†... the resurrection ...†

..It was as if a million candles loomed about the within the small,dark, stone enclosure..their piercing light the only motion..flickering about within the silence..their wickedly enticing dance twisted in the night's breeze as the soft groaning cry of the heavy wooden door inched open.. soon shattering the quietness about. Laid out upon the coldness of stone was a figure shrouded in lush velveteen darkness. A most unusal altar indeed. A slumbering form, it's offering. Mask of leather covering the face..daring to be removed. Leather casings shrouded the form under the thin, velvet cloak that hugged around it. The only noticable feature were gloved hands. Fingers coiled lovingly around the hilt of a most peculiar broadsword. Nearing..the hilt took on an eerie glow as the wind whipped about with a stronger force. The candlelight danced violently, sending the broken spectrums of light bouncing off every inch of the of the tomb. The sword's brightness soon overpowered the light..sending cinders of red sparks outward as well. Like the tongue of a serpent did the thin streams of fire lick it's way about ..sensing ..seeking out this intruder. For the slumbering form upon the slab was nothing more than kindred in deep, forced tupor..and that sword held in his grasp his only form of protection from any would be slayer. And it served him well this eve..up over the outstretched body of the kindred was what appeared to be the swirling cloud of smoke as shadows grew out from the licking flames, enveloping the altar and his body..caressing against it much like the touch of a lover. As the blackness rose higher..it twisted wildly within the tugging wind as an image began to form..first arms, then lean torso, and finally legs that crouched upon the body of the kindred..beauty in it's purest form was seen as the shadows melted away..leaving that enticing, scantitly clad feminine form resting upon her master. A smile creased upon the daylight guardian's lips then..one that held the warnth and innocence of a child..captivating to all that looked upon her beauty.. before it twisted into a grimace..melting away any hint of safety as she was now baring rows of gleaming, razor sharp teeth. Dreamy blue hues soon faded into glowing red dots as it cast that beastly gaze toward the intruder. This one serves it's master well. Soon the sound of slashing against flesh and bone a'mist the high pitched howl of the werewolf could be heard bleeding out into the silence of the night. One drop..a precious splatter of rich crimson vitae spilt over the mask of the slumbering kindred was all it took to awaken him from the deep and dreamless nightmare it was held captive within. Breaking the ties that bind, the howling roar of the wind soon was heard.. deafening in it's reverence to this dark night..and in a flash of red light..all was silent again within the tomb..the only motion made was that of the velvet draping lazily spiraling down to the cold floor....The beast once more unleashed upon the mortal world. Dare they fear his comming? Indeed so. For the hands of time may have bound him, but it is his own damnable fate that drives him and his hunger once more..to right the wrongs of his family..his blood and his soul.