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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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Sorry that I haven't update this fanfic in so long. I'm going to try to complete it. I figure I could probably finish it in about 3 or 4 more chapters. *Crosses fingers* ^_^ Hope you like it. Forgive the mistakes, typos and such… I'm also trying to remain consistent with the writing style… must get back into the mood of the fanfic and the storyline lol. Watching the movies to help me on… be patient with me ^_^.
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The large circular room, normally eerie in it's silence, was buzzing with the noisy chattering of the awakening ceremony. Large red tapestries covered the walls above where Markus reclined. His eyes studied the tapestry images of himself during the creation of his kind. His body lay unmoving like his arms from which two tubes channeled his blood to a glass coffin where Sonja's father lay unconscious. His body was sucking in Markus' blood and memories taking in the past hundred years as if drinking a glass of water. The draining had been going on for at least 20 minutes, it had given Markus' alabaster skin a translucent quality and his eyelids began to droop. This was a very delicate and dangerous time for the coven. With one elder asleep, one in the delicate process of awakening and the last drained of his power if the coven was attacked they would have no trump card. The coven would be in danger of loosing a leader or even worse of complete destruction, the elders in danger of loosing their lives. Security was always high during awakenings, however in spite of the strong undercurrent of apprehension and an eagerness to be done with it there was always a celebration.
Sonja sat back on her ornamented seat beside Gerard who she could feel watching her intently. The vampire had been like her shadow since he'd arrived at Corvinus Castle. He was with her almost at every second, constantly hounding her about his court etiquette and expectations. The themes of marriage and roles of and aristocrats' wife seemed to be one of his favorite topics. She had no doubt in her mind that he had plans for her but she also had no doubt in her mind that she would rather be ripped apart by the beasts beyond the Castle walls. Further she knew that her father would not permit him to take her away from everything she had ever known and loved against her will. Sonja brought the warm cup of spiced blood to her lips and sipped it; before she knew it she found her mind drifting back to Lucian. Thoughts of him seemed to sneak up on her more and more frequently; when they did her emotions ranged from deep-seated guilt to curiosity then to a blooming fondness. She hadn't lied to him, when she had told him about the awe and the envy of the courtiers. She would be lying if she didn't admit, at least to herself, that she was among those who were awed.
Sonja brought the cup back to her lips, when she felt another hand slowly clasp onto hers. She looked over and saw Gerard who was holding on to her hand a slight look of possession on his face. Sonja felt her stomach sink, disgust bubbled up in her and there was a mild bitter taste in her mouth. She pulled her hand away and drank deep of the blood to rid herself of the taste in her mouth. He seemed like he was about to make a statement when movement in her father's glass coffin caught her attention, at that moment Marcus sat up abruptly. His eyes were blank and his skin appeared thin and delicate over muscle. Evza had made her way to the foot of the glass coffin in which he lay, her eyes teary. He reached down to her and she took his hand placing a gentle kiss on it. Sonja was sure that Maleen stood in the crowd somewhere, plotting Evza's untimely death. Evza could never be considered an official bride for an elder, but she could and had enjoyed the endless favor of Marcus who seemed to hold a bottomless affection for the concubine. Even in this moment as they looked at each other it seemed they spoke intimately with their eyes alone, Evza's sorrow was plain on her face. Sonja was always fascinated by their interactions; it was such a delicate thing to interact with one of a higher class, especially an elder. Evza managed these interactions, especially where Marcus was concerned, with a comfortable ease to be admired. Markus caressed her face. Sonja wondered what it was like for Evza to be so close to the one she loved, to be able to be with him so intimately but never have their love and his value for her be enough to convince the coven of her worth. Marcus looked up from her then started to speak as loudly as he could in his weakened state.
"Our strength lies in blood, our weakness lies in blood, our secrets lie in blood; our blood knows all, our blood sees all. Our blood is all."
"For blood is memory." The room chorused
"Blood memory is the great truth, our great truth, our essence passed to another. Tonight, I have shared my truth with another. Tonight I united once more with the great we- "
"We, we, we. The great we, the great chain of memories, the memories of the Elders."
