Night Warrior

Chapter One

12th June 1734.

That's what was written on the base of the coffin. I already knew this was going to be stressful when they told me I was assigned an awakening but that date just made it even worse.

"We got a white one this time," a young echoed voice announced in a joyful tone.

"Judging by how well kept his body is and this place it's an aristocrat." A much more mature one added.

"I'm going to enjoy this. Kenna let me lead this one." Said Samu. I could just hear the excitement in his deep echoed voice.

Sadly I can't fulfil his wish, "Sorry no can do, you know it's not your turn, plus remember the last time you led something like this and how that ended."

"But I-"

I shook my head, "My hands are tied."

"Whatever, I hate you." His echoed voice drifted off with a sullen tone and I made a mental note to cheer him up later. I glanced over into the open coffin and saw that the body had begun to twitch.

It was time.

I released a heavy sigh, took out my phone and made a call to my coven members outside to activate the barrier and for them to start playing the drums and chanting. I ended the call and set an alarm for ten minutes, took out my Airpods placed them back into the case then put that and my phone into my bag after I took out everything I needed from it. I returned the bag beside the camera I had set up recording, put a protection spell around all my belongs and did a quick stretch. "You have ten minutes, Madam Rose, make it count."

"I always do my dear." Her echoed voice replied, and with that, I started my ritual.

I danced to the rhythm of the beating drums letting it fill me with its power and began chanting as I offered my sacrifice onto my portable altar to Madam Rose and allowed my consciousness to drop as I connected with my ancestors and let their spirits fill my body with power. I leave my barely conscious body to the will of my ancestors leaving them to move it as they pleased.

By the time I was completely possessed by Madam Rose the body had already fully awaken and rushed to attack her. Madam effortlessly dodged with a backflip grabbing her staff that I had laid down for her. Madam Rose danced and rolled my head to the power of the drums while tapping her staff on the ground challenging the cold figure.

"Years of slumber and mine eyes are not met with my beloved descendants greeting but an audacious slave who practised dirty witchcraft behind her master's back." The nightwalker, better known as Vampire, spoke as he stretched his body. "It seems I must educate the young ones on how to properly keep our chattel." He drawled on.

"He needs a beating," I announced.

"Rejoice slave for thou has been chosen to be the first meal of thy master." He said in a loud voice and immediately rushed fangs out to attack again. Madam continued to dodge every one of his attacks effortlessly. For every one of his missed kicks, swipes, bites, she would connect a strike of her staff, kick, punch, against his body. She seemed to be enjoying her time in my body beating the living hell out of him as she watched his moves became sloppy with fury.

I had no intention of stopping her, like I said he needed a beating. It's only when I heard the drums start to speed up announcing the ending of the ritual, did I urge her to finish. "Mama Rose it's time you finish this."

"Aww just when it was getting good." She pouted. "Very well my child." Her tone then took a serious one and she stilled my body, rolled my eyes back and began to float.

"Restrain him." She commanded the ancestors.

"Ye filthy livestock release me from thy dark arts!!! Thou'st blood is not even worth a single drop, unhand me that I might yet rip thy body apart!!!" His voice boomed.

"It is time that I end this." She said out loud and called the syringe, that had been left unmoved amongst the commotion on the altar, into her hands and moved to him.

"This is the 21st century, your time of power and rule expired the moment you went into slumber. Slavery is over, my people are free." She stated in our voice as she drove the syringe into his chest and injected the spell into his body just as the drums stopped playing and my alarm started ringing. Both of our bodies dropped to the floor mine from the power and ancestors leaving and his from unconsciousness. I took a minute to collect my strength then told Siri to call the witches outside and tell them to drop the barrier and come collect the body.

I got up and went over to my bag and camera. Broke the barrier checked the camera saved the footage and pushed it in my bag. I cleaned up my altar and put it back into the bag. I returned to the unconscious vampire shook my calabash over his body to extend the spell.

I didn't want to deal with anything else so I walked straight out to my car sanitized my hands put on a new mask and drove off. I picked up some things to sacrifice to Samu and went straight home.

Once I was home I sent today's footage and my report to headquarters. I then held Samu's offering, are, opened some supplies I ordered from Amazon and updates my socials educating the unveiled on correct forms of ancestral contact like I always do.

I'm certainly not looking forward to being in charge of that racist vamp but that's just part of what comes with being a Night Warrior.