Birth of a vampiric paradise!

Kama was sleeping when his cellphone rang. He sat up and looked at a digital clock in the room. It was late. Who was calling at such a terrible hour?....

Kama grabbed his cellphone sitting on a table beside his bed. Before answering, Kama checked the caller ID. It was from Sabata.
"What do you want?" asked Kama immediately after opening his phone and putting it to the side of his face.

Sabata seemed somewhat short of breath when he replied.
"Jahhar, Sieben has captured Jahhar."

Kama was not startled by the news. Prehaps he was too tired.
"Where is Jahhar being kept?"

Sabata's breathing was normal at this point.
"On an island, a vampiric island created by Sieben."

"What was Jahhar doing away from Janardan? He has school tommorow... What happened?" Kama seemed somewhat irritated, but prehaps more curious than irritated.

Sabata didn't reply for a few seconds.
"Jahhar and I had a vibe. We felt a pulling towards a place we didn't know existed--Sieben's island. We rented a jet and flew to this place, somehow knowing where to go. We got there and fought. Jahhar did some bizarre ritual with the sun katana and eclipse blades. Then he fell unconscious. Sieben took him away and I fled. Right now I'm currently flying back to mainland."

Kama placed his free hand to his face as he thought for a moment.
"Sounds like we have no other choice but to steal Jahhar back."

A quixotical idea? prehaps, but outlandish tactics and erratic plans were the trademarks of how the Teslos got things done--even when they weren't chasing bounties.

Kama and Sabata made plans to meet and equip themselves for the mission. Kama contacted the other Teslos, save Jusaki, and gave them instructions.

The Teslos were used to this stange and random routine, it was what they lived for; it was their life.

 

Unbeknownst to Ivumo, it had indeed been The Vampire King’s command which brought an end to the brawl which had barely begun – in Ivumo’s eyes anyway. He was used to feeling the rush for a long time, and not just that of adrenaline. Actually, one part of him felt a wave of disappointment after the minion had vanished, pouring through his grasp like sand through a sieve. His large, wild talons pierced into his skin as the resistance once imposed against his giant paws disappeared. It was a sudden clenching motion which drove the summits into his tough, rough, tight flesh. Into the canals of the newly formed creases did it trickle, with no real stinging as you’d feel if you hadn’t been infused with the disease. No mortal would comprehend how it felt. He had watched some of the younger vampires at work as well. Their form as atrocious. Utter pathetic wannabes. They couldn’t suck the life from a niotie even if she’d been severed from her ears and her eyes. Invariably, they failed. Now here, in the Krishna Sea Islands, he found a calling unlike any other. Unlike the calling to slake his unquenchable desires. Unlike any calling whatsoever…this one called for him to relax; to accept his anger; to accept his happiness; to accept misery and joy, pain and pleasure, despair and hope, ambiguity and certainty - to accept who he was who he felt he never should have been, but was, and reviled the truth about which he lied to himself to make better what had been true in his mind all the time. This was vampirism. This was Ivumo Rauts.

The brawl had barely begun when the minion directed one more insolent, ocher glower at him. ItÂ’s tongue whipped out. He knew it was over, but what next? As the remains crumbled to the floor, the Vampiric Poltergeist threw in his own defiant last word by kicking the pile away. Crimsons traced the contours of the surroundings again with a new, more alert awareness. Underused wings groaned reluctantly against the taut tendons when the strong muscles seated by his shoulders contracted. The thick, scarlet fur shuddered under the strain of having to reshape itself, catching nerves and making the surface twitch sharply.

Another set of scents hijacked the bloodied air. Five (or so) others were distinctly present, because of the sheer bitter blandness against his tongue. Two smells; two tastes appeared to catch his attention the most. One was most certainly a vampire. Or THE vampire. But another seemed at odds to the rest.

The thing about operating purely on instincts is that actions often don’t appear to make sense. A compulsion, as if physically pushed, directed Ivumo straight for the temple where the others had gathered. His line of sight, however, was into Sieben’s, whether he knew it or not; that was the angle of his psychopathic glare. In his pace, tearing through the trees, a misplaced deponent of sorts would have said he was but a “mere" red and black streak against the background, fully living up to his silent, Poltergeist title. The droplets of age-old blood shook loose with each stride, supporting the “streak" idea, as it seemed to represent a mixture of oil and water in one direction.

