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Sirens::
Chapter Uno

That feeling was coursing through my veins, that feeling that was just like every other time. You can’t quite explain because the only thing that you can sense is the total vulnerability and self indulgence that it’s triggering. Being entirely besieged is like nothing that you’ve ever felt before; nothing you will ever feel again.

Looking down at my hands, I saw the maroon shade start to stream down my forearm and then begin to stain up the shirt that reached the middle of my arm. Seeing this, I looked down at who was laying there, motionless, cold. His body was drenched in dark colors, and his cloths, barely hanging there.

In the dark, everything seemed to be in some shade of black or gray, and I could barely see my hands, for the moon had disappeared behind clouds that were passing by. Lifeless: the night was made out to be, and there wasn’t a sign of any person or animal walking by. Nor was there any lights.

Darkness had engulfed the whole town and I stood there, still, staring down at that body. Questions started to pop into my head, it was unusual for me to be feeling such.. Remorse for the victims.

The street light above me started to flicker on and I wondered what was going on, “The light should be off, all of them!” I hissed fleeing away from the man that was still on the ground.

Blood was dripping off of my hand, leaving a slight trail behind me, but it’d happened before; and every time it had, I was never found out.

Sirens.

Anxiety started to make it’s way to my head, this was the first time in my life that I had ever heard police coming to the scene of the crime. I was too careful about whom I was attacking and whom I was killing. No one ever saw anything, no one knew what was really going on in this dirty town.

Jumping on top of a two story house, I closed my eyes and listened. “Heart beats, they’re fast. And who is that? That man that I’d killed, he’s been resurrected?!” Another first.

Slowly, I jumped to the next house, and the next, until I found my self staring at an entrance to a rickety shack outside of the small village. The house, if you could even call it that, was one story and about as big as an average sized living room. But, that was all that I needed, all that we needed. Thousands of people lived inside of this shack, and hundreds more around us.

As the shutters flew open and smacked the side of the lose bricks, I watched the shavvings fall to the ground. And the sirens grew louder, what had begun?

“Hide,” I screeched rushing into the house to find only about two people sitting around. One was a man sitting in an old rocking chair, watching the fire crackle into the chimney. The other two were a little girl and her father. The man was about six foot three standing up with dark black hair that was shaggy on his face. The little girl went up to about his knees and had hair that reached her shoulders; it too was black.

“What are you talking about Delyla?” the old man asks, holding his back as he arose off of his seat.

Shaking, I stared down at my hands once more, the red stains were being to fade away into my skin, but the stains insisted on staying on the off-white blouse. “Charles Barklee, I killed him tonight, Lionel, do you know who he is?”

Silence. Apparently no one knew who I was talking about, or they didn’t want to tell me the bad news on who he was.

Lionel began to walk to the door that lead down to the underground tunnels that all of us traveled. He’d ignored my question, now the only one that was left was my husband.

“Taylen, have you heard of him?” Picking up my daughter, I followed Lionel to the cellar while he answered my question.

“Charles, no. But haven’t you heard of the Barklee family? They’ve run the Romek empire for generations…”

I stopped. This had to be a lie, “Nothing was ever said to me about this? And how in the hell would I not know about it?” I empathized who he was talking to, because he knew as well as I did that I could take control of every single person voyaging the passageways that I was starting to see.

All the dirt was pushed to the sides, and had been dug out for centuries. The dark brown burrows were lit with a lantern that was about a yard apart on each side of the walk way. It was about three yards in diameter and you could see no end; only twists, turns and darkness.

“Hide the door please Taylen,” I stated turning to my left and walking forward. It was a rare thing to come along a person who knew all the tricks and whole pattern of the ancient passage, I am one of the few.

Hiding the door wasn’t much of a problem, Taylen closed his dark eyes and behind us, there was no way of telling what had originally been there. Except for the slight twirl of the dirt, this was one of the very few places where it was able to close up the wall, so intruders couldn’t get past the door upstairs.

“Delyla, what are we going to do, you’ve already massacred many of their subjects, and you’ve known what has happened to our fellow comrades,” his pause was long as we walked in unison down the dirt roads, turning and twisting.

“I hadn’t known that one of them would be in plain daylight, a majority of them can’t stand to be in anything involving light,” I snapped back, coming to a set of stairs. “Barklee, how could I not have remembered! They changed it somehow Taylen, they had to of.”

“Mommy, are we going to see grandma?” the little girl attached to my arm finally spoke up; her voice soft and her eyes bright green, reflecting only innocence.

“Not today honey, today we get to see Uncle Venteal,” I laughed opening the door at the top of the brick stairway.

“Why didn’t you use you head Delyla! You know better; you are one of the highest ranked Akeron there are, and yet, you’re still reckless.” Both of us stopped at my husbands words, he was right. Few people lived through what I have, and out of those hundreds people, about five were announced Biden.

Biden is one of the ranks in our military-like system of the Akeron. Akeron is a form, or creatures, that has the ability of stealth and weightlessness. They feed on the life energy of humans and get thrilled by killing with a great deal of blood involved. Blood soaks through our skin and breaks down the life energy we’ve obtained; it relaxes the muscles of the human body, and lets you gain power an immortality.

