Angel Vicky

~Worlds Apart~

Worlds Apart: Can Love Transcend Across Time and Space?

Chapter One - Fates Intertwined

"Aeri! We're going to be late!" Her mother calls out for her daughter as she came running out of the palace gate and toward their mini shuttle, preparing for launch. The fair haired High Priestess of Altheria boarded the shuttle with her mother, the Queen. They were on their way to the Alpharium Homeworld to attend the funeral of Draderum Alpharius.

Aeria-Sarisa looks out of the window as they ascend into outer space that took them to their bigger transporter ship. It would take them a few hours to travel there. Ever since Aeria's father died from an accident, over forty years ago, it had just been the two of them. Mother and daughter together forever. "You know Aeria...isn't it time you found someone to settle with?" Iridonia asked her as Aeria turned to look at her with bright violet blue eyes. The House Starlight was famous for their eyes.

"I'm not going to be around forever, darling. And I'd hate to think that you'll be all alone." The Queen worried. Who was as equally young looking and fair as her daughter.

"But I've got Snowflake." She insisted naively as she referred to her pet white tiger. Iri smiled sadly. "I know there is someone out there for you. You just have to find them." This was a sad day for her, even more than true Alpharium loyalists. She was saying goodbye to her lover and best friend of over thirty years. She retained the locket he gave her before they forever parted ways to save Iri's life. She wore it every single day since.

Aeria sighed as she gazed out of the window. "There is no-one out there for me. Anyone I ever care for ends up dying. After Father and Dazriel died...I just can't face losing anyone else." She also referred to losing her dearly beloved brother who died with her father in the accident.

Iridonia puts her hand on her daughter's. "It's not your fault they died. It would be better for you to be with one of your own people who will not outlive you..." But other Altherians didn't treat her the way she longed for. They were all afraid to go near the High Priestess or either too confident and arrogant to think that they deserved the Queen's daughter.

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Mikael hissed and growled at Peter as he had him equally matched. He would need his clan as back up to finish him off. But he had taken enough of the Hygrace clan to leave with having done some damage to last a lifetime. So, he decided to quit while he was ahead. He was smart enough to know the best tactics. “This isn’t over Hygrace!” He snarled before he jumped clear out the window. He ran into the night.

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Lord Spencer got the first sight of Lady Victoria turning on her horse to run away from him. The smell of her blood in the air made the Wynter clan go into a frenzy. All the could think about was sinking their teeth into her sweet neck and drinking their fill of more of the blood that coursed through their veins right now, giving them the feeling they had the strength of ten vampires.

Phillipe and his mistress galloped through the first barricade. As she rode under the bridge, the Saints heads popped up and fired upon the Wynter clan. They were too distracted to dodge their bullets and bolts. It impacted a few of them to slow them down. Victoria gained more sizeable gap between them as she le them straight to the next barricade where two suffered severed limbs, one was impaled through the heart with a silver bullet. There were less of them gaining on Victoria.

Her heart raced as she willed her horse to go faster still. Her long hair whipped behind her wildly. She made it to the third barricade where a volley of shots impaled five other vampires and slowed them to a near halt or ended them altogether. She glanced back momentarily, it looked like they were winning. However, before the fourth and final barrier at Crest Manor, Mikael leaped out of nowhere in front of the horse and slashed its neck. Phillipe neighed and stumbled as its blood spurted out everywhere. Victoria screamed as she felt the horse fall and she was flung from the saddle. She hit the ground. Hard.

She grit her teeth and looked up through her blood stained hair and saw her horse laying on the ground, lifeless. Tears formed in her eyes. “Phillipe!” Her beloved companion, she loved so much was now dead in its own pool of blood. Mikael stood in the middle of the street and stared Vail down with a dark grin. His fangs glinted in the light of the oil filled lamps.

“So. This is the mutt who stole Christopher’s bride? Hmph. He isn’t much to look at.” Mikael taunted as Spencer caught up to them. Mikael stood between Victoria and Vail’s escape to Crest Manor where more traps and Saints lay. Victoria’s heart raced and before anyone could retort Mikael’s comment, she took her crossbow from her back and fired it at his head. He caught it easily in his hand. The silver merely felt hot to the vampire instead of burning him completely. “I must say. Your blood is something God could not have created himself.”

Angel Vicky's Sanctuary

~Bonsoir~

Mikael relished in slashing down Vail's cousins, one by one, whilst he was out protecting his human lover and not protecting his own flesh and blood. It was too easy. A full pint of Victoria's blood and he was stronger than every Hygrace there was, even two coming at him at once. He eventually fought his way to Katherine. "Heeeellooo beautiful." He crept into her room. He swept his hand across the wall, his long claws scratching the wallpaper off as he slowly walked toward Vail's mother. "Shame I have to scar your pretty face!" He snarled and lunged at her...

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The rest of the Wynters had but 100ml maximum of Victoria's blood. Except Spencer, he had a full pint to himself and lead the charge. He grinned as he walked the city's cobbled streets. With an entourage of about twenty vampires in their clan. A small clan but they had quality over quantity. He merely flicked his head to the left and five on his left darted into nearby alleyways, he did the same to the right and another five darted into the opposite dark streets.

