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Several years have passed since the last war, Constance was lost at sea with her crew. The massive ship she was put in charge of took heavy damage on the way back to Orisia, many of the crew were lost to the sea through large dangerous storms. Left to suffer her own wounds Constance fell into a deep slumber, as the ship took on water and damage by the rocks around Izabal. Just off the coast the ship laid to rest at a massive rocky grave, 

 

In the cabin laid Constance upon an rot eaten bed, the bedding was tore and degrading from the salt of the water. Most of the bodies of the crew were eaten away by the fish, leaving bones and clothing behind. Those who have survived left the ship other ways, leaving behind the one woman who commanded them. 

 

From the coast itself passerby could only see the bow of the ship sticking up from the rocks edge, and more would be shown as the tide would wash out. Lost and forgotten the ship laid to take the damage of the waters, leaving the Vampire Constance to stay in an eternal state of rest. 

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“So there you have it -- she’s gone again.”
 

“Well,” said Lady Shannon, a clear eyed and fair skinned beauty, “to be fair, she’s been gone for a few weeks now and you’ve managed just fine on your own.”

 

Lucis, the brooding prince as he was now known, lifted his golden gaze to the woman who walked by his side, arm in arm with him. He’d taken a liking to Shannon for all the wrong reasons. She fast for a noble, but cheerful and refreshingly unexpectant of any sort of commitment. The young woman with unruly black hair and a rich and powerful father, an important tradesman back in the port town of Izabal, was only interested in having a good time and making friends in the processes. It was hard to not see the silver lining of any situation when Shannon was so helpful to point it out.

 

“I suppose you’re right.”

 

“Of course I am right,” said the rouge-lipped woman, “you’re mother plays a difficult role. Personally, my family and I, we are all big supporters of a union between the Black Queen and the Crimson King, and not just for the sake of benefit, although even you cannot deny that it has been highly beneficial for the queen to have the king’s interest -- but more so for her own happiness.”

 

“Oh stop it,” Lucis said, untangling himself from the woman and leaving her to tread the sandy beach on her own. “It’s one thing to say it’s a beneficial match and a completely different thing to say Gabriela would actually be happy married to that creature.”

 

“Well why not? I’ve seen her with him…she looks, different,” Shannon shrugged, suddenly becoming shy -- something that wasn’t at all in her nature. “It’s a woman’s instinct. I know what I am talking about.”

 

“My mother’s no woman,” the prince replied with a roll of his eyes just as they neared the rocky edge of an enclave. “She’s a viper.”

 

“A female viper all the same,” Shannon rebuked.

 

“Look at that,” Lucis ignored her comment and pointed up at what appeared to be the remains of a ship. “It looks like one of the ships from the Black Tempest Fleet. A few were lost at sea some years ago.”

 

“Oh how scary!” Shannon said with a grin. She had picked up her skirts and had made her way across the sand back to Lucis’ side, “--a ghost ship! Oh let’s explore it! Please?”

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While the water receded from the ship, the white woman laid in a deep slumber. Crabs were moving in with the low tide, while the fish retreated with the water. More of the ship could now be seen from the shore, leaving no illusion to what it once was. The paint was chipped and eaten away, left for under water life to grow upon it's wood and metal. 

 

The captains quarters door would be blocked by fallen frame work and rotted wood. Few bodies would remain in pieces of just bone and cloth on the deck. Much more would be rusted and decayed. It would be hard to see through the remaining windows of the ship, while the under water seaweed grew over the stained glass. Few pieces of the ship remained untouched, preserved by the salt of the water. 

 

Constance's body laid in wait in her quarters, her sword laid over her body rusted to the hilt. Years have passed leaving her to a watery grave, no blood to wake her from her deep slumber. War took her away to fight, the sea took her away from her home and her ruler. Forgotten she was, lost with the beauty of a massive ship widdled down to little wood and metal. 

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They drew closer, arm in arm, treating the rare find as if it were an unexpected surprise which made their day more pleasant. The truth of the suffering that was currently being experienced by the one soul still haunting the vessel went unnoticed, that is of course until Lucis drew close enough to feel the resonating whispers of life. Suddenly he stopped.

 

“What’s wrong? I thought we were exploring,” asked Shannon, looking more than a little displeased at the sudden change of Lucis’ expression. “You’ve got your responsible adult face on,” she complained further.