The rankings begin with Akeron, which all of our people are, as soon as they were given birth to.

Next would be the Alanon, or the ones with a power source greater than most peoples. They are more likely to see then the other ranks in the system. Alanons run towns, communities, and other big events that take place during times of laughter and joy.

The third highest would be Bidas. The Bidas were the people that have come back from battle alive, while all of their commands have fallen. Their life almost cut short, and if the battle were that intense, then they’ve deserved to live up to a name not many people hold.

Fourth estate would be Biden. There have only been twenty-nine cases of this imperial bliss. Those who have fought in a battle, countless times, and managed to live through all of the obstacles placed in front of them have the fortunate of having the Calinde bestow power upon them. Most of the Biden are right hand people of the king, protectors of the kingdom; willing to risk their lives for people they do not know.

Calinde is the king. Although our society runs on free will and democratic views. He, or she, chooses the enemy, and decides the whether they are truly worth the time and the effort of the military. In our case, Venteal , my older brother, is our Calinde.

Taylen grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, “Delyla? Are you alright?” he asked staring into my blackened eyes.

“I’m… I’m fine Taylen..” as soon as I spoke, I didn’t seem to recognize my own voice, it was shrill, bitter, and most of all… afraid.

Ignoring his attempt to apologize for brining up the title, I walked away from Taylen, up to see my brother.

After the wooden door that we had just come from, there was a large room with hundreds of doors on each side, this was a tunnel that would lead you to the depths of hell if you’d follow it… or if you could stay on the path without perishing.

The floor was a shades of grey, the stone that had been layered there when the first of the Akeron were given birth. The hall its self was nothing more then marble and iron combined into a steel-colored building block that was rounded off at the top. Each door was hand carved, and looked different in some way from the last. But, there is one thing they all have in common, the old wood is stained with a dark substance that no one has ever understood why it was there, or what exactly it is.

“Venteal?” I asked opening the fifteenth door on my left. It was the tallest door throughout the whole course and was pure red with a thin border of lime green emeralds.

In the room, there was a desk towards the furthest wall and file cabinets lines the remaining walls. Behind the desk was another tall door, this one too was red, but instead of emeralds, it was lines with diamonds and two black lines crossed in the center.

“I have a problem…” I sat down my daughter and she ran behind the desk to see Venteal.

“Cayden Kail,” his long brown hair brushed his slender face, covering his lime green eyes from the rest of the world. He picked up Cayden and hugged her, “No Delyla, you don’t have a problem..” he looked up at me and his smile slowly faded away, “All of Madonstin is threatened by your lack of investigation.”

“Venteal, you can’t possibly tell me this is my fault?! Being Biden someone should have told me that the Romek had changed the name,” holding my tongue, I wasn’t about to yell at the Calinde, or in front of my daughter.

“Uncle Venteal what is mommy talking about?” Cayden spoke up, her hands held tightly around her uncle’s neck.

A smile approached my face, but soon it disappeared as Venteal’s eyes narrowed and were beginning to burn a hole through my own. Looking away from his eyes, I spoke once more, “There’s a way to stop them…”

“You must be joking sister,” his voice was emotionless, reassuring me that he wasn’t about to yell in front of his niece. “We are basically fu…”

A knock on the door interrupted Venteal, “Sire, there is a man here to see you, Taylen. Should I let him proceed?” a man asked opening the door. He was very muscular and stood tall.

“I suppose,” Venteal waved his hand at the man and seconds later Taylen walked into the room.

Rolling his eyes, he let Cayden down and took a seat atop the desk that was only a few inches behind him. “Why did you bring him?” he sneered looking at my husband, then at me.

Taylen merely rolled his eyes at the Calinde, then picked up his daughter, who had ran to him.

“As I was saying…” Venteal continued his earlier sentence, “you have truly messed up this time my darling sister. What do you except to do?”

Glaring at him, my gaze went to the door behind him, “I plan on making it so that the Romek will terminate their rein, and discontinue their ardor for controlling the Akeron!” I answered, my voice remaining strong.

“Yes, I understand that much. But how?” his voice was casual, yet I sensed the sarcasms, and the truth.

Turning around, I knew I had to ignore his attempts at abasing me, “I shall take down the Barklee’s. I shall take control of the Romek. I promise you this brother, that by the end of your rule, I will have defeated and killed all those that stand in my way of over powering those damned Romeks…” Bitterness.

“You will no longer be looked at, and praised; I will bring you down.” As the words escape my mouth, I began to walk out the door, Taylen staying in the room with my brother.

“Taylen, why is it you have stayed?” he asks, making sure Taylen knows he isn’t welcome.

Not caring about the tone in his voice, or about the look on Venteal’s face, Taylen doesn’t flinch, “You know as well as I do that Delyla could tear you apart. She is one of the assets that you have taken advantage of… she is the reason that you are standing in front of me;, expecting me to bow down and praise you. She will finalize her promise; she will destroy you Venteal. It’s only a matter of time.” Taylen turned around, leaving Venteal speechless.

“Daddy, what are you talking about?” Cayden asked, her eyes wide and full of confusion.

Taylen didn’t answer her question, instead he walked down the hall, trying to find me. He knew what this had caused, and he was about to be caught in the heart of the war.

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