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Title: Thou Shalt Not Kill
Author: Latsin_me
Claim: Underworld (General)
Table: Do-It-Yourself
Prompt: Thou Shalt Not Kill
Rating: T (PG-13)
Summary: “Never could follow his own rules. Said he couldn't abide the taste of livestock. So every once in a while, he went out and gorged himself on human blood. I kept his secrets...cleaned up the mess. But it was he...who crept room to room.”
Warnings: Murder
Notes: Okay, here goes. This one is going to be a little short in coparison to the next ones, but I hope you'll like it. And, I know, I need better titles.
“Never could follow his own rules. Said he couldn't abide the taste of livestock. So every once in a while, he went out and gorged himself on human blood. I kept his secrets...cleaned up the mess. But it was he...who crept room to room.” Kraven, house regent.
For many years, the Elders of the Vampire line had fed off humans. For many years they had been feared, and many a soul had tried to avenge a deceased family member by coming to the front gates of Ördhögaz. And for many years, the first vampires had suffered through each meal. In appearance, at least.
Marcus had been the first to change this. He had tried feeding as little as possible, though that often lead to carnage, hunger blinding him. He had then resorted to using animal blood, stealing cattle from nearby villages.
That actually worked well for him. He insisted that Viktor and Amelia try the same, seeking to preserve the human race.
Everything was well for a while, even though Viktor sometimes fed off humans.
Of course, that was until there were barely any more animals, for if one vampire didn’t decimate the population significantly, three certainly did. And then there was also the problem that Marcus insisted in turning the soldiers of the other two warlords, for the werewolf threat was still rising.
It was then that it was decided the vampires would breed cattle themselves, and stay off the humans.
It was around that time the covenant was signed. And, among other rules, there was one that read, “Thou shalt not kill another one of thy kin, or a human.”
Those words echoed around on Viktor’s head as he tore off the throat of an old man. A mess of dead horses covered the ground of the stable, onto which the corpse of a man was carelessly thrown.
“Thou shalt not kill”
Viktor stepped through the door and into the house, and room by room, he fed. A woman, about the same age as the man, looking at him with pleading eyes. Another woman, no, barely a teenager, gasping in horror and trying to get past him into a room across the hall.
“Thou shalt not kill”
Two identical little faces, looking up at him simultaneously, curiously.
“Thou shalt not kill.”
Then there was a young woman, screaming at the top of her lungs on the stable, observing the carnage.
“Thou shalt not kill.”
And, for once, Viktor listened to those words, stopped a few steps away from her, and turned back to his human self.
“There, there, my child. You are safe, I have driven the beasts off.”
“Monsters… How could they do something like this? Samantha and Anna, and my sister! Oh, god, why?” She said between sobs. The twin girls, he imagined, and their mother.
“Do not worry now, dear. You are safe. What is your name?” He said soothingly.
“Selene.” She answered in a whimper.
Amelia had insisted they sign the covenant in blood. Viktor had to do his best not to laugh at that, for, what ties could his blood impose on him? None. His occasional escapades were proof of that, as was Selene. She would always stand beside him, a reminder of his sins. A memory of Sonja, and of his killings.
Author: Latsin_me
Claim: Underworld (General)
Table: Do-It-Yourself
Prompt: Thou Shalt Not Kill
Rating: T (PG-13)
Summary: “Never could follow his own rules. Said he couldn't abide the taste of livestock. So every once in a while, he went out and gorged himself on human blood. I kept his secrets...cleaned up the mess. But it was he...who crept room to room.”
Warnings: Murder
Notes: Okay, here goes. This one is going to be a little short in coparison to the next ones, but I hope you'll like it. And, I know, I need better titles.
“Never could follow his own rules. Said he couldn't abide the taste of livestock. So every once in a while, he went out and gorged himself on human blood. I kept his secrets...cleaned up the mess. But it was he...who crept room to room.” Kraven, house regent.
For many years, the Elders of the Vampire line had fed off humans. For many years they had been feared, and many a soul had tried to avenge a deceased family member by coming to the front gates of Ördhögaz. And for many years, the first vampires had suffered through each meal. In appearance, at least.
Marcus had been the first to change this. He had tried feeding as little as possible, though that often lead to carnage, hunger blinding him. He had then resorted to using animal blood, stealing cattle from nearby villages.
That actually worked well for him. He insisted that Viktor and Amelia try the same, seeking to preserve the human race.
Everything was well for a while, even though Viktor sometimes fed off humans.
Of course, that was until there were barely any more animals, for if one vampire didn’t decimate the population significantly, three certainly did. And then there was also the problem that Marcus insisted in turning the soldiers of the other two warlords, for the werewolf threat was still rising.
It was then that it was decided the vampires would breed cattle themselves, and stay off the humans.
It was around that time the covenant was signed. And, among other rules, there was one that read, “Thou shalt not kill another one of thy kin, or a human.”
Those words echoed around on Viktor’s head as he tore off the throat of an old man. A mess of dead horses covered the ground of the stable, onto which the corpse of a man was carelessly thrown.
“Thou shalt not kill”
Viktor stepped through the door and into the house, and room by room, he fed. A woman, about the same age as the man, looking at him with pleading eyes. Another woman, no, barely a teenager, gasping in horror and trying to get past him into a room across the hall.
“Thou shalt not kill”
Two identical little faces, looking up at him simultaneously, curiously.
“Thou shalt not kill.”
Then there was a young woman, screaming at the top of her lungs on the stable, observing the carnage.
“Thou shalt not kill.”
And, for once, Viktor listened to those words, stopped a few steps away from her, and turned back to his human self.
“There, there, my child. You are safe, I have driven the beasts off.”
“Monsters… How could they do something like this? Samantha and Anna, and my sister! Oh, god, why?” She said between sobs. The twin girls, he imagined, and their mother.
“Do not worry now, dear. You are safe. What is your name?” He said soothingly.
“Selene.” She answered in a whimper.
Amelia had insisted they sign the covenant in blood. Viktor had to do his best not to laugh at that, for, what ties could his blood impose on him? None. His occasional escapades were proof of that, as was Selene. She would always stand beside him, a reminder of his sins. A memory of Sonja, and of his killings.