Just One More Bite

Blood. It poured from the heavens like the Creator himself was weeping crimson tears. The ground was soaked in it, small pools of blood scattered across the rocky landscape. A lone carriage rolled through the night, its black paint concealing it, only becoming visible in the flashes of lightning from the unnatural storm. The horses seemed unbothered by the unnatural way blood poured upon their bodies. It was almost as if they had been trained for it, the hot blood and strange Metallic smell did little to slow them down.

The storm was a strange thing that not many in Ryloft knew of. Some old Historians knew of it but had been convinced from the Church of Deslian that it was a phenomenon that happened when the blood moon was around, and that it made the water seem like blood because of the moons unnatural color. But if you went further back many would find that what the church said was far from the truth, But that is a story for another time. Suffice to say this unnatural storm brought out all the evil beings hidden away in the world. Werewolves, Ghosts, spirits, and Vampires. The storm had a name, The Blood Squall. A storm that only occurred around every thousand or so years.

Upon the bench to the carriage sat a man adorned with a large black cloak, the hood pulled up to keep the blood from seeping into the mans eyes. He looked normal until you got close and could see the orange glow in his eyes. The storm also did not bother him, his eyes expertly watching the road in the pitch dark. He worried not of the large creature of evil in the sky and hidden in the dark. For inside the carriage he transported one of the most powerful being of this world. His Mistress, His savior and the savior of his family so long ago. He knew the creatures could sense her and would stay away as her Aura alone was a massive weight that could be felt by them for miles in any direction.

Inside the carriage Sat three figures. Two of them humans, average height, one male and the other female. Both lounged languidly tossing small nuts into each others mouths while the female giggled softly at each successful catch. Both these humans also sported orange glowing eyes that set them apart from regular humans. But it was what sat across from them that made the carriage most interesting.

A Woman sat upon the other lavish cushioned bench. Her form extremely elegant and her poise stunning. The other two seemed to jostle and shake from the way the carriage moved but this woman did not. When she stood she was nearly seven and a half foot tall. But her most striking feature were her blood red eyes that seemed to pierce into the very fabric of your soul and hold you captive as her prey. Her smiles always seemed closed lipped to those around her, rarely ever did she show her teeth and there was a very good reason for that. She was a high Vampire. One of the Ancient ones who walked for several thousand years upon this land. Her name was Arya Von Evergaurd, one of the last remaining 3 of the 5 High vampires of the world. There were many Vampires in the world now to be sure, but none like the High Ones.

Lesser vampires were ugly deformed creatures that preyed upon the weak and feasted upon blood and flesh. Only the five knew how they came about but they never shared the knowledge. These lesser vampires mostly hid in dark caves or lived underground deep in the earth. Humans feared them but had found ways to keep them at bay. Many villages had the church bless the outer walls of the village and sprinkled salt along the entrance to the gates.

Arya had been at a meeting with the other two Higher ones on this particular night. She loathed being in Keirethin's presence but she had promised Avara that she would attend since it had been one hundred and fifty years since her last attendance.

Arya knew that despite her leaving Keirethin alone that the man would not give her leniency on her stranger ways of treating the humans. Take the two who sat across from her, why had she not kept one of them around and fed till they were dry and dead? When she had first gone about through her life she had done so. But later on in life a situation changed how she thought of humans and how she and the Higher Ones treated them.