We were the most powerful vampire clan in all of France. We were the rulers of the land. Even the government was just our tool. I was turned into a vampire by the leader of this clan. He was the most powerful vampire to ever exist. I was turned into a vampire shortly after my 20th birthday. I was his slave. Wherever he went I was by his side with a collar and chain around my throat. I was his slave for his chambers; For his personal "service". It was not a life I wished to live. I was ready to die. One night I hid a dagger behind the pillows of his bed. That night when he was forcing himself upon me as he did every night I took the dagger out from under the pillows. He was completely off guard. The knife pierced his flesh and went straight through his heart. The crimson blood spilt from the wound. It came out as swiftly as a rapid river. He was yet dead. He was in total shock. Before he had time to think what was happening to him I was already coming at him again. He didn't have time or the strength left to put up much of a fight. I swiped my dagger at his throat and I took his head. His head hit the floor as crimson rain fell from the sky. He dropped down to his knees and fell over. He was no more. I was covered in his blood every square inch of my body. I drank what blood he had left. I didn't clean myself just wiped the blood from my face and put on little covering on my body and picked up his head. The chambers where I had spent every night since I became a vampire, it was now covered in blood and his body lied there on the floor. I took the wine that was there. There was a lot since he loved to drink. I poured bottle after bottle on his body, bed and all of his belongings. Then I lit the room on fire destroying everything that was once him. I didn't want to ever be reminded of that pig again. I took his head and left the room. I proceeded to his brother’s room and cut off his head and burned the room. I took both their heads into their father's room. He was no longer the one that was the ruler of the clan but he had always shown me a little kindness but not ever enough for me to keep him around. He was sitting at a table with the rest of the clans’ advisors and higher ups. I had the dagger that I used to kill the brothers tucked into what little clothing I had on. I was still covered from head to toe in their blood but now I was carrying a scythe. I felt that it was appropriate for me to carry such a weapon that the Grimm Reaper also carried because I was going to bring many people to Death himself that night. I threw the brothers heads onto the table. It startled the old men of the clan. I told them, "The king and his brother are dead. I am the new leader of this clan. Follow me or I shall send you to the after life to join these bastards." The old men were afraid. They were weak. Only two of them resisted me. My scythe made easy work of them as it tore threw their flesh. I walked up to the former king's father who had fallen to the ground in fear. He had defecated himself. He was not even worth killing. I banished him from France. As my first order as ruler of the clan was to have everything destroyed that belonged to the former rulers family; except the castle of course, just all of their personal belonging. I was now free. I no longer had to lay with that pig b*****d. I was happy. I had one of the maid servants draw me a hot bath to clean off the blood and stench of that b*****d and his family off me. I was still not sure what would happen. I went to take my bath. I had the chamber servant of the former king's brother stay with me as I bathed. Victoria was my best friend in the castle. I left my scythe leaning up against the wall next to the tube and I never let the dagger leave my hand. After my bath I dressed in the finest cloths in the castle and I passed the rooms that I had set ablaze. The fires were out and the rooms were entirely gutted. Nothing but the walls, ceiling and ash remained. The fires did no damage to the castle itself. As my second act as ruler I had the former rule's room and the rooms of his family quarantined off permanently for none to ever enter again. The next evening the entire population country side that the clan controlled came to the castle. This included all the vampires and thralls or familiars if you will. There were no humans in this country side that were not loyal to the vampire. I sat upon the thrown wearing a beautiful black dress and my scythe in had. Down the shot stair case that led up to the thrown the heads of the brothers sat on stakes that raised them off the floor for all in the great room to see. Seas of thralls and vampire were in the room. Many very upset to see the heads of the clan's rules on display. After they were all in, the record keep of all the clan's history walked to the front and began to speak. The crowd fell silent. He announced that I was the new clan leader and that I have taken the lives of the king and his brother and that the king's father the former ruler had been banished into exile. Many were out raged a few even tried to storm the thrown to take my life. I took my scythe and cut him in half from his torso. This was not enough to have the attempts for my life to stop. The castle guards killed off another thirty people. After the crowd had come to more of a stand still I made an announcement. It was my 3rd proclamation as ruler of the clan. "Guards round up everyone that opposes me and send them to the dungeon. Tomorrow night they shall be sent to the guillotine and the gallows for public execution. All who will join me and live under my rule shall be aloud to live." Only a handful of people resisted me. After the extinctions no one dared challenge me. We lived in peace the majority of the time except on occasion clans form the outside decided to attack us. The humans form far off lands did as well. Under my rule we wiped them out. Our clan was feared and through out Europe. During my rein we absorbed the other clans of France. We grew more powerful with every year. We eventually ruled all of France.