"Another blood link in our chain has been bonded. Tonight, my truth, my memories, my blood, has joined the great chain of we"
"We, we, we. The great chain of memories."
"so my reign becomes that of the we. So my truth becomes that of the we. So my knowledge becomes that of the we. The sharing of blood memories has ended and so shall the 3rd reign of Marcus the elder come to an end. Let Viktor the elder awaken."
"Awaken! Awaken! Awaken!"
Then there was a long pause in the room. Everyone's ears strained some eyes drifted from Marcus to the glass coffin where Viktor lay; others just fixed their gazes on Marcus. Sonja's heart was in her throat, worried that there would be no reply, that the ceremony would have to be drawn out, that her father needed more time. But then slowly, she saw his fist rise in the glass coffin and it delivered three hard punches to the glass coffin. The last one cracked glass.
Sonja moved from where she was sitting to stand by her father's coffin. He could not speak, and she was the closest blood relation he had, she would speak for him "So begins the 3rd reign of Viktor the Elder." Sonja's eyes met her father's just as they opened and she could see him try to smile. She smiled back at him, she was excited to see him awake again, but at the back of her mind when an image of Lucian slowly crept up on her again, she felt a pit in her stomach.
Lucian was awakened by the strong smell of smoke followed by the sounds of crackling and groaning wood. Lucian was immediately fully awake, his body struggling against the bonds though he could do nothing to free himself. A fire had been set in one of the smaller isolated barracks whose sundried wood spread the fire with ease. Lucians could tell that the lycans were stunned; he could see their hesitation as easily as he could smell the smoke. There was a deep-seated need for a leader; the need for an alpha was so intrinsically rooted in their nature that without one they would be useless. All looked at one and other their eyes begging each other to take control. There is more then one alpha among us, but they have all had their backbones stripped from them by our overlords. None will take control because none know how. We will all die here today if somebody doesn't do something.
There was a dull thud by his head before Lucian felt a flickering heat licking at the side of his face. Lucian looked as small showers of flaming arrows came down, his eyes never leaving his fellow lycans. Some stared at the arrows that came down, others simply skittered to shelter and stared up from there. Lucian was overcome by a terrifying jolt of bitterness and realization. These are my people, they are my responsibility. His mind whispered and as the arrows multiplied, his guilt and feeling of responsibility grew. It was I who sank my teeth into the first of them and birthed them to moonlight. All of them are descendents of my own blood… I gave them this miserable life and I cannot let them die in this misery. Lucian could feel a fire growing on the wood head; he immediately started struggling against his bonds, " Sound the alarm!" he yelled. His voice fueled by adrenaline boomed in the yard and all at once the lycans came to life as the sounds of battle rose around him. The invaders were climbing the walls into the yard; survival instincts started overtaking the lycans "Risto!" Lucian yelled to a bronzed blue eyed werewolf "Rally some men, fetch some water! PUT THOSE FIRES OUT!" The werewolf was off in an instant.
Lucian, eyes tried to keep track of the lycans that ran around him. Not being able to see their faces very well he decided to put more effort into freeing himself. The fire engulfing the wooden pole had weakened it. Bracing himself against the oncoming pain, Lucian stretched his whole body in reach for the burning pole. At first he thought he wouldn't reach but after a few tries his hand plunged into the burning fire. Pain exploded in his hand, jets arced up his arm to his torso. He wanted to pull his arm back but he fought against the urge, he gripped the burning pole and pulled. The burnt wood gave under pressure. Freeing his other arm was easy, then off came the chain that joined the moonshackle to the ground, it was easy sailing from then on.
Lucian rushed to the watchtowers and grabbed hold of a bow, he'd never actually used one, but he'd seen the blacksmith for whom he did many chores try them out more then once and he was a quick learner. It only took a few tries before he understood the mechanics of the bow, a few more tries and his aim was perfect. The humans had placed ladders and scaled the walls only where there was a clear and easy way to get down to the ground where the real battle raged. It was as if they knew exactly where to climb the walls to avoid being stranded. Something is very wrong here.
