Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2001 18:54:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: John D <zachstack@yahoo.com>
Subject: BSB Broken Bonds Part 3

Previously in Broken Bonds Part 2...

The five men cringed inside, unknowing how to feel
right at that moment.  They had all experienced the
most hair raising event in their entire lives a mere
few hours ago, but this was different.  Having survive
from the very jaws of death, they had been ecstatic to
have gotten through it alive.  But as they looked
around at what apparently was the ruins of New York
City, they couldn't help but feel like they were boyz
again.

BOOM!  A massive explosion sent the boys scattering
like roaches in the light.

 The unknown blurr, finally took shape of that of a
shirtless man as he pulled Aaron behind the dune that
had earlier been used to batter Aaron's young body.


100 yards south of the panic stricken friends.

"Eh, what's that over there?"  A tall darkly handsome
man overheard the commotion.  He yanked back on his
demonic mount's reigns to investigate the ancient
ruins of Old New York.  Just as his mount started to
spiral down on thermals, barbed bolas came whizzing
passed him, barely missing his head by a few hairs'
width.

End of Part 2


Broken Bonds Part 3
Title: "Into the Fire"


"Aaron."  Nick gasped as he ran over to where his
brother had been a mere few minutes ago.  The others
took his lead and followed him hurriedly while the
angry wind seemed to have taken a break.

"AARON!"  Nick scampered around the dune to find Aaron
battered and bruised but breathing steadily in the
bare arms of a lean young man.

"He's alright.  Willow bark extracts.  Pain killers."
The tanned, dark haired, and lean young man held up a
drinking flagon slushing inside with a sweet smelling
liquid.  "Had he taken another hit, I shudder to think
what would have happened."

"Oh Aaron..." Nick kneeled next to his resting brother
and kissed him gently all over his peaceful face.
"I'm so sorry, please be alright."  Nick cried,
burrying his face in Aaron's dissheveled hair.

"When he wakes, he will be a little bruised, but he
should be fine."  The other man gently laid a
comforting hand on Nick's shoulder.  "As for the rest
of us, we need to get out of here before the Vampyre
lords find us in their territory."

"The who?"  Kevin was now more worried being this
close to a maniac, even if he did save Aaron's life.

"The Vampyre.  The Lords immortal that feast on human
flesh and  blood.  If they find us here, they are sure
to try their best to take and convert us."  The other
pointed to the sky a few hundred yards away from
them.'

"What the f..."  Aj was dumbstrucked where he stood.
About 200 yards away there was frightening dogfight
taking place.  "Th...those aren't planes?!?"  Aj
gasped as he finally was able to make out the shapes
of large dragon-like creatures glistening in their
chitin and leathery hides.

"No, those are not planes.  Planes haven't existed
since Genocide in the early spring months of 2001,
almost 170 years ago."  The young man slowly got up
from where he crouched and motioned for the others to
follow him.  "Now, c'mon.  We don't want to get caught
in this battle."  The others had shot their attention
to him shocked that they had been trapped in the
elevator for almost two centuries.

For a few moments, the Backstreet Brothers stayed
rooted to their spots still shocked from what the
stranger had just informed them.

"C'mon..."  Kevin gulped down his fears and followed
behind the stranger.

200 yards away in the dogfight.

"Argh!"  The tall dragoneer growled in his saddle.  He
spotted his assailant and immediately made a beeline
for him.  How dare he attack a Vampyre Lord of his
stature.

Ten yards away from him, the lieutenant cringe in fear
when he saw the Lord Radu the Handsome escape the
barbed confines of his weapons.  He reared back on his
reigns, reaching back preparing to send another bola
at the juggernaut barreling its way toward him.

"FOOL!"  Lord Radu hurled his vengeance at the other
man as his voice hit the other like a slap of hard
concrete.  The other was sent screaming to his doom
miles below.  Lord Radu was feared for his uncanny
ability, even for a Vampyre Lord, of using the wings
of his metamorphosed dragon mount's wings as weapons.
He was definitely a master of metamorphism.

Lord Radu craned his neck back to his earlier pursuit,
but gave up when he realised they had already gone.
The battle at hand was more important.  Now he was
angry.  He snarled once, his lips rearing back
exposing his scythe-like incisors and eyeteeth
dripping with his own blood.  He made another beeline
for the commander of the other army where he hovered
literally barking orders at his troops.
*******************************************************

A few miles away....

