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~ CHAPTER 3 - 1078 - Saxonia (Germany). A New Friend.
Kryos entered the town in the dawn of night. It was cold; yet he didn't feel it. He could hear people all throughout going through their evenings, getting ready to move to sleep. He was here on a mission. It reminded him of his creator; whom had come to his own village in a similar way. This time... Kyros was on the hunt.
It had been just over 500 years now; since Kyros had started working for the council. He'd first started as Nolanus' direct assistant, and he soon proved to be a valuable tactician as they implemented the rule of the council. The vampire world formed laws; simple laws. These laws are put in place to keep the species hidden and safe. Eventually, Kyros started helping to implement those laws - only proving himself as a fighter as efficient as his creator. When vampires broke those laws, they sent agents like Kyros.
But 500 years was a long time. Things are different now. Kyros was different now. Older, wiser. Stronger. He'd travelled far across the known world; learnt languages and crafts he'd never would have imagined back in Greece; met the strangest individuals. And the most beautiful.
But there was little that was beautiful about what he was doing here, he thought as he gently walked through the town. Word had spread of a massacre; a few of them, over the last few months. Most recently, an entire village, a few miles from this one, had been almost entirely wiped out. Kyros had come across it just before he'd arrived here; all that remained was rubble and smoke. Any survivors, if there had been any, had moved on.
He suspected something that wasn't human may have been responsible. And if there was one thing he'd learnt about his own instinct the last 500 years... he was rarely ever wrong.
He came up to a loud tavern. He smiled. It truly reminded him of his origins. He felt Nostalgia as he missed his creator's presence. But he'd see him soon; it was a short mission, is all. He entered; the loud saxonians celebrated nothing other than another long day moving into night. He made his way to the barkeep; asking for a beer. He didn't feel for it and it did nothing to him; but he needed to at least look like he fit in.
Some heads had turned towards him; aware of his foreign presence. Not just his foreign looks, he knew. He kept it calm. He asked the barkeep what she knew about the village that had been massacred.
But the woman shrugged. She said she'd heard it was destroyed in a bandit raid, nothing more. Kyros took it in with a nod, sipping his beer. She told the truth; he could hear it in her heartbeat.
A patron overheard them - an old, fat man. He took a swig of his mug before he spoke. "It was no bandit raid, that was. It must have been wild animals, I tell yah," he said, and hiccuped. "The villagers, you see; they'd been mauled. Ripped apart," he said. The barkeep rolled her eyes at him.
But Kyros heard every word, loud as day as it sunk in. That was all the confirmation he needed. He looked into the man's eyes; his face turned a little slack as Kyros hypnotized him.
"Tell me everything you know of the village," he asked. He felt the magic work; the man would perceive it as nothing but a normal conversation, completely unaware he would do absolutely anything Kyros had commanded.
But the answer wasn't what Kyros wanted. "That's all I've heard," he said. "Some other stories of murderous bandits; but I saw one of the villagers myself. Ripped apart, I tell you," he said.
Kyros nodded; breaking the hypnotic contact. "Thank you," he said, and downed his beer, nodded kindly to the barkeep and made his way out.
He walked gently through the village, listening to the activity of the residents within their warm, thatched houses. It was cold enough to feel like it would start snowing soon; it was near the season.
Kyros found himself walking towards the edge of the village. There, across a plain field was a massive expanse of tall trees. Kyros adjusted his hearing, and tuned out the sound of the village behind as he listened out to the wild - deeply listening. He could hear nature at its best; trees and plants rustling in the breeze, birds chirping, small animals in the holes and burrows. Yet, he couldn't hear anything abnormal as of yet.
Kyros knew that it had to have been multiple vampires that did the job - he knew they could have gone any direction. Yet, this was the nearest village; they could have been here and passed through already. They could have never come here at all.
Yet... his instinct told him something else. That damn instinct. It was like a 6th sense. It told him... to wait.
He heard a snap nearby; his head turned as he watched a small figure disappear behind a building. Kyros raised an eyebrow, stepping forward, calling for them to reveal themselves. A boy stepped out, watching him with curious eyes.
"It's a bit cold to be out, isn't it?" Kyros told him. He looked 11 or 12, with blonde hair and bright blue eyes, dressed in warm clothing.
