The Awakening ch.26

        In a long dark royal styled hall the two purple robed Nosferatu escort Count Fontaine through the elaborate giant double doors of the front entrance. Before him is a long red carpet in a rather drab grey stoned hall with a high ceiling, and at the end of the carpet is a rather over done giant red throne. On both sides of the hall are standing Nosferatu and Moroii vampires as through they were statues.

     “Moroii,” thought Count Fontaine with a chuckle at this grouping of weak vampires, “now that I have seen the movies and shows it seems its true what they say, the vampires of fiction do look just like them, except they lack any of the powers of their fictional counterparts.”

     At the end of the carpet on the throne was a creature much like the Moroii in appearance only its body seemed to be constructed of mist.

     “That must be the Strigoii they call boss” thought Count Fontaine as he walked forward a little ways stopping a good fifteen feet from the Strigoii.

    The Strigoii spoke to Count Fontaine in a haughty tone, “For weeks now I have heard of some grey skinned vampire going about killing other vampires on my streets.”

    He stops for a moment as though contemplating something before continuing, “It’s a shame a few television shows and movies show vampires hunting down other vampires. Because like now, we get some newbie vamp coming around to do the same.”

      Count Fontaine simply stands with his arms crossed listening to this Strigoii prattle on. The Strigoii turns to a Nosferatu who had been standing next to his throne (A Nosferatu dressed in a red royal advisor style robe complete with gold linings).

    “Advisor,” says the Strigoii, “I have never seen a vampire quite like this one before with its grey skin. It looks like a Moroii in a way it is unlike any Moroii I have ever seen. Advisor what is it that stands before me now?”

    The advisor stated, “He is a German vampire my lord, a NeunToter to be exact, an offshoot of the Vampyre like the Nosferatu. In short a type of pure undead vampire. Unlike the Moroii who are born vampires…”

    “Yes I know that.” Interrupted the Strigoii, “Moroii then live for as long as possible then becoming Strigoii when they die. You don’t need to tell me things I clearly already know.”

      Count Fontaine notices the Nosferatu advisor seems genuinely concerned as it lowers its head and says in a pathetic tone, “Yes Master”.

    “Enough of this foolishness” thinks Count Fontaine with a wicked look in his eyes like a cat eyeing a mouse.

    The attention of all the vampires in the room is quickly drawn to Count Fontaine as the two Nosferatu that had been standing near him as though to keep an eye on him suddenly collapsed into piles of dust. In the instant all their attentions were drawn to the dramatic performance of the Strigoii Count Fontaine had extended his nails, raised his hands in one big loop, lopped off the heads of the two Nosferatu, and restored his hands to their original form and places.

    “The Nosferatu are a blight on the world” stated Count Fontaine in a loud dramatic voice that any stage performer would have been proud of, “For every human they drain a new Nosferatu is born from the victim.”

     Count Fontaine looks directly at the Strigoii high on his throne, “You surround yourself with these blights and accompany them with the species of your living form.” He continued, “Not a single other Strigoii amongst them or any other stronger breed of vampire.”

     He looks around the room with a smug smile and a wave of the hand as if dismissing them before continuing, “With them creating more of themselves each night from their selections from your Goth clubs you have created an army of them. You rule with sheer numbers. This situation will not serve my master or her minions who desire to rule with might. They want small numbers of strong individuals to rule with power.”

    He chuckles a bit then continues, “After all it’s easier to keep smaller numbers fed with out exhausting the food source that way.”

   The Strigoii stands from his throne with a stern expression pointing his finger at Count Fontaine saying in an overly dramatic tone, “Who are you to tell us how we should run things, you traitor. I have been a Strigoii for two hundred years and I lasted as a Moroii for a hundred and thirty years. As such I have existed for three hundred and thirty five years & you are just some newbie vamp playing moral hero.”

     Count Fontaine thinks, “Did he not hear me mention a master? This idiot is just too full of himself to notice anything beyond his own ego.”

     Count Fontaine stays his hand from destroying him out of sheer curiosity of his target’s next move as the Strigoii was speaking with his advisor, “How do you kill these German vamps?”

    The advisor answered, “A silver blade through the liver will paralyze a NeunToter for about an hour sire. Then you must decapitate them, cut out their hearts with a flint knife, stab silver needles into their temples, then finally impale the head on an iron pike followed by the heart, then the whole thing will burst into flames and be gone forever.”

     “Well that’s a lot.” stated the Strigoii, “Let’s just paralyze him and lock him up for now.”

    He reached behind his throne actually turning his back for minute on Count Fontaine, who out of sheer mercy got nothing more than a raised eyebrow from Count Fontaine who was thinking, “I wander if any of them really know where that story came from.”

      The Strigoii pulls a silver sword from behind the throne saying, “Hmm good thing I keep an array of vampire killing weapons back there.”


    Like an expert marksman he tosses the sword straight ahead of himself right through Count Fontaine’s midsection piercing his liver and poking out his back. With a smile on his face the Strigoii proceeds towards his apparently paralyzed victim. He doesn’t take but a few steps when the hilt of the sword falls at Count Fontaine’s feet and the blade out the back. The points of the blade that had been touching Count Fontaine are melted and even emitting strands of smoke. The wound in Count Fontaine’s abdomen quickly heals and oddly enough so does his cloths. With a smile on his face Count Fontaine hocks up and spits out a giant silver spit wad on the carpet. The Strigoii in disbelief turns to his advisor who only shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.