"We will rest here.  We should be safe here for a
while."  The stranger laid Aaron gently on a
decomposing trunk of what must have been a very large
tree.  "I am Jase of the nomadic Rache Tribe."  The
stranger extended his arm lined with layers of
rippling muscle.

"I'm Kevin." Kevin took his handshake.  "These are my
friends and family, this is Brian, Aj, Howie, Nick,
and that one is Aaron.  Nick's brother."  Kevin looked
around him at the looming wilderness.  This was
definitely not the New York he remembered.  "What is
this place?"

"This is the Queen's Forest."  Jase answered echoing
the questioning looks of the others.  "You are not of
this place?"  Jase cocked his head to the side, taking
in the entire crew.

"Yes...I mean no, I mean I thought we were."  Kevin
replied.  "All I remember was being in the elevator
cab when it started to plummet."

"Ah, I see."  Jason looked at Brian, the sleeping
Aaron, and Nick closely.  "You are all shades of the
past then?  You are fortunate that I had come along.
I have heard stories of others like you that were
encased in those metal sarcophigi who found themselves
at the mercy of the Vampyre Lords.  Until today, I
thought your kind was all but extinct?"  Jase made a
statement directed moreso at the blonde trio.  "Since
the Genocide that resulted from a gigantic nuclear
battle around the world, the light skinned and golden
haired people was wiped out."

"What?"  Brian was still reeling from all that he
learned.  "What do you mean, 'your kind'?"  Brian
stood to confront the other man.

"I didn't mean to offend you.  I was only pointing out
that since 50 years after the great divide, the
lighter skinned Americans, Europeans, and whatnot were
the first to succumb to the searing heat of the new
nuclear sun.  The rest of the people who had darker
skin and hair, they proved to have been more adaptive
to the environment.  Please, accept my apologies."
Jase offered his hand again for forgiveness.

"It's alright man.  It's just everything is so...is so
strange from what we used to know."  Nick looked up
grateful at Jase.

"We should return to the tribe now.  The Chief will be
happy to meet you all."  Jase smiled down at Nick and
offered his hand to help the other up.  "Your brother,
Nick,"  Jase bowed his head slightly for more emphasis
to the name.  "He should be fine now.  Right now he is
just sleeping.  He should be fully rested and himself
by the time we arrive at Camp."

"Thank you."  Nick's hand lingered a while longer in
the strong hand of the other.  "I really appreciate
you saving my brother's life."

"My pleasure."  Jase whispered in response and
proceeded to pick Aaron up gingerly in his arms.  "The
camp is only a few ke'raks distance away."

He led the group with Nick close to his side and the
others forming a tail that ended with Aj.
*******************************************************

A few minutes later...

When everything seemed to have become an eternity of
going around in circles, they finally arrived at a
clearing under a thick canopy of trees.  The camp was
almost like those of the earlier gold rush day.  It
was a town of leather tents, campfires, and busy men
and women.  There were dogs here and there running
around, playing, laying, amidst all the excitement.
The air was thick of the sweet smell of roasting meat.
 Plus there was also the freshness of the rushing
stream next to the encampment.  There were some
mewling beast that appeared behind some of the tents.
These were beasts indeed.  Many had thick hides like
bison, but that is where the similarities end.  Many
of these were large creatures with sometimes six to
eight muscled legs.  While others had only one bulking
head, many more had two or three large bushy heads
with small beady eyes.

"This is the Rache Camp."  Jase led them past the
first covered wagon.

"Oh...my...God..."  Brian quietly gasped as he looked
around at the monstrosities that were once animals.
"What happened to them...?"  Brian almost had tears in
his eyes.

"The radiation of the nuclear warfare.  I will take
you to our historian later after we meet the Chief."
Jase answered kindly.  Aaron started to stir in his
arms.

"Aaron, you awake?"  Nick leaned over his brother.

"Y..yeah.  I think so."  Aaron looked up at him
groggily.

"Can you stand?"  Jase asked.

"Yeah..."  Aaron attempted to jump off Jase's arms but
failed.  "Hehe, I guess I might need a little help for
a little while."  Aaron snickered, leaning onto Jase
and Nick's arms.

"Jase, who are your friends?"  A lovely young woman
with long black hair stepped out of one of the covered
wagons.

Ithica, the daughter of the Chieftain, long time
friend of Jase.  Her motives remain as mysterious as
her hair was jet.

