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OSVP	By : LotornoMiko Category: +S through Z > Valkyrie Profile Views: 1214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-OSVP
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
- 27-Twenty Seven
- 28-Twenty Eight
- 29-Twenty Nine
- 30-Thirty
- 31-Thirty One
- 32-Thirty Two
- 33-Thirty Three
- 34-Thirty Four
- 35-Thirty Five
- 36-Thirty Six
- 37-Thirty Seven
- 38-Thirty Eight
- 39-Thirty Nine
- 13
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It was simply amazing, astonishing even. To think that her captor, the vampire that was so obsessed with her, had actually deigned to allow her a chance to remain somewhere other than in her cage was shocking. It was more than Silmeria had honestly hoped for, the girl having expected no real chance to get away from Brahms. And yet here she was, free from him. It was a temporary freedom, but one Silmeria intended to take advantage of the first chance she got.
She tried not to let her excitement show, to act unaffected in the moment. But it was difficult, elation and smugness filling her, Silmeria thinking Brahms just a little stupid for trusting her in this manner. If the situation would have been reversed, she would have never left him alone. Of course, she wasn't as alone as Silmeria would have liked, a room full of vampires crowded in besides her.
By Silmeria's estimation, there was at least fifty in all, plus fourteen humans foolish enough to offer themselves as snacks to these monsters. She knew there was another two vampires on guard in the hall outside the ball room. All in all, not good odds for one lone Valkyrie. Especially one who no longer had access to her divine strengths, or her einherjar for back up.
A grim humor filled her, Silmeria recalling how she didn't want to actually live. Not as one of the undead. What did the odds matter when she thought like that? She could go out in a blaze of glory, taking as many vampires with her as she could before one of them succeeded in delivering the final strike that ended her existence. But something held her back, barely restrained her from starting the fight she could not hope to win. Was it the predator inside her? The instinct for survival at all costs? Or did she foolishly, selfishly want to see her sisters one last time?
It might be better to let the vampires kill her. It would save Lenneth and Hrist the painful task of doing it themselves. Lenneth would especially suffer, she and Silmeria sharing a close bond that went beyond the realm of sisters. They had been each other's best friend. Silmeria wanted to see Lenneth, even as it would force her sister to take up arms against her. All because she wanted the chance to reassure Lenneth, to tell her one last time she loved her and did not blame her for what had happened with Brahms.
That might be the only solace she could give Lenneth. Silmeria knew that Lenneth would be torturing herself, blaming herself for what had happened. It was a burden, a grief Lenneth might carry for all time. Silmeria had to do what she could to alleviate her of it.
Her thoughts took only seconds to play out, the vampires around her talking. The one called Surren, a shrewd face woman, was eyeing her now. Silmeria didn't quite scowl, eyes fierce and challenging as she grit out a terse word. "What?"
"I am just surprised. I truly did not think you would want to remain among us." Surren explained.
There was a reason she had not wanted to return to the bedroom that had doubled as her cage. And that reason had nothing to do with the vampires around her. Silmeria didn't try for pleasantries, plainly speaking her thoughts. "I don't. But anything is better than returning to that room. Even if I must remain amongst you vipers."
Surren's expression flickered, but she did not become as angry as Silmeria would have expected. "Oh my. You do have a low opinion of us, don't you?" The vampires closest to them had ceased their conversations, their interest obvious as they watched the exchange between the two females.
"It is an opinion you earned." Silmeria retorted. "With your war mongering, your zest for killing, your torture of innocents."
"Except for that last one, I'd think you were talking about the Valkyries." Surren countered, and Silmeria's eyes blazed.
"You would dare?"
"What is there to dare about? I speak the truth. You Valkyries live for war. And you cut down any who stand against you and your King. Oh I'm sorry, former King." Surren corrected with a smirk. "I know of you Silmeria. I know you have been ruthlessly slaughtering our people for generations!"
"It's what they deserved." Someone gasped, she thought it might be the red hair vampiress Risana. "You think the undead are any better? When they have killed countless soldiers, both Valkyrie and einherjar? When you vampires lust after Valkyrie blood, and use the power you gain from it to kill even more of my people?"
"I almost pity you Silmeria." Surren said. "Caught between two worlds, never to be accepted by either."
"Surren!" It was Vandimeer who spoke the vampiress' name so sharply. "That's enough."
