FallenTrinity
Dion...A few weeks prior...
The war had begun. Bullet shells were littering the ground more frequently than rain drops, and when it did rain, the streets ran red with re-hydrated blood. Attacks were happening nightly, focusing on locations and organizations of great importance to the humans. Panic had risen, and vampires were finally receiving the fear and reverence they deserved. Fear aside, the humans fought back with equal ruthlessness, holding strong to their technological advances and weaponry, as if the cold steel could keep them warm in the absence of the brothers, sisters, sons and daughters that were stolen from them.
The vampiric counsel looked to Lady Mo in these times, for advice and the wisdom of a warrior. These were truly unique times in the age of vampire, when all united under the ancient one that they once shunned as an abomination to their kind. Massive war surrounded them but, within the vampiric community, there had never been a greater time of peace and unity. As the head adviser of the war counsel, most of Lady Mo's time was eaten up by tedious politics and strategy, but she never let all of her time be stolen by it. No... she had a promise keep, a prophecy to fulfill.
At the end of every night, just before the break of dawn, she would study and meditate. Sometimes this involved ancient texts and sometimes it was simply sitting on the forest floor, quiet and alone. The visions came to her slowly and in pieces, and they didn't come every night, but they started when she first saw it - The Sun Stone. At the time, she kept her cool, not wanting to seem intrigued in front of the driveling human, Martin. But that stone was important, she knew that she needed it, it was the missing piece. After many years of failed attempts and horrible creations, Mohowauuck finally had everything she needed to become The Mother. Well, everything except for her first child…
Enter Aislinn. One early morning, before the sun rose, Mo was stirred out of her trance by a rustling in the bushes. Out fluttered a clumsy looking girl, pale and skinny and with a curtain of red hair. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to find a good spot to track the birds. I have to be out here very early to see them. You see I’m a biology student, I specialize in botany and ornithology.” The girl rambled on, quick and nervous, but Mo simply put a finger to her lips and shushed her. “Hush child, I have been expecting you. You are more than just nature’s student, you will be the first of many in a long line of power. Come, we haven’t much time before the sun rises.” Be it a natural curiosity, or vampire compulsion, but the young girl followed this strange vampire into the night.
The very next night in the forest, the ritual was set in place. Aislinn lay on a bed of stone, dressed a simple sheer white gown, bathing in the light of the full moon. She was in a sleep-like stasis, on the verge of unconsciousness as she bled out from deep gashes in each of her four limbs. Aislinn’s blood drained onto the soil, forming rune-like symbols on the ground. Lady Mohowauuck stood beside Aislinn, in the center of the bloody circle as she held The Sun Stone high in the air. She spoke in an ancient tongue, like that of which she spoke as a human back when she was a shaman. Much like a ‘witch’ she had called upon the ancient powers of the sun, the moon, and the earth then, as she did now, for the first time since she was a vampire. After all this time, this was the closest she had ever been to her humanity.
Aislinn drew in a ragged breath and heaved out a deep sigh as her heart slowed. Lady Mo took this as a sign to continue with the ritual. She covered the sun stone with a paste made from dry earth, a few drops of werewolf saliva, and a few white hairs from her wolf own form. Once the paste was applied to the stone, Mo cut a gash deep into her own palm, letting her vampiric blood drain from the wound, over the rock, and into Aislinn’s open mouth.
There were a few moments of silence when Aislinn lay completely still, looking every bit dead and, despite all of her confidence that this trial would work, Mohowauuck looked on nervously. That silence was ended by the sounds of cracking bones as Aislinn jolted back to life. She hissed, her eyes red with rage and her fangs extended. Aislinn’s body began contorting wildly as she began to shift and Lady Mo stepped back, her mouth agape. In seconds a lovely cinnamon-colored werewolf stood before her, beckoned to form by the light of the full moon. All werewolves were bound to their wolf forms in the light of the full moon, but Aislinn was full of surprises. She rapidly shifted herself back into her vampire form and smiled at her sire. Lady Mo grinned wide at the girl, she had finally done it. The very first vampire-werewolf hybrid stood before her. Her child.
…Present Day…
“Oh hush now, Hale, darling. I have a surprise for you, it’s inside…” Mohowauuck ducked in close to her newest werewolf ally, always cautious of people listening in. “It’s something that the humans are completely unaware of, most of the vampires as well.” She whispered in his ear and gave a sly smile. Lady Mo had Aislinn flown in separately from herself and the other oldbloods hours earlier, as she looked mostly human due to her werewolf heritage, and would draw little to no suspicion that way. Aislinn was given safe transport to Magnus’ bunker upon arrival to the states and was set to eagerly await her mother’s arrival.
The vampires and Hale entered the bunker and had the doors sealed behind them. Once the guards deemed that they were safe for the time, Aislinn meekly stepped around the corner. The motion caused her thin green dress to flutter around her ankles, her feet were bare just as Mo’s always were. “Mother, you’re finally here.” Aislinn said, her voice was as soft and lulling as wind chimes. Lady Mo spoke not only to Hale, but to the vampires with her that were also seeing the girl for the first time. “The humans may have their technology and secret weapons. Let me introduce you to ours. This is my daughter, Aislinn, the first of her kind, a vampire-werewolf hybrid.”
The girl blushed in innocent embarrassment and smiled “Oh, you can just call me Ash.”