Coarse bark splintered into the air. It was the only way a lesser ‘dragon – be they vampire or mortal – could tell something was around, or until the dented and broken trees toppled onto its neighbour. Nonetheless, if the trees had to be the clue, the victim would have been too late to realize. He was gone.

The uneven levels of black earth gradually straightened out. Scents grew stronger. In a few secondsÂ… no, in a moment, the Poltergeist cut through the final Sjaa, sinking into his prowling form like an ethereal shadow. It was his entrance upon SiebenÂ’s court when his left paw came down heavily on the crisp undergrowth, cracking with nearly as much dissonance as the trees gave off in his passing. The lips pulled back, piling the thin fur on the top of his stained muzzle.

<span style='color:red'>“Vampire!"</span>

 

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-just a short one... ^_^-

<font color=#993300>~i wish i wasn't this way...~</font>​

A swift smile was placed on his face for Shanu but it disapatted at her brother's stern look, in of which was greeted only by a raised brow. He still had somewhat of a limp about him, the old scar on his haunch still an angry red. He wondered if the fur would ever grow back. But he pulled up his combats to hide the injury, and top hide his boxers. The look wasn't appealing right now and he was not trying to make any sexy impressions. He was to worried to think such thoughts.
So then, whats your name, I'm Shadow Degoz and apparently your tour guide for the duration of the trip His tones remained friendly, unwavering in politeness and charm, but as they came closer to the temple he began to loosen his manner and became more relaxed apart from the silent bodyguard behind them. is he always like this, your escort?

He asked, looking back to see him still staring. It was creepy... like really creepy. Like any moment his neck would be snapped. Khumdap wasn't bothered though. She was having too much fun staring at his tail... and trying to catch it.


The temple was soon in view however and as they neared the enterance he was surprised to see that the others were already there. He bowed in the court at Rilith the sweet 'mother' of them all. She had that compassion that so many seemed to lack and of course his master.

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The Teslo's jet was landed not far from where it had landed the first time. Even as they had been approaching the island, Kama had realized just by glance how dangerous this island was.

After the jet touched down, Kama got up and stood back from his siblings so that he could see them all. Timaro, Sabata, Sabato, and Auraron all respectfully gave Kama their atention. Trying to conduct such a critical mission without Jahhar reminded Kama of a bizarre series of dreams he had once had about some super powerful group of phantom dragons who called themselves "The Lost;" they had captured Jahhar and made him a slave for themselves. Dreams are dreams though, they never really happened.

"We aren't here for revenge and cretainly not to kill anyone--if possible," started Kama. "Our mission is simply to search for, and rescue Jahhar. Sabata tells me that there is a temple in the island where he thinks Jahhar was taken to. Sabata will lead us to that temple. If we encounter anyone, and I mean anyone, no matter how dangerous they look, we will speak first and shoot later. This cult of... vampdragons as they call themselves, according to Sabata, follow a leader named Sieben. If we attack one of these followers, we may upset the others and become outnumbered, and be forced to retreat. We will always stick together as a group. Any questions?..."

Sabato spoke up. "Why did Sabata and Jahhar come here?"

"I would like to know as well," returned Kama, "but we'll save that discussion for a later time. Our primary focus now is to rescue Jahhar."

The group equipped themselves with an assortment of weapons and equippment which they had brought along. However, because the Teslos wanted to avoid a fight, they concealed many of their weapons. The only Teslo who didn't carry any weapons was Auraron who only brought with him, some of his poisons. All Teslos, however, wore heavy and loose clothing to help prevent revealing their weapons, including Auraron, although he had no real weapons other than his poisons and magic. Timaro had on her left leg, a standard pistol. Along the back of her belt, she had incenerary grenades, five total. Kama had a pistol-grip shotgun along the right side of his body and a pistol in a holster hung under his left shoulder. Sabato carried two fully automatic pistols on his sides. Sabata carried his fully automatic machine gun on his back, only noticeable if he bent over. Sabata was the only Teslo who brought an extra clip of ammunition for his weapon. All Teslos, save Auraron, carried two knives, one on each of their forearms, with the handles facing towards their wrists.

The Teslos set off on their trek to find Jahhar after equipping themselves.

Meanwhile, Jahhar awoke to find himself in the middle of a blood ring of some sort. He was not able to remember the events which had passed since he had woke up from Janardan. "Its as if I had gone to sleep and woken up here," muttered Jahhar to himself as he got up, a bit shaky at first, but soon was nearly recovered and standing steady on his two feet.

