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Devoted For Eternity Ch. 1 & Ch. 2
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 Created on 6-23-08
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*NOTE TO READER: Devoted for Eternity is an older story of mine but I want more people to know about it. It is about a mythical nightmarish world. Please enjoy the first two chapters and yes they are already posted, but here they are combined for some of my newer fans. This does contain harsh language, so be mature even if the characters aren't. :-)*Ch.1I ran through the abandoned mine town. Blood was in the air. A vision flashed into my mind. One of my team members, Franz Von Lair, was in a cell held down by strange creatures. Even I had never seen this strange breed of monsters. He was being given a blood transfusion. A human-like figure held a vile of black liquid. I gasped, knowing immediately what it was: Crassians blood. I made it my job to get revenge on the Crassians. One had done something terrible to my family. Little did I know he was close.I spoke on her headset to my partners, "He’s in the jail, get ready to go in. Raven and Zeke, go around front and make some noise. Jorge get to me as fast as possible.I knew this town like the back of her hand. Military training was done here. As a captain in the United States Paranormal Defense branch of the military, I had been here many times. The actual academy for the soldiers, in Area 51, was not far from this town.I ran through an alley behind the sheriff building and the windows of the cells were in view. I was planning on busting the back door down as soon as Jorge got their, but in an instance a mystifying rainbow of colored clouds and an angelic chime was heard.Out of the clouds stood a man, tall, tan, very handsome, with long blonde hair. He wore a white shirt that tied in the front on the neck. His chest was half exposed. He wore black leather pants that you could see everything in. I did not care how beautiful he appeared. I drew my gun and prepared to shoot him, when normally any other woman would stand there in a trance. I had been trained to face Crassian, but this one was no ordinary one. He was the High Lord. He had the power of 10,000 men and no one could ever defeat him. He walked towards me. "Stop! I’m not afraid to shoot you.""Granette Sealth, you will never do it...I know you too well" there was a faint British accent which meant he had been English before his bleeding."I’ve changed a lot since you last saw me. You don’t know me any more!" I pulled the trigger releasing shot after shot of blazing golden fireballs. The noise would have been deafening to those who were human. He simply grabbed one with his hand as it came towards him."Don’t you know you shouldn’t play with fire?" he smiled. He threw it towards the jail and the building caught fire. He kept walking."Granette, did you shoot the building what’s going on?" Raven said over the speaker. I couldn’t answer her.He was almost in striking distance of her. I drew a stick and said an incantation of an old language. The stick became a knife and it glowed white. As soon as he was close enough I stabbed at him at an angle no one could ever block. He turned his wrist out of proportion in a contorted way and grabbed my wrist. His grip was so tight I dropped it and yelped."Now look what you made me do, darling. I hurt you." He pulled me close and squeezed her in his arms. Jorge ran behind them. He pointed his gun at him. "Let her go you evil son of a bitch!" he commanded."Don’t hurt him, Davon, please!" I cried out. I heard Von Lair scream in the cell."Oh, I won’t but he looks tired." the Crassian said jeeringly."What are you talking...""Sleep!" Davon ordered. Jorge fell to the ground. From inside the burning building Von Lair let out a sickening cry. I knew his fate as a Crassian was sealed. I struggled and the High Lord laughed."Your human friend is one of us. You have no choice but to come with us back to Floren, my queen. You delayed our wedding a couple of centuries, but every things ready."The rainbow of color flashed again. I kicked and screamed as he dragged me towards the light."This is evidently not going to work." He closed my eyelids with his fingers. Then he whispered, "Swasa orleandon cooldrestion nolaze, my beautiful queen..." And I fell asleep in his arms.***I awoke confused in a room that was blood red. That dream, was it real? It was a beautiful room; I had seen it before but where? I thought of a time years ago. I went outside to the balcony and a blood red moon shined down. A beautiful city was in front of me. But it was not of Earth. It had a majestic feel to it. It was always night in the city of Vamptropi but it could not be or I’d be in Floren again."Vamptropi..." I said. The nights memories hit me. "DAVON!" I tried to jump off the edge but realized I had a stone binding spell on her. The floor was made of rock and I couldn’t be moved from it. Sure, I could walk on it, but I couldn’t leave it. I was stuck in the castle.A black door opened and a woman with skin as white as snow appeared. "Forgive me my lady, the High Lord is busy at the moment." she spoke in a voice that sounded like a harp. I remembered I had called out his name. But even more mind boggling was the memory of this woman. I couldn’t recall her name. Then it came back to me. All their memories from this city, growing up together, and being almost being sister-in-laws."Ivy, my best friend Ivy," I ran to hug her. "I thought you had forgotten me, Granette!" tears of joy streamed down her face. "What happened to you when I left? Davon threatened to gorge your eyes out if you helped me escape!"She pulled her sleeve up and on her arm was a deeply cut pentagram. It had never healed and as