Victoria’s horse galloped as fast as he could with his mistress atop him in heavier attire. It slowed him slightly down. Her long brunette curls danced behind her as she hit the wind resistance.

The Saints were waiting at the first barricade for her to run past with Wynters in tow. She had to get close enough to let them smell her blood over the silver. She got to the first barricade and rode past just a little ways ahead. She let the horse slow to a stop and turned to Vail. "I need to draw blood now.." She warned him in case he got into a frenzy over the scent. She took her crossbow bolt and made a small cut to the side of her neck where the only flesh of hers was exposed. Blood dripped out and she smeared it over her hand, then brushed it through her hair. She hoped it was enough to waft in the Wynter's direction to get their attention. And surely enough, it did.

Spencer stopped and sniffed the air. "I know that blood anywhere. She's close." They were alerted to her presence now and took up a stalking position through the town.

Victoria waited for any sign of the Wynter's to show up. "The moment you see one, shout and I'll go." She told Vail to keep his eyes sharp.

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Feel free to control Mikael on your end.

~Bonsoir~

Victoria chuckled at Vail’s comment about her armour. “Good then those Wynters won’t come anywhere close to me. However, what if they have their own defences against silver? Gloves, maybe a mask…I still need you to keep them off my back. Hopefully my armour will deter them long enough to lure them to the Saint’s barricades. I’m sorry if the smell is disturbing to you.” She noticed he had opened a window for fresh air. When he said she looked like a vampire slayer, she smirked at him. “I’m a dangerous woman. Does it scare you, my love…?”

Then a horn like instrument sounded through the air, it came from the Tower. It was the signal the Wynters were approaching London. Victoria gasped slightly. “They’re here…”

“It’s time boys!” Gerald roared as the Saint’s moved out. Ray ran up the stairs. “Your horse awaits, My Lady.”

Victoria nodded at him slowly. “This is really it…”

Ray nodded. “It really is.” He nodded back with some hint of dread. Victoria followed Ray down the stairs and toward the entrance. She saw Phillipe waiting for her outside. Ray handed her crossbow. “Remember, if you’re compromised. You know what to do.” He told her and she nodded.

“Yes. I am prepared to do the worst.” What that meant was, she would kill herself before she let a Wynter drink her blood and use her to empower themselves. If Vail knew this part of the plan, he wouldn’t let her do it. Ray was about to turn to leave when Victoria called him back. He turned to her and she hugged him tightly. As if she were saying goodbye. “Thank you. For everything.” She told him with a slight sniffle. Without Ray’s help she would not have been able to see Vail, get messages to her vampire lover or have any communications with him at all. Ray nodded and then extended his hand to Vail for a handshake.

“If things do go wrong. Protect her. Take her as far away as you can, Vail. We’re counting on you as her last defence. If the Wynters get to her blood, they’ll slaughter you and your entire family without breaking a sweat.” He warned the Hygrace heir, he need not be reminded though. Ray took his leave and Victoria walked toward her horse and pulled herself up in her heavier armour but the stallion could take it. She looked at Vail. “Ready?”

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One Wynter did not join the oncoming march into London. This Wynter had a personal matter to tend to. This Wynter had already had his fill of Victoria’s blood, courtesy of his nephew, Lord Spencer. He grinned as he knocked on the Hygrace manor door. When it opened to a young human maiden, the tall blonde male peered down at her and showed his fangs. “Is the Lord of the manor in?” He asked in a very gentle voice, his ice blue eyes pierced her soul.

“Y-yes…I shall go get him.” She stated as she ran inside for Peter. The moment Peter arrived to the doorway, he would stare face to face with Mikael Wynter. Grandson of the Wynter his brother had killed. “Well….lookie here. If it isn’t the betrayer’s brother. I thought you were family at one point, you know…” He sharpened his claws on the door post next to him. “Then you turned on us…cast us aside…killed my grandfather and have the audacity to let your son…take my nephew’s bride from him.” He bared his fangs. “I thought you knew better, Peter. Now you pay the price!” He lunged for the vampire in a fit of rage.

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I might have Gerald killed off too, not sure yet.

~Bonsoir~

Yes Mikael wants to finish what his grandfather started but Peter killed him. Mikael is out for revenge. And the Hygrace's have to suffer a blow also.

~Bonsoir~

Okay so. The plan is to thin the Wynter's out as much as possible via the four blockades of Saints. Victoria is to lead them through each trap area straight into silver arrows and bullets. She will lure them by making a cut on herself so they'll follow her blood scent. So she'll have to ride really fast on her horse. The last stop is Crest Manor with the remaining clan. That's where Victoria will get mortally wounded by Spencer.

I also have the plan to have Mikael himself walk right up to the Hygrace manor and knock the door during this fight. XD

~Bonsoir~

Very true. Or we can brainstorm anytime you want to. I can advise what the basics are for the Saint's plan.