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Date Posted: 11:22:31 01/23/03 Thu
The icy cold breeze slipped through the forest, touching all with the lightest caress, caressing creatures and trees alike with a lover’s lightest, coldest touch. It slid through the sleeping forest impervious to the great trees that littered its core, whipping around the trees before breaking free towards the forest’s outskirts. It rolled easily across the barren, desolate hills of ice, teasing those few creatures that rested in their dense…promising a night of harsh cold. Still, it reached forward; onward beating against a group cloaked and hooded beings…tearing viciously at one in particular…
It flowed around him quickly, the coldness of its touch enchanting, invigorating…exciting. In its own way, the cold reminded him of Karina’s fingers that thought brought a sly smile to his features. Idly he walked forward…they had already covered much ground…they would be at headquarters in but a few moments…so he supposed that he would be able to entertain these thoughts at this time. The wind continued its relentless assault, its fangs of ice unable to even phase this group…after-all if it could do so, wouldn’t they be fleeing or taking shelter at least?
Blinking a bit he turned to Ashen, speaking lowly…barely audible in this wind, not even bothering to raise his voice…he could hear him fine. In fact, the entire group heard him with ease. “Are we ready to shift?”
Ashen blinked slowly and turned to glance at the group…Amber eyes meeting those of the few Darkwind around him. They all nodded in unison at his querying glance, their determined looks barely visible beneath dark hoods. Anxiety radiated from their forms…a desire to be home, to return to their families…True they all loved Enzeru and would do anything for him, but they missed their home… Enzeru smiled…who was he to keep them from their homes?
When Ashen turned and nodded to him, the world collapsed into a corridor of fluctuating lights and monochromatic grays. Reality rippled where the group had once been standing, and with an almost audible snap…they were gone, the signs of their presence quickly being removed by the harsh wind and fresh snow. Opening his eyes Enzeru was greeted with arms that laced themselves around his neck, and a cool, decidedly feminine body pressing against his. Karina. The embrace was short…yet satisfying, her mere touch bringing a soft smile to cold lips. Her voice came even as her arms slid away from his body.
“Greetings milord, our mission was successful…we have found the objective…” the coy smile that slid on her lips was that of cockiness…a look that fit her lithe form easily, almost as a second nature. Even now she glanced from the corner of her eyes, the other Darkwind unable to do anything but gape at her sultry beauty. Desire was evident in their features, and yet they knew…Karina…this one who oozed libido would sleep in no bed but Enzeru’s…would know no other being than the one that she loved and whom loved her.
“Excellent…” he paused slightly before glancing around the room in which he stood. The plain stone surface of the wall was somewhat boring…in fact nothing of this room was actually eye catching, except of course, the floor. The few Darkwind stood in a large pentagram of sparkling diamond and ruby dust…the precious grinded material being laid out in large carvings. Even now they glowed, a slight hum of power accompanying it…
In all reality he paid no heed to his surroundings as he stepped off the slightly raised platform. His steps took him towards the gateway that Karina had obviously come from…the only place that they could have come from. “Where is he being held?” Behind him the others dispersed, making their way quietly from the room…heading towards their homes. His steps took on a slight energy…this would prove…interesting.
“He’s being held on the third basement level milord. Currently we have four Brigadiers watching him…others hide in the shadows.” The standard holding procedure for one as powerful as this one seemed to be. “He had no weapons…and there was something else….”
“Something else?” his eyebrow arched quizzically…intrigued. What was she speaking of? His steps slowed slightly, matching her own…slowing down the harsh pace he had not really noticed he had set.
“Yes…it seems that he only has one wing.” She looked towards him, a solemn look on her face. Perhaps she thought that disappointed him….
Enzeru turned to look at her, his icy eyes regarding her face. That was certainly something unexpected…yet it mattered not nonetheless…the outcome would be the same. “It matters not. You have done well…”
The conversation ended with that, their steps echoing in the hollow hallways of this place, sound waves echoing off stone, merging with the sound of dripping water. Occasionally there was the scratching sound of rat’s feet on stone…the plaintive sound of their cry echoing into the darkness. Enzeru smirked. Perhaps it was time to call in pest control. Rounding another corner they came to the stair well. There was no light…they needed no light…and so they descended into the darkness, black cloaks rustling slightly with each step...
He could only groan with pain as consciousness came forth. All he really wanted to do was calm his aching head…not to mention curl up and die. Still, purpose nagged him, assailed him from all sides demanding perseverance, and thus…endurance.
Sapphire eyes opened…to darkness. Was he dead? No...Pain was reality…and if he felt pain he was likely still alive. Quickly he took note of his surroundings. HE was on a raised platform in the center of what seemed to be an elliptical room. He was kneeling in the only place of light…a very faint shaft coming from a small moon-roof far, far above him. 60 feet…he’d be able to make that pretty easily.
