Prologue: The Extermination & Enslavement

See the battle that lead to the enslavement of the vampires and the blood feud which was started.

Prologue

The Extermination & Enslavement

 

        The night is quiet as all sleep well in the quaint little Transylvanian town, with its rustic charm and Gothic style. Well, all humans sleeping, anyway. Meanwhile, deep within the loaming Carpathian Mountains, rest an army of vampires! But they gather not for the reason any human would think. They gather in defense, not attack.

        They live, now, on the brink of a full scale war with a race far darker than themselves. A race who is superior in multiple ways. This race cares for only one thing and will do anything to achieve it. This race craves domination.

        What race would this be, you ask? It is the race of those that are known throughout history just as vampires are. It is that races called demons that now threaten the mighty vampire race. The darkest, most disgusting race of monster ever imaginable to mankind matched only by purebloods of the vampires themselves. And they’ve been waiting in silence for centuries for one moment. The death of the mightiest vampire of all: Dracula!

        Now the demon king, Rashomen, was finally free to attack the vampires as he saw fit, and was planning to do just that.

        “Remember, no matter what happens, we stick together and fight this fight with honor,” a Russian vampire known as Viktor Veltrovich shouted at the gathered army of Carpathian vampires, who could all understand Russian, since they had been led by Viktor for two centuries. They may be a battle-hungering coven, but even they knew when eminent danger was approaching.

        Before Viktor could continue into an inspirational speech, they all heard the sounds of millions of arrows being released at once. There were so many of the metal-ended shafts of wood that they block the light of the full moon, which was died blood red, usually a good sign for Viktor’s kind, but not tonight. Tonight, that cursed moon was a sign of death for them!

        “PULL TAIL,” Viktor shouted in his thick Russian accent, signaling for all gathered vampires to cover their heads with their shields. All complied as fast as they could, and most were saved. Those who weren’t so lucky, were impaled by the demonic steel of the arrowheads, and were killed.

        “Pokoysya s mirom, brat'ya (Rest in peace, brothers)”, Viktor said in his native tongue. And the, when the demon arrows ceased falling, he stood and gave another order in Russian. “STRELYAT'!” (FIRE!)

        With that, an equal number of vampire arrows were released by Russian vampire archers. Viktor watched the arrows sail towards their targets, but something went wrong. Not one arrow hit any demons!

        “Der'mo (S**t),” he spat at the enemy. “What could have stopped all of the arrows from hitting even one of those ublyudki (b******s)?”

        “Sir, it would seem they’re shrouded in protective wards,” one of the vampiric sorcerers said next to Viktor. “We can only hope to defeat them at close-range, sir.”

        “Then we meet the demon sviney (demon swine) at close combat,” Viktor growls. Turning to his troops, he gives the order in Russian: “ATAKA! (CHARGE!)”

        Every gathered vampire, Russian and Carpathian charged forward, advancing on the demonic army in front of them! When they clashed, it was a blinding blur of sword, shield, spear, axe, flesh, bone, and blood, or ichor, the blood of demons. It wasn’t long before something came to Viktor’s attention. They were had lost this battle already!

        The demons had abilities that only pureblood vampires had, and they had already dispatched the vampire’s sorcerers. They were using all those skills to their advantage. Magic, psychic powers, and other such methods were used to turn the vampire army into nothing more than a single battalion. Viktor knew they had no hope.

        Ever since the death of Dracula, all purebloods have purposely forgotten their grand powers. They would not participate in any battle, they wouldn’t aid any army. They would only sit back, and wait for extermination!

        Suddenly, Viktor’s feet were taken from under him. In a blinding flash of reflex, he brought his shield over his chest just in time to stop a demon’s blade from piercing his heart!

        “Well, you’re a fast one aren’t you,” the demon snidely noted. His skin was as pale as Viktor’s, and his hair was a mixture of silver and black, but that wasn’t his most noticeably trait. It was his eyes. They were exactly like that of a wolf in mid-hunt, ready to take his prey down.

        “You grebanyy idiot (stupid f*****g idiot),” Viktor spat at him. “You think you can just march in here and take our home? YA NE POZVOLYU VAM! (I WON’T LET YOU!)”

        The demon started to chuckle. “I’ve heard of your kind’s valor and loyalty, but this is ridiculous! Besides, we’re no after your home, vurdalak (vampire)” he said. “We’re after YOU.”

        That’s when it hit Viktor. They were here to extinguish the vampire race!

        “You’ll have to work harder to kill us all, mudoyeb (a*****e)!”

        “Oh, we’re not just attacking here,” the demon said. “This is just the area that I, Garrow Stallbred, have been entrusted with.”

 

* * * *

        That night ended in retreat. The demon named Garrow was right, they weren’t the only coven attacked. Covens all over the world were attacked and nearly obliterated! Just what were these demons doing? Why the sudden attacks? But the most bizarre thing wasn’t the attacks, or even the manner in which they attacked.

        It was that they had let a medium-sized group of vampires from each coven live!

        Viktor now stood at the entrance to the cave where those of his former coven decide to take refuge for the day. Having been Dracula’s general for centuries granted him the ability to withstand sunlight, and he was glad for it. Now he could protect his coven at all hours.

        Viktor was pondering the events of before, when something truly horrifying happened: a net closed over Viktor!

        “TO CHTO (WHAT THE)-” he uttered before a hand silenced him.

        “Glad to see you again, vampire,” Garrow Stallbred grinned.

        “Prishel k finishu nas pokinut'? (Come to finish us off?”

        “No, little vampire,” Garrow smiled. “Our king needs slaves, and you all fit the bill SO nicely, we just couldn’t refuse.”

        With that, everything went black, and Viktor was wishing for it to stay that way, but it didn’t. It only got worse.

Author's Note

The translations for the Russian words are in parentheses beside them.

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[Death Girl]

Love it! Awesome start to your book. can't wait to read more meaning get more posted soon. Keep up the great work.