| Subject: Truth and darkness |
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Lashana
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Date Posted: 12:59:55 05/31/02 Fri
The bandage on her ribs chafed as she shifted into a more comfortable position, the vampire's blade having slashed a line from just under her arm to almost her belly. She hadn't seen the damned blade until it struck, and brought her left wing down to slam it away, taking half of the blasted bitch's arm with it. Kyrr had dropped from the sky to claw at the vampire's face while she got her wind back, and then soared up as she slammed the silver staff full in the vampire's face. The head exploded, like it should have done when she first attacked....and missed. The vampire disintegrated rapidly, even the clothes she wore turning to dust in a matter of moments. The other, a young boy of maybe twelve had started to stir, one hand brushing his neck in confusion where the vampire had bitten him. Taking one of the stakes she had in her belt, she walked over to him and whispered, "I'm sorry, forgive me for what I must do," before plunging the stake into his heart. Being newly Turned, he didn't turn to dust like the other, his head just rolled back, and the crimson gleam of unlife faded. Moving her hand feather-light across his face, she closed his eyes. Using the gift of earth control, she opened a pit, and gently lowered him into it and had the earth close over him, a chuck of marble rising where his head rested, a marker to remember him by. It wasn't until she had finished carving the date into the stone that she realized she was crying....and bleeding. The pain that tore through her body then dropped her to her knees, a red haze of agony that was the vampire's gift to her. She had wrapped the wound as best and as tightly as she could, but she knew she would need to see a healer before too much longer. Now she rested against the comforting roughness of an oak tree, and waited till the pain in her ribs died enough for her to move. She would be walking, running and flying were out of the question at the moment, too many muscles would be used, and the gash would most likely reopen and cause her to bleed to death before she could see that healer. She wondered if the darkness she felt hovering around her was the price she would pay for lying to herself, making her believe that what she was doing was honorable, when it was nothing more than a slaughter when she won, and a gamble that she could lose at any time.
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