"Ithica, these are Kevin, Aj, Howie, Brian, Nick, and
little Aaron.  They are survivors of the Long Sleep
after the Genocide."  Jase smiled at her in an
exchange that only they were a privy to.  "Gentlemen,
this is the lovely Ithica, daughter of our high
Chieftain."

"A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Ithica."  Kevin reached
down and kissed the back of her hand in a smooth,
gentleman-like, and seductive fashion.

"Likewise, Kevin."  Her voice was the thick sweetness
of honey and spring.  It held a mysterious
undercurrent that had quickly swept Kevin away.  "Are
you on the way to my father, Jase?"

"Yes, Princess."  Jase answered automatically.  "I
thought your father would be happy to meet such
survivors of the Long Sleep."

"Yes.  Any news on the Vampyre Lords?"  Ithica's voice
gained a new level of curiousity.

"Yes, m'lady.  When I had arrived to 'scout', the two
Lords Radu and Lobos were in the thick of a battle.
When I had led these gentlemen away, Lord Radu had
taken control of the battle and was on the verge of
victory."

To that reply, something close to joy sparked in
Ithica's eyes.

"Jase, what news do you bring of our enemies?"  A
tall, muscled older man appeared from the same covered
wagon from where Ithica had appeared from.

"Yes, Dominic.  They were again at odds with one
another.  Radu and Lobos were tearing it into each
other's armies.  I think Vilya and Vera also had their
strengths behind the Lord Radu.  They made quick work
of the Dog Lord."

"Always the bearer of good news, Jace.  But I do not
think your mother would appreciate you braving the
lands of our enemies when you deem it appropriate.  I
know that I have never given you the permission to do
so."  The large older man's voice was that of a warm
summer breeze.  Anyone who hears his voice will almost
immediately fall to trust the man.  It was just in his
soft spoken and strong nature to be a man of the
world.
"And your guests?"

"Ah, that is something I think you will find
interesting, Dominicus."  Jase motioned for the others
to step up beside him infront of the big man.  "These
are Kevin, Howie, Aj, Brian, Nick, and Aaron.  They
are survivors of the Long Sleep and the Genocide.
They came from one of those steel sarcophigi that laid
burried in the ages."

"Ah, I understand."  Dominicus Rache turned to the
boyz.  "I welcome you all to the camp.  Anyfriend of
humanity, is welcome regardless of their pasts."
Dominicus shook all their hands.  "Have you all dined
already?"

"No, not really."  Aj answered, hungry all of a
sudden.

"Splendid.  Join us around the campfire.  Our Tribal
Elder and historian shall speak on the Genocide.  I
would assume that you need to be brought up to date
with what has happened around the world."  Rache led
them to a huge makeshift table covered with food.
"Please enjoy, the celebration of life."  Dominicus
bowed and excused himself and made his way to greet
the other members of the tribe.
*******************************************************
Miles away in the confines of the horrific homes of
the Vampyre Lord Zakaiyus.

"Brothers, sisters I am sure of it.  I saw one of
those metal pods open and reveal new arrivals to this
world!"  Vera was excited to get her colleagues to
join her in her proposed attack.  "These ones, have
somehow escaped the scouring of our ancestors and
predecessors.  We must capitalize on this gain.  Who
knows what weapons they might have from the past."
Vera The Virulent, a hag of a Lady.  Her hair is as
stringy as she is excitable.  Her patience for events
such as these was never too great.  She always felt
uncomfortable in the confines of that of another
Vampyre Master's or Mistress' halls even those of her
allies.  She had a gaunt almost skeletal face, her
lips a bit wide but thin as a pencil line drawn on her
face.  Her leathery face made the sound of old
parchment whenever she chose to speak.  But the others
knew quite well that she looked the way she wanted,
despite the fact that she is one of the younger of the
older masters and mistresses around the table.

Next to her was another less than stellar queen of
vampires of her own right.  Lady Vilya Fjoird, the
Dark Queen of FjoirdTress.  Next to the Hag Vera,
Vilya was a goddess.  Her long raven hair framed her
almost delicate but strong features.  Her cheek bones
were high on her face giving her a more hautish
appearance.  Her cruel lips slim, but still the colour
of blood, openned in a slight smile exposing her small
pinprick needle teeth.  Her lizardlike tongue pierced
the air as she liked her lips lustfully at the thought
of the Golden comers that her sister vampyre and her
ally spoke of.

