Here we go..Chapter 2..^^
_The Darkness_
2
Izake trudged along the civilian traffic,only glancing at the the marketers,bellowing out their sales for the day,one time only.Pathetic,they do the same thing everyday…liars and cheapskapes..hmph,sounds like the gang from yesterday..This gang was only known as the Roofe,a minor gang made up of orphaned teens that knew nothing of fighting..they just assumed they did because they carried knives.The Roofe usually were known for minor theft-stealing only cakes and fruits from stands-and ocassionally for murder.Unfortunatly,these days,just about anyone could get away for murder unless it was the killing of a high official or a Knight.The Relyfian Empire thought nothing of it mostly because,belived only by Izake and a couple of others,they killed often themselves.Izake was aware of it because his own parents were slaughtered by the Relyfian Sachver Krase(the judge of Relyfe-second highest in class to the Emperor)out of spite for his father.Izake wasn’t sure why Krase hated his father so much,obviously his father had done something wrong..but what?
Suddenly,a plump,fat man wobbled by Izake yelling,”All bow down,the Sachver Krase is approaching!”
Almost everyone around Izake suddenly knelt to the cobblestone,their heads touching the ground.Izake bowed,too-reluctantly.He raised his eyes to look around him and there,not twenty feet in front of his face,was the Relyfian Sachver Krase-dressed in a gold robe with black stripes slithering around it.He stood,his skin glimmering in the sunlight like diamonds were hidden underneath his perfectly pale skin.His icey black eyes darted around the streets filled with bowing followers.Two Knights stood on each side of him,their thick,white armor reflecting the sunlight onto Krase’s matched skin.His jet black hair,slightly long and extremely spiked,flowed with the humid air current.He closed his narrowed eyes and smiled.
“Hello,citizens of Relyfe..I have esposed myself to you today only to say one thing..”Krase boomed with his eyes still shut.
They then shot back open with burning intensity,and just staring at them made Izake cringe.
”This…is the day that Emperor Roctave…,”he started-pointing to the immensely huge Relyfe Castle,”Dies…”
At that moment,the icey words itched up all of the citizens bowing before him’s back.That same moment,he smiled widely-exposing pale,white fangs crawling down his lips.Twelve figures,robed and hooded in white,swashed around Krase-all of them wielding swords with white blades.Krase’s smile widened.He raised his hand in front of his face,and in an instant the figures erupted backwards,crashing into the cobblestone and stands.People started standing,running in panic.Izake stood his ground.What the hell?!
Krase’s blazing eyes met with Izake’s..and it was if time had stopped at that point..Izake’s blue-green eyes flickered with anger.He shut his own lids,and opened them-violently blazing with hate.His fists rolled into a compressed ball.The moment shattered as he sprung off the cobblestone and flew through the air,aiming towards Krase.He had no thought…it was instinct..an instinct of pure hatred.He motioned his fist back and thrust it forward,smashing directly into Krase’s perfect face.Krase’s head tilted to the right,leaving a crunching sound behind it.Izake still grazed along in the air,held up by his fist planted on Krase’s face.He saw Krase smile as blood drooled down his lips.His hand flung up to Izake’s-and in an instant,Izake was sunk into the ground-leaving cobblestone flinging through the air.Izake’s eyes drifted at the figure of Krase slowly stalking toawrds Izake’s limp body.Krase threw Izake into the air and caught him by his once pale hand that was now a thorned claw.The claw drove itself into Izake’s chest,the blood spraying around it.Izake screamed in pain.
“You…are just as arrogant as your father…and so,like him-you will be killed.”
Krase’s smirk quickly turned into a wide smile,baring extending,pale fangs.A tear rolled down Izake’s horrified face.Father…and with that last thought,Krase flung his fangs into Izake’s neck,leaving the blood itch its way down his shoulder and finally dropping to the ground-Pink,Pink,Pink….Izake heard as his blood hit the cobblestone..but it was not enough of a sound to overcome the horrifying growls of the thirsy vampire lapping into his blood..