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A/N: Cel is in his fully realized form, and as such, he calls everyone by their full given name. That
is because he becomes immediately mind-bonded to any individual he comes in contact with, and
their name is the first piece of information he gleans from them. It is his way of showing them that
he is superior despite his so-call ‘half-breed’ lineage. It is one of the powers/gifts that makes him
what he is; The Almighty Fang. He is the ‘Savior’ of the Pure Bloods and the Humans, therefore,
he is gifted with many supernatural powers. Mind-bonding, reading, and manipulation are but a
few of his unique powers. We already know he can jump higher than any other Vampire, he can
fly, he has the gift of telekenesis (he moved the northgate with his mind), and he can move faster
than time (runs really, really fast). He can also warp from one plane of consciousness to another at
will and has the knowledge of the old ways fully at his disposal. That is how Hiko was able to
contact Pythagoras through the blood-bond. Cel has memories of the ancient ones and his mind is
like an archive. He is irrevocably bound to his mate and she to him.

Glossary: Lubit=Beloved/Precious, Simpatie=Love, Indragostit=Lover, Nevasta=Lady Wife,
Tovarus=Friend

My humble apologies. I am unable to edit out the html codes that appear at the beginning of the
sentences. I don’t know or understand why they are there. Grrrrr... Tsuki-san

Chapter 14

The Way of The Fang

Part III: A Leader’s Understanding

Cel

Kaoru Kamiya

Hiko Seijuro

Aoshi Shinomori

A shuddering sigh escaped the gapping mouth of Cel as the deeply imbedded fangs of the vampire
general pulled free of his throat. A rush of dizziness washed across him like a great wave of warm
water, and as his head drooped to one side, his eyes rolled back into his head. Swaying from the
loss of blood required to prepare and teach Hiko, he felt the sensation of becoming separated
from himself and his vision began to dim. So much more had been required than he thought, but it
was a necessary sacrifice he would willingly make again if need be. He would bleed himself dry if
it meant saving humanity and the souls of his own people. But as his mouth smacked dry as a
desert, fatigue rose from the core of him and all he could comprehend was he needed to sleep. His
body was spent and he needed to rest.

“Simpatie!” The anxious cry of his Mate sounded far away as he felt himself slipping beneath the
fog of unconsciousness, and although he knew he should try and reassure her that all was well, he
realized there was not enough time, and then his world went dark. “Kenshin!”

“What’s wrong? What’s happening to him? ” Aoshi flew to Cel’s side and swiftly knelt next to
him as he slipped into unconsciousness. “My Lord?” He cried as he lifted the slender shoulders
back into his arms and gazed fearfully down into the glorious face. “My Lord Cel, can you hear
me? Holy Mother, Kaoru, what’s happening to him?”

“He’s given too much blood, Aoshi.” Kaoru’s voice was sharp with her level of concern for her
mate as she leaned over his body and cupped his face in her hands. “He offered everything he had
trying to help Papa understand, and he’s almost dry. Dammit!”

“What can we do? Tell me what to do.”

“You can’t do anything, Aoshi. It is for me to do.” Shimmering silver eyes bore harshly into the
intensity of icy blue as Kaoru pulled the leather sleeve up baring her wrist. “Just hold him for me,
that is what you need to do for now.”

“Of course. Do I need to tip his head back?”

“Desigur. Just a bit.” And as Aoshi dropped Cel’s head back, Kaoru flashed her fingernails
before his face showing that in the passage of only an instant they had changed into something
resembling small daggers. Then with one swift slashing motion she drew her index finger across
the wrist, cutting it in one clean motion. Placing the open wound over her mate’s lax lips, she
allowed the hot liquid to drip inside of his mouth as quickly as her heart would pump it in.
“Swallow, simpatie.” she whispered fervently. “Please swallow and come back to us. We need
you now, not in a few days. Come back, Kenshin.” Kaoru’s voice took on an urgent note as she
cupped the back of his head and buried her face in his hair. “Come back to me, simpatie. I need
you too.”

He was just setting alone in the gray dimness of his mind when it found him. The small bouncing
ball of silver light that came swirling out of the misty reaches came straight to him and began
dancing a wild circle around his head. A smile of pure love and joy crossed his face as the
shimmering ball of iridescence coaxed him to follow it on a merry pathway back out into the
world of life and breath. Somehow he knew it was only going to be a matter of time before it
came for him as it was, so he stood up and brushed his hands off on his pants and started up the
path. It would not take long to go back where he was needed. Just a short journey really. A few
steps, and then...

“I knew you wouldn’t let me stay gone for long, Lubit.” The gentle touch of Cel’s hand pulled
Kaoru away as the raspy words filtered out between his teeth, and although the voice was
strained, it was stronger than either of the two Slayer’s were prepared for.

“My Lord Cel,” Aoshi raised the man up into a more convenient sitting position while supporting
his shoulders with his arm. “Are you alright? You gave us a terrible fright, Sir.”

“Ah, forgive me, Aoshi Shinomori. I did not mean to cause alarm, but sometimes it takes a great
sacrifice to achieve that which must be done. ”

“But did you have to share so much blood in order to achieve the goal you sought, My Lord? It
seemed you very nearly died from this sacrifice.”