 

“Stay here Shannon,” he said gently, patting her hand before untangling himself of her hold. He saw by the look on her face that she would not take his silence as a proper answer, and so he relented. “There’s something strange about the ship. Like -- someone’s in there.”

 

“In there?” she asked, her eyes growing large as she regarded the half-sunken vessel. “How is that possible? It looks positively ancient. There’s no one in there who is actually alive.”

 

Lucis gave her a knowing look and pinched his thin, pale lips into a frown.

 

“Exactly. Whatever is in there -- it might not be alive, and that means, it might be starved. So for once in your life do as your told and stay here.” He was firmer this time, and she looked far more concerned, which made him believe she had conceded.

 

Leaving her where she stood, Lucis turned back to the wreckage and began to walk. He left a trail of clothes behind him -- his coat, his tunic, and undershirt, and then his belt, and boots. By the time he reached the water’s edge he was wearing only his breeches, which for modesty’s sake he kept on. Into the water he went, until he was up to his waist and from there he managed to pull himself up by badly rotted planks of wood, up onto the main deck, that was now only somewhat visible as the water continued to recede.

 

“Hello? Who is in there,” he called -- the sunshine behind him making a halo against his silver hair as he drew closer to the captain's quarters. He could see the door was open, but there was debris in the way.

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Laying dormant in the wreckage of the ship, Constance could faintly hear Lucis calling out. It was like she laid in a state of eternal dreaming, with only a drop of blood that could bring her back to life. Lucis' voice echoed through her dreams coming from a man that appeared to her mind as a blur, not sure where to place the voice that she heard. It was all too familiar, as if she had heard it some place before. 

 

As the water continued to recede, parts of the ship that had been drying in the sun would crack and break under weight. Sea life ran with the waters, and waited for their return to their underwater home. Laying like a porcelain doll Constance waited, or was it she just slept. With the removal of the debris in the door her body would be easily seen from the what was left of the captains bed, moldy cloth fell from the posts around her. 

 

The voices echoed through her mind, as her conscious recalled the people from her past, her queen, Rommel, and so many others she had met in passing or whom she had worked with. She cried out for help in her mind, a telepathic link between Knights flaring to life. She was caught in the repeating vision of the end of her ships life, and those who had served her well. 

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It took a moment to recognize her. Was it not for the silver emblem attached to her right breast, he might not have realized that she was a knight of the Black Heart. And although it was clear that she had been submerged under water for the better part of a few years, the woman still managed to look rather pristine. At the sight of her, Lucis efforts to make a passage into the captain's quarters grew more desperate. Worry took the place of caution, and it wasn’t long before he was within the damp enclosure, kneeling besides the sleeping beauty.

 

The woman was familiar, but he couldn’t put a name to the face. With great care, Lucis slid one hand under her neck and pulled her head up. He felt the resistance of her hair, made heavier by the sea water that had soaked into it. When he saw that her face did not change due to discomfort, he reached under her knees and pulled her up.

 

It was quite surprising how little the woman weighed, though she did not look decrepit in the least. He had to wonder when the last time she fed was, because he knew with certainty she couldn’t be human -- not if she had managed to survive a watery tomb for so long. Hoisting her up higher against his chest, Lucis began to pick his way back to the deck, and from there down to the beach. All the while he glanced down and made sure her expression did not change.

 

Shannon had moved closer than what had been advised, and now that she saw Lucis climbing down the side of the ship, a woman in tow, she broke to running. She was waiting for them on the sandy beach when at last Lucis set rescued woman down.

 

“Who is she?” she asked, dropping to her knees besides Constance. “How long has been in that ship?!”

 

“I don’t know,” he responded, while reaching out to touch the small emblem on her chest. “All I know is that she’s a Knight of the Black Heart, just like me.”

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No change in her condition as she was rescued from her watery grave, carried to shore in the arms of a fellow knight. Finally she had been found, but it was really unsure when she would awake. There was only one sure way to get her to wake and it was with blood touching her lips and throat. Laying on the sandy beach the voices of the two echoed into her subconscious, echoing into the dreams that she had while in her eternal sleep. 

 

It was hard to put faces to the voices, one wasn't nearly as familiar as the other. Her mind was in total chaos with her eternal rest, past memories plagued her while she fought to sustain her body for the long years she had spent in the watery tomb. 

