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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
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It wasn't the best day for traveling. That much had been apparent when dawn came and went, and barely a sliver of sunlight could be seen. The sky was overcast, crowded with storm clouds that was colored dark grays and almost blacks. Between the clouds and the early morning fog that had rolled in, Lenneth was sure something unnatural was occurring. She refused to believe their luck was that bad otherwise.
With little light and visibility, it was the ideal conditions for the vampires to travel in. Such a thing was not lost on any of their party, an air of unease infusing them. Lenneth had wanted to call off their travels, and not just from a purely selfish standpoint. She felt it too dangerous to travel on a day like this, but other factors were just as insistent that they leave immediately. Her sister Hrist well had the vampires distracted, the battle being driven away from the castle. That offered a slim window of opportunity for Lenneth and her entourage to escort Silmeria from it, and all because the undead would not fall for the same tricks twice.
Reinforcements would be coming, the undead legions of Brahms would take back every bit of ground they lost to the Asgardians. It had to be now or never for Silmeria to flee to her new life. If there was one thing Lenneth could take comfort from, it was that Silmeria would be safe in Lord Rufus' keep. She'd be away from the fighting, and the vampires, away from the obsessed Brahms.
She tried not to shudder in distaste whenever she thought of Brahms and his unhealthy interest in her younger sister. It was unnatural, this lust he had for Silmeria. A vampire shouldn't desire a Valkyrie, save for the blood that coursed through her veins. But Brahms wanted more than that, could have taken blood from any other Valkyrie that crossed his path.
Indeed he had done just that, responsible for countless deaths among the Valkyrie ranks. But something about Silmeria was different enough to stay his hand. Silmeria had never elaborated on her few chance encounters with the undead king, save to mention how disturbed he had made her. Lenneth thought she might never pry the true story from Silmeria's lips, she was that closed off when it came to the subject of Brahms.
That Brahms had allowed his vampires to so savagely attack and injure Silmeria, troubled Lenneth greatly. What sort of monster would allow that to befall the woman he so desired? Lenneth wondered if she'd ever get a chance to ask him that, or if she would slay him before he could utter out even one word. Of course, Lenneth might be deluding herself in thinking she could take down Brahms. He was after all, the strongest of the undead, holding his throne through the strength of his powers and keen intellect.
With Brahms in her thoughts, she turned in her saddle, glancing behind her for reassurance. The carriage that was Silmeria's mode of transport continued to roll steadily along the dirt path, two mares plodding along at a steady clip. To the front and behind the carriage was several Valkyries, each one seated on an impressive sized stallion. The horses the Valkyries rode was bred for war and speed, and could travel long distances without tiring.
There was fifteen horses in all, the others being used by high ranking einherjar. The rest of their entourage was on foot, and lagging behind the last of the horses. There was still another contingent of einherjar ahead of this party. They worked to prepare the path Lenneth and Silmeria traveled, cutting down low hanging branches, and making sure there was no fallen trees to block the road up ahead. They even checked to make sure no traps or ambushes were laid out, dispatching any and all attackers that might seek to way lay the party.
They did good work, the entourage hadn't had to stop even one time. Lenneth was satisfied with the progress they were making, the party fast approaching the forest of spirits. Already in the distance she could make out the first of the trees that crowded together to form the forest. It wouldn't take much longer to reach them, though the traveling through them would take at least a day.
There was an Elven settlement within the forest. Those elves were well prepared to receive Lenneth and her sister, holding fresh horses for the riders. It was there they would break to camp briefly. Lenneth understood that many in her party needed rest, her sister Silmeria most of all. Her sister was too weak and in pain to ride on a horse, the girl having had to take many herbs just to weather the bouncing about her carriage was doing. Silmeria took this all in stride, not offering any complaints though all that jostling had to be causing her pain.
Lenneth's hands tightened on the reigns of her horse. That and the tensing of her lips was the only sign that betrayed her upset. She let her horse fall back from the front of the escort, drawing towards the right side of Silmeria's carriage. Since they had left Asgard, Silmeria had been allowed to draw back the curtains of her carriage's windows. They didn't fear her being seen here, as much as they had on the golden plains of Idavoll.