Arms reached forward only to be stopped in mid motion by a sharp pain along his wrists. Shackles. He smirked. Yea…right…shackles hold me? Powerful muscles flexed boasting a strength that few…if any other Forgotten could match. He felt the material pierce his skin, slicing and bruising his skin with the pressure he put upon it. Yet he felt no loosening, no telltale sign of relief. Usually the chains should have broken…either that or the wall come crashing down. Neither was happening. Was he drugged? No…he could feel everything perfectly…his body was in tip top shape, albeit seriously beat down. He relaxed his muscles, loosening the chaffing grip that the shackles had on his wrists. He tried to move his legs then, and it was the same, but he could not stand from this kneeling position. He felt them then…the shackles that seemed to completely encompass his calves and ankles. He wouldn’t be able to stand even if he was strong enough to break the material holding him…he had no leverage with which to stand.
A fevered mind worked quickly…a smirk forming on his features once again. He would freeze the chains and break free…kill the guards and make his escape! He reached into himself…seeking the power…seeking the life line to his beloved Goddess…and found, nothing. Eyes widened in complete and utter shock. His imprisonment meant nothing now…only how could they separate him from his Goddess’ love? It shouldn’t be possible! Zion felt true fear then…the fangs piercing his heart quickly and definitively.
That’s when they emerged from the darkness….
Enzeru and Karina navigated the stairs easily…speaking briefly with the guards before stepping into the room. They stood silently watching him, awaiting his reaction to his predicaments and were rewarded with the struggle that he seemed to be going through. There was no joy in seeing this…only a slightly sadistic curiosity. Would Zion break free from this place? They weren’t terrible disappointed when he didn’t…and so…they stepped from the darkness and into the very faint light. Only, Karina was hooded again…Enzeru’s face plainly visible.
“So the sleeper has awakened” His voice was cold…uncaring. “Interesting…”
“Who are you?” Zion spoke now…keeping his anger in check. It would do no good to lash out at this one…and yet something about him…something in his demeanor caused him to be curious, as well as cautious.
“My name is of no concern to you. And it will not be you who will be asking questions. Rather you will be answering them…” He paused slightly, turning on his heel and began pacing…Icy blue eyes pin points in the darkness into which he receded. “What were you doing at the North Glacier?”
This time he wouldn’t hold his tongue. “None of your business bitch. I go where I wanna go, when I wanna go there…” The statement was more or less true. He had wandered for many years since Seraph had died. Many, many, long years. His sapphire orbs scanned the being speaking to him…he could taste it…he wasn’t human, hell he wasn’t a Forgotten. Something screamed vampire to him…something weird.
“Very well….you were trespassing in my territory. This is a crime that is punishable by death, and as such…the sentence will be carried out.” He shrugged. The bastard wouldn’t answer his questions…have it his way. He really wasn’t feeling all to patient right about now.
“Look you vampire slime! You have no right to this land…this is sacred land. The place where the mighty Icewind stood! You don’t deserve to even smell this place…” There was a surge of stength that tore through him...rage undeniable. His right arm tore forward…he felt skin break...muscles scream in agony... but he heard chains snap.
Instantly though they were on him...figures that materialized from the darkness. They grabbed his arm and pulled back…still he flung them off. Sapphire eyes glowed…energy springing through his body…righteous rage. Inwardly he heard the call of Forbiddion. Its whispers of power caressing his mind…seeking to be released. He refused. Seraph would never go Forbiddion…and neither would he…
His rage fueled him on as he snapped the second chain…and he smirked at the startled look on the vamp’s face. He would pay. The figures jumped on him again and he felt blows hard as steel landing on his flesh. He pushed the pain away…and flung them off again, his fist connecting with a few of their faces. The rage was righteous…he was Icewind…he had to hate ALL vampires. His eyes were drawn quickly to one of the figures that had fallen. A female…and in her skin was the glow of life. She wasn’t dead? Her body flickered and vanished from sight… gone? No…only a forgotten can move that fast…only an… the thought was never finished…
Enzeru stepped forward, past the struggling figures and struck out…his fist vanishing. The blow was strong enough to snap Zion backward. He felt like his skull just exploded, bright stars of pain stinging his eyes. He hit hard. He felt the shackles being re-secured on his chaffed wrists. The figure that remained cloaked in the background raises a hand…a soft glow emitting from it…and he felt the shackles tighten…strengthen even more. Enzeru turned and nodded to her, a soft smile on his lips before speaking.
“It seems, that he doesn’t want to cooperate with us. Very well, that’s one less spy our enemies can use on us…” turning, he looked back at Zion..the blood trickling from his shattered nose and bruised lips. “…kill him…”
There was the sound of weapons being drawn from their sheathes a faint rasp of steel against scabbards. Zion looked up in confusion…sapphire eyes meeting cold Ice blue ones. And he felt the blades pierce his skin…3ft long blades tearing deep into his flesh, repeatedly, bringing white hot stabbing pain…and then darkness. The last image before consciousness fled…were cold…icy blue eyes…
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