In the gloom of night, sounds of a ferocious duel could be heard echoing within the castle halls. Two men could be seen fighting in a large hall; one of these men, Arkard had short black hair and light brown eyes. He wore red gothic clothes and while he was fighting, his face had the look of someone contend with what he was doing. His opponent, Templest, wearing an all black outfit with eyes as red as blood itself. His black hair was worn into a ponytail. These men were more than humans, they were vampires. They fought as though they were arch enemies, they had no hesitation in cutting each other. It was impossible for mere humans to follow the warriors' blades as they travelling so fast, the air around began to form a vacuum around them. Sucking up dust, swirling allowing the eyes to see a ball of dust. Suddenly, the ball shattered sending the dust everywhere and both men jumping back to size each other up.
At the same moment, a messenger appeared waiting of the men to finished and notice him. Grinning at each other, both of them sheathed their swords and asked what the messenger wanted. "My Lord Templest, the leader of Iscariot wishes to see you and only you." Templest looking back at Arkard who had no idea why their enemy would even dare make such a request. He sighed and said, "Tell him, this is war and until he deceases what he is doing. I'm afraid more blood will be spilled. But if he really wishes meet with me then tell him to go nearest town and go to a pub called The Dark Horse. Bring one but himself and transport. Now go." The messenger nodded and disappeared.
"Condemn me for what I'm about to say, Arkard" Templest turning to his comrade, "I'm afraid that this war grows needless. We're killing off our supply and they're willing to stop slaughtering each other. Then, perhaps I should go and hear what they have to say." Arkard looked on with mild interest only but knew that if the long term survival of the Nosferatus was to be secured. Then, they would have no choice but to agree to this meeting. "I can say that Lord Dracula did put you in charge of this war for a reason; and that reason would be he believed you have gained knowledge beyond your years. Do what you will, I can only informed him of this meeting. I can only predict that our Lord would allow to to continue with this course of action." Templest looked at his comrade and seen him for years as his most important peer. He was grateful for the support that he was being given. "Thank you." With that he disappeared into night to tell his love what he was about to do.
Arkard was left standing in the great hall, "So, he has decided to go after all". Said suddenly by a voice behind Arkard, he turned and looked into the eyes of his Lord. The Kings of No Life Kings, Dracula looking somewhat tired yet he looked somehow youthful in the moonlight. Arkard replied, "Yes, I suspect that he already knew the consequences if we carried on with this war. I still feel that this isn't war but rather an insignificant matter to deal with." Dracula summoned his sword and said, "You worry too much, my old friend. I would like to see what our young general does. He has options lay out before him. He only has to make one to minimise the damage to our food supply. Now come, it has been long time since I fought in the old wars. We shall see if I still possess the same battle instincts I had." Arkard grinned and made the first strike.
*In a mansion*
A young maiden is arguing with Templest, "I don't understand why you can't see that it is trapped. You think that this Maxwell will only bring himself with no bodyguards with such a clear chance to kill you there and then. I'm sure that he has already prepared at least ten men disguse as customers in the pub. All ready with blessed silver forged swords to go through your heart." She looked at him with such a look of worry and anger that the tears begin to form at her eyes. "Crying doesn't suit you, Seras Harbringer." He moved towards her to wipe her tears, "I gave my word already that I would go without anyone. The Lord believes this to be a wise decision. I am doing this for the future of our kind."
Countess Seras Harbringer stood with her hands on her hips wearing a dark blue dress with a high cut just stopping at her left hip. This brought out the ice blue eyes in her and was boring into Templest. "I...I...I still think," she struggled to find an excuse for her companion to bring bodyguards despite knowing that Templest could be faced with a legion of the Iscariot's best warrior and he still managed to beat them all without moving from the ground he stood on. Templest shushed and embraced her. They both looked at each other; Templest spoke, "I'll come back to you, no matter. I promise." She kissed him with the burning passion within her and Templest responded in kind. After what seemed like hours passing them, they broke and Seras said "I know."
Templest walked with Seras preparing to meet with the Iscariot leader. She still looked worried but said nothing. Templest finally sighed and said, "If you're that worried about it, why don't you come with me but stay out of sight. Watch over me as you did during my midans years." Seras considered this but her love for Templest drove her to agreeing to this option. She was surprised that she had felt this way about someone for so long, for she had expected to feel no emotions till that fateful night where she was careless. She embraced him again, thinking this was how life would be now."Well, I think we better get going." Seras nodded and prepared to follow Templest as she would follow him to the ends of the world and the darkest abyss.
*At The Pub Dark Horse*
A carriage approaches and stops outside the pub. Maxwell gets out from the carriage and drew his cloak tighter in as if fearing someone would come to rob. Not that it would as he came protected. He stepped in the pub and saw a dark figure in the corner drinking what seem to be blood. "I seemed to have kept you waiting." said, Maxwell to the cloaked figure. He lifted his hood and revealed himself to be Templest. "Well, I like to keep this short if you don't mind. So I hear you wish for this war stop and yet you declared war. I wonder, is your supply of lambs sent be to slaughtered running low?" grinning to the fact that was true. Maxwell did not flinched and replied, "We only want to follow God and guide others towards him."
"Stomping your authority just like your roman cousins. You catholics never change just like us. We live far longer than anyone and never once had to change our ways. Alright, withdraw your troops and we will haunt you no longer." Templest knew that he had the advantage in this negating. He could easily order the extermination of the Catholics completely or allow them to live just that littler bit longer. Before Maxwell could answer that, the horses outside started to make a commotion. Sounds of thundering hooves could be heard. Soon the door burst through and a group of rough men barged in. One shouted out, "Show yourself, you blood sucking maggot. We won't tolerate your kind in this town." The pub owner had tried to keep them quiet but, it was apparent they were drunk and were high on adenraline.
I know whta u guys are thinking. Why have I spilt it up. Coz I have reached the limit of characters. YESS. I thought it not possible but I have. Anyways, I'll post the rest of the chap after someone post something coz I dun wanna be warned for double post.