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Underworld: Beginnings	By : crimsoncoral Category: S through Z > Underworld Views: 2983 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I'm obviously not profiting from this story. Underworld and it's characters are not mine. Though i wouldn't mind owning Lucian for a day or two....eh...ya anyway... carrying on.

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   Her appointment with the seamstress was grueling, as was the custom, she had been in her room the whole night as the vampiress took her measurements and questioned her about colors. Her maid in waiting, Luka, as well as various other vampires were in her chamber blathering on with the ceaseless gossip that marked the workings of a court. There were six of them in total. Luka, of course, the worthiest of the lot with her shoulder length blond hair, dark bleu eyes and fine lips. Her face was long and narrow, not beautiful but hardly unpleasant to look upon. Her loyalty was beyond question as it had been since their childhood. Luka was a pureblood, as the daughter a council member her station was not a humble one, though one would not tell from her composure. She was quiet so that her presence was often overlooked, but she listened intently a trait that had proven helpful to Sonja on many occasions. Sonja often remarked that Luka was much less pliant then she appeared to be. Then there were the twins Dezaray and Derayza, who were the complete opposites of Luka. They were loud, often displaying a boisterousness that would fit easily amongst the lycans. They were not purebloods: they had offered themselves freely to Marcus begging for immortality. Marcus bedded them both and drank of them but did not turn them; Brody his foot servant was given the task. Apparently Marcus had waited silently for their untimely demise and when they lived on it is rumored he said “Harlots in life, why not a harlots in death? Remove them from my chambers Brody and into yours. Perhaps they could learn something from you that I care not to teach them. ” They had increased in station since then, from mere harlots to head of the concubines in Corvinus Castle, undoubtedly aided by their full curvaceous bodies and their immunity to shame. Then there was Braedyn, a slightly buck-toothed pureblood, married to Ordam a council member. She was with child, though it did not show. Once Sonja’s governess, Sonja knew that any child born with her as a mother would surely suffer. Maleen, heir to an Elders’ throne as Amelia’s daughter, was the youngest of them all. Her brown hair was up in a short ponytail above her shoulders as with deceptive innocence she eyed the competition. Barely above 70 her infatuated obsession with Marcus had already become the stuff of legends, though no one would dare mention it to her face. She had more then once, to her mother’s grief and never-ending embarrassment, propositioned the elder only to be at the receiving end of a barked denial or a weary brush-off. It was also said that her sexual escapades were often punctuated by the tortured screams of her mortal lovers. No doubt why Marcus is cautious to bed her. And finally there was Teera. Teera, like Luka, was one of the few of her visitors that were admittedly tolerable, even likeable. She was the daughter of death dealers and a death dealer in training herself. The court had high hopes for her as did Sonja: she was a good fighter and bright, if sometimes a little overzealous. Here however, in this setting, she seemed out place and more then a little uncomfortable. Sonja did not blame her.
   “The traditional red is a must my lady.” The seamstress commented, bringing Sonja out of her reverie. “Naturally.” Sonja agreed sarcastically “Because the red drapes, red carpets, red table cloth and the red chairs are not enough… Why don’t you paint me red while you are at it? Perhaps I will blend into the furniture and no one will notice if I disappear.” Teera emitted a light giggle that was immediately stifled. There was a brief silence in the room that attested that she also had a reputation that preceded her before the steady buzz in the room continued. In all truth Sonja missed her father and she loved him dearly, the past 200 years without him had been trying and she would have gladly given anything to have had him around. Though she was excited to have him back the thought of subjecting herself to the courtiers’ constant prattling, gossiping and flippant wastes of time was agony.
   She had managed, with Luka’s help, to complete the preparations for the ceremony the previous night. This night her gown was to be prepared after which she was free to do whatever she pleased, so long as it was within the castle walls. She was not to risk her life in anyway, or handle any weapons. Which therefore meant she was forbidden to participate in harmless training with the death dealers, until after the ceremony.
   Sonja, rising from the chair on which she had been laying prostrate and lifeless, moved languidly to the opposing wall where she pushed a stained glass window open and peered over the courtyard. The night sky was sprinkled with crystal stars and an immense full moon. The breeze in the night air brought faint scents from the small village of Evershot west of the castle, which then whispered through her loose long black hair causing it to billow about her face. She thought of Seti, her large black stallion and the freedom he granted her when she rode him. Not for the first time in her long life she felt trapped and wished she could scale the walls down and away from her subjugation as a council member and heir to a throne. She wanted the grit, grime, glory and honor of battle not the frills, giggles and mindless bickering of courtiers. Looking up once again at the majestic full moon that sat proud, high in the sky she thought about the death dealers that were undoubtedly beyond the castle walls on their regular patrols. The animals will be out tonight… As if upon cue, the howls that she had heard the night before picked up again. She heard the vampires behind her start whispering about the of werewolves and their forsaken howling. Sonja smiled at the fear present as in Maleen’s voice when she napped “Oh close that damned window and block out that wretched wailing. ”
