="New life is created and tested by time"=

This is a story, a story of two young boys, living in the forest of Russia with their mother,knowing little of the outside world or how it worked or about their own geniology, fade to a small path in the forest.

"Hehehe~" giggled Donavik as he ran along the old forest path. Bright sunlight filtered through the green canopy of leaves above to two running figures. The one farther ahead of his companion was the Donavik, he jumped over a fallen log easily, his long black hair waving past his googled eye's. Donavik was a wiry boy who had an almost feminine appearance.

"Come on Roland~ I thought you were the fast one" he mocked as he turned quickly in a circle to see where his brother was.
"'m not used to wearing armor yet god damn it!" yelled Roland who, compared to his twin brother, was built like a tanker and was almost as tall as one. "'sides yur teleporting, wat did mum say about that?" scolded Roland fidgiting with the chainmail which was a gift from his mother to help keep him safe knowing he could handle its weight even at his young age. The bigger brother wore his hair a lot shorter than his counterpart, it still dangled lightly infront of his bright green eyes, though it was shorter at the back.

Yelling over his shoulder Donavik replied. "Oh come on, what she do'sn't know wont 'urt her". Just at that moment something struck Donavik's face it felt cold and the strike stung. It was the hand of a large burly man named Groth. He made a loud "tsk-ing" noise with his teeth and tongue, mocking them, rubbing his hand smiling darkly, as he did so. "You should not be on the kings land'.

Looking up, Groth saw Roland charging full steam, yelling at him. "What in hells name is your problem you bastard!". He bared his fangs as he picked up his brother, who now had a gash from his chin up to the bridge of his nose. "'m ok brother~ it just stings a lot" Donavik told his worried faced brother. Looking up at Groth, Donavik smile broadly, which made Groth twitch in anger. "Why you little abomination! How dare you smile at me!"
Calming himself a bit, Groth turned to the two boys and ordered them In an annoyed and frustrated voice; "come with me to the king for punishment."

Roland, putting his smaller brother down, whispered to him; "What should we do?"
Turning his head, so he could look at him directly with the expressionless goggles, "What else? We follow him to the king."
The two walked with the large mean man, ahead of him – just incase they tried anything he had told them.

The three walked in silence for what seemed like hours to the impatient smaller brother, until they're destination came into view.
It wasn't that impressive. It was like a old wooden building, designed to keep all light, water, and sun out of it. It was kind of odd. The two brothers didn't say anything to Groth – like he would have responded anyhow.

As they approached the overly large pair of steel doors, they somehow, as if magically started to open, reveling the untouched blackness that lay inside.
The larger older man pushed both of them along, seemingly used to the darkness, despite his Human genes.

Once the doors closed with a strangely soft thud, Donavik smiled happily, taking off his googles to gaze into the perpetual darkness with ease.
His brother just chuckled lightly at his brothers new comfort, and the three continued along.

The path was made of stone, and slowly arched down, leading into a large cavern that was lit dimly by the torches on the walls.
The boys gasped in wonder and awe at the sight of the large underground castle that had been created there. It was made entirely out of stalagmites, each of the pillars was a natural rock carved out and shaped to their liking. The largest building was made of the wall of the rock itself, the cavern had been made around it. It was blocked by steel doors not to unlike the ones on the surface. Roland could not help but gasp, as he was awe-struck at the sights before him "by the nine holy mothers…" they were staring at a training ground that stood inside the domed form of the front. Many men were training in all forms of combat; from hand to hand, to firearms of strange makes and bows and of course knives and swords. The two boys were speechless at the sight.

Groth pushed them along laughing "you know you'll never join them right?" Looking Roland in the eyes – for he was the one most infatuated with the sight – he spit, words full of venom, "you'll probably be killed this day for your intrusion here." Opening the doors to the kings chambers, Groth waited for them to pass before he kicked Donavik forward, a nasty smile on his face.

Donavik found himself gazing at an elderly man with a gray complexion and deep wrinkles. He sat in the darkness of the dimly lit room.
"Who are these boys that you bring before me guard!" Yelled the elderly man, his voice raspy and dark. Groth replied "your lordship, these "boys" were found on your land, trespassing".

He was looking to Roland, who for his age was leading people to think him a grown man. While his brother was shorter and seemed to be younger. "Oh? Where were they exactly?" The elderly man was interested now. Groth replied "on the path ten minutes from here sire."
Rising from his throne, he walked down the few steps in front of the stone steps, dragging a chain. What Donavik saw next he would hold his mind for years to come.
A young man who looked to be in his twenties was at the end of the cold metal. He was tall and slender, not like he had been starved but it seemed to be his build. His hair was shaggy and dark, his skin white like snow. His most alluring feature was his eyes. While one was darker than the darkness that surrounded them, his other eye was colorless and blind. Donavik was infatuated instantly.

"So when you found the-" the elderly man pulled at the chain forcing the young man forward, making his him out a soud of pain from the metal cutting his skin. The moevment making Donavik twitch with anger "-boys you struck this one, and later kicked him through the door of my chambers?"
The tone of the question was one of almost hidden anger and danger.
"Yes I did bu-" the point of a sword cut off Groth.

"good help, it can be oh so hard to find" muttered the elderly vampire as he withdrew his weapon from Groths forehead with a sickly sound"now then my children" he said with a soft yet grainy tone"do you know why it is your special?" he asked with a bemused chuckled at the horrifed younger brother who pulled his goggles back over his eyes trying to hide his expression swallowing at the sight of the blood. "Control donavik" warned his sternly staring brother before switching his attentions to the elderly man before them"why is it that you killed 'im?"
smiling the man seemed to glide infront of him his movement emiting only the sound of the chain dragging his bound slave. "Humans no matter whom they serve should never strike one of vampiric birth, his desrespect was clear." he spat at him him with a  chuckle that sapped the courage of most men, leaving the two boys to look at each other"we, we don't 'ave a clue as to what you mean, were human and what exactly is a vampire like in stories" mumbled donavik venomously at the man shrinking back as he was given that look he stumbled onto to the cold stone floor.

"now then do not discount a things existance without, understanding the truth of it, would you care for me to decide your fates without knowing what it was that I would be doing?" he questioned with a chilling air to his voice. "No, no you boys, are something special a thing of natural strength" he murmured to them his words trailing as though his thought was more to the large iron and wood door before him coiling the chain giving it a harsh tug he glared at the slave"You shall be given a guide of this palace of my coven."
he told them noticing the younger looking of the two boys tense at the sight of his abuse of his slave. "this will be your guide, he is not worth much else, take him" he told them offering the chain to Donavik in particular.

Seeing the attempt to anger Donavik Roland stepped in and took the chain "we thank you, its not likely we will stay with your, people" he stated with an emotionally dead tone of voice, "although it would be, unkind to refuse your offer so we will take it your lordship". He spoke with experience his young age would normally not allow for, a gift of his mothers as well was the effort she put forth to ensure they were well spoken when need be, Roland took to those lessions much more easily then the gruff donavik and it showed in this moment. "thank you~ it is, kind of you to consider my personal feelings in this" the elderly vampire chuckled releasing the chain he turned and went to his throne stepping over the corpse of his dead man before mounting the steps to his throne and took a seat waving them away.