Story Part II
My rule lasted from the late 18th century to the mid 19th when an uprising occurred. The former king’s father had joined the vampire clans from up north from the Icelandic countries along with those who escaped from other clans that mine had absorbed. They were great in numbers and a very fierce foe. Our numbers were about even but they had better weapons and more skill then we did. We were at war with them for seven years. There were numerous casualties on both sides. I myself participated in my fare share of battles. I was the one that took the head of the man whose life I had spared decades before. How foolish I was back on that fateful night. I should have killed him then. We were on the verge of winning the war but there was a revolt amongst our own ranks. It was started by those who were still loyal follower of the former king. They had bid their time to exact their revenge upon me for killing their king. I should have seen it coming. I had my suspicions that it would happen. I just didn't expect it to come from one of my most loyal followers; One of my best friends Louis. He himself was loyal to the former king. That came as the utmost shock to me. He was a servant treated like s**t by everyone. Always whipped and beaten for amusement for the king. Why was he so loyal? Perhaps I shall never know for sure but I do know I shall have his head one day. The members of the revolt were great the loss of them to the other side took the one forth of our remaining numbers. The enemy now greatly out numbered us. The remaining loyal members of the clan now fled for their lives. I can't say I blame them. I returned to the castle to gather some things and then fled France along with my closest friends. We were being hunted we couldn't stay in Europe and fled into the Orient. There we were perused so we then fled over seas to Japan. There were twelve of us in all. But over the next two year around one hundred more soon arrived in Japan. We built a great mansion there on one of the islands. We rule there and the enemy has yet to find us. We are growing in numbers again and now rule Japan. This was several hundred years ago now. It is now modern times. I still rule the clan but have not returned to France or Europe since the War of the Immortals. We are building our numbers until the day were we can finally reclaim France and get back our past glory. I shall not rest until I set foot back in France as its ruler.
(Taken from Mylene's diary)
Japan is not all that bad in the 20th century. We are nobility here and are considered very aristocratic. We still wear the types of cloths we did way back in the 18th century it is considered gothic in this culture. They call us lolitas and goths. Some people tell the older members that they are too old to be dressing like kids. That's right our way of dress is now a fashion trend among teenagers in Japan now. The old folks just tell people that they were the ones that created the fashion so they get away with it. Some of them are even given credit for it by the designers. After all they came up with the ideas after seeing us. It is funny how these things turn out. ~Mylene August 11, 2006
Part III
Late one night a mysterious figure approached the castle gates. The man was dressed in a long black jacket. He had two broad swords strapped to his back. His finger nails were more claw like then any human or vampire nails. He had long dark hair. He appeared to be around forty years in age but was far older then he appeared. He was from the time of Jesus Christ. The guards on the castle wall all took aim at the stranger. He entered the gates. Cross bows and pistols and machine guns were pointed at all his vital spots. He also had a sword at his throat and neck. The Captain of the Guards walked up to him with sword in hand.
Frédéric the Captain of the guards then spoke, "Just who the hell do you think you are strolling up to the palace?"
The man replied, "I have nothing to tell you."
Frédéric, "Then you shall be killed. Guards...."
As soon as the stranger at the gates refused to be shackled the castle guards surrounded. One with a sword to his throat, one with a cross bow near his hear and a few with guns aimed at him. At the same moment the captain of the guards appeared behind Mylene, who was confronting the human scum that was lying before her. "We have a situation at the front gates my lady. Her is your scythe."
"Captain, shackle this human and hang him from the wall of the Great Hall. I will deal with him later."
"Yes mam"
Mylene walks to the gate to confront the stranger. While Mylene was on her way to the gate she came upon a human girl running through the hall. She didn't know where she was or how she got there. She was terrified.
Girl tremeling timidly spoke, "Wh....wh...Who are you? Wh..wh..where am I?"
Mylene, "Human why are you in my palace? It must be one of those stupid boys playing with their food again. Guard, take this scum into the Great Hall and shackle her to the wall. I'll deal with her later."
Mylene arrived at the gates. She snaps and the guards ease off but still have their weapons pointed at his vital points. Mylene walked up to the stranger and put her hand on his cheek and had her scythe behind his neck.
"I'm sorry about the ruff treatment but you will comply with what Frédéric has asked you. We can't be to careful now can we. You have yet to earn our trust. After I talk to you then we will determine your fate. You have to put your trust in us before we can put ours in yours. You'll only be shackled for a little while...unless you answer incorrectly that is."
She ran her hand down his cheek and she nicked his cheek with her finger claw ring. A small trickle of blood trickled from his cheek and she licked it off. A few seconds later the cut healed.
"It is up to you weither you comply or not; If you don't you'll die. If you do you will be treated like I treat the rest of my subjects and you'll have a chance to live. Answer my questions and you shall not be shackled for long."
The Stranger, "I shall abide by your laws for now. But even if I didn't you couldn't do anything to me. You wouldn't even be able to put a scratch on me. These bonds won't hold me!" He said it in a very ruff tone. Clearly he was angry about this.
Thinking, 'Who the hell does this guy think he is? I hate these arrogant pricks.'