"Enough, Vera.  You are not yet fed.  You have become
delirious."  Donovan laughed his effeminate ear
piercing squeal.  The Lord Donovan of Donsden was a
tall, slender lord.  His slim almost narrow face was
noted as something more pretty than it was handsome.
His soft features were accentuated by the fairness of
his vampyre induced appearance.  His lips were full
and red as blood, his nose was a perfect slender
proboscis that none in this new world could contest.
His lond tapering slender fingers moved in a fluid of
delicate featherlike flutterings from his utensils to
his drinking flute and back.  The Lord of Marcusmanse
noted that there were even ladies like Vera who's so
called vampyre beauty couldn't even hold a candle to
Donovan's tender, homosexual persuasions.  Zakaiyus a
mental chuckle when his eyes scanned the forementioned
ladies and Donovan.  He didn't know which he would
more consider as a lady.

"Enough, all of you."  Radu's quiet but deadly voice
rose over the rest.  "I agree with Vera.  I too
witnessed the emergence of the survivors that she
speaks of.  Amidst the battle with the late Lord
Lobos, I noticed the commotion beneath us.  And yes,
there they were.  Many of them were Golden.
Something, that you, Magus have often prophesize would
come someday to destroy us all."  His eyes blazed in a
serene fury at the effeminate lord.  Zakaiyus' eyes
narrowed as his attention was captured by Radu.  Radu
The Handsome, one of the most dangerous lords of the
entire Vampyre Valley.  Tall, muscled, and dangerous,
he was definitely one of those few that Zakaiyus
considered an equal to his great years.  Radu's face
was indeed true to his surname.  His cheek bones were
of a perfect slant, his strong nose rested hooked
under his prominant brow.  His lips always drawn in a
vicious sneer, was framed by a thin and clean cropped
goatie.  His only flaw, to Zakaiyus' eyes, was his
cruel cruel piercing iron grey eyes.

"I...I..."  The older Vampyre stuttered for an answer
next to Zakaiyus the oldest and most feared Vampyre of
the Red Gorge.  The Magus, Zakaiyus' oldest ally was
the scribe and the mentalist of the Valley.  His
powerful mental prowess surpassed even that of
Zakaiyus himself.  But the Warrior King would have
noone else at his side other than his most loyal
Adviser.

"If that be the case, my victorious Lord Radu, then
action must definitely be taken against these new
survivors."  The thunderous voice of the Vampyre
Emperor echoed in the great halls of his dinning room.


"What do you propose we do, you lordship?"  The
delicate and beautiful Brittania Belladonna's alluring
voice chased away the thunderous affects of the
warrior king.  Her slender girl's form a perfect foil
to the great warrior king's menacing, loominous
figure.  Her vampyre had fashioned for her the most
flawless figures that even the old mythical Greek
Goddess Aphrodite would envy.  Her long silver hair
glistened in the false lights of the torch-illuminated
dinning hall.

"I propose that we do something about it, and we do it
quickly."  Donovan responded in the Warrior Lord's
stead.  "Do you not agree, m'Lord?"

"I agree to a certain extent, Lord Donovan."
Zakaiyus' response dripped vile and venom.  "I suggest
that two amongst you that find this so devouring, find
these survivors and bring them back here to me -- to
us.  They must be left untainted for the Magus to
examine."  Zakaiyus turned his large sloping skull
towards Donovan.  "I take it you will volunteer for
this venture, my dearest Donovan?"

"I..er...I will."  Donovan gulped.  His effeminate
features convuluted in fear, shock and surprise at the
rage of their commander-in-chief.

"Correction, my dear, we will."  Brittania added in
support of her long time ally.

"As will I."  Radu spoke up, not ready to be one upped
by his enemies.  While his allies Vera The Virulent
and Vilya Fjoird nodded their approval.

"Well then, that is settled.  A toast, to our Victor,
and our volunteers."  Zakaiyus raised his goblet of
human blood and lustfully gulped it down.  His
intimidating figure of 7' tall in height and a yard
across shrouded the others at the table with his
shimmering shadow.  His long silver streaked black
hair billowed around his sloping skull of a head as he
shook in pleasure and delight with his baying and
guttural laughter.

"To our victor, and our volunteers."  The other 12
Lords and ladies of the gorge echoed, drank, and
proceeded with their dinner.  A spitted man, and wolf
cubs basted in their mother's blood and fluids.

End of Part 3


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