"How are you feeling." Lenneth asked, gazing into the carriage's window. Silmeria eased herself closer to it, giving a weak smile to her sister. Lenneth studied her for any signs of discomfort, noting Silmeria had her golden colored hair tied back with a pale blue ribbon. A dress that was colored in white with blue trimmed matched the ribbon, and made her eyes all the more brighter. But Silmeria looked far too pale for Lenneth's liking, and her eyes were feverish. No doubt from all the pain potions she was taking to endure this trip. Lenneth wanted to glare, but it was not to Silmeria who her anger was directed at.
"I will be better when our journey is ended." It was as close to an admission of pain as Silmeria would give her, Lenneth's knuckles turning white from how tight she gripped the reins.
"We'll rest once we're within the forest's confines." Promised Lenneth.
"Are you sure that's wise? We should at least push to reach the village." Silmeria said.
"We are making good progress. An earlier rest won't hurt us much." Lenneth countered. Silmeria looked like she doubted that, but was too weak to properly argue with her sister. Indeed she was closing her eyes, seeming to sag in her seat. Lenneth thought to move on, to give her the rest she so desperately needed when Silmeria spoke.
"Will you be staying for the ceremony?"
That question gave Lenneth pause, the Valkyrie not having thought much to what would happen after she delivered Silmeria to Rufus. "Would you like me to?"
Silmeria opened her eyes then, her lips seeming to tremble with the effort of smiling. "You're my sister, and one of my dearest friends. Of course I want you there."
"Then my return to Asgard can wait." Lenneth told her, offering a smile back that was just as weak. She couldn't feign real cheer at the thought of watching Silmeria be given to a man to possess, even if that man was rumored to be as kind hearted as Lord Rufus was said to be. But she wasn't ready nor eager to abandon Silmeria to her new life as a bride. And if it would help the girl to have Lenneth attend the wedding ceremony, than nothing on earth or in the heavens would keep her from her sister's side.
"Thank you." Her sister's gratitude was worth a million smiles to Lenneth. The Valkyrie thought Odin could be damned if he would begrudge her, her chance to say a long good-bye to Silmeria. Lenneth would just have to make him understand how she had to remain in Alfheim long enough to see Silmeria married. If Lenneth could have, she would have remained even longer, all to make sure her sister was settling into her new life with ease.
"There is no need to thank me." Lenneth replied. "I am glad to do this for you."
"You have my thanks all the same." Silmeria told her.
It was enough to make Lenneth flustered, the Valkyrie giving a shake of her head. "Rest if you can." She told Silmeria, and then snapped the reins so that her horse trotted faster once more. No one commented on Lenneth's return to the head of the entourage, indeed there was little talk going on at all. The three Valkyries that rode with Lenneth and Silmeria were in somber moods, privately lamenting the fate that befell nearly all battle maidens eventually.
The einherjar were also relatively quiet, focusing more on walking rather chatting with their fellow soldiers. The quiet was good, it drew less notice to the party, and what noise they did make was hidden by the constant rumble of thunder. The storm wasn't far off now, the only question was how severe the rain would be. One Valkyrie kept glancing up at the sky, a frown on her face. Lenneth wasn't the only one to think magic had to do with the storm.
"It's a bad omen Lenneth." She muttered, and another Valkyrie called out.
"It's just a storm, Gwendolyn."
"It's more than that. Can't you feel it?" Gwendolyn demanded. Lenneth found herself nodding in agreement, and was chilled by Gwendolyn's next words. "There's death on the horizon...I'm sure of it..."
"What do you sense?" Lenneth asked, but Gwendolyn shook her head no.
"It's just a feeling...we should have never tried to make this journey."
"Come now Gwendolyn. You'll spook our troops if you continue to speak such nonsense!" Gwendolyn shot a poisoned filled look at the Valkyrie who had said that, her lips thinning as she pressed them together in a disapproving frown.
