The Blood Lust Palace

The melody of fate played it's discordant sonata,a symphony that threatened to drive it's listener insane, although some would argue he was nearly there to begin with. After all he was in the palace ground following some half baked plan that involved servitude to a family of vampuric royalty. Servitude in the name of The Triple goddess Morrigan, who did these fools think they where dealing with. He was Ajunta Pall the only man to have conquered Death itself even if that victory had turned bittersweet rather quickly. But a hidden fear had made him agree to the so called plan of theirs, for it was decreed and written by the Fates Ajunta Pall's fall would be as great as his pride had been. That Ajunta the Undying would be erased from history itself when finally he knew defeat. As such he had hunted every single being in existence who could match his skill and power. And promptly sent them to the Realm of the dead with Death's own weapon, The Sickle of Fate.

But as the years turned to decades, as the decades turned to centuries, as the centuries turned to millenniums his fear of dying a unknown, a unborn filled him with nightmares. For his legend had grown to epic proportions, his life had become the stuff of bards tales and near fable. But these fools rushing him down a stone corridor obviously weren't the reading or musical type for they took him to be just another human, albeit they had yet to take his weapons. Not that the fools could, vampires they be but he was Ajunta Pall the Undying a warrior without peer or even equal...At least not yet and hopefully never for his very existence hinged on that fact.

" Slow on your feet mortal aren't you." One of them snarled as his companion barked a harsh laugh which echoed in the stone corridor. Yet another example of their foolishness, Ajunta had not been mortal for 3,000 years. Then again had he ever truly been a mortal, could a mortal even have the strength to wound Death and take from him the Sickle of Fate.

But the pain of the arrow that had first sent Death his way haunted his dreams, the feel of it tearing through his flesh, the sensation of hot slick blood pouring across his chest. The cold as his life poured upon the ground and the darkness clouding his vision. No Ajunta for all his pride would never claim to have been born immortal.


"Hurry it up we ain't got all day." The man who had snarled added slamming the warrior's back with a spear. Shrugging the blow off with ease Ajunta spoke in reply.


"Time is all we both have fool.....I just have more of it then you." The warrior said fire burning in his emerald eyes, a clear sign of his growing impatience with the plan. Once this was over Ajunta would slaughter each and every single assassin and destroy their order for the crime of making him endure the shame of servitude. He was a warrior not some scullery wench or whore to sell his pride even for greater gains. That he had agreed to in the first place angered him even more. But for all his pride he could not yet bring himself to open conflict with his target. He would first determined their strength then strike. 3,000 years had taught him patience if nothing else and he made full use of that virtue. For death was not so disagreeable to him, merely being forgotten even by history itself. To have his existence denied, history itself rewritten to fulfill his fate of existence denied.


" What the hell does that mean mortal."

" You'll see, oh yes you will see indeed fool." Ajunta said with little reserve, at least he had pride enough left to taunt his enemy if nothing else." I do hope your not as stupid as you look or it will be a rather pointless lesson." This time he did not take the blow but rather caught the shaft of the spear. And with one hand drove it through the snarling one's torso. Even a vampire feels pain of a sorts and so it was this one did." Just lead on and don't pretend your the ones in charge."

They walked behind after that with their spears kept close to their sides.

Gideon, as his sister chose, simply observed, wishing to be done with the process. He finally spoke up, hurriedly pointing to each girl he wished to come with him. "You, you, you..." he began, a finger motioning at Amelle, Midnight, and Pheonix. Then, as Fay entered, his eyes widened with slight amusement and he finished his deciding, lastly pointing to her. "...and you." It was then that he moved to turn around and head back down to his room, quite ready to relax once more.

Elisabeth rolled her eyes at the prince's choosing. She caught his arm before he could leave the room completely, but he used his strength to rid himself of her longing for him to stay. She exhaled and waved the girls towards the exit. "Well, come on, don't dawdle." she said, strutting out of the room, her heeled shoes clanking rhythmically on the marble floors.

(Me and AnicaAnara discussed which people would be going with which vampire. Sorry for the confusion.)

Gideon didn't halt nor slow down on his way down the large expanse of hallway around him. Elisabeth was hot on his heels and soon enough striding so close to him that their bodies brushed against each other with every single stride. She leaned over and whispered something in his ear: "Gideon, will you at least be polite next time? Honestly." she rolled her eyes, erecting her spine and continuing to walk, though moving slower than him as not to lose sight of the new servant girls he'd chosen.

The prince ignored his comrade's words, lifting both his hands and easily pushing open the tall doors that led into his chambers. His room had been cleaned and the bed was neatly made, everything dusted and organized and in its correct place. He strode further inside and waited for everyone to enter before Elisabeth followed his lead and shut the doors, bolting them for now. Arms folded along her chest, she rested her weight on her left hip and watched everyone before her.

Gideon said nothing for a few moments, before finally turning around with a compressed-lips smile on his attractive features. "Welcome," he said, greeting the four girls and throwing a secondary glance at Beth, before turning his attention back to the new servants.

Elisabeth raised an eyebrow, knowing what was coming. It was the same routine over and over again. Gideon smiled a tad wider and stepped towards the girls, watching them "intently" before silently striding over to his arm chair and plopping down, emitting a loud sigh and closing his eyes as he rubbed his temples. Elisabeth rolled her eyes once more before striding forward, standing in front of the girls. "What are your names?" she asked, in place of quiet Gideon who so loathed this whole process. He'd much rather be left alone.

(don't post too much I gtg!)

Gideon had picked up a book from the small coffee table in front of him and flipped to his marked page, sifting through the words rather quickly before rising to his feet once more as Elisabeth explained with a nod, "Well, believe me, you won't have much to do. The Prince isn't very needy." she said, smirking slightly as she glanced over at him. He strode towards the girls, folding his arms over his chest and furrowing his eyebrows as he spoke up.

"You can call me Gideon, Your Highness, Your Majesty, Prince, Sir, Mister... whatever you like. Though, I have to say, those formal titles get tiring. Elisabeth here just calls me G, most of the time." He tossed a grin at Beth, who rolled her eyes.

Elisabeth knew she was disliked. But she wasn't one to give a damn. Yes, everyone assumed her and Gideon were romantic with each other but nobody except the two of them knew the truth. Everything thought she was out to steal away Minerva's role as queen, which she sure as hell was not. Honestly, she just liked having a place in the vampires' lives, and that was all.

Gideon took an extremely long time putting away his coat, and finally turned around and began to slowly stride towards the girls once more. Elisabeth had resolved to simply take a seat herself, flipping through one of G's books in boredom.

"Hmm..." the prince uttered, animatedly stroking his chin as he observed the both of them. Beth casually glanced up, smirking at his actions, obviously amused. "Actually, I'm going to need you," he pointed to Amelle. "To stay here. I think I might have some laundry to be done." Then, he looked at Fay. "Now. you, my dear, well your room is that way." He gestured down the small hall, where a few chambers resided. He had a rather large apartment all to himself, his own little section of the huge castle. A grin widely spread onto his lips as his eyes fell on Amelle.

Elisabeth let out a stifled snort of laughter, coughing to compose herself.