"I'd say the same for you, stranger," he said in a high voice. As he said that, Kyros heard the village chapel bell chime in the distance.
Kyros smiled at him. "What's your name, boy?" he asked.
He heard the boy swallow nervously. "Ed...Edgar," he said.
"Edgar," he said. "It's good to meet you," he said kindly. He felt the boy's nerves ease up, as he finally smiled back at him.
"I've never seen you around," he said. Kyros looked out to the forest again.
"That's because I've only ever been here once; a long time ago," he said, looking back at him. "Tell me; what do you know of the village that was destroyed, a few miles south?"
The boy lost his smile. He looked left and right; like someone might just overhear him speak. "I was told it was thieves; bandits that did it," he said. "Lots of people have lots of ideas around here," he shook his head. "But there's.... There's rumours that it wasn't bandits, or animals at all," he said.
Kyros felt his throat tighten just a little bit. He tilted his head. "And what do you think it was?"
Edgar swallowed hard again. "I heard it was monsters," he said. "They look like people; but they aren't. They kill people for fun," he said.
Kyros took the information in. Rumours travel fast. And that description hit awfully close to home. He knew he needed to find these vampires quickly, before they exposed the whole species.
"Where did you hear that, now?" Kyros asked him. He just shrugged.
"The kids around the village were talkin about it. At first I thought it was nonsense... but then I overheard a woman mention it. Then I knew it must be true," he said. Then Edgar looked out to the trees, and back at Kyros. "You don't think the monsters will come here, will they?" he asked.
He had his reply in his mind. There's no such thing as monsters, he wanted to say. Don't worry about any monsters, here, he wanted to say.
But at that second, footsteps. Kyros' head jerked towards the trees. He could hear them, moving forwards. Kyros stepped forwards; the first figure stepped from the treeline. It was a woman. Then... two others. Then 5 others. 8 vampires.
Kyros heard Edgar's heartbeat increase a thousand fold. He looked at the boy quickly. "Edgar, you need to leave, now," he said. Edgars eyes were wide, his breathing quick; but he nodded, turned and dashed away.
Kyros faced the group again, who had stopped when they noticed him. Kyros stepped forwards; halfway across the field, and stopped. He could see each of them clearly; he'd never seen them before.
The woman smiled. Her dress was torn, her hair was a mess and she was barefoot. "Are you here to join us?" she said. But Kyros raised an eyebrow.
"You're responsible for the village south of here?" he said abruptly. The smile dropped from her face. Kyros could sense the sudan unease in the vampires behind her.
"What's it to you?" she said aggressively. But Kyros only sighed.
"What is it to me? It's to me, that you're bringing us into the light." he said, looking at each and every one of the figures. A few men, some women. A younger boy, near the back. The boy was the only one that didn't look hungry. Kyros could see it... almost like he didn't want to be there.. "And that's against the rules," he said.
The woman sniggered. "We can do what we want," she said. "One vampire isn't going to stop us," she said. Kyros knew she was young; knew they were all young. Only young vampires were so foolish. He smiled.
"You have no idea who I am?" Kyros asked. They looked at each other. A big man spoke up, stepping forward.
"Should we?" he said; a few behind him laughed. "We're going to destroy this village... because it's fun," he said. "Stand with us, or die, boy." he said.
Boy. Like he hadn't heard that before. But it was fine. It was his young features that often made other vampires mistake his age; his tactical prowess, his strategic advantage, his experience in fighting other vampires. Much like he'd done with Aluin when he'd met him all those years ago.
But Kyros is over 700 years old now. Most vampires barely made it past 300, without getting themselves killed. And he knew none of the ones in front of him were over 200. Their mistake.
"No, I didn't think you did," Kyros said, as he rolled up his sleeves. "You will leave this village with me; we shall return to Paris at once. You will answer to the council of 12 for your actions," he said.
The council of 12; the words made the woman's smirk drop instantly. So she wasn't as young as Kyros had thought. Yet none of the others behind her seemed to know what that was. They... they were really young. And she, the clear elder of the group, had taught them nothing. Nothing but violence and bloodshed.