"It'll be fine." Lenneth tried to sound reassuring, knowing as leader of this entourage, she couldn't let doubts fill her people's minds. Gwendolyn let out a sigh, but was otherwise quiet. The other Valkyries followed suit, silence reigning once more. In the distant they could see the forest's edge, trees crowded in close, but not so close that the horses and carriages wouldn't be able to fit in between them.
Lenneth had mixed feelings to see the forest. And all because she knew that would be an ideal place for a vampire's ambush. Between the mist, clouds, and now the covering of the tree's foliage, it would be optimal conditions for the vampire's to emerge. Now more than ever, Lenneth wished for the clouds to part, for the sun to shine through, and cast down it's devastating to vampires, light.
But her wish would go unanswered, and soon the path led into the forest. They could see the work of the advance party of einherjar, path clear, and marks engraved into tree trunks. The marks spoke of a dozen things, keeping the Valkyries apprised of the advance party's progress. The einherjar were at least thirty minutes ahead of Silmeria and her escort, and Lenneth didn't expect to encounter them until they reached the Elven village.
Which is why it was so unexpected to see one of the einherjar standing in the middle of the path a scant ten minutes later. The man was clad in gray chainmail, an iron mask pulled down over the front of his face. The mask hid all details from them, including the color of the man's eyes. Lenneth guided her horse towards the man, instantly suspicious. There was something off about this situation, and she found herself drawing her sword before she reached the einherjar.
"What's going on?" Lenneth demanded. "Why are you just standing here? Where is the rest of the advance party?" He said nothing, which angered another Valkyrie, the woman drawing up besides Lenneth's horse.
"What are you doing? Answer her!" She snarled, her own sword drawn. It was then that it happened, the man teleporting away just as a spear went flying. Lenneth reacted on instinct, realizing that was no man but a vampire dressed in the armor of an einherjar. She jerked on the reigns of her horse, the stallion rearing up on hind legs. It was that that saved the horse, though the Valkyrie besides her wasn't so lucky. The spear slammed into her ride's side, the horse letting out an unnatural scream, a sound of pain and death as it went down to the ground.
The Valkyrie cursed, then cried out in pain, her one leg trapped under the horse's side when it had fallen. She was effectively pinned, and trying not to panic at the vulnerable state it left her in. Einherjar were swarming about the path, some staying with Gwendolyn to guard Silmeria's carriage, others running towards Lenneth and the trapped Valkyrie.
"It's an ambush!" A man cried out, an arrow embedding itself deep in his throat seconds later. Lights flashed, vampires teleporting onto the path, Lenneth losing herself to the battle. She dismounted from her horse, and charge the closest vampire. Behind her, a trio of male einherjar were trying to defend the pinned Valkyrie. From the Valkyrie's screams, she knew they did not succeed, Lenneth shuddering. There was no time to see what the vampires were doing to her comrade, Lenneth was busy attacking any and all vampires she could get in reach of.
More lights flashing, the vampires coming in waves, overwhelming their numbers. They hadn't been able to take as large a contingent as Lenneth would have preferred, not without drawing attention to who they were transporting. It worked in the vampire's favor, almost ninety on the battlefield to the thirty einherjar that had accompanied the four Valkyies.
It didn't mean the einherjar fought any less valiantly. They gave it their all, willing to toss asides their lives for the chance to defend their precious cargo. Lenneth was stepping over the vampires she dispatched, trying not to lose herself completely to anger and panic as she focused on her next opponent. It was a lesser vampire, one that barely registered on the power scales. It was not difficult to get her blade inside the man's chest, splitting his heart into pieces in the process.
She barely got her sword free, Lenneth locking eyes with a female vampire when she heard Silmeria scream. It was an ear piercing shriek, the former Valkyrie alerting all to her trouble. Lenneth wanted to turn and see, but the vampire female rushed her, sword aimed to take the Valkyrie's neck. Lenneth knew the vampire was just a distraction, one she couldn't afford when her sister needed her. She put up her sword, defending against the blow, and kicked out with her right leg.