"Like I said don't worry you won't be in shackles much longer. After questioning you will be realist and provided with blood and a room. Oh and stranger don't even try to break your bonds. They have been enchanted to render your strength to that of a babe. If you try to break them you will feel great pain like a demonic lightning surging through your body and soul."
Mylene led the group into the Great Hall. The human scum was chained to the wall as she directed. A guard brought out a heavy wooden chair and placed it at the foot of the stairs that led to the throne. Mylene walked up the short flight of steps and sat on her throne. She stamped her scythe on the floor beside her making a loud knocking noise to have everyone’s attention.
"Be seated."
The guards sat the stranger in the large wooden chair. A guard stood on each side of him with their weapon aimed at him. There were half dozen guards on the right side of the room and another half dozen on the other all with their weapons ready but not aimed. There were about two dozen vampires on the second floor over looking the Great Hall. Several were snipers. There was a lot of murmuring going on in the crowd.
Mylene stamped her scythe once more, "Silence! Ok first off who are you?"
Some one was still whispering in crowd on the second floor. Almost to fast for the human eye to see Mylene threw a knife. The knife impaled the one who was talking in the shoulder causing him to fall to from the over look to the first floor. The vampire picked himself up off the floor and rips the knife out of his shoulder causing the blood to flow more.
"I said silence!"
"Yes, mam. Sorry mam."
Mylene, "First off who are you?"
Stranger, "I am known as Methuselah. I come from time long past."
Mylene, "Secondly what are your attentions here? I want to know everything. If I don't like the answers....well you know."
Methuselah, "As I said I come from time long past. I observe and record history. I am just her to observe you and your people."
Mylene, "You may stay around as a guest here. But remember one thing. While here you are under my rule. Cross me and your head, arms, legs and torso will be sent to all the corners of the globe and your heart with be drained by me and it will sit in a box for the rest of eternity. Frédéric release him from his bonds and set him up with a room but do not give him his weapons back until I deem fit. Methuselah watch your step around here. Some of my people may not trust you and may attack you. Try not to piss people off. Be back here in one hour and I will give you the grand tour of the palace. Rest and freshen up until then."
Methuselah, "Thank you Mi'lady. Now if you please. Let me out of these bonds."
When the guards came to escort their new guest to his quarters they unlocked his shackles. After Methuselah was freed from his bonds he let out an evil smirk on his face. He then preceded to kill the two guards. He used his claw like finger nails to slit their throats. He then jumped up the short flight of stairs towards Mylene to kill her. It was like he was flying. Mylene did not have time to fully get out of his way. His finger nails grazed her shoulder and she leapt out of the way. Methuselah crashed through her throne and into the guard behind the throne. Mylene grabbed her scythe by the time he got back up to his feet. Methuselah took a piece of the throne and stabbed the guard through the heart with it. He took the guards sword. After all he wouldn't be needing it. Mylene and Methuselah then proceeded to fight. Methuselah thrust the sword toward Mylene's chest but missed. Mylene blocked the attack with her scythe. Methuselah never attended to hit her with the sword. He knew it would be blocked. He swiped his finger claws at her side cutting her deeply. Mylene was bleeding heavily. She kicked him in the chest sending him flying into the nearby wall. Methuselah crashed to the floor but was quickly back to his feet. When he was stammering back to his feet Mylene had embedded her scythe into his right shoulder but not deep enough to do any real damage. Mylene pulled the scythe toward her as hard as she could; dragging Methuselah toward her as well. He took advantage of this. He swiped his hand at her face cutting her cheek. Before he could retract his hand she grabbed it. She bent his wrist back toward his forearm snapping his wrist causing him to drop to his knees before her.
Mylene said to him, "Who sent you?"
Methuselah, "No one you wench!"
Mylene replyed, "Wrong answer."
She then bent his pointer finger back toward his wrist breaking it. Methuselah shrieked in pain.
Mylene, "Again who sent you?"
Methuselah, "I'll never tell you b***h!"
Tears were running down his face.
Mylene then broke his middle finger.
Mylene. "That was for calling me a b***h."
She then broke his ring finger.
Mylene, "Now tell me what I want to know."
She struck him across the face with her back hand. His head moved violently with the strike. The blow knocked out several teeth.
Methuselah's mouth spurt blood, "Louis Caine, Louis Caine sent me."
Mylene then took her hand openly and struck his chest ripping out his heart.
Mylene, "See this you b*****d. This is your black heart."
Mylene then said to everyone, "This is what will happen to whoever crosses me. I will not stand for betrayal!!!"
Mylene she spat in his face then snapped Methuselah neck. After that she proceeded to take the knife that she had used to behead her former master with and hack off Methuselah's head. She cut his body to pieces.
Mylene, "Frédéric have his body parts sent to every corner of the globe. Put his head on a spike and put in a preservation jar."
Mylene then put his heart into a locked box and put the box into a room only a few have ever stepped into.
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