Without warning, three of them burst forward at super speed, flaring their fangs as they attacked. But Kyros saw them coming; and was far faster than any of them. With one swift move, Kyros beheaded the first one, and simultaneously thrust his hand into the chests of the remaining two; pulling out their hearts. All collapsed to the ground within less than 2 seconds, as Kyros stood with a heart in each hand.
Kyros felt his eyes grow black as his fangs extended in the sudden deathly silence. The remaining 5 vampires stepped back in shock. The woman had totally lost her confidence; and the realization that she lost three of her own made her hiss loudly in grief. Her progeny. But the rest didn't attack. They stepped backwards.
"We have rules," Kyros started, "for a reason," he said, taking a few steps forward. Looking at each of them. "This is the decree of the council, and if you disagree... you die," he said firmly, dropping the hearts he'd held with his blood-covered hands at his sides.
The woman looked panicked. "Who are you, to speak of authority over us?" she hissed.
This time it was Kyros' turn to smile. "My name is Kyros Laskaris," he said. Her eyes widened at the name, and she dropped to her knees. She must have been around for a while, if she was who he was. Then again... his name had become as legendary as his creators in his 500 years of service.
"Forgive us," she started. "Please, spare my family," she said. Her remaining progeny looked at her in shock.
Kyros took a step forward, "You have broken the law, and knowingly. Why?" he asked. She looked to the ground.
"I.... I lost sight of the way, the true way," she said quickly; desperately. "I see that now and I'm sorry," she said, looking back up. "Please, spare them. Take me instead," she said. "I will answer to the council," Three of the four others hissed in disagreement. A woman stepped forwards in anger.
"As if we'd let this abomination take you!" she said. She and 2 others burst forward in attack, before she could stop them.
Kyros found a stick on the ground; at speed he snapped it in half, staking two of them. As they both fell the last jumped at him, baring her fangs with a loud hiss; but he was faster, jamming his hand through her chest and pulling her heart out.
The woman on her knees cried out as they died; but she didn't dare attack. Kyros stood up tall, moving forward.
Only one more vampire stood behind her - the boy. His eyes were wide. Kyros looked to him, and back to her.
"This... is the example you show him?" he said. "That we are to take what we please, when we want to?" he said, shaking his head. "You will answer to the council," he said. Then... her head jerked up at him in anger.
"Then I'm already dead," she said. The sudden change of tone took Kyros by surprise; with sudden ferocity she burst forward; slamming into Kyros, knocking him down. She was on top of him, clawing at his face.
He caught her left hand and broke it hard. She screamed in pain as Kyros sped up, grabbing her and throwing her hard against a tree a few feet away. With one swift move, he grabbed the stake he'd used on one of the dead vampires, ripped it from their chest and burst forward. He grabbed her throat, slammed her against the tree and impaled her through the heart.
She gasped loudly; Kyros watched as her skin lost any remnants of colour; she stuttered for breath as life left her form, her skin turning dark before she slumped over, dead once and for all.
Kyros breathed deeply as he stepped back. He looked back at the scene; the 6 other bodies sprawled around the field. He reached into his pocket and took out a piece of cloth and cleaned his hands.
He looked up. The boy had moved near him, looking at his creator in shock. But... he wasn't saddened. A progeny was sired to their creator, no matter the relation between them, and you most certainly felt it when their creator found their demise. Yet... he showed no remorse. No sadness, no pain.
"She wasn't your creator, was she?" Kyros asked the boy. He looked 15 or 16, with olive skin, a thin face and curly black hair; he shook his head.
"My creator is dead," he said. "She found me," he said, looking at Kyros. It was then Kyros could see a tear slide down his cheek. "Are you going to kill me?" he said sadly.
But instead of answering; Kyros felt frozen. He looked deep into his eyes. He could see no malice. No evil.
"What's your name?" he said.
"Matteo," he said, wiping his face. Kyros nodded.
"It depends. This group... were they important to you?" he asked. Matteo thought for a second, and shook his head.
"No," he said. "They were monsters," he said.
"Then why stay with them?" he asked. He looked towards the woman again.
"Because I was alone," he said. The voice of the boy made Kyros' heart pang in sadness. He stepped forward, lifting Matteo's chin to look him in the eyes again. There was a moment of silence before Kyros spoke.
