Thread: Abducted.

When the arrow was struck and it sliced through the air. The masked figure rose it's sword indicating for them to halt. With a loud, PLOP! the arrow ran through the vampire who had been keeping the first carriage going heart. He grabbed the arrow, stared at in horror, and with one quick sweep, he pulled it out only to let blood gush out and kill him. The man had stood up, and then he fell off the front of the carriage being flatted by the wheels and weight of the barrels inside. His guts and head was squished everywhere and the men up front stopped the horses. QUIET! Came the roaring voice of the commotion o mindless scared chit chatter. The man that had spoke in the very front, the leader, was the one that barked the order. The masked figure was the smallest of the guards and the only one that hadn't spoken a word the whole time. Yup, he's definitely mute. A guard mumbled against the air to the other guard on the right side of the carriage they were both guarding. The leader listened closely to the trees and the wind, that's when the masked figures horse starting to bounce up and down. The masked figure tried to keep the horse under control, but with a quick sweeping motion, the leader was gone from his horse. The horse darted into the darkness naaing in horror, and the group fell completely silent. The humans praying for a savior were the only noise in the rustling eerie silence when the next man was taken off his horse and vanished into the darkness without so much as a screech. Then they jumped out of the forest and attacked. Most of the guards were knocked off their horses and faught for dear life. But they torn to shreds in no time and the humans howled with frightened screams as a vampire jumped onto their carriage and indented the ruff. The two men behind the masked figure were the next off their horses fighting for their lives. With one quick leap from the forest to the masked figure, they were thrown off their horse and smashed into the carriage full of metal barrels full of blood. The carriage leaned on it's side and the horses were drawn down as they tried to get away. The mask the figure wore cracked along the side, leaving a bit of the snow white skin visible underneath as they rose their sword. The creature had it's hands around the masked figures throat, squeezing as hard as they could. They leaned forward, the free hand of the masked guard was around the hands on it's neck trying to loosen them. But the figure made a quick movement and loped off the creatures head. Blood was everywhere and the masked figure was covered in it. With quick motions of it's blade and hand, it tore into the vampires that had kept running after it. This figure was running the opposite way the carriage escort had been going, trying to get away. When a group of vampires had stopped the figure and it had mowed them down. The figure though it was safe to keel over in a bit of pain. Rain had began to pour from the night sky, washing the bloody forest ground around and making it look like the earth was bleeding and crying for it's lose. Out of the forest a creature grabbed up the masked guard. The guard tried to fight it off, but it had gotten it's hands behind its head and flung it into the other creature that smashed it's fist into the side of the mask. The figure made a half circle as the mask shattered and reveled her beaten, bloody face. The men's expression had changed when she fell limply to the ground. But still, she faught back when they tried to rip off her armor to molest her and take her. But she had bruised them up and made them bleed. One of them had cruised her hands that sent her howling with pain. But as they talked to her, the words flooded into her ears, but she couldn't understand them. They were speaking a foreign language that none of her people had known. All the words that had been spoken was an exchange from an ancient language not many of the vampires still used. Still they beat her into the ground so she stopped crying. They hoisted her up and her head swished dizzily around as they pushed her forward, everything was blurry, too blurry that she couldn't understand what was going on. They brought her in front of their leader, talking about her. Her hair was long and drenched, as well as thick. Now that there was no helmet to contain it, it swished lazily in chucks below her rear that was still covered in the armor. Her hair was a bright shocking blue, like manic panic's hair color, only her's was somehow natural. Her eyes were a bright sky blue . Her lips were full with a slight pinkish color to their snow white color, as were her cheeks that were high arched along with her blue brows. Her eyelashes were thick and long and she snickered when she saw their mouths move but couldn't understand them. She wasn't exactly amused when they kept fondling her and she tried to fight back, but blood was spilling from large gashes on her sides, now exposed left shoulder down to her large breasts that were smashed down to make her look flat chested. There was also a large bleeding gash through her cheek. Cover that up! One of the vampires called to the others holding his nose. He was a small thing, probably smaller than the woman that had just been captured. He looked to be about eleven or twelve, but his glowing eyes gave away his age. He had to be nearly a century old. With his white spiked out hair and glowing white eyes it was easy to tell who he was. Liox, one of the elders. Her blood...it's disgustingly sweet smelling to me. He groaned. The woman had slumped over the horse during the ride, her eyes had been shut and she had been breathing heavily. Clearly, she was in a lot of pain. But when the horse jerked to a stop, she jerked her body up and straightened her back. She watched the human slaves being lead into the manor as well as the barrels of blood, then she felt the chilling hands. She ground her teeth together and hissed as she was pulled down from the horse and pushed up the stairs into the manor. She ignored the smiles she was getting, her body leaving a trail of blood behind her as she groaned. This man behind her, the leader, kept talking, but she couldn't understand a word. She only heard mindless sounds seeping out of his lips into the air and it was confusing her. When she was pushed inside and she heard the sniffling nearly dead cough, her eyes widened as she looked at the figure on the bed. How could they keep such an old vampire like this as what seemed to be their leader? How foolish of them! But then she watched their exchange, only seeing their expressions to know what had been told. There was one word that sounded in her ear she understood completely, princess . Then she was twirled around to look at the door and shoved through and lead through the halls. her head was spinning and she was limping terribly as she sighed from exhaustion. When the hand on her back was found and she was shoved through another open door, she just fell forward, tripping over her own wounded feet. Her head laid against the empty ground and she stayed there on her side the way she had fallen, too tired to move as she looked around as best she could without moving another muscle. Her rough jaw line tightened as she looked around and she felt uneasy. Princess Lithium of Kalion. Trapped in an opposing vampire coven's manor without a clue how to understand or speak their language. Great.