Ariel - Sirius The Jaeger - 1215 Fanfiction

Episode 17

The fire burned in front of us, and I let it warm my body as I watched the stars. Dorothea and Fallon were making some final plans before we would head off.
"You keep looking at the sky. What's up?" Philip asked, sitting beside me and nudging my arm with his.
"I haven't seen any birds lately."
"Well, I'm sure that's not entirely a bad thing."
"Maybe. But I still feel like it is."

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"Dorothea!" I screamed, noticing how she wasn't getting up, blood pooling from her leg.
"How did they get this many?!" Fallon barked, reloading.
It's 4 am, pitch black, and I'm going head to head with the leader of our enemy Jaeger group, Xavier. There are five others charging forward with the vampires, and the rounds Fallon has been firing out won't last much longer.
My sense of time had left me, and all I really knew for sure was that it felt like we'd been fighting for hours. The ashes from the fallen vampires were flying around our feet with the wind, Dorothea was now gravely wounded and none of us could even go to her. Luckily Fallon and Philip could provide cover on her body, but we wouldn't be able to take our focus off of the enemy for long enough to stop her bleeding.
"You will never, have the arc!" I hissed, pressing harder against my opponents strength, my arms burning.
"You say that now. But you fail to understand that I don't want to control the world. I'm trying to save it! I'm going to destroy the arc! So just give it to me, give me the boy, and I'll save the world!"
"You can't save the world by destroying the arc, or it would have been done already!"
I pushed back again, throwing more of my weight into my momentum, so much so that a cry left my throat and then, he was finally off of me. I didn't stop there, flying forward to close the distance again, I ducked his blow and came up with my blades, slicing his side. But all my attacks were far too shallow, and even though I knew they hurt, just like my wounds did, it wouldn't be enough to take him down. He had daggers in his hands, one of his guns I had smashed out of his hands and the other had no bullets left. I should have the upper hand, but I couldn't manage to find a good enough opening.
And Xavier took my weakness and my staggering stamina to his advantage before I could figure something out, shoving his foot into my stomach and knocking the air out of my lungs. I tumbled to the ground and wheezed, my knifes lost from my grip.
Dammit! I coughed, crying out as his dirty boot kicked my back, and then pressed on my head.
I shut my eyes, listening as Fallon called out that he was running out of bullets, and Philip screamed,
"Get away from her you putz!" I heard the bullet whiz past us, but Xavier's stance wavered and I knew he might have been grazed. He cursed, growling, but he wouldn't be broken yet.
"Give me the arc. Or I will destroy everything in my way to it." He began again.
"Fuck you." I spat.
He bent down and pressed his blade to my throat. It seemed like just an hour ago I was the one that had him in this predicament, and because of my hesitance that my mother always scolded me for, I was going to die. And for what? The Arc? What about Philip? Where was he?

The wind suddenly picked up, my eyes opened slightly but quickly closed again as the ashes flew higher and stung my face. Xavier chocked on them when he breathed it in, ad I coughed a bit myself, being closer to the ground. When the knife left my throat and the pressure of Xaviers foot left my head, I quickly used my coat to cover my mouth, turning to try and lift myself back up.
"That's enough, Xavier."
That voice!
"You cannot have the arc. You cannot destroy it."
"Says you!" Xavier growled, and I squinted to see him struggled to get his weapon back, which he seemed to have dropped.
"The only thing that can destroy this arc, is the gods who created it, which no longer exist. This is life and death, creation and destruction. And the arc lives as it's own just as much as it is controlled - it can and it will destroy you."
"I am not as weak as you think."
"Yevgraf said the same."
"Then what makes you so much better than me?!"
"I am a Sirius. And The Sirius people are the only ones who the arc will accept."
I swallowed hard and lowered my guard almost completely as Yuliy came into view. He smiled so generously, as if telling me I did good, before holding out his hand. He helped me to my feet and turned to look behind him, my gaze following his.
Willard stepped forward from the fog, shadows of other men behind him. When their eyes became clearer for me to see, the dust fading, the wind seemed linger in a paused state and a hundred men and women with fierce blue eyes that seemed to glow, stood strong behind us.
"These are my people. People I never knew existed." Yuliy began, and I quickly shut my mouth as he glanced back at me.
"They live on the other side of the world, beyond the arctic circle, where not even vampires can go in the night. The surviving Sirius." Yuliy explained, turning away from me and the people behind us back to Xavier, "You and your little vampire army don't stand a chance anymore. The sun rises in one hour, and it stays risen until past midnight."
I couldn't focus anymore. To think that after all this time, that even though we were all so sure that Yuliy was the last of the Sirius, that there were this many others in a place we would never look. I suppose it would be irrational to believe that that tiny village were the only ones left, that none of them had ever left to form new colonies. Maybe that village was a branch from this one, and had been led by the last person to behold the arc like Yuliy did. How ever many thousands of years ago that was, none of them could have predicted what would happen to the arc now. I guess all that matters is that it will be returned to where it was always meant to be.
We had won, a victory that was so much more than what I had originally expected. And when Xavier took his men and left before the sun would kill the majority of his army, the sound of nature erupted, and birds flew across the open sky.