By Areswarrior
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Chapter One

Come into my arms again
And lay your body down
Driving on this trembling heart
Is beating like a drum
It beats for you
It leaps for you
It knows not how it sounds
For it is the drumel drum
It is the song of songs

Once I held the rarest rose
That ever dared to bloom
Cruel winter chilled the bud
And stole my flower too soon
A loneliness, A hopelessness
To search the ends of time
For there is in all the world
No greater love like mine

Let me be the only one
To keep you from the cold
Now the glow of heaven blaze
Which outshines the brightest moon
They shine for you
They shine for you
They burn for all to see
Come into my arms again
And set this spirit free.

`Love song for a vampire' by: Annie Lennox

Darkness fell around the land as a lone couple stood in front of the alter. Reaffirming their love before being separated by a war that was tearing though the land, neither one sure that they would ever see each other again.

He stood behind his love with his arms wrapped tightly around her. She leaned in his embrace trying to imprint this loving image to her mind; she would hold him here until the time when he returned to her arms.

She turned to face him. Looking deep into the dark eyes seeing only the love he held for her. He kissed her softly and held her a moment longer before turning to leave, his army was waiting for him. Before he reached the door, she called out to him, rushing into his embrace once more, she kissed him. Returning her kiss he promised that he would return soon. With a final kiss she watched as her beloved warrior disappeared into the crowd and prayed that he would be safe.

For many nights afterward the young woman was plagued by dreams of him being pierced upon a stake. Blood streaming for various wounds and words of love pouring from his lips. Each time she awoke screaming in terror, she had all but stopped trying to sleep. This particular night she forced herself to stay awake. She couldn't bare another night of those dreams. Trying to find something to distract her from those images, she came upon a chest that was almost forgotten.

She brought the small chest up to her bed; she sat admiring the carefully crafted wooden box laden with gold, a wedding present from her love. When she opened it she found a small yellow scroll inside; it was several years old and brittle. One of the last scrolls she had would ever write.

The scroll told a story of their love, their joining and the new life they had built for themselves. It began many years ago just after the death of her beloved friend and companion. A raven-haired beauty that had saved her, molded her, and became her soul mate, the one known as the Warrior Princess. Her death was a terrible loss to the woman and drove her into the arms of the last person on earth she would ever turn to, the former god of war.

Over the next few years the sorrow over this warrior's death brought the two former enemies together. First on the battle ground as they fought side by side until the moment when they realized their love for one another. As the years went by their love grew stronger and they were married, and with the help of Eve, this once darkened violent god of war turned to the way of peace, and embraced the way of love. From then on they stood together to preserve peace until this new threat, which was destroying all they had tried to protect, forced him to again take up the sword to defend his home, his faith, his love, and their unborn child.

She smiled as she read the history, remembering and cherishing every written word before placing it back into the box. She placed the box down and was about to lay in her bed when an arrow whizzed through the window, landing on the floor near her feet.

She rose from her bed, picking up the arrow she noticed that there was a small note attached. She took the note and read. Her faced turned ghostly white as the parchment fell to the floor.


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