"Lenneth!" It was Silmeria's voice, the girl sounding desperate. Lenneth could hear cursing, somehow Silmeria was making it difficult for the vampires to take her. Lenneth was as proud as she was worried, knowing in Silmeria's pain filled condition, she'd be no match for even one vampire. But before she could rush to Silmeria's side, she had to dispatch the threat in front of her.
The vampire female had been staggered by Lenneth's kick. The metal greaves Lenneth wore on her feet gave the kick an added jump to the pain it could inflict. But the vampire pushed past the pain, to swing her sword again, Lenneth hastily twirled her sword to the left and then the right, to block each thrust as it came for her. The exchange continued like this for several excruciatingly long moments, the vampire thrusting, and Lenneth defending against each blow. There was little opening to do more than defend, and Lenneth was growing desperate.
"I don't have time to play with the likes of you!" Lenneth snarled, still parrying every thrust. She kept looking for her chance, but the woman was moving with the near blinding speed of an elder vampire. Her snarled out comment just earned a laugh from the female, the woman beginning to back Lenneth up. Lenneth couldn't afford such a move, not knowing where the vampire was trying to herd her to, or towards what.
To that end, Lenneth purposefully let herself fall, her sword still moving to defend. The instant she hit the ground, her free hand closed around dirt. The dirt was flung up and into the vampire's eyes, the female screaming as she went blind. The sword continued to thrust, and Lenneth rolled to the left, the sword being shoved into the ground. Lenneth quickly did a kick out with her legs, jumping upright and turning. Her sword caught the vampire in her side, the dress splitting, and blood spurting out. Lenneth immediately pulled back her arm, this time aiming for the injured vampire's neck.
The vampire's head went flying, blood splattering everywhere, even on Lenneth's front. But Lenneth didn't care, turning to seek out Silmeria's carriage. She caught a brief glimpse of her sister, being dragged from the carriage window. Silmeria had formed fists, and was beating them against the vampire's chest. He had a harassed look on his face, even as he pulled her free.
"Silmeria!" Lenneth was rushing towards the pair, shoving friend and foe aside. But a light flashed, the vampire teleporting away with his prize. Lenneth screamed out a no, and spun on her heel. She was running for her horse now, and Gwendolyn joined her.
"Where are you going?" Gwendolyn asked, but Lenneth didn't pause.
"The vampires have to have made camp near by..." She was already reaching for the saddle of her stallion, hauling herself upright in one smooth movement.
"You can't go alone!" Gwendolyn protested. Lenneth didn't pause, not even when hoof beats sounded behind her. It was two horses that joined hers, Gwendolyn and a third Valkyrie following her. Lenneth felt admiration for their courage, knowing they were risking a lot in following her to the vampire's camp. The einherjar that were still alive were fighting desperately against the vampires, but losing. It was a brutal massacre, one that would end soon enough. Lenneth knew she couldn't make a difference here, but she could attempt to save her sister from Brahms.
"Thank you." Lenneth shouted to the two Valkyries that accompanied her. She barely registered what they said in return, Lenneth riding her horse hard. The stallion had yet to be winded, hooves tearing up clods of dirt as he ran faster than the wind. Her braided hair steamed out behind her, Lenneth still gripping her sword in one hand. She was almost careless in her haste, and all she could think was she had to get to Silmeria and fast.
The horses broke into a clearing, jumping over bodies that lay strewn haphazardly on the path. Lenneth could hear the Valkyries behind her gasping in horror, for it was their advance party of einherjar that had been slaughtered. Blood was everywhere, splattered on the trees, puddles of it on the ground. The vampires hadn't had time to feed, just killing indiscriminately. It was a horrible sight, and yet Lenneth could do nothing save ride past the bodies.
She continued to ride, muttering urgent pleas to the stallion to go even faster. She could barely concentrate save for the fear she felt for Silmeria, and roughly twenty minutes would pass before they came upon the vampires' camp. It was hastily constructed, only a few tents set up. Not all the vampires had returned, but there was enough to give the Valkyries pause. But not Lenneth, she screamed a challenge and charged her horse forward.
