February 14th, 2017
He could feel it, the moment the spell swept through the city. It hit him like a linebacker and the effects were immediate. He'd been wandering the city aimlessly, as he'd been doing for months now. Avoiding the areas the Blood King roamed, his associates.
Was he hiding? Not particularly. He had no interest in hiding, but he had no intent of returning to Daemien again either. And it was during that nightly stroll that he was washed over with the Temple's spell.
Doubling over in the middle of the street, he let out a groan. "What is happening?" He breathed, as unnecessarily as it was for him. The spell didn't effect him as it did the other non-humans, but it weakened him. Drastically. It felt as if someone had tied concrete blocks to all of his limbs, flipped the world upside down in a dizzying circle.
Clutching his stomach, he rose to full height on wobbling knees. The back of his throat felt thick, the threat of vomiting from his clenched stomach almost making him gag.
As confusion contorted his expression in a low sweep of brow and a deep-set frown, crimson hues swept the narrow street until he heard the saw a group of people stepping into view.
"We got a live one," he heard them whispering. "A vampire. Look at 'im. How pale he is. And the eyes.. there's no doubt."
Clenching a narrow jaw, he reached into the front of his pristine suit for a khukri knife. Clutching it tight in his fist, he let out a hiss as they approached. His eyes flickered between them, counting them. There's 4. I'm out numbered in this state..
"Why is he still fanged? I can feel him. He's still not human? What's going on here?" He heard one whisper to the other as he took a staggering step back. "Did the spell not work?"
One of the others whispered to the first, "I don't know. Maybe he's something else." A growl tore from Ben's teeth, irritation of being spoken about as if he wasn't there yet they still approached him slowly. Cornering him, like an animal as he continued to back up along the street.
"Guess there's one way to find out," another spoke, above a whisper. He seemed far more bold than the others, less cautious of the weakened vampire.
Ben's eyes narrowed as he lifted his blade, "what the hell do you want?" The growl that spilled into his words turning them more feral than anything. Hunters. That's what he assumed.
"Your head, Vamp. On a spike. You and all the rest of your kind." The more bold of the group spoke to him, his features hidden by shadows that Ben couldn't detect in his weakened state.
Ben's smile turned more sinister as his lips pulled away from his bared fangs. "Then do your best." I ran during the last war. I won't die a coward this time.
He could feel it, the moment the spell swept through the city. It hit him like a linebacker and the effects were immediate. He'd been wandering the city aimlessly, as he'd been doing for months now. Avoiding the areas the Blood King roamed, his associates.
Was he hiding? Not particularly. He had no interest in hiding, but he had no intent of returning to Daemien again either. And it was during that nightly stroll that he was washed over with the Temple's spell.
Doubling over in the middle of the street, he let out a groan. "What is happening?" He breathed, as unnecessarily as it was for him. The spell didn't effect him as it did the other non-humans, but it weakened him. Drastically. It felt as if someone had tied concrete blocks to all of his limbs, flipped the world upside down in a dizzying circle.
Clutching his stomach, he rose to full height on wobbling knees. The back of his throat felt thick, the threat of vomiting from his clenched stomach almost making him gag.
As confusion contorted his expression in a low sweep of brow and a deep-set frown, crimson hues swept the narrow street until he heard the saw a group of people stepping into view.
"We got a live one," he heard them whispering. "A vampire. Look at 'im. How pale he is. And the eyes.. there's no doubt."
Clenching a narrow jaw, he reached into the front of his pristine suit for a khukri knife. Clutching it tight in his fist, he let out a hiss as they approached. His eyes flickered between them, counting them. There's 4. I'm out numbered in this state..
"Why is he still fanged? I can feel him. He's still not human? What's going on here?" He heard one whisper to the other as he took a staggering step back. "Did the spell not work?"
One of the others whispered to the first, "I don't know. Maybe he's something else." A growl tore from Ben's teeth, irritation of being spoken about as if he wasn't there yet they still approached him slowly. Cornering him, like an animal as he continued to back up along the street.
"Guess there's one way to find out," another spoke, above a whisper. He seemed far more bold than the others, less cautious of the weakened vampire.
Ben's eyes narrowed as he lifted his blade, "what the hell do you want?" The growl that spilled into his words turning them more feral than anything. Hunters. That's what he assumed.
"Your head, Vamp. On a spike. You and all the rest of your kind." The more bold of the group spoke to him, his features hidden by shadows that Ben couldn't detect in his weakened state.
Ben's smile turned more sinister as his lips pulled away from his bared fangs. "Then do your best." I ran during the last war. I won't die a coward this time.