World War III (Salvatore)

[Mitchell Monroe]

Mitchell put on his sunglasses as he stepped outside, it was a beautiful and crisp morning and he didn't have a care in the world today as everything seemed to be perfect - Mitchell had began walking down the streets noticing the kids all going towards their schools and various other people doing what humans did. It was nice and tranquil, Mitchell stopped in a corner shop and grabbed himself today's newspaper and read it as he began to walk - Lycan attacks had been taking the city by storm, and although Mitchell was a vampire he knew some of the Lycans could not control their animalistic urges and it made him wish more people saw humanity as he saw it.

He let out a deep sigh as he continued his walk down the streets, eventually he had come to be outside the museum... a trip down memory lane.. He began to think about it and he slowly clambered up the stairs and walked into the great place its beauty amazed him he'd not seen such beauty in such a long time. Mitchell looked at the various signs and he headed to the old war exhibits. Eventually after passing through the World War I section he came to what he liked to call his home. He looked through the glass at the mannequin soldiers wearing a uniform that bore resemblance to the one he had once wore fighting alongside such men of honor.

Mitchell placed his finger-tip on the glass, he longed to go back to that simpler time when he had not ruined his life, and he continued to look around the exhibit and he looked over the names of some of the deceased soldiers that the museum had managed to compile - He saw so many familiar names and it made him realize he was one those veterans but the only shame he had was that he would last longer than many of them.

Fuck Salvatore. he cursed in his mind as he wandered deeper into the exhibit, the war was not good to him and he yet he wanted to go back to those trenches and just relive everything but this time he would have killed Salvatore instead of joining that fuckwit.

Or he'd give into his will but this time he wouldn't obey him, no he would have struck him down.. But it was already too late he'd been a slave for Salvatore and he was ashamed of the killings and the other things he was forced to do. . He was a outcast now and here he was exploring his own past with the help of a museum if anything he should have been placed in here like a relic to the past, But he'd earned his right to humanity and now he was not going to give in again, he was going to defend humans with his own life because he knew that even though some might call him a vampire in his mind and heart he was still a human being.

[murdock]

A leader, a warrior, a noble, benevolent, cruel, Salvatore was all this, he had lived more than any other vampire around him, he had been in the most gruesome battles, he had led man to victory and even some to defeat, many had perished over his own little turf wars. Salvatore regretted nothing, he was a war born vindicator and a conqueror, blood for blood. And in this glorious night, present day the only place he had to remind him of those past victories and those days in the battlefield was the local museum, a magnificent place filled with the most varied forms of art, some, deeply connected to him.

As the car drove through the streets he looked through the glass as the heavy rain fell on the concrete, reminded him of a dark night in 17th century Paris where he had followed a pack of Lycans and mangled them over something as trivial as lack of fun. He wasn't like that anymore, he was still cruel when necessary but for the most part he enjoyed the peace and quietness. He still had his claws ready to pierce through flesh, but he kept them down most of the time. To be fair, Salvatore was feared, not many dares attack him, so there was no real need for the claws to be used.

This false sense of peace between vampires and lycans was unnerving and disturbing to most of his men, they couldn't be trusted, but they weren't so be simply attacked at sight, it made patrolling the streets extremely hard, knowing that you could be ripped to shreds for not doing it first. To Salvatore, sometimes it felt like war would be a better option, at least then he'd know what to expect in every corner, life would be easier, and so would death, but not everything could be perfect.

The car stopped and he opened the door himself not willing to wait for the driver to do it. The long black robe with golden adornments swiftly crossed the pavement as his dark leather boots climbed the sidewalk and stairs leading to the main door of the museum. His pale hand crossed the door knob and he pushed it open. Two of his guards got out of the car shortly after and keeping a distance followed him inside. He sniffed the air and his eyes traced the various corridors and halls in front of him, he knew that place well.

He headed toward the Victorian era corridor, he had seen Queen Victoria with his eyes, he had spoken to her, but then again, he had met many. A white long dress stood inside a vitrine, he remembered that dress, she was wearing it during a casual stroll through the parks of London. He wasn't a particular fan of her, or any queen in general, but he wasn't an enemy either. He simply didn't care. "She asked me to bow...I said no and kept on walking...I am far more of a noble blood than she would ever wish to be, not to worry nothing happened to me my minions!" He smiled. He was a Lord of the underworld, she was a noble of the exterior world, and the underworld ends up consuming the outer one when necessary.