   She stayed at the window a little while longer and just as she decided to step away she noticed a figure moving in the thick darkness of the barracks’ shade. In the darkness even her vampire eyes could not clearly distinguish the details of his features. Upon careful studying, she was able to recognize who it was: it was the lycan slave from the night before. He lingered in the darkness a moment longer before he made his way to the middle of the courtyard where, under the light of the full moon, she could see his profile clearly. When he walked his head had been tilted downward always with his eyes on the ground like a good slave, but as he reached a standstill in the middle of the yard his head lifted higher until he eyes looked up and he stared at the moon. Sonja had spied other Lycan’s behave in a much similar fashion and though she always found it interesting she never quite understood it. But now, as she watched him and the way the muscled curves of his sun kissed skin glistened beneath the light and the way his whole body seemed to sway with the wind as if listening to a lullaby she realized he was simply basking in the tranquility of the full moon. His head then tilted - exactly like that of a wolf that was listening intently- he was unmoving. Then after moments of listening to his purer brethrens, he closed his eyes, and let out the longest most mournful howl she had ever heard. Sonja’s breath caught in her throat, as she studied his features. Who thought such beauty could be found in an animal? Another plaintive howl filled her ears and the werewolves beyond the castle walls were still, Sonja’s heart dropped, his howl was different from theirs somehow... What story are you singing to them? She wondered Of what sorrow do you wail, animal? Even as she thought it, the word seemed wrong somehow. Her eyes moved over his tan skin, from his long unkempt brown hair to his shabby clothing and then settled on the unguarded misery that gradually appeared when he started howling and that was now plainly evident on the slave’s face. Could an animal sing so heartfelt a song? Could an animal feel the suffering that was clearly evident on his face? Sonja watched his soot covered hand reach up to the moonshackle and she noticed the blood trickling down his neck as wisps of smoke curled upwards to the sky. She understood immediately We are the same…you and I. Sonja found herself thinking But where shackles bind you, I am bound by duty. In that moment, she was about to call out to him when a flash of the rabid monsters that lived beyond the castle walls appeared in her mind: animalthe images reminded her. She stopped short and as she was stepped back from the window to begin closing the shutters she heard Luka let in a group of vampires. From the clicking that followed them in, Sonja knew they were death dealers before she saw them. “Lady Sonja!-“ one of them started before the shutters banged shut.
   Lucian jumped as he heard the voices and the bang as the window slammed shut. Slightly embarrassed he turned his head to the wall expecting to find a disgusted vampire staring down at him. Instead he saw the vaguely familiar shadow of a woman behind a yellow and red stained glass window … Sonja? How could I reduce myself to this? Howling like a savage! In front of her, no less… Another even stronger wave of embarrassment came over him as he imagined her disgust. He almost never allowed himself to give in to the animal inside him, but sometimes when under the powerful spell of a full moon it was hard to ignore the beast’s demands. Placing both his hands over his face in shame, Lucian breathed deeply desperately wishing himself away from his existence. Yet again he’d proved his masters correct, yet again his lycan penchant for impulse had reduced him to mindless reaction… Lucian felt another howl building in the deepest part of his heart but it was stifled before the sound even touched his lips. Lucian thoughts were interrupted with the howls that picked up once more. Their intensity had increased, it seemed Lucian had inadvertently riled them up. Sonja hardly hesitated before she unceremoniously threw all of her unwanted guests out of her chamber and changed into her death dealer outfit. Through her mirror Sonja saw a worry, not yet spoken, plainly expressed on Luka’s face who was standing behind her. Sonja waited patiently, she knew the words would come and they did. “Sonja, you are disobeying a direct order. Marcus will be furious. He is not your father, he will no-” “
   Oh you worry too much. What is the worse he will do? And besides, thanks to you all the preparations are done, the colors for my blasted outfit have been decided… what more could he want?” “
For you to-” “I’m going Luka, no sense in trying to change my mind. And anyway, you won’t tell him, I won’t tell him and I’m pretty sure Khan won’t either. Marcus won’t know I’m gone.”
Pulling her boots over her black leather pants she turned around, gave her childhood friend a quick kiss on the cheek and hurried out the door. The death dealers had already left; she was to meet them at the outskirts of the castle. Maleen peeked down the corridor to Sonja’s chamber from where she hid, her back pressed against the wall a sly smile upon her lips. She listened carefully as the door opened, closed shut and Sonja’s quick footsteps distanced down the hall. When Sonja was well out of the shot of hearing, she turned and dashed down the opposing hallway straight to Marcus’ chamber doors. Maleen felt herself begin to tremble as she approached the doors, his scent was faint in the hall right outside his door but she could still smell him and she knew that if her heart could beat it would be racing. He’s beautiful, powerful and deadly. If I could just get him to see me. She composed herself by straightening her large golden gown and readjusting her tussled hair. Marcus looked down at the beautiful, naked blond that lay with her legs splayed open before him. The only thing that rivaled the sweetness of traveling down her thighs to the slight mound of her secret passage was the thick bittersweet taste of blood trickling down his throat. He pressed down on her thighs spreading them even farther as he knelt between them. Her eyes met his and she leaned over to the complicated ties that closed his pants as her lips reached up to his. The ties above his hardening flesh were quickly coming undone and their lips were hungrily-