"No, let her speak." Risana urged. "She needs to hear this."
"Lord Brahms would not approve." Grumbled Vandimeer.
"Lord Brahms is not here." Pointed out Surren, even as Silmeria glowered at her. "But of course, I will respect his need to coddle and shelter his bride." A small smirk in response to Silmeria's glare. "I will look forward to the day Brahms tires of you. That he realizes this infatuation is nothing so meaningful as a real and lasting love."
"As if you cold hearted creatures even know what love is!" Silmeria snapped back. Surren laughed, the mocking sound grating on Silmeria's nerves.
"Well, now, this is a stimulating conversation." Surren turned dismissive. "But ultimately a pointless one." She turned to Risana, as though intent on ignoring Silmeria's presence. "Is that a new ring Risana?" At the red hair woman's nod, Surren laughed. "No doubt from one of your many paramours. Come, let me look at it more closely."
It shouldn't have mattered, but Silmeria seethed all the same at the dismissal. Surren's every word, every gesture got to Silmeria in a way that few others had. And the former Valkyrie didn't think it had solely to do with the fact that the woman was a vampire. There was just an instant dislike between them, Silmeria having no experience with a woman quite like Surren.
"Forgive her." Vandimeer said softly from besides her. "Brahms' absence has made her forget her manners."
"I don't think she had any manners to begin with." Silmeria retorted, not bothering to look at the vampire. Instead she was looking around the room, judging the distance between here and to the door. Silmeria knew there was little chance of her sneaking out of the room. The vampires were too busy watching her, as though hoping she would provide them more entertainment than she already had. Nor did Silmeria think she could so easily slip away from Vandimeer, the man taking seriously Brahms' order to watch over her.
She didn't quite sigh, continuing her study of the room. The vampires closest to her were talking again, but it was about things she had little experience with. Silmeria neither knew who Dante was, or why she should care that he had made a spectacle of himself over some woman. It was all just petty gossip, Silmeria surprised the vampires didn't have more pressing concerns.
But then these vampires were unlike the ones she was used to dealing with, seeming almost frivolous and carefree. Silmeria's lip curled, the girl thinking that the vampires in this room would prove no challenge at all to Odin's armies. The war would have ended ages ago, if these soft creatures who were bloated on blood had been the true soldiers of Brahms' army.
She idly wondered how the war was going, but Silmeria was sure in the five days since her kidnapping, not much had actually changed. Certainly not enough for either side to be inching towards a victory. She didn't miss the fighting, but she did miss the camaraderie of the other Valkyries and einherjar. She missed being in the know, of having direct access to the information that trickled in about the victories and losses they suffered in the war.
But those were avenues closed off to her, the camaraderie lost forever. The Valkyries would kill her on sight, horrified by what Silmeria had become. It was a horror she shared, Silmeria trying to ignore the reminders that her claws were. Not that she could close her eyes and pretend to be something she was no longer. The hunger wouldn't let her forget, always a constant demand deep within her.
The hunger was what was making her so irritable and short tempered this night. Not that Silmeria cared about making friends with the vampires. But she didn't like that she was so quick to snap, so hostile in response to everything said to her. It was a weakness, this uncontrollable hostility making her easy to read. Surren had been quick to take advantage, goading Silmeria on to further heights of anger.
It wasn't just Surren, it was this room. It was the people here, and that included the humans. She was appalled, and the fact that the humans weren't frightened or upset but actually eager to serve, did little to lessen her disgust. And yet she couldn't keep from looking as a vampire male led a pretty human female into one of the hidden alcoves. Nor could she block out the sounds and smells of the feeding, Silmeria's now superior hearing and sense of smell letting her experience the blood drinking as though she was there in the alcove with them.
She trembled, but it was so slight no one would know unless they touched Silmeria. She closed her eyes briefly, but that did not succeed in blocking out her awareness that a vampire was satisfying his blood lust. Satisfying his hunger in a way Silmeria could never.
She opened her eyes, and saw some of the vampires had moved enough that she had a clear line view of several of the humans. They were waiting by the hidden alcoves, making themselves readily available should a vampire want to tap a vein. One had turned to look at Silmeria, as though sensing her hungry gaze. A question would be in the woman's eyes, her hand going up to caress fingers over a bite mark on her neck.