 

Only the brooch on her chest bore any importance to who she is, or what she was for the DuGrace Family. Having not mainstreamed with much of the other knights or the family, very few people actually knew who she was. The flame of her life force was burning much hotter now near the two, especially with the smell they gave off, the blood that ran through their veins had sparked the little life that clung to her body. 

 

Silently her body begged for the essence that would revive her, only one of them may know what it would take to bring her back to the life she once held. 

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“Then we must help her,” Shannon said in response to the news that the woman was a knight. “What can I do?” She was already rolling up her sleeves, having dropped her dainty lace and silk parasol to the ground.

 

“You can go call for help,” Lucis said, giving the young woman a pointed look. He knew what the knight needed, and couldn’t begin to guess at how long she had been deprived of blood. But knowing his own bloodlust made him cautious. He didn’t want to risk Shannon’s life, and shame the wounded knight by causing her to hurt an innocent.

 

“Go back to the town, to the castle and tell them that I am coming with a wounded knight. Tell them to prepare a room and get a doctor...hurry.”

 

Shannon looked disappointed, but she could see it in the pinch of his dark brows that Lucis was worried. Not wanting to argue or to slow down the rescue, she nodded her head and turned away. She ran as fast as her dress would allow, struggling a bit with the tight corset that pulled in her waist.

 

Once Shannon was out sight, Lucis turned his attention back down to the woman.

 

“I know what you need,” Lucis said as he pulled a small dagger from his belt. “But you need to drink it slowly. My blood is potent, it’s half red wyrm and it could cause you more distress if you have to much of it.” There was no way of knowing if the woman could hear him or even understand him, so he would have to tread with great care.

 

He cut into his palm, a short and slender wound that immediately began to ooze crimson, nearly black, blood. Then he scooted closer to her and slid his other arm under her neck, pulling her up off the sand and onto his lap. He set his bleeding hand over her lips and waited to see if there was a reaction.

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With Shannon on her way to the castle to tell them of the wounded knight, and Lucis pulling Constance's body into his lap with a fresh cut in his palm the smell of his blood would trigger something within her body. Constance's body seemed magnetized by this, her consciousness was stirring from the deep dreamlike slumber that it had been resting in for many years. 

 

Drops of his dark crimson blood would land on her dry cracked lips, falling between them little by little touching the tip of her tongue. A moment or two would pass before it really started to wake her body, telling her it was time to feed, it was time to become alive once more. With her body in a mummy like state it was hard to move at first, but her hands started to twitch as more of the blood started to seem between her lips. With the dream world receding like the waves of an ocean, her fingers finally found the flesh of Lucis' wrist. He was warm to the touch, her fingers felt cold and dry from her being at rest for so long. 

 

Pulling his palm closer to her lips they would part enough for her to latch onto his flesh, her fangs extending outwards to touch his flesh. Pushing through his palm gently to keep his wound open, she began to suck on his palm gently at first. With the blood finally starting to reach her body in important ways, the bloodlust started to take a hold of her. With her eyes still closed, she began to suck harder and harder at his wrist. The desiccated look of her skin started to fade away, as her body became almost drunk on his blood. 

 

At first it was a gentle wake up, but soon her mind would start to wrap itself around the fact she had finally been saved. Her humanity started to kick in as she fed on Lucis, her conscious warning her that she should stop feeding before she hurts the man who is helping her. It was hard to get her bloodlust under control after so long of not having fed, it was a battle inside her to let go. Her fangs would leave his flesh as they went back into hiding, but she still sucked on his skin, her tongue probing the wound gently. 

 

Pulling away from his wound she still held his wrist, her eyes opened to stare up towards the man who saved her. 

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There were the eyes he longed to see, the precious sign that there was still intelligence within the decrepit body he had saved. Though cloudy, Lucis could tell that she was focused on him -- and more than that, it seemed that she actually saw him as more than just a blood bag. That, paired with the fact that she retracted her fangs from his flesh on her own accord were all good signs that somehow she had managed to keep a grasp on control, a truly impressive feat.

 

“Hello there,” he said gently to the woman, expecting her supernatural hearing to kick in and thus amplify his voice. He didn’t want to cause her unnecessary stress or discomfort. Settling a bit more comfortably into the sand, he pulled her closer against his body and held her very much like one would a child. She never stopped feeding -- never stopped pulling at the steady stream of blood that poured into her mouth, and even after some time, there was no signs that Lucis was suffering for it.