BANG BANG BANG
Marcus eyed the door in irritation, his green eyes immediately turning to cold blue. The sultry laugh resounded beneath him as Evza seductively whispered a hand over his still hardening flesh to his waist, up his chest before over his neck then to his cheek were it rested. “I’m not going anywhere Master… Please hurry.” She pleaded, her body shifting wantonly on the red and gold satin sheets. Marcus debated ignoring the interruption but when the banging started again he got off the bed and opened the door brusquely.
“What?” Expecting to come face to face with a male, he had misjudged the height of his unwanted visitor leading his eyes to settle a full head above her face. As his eyes drifted down and he saw who was actually standing at his door his mood became foul and his voice deadly. “This- milady-” Marcus snarled “had better be good.” Maleen was looking up at him with her eyes wide and her lips slightly agape; her infatuation was excruciatingly obvious. Marcus could not abide her, if she were not Amelia’s daughter, he would have her whipped and sent to the werewolf slaves to sate their hunger for females; there were after all very few bitches among the lycans. She passed her hand over her hair and stared at him seductively. Marcus’ anger flared again. She was shameless, without honor and desperate. He saw her eyes drift past him to the voluptuous, blue-eyed blond that lay on his bed. Her expression changed to a deep-seated jealousy, Marcus couldn’t have cared less “Don’t make me ask again…”

She smiled mirthlessly “It’s Sonja.” She paused for effect then “She’s gone with the death dealers again.” Marcus stiffened, the anger in him finally bubbling out of control “WHAT?!” Evza shot up on the bed behind him her eyes resting on her lovers’ back, her expression weary.
Sonja had readied her horse and now guided Seti swiftly out of the stable and to the gate. She was almost there, she could be out in a matter of minutes and back before anybody even noticed, her pace started quickening. Then, on the platform above the gates where the vampires stood sentry, she saw a small gathering of men that she immediately recognized as a small few of Marcus’ personal guards. Sonja slowed her pace and moved into a small shack to her side making sure that Seti was well hidden inside with her. There was talk between the men, low and indistinct but then she heard Marcus’ voice clear above the others.

“She is not to leave castle grounds!”

“Yes, Sir!” The sentries chorused.