“No, my tovaras. I would not have died from this sacrifice though it was, indeed, more than I
thought it would be. Rather, I would have drifted in limbo for a time until my system was repaired
or restored, but death would not have been my companion, so rest your mind on that count.”

Aoshi sighed in great relief and the arm that supported Cel seemed to grip him a fraction tighter.
“I am grateful to know that, My Lord. Very grateful, but you are certain you are all right at this
moment?”

“Desigur, tovaras, thanks to my Lubit.” His arms reached out at that point and filled themselves
with the body of his ebon haired mate whose face had become streaked with tears of both relief
and happiness. “Kaoru...” Cel breathed the beloved name into the curve of her throat and
shoulder. “My beautiful Lubit, how I have missed you this day.”

“You have?” The hitch in her voice made his arms squeeze her more tightly.

“Desigur. I may not be able to let you out of my sight more than an hour or two,Simpatie. I–I
don’t want to be alone without you so long again.” The halting admission made him sound just a
bit insecure and Kaoru pressed a reassuring kiss into his cheek.

“And we do not want to be without you so long again either, My Lord Cel.” The deep baritone
voice of Hiko Seijuro drifted over to and surrounded the three vampires causing them to shift and
meet his stalwart gaze. “I have committed many wrongs in my lifetime, My Lord, but none so
heinous or shameful as those I have committed against you. I come before you now, Great One,
as your servant though I am unworthy to be even that. In the old days I served your
Great-Grandfather, King Maxmillion, and then your Grandfather, Prince Crede. In my way I have
always served the Corban’s and their bloodline because that was my families destiny from the
beginning. But in all that time not one of us has ever tasted a single drop of the ancient blood. Not
until today, and as I lay in your arms drinking the knowledge of your linage, I was gifted with a
vision that I could no more deny, than I could deny my own King.”

“Vision?” Kaoru moved to kneel next to her father, gently touching his arm. “What did you see,
Papa?”

“I saw ‘The All Father’ himself, and he spoke to me.”

“You saw– you saw Pythagorus? You saw the God of The Dark World?”

“Desigur, and he called me by name, and sited my lineage to me.”

“He told you where your blood comes from?” Kaoru sounded incredulous as she stared at her
father’s contrite face. “But I thought we were always pure bloods? That we all came from his
bloodline.”

“Nu, it is not so. I have learned the secret that has been lost. I have learned The Way of The
Fang, and in doing so, I have discovered The Great Sin we are all guilty of, and until we find a
way to cleanse the path between our people and The One God, we will be doomed to fall beneath
the boot of Uriel’s wrath.”

“We are all guilty?” Kaoru’s face was a mask of confusion and only Aoshi’s appearance could be
said to look any worse. The poor slayer looked as if he had just swallowed a rotten egg... whole.

“Desigur, Lubit.” Cel replied to his mate and then he reached out and offered his hand to Hiko.
“So, you finally understand, Leader? The way has become clear to you?”

“Desigur, Great One. And I am ashamed. You are the way to our salvation and I named you
‘Abomination’ when it is we who are the tainted ones. How can you ever forgive me for my
narrow minded foolishness, My Lord?”

“Forgiveness is a simple task, Leader, but can you not see, it is not my forgiveness you require at
this moment. It is your own. Now that you see and understand your folly, you and I can step
forward into the light of knowledge together and set right that which has been made wrong. Do
you see this?”

“I– I am not sure. There is so much I do not yet understand, Great One. So much that must
change, so much to do and so little time.”

“That is a truer statement than you know, Leader. There is not much time, but there are more
allies available to us than you are aware of, and that gives us an advantage. What you must learn
now is Trust and Faith. Without these two things our people will be defeated before we ever see
the great battle.”

“What allies do you speak of?” Hiko exchanged bewildered looks with the two confused slayers.
“Who are they? How do we find them?”

“They are all around us, Leader. They are everywhere you and yours exist.” As the light of
understanding continue to fail his companions, Cel finally shook his head in exasperated defeat.
Chuckling with good natured frustration, he grasped Hiko’s arm again and stared him dead in the
eyes. “The Human’s, General Seiguro. We have the Human’s, and there are far more of them than
there are of the Made. Even more than two hundred million.”

“The Human’s.” The face of enlightenment shone brightly on the astonished vampires face as he
smacked his forehead. “Mother help us. I never thought of that.”

“Now you have, and we have much to do. Desigur?”

“Desigur, Great One. WE have much to do.”

The Way of The Fang

Part IV: Together Again

Cel

Kaoru Kamiya

Cel was exhausted and it showed in his face and step as he tried to maintain a strong presence
among the awed Pure Blood community. The initial fear and confusion was wearing off and the
people were beginning to approach him with tentative looks and wary touches almost as if they
were not quite sure he was real. But the innate gentleness of his heart showing through the
gleaming golden eyes bid them come forward and feel the silken mass of his near floor length hair,
examine the milky daggers inside his mouth, and freely stroke the long razor talons gracing each
fingertip.

He had proved to them beyond any doubt that he was the superior being and the strongest male
among their ranks, and thus established his claim to the right of First Leader without contestation
or dispute. Now, he stood quietly and proved to them that he meant them no harm, that it was his
responsibility to protect and care for them.