they spoke it dripped with blood."I am a dammed a Crassian, a vampire. My brother has taken my rank as High Sorcerer and given it to our brother Klaiss. I am now a lowly servant, your servant, my lady. I am to help you prepare for the wedding that I helped delay.""There will be no wedding Ivy." I said coldly."Do not deny the inevitable, Granette. If you escape, he will find you, no matter where you go or what you do. You used to love him, why can’t you just forgive him. If you leave us again there is no telling what the city will be like in his years of rage.""He killed my family!” I screamed."Your brother was a rebel leader! He wanted a democracy! Davon is the most feared leader in all Floren! He deserved to die Granette!""What about my father and my mother? Did they deserve to die?” I demanded."Your parents made it public at the Church of Holy Blood that they were taking you to the paradise plains. Davon would not and never will let you go""And I will never love him again and I will never forgive him." I sat on a ruby studded chair. "What else has become of our home?" I said almost afraid to ask."Well for one, we are not aloud frequent visits to Earth any more. The church is gone; there is no more religion in Vamptropi. Davon makes weekly raids on the villages outside the city in the Light Plains. Davon has also started a war with the phantom people of Olisris.""Olisris? They were our allies!" I exclaimed."He thought they had a role in your disappearance. But don’t worry, he will never defeat them." The angelic sound was heard again. It was the sound of the High Lords footsteps.The door opened without a knock. "Leave us, you wretched vampire!" he commanded. Ivy shuddered in fear, collected herself and ran out the door."How can you treat your own sister like that? You made her what she is!" I spat at him."No, my love, you did. If you had not left me, she would still be a Crassian by blood. You should have been at her bleeding. If screams could light up a city ours would have blown a fuse!” he smiled at me mockingly. I was disgusted with him. My childhood home was ruined. My friend had been maimed. A thought popped in my head from no where. If I became queen it would all change. If I pretended to love Davon I would have anything my heart desired. The wars would end. The city would be restored. But still I could never truly forgive him. It was too hard and Granette Sealth never forgets a grudge.I would have to have sex with him and act like he was the best. I couldn’t really judge that yet. I had never made love to him, not even before when I was in love with him. He probably still thought I was a virgin. He might not want me if he found out. Either way I’m good, because if I get sick of him I could just kill him in his sleep. For the good of my people, I would do it.He was still going on about blooding Ivy. I got up from the chair and walked to him. When I got close enough for him to smell me he stopped talking all together. I was using my feminine charms to escape. "Granette, what are you doing? If you try to kill me I will have to hurt you." he whispered breathlessly. "No, Davon, I want you but not to kill you." I lied. It wasn’t much of a lie, because Davon’s scent caught me off guard. It was like a fresh rain in a pine forest, a male musky scent. Memories flooded over me from centuries before. He sighed happily, "I knew you would come back." Then he kissed me and the fire for him reignited. All the pain I had felt washed away."Davon, I must tell you, I am no longer innocent." my accent I had hid for years was back. I had been born in Spain, and sent to Floren, the land of the dead, at age 22. "Por favor, mi amor, do not be mad at me." I almost cried."Who did this to you? Who?" he demanded. He was angry. "He has been dead for years." I answered."Then he is here! I will find him and send him to 2nd hell with Michelangelo!" Davon yelled. Yes, this land was considered the first hell by Christian’s, but we could just as easy cross to the paradise plains. It was your choice. Once in the paradise plains, you can never return. Michelangelo, on the other hand, was someone you never wanted to meet. If there was a devil, it was Michelangelo. Davon told me Lucifer had changed his name. But that was before the painter with the same name.2nd Hell was what the bible talked about, fire for eternity. 3rd Hell was beyond your worst nightmare of 2nd Hell multiplied by ten. That was where the darkness lived. In the beginning there was God and the darkness. Where do you think it went?Davon was furious. But I stopped him in his tracks. "He was reincarnated 50 years ago. He’s an old man and doesn’t remember! You can’t do anything now Davon, he has been cleansed." I explained. "How did he die the first time? Was he tortured?" Davon asked hoping I had been avenged. My Crassian smile and thirst for death appeared on my face."I killed him Davon. I sliced him up and buried him in a mountain range in America. It was during the Spanish revolution. He thought I was a “pretty little Spanish girl” and he raped me. He made me his slave for ten years. I got revenge, but now he is innocent as far as I know.""You are a true Crassian, Granette." Davon smiled. Another memory of the night flashed through my eyes: Von Lair. My partner, who I had known since he was a child, was in the city of the dead. "Davon, where is Von Lair?” I asked. "Who?" he said puzzled. He didn’t even remember the man whose life he had taken. "My friend from the town, you bled him with our immortal blood." "Oh, him, he is in the care of the sorcerer. We are making him Klaiss’s apprentice." Davon informed me. I could hardly believe that. I could believe Davon would give Von Lair the honor. But I did not believe Von Lair would take the job. Sorcerer’s apprentice