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Epilogue

"I had to wait long enough.

I know I am a very impatient person and also know this is my biggest weakness, but I, unlike others, learned to deal with it accordingly. It is one of my biggest strengths, now. When I saw a good chance, I took it, without any doubts or regrets I executed my plan, with the usual cold perfection that I assumed over time.

But please, I'm sorry. Let me start at the beginning and properly introduce myself.

All you really have to know about me, my little Wagon, is that obviously, I am an albino bat, and that my name is Endless. Just Endless, as there are endless things I can be called.

However, that will not matter to you, because everything you will call me, unless I allow you to do otherwise, will be 'Milord', 'my Lord,''Sir' or 'my Liege'.

And don't whimper like that, show some pride of what you are. What you have become. What you WILL become. Show gratitude for the GIFT I gave you."

Endless isn't always like this, you have to know. Usually he was rather nice, smiled a lot and opened doors for ladies.

What made his current attitude hopefully a little more understandable was the fact that he stood in pouring rain, it was cold, it was wet and on top of that the person he spoke to didn't even appreciate all the effort, the countless hours of waiting, planning and observing he seddled onto himself, just to rip her heart out of her chest.

Maybe another excuse is in order. Endless doesn't really think like other people do. Some people call it crazy, but it made perfect sense to him. It was only logical. How can somebody who thinks logically be crazy, I ask you?

That it doesn't make sense to others never held him from doing what was neccesary to reach his goals. And in this very moment, the only goal he had mirrored itself in his blood red albino-eyes.

I trail off, though.

Upon completing the small speech he held, the bat kneeled down to the Wolf-Dragon hybrid that laid on the floor before him, adorned by a slowly expanding pool of red. He found red really wasn't a color that suits her, but right now it couldn't be helped, just because...

She was laying in blood.

Her own blood.

It surrounded her, nearly drowned her, made her try to get away and was so delicious.

Yes, she really thought it was delicious. When you cough blood, you are really lucky to find your own blood delicious, wouldn't you say? However Shadefall Kaisyndraa (allow me to introduce her at this point, she was rather occupied and didn't show the manners to answer the bat's own introduction), a Wagon, short for "Wolf-Dragon hybrid", couldn't really enjoy the moment, mainly because, well, mainly because she was dying.

But also because it was raining and she forgot her umbrella at home. It would have been fine if it had been a warm summers' rain, but it was raining cats and dogs and it was autumn. There were brown leafs swimming on her blood. She moved her eyes, the only thing she was able to move at the moment. She saw something she would remember often after this day. But then again you tend to not forget the things you see while you die.

The white fabric of the cloak worn by the kneeling person touched this crimson fluid, but instead of turning red, and soaking itself full, it retained it's pure white, just the red Cross on it's back flashed a little brighter for a heartbeat.

The person in the cloak traced the outline of the dying Wagon's chin, still riddled with blood and a few entrails which were ripped from her torn chest, with a claw-tipped finger, then leaned down to speak seven words that would change Shadefalls' destiny.

Or rather lead her to it.

Finally.

The albino slowly drew back his hood and then, with his usual silent, not unfriendly, but oddly sad voice he asked:

"Do you want to die or serve?"

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CHAPTER ONE

As the sleeper awakes

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When she woke up, he was already there, sitting in an armchair next to the soft and rather gigantic canopy bed she laid in.

"Hello, Nova." He refilled the teacup that stood on a table beside him, then took a sip.

"You feel ill and wounded, I know, so I won't ask how you feel, if you forgive my ill manners. You shouldn't speak at the moment, anyways."

Shadefall was not a dumb person. She knew that with her wounds, she had to be dead by now, she also knew that this person there, sitting in his armchair with a cup of tea and a smile, turned her into a vampire. (The fact she could feel that her fangs had gotten bigger helped a bit, too.)

He damned her to a life without light, joy and companions, to a life that would only consist of bloodshed, murder, a life just for the purpose of causing fear and agony.

To her surprise, the bat spoke again, before she even had the chance of saying something that would have expressed her utter disgust and hatred.

"Now now, please..." Endless took another sip of his tea, then looked straight into her eyes. "A life without friends? Without light? Without _JOY_?"

His expression grew a bit angered at this point, a remarkable change from his usually rather calm and friendly features.

