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The Tears of Tyranny	By : shaolin Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Tears of Tyranny
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Ello' readers...thanks for checking my fic out...For you old school fans of WWF, This fic has been going forever, and was forgotten on my shelves because it was wrote *before* I had a computer...it now must be copied from a spiral notebook...Wow I feel like Mic Foley...That's how he wrote his first book... by hand...which is the way this was done...I will be tweeking it cause I'm a better writer now, and it really needs some filler and a better story line...which I have planned... Please review...I enjoy your feedback and comments...just be sure you know the difference between a review and a flame...flames will be used to heat my cold house...thanks...Shaolin..PS..As you may know if you read my other fics, my spell check has died and refuses to be fixed...again i'm sorry for any spelling mistakes!
The Tears of Tyranny (prelude)
The mid-wife cut the baby from of her mother's stomach as Lady Chloe took her last breath, and Tyranny took her first. Then placed her in her father's massive arms. He wept bitterly as the pain engulfed the icy terrain of his heart, buried deep in his immortal shell.
He silently wept again as he watched his dead wife's funeral procession, gliding slowly down the cobbled streets of his kingdom. The druids softly chanting, holding their bright torches, lighting the way to her eternal resting place. Werewolves howled and legions of vampires filled the streets sheding their uncommon tears of blood.
Only Undertaker was silent as he caught the final scent of Chloe, his beloved companion, lingering in the stale night air. Holding Tyranny in his arms, his inhuman green eyes glowed as he looked down upon his daughter. He held her above him, offering the coming years of her life to the dark ministry, and swearing vengence upon God.
"If I cannnot punish God himself, then I shall punish his creations!" He roared into the night air, "No mortal shall ever be safe in my domain again. I am Lord! I decide who lives and who dies here!" He bellowed to the heavens as the angry thunder and lightning blew up suddenly around the sky above the castle. "I control all in this kingdom! Damn the mortals! They shall never again be allowed to live without my permission, but they sure as hell can die!!!"
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=Chapter one= 23 years later
Tyranny looked out over the dark waters from her high balcony. Her father's castle casting an eerie shadow across the shifting sea as the sun finally set. She breathed in the oncoming night and sighed. Not wanting the night to come for once. The noise began downstairs as it always did at dusk, even louder today because the ball was tonight. The castle thrived on the power of night, as did her father.
She didn't have time to think any more about it, her ears began to ring and suddenly seemed to almost tighten. Father's mere presence could be felt by anyone with vampire blood, and his awesome power could break even her deepest thoughts and meditations.
Lord Calloway was known to all as The Undertaker because wherever he was death was sure to follow. He had named his only daughter Tyranny, so she would one day be known as the queen of tyrants. When she followed in his dark legacy of hatred, she alone would reign supreme. To his delight she excelled in torture and the dark arts, but part of her was human so her heart always longed for love. Something she had inherited from her mother, passed from mother to daughter before birth. Sadly, it was the only thing.
Lady Chloe had died in childbirth. She had been human, special, and it almost killed Lord Calloway when he could not save her. Begging for her to embrace immortality. She had refused his blood, not wanting to live as a vampire. Tyranny had been born into death, and he had made sure she lived it.
The pounding on the door was definately father's. The huge wood double door that seperated her bedroom from the balcony strained against its hinges as his huge fists struck it.
"TYRANNY!", her father's voice boomed from behind the door. "Come inside this instant!"
She called back trying to sound like she wasn't doing anything wrong, "Coming father!"
'Shit!', she thought, 'here we go with the stay out of the sun speech.'
Tyrany opened the heavy door just enough to squeeze by, not wanting to hurt her father's eyes. The sun was something people in the kingdom seldom ventured out in. At least not her father's subjects. The common people in the village below were afraid of night, but the dark ones feared day. The sun bringing a painful death.
She looked up in time to see him glaring at her her with his dark impatient eyes as she shut the door. Tyranny could tell he had only been awake a short time, his face was gaunt from lack of blood.
"Tyranny! What are you doing out there? I have told you many times to stay out of the sun! No matter if it is just setting," he scolded her harshly.
"But father," she tried to explain, but knew it was to no avail. "It just dosen't hurt me like the others."
Her statement turned his face from white to red in an instant. "I don't care, Tyranny!" He hated to be reminded of her halfling status. "Just because you are not a full vampire does not mean the sun does not hurt you. It harms you in ways you have no way of understanding. I will not tell you again!"
They had been over this a million times. Everytime more frustrating than the time before. She locked eyes with him. His long dark hair falling around his shoulders, now hiding a good portion of his face, as he met her stare. The immortal green eyes glowed slightly telling her this was not the time to argue.
She bowed her head and sighed. "Yes, M'lord," she said dryly.