He kept taking steady steps through the halls until he saw a large sign saying "World War I" He had been there. Wasn't part of any side, but extreme gallons of blood and money to be made from arsenal was a great thing, so he had been there, taking from and supplying both sides. He felt another presence in the room, someone of his kind as Salvatore was one of the few vampires with the ability to feel others nearby, supernatural presences were easier to perceive than mortal ones.

Just around the corner awaited a face he knew well. Mitchell. The stray bat, he had never bothered much with regaining his loyalty, he wasn't a danger to the clan either. For as long as he stayed low, so would his head stay on his body. Salvatore placed both hands trapped in a fist behind his back and made sign for his men to keep a certain distance as he approached the man.

"Not recommendable to stay so tightly trapped in the past. Perhaps keeping certain memories is commendable and healthy, but roaming in the dark halls of your mind can't be that good for your sanity and well-being. Tell me, has the bat learned to live a life away from a cave? Because like biology would tell you, they always end up missing the cave." This would most probably be fun, and he better at least show some courtesy and some respect to Salvatore, or things would not bode well for the young vampire.

[Mitchell Monroe]

Mitchell had no idea how long he'd been exploring the halls of the past. All of these memories where like a page from a ongoing book in his mind and Mitchell winched at the thought of his brothers in arms having died long ago while Mitchell still lived and breathed in the new era many of them had talked about.

Mitchell placed his hands against the glass feeling a sense of sorrow but a light hearted chuckle escaped his lips. He didn't need to re-think these memories. And then something Mitchell never expected to happen. The one person on earth he thought he had escaped had came roaming into the halls.. Slightly reminiscent of their first meeting in this time period.. The only difference was this time Mitchell was no longer his slave.

Mitchell bowed in a sarcastic manner as Salvatore spoke to him, looking towards his former employer he chuckled slightly at his remarks before making his own; "Why I'd love to say i miss hanging around a cave like one of your ordinary bats.. but i can happily say I've adjusted myself away from you and your coven.
Records be damned if I'd ever see you again, but yet here you are like we had been all those years ago.. The only difference my friend, is that i won't be returning to the cave with you this time.. It appears I'm not so scared like i had been when i was human." Mitchell spoke almost smirking at his old master. He looked back towards the glass and then back to Salvatore.

"Tell me... What brings you out here to elements of all our past times.. Surely you're not searching for something from your own lifetime or have you just grown bored that you wish to return to a day and age when people actually didn't pretend to fear you... " Mitchell laughed sarcastically he knew this would surely push Salvatore's buttons which is exactly what he wanted. He knew the man wouldn't try anything as long as they had been in the museum but he knew as soon as he did eventually leave this place he might have been have to pack up and relocate once more, although it was fun angering him.

Mitchell sighed and began to look at the other windows. "Want to know something funny, if we could reverse time I'd still pick the same choices i did all those years ago.. it's funny knowing that i still would have been your slave for the longest periods of my life.. don't you think?.. Well of course you don't" Mitchell replied again sarcastically.

The former slave was finally breaking the chains of oppression but he always wondered what if he had stayed with Salvatore and how his life would have been different to what it was now. Maybe he would have been granted a small wealth of power had he remained by the side of this man.. But these thoughts shouldn't have been in his mind he was more a less pondering them. It was a funny thing to think about staring at his former master.

[murdock]

Salvatore stood there quit and silent as Mitchell went on to display his lack of respect for him. The Vampire Elder didn't really show any signs of being altered, but that was part of his fear inducing and psychotic personality, deep inside he could already picture this young, stupid vampire being disemboweled at his hands to serve as an example. Most likely one of his men heard the youngster go on his little idiotic speech and was already walking toward the two of them as Mitchell said his last word, to which Salvatore rose his hand to have him stop.

"Hah, such loyal companions I have, loyalty, not shared by many, can't really complaine." Salvatore walked a bit to the side just admiring the old uniforms, and by each step he took he got closer and closer to Mitchell. Stopping his steps he turned his face to the vampire "I will take your severe disrespect lightly, simply because I understand it has been a long time since you have last seen me." Taking a hand to the right while the other was still placed on the back he continued. "But...As a fair friendly warning, next time you want to speak to me in such manners, I'd recommend not. You forget your place "neonate" I am a pure blood, and an elder above all, your powers are comparable to those of an insect when matched with me.".

He noticed the guard coming closer and yet again made sign for him to stop "I do have a couple of armed guys around, but again, not to worry, I'd be most happy to do the entire job myself" Reaching for the glass with his hand he looked at the objects inside and his voice lowered in tone but not in how serious it was "Mitchell, I want you to realize something, my allies, and even my enemies, don't pretend to fear me, they truly fear me. Because I can choke the life out of their eyes, easily. The last man that spoke to me in such way, was impaled in the middle of a battlefield, his guts left to dry out at the sun, the tears of his family were a reminder of the man I am.".

