Lucian LeSabor stood with his back straight, his eyes flicking over the faces of prisoners as they were brought into the dungeons. He felt no mercy toward any of them; he could not even bring himself to feel bad for the young teenagers that were shoved behind iron bars. It was their fault for attacking the castle, their fault that the women and children would now be forced to be slaves for this court of vampires and demons.
Though he hated having to see the faces of these people it was his job. He was the captain of the army for the Royal Court, though he was a prince himself, and he took his job very seriously. Never in all of his one thousand, five hundred and forty-seven years had humans ever attacked the castle of their own free will. Yet this bunch of simple village people had come together to try and bring down the Court.
To him this was a hilarious situation, the thought that these simple creatures even believed that they could kill one of them. Now, with all the men and boys locked away into the iron cages of the dungeon, he had to go and collect the women and girls from their homes where they waited foolishly hoping for their men and sons to come home. Lucian was actually looking forward to squashing their hopes as he would a bug; he truly had no patience for humans and their self-centered, pathetic ideals.
As he left the dungeons, he wrapped his black silk cloak around him, remembering the chill in the air. Once he was back in the main yard he looked over the men that were gathered there, not a single one looking as if they had been in a fight. He nodded his head to them before mounting his horse and riding out the gates into the night. Normally he would have preferred his car for any travel, but since gas was so scarce now he figured his horse would be a better bet.
The night air in his face brought him more fully awake then the tiny skirmish had. He could smell the freshness of the forest and smoke from the village they were heading to. Even if the buildings were three level houses, it was still a village to him, especially with the fact that the castle he and his siblings shared equaled six of these twenty house towns.
Lucian's shoulder length black hair flew out behind him as he rode fast to the town, not stopping until he reached it center. Once there he yelled in a loud booming voice for every person to exit their homes. Only two doors opened, one allowing five women and nine children out, the other revealing only one woman, who was obviously much different then the others. Where the five women wore jeans and shirts, or dresses, this one wore a cloak of green velvet. Her hair was the color of a moonless night and her eyes reminded him of deeply colored sapphires. He looked at her for a moment longer then back over at the cluster or women and children.
"Where are the rest you?" He asked
"This is all of us."
Lucian looked over at the young woman who was still standing in front of her door instead of joining the other women. When he looked more closely at her, he could see the nose ring she wore, as well as the earrings in her ears. He could also tell she was much younger then any of the other women here.
"Where are the rest of the women?" He snapped
"They left soon after the men did. They said they did not wish to wait around for you to come like the hounds of hell." She said
Kiryn stared up at the vampire on the horse and looked over him. He was not a bad looking vampire that was for sure. His deep green eyes were slightly narrowed, in annoyance she was sure, his sensual looking lips were pulled into a tight line. The silver hoop in his lip glinted in the small sliver of the moon, though everything else was shrouded by the sable cloak that he wore.
Lucian felt the girl's appraisal and looked at her again wondering why she did not run to the other women for comfort.
"Why do you not stand with the rest of the women?"
As soon as the words left his mouth on of the woman shrieked and fell to the ground unconscious and even the children began to cry. He watched the girl look at the group in disgust before she spoke again, her voice dripping disdain.
"Oh for the love of the Goddess, shut the hell up you fools. You act as if I am the worst sort of creature, stop your idiotic wailing." Kiryn said
Lucian arched a brow as the children and women fell into barely audible whimpers. Again he looked at the girl, intrigued by her.
"What is your name girl and how old are you?" He asked
"My name is Kiryn Salvent, and I am one hundred and seventy-four years old, though as you can see I look no more then twenty I am sure." She answered
Both of Lucian's brows rose almost high enough to hide in his hair. The girl was claiming such an old age and pride had filled her voice. When she had said this information on of the woman had whisper the word demon spawn and he watched as Kiryn's head swung in her direction.
"I would watch what you say Mary, unless you wish to die this night." Kiryn growled low in her throat
Lucian looked over at his men who had been watching this whole seen and they all had expressions of surprise and entertainment on their features. Lucian could understand their feelings, he felt much the same himself, though he hid it much better then they did. Focusing his attention back on Kiryn who he found was looking at him he decided she must simply just be a violent woman not some old creature.
"Come over here." He ordered
Kiryn looked at him and Lucian was somewhat surprised to see anger come to her eyes. He was even more surprised when she gave him her middle finger.
"Do not order me around." She stated clearly
"I said come here now human." Lucian ordered
Kiryn felt her temper snap and she walked over to him uncaring of the consequences and dragged him from his horse.
"Never, and I mean never, put me on the same level as these fear filled, self-pitying people." She said