He turned with a soft rustle of black velvet, his huge robe dragging the black marble floor. Walking slowly, and then opening the ornate wooden door to her bedroom.
He turned, his face a little kinder, "Now, get dressed the ball begins within the hour." He let a small smile touch his lips before continuing, "Just so you know, The Brood with be attending tonight. So be on your best behavior." He flashed her a knowing glace, "Understand, young lady?"
"Yes father, I shall be down within the hour."
She bowed low to please him, then traced his steps to the door. Smiling slightly reveiling her small pointed teeth, she softly closed the heavy door after him. As soon as his footsteps faded, she broke into a fit of giggles as she twirled across the cold floor and threw herself on the large dark oak bed. She now wished the ball to come sooner, father had not told her *he* would be there tonight.
'The Brood', she thought, 'and when the Brood is here so is Gangrel. I will see my love tonight.'
She blushed again and touched her breast, as the desire filled her once more.
"Gangrel." His name escaped her lips and echoed in the empty room.
Gangrel was one of her fathers favored Captains, he was in charge of the vampire guard, and training of all the new warriors. She had watched him secretly for years, from the many deserted windows of the castle, in the lighted courtyard at night, training feverishly with his new crop of warriors. Sometimes Tyranny would catch the object of her affection by himself, practicing for hours with his fighting staff.
These times she could not tear herself away from the shadows while watching, praying she didn't make a sound, but somewhere inside wanting him to know she was there. Other times Tyranny d hed hear his voice, laughter coming from the Great Hall. The late night parties for Lord Calloway's ever conquering army would run until dawn sometimes, and Gangrel would be by his side. The Captain of the guard, her father's right hand man, and the only one she had ever wanted.
Undertaker's voice would come booming through the rafters as the blood flowed from the goblets between them. The laughter of Gangrel filled her ears like a sweet melody on those happy nights, hearing his brothers laughing along with him.
Tyranny unfortunately could never seem to catch him alone. They were always there right behind him, like shadows, lurking silently. She hated Edge, with a passion that was beyond anything else. Always fawning all over her, and smiling with those revolting teeth. Her favorite wish was to pull them out and use them for his own guitine, when she beheaded him for being too stupid to notice how much she couldn't stand him. And the other one, Christian, was like a lost puppy without the instruction or action of the other two. Gangrel sometimes tried to ditch them to get closer to Tyranny, but they always found him.
She laughed with the thought of it, then flashed hotly as she remembered the first and last time they had touched. At the All Hollow's Eve ball last month, he had asked her to dance. She had searched her father's eyes desperately for approval. He only gave a slight nod in their direction, and cast Gangrel a narrow eyed stare of caution.
The blonde vampire led her to the dance floor, and spun her into his arms, but he did not speak. Instead her sent her beautiful images telepathicly. Pictures of the full moon, the roaring sea, velvet cascades of night, and as he leaned in slightly he tightened his grasp.
Tyranny could feel his hot breath on her exposed neck, veins throbbing with her pounding heart beat. Gangrel moaned softly as he sent a image of them making love. Everything seemed to stop as her mind tried to block it out, but he would not let her. She saw his body on hers, tense muscles straining as he ravaged her body. Lips nuzzled at her neck, daring Tyranny to let him taste the blood that flowed beneath the alibaster skin.
Sadly the music ended, their eyes still locked until he was torn from her grasp by his brothers. Edge and Christian had caught the ever increasing narrow eyed stares from the Dark Lord, and they had to almost drag him from the dance floor.
Tyranny watched them go, disappearing from the festivities, leaving her alone on the danloorloor. She walked slowly back to her place, next to father on his throne. They both watched silently the rest of the night, he said not a word about Gangrel.
Sometimes as she walked the dark halls at night, she would feel his eyes upon her, like two hot spots on her bare skin. Her secret would send pictures if he was close enough, just to let her know he was thinking about her. Tyranny's mind wasn't yet strong enough to send pictures, so she sent feelings and emotions. Like the touch of her hand, or the brush of her lips, or the feelings of happiness she had when she thought of them touching once more.
Tyranny tried to push the thoughts away as she realized she had not even begun to get ready. She rang the small gong on her mantle for her personal attendant and he appeared several seconds later.
******************************************************* Much more of this story...like I said it's Old School... I started this in October of 2000...and have never finished... I will now...It may take awhile because it has to be typed, when it was first written I had no computer...so it's in a paper notebook... I know, tell me about it...I never had a place to post it before...I really hope you like it...This fic has many of my favorite WWF characters... Look for DX and Chyna, and more of the Dark Ministry...Like I said this fic is being brought back from the grave...just like my beloved Undertaker! Can't wait for Wrestlemania XX...this is for the WWE writer's who refuse to let my second favorite character stay buried...I won't either....Ammida Buddha Shaolin
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