Outside Budapest, 1918Armageddon SagaRevised 3/24/01
The Curse
Prologue Two
By the Lady Sirona ladysirona@LadySirona.com
m/f non consensual sex, violence, mayhem and rape NC17
The Curse
It was a warm and sticky summer night. The celebrations and parties went on into the dark
of the night. Gennia watched the older ones dance and she was jealous. She knew that she
was beautiful, so why would no one dance with her? She looked down, she knew why. Her
two older brothers had made it clear to a man that had shown an interest in her earlier;
that no one was to touch their precious little fourteen-year-old sister.She frowned and walked away from the dancers. She walked around one of the wagons
and looked up into the eyes of one of the most handsome man she had ever seen. He smiled
softly at her and she smiled back. She didn't remember him from the lunch earlier in the day
Maybe her brothers hadn't scared him off..."Hi," he said, "Do you want to dance?" She just nodded and when he opened his arms she
stepped into them. He was a tall one, taller than her brother was and he was 5'10. He
swayed with the music, every movement soft and graceful. "Do you have a name?" he
asked softly and huskily.She stammered, "Gennia."
He smiled into her eyes and said softly, "Pretty name."
They laughed and joked and danced for it seemed like forever. She felt things she never
thought possible and rapidly decided this man would be the one she wanted to teach her the
arts of love. He was rubbing against her lightly, and she could feel his erection...she wanted
it all. She reached up and pulled him down into a kiss.His lips were cool. He wasn't hot or warm -and that disturbed her- but he kissed so softly
and aroused such a response. He just stood there kissing her for she didn't know how long,
then she was breathing hard and trying to see how she could get him away from everyone.
"Do you know the main house?" He nodded with a sly smile "My room is the one the
corner over the side porch. Do you think you could jump up there?" He smiled and nodded.
"Meet me there." She brazenly ran her hand down his pants and lightly felt his erection and
shuddered with the response it gave both of them. She ran.
No one saw her go to the house. She ran upstairs and checked her clothes. She made sure
that she was nude under her dress and that her lacing was easy to untie. She prayed that he
would come. She heard a slight scratching and turned to see him on the roof outside her
bedroom window. She looked the door, then ran over and opened the window. He smiled.
"Aren't you going to invite me in? I thought you wanted me here.""Oh, come in!" In saying that she broke one of the cardinal rules of the house: NEVER
invite anyone into the house after dark. That was for vampires, though, and this was a
handsome man who was going to make her into a woman!He slid into the room and took her in his arms and kissed her thoroughly. He ran his hands
over her breasts and played with the nipples and she arched into his hand. "I thought I saw
another couple heading this way...a red head in a green dress?" She frowned and then
sighed. "My sister, we share the room.""Well unless we want to be caught, lets go to the hayloft... no one shares that?" He smiled
and pulled her close into his embrace and then kissed down her neck to her collarbone.She melted. "YES!" He smiled, pulled her toward the window after unlocking the door. She
followed, and he picked her up and jumped off the porch roof to the ground. He then let her
stand... she led him to the hayloft.They lay down in the hayloft and he immediately began kissing her and stroking her
breasts. Eventually as her passion built he bared her entirely to his ministrations and she
laid there a willing sacrifice to his attentions. He sucked on her breast while he played with
the other and she thrust herself toward him. She wanted to feel his skin but he shook his
head no.Her dress was up around her waist, and he pet her moist cavern, flicking the clitoris with
his thumb while she moaned and thrust herself into his hand. She wanted more but wasn't
exactly sure what. He towered over her and said whispered huskily "Was this what you had
in mind, or do you want more?"She nodded. "I want it all!" He smiled and grabbed her hands together, then kissed her
roughly. She became nervous and began to squirm, but then growled in her ear.He grabbed her breast and where before he had been gentle, now he was rough and she
cried out in pain. "Quiet!" he said lazily as he slapped her backhandedly. "You sought a
warm wind to warm you to the passions of life girl, but in me you reaped the whirlwind." He
reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. "I will be your first and last lover,
little girl. You came to me a girl I will leave the corpse of a woman!" He bent forward and
bit her breast. She cried out in pain.He reached down and spread her legs, then thrust his hand deep inside of her. She felt his
questing fingers thrust painfully against her hymen; his face had a sinister smile. "Well, you
really are a virgin, my little gypsy slut. It will be a nice treat to take your virginity with
your life," he snarled. She suddenly felt herself invaded, pierced roughly on his dick deep
within her and felt herself tear. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she cried out for him to
stop. It just made him thrust harder.She began to feel a tension building in her, but was at a loss to what it was. Suddenly her
brothers pulled him off of her. "You bastard!" was all her brother cried as her attacker as
thrown from the hayloft to land on the ground twenty feet below.She heard a growl as her other brother began to kick him and then a scream from her
brother. She cowered in the hay as her other brother yelled "Vampyre!" at the top of his
lungs and grabbed the wooden pitchfork and jumped down into the pile of hay below the
loft. She heard another scream, which sounded like a terrified horse, and all was silent."I'll take what is mine, later!" Her demon lover whispered in her ear as he tore a painful
scratch down her back and buttocks. "Count on it. Angelus always keeps his word!" He
disappeared. She could hear the advancing yells coming their way and then the screams
when they found the bodies.The clan entered the barn to find two dead boys along an obviously raped and bleeding girl
in the hay. She had the marks of a Vampyre bite on her. Her eyes were terrified and she
was speechless. They sent for her older sister, Mira, who was a healer.