“Forgive my anger, but it was necessary to gain the attention of those I needed to contact. Please
try to understand,” he said as he touched first one face and then another. “I am here as your
teacher as well as your leader, and there is so much for all of you to learn, so much for you to
know... there is so much that has been lost.”

“Lost?”

“Lost? What has been lost?”

“What do you mean by ‘lost’ Great One?”

“What have we lost?”

“How do we get it back?”

Questions from every direction bombarded the golden-eyed vampire. Confusion and distress lay
written on the faces around him and the feelings of anxiety began to rise as the people struggled
to grasp a concept they did not comprehend. A sigh lifted the slender, yet well muscled shoulders
and Cel tried to prepare himself for the burden of explanations that was his alone. But it seemed
his mate had other ideas.

Kaoru sensed as well as saw the utter fatigue that weighted down the figure of her mate, and she
knew if she did not step in and force him to rest, he would push himself beyond his limits even
perhaps to the point of collapsing. She was not going to let that happen.

“Simpatie,” Her voice was quiet but firm as she laid a hand upon his shoulder. “It is time for you
to rest. You have given much this night and if you do not take a respite, you will not be able to
continue.”

“I am fine, Lubit.” The sternness of both his gaze and his voice took her by surprise, but she was
undaunted and pushed her cause more firmly.

“I am sure you believe that, my dear, but you are far from it. You are wearing your exhaustion
like an ill-fitting overcoat. Now do as I say! You must rest!”

Cel’s left eyebrow lifted in a show of surprise and his mouth opened for a brief moment as if he
might say something, but then he clamped it shut and nodded in mute acquiescence of his mates
firm request. Kaoru smiled with relief and took his hand leading him away. He allowed this
contact for a moment and then pulled his hand free so that he could wrap his arm around her
shoulders pulling her close to his side.

“I have missed you, Lubit.” He whispered huskily into her ear as he nuzzled up against the side of
her head. “I have missed you so very much.”

“Have you?” Kaoru leaned over into his feline-like caress and sighed contentedly. “I’m glad. I
have missed you too.”

“Has it really only been one day since I first looked into your beautiful face, my precious Kaoru?”

“Desigur, Simpatie. Only one day.” Her arm looped around his waist as they fell into step with
each other. “I have some difficulties believing it myself, yet... it seems I have changed so much
and the way I look at the world has changed as well. I am no longer the woman I was when I left
the compound yestereve. I have become something else.”

“Desigur, you are my beloved and soon to be Nevasta.”

“Your Lady Wife?” Kaoru tipped her head and looked up into the shimmering amber crystals that
were his eyes. “Is that really how you see me, Kenshin? As your Lady Wife?”

“Do you doubt it, Kaoru Kamiya?” The smile that crossed his handsome face sent the butterflies
living in her stomach on a wild flight of sexual awareness. “But I also see you as myIndragostit...
and I have missed the haven of your body.” His nose and mouth burrowed into the satiny softness
of the ebony tresses that fell along her temple and cheek and Cel brushed a heated kiss across her
smooth skin. “I find myself craving the warmth of you, Lubit. I want to feel you wrapped around
me while I plunder the deepest reaches of your soul. I hunger for you, Kaoru... I need to be inside
of you.”

“Y-you’re too tired for that, Ken-shin.” A shudder raced through her body chattering her teeth as
she leaned her head back upon his arm and bared her neck to him. “You really are ready to drop
and you know it.”

“I will never be too tired to make love to my mate, Kaoru. Never. Now show me to a bed before
I embarrass us in front of all these curious eyes.”

Kaoru giggled and pulled him toward a hallway that disappeared into the heart of the compound.
“All right, simpatie, God forbid you do anything else to shock these poor people. I believe we
have all had enough theatrics for the time being.”

“Desigur, Lubit, that we have.” The grateful man breathed into her hair as he allowed himself to
be led. “That we have.”

Behind them they left a cavern full of curious and somewhat confused people. A few were now
wearing knowing grins and smiles on their faces as they watched the couple fade into the dimly lit
hallway. Others mingled among themselves wondering what the great mysteries were that Cel had
to share with them. He made it all sound so ominous and frightening, but was it going to be that
terrible? Of course, there was the General’s reaction to the knowledge he received while in
blood-bond with The Fang, and if that was anything to judge by, then perhaps they all needed to
be prepared for the worst.

Hiko’s dark green eyes rested thoughtfully on the golden vampire as he watched him disappear
with his only daughter. The vibrating thrum of power was still singing through his veins and his
spirit creating a sensation of giddiness he had not felt before. He realized it was a little like being
drunk on a very fine wine, only more so. And the weight of knowledge he now possessed was
extraordinary as well as frightening. Had he only known...

‘Why was none of this in the Holy Archives? Why was none of this information ever written
down? We should have known long ago what happened when Milos broke the law of the blood
born and created the first ‘Made’. We should have known about Lucifers Sin and the impact it
could and would have on our people if we succumbed to the temptation of the ‘blood’. We should
have known... What happened to the records? Were there ever any that spoke of these things? Oh
Father, Great Pythagoras, why didn’t you leave us records of these words, so that we might have
avoided this tragedy of life? None of this was ever written anywhere. Why? Why? We should
have been given the opportunity to save ourselves before it came to this.’