He walked a few steps away from the glass and turned his head to Mitchell "I don't consider myself to be evil, evil is such a complex notion and I was always against black and white subjects." Walking forward he was now just a few inches away from the vampire's face "Look into my eyes Mitchell, it's very important you remember their color, because the hell I'll put you through will be colored the same, so you can always remember those moments when you..." he chuckled briefly "pretended...to fear me!

He looked at the objects again and laughed "You miss your comrades that much? Heard they are scattered across various cemeteries and their remnants across various museums, perhaps I should dismember you and send each of your members and organs to those places, that way you'll be with all of them, less the medals and commendations obviously." Placing both his hands in his back again he looked with an authoritarian look at Mitchell "I don't mind if you left our side, but mark my words...Just because you were once a valuable asset of our organization, doesn't mean I won't just gouge your eyes out and have you swallow them, because you talk like you've seen the truth, and truth sometimes is hard to swallow.".

With a quick movement he got hold of Mitchell's jaw using one of his hands and smiled looking right into the man's eyes, pushing him against the glass, causing it to crack a bit "Defy me and you'll be defying your existence itself. I have slaughtered many for far less and there is no vampire in this world whose power matches mine. You love mankind that much? You suffer like the humans." Letting him go he just smiled, gently slapping his jacket to make it go in place again "But alas, here I come, not as a master, but as a friend, and you treat me like a dog, do you think I enjoy that? Do you think anyone enjoys that? Tell me what stops me from splattering your mangled spine across these walls?

He made a quick pause and sighed "Don't worry, you don't have to answer, but anyways, tell me, how does life fare you nowadays? Hope it hasn't been that "complicated"."."

[Mitchell Monroe]

"What a pleasant speech, my liege.. as always you never fail to impress me.. and well I'd like to say my life hasn't been complicated but it's had its own turmoil's that I'm regrettably not proud of.

But.. How about your life what's been happening in the cave since this little bat took off and ventured out finding his own life from the cave... " Mitchell enquired he knew there was no place for fighting here.. He knew he would eventually have his own way ridding himself of his own inner demons.

He regained his posture looking back towards the glass of the old uniforms.. His mind flashed back to those moments in the trenches his fellow men dying.. His body ran cold as he fled from the memories.. He looked back towards Salvatore his eyes full of dread and his own fear..

"Our meetings used to end with you asking such a strange request... I'd like to think I'm not needed for anything... but at this moment in time i guess my own thoughts are clouded... It's been too long... " Mitchell sighed as he tugged it his own coat.. The world had changed since he had last saw it.. and well he hated the fact he'd left so much behind... But time had passed he was in a new era... Forget the past he muttered to himself as he looked Salvatore dead in the eye waiting for a response from his former master.

[murdock]

Salvatore did notice a change in Mitchell's tone therefore adopted a more casual approach, a more friendlier voice, but not too much. After all, Mitchell was still somewhat of a traitor and that was unforgivable. Still Guillermo tried forgetting about what he did to most people that did dare defy and betray him and his kind. He didn't seem dangerous so there was nothing to worry about, and to be fair, there were little groups of people he could actually find dangerous as he himself was the prime example of what danger truly meant.

He heard as the man spoke not really caring much for his opinion but allowing him to proceed. Taking a few steps back to look at a different uniform behind the glass he spoke his first words "I'm sure it has not been as complicated as it should be, in part thanks to my benevolence." Salvatore laughed to himself as his hand once again touched the glass before he continued his observation "The cave remains the same, full of loyal" people, people eager to help our organization, people that understand the concept of evil and good and how black and white they are, therefore not following them."".

Of course part of what he said was directed at Mitchell but he was sure he'd understand it without need of further help. He sighed and looked to the ground before looking at Mitchell in the eyes again "Request? yes in times I did request certain things of you, back when I could trust you, nowadays I request nothing from you, and let's face it, I don't really need you that much, I am happy with the ones that choose to serve me and live a good life. It was a mere coincidence we found each other here, don't think otherwise.".

Salvatore finished his speech, and as truly he wasn't interested in what kind of endeavors Mitchell had passed he simply did not ask anything else, if he wanted to ask anything so be it, would he get an answer? That would depend largely on the question and the mood of Salvatore. But one thing was for sure, this boy had to be extremely careful with his choice of words. With the current situation and the war starting once again, Salvatore had little patience for rebellious hero wannabe outsiders. As far as he was concerned he could even be a spy nowadays, which wouldn't bode well for him.