Post by Wallachia on Jul 26, 2011 18:52:56 GMT -6
Commotion in the main hall caused Dorianus to raise his head from the book he had been reading. There had been fighting going on for so long in his lands, the boyers fought trying to take over control from the current Prince of Wallachia, Vlad II Dracul. They had formed an alliance with the Hungarian king, Hunyadi and succedded in killing Vlad the second and his first son, Mircae the second. Hunyadi had then placed a man loyal to him upon the thrown, but that did not last long. He had heard the battle as he had woke that morning, and even as he sat and calmly read the book before him, he could hear the battle as well.
Once he could tell that the commotion had died down, Dorianus slowly shut the book and stood up. The young man made sure his long black hair was tied back before he moved to the door and then slowly into the main hall. The scent of fresh blood reached his nose before he had even descended halfway down the stairs. He could see men standing in the entrance of the throne room and he could hear the sound of a scrapple as well.
Pushing himself through the crowd until he had entered the throne room, he was just in time to see Vladislav the Second die at the hands of someone he had known long ago. The victor turned to look at him, a small smile appearing on his face as he wiped his hands upon his lower garments, not caring if any blood smeared onto them. “Dorianus, you’ve grown since the last time I saw you.”
He nodded his head, a smile of his own forming on his lips. ”You’ve grown as well Vlad, more then I have at least.” As he looked upon the man, there was an urgency showing in his eyes and the other smiled at him, placing his hand upon his shoulder. “We have much to speak about.” His attention turned to those around. “Get rid of these bodies and then, a feast!”
Dorianus stared with rapt attention at Vlad as he spoke, as well as ate. It seemed that as he had been held hostage by the Turks for his father’s loyalty, he had been beaten and abused. Though he had also been taught how to read their writing and their words, as well as how to fight like them. He did not speak much of his brother Radu, there seemed to be a slight animosity to him, but Dorianus had another question.
”And my mother?” Vlad looked at the boy, and nodded his head, swallowing the wine he had been drinking. “She is fine and she has been very well taken care of. I believe, you do not have to worry about anything happening to her, and we will have her back from them.” These words seemed to fill Dorianus with new vigor and he smiled, starting to eat his own food. Vlad watched him before speaking once more.
“Tomorrow, I am going to teach you what I learned from them.”
They were up before the sun had risen with Dorianus watching Vlad with an intense gaze. The other was talking to him, showing him grappling techniques he had learned, but Dorianus eyes grew wide when he saw the blade that was produced. “This is a kilij, it’s a Turkish blade and before you give me that look, I will show you why I am going to teach you how to use it.” He turned and called to one of the guards who then brought out a boyer who had betrayed his rather. Dorianus knew what was going to happen and an excitement gripped his stomach, he also could feel this was wrong, but that was not a very strong feeling. The man was tied in an x formation, his eyes wide and pleading even as Vlad readied the blade, with one swipe he had cut off the man’s left hand, another and his right hand was gone. He turned to Dorianus, smiling at him and holding the blade out to him. “Here, you try.”
He easily gripped the blade, his eyes glinting as he felt it in his hand, the blade curved but the tip was weighted at the end. The man was on his knees in front of him, begging Dorianus to just let him go, he was going to die anyways now, but the young man couldn’t himself, there was so much blood already and, he wanted more. He swung the blade just as the man had lifted his head again and when he looked down at the body, it had slumped over, the head missing. Vlad was laughing heartily as he moved over to the head and picked it up, showing it to young Dorianus.
Dorianus couldn’t believe his eyes, the power of this weapon, the way it cut, it was unbelievable. He raised the blade to his lips and let his tongue move over the blood, not aware that Vlad was watching him the entire time.
Vlad raised his hand and waved it to the guard to remove the body as he moved over to Dorianus. “The blood, it makes you stronger, yes?”
Startles by this sudden talk, Dorianus turned towards him quickly, watching him with wide eyes. He could only nod his head, but Vlad didn’t seem to be angry or what Dorianus had expected, there was a thoughtful look upon his face. “It intimidates as well.” He never voiced what he was thinking to his young protégé, but Dorianus knew his mind was working feverishly.
Hours of practicing with the kilij, the steel crossbow, and halberd caused fatigue as well as hunger in both boy and man. The two returned to the castle and to their own chambers to ready themselves for dinner.
Dorianus stared at himself in the mirror, he had always been tall and slightly fit, but because of Vlad’s training, he was starting to gain more and more muscle. His body looked slightly alien to him, but he knew he was stronger for it. Dressing in his fine clothes and quickly placing his hair back tied with a ribbon, he left his room and entered the dinning hall.