OooooooooooOooooooooooooOoooooooooooOooooooooooooOooooooooooooooOooooooooo

The Way Of The Fang
Part IV: Together Again

Kenshin Himura/Cel
Kaoru Kamiya

The door closed with an audible ‘click’ as Cel pulled it shut behind him. Slumping back against
the cool metal, he willed his mind to relax and clear itself. So many thoughts and images were
racing back and forth. It was difficult at that moment to tell which of them were his own, and
which was ‘the body collective’ of the ‘Ancients’ the General had tapped into. A dull, aching
started to throb rhythmically between his eyes and he lifted a hand to press against the bridge of
his nose.

“I told you, didn’t I?”

“Told me what, Lubit?” Weary golden eyes opened to gaze lovingly into the fine features of his
mate who walked up to him and leaned into his waiting embrace. A deep sigh of pleasure left
Cel’s body as he cradled the woman next to his heart. How had he existed so long without her?
He didn’t know, but he knew he couldn’t live without her now.

“I told you that you were exhausted, and I was right.” She nuzzled under his chin and wrapped
her arms around his waist. “You can hardly make it this far let alone do anything else.”

“Are you challenging my prowess as a ‘male’, mate?” The severe tone he tried to inflect into his
voice was pitiful, and Kaoru giggled at the attempt. “You’re supposed to be subservient and
respectful, lubit,” Cel chided as he chuckled and nibbled on her earlobe. “You aren’t supposed to
laugh.”

“Oops! Sorry! I forgot I was supposed to be all cowey and female. Are you going to punish me
now?”

“Don’t tempt me.” He growled crushing her to him and burying his face in her throat. “I have too
many other things on my mind that I want to do to you to be worried about punishing you as
well.”

A low moan of hunger crawled out of Kaoru’s vitals and she pressed her body as close to her
mates unyielding form as she could. Her hands slid up his back and curled over his shoulder as she
bent her head back giving him full access to her flesh and an answering shudder quaked through
him.

“Mine,” he breathed heavily as the fangs in his mouth lengthened slightly and grew needle sharp.
“You are mine, Kaoru, mind and no others.”

“Dessigurr,” her voice slurred and grew raspy as the heat of desire rose in her blood and her own
fangs became daggers of lust and need seeking a physical release. A low, moaning cry of sexual
starvation echoed through the arousal charged atmosphere, and the next thing she knew, Kaoru
was staring into a pair of eyes burning liquid gold. “Simpatieee...”

The softness of the bed came up to meet her back, and then he was covering her with his body
pushing her down into the heaped up blankets. Moments that were somehow seconds flashed by
as he removed both of their clothes. Small satisfied cries swept through the room as flesh met
flesh and hands locked together. Tongues danced through fangs and mouths kissed, molded, and
reacquainted themselves with their beloved. Tastes were remembered and shared, hips and thighs
pressed and urged, shifted and rolled; the dance was beginning as the partners took their places.

“Ken-shin, I-I need you.”

“What do you need, indragostit? Tell me and I will give it to you.”

“I... I need you... here.” Her hips surged up into his arousal making him groan deep within
himself. “I need you inside... please.” She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips,
pulling him down onto her as she arched up into him again. “Please, Kenshin, I ache, my stapan, I
ache for you.”

“And I burn for you, my nevasta. You are my light, always. Always, Kaoru. Now and forever.”
With his heart pounding and his breath hot upon the flesh of her breasts, Kenshin settled firmly
between his mates thighs and entered her with one swift thrust. She cried out his name on a high
thin note and fisted her hands in the glorious mane of his flaming, red hair. The strength of her
grip around his waist lifted them both off the mattress as her thighs contracted with ferocious
pleasure.

For several moments, Cel savored the remarkable sensation of once more being buried deep
inside his mates body. It was glorious, it was heaven, it was the key to his sanity. Languidly he
took one of her pink nipples into his mouth and sucked on it. Kaoru shivered with the contact of
his lips and then his tongue. Sucking harder, he brought the faint scrape of his fangs to bear and
felt her quake violently beneath him. His mind clouded as a wave of desire and hunger washed
through the core of him, and in the splintering of an instant, he had sunk those fangs deep into the
tender flesh surrounding her sensitive nipple. The taste of her blood invaded his senses like a
heavy drug, and he pulled her up into him even as he began a bone-jarring rhythm between her
open thighs.

“Iiiuunnnaayyaaa!” The unintelligible sob of aroused hunger sliced through the air as Kaoru’s
voice box contorted around the primitive sound of pleasure-pain. The world was fading and
spinning and she was on a roller coaster of sexual sensation that was frying her brain. Vaguely she
realized that her mate, Cel-Kenshin, or was it Kenshin-Cel? was fucking what was left of said
brain right out of her head. Not to mention he was doing the blood-bond thing again, only this
time he was making contact through her nipple. It was a horrible, blasphemous thought, but as far
as her limited intelligence was concerned, the whole world could blow up right now and she
wouldn’t care. At least she would die happy. Nothing had ever felt this good before, nothing.

Kaoru could sense him drifting closer to her mind, and despite the giddy, glowing sensation she
was getting off the sex, she could almost see him. That beautiful, golden ethereal creature she
remembered from the first bonding. He was close, but not quite, and then the feeling was gone.