Jahhar began to wander a bit, frightened to have awoken in such a nightmaric place. Any others Jahhar might have run into, he ignored. Strange, it was as if Jahhar had found himself in a nightmare, yet was fully aware and in control of himself. Jahhar did finally conclude that he was having a nightmare as he searched and found the entrance to the temple.

As Jahhar walked towards the entrance, he thought he saw briefly, a lurking beast. Strangely enough, despite the previous battle Jahhar had engaged in, he still had on him, intact and untouched, a powerful sample of a potion his alchemy instructor had given to him the previous day for experimentation. Jahhar knew that the potion would briefly slow down time around him and heighten his senses. Because of the small amount left in the vial, however, the effect would only last seconds.

Jahhar downed the drought. He immediately noticed the beast known as Ivumo, lurking. Jahhar opened his hands, facing his palms towards Ivumo, and let forth from the fiber optics on his palms, a four shards of energy which moved as fast as sound. As the energy struck Ivumo and traveled into one side of his body and out the other, the effects of the potion wore off. One of the shots had gone through Ivumo's lower left torso, another through his right shoulder, one through his left thigh, and the last through his left calf. Jahhar had hastily fired upon the creature because he had assumed that the nightmaric prowler would haunt him later in his dream if he didn't devastate it now. The shots Jahhar had fired off drained him of his stored biological energies. However, Jahhar was confident that the creature he had attacked would succumb to its bleeding wounds in moments.

 

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Just as Jahhar'd turned to face Ivumo, Ivumo's eyes were already set keenly upon his fleshy frame. Jahhar must have been of strict upbringing, because his reaction time was respectable. Maybe even enough to put a normal vampire to shame. The air was so densely packed with scents, it masked Jahhar's own for quick, easy identification.

A shock of pain bolted through Ivumo's system, stopping him in his tracks for that moment, as curiously wandering eyes darted all around his body to check what the heck it was that'd stopped him. Small, hollow black wells, like someone had painted black circles onto his fur, appeared to be the focus of the pain when touched nearby by a giant digit. As if being summoned by the touch, out oozed an even darker, pearlescent mellifluous liquor.

A secondary voice manifested itself within the rather open-plan confines of Ivumo's mind. "<span style='color:red'>accept my help in restoring you to health</span>" Ivumo's upper lip flicked into an insulted curl. "<span style='color:red'>or you can attack me. It is your choice.</span>, It didn't matter what was said, it was Ivumo's choice come the end of the day - whether or not that meant the sun would be rising again for the pendragons in question. The Vampiric Poltergeist didn't know what his voice was, but he was beginning to sense an unusual strength beside him. Or it could very well have been the fact his body had reacted as his mind dwelled on the voice. Released once more from the centre of his back, Ivumo's malevolent wings pushed all near him aside. The aggregation of the mellifluent air on the edge of his wings was cast outwards and forwards like darts of bleeding daggers, being absorbed back into the air, like a rain drop into an ocean, mere yards in either direction of their previous heading. A concatenation of events to unfold thereafter would mean Ivumo near his all-time best.

Tearing through the thick air in the general direction of Jahhar, Ivumo's frame spun around cleanly to face upside down. Now looking up at Jahhar; yards turned to feet; razor-like talons unsheathed, Ivumo planted his hands on the ground, vaulting his body into what would seem like a prolonged back flip clean over Jahhar's head. A sodden tail whipped out like an earthen cobra, snatching Jahhar around his left arm. Only so long was the delay in retracting his tail that it allowed him to regain a vertical base. The tail wrenched itself back, still strongly gripping the arm. The force was enough to bring most average sized pendragons off balance, and indeed, in this case, would bring one directly against the tough bone of Ivumo's forehead. Ivumo lurched forward just as his tail had pulled hard enough, forcing contact with crunching power.

Spiny hairs tingled. Twitched.

There were no obvious tools to use; none that would make the disposal of this walking husk colourful. But why must one weild a tool for there to be a creative death? Or at least, one that wasn't boring.

Seizing Jahhar's wrists, in a controlled act, Ivumo flung the miniature vampire against the stone wall behind. Little time would pass, thereafter, during which Jahhar could, with luck, see only the find masonry of Sieben's grand temple. Forcing the Teslo face first against the icy stone; The Vampiric Poltergeist stepped a single step away, his back facing his assailant. Maintaining this smooth, controlled act, his wings pressed themselves up against the very torso of the Teslo. Digging his claws deep, Ivumo leant his entire weight backwards, in time with an electric pulse through his wings - a pulse like holding a door of a small building on the face of a hill closed against a wrecking ball. Comparatively.