    Count Fontaine answering their bewildered expression states, “I am Count Fontaine, and I am here on behalf of the Doh-Rong & Litmet. I don’t expect you to know who or for that matter what they are. Even Danagan had forgotten what Litmet is.”

     He crosses his arms as though lecturing and continues, “Just for all your information, Litmet is our ancestor, the mother of all vampires in fact; for she is a Lit, a race even older than the Doh-Rong, or the KuKeen.”

    “Ha!” interrupts the Strigoii, “What newbie vamp nonsense is that?”

     Count Fontaine laughs and says, “The Doh-Rong fed on dinosaurs, & as such can clearly feed on more than just the blood of human. Unlike yourselves who are either dependent on or addicted to human blood. In other words a bunch of ancient vampires are wandering the world right now and have sent me armed with this knowledge and their decree to take over the vampires of this city.”

      Count Fontaine enjoys the dumbfounded look on their faces before he continues, “I was sent on their behalf to be the count of Las Angelus for their new vampiric empire.”

     He takes on a harsher tone while saying, “Change is in the wind & the strongest of all vampires shall be the rulers. I have learned that in your society the strongest is in charge. Which works out perfect for me as all I have to do is kill this pathetic Strigoii to become recognized as your ruler!”

     As the Strigoii with a look of pure hatred on his face begins to take a step in Count Fontaine’s direction the count speaks again, “By the way before we fight, just so you know I am no newbie as you put it. I have lived for more than two thousand years. I am the NeunToter, I am Count Fontaine, in case you didn’t hear me the first time! Of course that wasn’t my first name. I was previously known as the warlord Foeffit.”

    Count Fontaine notices that as the Strigoii floats forward, that his advisor looks like he is thinking about something before getting a wide eyed expression on his gruesome face.

     “A challenge” says the Strigoii, “In other words you have made all this trouble because you want to challenge me. Well if you are so desperate to die, then so be it!”

      Just as the Strigoii raised his hand his advisor screamed out, “Wait my lord!”

    The Strigoii growls and turns his head saying, “What is it now?”

    “The NeunToter Count Fontaine” he answers, “Your father’s library has an entry on him that was copied from the archives of the Order of the Knights of the Golden Cross. The warlord Foeffit who became a NeunToter after death became known as Count Fontaine during World War II after the Germans uncovered him in Fontaine castle. He was said to be unbelievably strong, in fact taking a Dire to stop him and lock him away.”

    The Strigoii laughs saying, “I don’t care to know what a “Dire” is, and as for this vampire it is clear he is a newbie vamp taking on the name of some older vampire. Remember that Count Fontaine you mentioned was defeated so this can’t be him. After all just how many vampires have we caught in our domain going by the name Dracula?”

    Count Fontaine sighs and says, “Are we going to fight or are you just going to talk all day?”

    The Strigoii lunges at Count Fontaine with a series of vicious swipes of his hands only to have the count dodge each swipe as though it were nothing.


     The Strigoii flies back to his throne saying, “So you’re fast huh? Well try to dodge this!”

     With that he transformed into pure mist with his legs trailing behind him in a wisp like some old image of a ghost. He flies around Count Fontaine in a circle leaving a trail of white smoke behind him. The Strigoii then flies up into the air, circling near the ceiling, pulling the smoke around Count Fontaine like a snake’s tail constricting the NeunToter.

     Count Fontaine simply spins in the reverse direction the smoke had taken around him and unravels it.

     He looks up and smiles while saying, “Is that all you got?”

     The Strigoii sends the snake like smoke back at him as though to stab him with it only for Count Fontaine to extend his nails about two feet on each hand and slice up the smoke like sausage before him. The Strigoii now in a fit of rage transforms himself into a green smoke and spins like a tornado by the ceiling. The vampires about the room all fled from the room at this site, which intrigued Count Fontaine. The green smoke trailed down and filled the room. The Strigoii’s face appeared as a giant green apparition before him. The Strigoii seemed to be laughing although silent.

     “I assume this is a toxic gas,” states Count Fontaine with a smile, “and by the feel it is also acidic. Guess you didn’t know the NeunToter is the plague carrying vampire. In other words this attack is as useless as pouring salt into the ocean.”

     Count Fontaine’s words seemed to stop the face from its silent laugh and cause it instead have an expression of curiosity on it.

     “Enough of this stupidity, time to end this and you.” Stated Count Fontaine as he pointed all his fingers at the ground before him and with a mighty yell of, “Field of Nails!” his finger nails extended straight into the ground and even more surprisingly they kept going and many blades shot up through out the room from the floor, many more blades than he had fingers in fact.

    The floating face finally spoke, “What was that supposed to do to a being of pure smoke.”

    Count Fontaine smiled and simply said, “Lightning of the Dead.”

    With that green electric like bolts shot between the scattered blades across the room. With an expression of agony on the floating face the gas dissipated, and finally the face its self vanished. Count Fontaine detached his hands from the blades going into the ground at the points where his normal pointed finger nails would have been.

     “Ha! Now I am in charge of this city and all the vampires in it!” shouted Count Fontaine as a few Moroii and Nosferatu began to file back into the room.

    Count Fontaine walked across the room to the throne, sitting on it as though it had always been his. He watched as the attendants of the room finished coming back in and enjoyed the looks on their faces as they saw the carnage in the room and realized their boss was no more. After they had all re-entered the hall Count Fontaine began his announcement

     “Behold your new count!” he said, “Now things are going to be run differently around here starting with just exactly how we use those Goth nightclubs.”