 

It wasn’t until she pulled away from his bleeding hand that he offered her a cheerful smile. Ribbons of blood were still pouring out of the wound, falling onto her face. Blood pooled over her chin then fell  away leaving trails of crimson across her jawline and cheeks. It was a messy ordeal, but he didn’t seem to mind. Even the blood on her skin wasn’t wasted, as it seemed to be rejuvenating the places it touched.

 

“Take it easy,” he said after a pause, before offering his bleeding hand again. “You can have more -- you won’t hurt me. I’d rather you took from me however much you need, than have you accidentally attack a human.”

 

His eyes were golden, brilliant and warm, and exactly like those of the queen. But perhaps this poor creature had never met the queen? Lucis couldn’t be sure if she recognized him as Orisia’s prince, and it didn’t matter too much, so long as she trusted him.

 

To the best of his abilities, he tried to ignore the pleasure he felt from having his blood pulled out of the veins. The sensation of being fed upon was exquisite, but then again it had been designed to be so by evolution itself. And although he partook of his fair share of debauchery, this was hardly the appropriate time to sink away to baser levels.

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Staring up into those golden eyes that seemed kind of familiar, she felt the steady stream of the blood pouring from his hand. Placing the hand to her mouth again, she would let her mouth do the work bringing the blood down into her throat. With each touch of his blood her body began to rejuvenate itself, her mind was clearing as she stared into his hand. 

 

Pulling away from his hand once more, she would stare up at him again. "Thh-ank you.." her words were broken her voice still hoarse from the years of not being used. 

 

Licking the blood from his hand, she felt she had taken enough for her fill. Although she knew she could drain a few to fill up, she was working hard to exert her self control. 

 

"Where am I?" She still felt so confused about what happened, how long was she asleep for. 

 

Trying to sit up on her own, she struggled to straighten up. Her long silver hair fell past her waist, but was in a heap of a mess from all the sea water that came and gone through the tides. 

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“Near Izabal, a coastal city on the western side of Orisia.”

 

Lucis relaxed his hold on the woman. Seeing her regain a measure of self control so quickly was an impressive feat, but he wasn’t willing to comment on it yet. Instead, he settled on the back of his legs and gently set her down upon the sand, waiting to see if she could hold herself up. Once she seemed comfortable, he would go on.

 

“You were in a sunken ship. The low tide revealed a portion of the vessel sticking out of the water, and from there I was able to hear you and feel you. It wasn’t hard to find you after that.”

 

He paused, allowing for her to take in the information. It was impossible to know how she would react to it. Perhaps it would be a great difficulty to realize she had been trapped in the ruins of that doomed ship, or perhaps she had known all along.


“Your ship -- it carried the banner of the Black Heart. Some three years ago, during a strong storm, the Black Tempest Fleet lost a vessel at sea. We never knew what happened to that ship, but I believe I have just found it along with it’s sole survivor. Do you remember anything?”

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With her body set down into the sand, she would wobble backwards a bit with her hands planting themselves into the sand. Catching her balance, she would stare out towards the water with all this new information being told to her. Her location was important, as she does somewhat remember being lost to a storm in the sea over three years ago. A great war was going on, and she was leading her ship with a whole fleet. 

Turning her head to let her eyes gaze upon Lucis, she would nod. "I do remember the storm rolling in over the fleet, it was very powerful. It was like Poseidon himself was stirring the ocean with his trident." Reaching up with her right hand to take her fingers through her hair, she would realize how knotted her hair was from the salty sea water that held her in her tomb for three years. Dropping her hand once more to the sand, she would get a distant look upon her face as she pictures her experience. 

"I remember a mist that took over the fleet, hiding everyone from sight. It would have taken getting up close to the other ships to see them, and the lightning was deadly. I remember the crew struggling to get the ship under control, and everything locked down.." 

Hoping she had more strength since feeding on Lucis, she would roll over onto her knees carefully. Nearly losing her balance, she would look back up at Lucis. "Thank you again for getting me out of my watery tomb.." Giving a brief smile, her lips would feel much better since she had taken in enough blood to give her life once more. "I lost many men over to the sea, and others died I presume with the ship sinking.. " 

Looking down at her hands that rested in the warm sand, she would move her fingers around feeling the silkiness of it on her skin. Shaking the thoughts from her head for a moment, she would look up to the sky. "I need fresh linen.. and probably a hot soak.." Her mind moved to how incredibly salty her body is from the water, and how dry her skin would be to the touch. 

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