It was sudden and fast, the violent response she had to those fingers teasing an invitation to her. Silmeria wanted to go to the woman, wanting to take her up on her offer. But she remained rooted to the spot, just staring. Her fangs had lengthened, well prepared to take a neck, to take nourishment into her. She needed the blood, a need so powerful it hurt things inside her. It horrified her too, Silmeria wondering how close she was to falling if she was actually lusting over a human's blood. It had been bad enough to desire Brahms', but now she craved blood from one of the races she had once been sworn to protect.
She was unaware that Surren had noticed her intense response to the human's offer. The vampiress was quick to bait her, quick to insult. "Look at you." Surren sneered. "You can't even control yourself. You're practically salivating at the thought of feeding. How uncouth!"
The embarrassment broke the spell the human's blood had cast on Silmeria, the girl whipping around to glare at Surren. But before she could make a snide comment of her own, Risana was speaking.
"It's disgusting, it is." The red haired vampiress exclaimed. "She can't even control her appearance." Silmeria's hands began clenching into fists, the tips of her claws digging into her palms.
"Ladies." Vandimeer said in a warning tone. "Stop."
They ignored him, circling around Silmeria. "Your refusal to feed endangers us all. You are barely better than a revenant."
"She'll kill us all if she continues to starve herself." Risana said, trying to incite the crowd. Silmeria could have laughed, knowing with her mind intact or not, the urge to kill these monsters would always exist.
"That's enough!" Vandimeer shouted. "Brahms will not let his bride become a revenant."
"Then why has he done nothing to gain control of her?" demanded Surren. "I tell you he has been bewitched by her. She is dangerous. To us and to our King."
"That is not for you to decide." Vanidmeer retorted. "Brahms can handle a fledgling."
"Brahms can rot in Hel's embrace for all I care!" Silmeria burst out rudely.
"Better Hel's than yours!" Surren snapped. "You make our King careless! He does thing he shouldn't. Not only did he turn you into a vampire, but he let that other Valkyrie go. When he should have torn her throat out, and shared her blood with us!"
Silmeria truly lost all restraint then. She knew and understood Lenneth was safe, that Lenneth had been spared by Brahms. But the mere thought of Lenneth being killed, reduced to nothing more than a blood buffet for a group of power lusting vampires was enough to make Silmeria see red. And with it, her rage was unleashed, Silmeria moving fast. Faster than anyone had expected of a mere fledgling.
There was no time for Surren to react, not to that first attack. Certainly she didn't get her hands up in time to block Silmeria's claws slashing over her front. The only thing that saved her throat from suffering the same fate Surren had wanted for Lenneth, was the thick ropes of pearls around it. Those pearls clattered to the floor, the necklace ruined by Silmeria's claws.
Silence seemed to come over the ball room. It was a silence Silmeria did not heed, already swinging her arm out to back hand Surren across the face. The vampiress' scream was lost in the force of an expelled breath, her head turning from the strength of Silmeria's blow.
"Lady Silmeria!" Vandimeer cried, stepping towards her with the intent to subdue her.
Blood was at the corner of Surren's mouth, she touched it now and narrowed her eyes at the sight of it on her fingers. "No. Let her come." Surren said, turning to lock eyes with Silmeria. "Let her learn the follies of a fledgling challenging an elder!"
Silmeria was sure that was supposed to send a quiver of fear through her, but the girl was unimpressed. She thought Surren weak and spoiled, more familiar with verbal attacks than any actual fighting. Where Silmeria was a warrior, a Valkyrie trained since an early age to become an accomplished soldier. A commander of armies, an expert in many forms of fighting.
That included hand to hand combat, Silmeria ready to use her hated claws to rend flesh from Surren's body. She didn't even hesitate, already going to swipe her claws across Surren's middle. The expensive fabric of her dress was shredded like paper, revealing the alabaster skin beneath it. Surren would not tolerate a fourth attack, using her own speed to dodge Silmeria's claws.
Even as Surren evaded the swipe, the vampiress was pivoting on her heel, to deliver a spine crushing blow to Silmeria's unprotected back. It should have disabled Silmeria, but the girl was merely staggered. Slow enough now to endure a slap from Surren, the vampiress tangling her fingers in Silmeria's hair. Her face was driven downwards to meet Surren's uprising knee, but at the last moment Silmeria grabbed onto her leg.