"You don't look like a monster," he said softly. The boy's face was delicate, simple. Beautiful. The boy's eyes spoke thankfully.
"How old are you?" Kyros asked. Matteo blinked.
"24," he said. "I was 16 when I turned," Kyros nodded. He knew the vampires were young. It was usually the young vampires that were drowning in their newfound power and strength.. But he didn't seem that foolish. Or stupid.
"And her?" he asked, pointing to the woman. Matteo shrugged.
"I don't know. About 150 years old or so. She wasn't specific," he said. "She just promised I wouldn't be alone," he said. It was then that Kyros felt a deep sympathy for this boy. He didn't deserve what he'd been given.
"Well, Matteo," Kyros said, looking back as he heard the mob of people coming from a distance. "Come with me," he said, looking back. "And I promise you never have to be alone again," he said. Matteo's eyes widened at the statement - almost like he couldn't believe he'd just heard the words come from Kyros. But then he smiled, and nodded.
Before the mob could arrive, Kyros led the way as they dashed off into the night. Running through the trees, he felt the boy on his tail as they swerved through the growth at a speed too fast for humans to see directly. They made it far enough to be safe from the mob. slowing to a walk.
They came across a stream; Kyros leant down and used it to properly clean his hands. The boy dipped his own hands in, and gently washed his face.
"The village," Kyros asked without looking up. "Tell me what happened," he asked. The question made Matteo stop, then look to the floor. Kyros could feel the regret in his being as he looked at him.
"They were bloodthirsty; the others. It just happened. They lost control, and kept killing. Nothing could stop them when they rampaged, drunk on blood. Not the screaming, not the crying..." he said. His tone was dead as he spoke. Traumatized.
Kyros watched him as he explained. After there was silence for a few seconds, Kyros raised an eyebrow.
"And you?" he asked. Matteo looked at him, then down to the floor with a shrug again.
"I didn't really take part. I just... watched it happen. I didn't know what to say, or what to do. I felt... I felt so lost." he said. Now, Kyros could hear him start to cry.
Kyros stood, moving towards him; the boy looked up at him, his big tearful eyes filled with regret. First, Kyros gently rubbed the tears from his face; then he lifted Matteo's arm and scratched it lightly; some blood seeped out before it healed shut. Kyros gently touched the blood with his finger and tasted it, focusing his mind.
Memories flashed before his eyes; of Matteo's human life, of his turning, his changing, his creator's death at the hand of hunters. The woman finds him, travelling with the others. Then the village massacre. He stood by, crying. Watching the bloodshed. He wasn't lying.
"You really are pure, aren't you?" Kyros asked with a smile. Now, Matteo smiled back, and shrugged again.
"I don't know if any of us could be pure ever again," he said honestly.
The sentence rang home with Kyros; he said nothing as he blinked in surprise. He was totally right, after all.
"Where are you from? And where are we going?" he asked.
"I work for the council of twelve; my creator sits at the head. The rulers of our world," Kyros explained. "We shall return to the coven in Paris at once. You'll find refuge there with us."
"And when they find out I was part of the group that massacred the village?" he asked.
Kyrose smiled simply; gently touching his cheek. The boy closed his eyes, leaning into his hand. Kyros realized he truly had been alone; a lost soul with no one to guide him. It was at that point that Kyros felt a deep and sincere care for the boy that seemed to pop out of nowhere. Something he hadn't felt truly in a very long time.
"They won't," he said. Matteo's eyes opened in confusion. "Because you weren't part of the group," he said suggestively. "You were just a lost vampire who helped me stop them," he said. Matteo's eyes widened. But he nodded in understanding.
After they'd cleaned up, the two of them dashed off into the night; after a few hours, Kyros felt the sunrise approaching. They needed to take refuge, and soon. They were in farmlands; they came across a small road. They followed it and happened upon an abandoned farmhouse that lay empty.
Kyros and Matteo walked up, listening for activity. There was none. Kyros pushed open the front door. He stepped forward. No owners of the house, so they entered. It was truly abandoned; some broken furniture littered here and there.
They scouted the house; only one room didn't have windows. It lay bare, but it would have to do. Kyros found an old curtain in the living space, and laid it on the floor in the room. Matteo sat on it as Kyros secured the house; closing the door and setting a noise trap in case there were any surprise visitors.