was a job with a long journey. Von Lair had the will but he hated the walking dead. Maybe his own death had changed his feelings.Davon walked to the door. "You can see him in the morning after we go to the Weaver for your dress. Get some sleep.""No, Davon! Do not leave me!" I cried. "400 years is long enough to be with out you.""But now I know you are still in love with me, my dear," he chuckled, "it is your turn to wait.” he walked out the door and left me alone with my guilt.Ch.2 I was awoken the next day by howls. I knew the source immediately. It was the Hoolords; otherwise know as the wolf people. I got dressed in a sparkly green dress and put on emerald earrings. Then I proceeded to run down the four flights of stairs of the castle. Davon sat on his black throne looking troubled. I thought the same thing. What were Hoolords doing in Vamptropi? They lived about four thousand miles away! There were five of them. They appeared to be tall muscular men but could change form in the blink of an eye. Davon stood up to greet them. “High Lord Davon.” They bowed. He nodded back. “We have come to ask for help in the Far East. The phantom people are trying to cross the threshold of the paradise plains that we protect. We beg you Crassians, please help us!” Davon stood proud. “Didn’t we tell you the phantoms were up to no good? But do Hoolords listen? No, you don’t. Why should we help you? Will we receive some sort of reward?” Two of the Hoolords ran out the door and came back with a chest. They opened it and presented it to Davon. It was a book. It was ancient and dirty. Davon looked pleased. “Yes this will do. This will do indeed.” He smiled wryly. “Thank you High Lord Davon!” They expressed gratitude. “We will have a feast in your honor tonight! You may pick any room in the castle, except mine and my ladies red room, to stay in. I will send our best troops home with you tomorrow.” He beamed. They were ecstatic and thanked him again. They left and Davon told the head guard, who was also his best friend, to come to him. “Celsius! Take this to my treasure room and place the strongest protection spell you can on it.” “Yes, my Lord.” He said to him. Celsius was tall and lean. It was not muscles that made a Crassian, but magical ability. Celsius was a step under Klaiss who was under Davon. I had no doubt Ivy was stronger than them all, but she was forbidden to use her magic. Davon came to me. “Come, my lady. We are going to the Weaver’s.” I was excited. The Weaver made dresses from the most beautiful materials in all the worlds combined. He took my arm in his and walked me outside. It was always night in Vamptropi so the city was lit in various lights. They were beautiful beside the blood red moon. He had a carriage waiting. It was like a fairy tale one except that it looked to be made of Onyx. There were no horses because it was enchanted. The door opened by itself. He helped me up and he got in after me. It set off. He looked at me intensely. “What?” I wondered. “You are so beautiful, Granette. I could look at you splendor all day.” He grinned. I never thought I was beautiful. I had long black hair, large brown eyes, and my nose looked huge.In a few minutes we had arrived at Casti Creek where the Weaver lived. Magic did not take long to go anywhere. The door opened and Davon shielded his eyes. If you lived in the dark like he did, it made your eyes very sensitive to light. The Weaver came out of a cave next to the creek. It appeared to be an old woman but it was so much more than that. It was a shape shifter. It did not talk. Davon greeted it. He kissed the Weaver on the cheek and it smiled. The Weaver’s works were draped on rocks outside the cave. “Good morning, Weaver.” He said. “My fiancé is looking for a dress. The weaver came towards me and put its elderly hands on my body, measuring. It smiled and signed to Davon. “She says you have nice curves.” He chuckled. “And that I am very lucky.” She signed again. “Purple.” Davon told her. She must have asked my favorite color. Davon did not have to ask that. She nodded and signed. “It will take a week.” Davon read her hands. “Wow. She says she has acquired a material from the Paradise Plain especially for you.” She continued to sign. “Thank you so much, Weaver.” He said then looked at me. “Now would you like to go to Margo’s and get a party dress for the feast, my love?” The weaver walked over and slapped him, signing furiously. “Oh, I am sorry. Yes, yes, I forgot.” She went in the cave. “What?” I asked. “This is your first public appearance as my fiancé. You need to look like a queen. She slapped me because I was going to get a dress from Margo’s and Margo is a witch. She has something better in mind.” He explained. She came back out with a gold dress. It sparkled immensely. It looked like sun rays beaming from it. I was shocked. The Weaver handed it to me. She signed at Davon. “Are you pleased?” he asked for her.“Yes! It is so beautiful!” I exclaimed. She smiled, waved, and went back in the cave. Davon helped me back in the carriage with my new possession. I loved it so much. Was this what being a queen felt like? If so, I loved it. Once back in my room Ivy came to me. She spoke in a hushed whisper while helping me dress for the feast. “There will be a vampiric revolution.” She hissed in my ear.“What? Are you mad Ivy?” I shouted. “Yes, Granette, we will be the rulers of Vamptropi once again. Do not expect me to be your lowly slave much longer.” She hissed.“Why are you telling me this? I am the High Lord’s fiancée!” I questioned.“Yes, but you are my friend. I know I can trust you.” She told me. “Just remember to get under the table when your hear Davon’s chimes.” She told me and then she ran from the room.
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