The war had begun. Bullet shells were littering the ground more frequently than rain drops, and when it did rain, the streets ran red with re-hydrated blood. Attacks were happening nightly, focusing on locations and organizations of great importance to the humans. Panic had risen, and vampires were finally receiving the fear and reverence they deserved. Fear aside, the humans fought back with equal ruthlessness, holding strong to their technological advances and weaponry, as if the cold steel could keep them warm in the absence of the brothers, sisters, sons and daughters that were stolen from them.
The vampiric counsel looked to Lady Mo in these times, for advice and the wisdom of a warrior. These were truly unique times in the age of vampire, when all united under the ancient one that they once shunned as an abomination to their kind. Massive war surrounded them but, within the vampiric community, there had never been a greater time of peace and unity. As the head adviser of the war counsel, most of Lady Mo's time was eaten up by tedious politics and strategy, but she never let all of her time be stolen by it. No... she had a promise keep, a prophecy to fulfill.
At the end of every night, just before the break of dawn, she would study and meditate. Sometimes this involved ancient texts and sometimes it was simply sitting on the forest floor, quiet and alone. The visions came to her slowly and in pieces, and they didn't come every night, but they started when she first saw it - The Sun Stone. At the time, she kept her cool, not wanting to seem intrigued in front of the driveling human, Martin. But that stone was important, she knew that she needed it, it was the missing piece. After many years of failed attempts and horrible creations, Mohowauuck finally had everything she needed to become The Mother. Well, everything except for her first child…
Enter Aislinn. One early morning, before the sun rose, Mo was stirred out of her trance by a rustling in the bushes. Out fluttered a clumsy looking girl, pale and skinny and with a curtain of red hair. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to find a good spot to track the birds. I have to be out here very early to see them. You see I’m a biology student, I specialize in botany and ornithology.” The girl rambled on, quick and nervous, but Mo simply put a finger to her lips and shushed her. “Hush child, I have been expecting you. You are more than just nature’s student, you will be the first of many in a long line of power. Come, we haven’t much time before the sun rises.” Be it a natural curiosity, or vampire compulsion, but the young girl followed this strange vampire into the night.
The very next night in the forest, the ritual was set in place. Aislinn lay on a bed of stone, dressed a simple sheer white gown, bathing in the light of the full moon. She was in a sleep-like stasis, on the verge of unconsciousness as she bled out from deep gashes in each of her four limbs. Aislinn’s blood drained onto the soil, forming rune-like symbols on the ground. Lady Mohowauuck stood beside Aislinn, in the center of the bloody circle as she held The Sun Stone high in the air. She spoke in an ancient tongue, like that of which she spoke as a human back when she was a shaman. Much like a ‘witch’ she had called upon the ancient powers of the sun, the moon, and the earth then, as she did now, for the first time since she was a vampire. After all this time, this was the closest she had ever been to her humanity.
Aislinn drew in a ragged breath and heaved out a deep sigh as her heart slowed. Lady Mo took this as a sign to continue with the ritual. She covered the sun stone with a paste made from dry earth, a few drops of werewolf saliva, and a few white hairs from her wolf own form. Once the paste was applied to the stone, Mo cut a gash deep into her own palm, letting her vampiric blood drain from the wound, over the rock, and into Aislinn’s open mouth.
There were a few moments of silence when Aislinn lay completely still, looking every bit dead and, despite all of her confidence that this trial would work, Mohowauuck looked on nervously. That silence was ended by the sounds of cracking bones as Aislinn jolted back to life. She hissed, her eyes red with rage and her fangs extended. Aislinn’s body began contorting wildly as she began to shift and Lady Mo stepped back, her mouth agape. In seconds a lovely cinnamon-colored werewolf stood before her, beckoned to form by the light of the full moon. All werewolves were bound to their wolf forms in the light of the full moon, but Aislinn was full of surprises. She rapidly shifted herself back into her vampire form and smiled at her sire. Lady Mo grinned wide at the girl, she had finally done it. The very first vampire-werewolf hybrid stood before her. Her child.
…Present Day…
“Oh hush now, Hale, darling. I have a surprise for you, it’s inside…” Mohowauuck ducked in close to her newest werewolf ally, always cautious of people listening in. “It’s something that the humans are completely unaware of, most of the vampires as well.” She whispered in his ear and gave a sly smile. Lady Mo had Aislinn flown in separately from herself and the other oldbloods hours earlier, as she looked mostly human due to her werewolf heritage, and would draw little to no suspicion that way. Aislinn was given safe transport to Magnus’ bunker upon arrival to the states and was set to eagerly await her mother’s arrival.
The vampires and Hale entered the bunker and had the doors sealed behind them. Once the guards deemed that they were safe for the time, Aislinn meekly stepped around the corner. The motion caused her thin green dress to flutter around her ankles, her feet were bare just as Mo’s always were. “Mother, you’re finally here.” Aislinn said, her voice was as soft and lulling as wind chimes. Lady Mo spoke not only to Hale, but to the vampires with her that were also seeing the girl for the first time. “The humans may have their technology and secret weapons. Let me introduce you to ours. This is my daughter, Aislinn, the first of her kind, a vampire-werewolf hybrid.”
The girl blushed in innocent embarrassment and smiled “Oh, you can just call me Ash.”