Returning to the room, he noticed Matteo deep in thought. He quietly sat next to him. There was silence for a few seconds before he spoke.
"Tell me about your creator," Kyros told him. At that, Matteo smiled.
"His name was Augustus," Matteo told him. Kyros recognized the origin of the name.
"Roman?" he asked and Matteo nodded.
"I'm from Southern Italy," he told Kyros. "We left shortly after he turned me. Wanted to travel, to see the world," he said. The story twisted the sympathy and nostalgia inside Kyros' heart even further. All it did was remind him of he and Nolanus; whom had travelled the county to see the world.
"I'm from Greece," Kyros told him; there was a moment of silence.
"I figured, with the name," he said; his delicate face spreading into a small smile. "When were you turned?" he asked. "Your speed and strength... it was something to behold. You took the others out like they were a game," he admitted. Kyros thought it would be fear in his voice. Instead... It was an admiration.
"I turned 726 years ago," he said; Matteo's eyes widened.
"I've... I've never met anyone older than 300 years old. That was Augustus," he said.
"Well," Kyros started, gently putting his arm over the boy's shoulder. "You're going to meet far older vampires at the coven," he said. "But you're safe now,"
Matteo shuffled closer to Kyros, gently leaning into his arm. Kyros could sense his comfort; his sense of safety there, with him.
Matteo told him of Augustus - Matteo had been an orphan, living on the streets. The man found him, fed and clothed him. Said he was reminded of his son, who'd passed. Matteo asked to go with him; so he turned him. Then he died less than a year later, after they'd been found by a group of hunters. He'd gotten away. But he still remembered the feeling of his creator dying.
Kyros noticed he seemed to tear up a little. He knew that if Nolanus died, he wouldn't know how to cope - as old and strong as he was now. He gently hugged Matteo closer; and Matteo responded by squeezing into him tighter. Kyros knew how much Matteo missed his creator. He couldn't necessarily feel it, like a sired vampire could; but he could tell.
The sun started peaking over the horizon and their energy levels dropped substantially. Kyros got up to close the door; and stopped. He turned; Matteo was standing right behind him. His big, beautiful eyes looked at him with affection.
"Thank you for saving me," he said. Kyros was lost for words, smiling at him as he gently touched his cheek. Matteo lent forward and kissed him gently. It was unexpected; but Kyros felt the fire erupt in his stomach as the kiss deepened. Kyros' arms wrapped around his skinny frame, and they backed and lowered onto the curtain. The sun made little difference to their intensity as Matteo's legs wrapped around Kyros' waist.
It didn't take long; Kyros gently stripped Matteo of his garments. He was taken aback; he was so beautiful, in his naked glory. His cock stood hard and tall; only a tuft of hair at the base, and his circumcised penis throbbed in anticipation. Kyros engulfed him as Matteo moaned; their senses on fire as they moved on autopilot. Kyros brought him to orgasm quickly; sucking in each and every drop of his seed; but Matteo didn't lose a single bit of arousal as he forced Kyros onto the curtain. Kyros watched as he pulled his own clothing off; leaving him as naked as he.
His beautiful face moved down, taking hold of Kyros' cock, pulling down the foreskin and sucking it into his mouth. He moved up and down with delicacy; lightly coaxing his cock with saliva, moving off and gently caressing every single part of him. Nearing his own orgasm, Kyros grabbed him, holding him close as they flipped. Matteo lay on his back, bringing his legs up as Kyros lubricated himself with spit. It was a slow penetration, but Matteo's eyes rolled back as Kyros entered him, until he was fully inside him.
They fucked and fucked, till the sun was well up. Kyros made Matteo orgasm twice more; his stomach and chest covered in orgasmia until Kyros finally came himself. As they collapsed into each other's arms, Matteo held him close; so close that Kyros had to gently stroke him bareback to calm him down. Matteo fell asleep; Kyros sniffed his beautiful soft hair as he held him.
He truly was a lost soul. But Kyros knew then and there that he would look after him as his own. He wasn't his sire. But in those few moments together, he certainly felt like he was. He was his; and nothing would change that.