“Oh, Lubit,” Cel-Kenshin murmured as he pulled his fangs free and laved the nipple with his
tongue, soothing it and stopping the blood flow. “How much I love you, sweet lubit. More than
you will ever know.” And then he pressed his damp forehead against her chest, slipped his hands
beneath her buttocks, and rode her hard until he heard the strangled screams of her release. His
followed and he rolled to his side pulling her with him so he could continue to hold her close.

“Did I hurt you, Kaoru?” Soft lips tenderly brushed her forehead.

“Nu, Kenshin, I am fine.” She nuzzled into his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his neck.

“Did I– did I please you?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Her voice was filled with mischief, but he didn’t miss the chiding
tone that told him he was being foolish and to stop it. “Of course you pleased me. You almost
pleased me into everlasting oblivion, Mighty Fang.”

Kenshin-Cel laughed lightly and snuggled his mate closer. “That’s nice to know,” He quipped as
he nipped her shoulder. “I would be very displeased if I couldn’t please you, you know.”

“Well, you don’t have anything to worry about, so stop it. If you’re this good when you’re half
dead....” They both burst into laughter at her unspoken innuendo. “‘Nuff said?”

“Yes, lubit, enough said. Except one thing,”

“What is that?”

“I love you, Kaoru.”

“I love you, too, Kenshin... ummm, by the way, when you’re like this, do I call you Kenshin, or
Cel, or ‘Great One’, or ‘Lord Fang’, or what? I’m sorta confused about that.”

Cel laughed and brushed his lips across hers. “Lubit, you may call me whatever you wish, after
all, you are ‘The Source’, and my mate. That makes you very important, as well as gives you
liberties others do not share. So, you choose what you want to call me.”

“I met you as ‘Kenshin’, and I like the name. I want to keep it that way, does that work for you,
oh Great One?”

“God, I almost forgot what a sass you are,” he rubbed his cheek along her nose and forehead.
“Desigur, lubit, it works for me. Now, can we take a nap, or something close to it. I am beat.”

“Um-hum. We can. Although, I am not as tired as you. How long do you want to sleep? Do you
want me to wake you up before sunrise so you can talk to Papa and Aoshi, or do you want to
sleep all night and talk tomorrow night?”

“Nu, there are things that need to be done tonight. Don’t let me sleep past nine-thirty.”

“Alright, simpatie, I promise I will wake you up.”

“Sleep with me for a little while?”

“Desigur, stapan. I wouldn’t miss that for anything.” And with a smile Kaoru curled up in her
lover’s arms and closed her eyes. It had been a frightening day, a terrible day, a day that could
have meant the end of her people and all that they knew. But, instead, there was hope now. Hope
for the future and a new way to live. It would be a long and difficult path to walk, but did not the
way to true enlightenment always require change, and was not change the most difficult lesson of
all? Change and Forgiveness. They walked hand in hand for the Clans. The world was going to
get a second chance.

The Way of The Fang

Part V: Education of The Masses

Cel

Kaoru Kamiya

Hiko Seijuro

Aoshi Shinomori

Enishii Yukishiro

Misao Makimachi

Okita Soushi

Angel Targon

The first order of business was to get all of the Slayers on the same page as Cel and the General,
and that was up to Aoshi and Kaoru. Calling an ‘all-points’ meeting seemed to be the best way, so
word was sent to each of the groups throughout the city and in Manhattan. Everyone was ordered
to come into the compound for the emergency meeting that night by midnight, no exceptions. The
first to arrive were Misao and the China Town chapter, then came Okita and his ‘street rats’,
Katsu and the ‘flying circus’, and last to pull their panting ass’s through the compound doors
were Enishii and his ‘high class up-towners’.

The first thing out of Kaoru’s mouth when she spotted Misao and Okita was the root of her
worries and guilt at that moment. “Have any of you or your teams seen signs of Stephan and the
others?”

“What ‘others’ are you talking about, Kaoru?” Misao sensed her long-time friend’s anxiety and
became immediately concerned. “What happened?”

“You mean you don’t know?” Confused silver-blue eyes searched the smaller woman’s face in
fear. “Didn’t you hear? They went looking for me last night when I didn’t come back from my
patrol. No one here has heard from them and we don’t even know if they are alive or not.”

“Shit, no, I hadn’t heard.” Misao’s sharp, iridescent blue-green eyes became cloudy as she
searched her mind for any recollection of Stephan’s name. “Who else went with him?”

“Jules, Cody, and Angel...” Kaoru’s voice trailed off as her brain flashed images of each trusted
face across her minds eye. “Angel was barely out of slayer training. She wasn’t ready to go out
into the danger zone yet. I feel so... responsible.”

“Well, you should.”

Kaoru’s head snapped to the side and she fiercely met the shiny mirrored surface of Enishii’s
spectacles as they teetered on the bridge of his nose. “I do feel responsible, Nishii.” She spat
angrily and blinked to keep the bitter sting of her tears at bay. “It’s my fault they went out looking
for me, and it will be my fault if anything happens to them.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, Miss High-and-Mighty Slayer Princess, because it’s thanks to my
sister that those four younglings are still alive to tell you what they think of you.”

“They are alive?” The incredible joy of hearing that the four slayers were alive totally over
shadowed the nasty insult and innuendo that laced the arrogant upper class slayers words.
“Where? Where are they? I must see them for myself, Nishii. Where are they?”