I told you he's a nice guy. Would you ask the following if you weren't nice?

"First: What did those persons ever do for you? They asked you for help and you delivered. They asked you for services and you gave. But when you didn't know where to go, what to do... where were they?"

He sighed, shaking his head lightly. "I must admit there were a few just a few amongst the pitiful creatures you called "friends", who you might rightfully miss, if it makes you feel better, you are absolutely free to invite them, once you learned the basic tricks. Just the standar..."

All of a sudden the Wagon threw away her blanket, then thrusted towards this disgusting, arrogant and selfish bat who took her life away. She wanted to kill him, shred him, take him by surpirse, just like he did on that rainy day in fall, just a few hours ago, but it seemed like an eternity. She didn't even reach a tuft of her new "Lords'"white fur, before she collapsed, bu before she fell to the ground she froze mid-air, held there by a powerful force that pressed the air out of her lungs.

At this occasion she was nearly bound to findd out she didn't need to breathe anymore, which is an odd feeling. It's a bit like constantly suffocating and at the same time waiting for the dizzy spells, but Shade (like any other person making this experience) had her expectations disappointed. (Not that she was sad or even angered about that fact. Nobody really is. They all love to live after all.)

All in all nothing happened, to be precise. There was just a small eternity passing by until the vampire graciously raised from his chair and whispered:"Why, Nova?"

At the climax of this sentence, a flash of lightning cast a grimace on the bats' face, making it even more intimidating than before. (It was still raining outside. A good day to die. In my experience dying on a lush and beautiful day in spring kind of ruins the whole week. But if you die and it rains, the day wasn't very good to begin with. Stopping to live surely won't ruin it further, there could be a lot of things that are worse coming to my mind. For example realising you forgot your umbrella or ran out of hot chocolate.

The female of the pair we are talking about only had to ask for hot chocolate and even better: you don't need umbrellas when you are suspended by magical powers so strong they prevent you from breathing. You have other things to worry about, for example how to calm the angry bat that holds you 5 feet off the ground.)

Said bat surely made a powerful sight, just standing there, one arm pointed at the struggling form in front of him, the other hand crushing the tea-cup in his hand.

Slowly, his face unreadable, he walked forward, just to lay the very hand that crushed the teacup seconds ago on his trembling novice's head. The hand, placed right between her long ears, petted her a few times, until he continued to adress his student: "Now, Nova. Listen. I will only say this ONCE...

The first thing you are ordered to do when you awake in the morning, is greeting me in a adequate manner if I am in the room or otherwise in reach.

The second thing is: if you ever attack me again, you will spend the next ten years in my dungeon, tied to a rack. Every ten days I will come down to accompany for an hour or two.

You will really wish you had better company there in a matter of weeks.

And when you do, I will bring you company, I can quickly find you a few skelletons or ghouls."

He blinked and suddenly his eyes turning to a pitch black. Only the red iris remained in the center of his eyeballs, almost looking like they were burning, a torch in the dark.

"They are quite capable torturers, just not as capable as _I_ am."

Following those words he sent wave after wave of magically inducted agony through the helpless body in front of him, making every cell within her writhe in pain. And even more important: making her scream. Spasm after spasm the magic thrusted into her body, until he grew tired of listening to her quite beautiful screams. (You all love when nice women talk to you, right? And actually these screams were the first thing the Wagon said after she she awoke.)

"I really like that sound (see?), my little Nova..." He blinked again and his eyes returned to their normal state, just a second before Shadefall's limb and suddenly unsupported body crashed on the wooden floor " I would really like to hear it every morning, you know?

Contradicting what you think right now, I don't actually want to hurt you, that would be a waste." (He would, but that's another chapter in this story.)

The addressed ball of fur just whimpered, still twitching every now and then, then finally opened her mouth to ask: "Why do you keep calling me Nova?"

As a response, the bat slowly turned around, kneeled down, then lifted her up to carry her onto the bed. After he was sure she laid comfortably (as comfortable as you can lie when you had your heart ripped out of your chest a few hours ago) he said: "_My lord_... 'Why do you keep calling me Nova _my Lord_' ", espacially emphazising the "Lord" in this sentence.

He liked the word "Lord" the most, but felt like she had the right to pick between a few titles.

"I already thought that it would take some time to get that into your head.