The stallion leapt over the heads of the vampires, their claws and weapons striking upwards. The horse whinnied in pain, it's stomach being torn open by the attack. Lenneth was already forward leaping out of the saddle, and she landed in a circle of vampires. But she barely took notice of them, her eyes registering their horror at the sight of the large vampire who stood with his back to her.
"Brahms!" Lenneth snarled, and stabbed her sword behind her. A vampire was impaled, Lenneth giving her sword a vicious twist as she glared at Brahms. He was holding onto something, a person by the looks of it. Though all Lenneth could currently see was a pale skinned arm that hung limply. Brahms was hunched over, she could tell by the sounds he was in the midst of feeding.
Stomach turning, she pulled her sword free, only to have to slam it into the next vampire. And then the undead King was turning towards her, Lenneth sure all the color fled from her face. "Oh good Gods, no!" She whispered, staring at the girl in the vampire lord's arms.
Long, blonde hair that had come free of it's ribbon, strands of it clung to her neck. It almost hid the puncture marks there, but not the blood that continued to well out. "Silmeria..." Lenneth murmured, pointing her bloodied sword at the vampire lord. "How dare you!"
"Keep her occupied." Brahms' voice was a low rumble that moved the vampires into action. The other two Valkyries were fighting the vampires outside the circle, leaving Lenneth to face a dozen on her own. She fought like a woman possessed, her energy renewed. Lenneth knew she had to get Silmeria back from Brahms, couldn't allow him to defile her sister any further. But the vampires might as well been a hundred, all teleporting about her, striking fast and furious. It further enraged Lenneth, the vampires not trying to kill her, just keep her from their master and his prize.
She could hear the sound of feeding, as well as screams. Gwendolyn was crying out in pain, the Valkyries' fight not going well. Lenneth could do nothing to aid her two comrades, still trying desperately to reach Silmeria. Occasionally she managed to kill a vampire that lingered too long between teleportations, but ultimately they were doing nothing save to tire Lenneth out.
"You're too late battle maiden!" A vampire said, the sudden sounds of a group's laughter filling the circle. The vampires all seemed to back away from her, allowing Lenneth her first sight of Brahms and the unconscious Silmeria. Blood was welling up on a cut on Brahm's chest, and Lenneth nearly vomited when she saw Silmeria's lips were painted crimson from it.
"Oh Gods no..." Lenneth whispered, free hand coming up to press a fist against her mouth. Brahms had done more than defiled her sister, he had turned her into one of his own kind. This was beyond anything Lenneth could have imagined, a blasphemy of the worse kind.
Brahms was staring at her, face unsmiling. He wasn't gloating of his victory, not yet at least, but he wasn't repentant of what he had done. Lenneth's mind was reeling, all she could think was that she had to get Silmeria back, one way or another. To save her from becoming one of the monsters they had fought against for centuries. Even if to save her meant taking her sister's own life.
Her thoughts must have shown on her face, Brahms was handing the unconscious Silmeria to one of the vampires for safe keeping. Before the act was completed, Lenenth was screaming out a challenge, rushing towards Brahms. She barely registered that the other vampires weren't trying to stop her, nor did she noticed the way Brahms slipped into a defensive stance. All she could focus on was killing the vampire king, and taking back her sister.
Her sword went straight for Brahm's heart, Lenneth noting he bore no weapon other than his deadly sharp claws. She didn't expect such an easy victory though, not with a vampire as strong and powerful as Brahms was supposed to be. He proved his strength by stopping her sword with his bare hands, catching the flat of the blade in between his palms.
Lenneth gritted her teeth, and fought to pull her sword free. The vampire Lord did a twist of his hands, blade nearly being pulled out of Lenneth's grip. She quickly tightened her hold on her sword's hilt, even as she aimed a knee right between Brahms' legs. He may be undead, but there was still feeling down below, the vampire howling in rage. He followed up that howl not by hunching over in pain, but back handing Lenneth across the face.