She peered through a small crack in the dark brown wood from which she watched patiently until she saw Marcus ride away on his steed. She was going to have to find another way out. She waited until Marcus was out of sight before she snuck out of the shack and made her way to the back of the castle. She melded seamlessly into the shadows, not a sound emitting from her except for the hoof beats of her horse. There was a smaller gate here, secret unguarded gate here. Maybe she could reach it before Marcus dis-
“My Lady will not make it to that gate in time.” Sonja jumped, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. She spun around her hand going reflexively to the sword hanging at her waist. There he was, for the third time in two nights. His long disheveled brown hair fluttering in the wind, his sun tanned muscular body shone slightly with sweat, a short scruffy beard covered his face and his eyes wore the mark of the Lycan curse. The centers of his eyes were of a deep blue, the surrounding a black deeper then that of endless night. He snuck up on me…He snuck up on me! He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her.

“You would dare! Beast! Unhand me!” she was enraged How dare he! How dare he?! What does he mean to do? She could only imagine what an animal would attempt to do had he found a woman by herself. “You would dare to touch me? You filthy animal what do you think to do?!” Her voice had risen and he put a hand over her mouth to quiet her. She felt his hard body against her back, his body’s warmth heated up her cool skin, his odor was strong and musky but not unpleasant. He would clearly have been considered an alpha male among the lycans… He was overwhelming.
   She began to struggle when he pushed her into a small storing room to their side and slammed the door shut behind him. What’s going on? What does he mean to do? Filthy animal! “ She lunged for the door but just then she heard the hoof beats of horses and a very familiar voice that caused her to refrain from opening it.

“Lucian!” Marcus’ voice called out. Lucian… Is that not the name of the first of the lycans? Lucian? Yes it is. I remember him. Father let him live. Lucian.

“My Lord.”

Lucian listened intently, hoping that she would stay hidden in the storage room. Hopping she would not step out and accuse him for what he had just done. He’d overstepped his bounds, if any vampire ever discovered of this he would be punished. He licked his lips, his eyes fixed on the floor shifting nervously as Seti whinnied beside him.

“What do you do here?”

“I was collecting metals scraps, Your Excellence, for Muni the blacksmith.” Well at least that much is true.

“And that horse? That is Lady Sonja’s horse is it not?” “I would not know My Lord, if I had not but seen her here moments ago.” Lucian heard a shift in the storage room followed by a muffled gasp, thankfully at that moment Seti whinnied rather loudly and stomped a front hoof petulantly on the coble stone as if sensing the uncomfortable tension sweltering in the atmosphere. What am I doing? I could be beaten, whipped -FLAYED- for this. His body shivered yet his mind was set and would not be cowed by the fear of bodily harm. Lucian remembered his earlier display of unrestraint and felt his embarrassment rise again slightly. I can be better then that. I can! Lucian tried to convince himself, though he wished it he knew it was a ridiculous thought.

“Her ladyship left her horse and went in a mighty haste towards the forgotten towers… I did not comprehend her rush and I did not dare to follow. Did I do wrong, your Excellence?”

Marcus nodded at him “No, you did well slave. Carry on… Be sure to put that horse in the stables.” Lucian hadn’t lifted his head “My Lord.” “Angelo, with me to the towers. The rest of you, spread out and search the castle grounds.” His men scattered while the Elder and his bodyguard made way to the towers.
   Lucian turned to the room where Sonja was hidden and opened the door, the princess walked out. She looked at him briefly, then brushed her hands over her clothing removing the cobwebs and filth that covered her cloths.

“Forgive my transgression, milady, I meant no disrespect.”

“It seams slave, that you utter this sentence frequently.” She heard him mutter something

“Repeat yourself, I did not hear.” “I said it seems only to happen around you. My Lady.”

“Watch yourself slave, that I do not have you lashed!”

“Forgive me I-“

“meant no disrespect? Yes, I know. So you keep saying. Yet I cannot help but feel disrespected. I do not appreciate being manhandled by slaves!”

“My Lady I-” His eyes were still on the floor

“However, I cannot help but feel thankful.” Lucian’s eyes snapped up and settled on hers. She held his gaze earnestly and a small smile graced her lips “I recognize the risk you took and I am deeply grateful for it. I assure you lycan that, though I do not know your intentions and cannot say that I trust them, this risk and seeming act of kindness will not be forgotten.” Lucian could not take his eyes off her. He helped her open the gates, mount her horse and they stayed fixed on her back even after she had disappeared in the darkness of the forest. I do not know my full intentions either, My lady, and I trust them even less then you.
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