“Of course, you want to see them, Slayer, but what makes you think they want to see you?”

“Perhaps, Lieutenant Yukishiro, that is a question best posed to the young slayers themselves,
desigur?” The smooth, satiny voice drifted between the two slayers like a seductive mist
effectively putting an end to the conversation. However, Enishii was not quite ready to end his
diatribe and he whirled, with fangs bared, intent upon giving the unwanted intruder a scathing
dress-down that only he was capable of.

“Perhaps, and perhaps not, my good friend, but the first order of business, I believe, is an answer
to the question... Just who the hell are YOU?” As the viciously spoken words left the silver-haired
vampire’s mouth, he found himself choking on what could only be his own tongue. “By the
Mother’s eyes,” he rasped, “who are you?”

Cel smiled, showing off his magnificent, but retracted fangs. The flaming amber of his eyes was
also subdued but the sparkle of life was as brilliant as ever, and the wild mane of his blood red hair
hung smooth and soft as silk down his back. “Who do you think I am, Enishii Yukishiro?”

“I...” The tingle of power sifted through the air and brushed against his face on its way to his
soul. “I–I saw you,” he whispered in a small childlike voice as his hand lifted to the center of his
chest. “I saw you tonight... in a nightmare I had.”

“Desigur, my tovaras. You have all seen me, but do you know who I am?”

“I–desigur. I know. I knew the moment your face appeared before me in mt mind, but... I was
not expecting– I did not think– I...”

“You did not expect me to be here? Is that what you are having such difficulties saying, Enishii
Yukishiro?” The stunned slayer nodded and another patient smile curved through Cel’s lips. “I
understand. It is all very confusion– to no one more than myself, so perhaps if we try to work the
difficulties out together, the confusion will resolve itself, desigur? Is this not a better plan of
action than snarling and snapping at each others throats?”

“I–I...” Again Enishii nodded as he found himself without the words to speak to such a perfect
logic. Nor did he have any idea what to say to the being before him who had been, up until this
moment, nothing more than a myth.

“Good, I am glad we agree. Now, if you would be so kind, Lieutenant Yukishiro, I would very
much like to meet the four slayers who volunteered to search for my mate when she did not return
as scheduled. I wish to thank them for their selflessness as well as their courage.”

“You–your mate?” Enishii nearly fainted as the impact of Cel’s words struck him full in the
chest. Kaoru, the slayer’s nightmare, was mate to The Almighty Fang? A heavy fog of impending
unconsciousness started to swim around the gapping slayers head as visions of that same head
rolling in a bloody mass across the compound floor began to wash across his mind. Had he just
been arguing and insulting The Fang’s Beloved Mate? Did his mind read true on that fact which
named the arrogant, disrespectful, mean-spirited slayer ‘The Source’? ‘I’m a dead man.’

“K-kaoru? You’re the–‘The Source’?” The confusion of Enishii’s mind was perfectly reflected in
Misao’s glassy gaze. “What the hell is going on?” She cried as she approached her friend and the
two men. “Is this guy saying he’s ‘Cel, The Fang’ and you’re his–his mate? You mean all of that
hooch I saw in my dreams wasn’t the tequila I had before I went to bed?!”

“Misao,” Kaoru grabbed the babbling brunette by the arm and pulled her close. “Get a grip,
girl-friend,” she hissed. “Desigur, this is ‘Cel’, and desigur, he is my mate. Now calm down
before you burst something important.”

“Calm down?!” Misao screeched. “How can I calm down when the whole world has changed in
one day?”

“Desigur, Misao Machimaki,” Cel moved to the distraught woman-girl’s side and put a
comforting arm around her shoulders. “The world has changed for all of us this day, but even
more so for me. I now have the responsibility of caring for and trying to protect billions of lives,
both vampire and human. Yours is among them. Everyone in this compound is among them.” He
gave her a reassuring squeeze and then stepped away so he could consider all of the astonished
faces that were regarding him.

“We are standing on the threshold of a new world, my friends, a new time has opened up before
us and with it come’s the knowledge that we must band together with the allies The One God has
given us. This is something we must do if we wish to survive.”

“What do you mean, if we wish to survive?” Katsu came to the front his green eyes snapping
with anxiety. “We already know how to survive. Our ancestors did it for thousands of years.”

“Katsu is right. Why do you say it is a matter of survival?” Okita Soushi, the leader of the ‘street
rats’ stepped forward and forced himself to meet the amber gaze of Cel despite the fear that
thundered in his chest. “We have been doing a fine job of surviving for over 600 years. What is so
different now that you expect us to form alliances with the humans? That is what you are
expecting, isn’t it?”

“Desigur, Okita Soushi, Katsu Tsunan, and I concur that you all have been surviving very well
for the last 600 years without the humans, but the day of The Holy War is upon us and Gustov
Uriel will not stay hidden in the shadows much longer.”

“What do you mean, he will not stay hidden much longer?” Okita looked around at the other
confused faces and then, spreading his hands before him in a gesture of entreaty, he spoke. “The
Black Diamond has always stayed hidden from sight. He sends his henchmen to do his dirty work.
No one ever sees him around the action, so what you say makes no sense unless you think he is
planning something.”

“Is he planning something, My Lord?” Katsu suddenly looked more worried than he had a
moment before.