With a hiss, she jerked on that leg, knocking Surren off balance. The vampiress fell to the floor, and Silmeria landed on top of her. She settled her weight on top of Surren, and began pummeling her with her fists. The pummeling would last only seconds, Surren having no problem heaving Silmeria's slight weight off her.
Perhaps it was chance, or maybe it was by design. But Silmeria was airborne, flying backwards over the heads of the vampires. The humans screamed and scattered, and Silmeria crashed into one of the alcoves. Stone splintered around her, the caved in bench digging into her back. She jerked free just as Surren appeared before her, slapping her again hard enough that Silmeria bit her cheek.
When Surren attempted to drive claws into Silmeria's stomach, the girl caught the vampiress by the wrist. She turned and twisted that arm behind her back, Surren struggling. Silmeria moved to tear out Surren's throat, rage replacing her hunger in this instant.
But before she could complete the move, a strong hand locked around her wrist. Silmeria's lips curled back, she snarled at the vampire, blind to everything but the fact that she was surrounded by her enemies. She hadn't gone mindless like a true revenant, but her hunger and anger was driving her closer to that point. In her adrenaline heightened state, she was little more than a wild animal, lashing out and any and everyone.
But to do that, she had to get her hands free. She threw Surren away from her, and used the hand that had held the vampiress to drive her claws into the man's right eye. He screamed in pain, and she heard other shouts, including a woman gasping over what was happening.
"She's too fast and too strong for a fledgling!"
"She's going to kill us all!" screamed Risana.
"Not if we kill her first!" A man shouted.
"No one is killing anyone!" Vandimeer screamed to be heard.
"Tell that to her!" Someone else snapped.
And all the while Silmeria fought, attacking anyone within reach. And there was many, vampires charging her, trying to stop and hurt her. Her dress was ripped, and her skin was clawed open, but the pain wasn't enough to get her to stop. Maybe nothing was, Silmeria smelling blood. It was different from the blood of the humans, being that tainted brand that flowed inside the vampires' veins. It was everywhere, on the walls, on the floor, on her.
It fed into her hunger, but she couldn't feed. Not while the attacks still came. She effortlessly fought back, arms and legs a blur. At some point she had torn her skirt, removing enough of the fabric to free her legs. It eased her movement, Silmeria lashing out with a high kick that had her foot planted firmly in a vampire's face. Someone grabbed her arms, but they couldn't stop her legs, Silmeria kicking out with both to knock back the vampires in front of her.
When her feet were on the ground again, she bent forward, struggling to get free. When that didn't work, she violently drove herself back, hearing the cracking of bone as her head connected with someone's nose. A yelp followed that breaking, Silmeria tearing herself free. She turned, and got her hand around a neck, lifting the male off the ground so his feet dangled. His claws scrabbled at her arm, trying to injure her enough to get Silmeria to drop him.
Someone charged her from behind, Silmeria lashing out with her arm. The vampiress was airborne, flying back from the violent force of Silmeria's hit. She was still holding onto the vampire by his neck, starting to squeeze but slowly. As though drawing out his torment, feeding off the pain in his eyes.
A bang was heard, the grand doors of the room being flung violently open. Silmeria did not turn, but she caught the scent of the new player on the field. It was a familiar smell, one she recognized and in her volatile state, accepted. She turned, dropping the vampire who quickly crawled away. Her eyes barely took notice of the ruined room, how the heavy curtains had been torn free of the hidden alcoves.
Nor did she pay any mind to the vampires that stood frozen or lay in crumpled heaps on the floor. Instead her eyes locked with a crimson gaze, a gaze that was familiar to her even if the anger in them was not. That anger confused her, didn't belong in the expression of the one who had looked at her so tenderly just an hour ago. But it wasn't enough to stop her from coming forward, her gaze riveted on the impressive male who stood glowering at her.
Someone stepped in front of her, trying to prevent Silmeria from going any further. Her expression became enraged, she snarled as she moved to attack. And all because the foolish creature had dared to get in her way of what she wanted. But her attack never landed, the vampire airborne as the newcomer tossed him out of the way. The vampires moved, dodging the crash of the one who had been thrown.
"Leave us." Came the gruff growl. Someone dared to protest.
"But my Lord..."
"I said LEAVE!" He roared, voice so furious and commanding the others were powerless to do anything but heed his desires.