She thought she saw stars, actually turning from the force of his blow. She quickly swung out with her sword, even though she had yet to recover. His arm came up, letting the sword rebound of his wrist gauntlets. Lenneth quickly slashed upwards, trying to catch him in the face, but Brahms let himself fall backwards to avoid her sword.
"Undead fiend!" She hissed, advancing towards him. "Abominable monster! Give me back my sister!"
"Your sister is lost to you Valkyrie." Brahms retorted. "Now and forever more."
"Never!" Lenneth screamed, though she knew his words to be true. Even if she somehow killed Brahms, and fought her way past all the vampires, what fate was left to Silmeria, except to die by Lenneth's sword? All to save her from becoming the monster Brahms wanted her to be. "You won't get to enjoy this victory. I'll make sure you are nothing more than a strain on my sword before this hour is up!"
"You are no match for me, child." Brahms taunted her. "Not now, not even if you live a thousand years more!"
"I won't know unless I try!" Lenneth retorted, fighting not to give in to the hopelessness of the situation. She began thrusting her sword forward again and again, aiming for any and all vulnerable points on the vampire. The undead king moved even faster than any of the elder vampires she had faced before, always blocking her sword's strikes, and even getting in a few punches on her. They hit her in the stomach, and in the arms, and even once a blow to the face. It stunned her, and made her arm weak to hold up her sword, though Lenneth kept on fighting, even as her arm came close to breaking under Brahms' assault.
Behind her, she could hear the sounds of feeding. Her Valkyrie comrades had fallen prey to the vampires. It only increased Lenneth's upset, and she made a desperate swing fro Brahms' neck. He blocked that with such force, that she was knocked back, her arm stunned from fingers to shoulder. And still she tried to stab her sword one last time, only to have the vampire sweep out her feet from under her with a kick.
With a startled cry, Lenneth hit the dirt, Brahms landing on top of her. She glared up at him, his claws at her throat, gripping the tender flesh there. All it would take was him to pull, and her throat would be ripped free of her flesh. Lenneth felt despair settle in her all the more strongly, knowing she had failed her sister for the last time.
"Get it over with then!" Lenneth hissed at Brahms, had fingers having gone limp around her sword. Someone snatched it away from her, but Lenneth didn't take her eyes off the undead king's face.
She tenses, waitng for the blow but Brahms was staring down at her with a considering look. "You're Silmeria's sister, aren't you?" He asked, and Lenneth was shocked he knew that much. "It would upset her if I killed you..."
"Killing me will be the least of your problems if my sister rises as one of the undead!" Lenneth snapped, and was enraged to see a faint smirk on his lips.
"She will rise, and after a time, Silmeria will come to accept what has happened to her. It is inevitable..."
"You're mad if you think my sister can ever accept being made into one of your creatures!" Lenneth retorted. "Lord Odin will not stand for this indignity! He will not allow you to get away with this!"
"He will have no choice!" roared Brahms. "Tell your King I have taken your sister as my wife." Lenneth's eyes went wide with astonishment, heart beating faster in her chest. "He'll have to find someone else to marry the elf." His smirk became more pronounced, Brahms mocking. "You think I did not know Odin's plans for her? I knew everything! Nothing gets past my spies!"
"You..."
"I waited a long time for your sister to be in a prime position to be vulnerable. You have my gratitude for delivering her to me. But that gratitude can only get you so far." He slowly released his hold on Lenneth, getting up off her. "Return to Asgard. Tell Odin of everything that has happened." Lenneth started to glance in the direction of the vampire who had taken her sword, but Brahms chuckled. "We will not be returning your sword to you."
It was a feint on Lenneth's part, the Valkyrie suddenly lunging to her feet. In the process, she palmed the dagger that was hidden under her skirt, pulling it out of the leather sheathe strapped to her thigh. She worked to stab it into the smirking vampire Lord, but Brahms was not caught unaware. The last thing she saw, was his fist coming towards her face, and then all went black, Lenneth being forced unconscious.
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