But well, here's your answer: I call you Nova simply because you are my Novice, and I don't really like the sound of that word. It's too sharp and it's cold. Therefore I abbreviated it 'Nova'. I really think that name suits you, little thing", he concluded, then pulled the sheets back over the battered frame laying next to him.

"And now for the other questions, the ones you didn't speak out loud. Yes, I can read minds. Yes, I caught you in bright sunlight and yes, I will tell you how to accomplish that 'miracle'.

When you will be able to see your friends again depends on how long it takes you to master the art of sublety, frankly. And no, I don't have a girlfriend right now."

As the Wagon's cheeks assumed a color that could best be described as 'fire-extinguisher-red', she noticed that she had been looking over the Bat's body over the whole time he was talking.

It was not a badly shaped body, she had to admit. A bit too thin, almost slender, as far as she was concerned, but he made up for that with the absolutely awesome clothing he wore. Her thoughts, not mine. But I like his clothing, too.

Basically it just consisted of three visible pieces: a black sweater with black belts criss-crossed over it, black denim trousers which' legs were connected by stripes of cotton fabric and finally, over it all, a long and somewhat tight white cloak.

All in all very acceptable neo-Gothic clothing.

It made him look like he was 19, or maybe twenty, but she _knew_ he had to be MUCH older. Of course.

When he turned around to get back to his armchair, she noticed the huge red tribal cross on the back of his cloak. There was something about it that drew her in. She just couldn't stop staring at it, until he sat down again and hid it from her gaze.

After a nip of his tea from a new cup, which seemed to have appeared in his hand out of nothing, he adressed her again: "This cross is special, you know? Special to me and probably special to you, too, by now. It drank a bit of your blood, which means you are connected to it and that is quite an honor to be.

No, I will not tell you what's so special about it for now. You need to rest, Nova, because we need to start with your training as soon as possible."

As he came to the end of the sentence, he stood up, set the depleted cup of tea aside, walked to the bed again to sit on it and bow over Shadefall, looking in her eyes.

The closer he came the more she shunned away, preparing herself for the assault to come, not really seeing (nor caring) that her fur, a stunning mix of purple and grey, was barely covered. (Endless noticed, but would rather die, again, than staring at a naked woman and making her uncomfortable. Except if she was okay with it.)

Shadefall, just to say it, wouldn't have been okay with it. She was too busy concentrating to look anywhere, just not into those threatening, heartless, warm, soft and loving eyes... Wait. Warm, soft and loving?

She blinked with a look on her face that you people would just be able to describe as "WTF?"

Then Endless pressed his lips on hers, sending her to sleep.

If you notice any mistakes, please tell me. I'm not a native speaker so errors may have been overlooked :/

Also: Comments are highly appreciated. As a thumbrule: No comments=no follow ups, because I'll keep them for myself. Formatting for Yiffstars' high requirements is a pain in the butt.

Also I thank Shadefall for letting me use her Character and loving me (a bit),

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/heartsong

Come back in one piece...

I thank Seven for loving me and keeping me going,

I thank Judy for being there,

I thank Trilli for the bite marks,

I thank Snoopy and Noxior for telling me how to format a page >.>

I thank my life for being awesome.

I thank everyone who reads this and comments/rates. I should have more self-esteem, but it's you for whom I write those stories and it makes me happy when you like them or tell me (nicely) how I can improve. Beware, I'm a very good flamer :P

All characters belong to their respective creators, any relation between the real life and this story, even if it's intended, is not intended.

If you like poetry you are welcome to visit my FA page, too, where I have a few short stories as well:

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/madix-3

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A small dialogue.

(*cough* You forgot something.)

No, I won't tell the readers who you are, introduce yourself, damnit. We had that discussion often enough.

(Fine, but not right now, I bet they want to hear how the story advances rather than hearing about me. I'm boring, really.)

Well, I think you're not, you have been around for pretty long and seen many things beyond most peoples' comprehension. You are funny, but not in a childish way. I mean with your job you really have to be as mature as y...

(YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE AWESOME RIGHT NOW?)

What?

(A game of GOD DAMN BRAWL)

I don't have a Wii.

(Oh, right. We will have to work on that. I'll see what I can do. But then we play Brawl, okay?)

*Sigh* Kay. What about finishing the story, now?

(Ice cream!!! ^_^)

Why me?

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