Rajah stepped back from his latest conquest, blood still dripping from his claws. The battles and trials had been fierce, but each one meant that he was one step closer to achieving his goal. The Simba were a proud people, recently brought low by the actions of the mad black lion, Blacktooth. Though the line of black lions was a noble one, ( Read more... )

Valerius was standing inside a large chamber, rounded at the top. The acoustics in the room made the screams that echoed through it all the more deafening. Flames soared up the sides of the walls and the scent of brimstone surrounded him. In the back of his mind was a phrase, but with the cacaphony present in the room it was inaudible ( Read more... )

Joseph found himself squatting at the edge of yet another building, staring down at the people who walked below. He glanced over at one of the nearby gargoyles, immobile stone statues carved hundreds of years ago to ward off evil. London apparently didn't have enough of those, he mused. Staring at it, he found himself half expecting it to start ( Read more... )

Valerius mulled over the occurrence of the prior evening. The blood he had tasted was like fine wine and succulent veal from his days among the living. It was blood he knew that he would taste again and again. He marveled that what he felt after the third taste was exactly the same as he did prior to it. From the tales, the Blood Bond was a ( Read more... )

As Joseph watched Kira and Valerius, he felt a twing of jealousy come over him. As quickly as it came unbidden, he dismissed it. It was foolish to feel jealous about a woman you'd lost so long ago. A woman you should not even remember. Besides, Joseph thought to himself, it won't last for long. Kira gets tired with men, Joseph knew that from ( Read more... )

Valerius sat in his chair, fingers steepled as he watched Kira sleep. His thoughts drifted back to the night before and the passion he found in her arms. A strange thing, he mused, passion in his cold dark soul, but a thing he nonetheless experienced. His humanity was something he placed little value on, using rituals and potions to negate the ( Read more... )

Valerius stood, hand pressed against a wall as if leaning into it. In truth his senses ranged throughout the building. From his seemingly innocent vantage point he could sense the King and his courtiers, the wandering Toreador, and his new companion. Ghouls littered the museum as well but he paid them little heed ( Read more... )

A knock on the door roused Valerius from his contemplation as he sat, watching Kira's resting body. His attentions were drawn not so much from her physical beauty, which he was forced to admit was formidable, but to her innocence of spirit. To so openly sleep near a vampire of poorer generation would be unthinkable to him, yet here she lay ( Read more... )

Valerius dreamed dreams of his own for the first time in decades. The cries of the arena were still in his ears as he strode the colleseum, testing the fallen for signs of life. But gone were the screams of the damned that haunted his every moment both sleeping and waking for far to long ( Read more... )

As Lancelot slept, his dreams were fitfull. Tossing and turning he felt subconsciously as if he were being thrown about by great waves. As his sight cleared he found himself at the shore of great sea, sand and rounded rocks surrounding him. He stood, water dripping from his half naked body, and started in towards the grassy hill that lay beyond ( Read more... )