The vampires paused only long enough to gather up their injured. Silmeria was barely aware of them. They existed like shadows out of her awareness. Unimportant so long as they didn't get in the way of her and this magnificent male.
His eyes were intent on her, the vampire moving with painstaking slowness for a creature that could be so fast. She held herself still for his approach, Silmeria quivering with anticipation. The last of the vampires fled the room, the doors slamming shut behind them.
"What are you doing!" The male demanded, coming to a halt before her. He was close enough to touch, and her claws curled in delight just imagining how he would feel under her palms. "You broke your promise to me! You've jeopardized everything...everything I hoped to do, everything I hoped for."
She didn't understand what he was saying, but she sensed the current of anger in the words. The anger made little sense to her, as did the fact that this male was not touching her the way she wanted him too. He looked disapproving, a hand gesturing angrily about the state of the room. She didn't care about the mess, didn't care about anything but turning aside the anger into something she could work with.
He was still talking, stern and stiff. She couldn't take it any longer, and she reached out with both her hands. She didn't move with the speed inherent to the vampire this time. She wanted to go slow, to savor every moment. Her hands landed flat on his chest, and she could feel the muscles beneath them. He was muscular all over, being a big, brawny man. He dwarfed her in size, and yet she thrilled at the differences, recognizing him as a powerful male.
It was more than just his power she recognized. She knew down to her bones he was hers. It was unmistakably, this male belonging to her as she did to him. Her lips curved in a pleased smile, her head tilted to the side as she began to caress her hands over him. His words died down in his throat, a strangled sound coming in response to her touches.
The sound amused her, adding to her boldness so that she gripped the fabric of his shirt. She wanted the shirt out of the way, wanted to touch him directly. And Silmeria saw no reason not to take what she wanted, her hands violently splitting the shirt open. She leaned in afterwards, inhaling the scent of his skin. Rich, flavorful male assaulted her senses. Rich, INTERESTED male whose arousal increased when she rubbed her cheek against his skin.
Hands touched her shoulders, gently but insistently easing her back. Discontent filled her, Silmeria didn't want to be pushed away. She hissed and struggled against his hold, his hands sliding down to grip her arms. With bruising pressure, he stilled her, staring into her face. She sensed enough of his mood not to squirm in his grip, holding still for that soul searching gaze. When he frowned, she frowned too, mimicking the confused feelings he expressed. And all because Silmeria wondered why he wasn't doing more than hold her.
At least most of his anger had died down. His eyes did a slow once over, his frown deepening. "You're hurt." The pain was pushed to the back of her mind, but he was letting go to touch a particularly long gash on her side. She'd endure worse to have him keep touching her, and Silmeria reached out to cup his face in her hands. A slight tug, and he looked away from the gash. Silmeria smiled, and remembered how to form words. "Want you."
Her words were a sultry growl, voice rasping low. She leaned in, inhaling his scent as she licked at the lobe of his ear. His ear seemed to twitch in response, his hands once again grabbing her arms. But he did not try to push her away, holding himself still as Silmeria began kissing down the line of his strong jaw. A sharp inhale from him, his eyes closing in sensual delight. Silmeria continued to kiss and nuzzle him, grazing her fangs' tips in nibbling little kiss. It wasn't enough to bleed him, she wasn't ready for that kind of claiming.
No, this need of hers went beyond a simple blood letting. It left her yearning, wanting to be possessed by him in the way of males with females. But he wasn't acting on his arousal, holding back from her. It frustrated her, and her affection grew desperate, needy. He said her name, but again made no attempt to push her away. She wasn't as indecisive as him, and with desire shining in her eyes, she pressed her lips to his.
He didn't kiss her back immediately. But his lips trembled in response. His hands continued to grip her arms, but his hold was weakening. She pressed more insistently against him, lips fitting together with his as she worked to encourage his active participation. She wanted more than a kiss, she wanted to wind her arms around him, cling to him. Rub her body over his delicious hardness.
Stubborn male. Still refusing her charms. It only fed into her admiration, Silmeria fascinated by everything he did. She waited for his restraint to give in, knowing his passion would be a maelstrom that would consume them both. She kissed him harder, and his lips did the slightest parting. She made a low keening sound, and suddenly his grip strengthened. But he didn't push her away, instead holding them together as he kissed her back with all the force of his passion.
Sorry I couldn't make the chapter longer...it's still a nice length though!
To Be Continued!
Michelle
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