Wow, oaky I made the prologue now, yay! As I prommised, I upload this story in both languages, german and english. please, remember, I'm not a native speaker so it's quite complicated to translate the german into english with the same meaning behind the words. Though I guess there might be a whole lot of typos or time-mistakes or whatever, I so hope everything is understandable and that the mistakes doesn't make it a bad read. If you do prefer to get some basics to know about this story, then I advice you to read my blogs on myspace. they will help a lot. Of course you can just sent me a note, if there is something specific you wanna know. that's it for now. PLEASE gimme criticisms! And now, have fun!

Vampires – The last fight

Prologue

It was already a deep dark night roweling over Downtown, La and the theater was set into a grim mood by the dimmed lights. Two darkened Mercedes stopped with squeaking wheels at the entrance and paved the way for the coming limousines. Steely-faced the securities go out of the Mercedes and passed over to the doors of the limousines in a movement like lightning for opening them. Their pale-white hands shimmered in contrast to the background cars and the black suits, they were wearing, like a dazzling light.

They had arrived. Step by step the approximating forty people took a seat in the rows of the theater, frequently in greater distances than it was necessary. A hiss flows through the raws and you could see the mouths of the people move, but their words sounded more like a deep hum, than clarion conversations. Here and there was a greet, but most of the talking between the visitors faded after a short time. Only two voices raised up from the audience again and broke the silence.

"Do you know what happened? The invitation was very abrupt."
"I've heard Shen Yu himself will be here to check this."

Then, suddenly, it became silent and the guests eyed the stage. A tall, beastly looking man stepped out. His facial features were stiff and cold, a scar was running crosswise through his whole face. He's wearing a long, smooth coat, on his back he had laced a Dabilahro.

The man was driving a lanky looking younger bloke before him. His eyes had been bandaged and his hands were enchained on the back. He falls on his knees.

"Stay down!" the giant murmured.

And yet again a hum and whisper raises between the rows, which abated as another man entered the stage. He had short, dark blond hair styled in a spiky way. His gallant suit framed his chalk-white face. His mouth was made of a strict line and his eyes... With his left ice-blue eye he looked straight ahead. But his right eye was totally colorless and was crossed by three long, scarred scratches. Predatorily he hovers to the top of the stage and reveals his piercing but velvet voice:

"Dear brothers and sisters. First of all, I'd like to thank you so much for accepting my invitation so unhesitant, without even knowing – what exactly is waiting here for you now. To clear up one of the already spreading rumors, I can assure you:

The Sabbat has not planned any attack on our meeting. I feel that much responsible for you, you can get rid of any worries about your wellness.

Now, let's get to the reason why we are here:

With the help of an informer we located this Caitiff. Without the permission of his superiors, he turned mortals into our kind. Because of this abuse of confidence he doesn't contribute to our masquerade anymore. He's danger to himself, to our society and for all of us. To adhere to our laws of our society, on betrayal, refusal and resistance has to follow death."

He turns to the executioner, who draws his sword from his back. They nod to each other. For the last time the host bows down to the defenseless, kneeling man on the ground:

"Forgive me." he whispers to him, nods to the executioner again and steps beside.

"Let the penalty proceed."

The judge strikes out over his back and beheads his victim, who suddenly crumbles in a bright shower of ashes.