They are humans… Why are humans attacking us and why do they attack during the day. Wouldn't they attack us by cover of darkness? They are not aware after all that our overlords are of the nocturnal kind, they see the lycans here by day… Sonja! Lucian's heart skipped a beat and he thought he would throw up. She was asleep, completely unaware and vulnerable to the attack. The doors to the castle were closed and well guarded by very angry looking lycans but Lucian's gut told him that something was wrong. He jumped down, he barked commands here and there ordering some to take post on the watch towers, others to watch the castle doors or to put out fires. He saw the largely built Thrasos brandishing a heavy mace in one hand heading for the gates leading Dolly the pup, who mimicking Thrasos, had a small knife in her hand, her cute face was distorted by a mask of angry resentment and fear.
Scanning the earth for anything he could use as a weapon, Lucian picked up a long piece of wood that was charred and jagged at both ends. Against an immortal it would be laughable but against a mortal it would do just fine. A loud bang sounded from the direction of the castle. He saw the lycans that guarded the doors on the floor covered in flame. The humans' burning arrows had set the large wooden doors alight and weakened the thin metal hinges on which they swung; sending them crashing noisily to the ground. The ash and flame burst forth setting the lycans and humans that surrounded them to flame. Lucian gripped one end of his make-shift wooden spear so tightly that it pierced into his palm and as he rushed forward to the door, the humans began pouring in.
Mortals were to the immortals like ants were to humans: in small numbers their bite was a short-lived pain that was soon forgotten after the offending creature was crushed, but in swarms even tiny forgettable bites could prove deadly. The screaming had already erupted in the castle, sounds of dying echoed in the rooms and the smell of fresh blood, immortal and mortal alike, filled Lucians nostrils. As Lucian had suspected the humans had found their way into the castle, undoubtedly using some of the hidden entrances. How do they know this? This information could only come from the inside! A traitor among the immortals- His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden cry of 'Die you filthy beast!'. The human rushed him, his sword held high in the air; Lucian launched his charred piece of wood. It sailed through the air, punched a hole in the humans chest, obliterating the man's heart. The wood went right trough the human injuring another that stood behind him before splintering against the stone wall of the castle. The man fell motionless on the floor, his sword clattering beside him where it glinted and glittered. Lucian picked it up I have to warn Sonja! Lucian's keen ears could pick up the sound of feet rushing up stairs, following the sounds he made his way past the giant pillars that bordered the path to the majestic chairs facing the door, turned to the left and through the darkened corridors.
The thunder of the bells being struck by powerful arms shuddered through the castle halls announcing the attack to their masters.
Upon reaching the upper level Lucian came upon an ambushing party of humans, they held axes and stakes and they're steps were light. Easy enough for an immortal to hear but the vampires were sleeping and Lucian knew that the sleep of a vampire was the sleep of the dead. Waking before sundown drained them of energy and made them sluggish, but as soon as the sunset they were up faster then lightning. Lucian was nothing but a shadow behind them, and though all his Lycan blood sang for him to slaughter them quickly. Instead he obeyed that wiser voice at the back of his mind, which his brothers seemed to be missing, that told him to wait and to watch… so he did. He watched as the humans marched purposefully to a door and pounded on it three times successively paused then again twice. Familiar honey colored curls and grey eyes greeted them in the hallway. The traitor pointed wordlessly down the corridor to a large curtain, he made a pulling motion with his hands then quickly shut the door.
Lucian continued to watch as the mob made it's way to the indicated curtains, the mortal at the lead brushed them aside then placing his hands on the wall, seemingly seeking for something hidden. He paused, and then taking hold of a protrusion on the wall that Lucian could not see, he pulled. There was a click followed by the sound of grinding gears. The humans scattered back but were transfixed as the very wall started to move upward accompanied by a heavy dragging sound. The wall came to a stop, yet still they stared. Lucian could smell the fear and adrenaline emanating from them, it made the beast in him howl and claw to be free, to rip them to ribbons. Lucian held fast to his resolve to be patient and skulked after them in the dark as they made their way down a long winding earthy passage.