“Absolutely.” The affirmation was made with such solid simplicity everyone in the room caught
their breath. “He is already on the move and we must be certain we are prepared for anything,
because when he strikes, it will with the snapping swiftness of a coiled viper.”

“How do you know he is on the move, My Lord?” Hiko moved silently to take his place on Cel’s
right side. “What makes you think this? Have you seen something?”

“Nu, Hiko Seijuro, I have not seen anything, but Uriel is no fool. He knows I have awakened,
and he knows the meaning and significance of that. He will not wait long to start positioning his
people in order to effect a crushing blow.” A long, taloned finger thoughtfully tapped against
Cel’s lower lip. “He will think to strike at us quickly and at the heart of the clans.”

“You mean, he will strike here, in New York.”

“I believe so.”

“It would be the logical choice, but what are his reasons? Why does he do it, My Lord?”

“Because, Hiko Seijuro, every member of the Corban bloodline exist here. If he can destroy us,
he can destroy all links to The All Father and The One God. The Oath with the Mother will be
forever broken and the Pure Bloods will vanquish in Hell.”

“All will be lost.”

“Desigur. There will be no hope in saving the Earth or the humans.”

“The Alliance with the humans must be made, My Lord, but how will we approach them? To
them we are nothing more than horror movie icons and villains. We are storybook myths. What
can we do?”

“Teach them,” The voice was small, almost timid, but it made its way into the two mens
conversation on the note of sheer will. “We must teach them, Great One. There are those among
the humans who know who we are and accept it. We have friends, some of us, and I know they
would be willing to help. All we have to do is ask and explain.”

“You are right, youngling.” Cel grinned and allowed soft eyes to caress the young girls face. She
looked like a forest nymph or an elf she was so ethereal. Her hair was white-blonde with vibrant
gold streaks just barely showing through, and her eyes shown an astonishing lime green as they
blinked and winked like two lanterns in her sharp featured face. “What is your name, girl?” He
asked as he lightly placed a hand on her slim shoulder.

“Angel,” she whispered. “My name is Angel.”

“Angel,” Glowing golden eyes shown with pride and affection as Cel gazed upon her lovely face.
“You are one of those sent to find my Kaoru, aren’t you?”

“Desigur, Great One. I went, but the sun rose before we were successful.”

“That is alright, youngling. You would not have found her regardless of your efforts, she was with
me all that night.” His hand gently squeezed her shoulder. “But I thank you for what you tried to
do. I will remember your courage and selflessness always, and that of your comrades.”

“You are welcome, Great One.” A brilliant smile crossed the innocent face of the young slayer,
and her lime-green eyes shone with a joyful light. “I pray I may be useful to you again, and I put
my skills and my life in your service, Almighty Fang. I am yours to command.”

“I am grateful, Angel Targon, and it is I who is in your debt.” He leaned down and placed the
softest of kisses upon her smooth cheek, and then turned to face the gathering of slayers. “It is
time for us to pull together as a single striking force. We must be united as one body, one mind,
and one purpose. It is I who is sent to lead you into the dark days ahead, but it is the power of all
our combined strengths that will see us through to the end. I am only one man. Despite my power
and the knowledge of the Ancient Ones I cannot do this alone, and you cannot do this without
me. We must do it together. Is there anyone here who does not agree? If so, please step forth that
we might speak of your concerns.”

The crowd of vampires tuned and began looking from one to the other, each face filled with
questioning and indecision of some degree. Of course there were questions, there were always
questions, but who would be the first to step forward. To everyone’s surprise it was not a slayer
that moved beyond the edge of the circle, but a clan member. And the clan member it was created
a tense stir among the others.

“It is not that I do not agree, My Lord, but I have concerns about the records.”

“The records? Of what records and what concerns do you speak, Soujiro Kamiya? You are The
Keeper of The Holy Archive, you would know more about the records that anyone. Why do you
ask me?” Cel moved to stand in front of the dark-haired man who looked more boy than adult and
gazed with concern into his blue-gray eyes. “What troubles you?”

“They appear to be incomplete, My Lord.”

“Incomplete? In what way?”

“There is no mention in them of a vampire named Milos, or of the Great Sin. Neither is there any
reference to the fall of Milos and the creation of the first Made. There is nothing written
anywhere about the Oath made with The Mother.” A graceful hand raked its way through thick,
dark brown hair as a perplexed look fixed itself upon Soujiro’s face. “Father spoke to me of it
while you were resting, and I searched the records for any mention of these things, and there is
not one. Not in even the oldest of the scrolls. I do not understand, if this is such a significant part
of our history, and it was what inevitably led us to this point in time, why were we never warned,
or reminded? Why were we never told?”

“I wish I knew the answers to those questions, my brother, but I don’t. All I know is what has
been born within me to know. Our people teeter on the edge of the abyss of everlasting damnation
because of Milos’ sin, and because of that, we must destroy that which we have spawned through
the unclean perversion of the way of the fang.”

“The way of the fang? I have never heard this before?” Troubled eyes searched Cel’s face and
then searched the faces of those around them finding that they, too, were filled with worry and
confusion. “What is this thing? There is no mention of it either. I do not understand why the
records are so incomplete. It should not be this way.”

