, in order to claim what is rightfully theirs. The knowledge of what was lost remains with them and Ve Vin, no other clan knows.

The way of the vampire is about to change forever.

Chapter 1: The Ancient

Drake followed the minion up the corridor trying to write and rewrite the speech he was about to present in his head. He knew the leader of Tre Don was an elder, and he had never had the experience of meeting one before this. This elder was the last left on earth.

He was lead to a large ballroom where apparently every Tre Don had gathered for the meeting. Drake immediately hit his knees and showed his neck, making it known what he was saying; they were his superior.

A great voice spoke from the back of the room, booming with intensity and age. “Rise my child, you are welcome here, and no one will harm you.”

Drake rose from the floor and glanced around himself for the first time. Vivid emerald eyes met his gaze, some looking bored, some looking intrigued.

“I come to beg of help, our numbers are dwindling because of the war with Ve Vin, we can no longer continue with this war or both of our kinds will be whipped off the earth.” Drake spoke with the conviction of a leader, though his mind was whirling.

“You have been appointed leader after Rickter’s death?” asked the voice, whose owner had yet to be seen.

“Yes Lord, I am the oldest in my clan, they saw it fit to make me leader.”

Another voice spoke, a woman’s voice. “Come forward, let us see you.”

Drake slowly made his way across the room, calculating every detail in his head over and over again.

“I know you do not know the circumstances in which the war was started, if it would please you, I will fill you in.” Inside his head Drake prayed they would listen to him.

“You are mistaken, the Ve Vin have told us all of everything.” Spoke the Elder’s voice.

Drake felt rage boil inside him, there was no way they would believe him now. “Correction Lord, you have heard their tale, I beg you to hear ours.”

There was a great pause before the voice spoke again. “It would please me to hear your tale.”

Drake gathered his strength inside him, knowing this was his only chance to get what was rightfully theirs. “Some 300 years ago something very valuable was taken from my clan, something very loved by some of our kind. Her name is Lexica; she is my only Childe’s mate. Family is the most important thing to my clan; Ajax can still feel her pain. He will not stop until she has been returned to him.”

Drake felt the anger of the Tre Don clan enter him; their family values mirrored his apparently. “I am here to beg of service, please help us return her to our family. Ajax cannot survive much longer without her.”

The elder stepped forward, his long black hair coming down his back. Sharp cheek bones and intense emerald eyes met Drake’s. “How can you prove to me this tale is true?”

Drake swallowed hard trying to come to terms with what he was about to do. But for his Childe, he would die. “I—I will allow you to enter my mind, and my memories. You can see every part of me, and what my clan has been through. If this will not convince you I do not know what will.” Drake knew this had never been done before; he would be the first to completely open himself to another vampire.

“You will allow me to enter your mind completely Childe? No boundaries, no restrictions?”

Drake brought the small knife from his pocket and gripped the blade in his hand, quickly jerking it across his own flesh. “This I swear in blood, I will allow you to enter my mind, no boundaries, no walls.”

There was a collective gasp around the ball room, no one had heard of anything like this. It was then that Drake saw her, the smallest little thing she was. Her emerald eyes seemed to pierce his, her blonde hair flowing around her. Dressed in a deep green dress she stuck out against the black and red that surrounded her. She was different from the others; there was no shock on her face, simply understanding.

Drake stood still waiting for the shock to subside, waiting for the Ancient to accept or decline his offer.

“You love your family Childe; there is more love in you than I have ever seen. It is beautiful. Come with me, I think this is something that should happen in a more private area. Of course I will keep some of my closest with me, if you do not mind?”

“No lord, I do not mind,” replied Drake.

Drake followed the Ancient down a different corridor, passing many different doors he assumed were living quarters. Several Tre Don fallowed behind him, probably the Ancients closest. He was not worried about them; he wouldn’t try to harm anyone, so he had nothing to fear. They seemed to walk for hours before they reached a small study. It was decorated in delicate silk and plush leather couches. Drake decided he must create a room like this for himself back at the Gajero mansion.

“Please take a seat.” The Ancient said. His clothes were old, Drake could tell. Probably dating back a few hundred years, the once beautiful violet of his shirt had faded into a fuzzy purple. His skin was paler than any vampire Drake had ever seen, stretched so tight it looked painted on. His nose was pointed, all his features angular. Drake was mesmerized by his aura, so dark yet so caring. Unlike anything he had ever seen before.

Drake took a seat on the couch and tried not to be tense. He felt the others surround and was going to simply ignore that they were there until he saw the girl again. She smirked at him showing a little of her fang. He stared at her for a moment before remembering he was about to make himself incredibly vulnerable. In truth he already had, and he knew it. Vampires prided themselves on their strength; Drake knew his mind was part of that. He also knew that he had too in order to get Lexica back. There was no choice.

The young vampiress stared at him intently, and for a while no one spoke. Waiting for the Ancient to make his move, nothing happened for a while. Drake hid his impatience and tried to stay calm. Finally the Ancient spoke.

“This is going to be difficult for you, because you will want to put up walls. ‘Tis a natural reaction to this sort of ordeal. I ask you not to, it will be easy for me to break the walls down. However it could be painful for you.” He stated in his well versed voice. “Please try to relax; it will all be over soon.”

Before Drake could even process the information he felt something probing his mind. Immediately he opened himself to the invasion.

Flashes of his human life filtered into his mind. He could not stop them from coming out, things he hardly remembered filtered through him. His mother’s painful death at the hands of his father.

His turning, and the revenge he took on the man that helped give him life. More and more images spun in his mind, his Childe, Lexica. The pain he felt his Childe go through when she was taken. It all came back; the nights spent trying to calm Ajax.

The start of the war, and the bloody battles that fallowed. He could see himself in combat with his brethren, attacking the people that had caused them such pain. The death of their leader at the hands of their enemy. Being appointed leader himself. It was all fresh, new, though some of it happened long ago.

Drake did not fight the invasion on his deepest thoughts, though it was hard not to he remembered the pain his Childe was in. He let the Ancient continue his assault on his memory. Everything Drake had ever experienced flowed from his mind into that of another.

The Ancient was right, it was over quickly, and he had stayed strong. When the Ancient had released his mind Drake found himself laying on the couch sweating. He tried to find his voice, but it was drowned in memories.

The Ancient spoke, “the boy tells the truth. We will gather tonight and return this girl to her family, and to her mate.” He paused, his face soft in thought. “Your clan has been through a terrible ordeal, we will assist you.” Quicker than Drake could understand the Ancient drew his knife and drew a line across his skin. “This I swear in blood, we will not stop until Lexica is with her rightful family.”

Drake sat up swiftly, gathering all of his strength he stood. “You will not regret this, when my clan can assist you someday we will. We are in your debt.”

“Never in our debt Childe, your clan owes us nothing.”

There was much movement then, the Ancients closest scattering to gather fighters to go to battle. Drake knew that by the time the sun set the next day Lexica would be reunited with Ajax.

Drake left the Tre Don mansion with new hope in his heart. He sent reassurance to Ajax through the bond they shared, hoping it might do some good. Lexica had been trying to reach out to him, but the distance was making it near impossible. Something was going to happen to her soon, and had it not been for the Tre Don and the Ancient, Drake may have not been able to stop it.