"We have arrived at the resting place of demons…" a mortal whispered. The odor of fear and adrenaline that Lucian had smelt earlier grew stronger and overpowering. So much so that he felt his blood heat like it did before the change and his eyes, he knew, where black azure, marked by his Lycan blood. His bones contorted and his muscles bulged but he could not change not without the moon and not with the moonshackle around his neck. The humans had all entered the fire lit chamber hidden beyond the passage and Lucian peered into it from the darkness. He remained still until his gaze fell upon two figures, the first lay on an ornamented bed of gold, shrouded in crimson satin. Lucian did not recognize him at first his cheeks were sunken in, his eyes closed his skin taut and translucent, his body meek. But then… Viktor? Is that really him? …The awakening ceremony, he has been awakened and this is where he recuperates. Lucian's loyalty to Viktor and to the coven had always been beyond question but today after his punishment, his eyes were opened and despite his loyalty he found himself questioning whether to turn away or to stand and fight for his masters. He felt a decision, a shocking decision, begin to take hold but before he could turn away his gaze lingered to the second figure. The second was a beautiful woman, with raven black hair, aristocratic features, and perfect lips. Sonja!
Instinctively Lucian jumped forward roaring his defiance, the humans scattered like roaches. Sonja shifted, her eyes fluttering open she was dazed though and her movements were slow, she would be of no use. Lucian could smell the arrival of sunset and he knew that for each of the six mortals in the room there would be a corpse littering the floor before dusk. Brandishing the sword in one hand and his jagged wooden spear in the other he attacked.
Jerking his arm back and up he brought the spear down on the first human, the man tried to parry but was too slow and instead the spear pierced him through his right shoulder and protruded out of his left lung he screamed in agony but was cut of by Lucian's sword slicing his head clean off his neck. The mob was jolted out of their paralyzing fear by their comrades' decapitated corpse falling forward.
"He was the first but he will not be the last…" Lucian promised the humans in a voice partially distorted by his unfulfilled change. Sonja attempted a quick movement but her body failed her and she managed only to shift positions and to emit a quiet wailing. Lucian already knew what she was trying to tell him, he knew the instant a heartbeat behind him skipped a beat and quicken in pace. One of the more courageous mortals darted toward him from behind his axe raised high, poised to be brought down into Lucian's back. The Lycan obeyed his instincts, he crouched then using his inhuman strength jumped up. He brought his legs together and spread his arms out so he took on a T shape, he leaned back to execute a summersault he landed a few feet behind his attacker his sword cleaving one human in half and his spear crushing the skull of another. The three remaining humans assaulted him as one each letting loose a violent cry. Lucian threw his spear at one catching him in the neck and impaling him on a wall. He blocked the axe of the first attacker with his sword, and effectuated a front snap kick sending the other sprawling, there was a loud crack as the man hit the floor and his helmet crashed on the ground. Lucian grabbed the axeman's wrist as the mortal attempted to wrestle him for power, clearly underestimating the extent of Lucian's strength. Lucian roared and pulled the arm forward his acute ears heard a popping sound as the man's arm was pulled out of it's socket, he didn't stop he kept pulling even as the axeman's muscles began to tear. Finally the axe fell from his hands and Lucian released him. He raised his sword to put the man out of his misery when a piercing pain screeched through his body. Lucian staggered back, glancing at the silver dagger that now was buried in his lower left abdomen and poisoned his body. The forgotten human, still laying on the ground, prepared to unleash another dagger at Lucian's heart when, from the corner of his eye the Lycan saw a glint flying through the air and with deadly accuracy slicing the man's aorta open. The human gurgled gushing blood from his fatal wound… Sonja was on her feet finally, still inert but no longer helpless.
"And then there was one…" Lucian muttered before his sword served its' purpose.
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