The injuries sustained, began playing on his mind. The demon he'd dismembered only minutes before being skewered by magick had itself inflicted enough damage, along with it's cohort. Arguably Jahhar Teslo had managed to get through to Ivumo's darkest side, The life here within Jahhar would have been taken more quickly... like, pushing his head off his shoulders. At least that's "humane"! No. Death or no death, Jahhar was going to die.

At the hands of the Vampiric Poltergeist - Ivumo Rauts - Jahhar was going to die.

A pulse like holding a door of a small building closed against a wrecking ball was comparative to the possible strength being generated by this vampire. Stepping once more backwards into Jahhar, Ivumo stood stationery four feet away, his wings pushing harder, and harder. Cracks would soon ensue, it was almost a promise. An anticipation which made his tall ears twitch excitedly. He'd never heard this one before - not like this! Like a nioti on his hatchday... what was it going to be like? Crud? Or e'er the best experience? Time would tell. And even time seemed to be taking itself lightly.

 

The pain that arched through Jahhar's body, particularly his back, was unlike anything ever felt before by the Teslo. Almost like intense freezing and searing heat at the same time, condensed on the back and spreading to every cell of his body. Jahhar, unable to make any noise, was helpless. Thoughts ran through his head of his brother Sabata. Had he escaped this island?.. Visions of the only family Jahhar knew ran through his mind as he felt his pulse beating against his body--pushed so tightly against the wall. The beat was rapid but seemed to slow.

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The pain felt skull-splitting and seemed only to worsen. Jahhar's sprawled arms extended claws which scratched on the stone wall without any effect. A cracking sound could be heard, but was distorted to Jahhar. Everything around Jahhar seemed to fade away, save the pain. His vision darkened..

Suddenly, Jahhar felt the sensation of falling. The masonry of the temple had given away under the force of Ivumo's wings. Jahhar felt dull pain as the side of his head smacked against the floor. "Get up! Run! Its your only chance!" shouted a voice which seemed to come from Jahhar's mind. Jahhar leapt up, but with regret as it caused a feeling of physical agony to run through his body. He started running. Jahhar heard behind him a noise. Ivumo. Undoubtedly, the vampire had quickly discovered what had happened and was in hot pursuit of the escaped quarry. Jahhar did not slow his pace despite the cries of his body, as it had already been put under such incredible stress.

Jahhar ran through the temple and out into the blood red jungle. He did not recognize the trees surrounding him, which looked much different than the ones Sabata and he had encountered when they first arrived on the island. These trees were much bigger and the red drapery of blood on them gave them such a look that somehow invigorated Jahhar and allowed him to continue running.

Jahhar lost count of what seemed like hours as he ran. He finally stopped. No longer were the steps of his pursuer heard. However, Jahhar continued to walk. His ribcage and back throbbed. Damaged, yet still together, surprizingly. His head ached with a terrible migrain. The darkness of night-time shrouding the bloody red jungle did not bother Jahhar. However, he did not recognize the jungle at all. He must have run to the other side of the island. Jahhar looked up above and saw crystaline stars winking at him in constellations which he did not recognize. He saw dark figures lurking around in the shadows. Friend or foe, who could tell. Jahhar quickened his pace.

Jahhar reached the edge of the jungle and found himself on the edge of a cliff. Below, jagged rocks like the teeth of some prehistoric beast stood erect, waiting to devour anyone who tried to jump. The ocean looked like a vast sea of sapphires. The sun began to rise and they faded into rubies. Jahhar heard something and turned to look to his left along the side of the coast. He saw Kama, Timaro, Sabata, Sabato, and Auraron sitting around a fire. Their weapons lay askew as the five enjoyed each other's company. They looked so serene, so peaceful--full of bliss.

A rustling from the jungle made Jahhar turn his head. Ivumo had returned with the company of Sieben and his minions. Jahhar tried to run to his siblings, but the path was blocked. Jahhar was surrounded. He turned and ran towards the edge of the cliff. Deciding that he would rather take his chances with the rocks than with the hostile company surrounding him, he didn't hesitate to jump.

As Jahhar soared through the air towards the rocks below, he felt free. Nothing seemed to matter to him anymore. He didn't feel worried about anything, even death. A crack resounded in Jahhar's head and then all went white before fading into nothingness.

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Jahhar Teslo was dead against the stones of Sieben's temple, his spine was shattered.