Vlad was seated at the middle of the table with his wife beside him. Dorianus had never gotten to know her name, she seemed to stay away from him as much as she could, perhaps he frightened her. Vlad beckoned him over and he sat at the man’s other side, nodding his head to him. The food was brought out with red liquid in a clear bowl that was placed between Vlad and Dorianus. The smell of blood came to him and Dorianus looked at Vlad who smiled and tore off a piece of bread. He dipped it into the blood and then ate it, before waving his hand for a jug to be poured into Dorianus goblet. This was blood as well and Dorianus could not believe what he was seeing, all others had not ever touched upon the subject of him having to take blood in every so often, and yet here was his new leader actually using blood as a dip for his bread. He could not believe it and yet, a new found respect began to grow in him because of this, he nodded his head once more and picked up the goblet, taking a sip of it before starting to eat as well.
It had not taken long for Dorianus to understand what Vlad was doing, he was taking tactics to place fear into the minds of those who would follow him and who would dare oppose him. When they had first stood together upon the battle field, Vlad had let out a blood curdling cry and attacked his foes like a demon, he did not kill all of them, instead they were placed upon pikes and as they were stood up, gravity killed the men for them. It was an easy way to dispatch of the Turks and show the hatred there was for them.
The tactics were not only observed in battle either, boyers who acted out, especially if they found children, found themselves feasting upon the remains of their children with their Prince. Normally he knew he would have found this to be a sickening thing but, something had been unleashed in his mind, something that this man had done. You needed your enemies to be afraid of you, because if they were, they would know what you were capable of and not wish to anger you.
“Dorianus, come here.”
Walking towards Vlad, Dorianus lowered his head as the other placed his hand on his shoulder and lead him out of the tent. They were currently camping, having been in different battles with the Turks, the land around them had their bodies impaled as decoration. Dorianus could only wonder to where he was being lead as he listened to the idle talk of his leader, when they did finally stop, Dorianus let his eyes open wide as he saw what the other had wished.
A Turkish woman, about Dorianus age, perhaps a little older was on the ground before him. Her hands were tied behind her back and her mouth gagged as she looked upon the both of them with wide eyes. “She is the daughter of the general.” Vlad pointed off behind his shoulder and then turned his gaze back upon Dorianus. “You have to be feared for people to take you seriously, to know not to bother you, or they will get the consequences. She is yours, do as you will.” With that, Vlad turned and left Dorianus alone with the young woman.
His eyes had watched Vlad walk off before they looked at the woman again. He moved towards her, kneeling down in front of her before he grabbed her hair roughly. The scent of spices covered her as he buried his head in the crook of her neck and her black hair, it was almost intoxicating, but the thing that was the most intoxicating was the blood he knew that waited beneath that tanned skin. Skin that was darker then his own, those eyes were dark too and he had never thought he would see so much fear in those kind of dark eyes. A cruel smirk fell upon his features as he could read what she wanted.
”You want pity. You want mercy? Where was the mercy when your men raped my land? Killed my people? If they do not deserve mercy, neither do you.” He pushed her head back, pressing his body down onto her as he pulled a dagger from his belt. It was easy to slice open her clothing, leaving the gag in tact as he did not wish to draw any attention to himself at the moment. He once again let his eyes feast upon the woman, seeing how dark she was compared to him and he leaned down, running his tongue down her neck, stopping just above her mound. He could smell her sex, could smell how strong it was and he found himself laughing. No matter what he did to this body, it seemed that it wanted it, but that was not what he was here for, it was not what he wanted.
In an instant, his blade was thrusted inside of her and his smirk seemed to grow as he saw the agony on her face and heard her muffled cries. There was no going back now, what had been awakened before was now up with full force. He was a monster and he needed to be one to protect his people and his family.
He could see the tears welling in her eyes, but he gave them no concern, even as he withdrew the blade and placed it to the side, his face moving to hers and licking the tears up. ”You are lucky I find myself hungry, this will end much quicker then I want.” Another laugh issued from his mouth as he lowered his head right upon her right breast and his teeth entered easily. There was another cry, but he paid it no mind, he was currently drawing as much blood as he could from her body and into his. He could feel it moving through him and warming him the more he took in. She was long dead before he finished draining the last of it from her and he laughed, taking his knife and cleaning it on the clothes he had removed from her.
Standing up, Dorianus looked down at her, his tongue moving over his fangs as his eyes were alive with pleasure. This was what Vlad had wanted him to feel, to feel the power that came from those fearing you, from the fear you instilled into others. It was so very much intoxicating. Laughter emitted from his lips again and he grabbed the girls body, draped her clothes over her and then placed her at the bottom of her father’s impaled body. Biting his wrist, he quickly wrote in Arabic the word ‘Whore’. A man who impaled the living and drank blood, partnered with one who cared not for the wellbeing of anyone but his own people, and blood was his own essence. They would soon found themselves cowering.[/ul]