“Nu, my brother, it should not be this way, but it is, and if it is there must be a cause for it. The
All Father would not have kept such vital information from his children unless there was a reason
for it.” Cel’s talon-tipped hand reached out and gently grasped Soujiro by the shoulder. “What we
must not do, is dwell upon what we do not understand and focus upon the tasks ahead. There is
much to be done.”

“But, My Lord, are we supposed to stumble around in the dark without the information we need?
How can we fight the Made if we do not know what our true goals are? Are we striving to be
forgiven for Milos’ sins, or are we trying to win a war before all of our people are annihilated and
the humans are turned into slaves? Why are we doing this? Is it Revolution or Genocyde? And
why are we being held responsible for a sin committed by a man none of us have ever or could
ever have known? The lunacy and paradox of the situation is almost unfathomable.”

A serious, frightening look passed over Cel’s face as he clasped his hands behind his back and
turned away from the distraught record keeper. His mind was in turmoil as he searched for the
words to enlighten the troubled man as well as explain to everyone the reasons that dictated the
cause for the war. Unbidden, his golden gaze was drawn to the gem hard stare of the Leader,
Hiko Seijuro. He understood because he spoke to The All Father and heard it from Pythagoras’
lips, but how would he, Cel, convey that horrible truth to these people? How could he make them
understand that the cause for forgiveness and the reason for the war were one in the same? That
the redemption of their people depended upon their ability to concur that which they had released
into a world of innocent blood?

A low growl echoed in his chest and Cel’s eyes darkened to a molten amber. Anger burned in his
chest as he snapped his fangs. Rounding furiously on the shocked group of vampires, he hissed in
low, malevolent voice. “The Oath to The Mother must be restored and the breech to The One
God crossed. We must remember that which has been forgotten and cleave unto the truth for it is
our Holy Gospel of Sacred Trust.”

“Wh–what is the truth we must remember, Great Fang?” Aoshi stepped forward to catch Soujiro
as the man stumbled back from the wave of wrath that passed through him. “What have we
forgotten?”

“It will not be an easy truth for you to hear, as your leader discovered, but hear it you must for it
is the greatest truth of all. It is the secret of the past that has been kept from the records, it is the
bitter gall of the old ones and it will taste more bitter than garlic. It will be the same for all of
you... for every pure blood. It is the mystery of the pure blood lineage.”

“Lineage? I don’t understand, My Lord?” Aoshi’s icy blue eyes narrowed as he stepped in front
of Soujiro and faced the golden vampire more fully. “Where did we come from if not The All
Father? We all descend from Pythagorus’ progeny in one way or another... don’t we?”

“Desigur, my tovarus, but not in the way you think.”

“Then... how?”

“Each and every clan within the pure blood history has its origins in the same genetic spawning
pool. All but the family Corban. They alone are direct descendants of the All Father and his Bride,
Lilith. Only they are the progeny of the mating.”

“I do not understand.” Aoshi shook his head letting his gaze drift over the rest of the confused
faces surrounding them. Among them he saw friends, half-relatives, near strangers and his trusted
slayers. Pure bloods one and all... or were they something else? “Where did the rest of us spawn,
My Lord, if not the All Father’s loins?”

“From a human turned Pure Blood.”

Aoshi’s face turned a sickly gray as he turned back to face the mighty golden vampire. His mind
was screaming in rejection at what he heard from those lips, but as he met the steady, truthful
gaze, his heart and soul knew the words held no falsehoods. Somewhere in his long forgotten
bloodline, there was a human who had been the first. The first to begin the clan that spawned his
blood... and him.

“By the Mother... why were we never told?”

“Unless I am mistaken,” Cel spoke in a cold, authoritative voice that broke no objections. “We
lost the rights to knowing when Milos broke the Oath. Perhaps the records were burned, or
spirited away, I cannot tell you, but I do know that so great was the sin, and so great has been the
blaspheme that has followed, we are damned unless we cleanse the pathway back to The Mother.”

“But why are we being held responsible for Milo’s sin? Most of us have never made a Made?”

“How many of you are responsible for the death of a human?” Cel’s eyes coldly slide across the
sea of faces and on them he saw confusion. “How many of you have killed a human, whether it
was for food, pleasure, or so-called self defense? How many?” No one spoke. “If there is one
among you who does not wear the stain of human blood upon their hands, let he or she step
forth.” No one came. “That is OUR sin. The shedding of innocent blood. We are the stronger
species, we are superior. There should never be a reason for us to kill these weaker cousins of
ours. Not any reason is good enough unless we are, indeed, fighting for our lives, but then, how
foolish does that sound?” The smell of shame filled the room and not one member of the group
could meet his eyes.

“Bear your shame well, my brothers and sisters, for we are all guilty. Even I am guilty of this
crime. My hands are stained with innocent blood and I must redeem my soul. WE must all redeem
our souls if we are to get back what was lost.”

“What was lost, Lord Cel?” Soujiro lifted a tear streaked face and regarded the golden vampire
with a deep respect. “What must be found?”

“Our Honor, my brother, and the trust of The Mother. The Oath must be restored and we must
regain our place as Protectors of The Earth by guarding The Gates of Hell. That was our purpose
for existence from the very beginning.”

“What are we?” Aoshi placed his hand on Cel’s forearm as shock continued to hammer his
system.

“The Angels of Darkness, tovarus, we are the angels of darkness.”

TBC

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