The girl would not speak. Only terror showed in her eyes.
Mira looked down at her sister with sadness. "Gennia, tell me what happened. I
know what father thinks happened. But I know more occurred. Tell me.” Gennia took a
deep breath. "I met him at the dancing. He was sweet, charming and so handsome. One
thing led to another and I invited him up to my room...." She looked at Mira
imploringly. "I invited him into my room." She held her head low at the horror
dawning in her sister’s eyes. "We went to the barn when Kira came back to the room
with her lover." She hugged herself. "We started to... to...and then he became mean. He
said he was going to make me a woman and then kill me. He told me he would be back
for me. He told me his name is Angelus." She shuddered.
"Don't worry, pet. I will deal with this Vampyre." Mira looked at her youngest sister. How
long had it been since she had been in the position of wanting a lover to lift the virginity
from herself? Her husband had, and now they were married, with one child and another on
the way. She sighed. This vampire now has full access to the house. If there were a way to
re-ban the vampire she would have to find it, and find it fast. Her family would all be killed
if she didn't.Hours later Mira looked up from her studies and sighed. Angelus was the leader of the
pack of vampires that lived in the nearby catacombs. Of all the vicious, mean and cruel
creatures, he was the worst. There was only one way for her to stop this vampire.Mira snuck into her grandmother’s bedroom and lifted the Magickal necklace from its
revered box. The Vampyre Necklace her grandmother had called it. It was to make a
Vampyre not hurt you. She slipped it on and went out, stake in hand. She would kill this
Vampyre leader herself, to protect her younger sister and the rest of her family.When she woke in the morning, Gennia found the note Mira left her. "I have gone to kill
the Vampyre, Angelus. If I do not return, take care of my children. He threatens the entire
clan. ~ Mira." Gennia ran crying into her father’s room with the note.
Mira walked into the catacomb. She thought that the legends were true and that Vampyre's
had to sleep during the day, that they were incapable of movement or function while the Sun
was up. She was wrong about many things; the worst was that and the function of the
Vampyre necklace.Angelus grabbed her as she walked through the bottleneck in the caverns. "Oh! An easy
meal is coming to me now?" He chuckled evilly.Mira spun and thrust the necklace into Angelus' face. He looked at it and commented. "I
love the beadwork. So hard to find good craftsmanship now a days." Horror dawned on her
face when he didn't back off or let her go."Oh, were you thinking that this," he picked up the necklace and held it up for her to see.
"Would protect you in some way?" He laughed. "I don't think so, Little One, but I
appreciate your valiant if useless attempt.""Bastard! Leave my clan alone!" She snarled like a kitten facing down a rottwiler. He
laughed."I will kill your clan one by one until it is no more...or maybe I won't. You'll never know. I
had my fun interrupted last night with the girl Gennia. I'll finish with you." He grabbed her
by the back of her neck and dragged her further into the catacombs until they came to a
room.He threw her onto the bed and then tore at her dress, leaving shreds on the floor. She was
nude to the waist and he saw her large nipples, discolored with pregnancy. "Oh, you’re
pregnant?" He sneered. "What a treat." He lifted up her dress and tore her underclothes
off of her. She lay spread eagle on the bed, nude to the waist and her dress up around her
hips."I'm going to fuck you until you come, calling my name" He laughed at her expression.
"She didn't tell you, did she?" She shook her head. "Your little slut picked me and invited
me in the house to relieve her of her virginity. I did so, but I had a different end planned,
and was interrupted by those meddlesome boys." He laughed at her expression. "Now
you’re going to take her place, and we won't be interrupted."He leaned forward and started to kiss her. She resisted and he laughed, enjoying her weak
and fruitless struggles. "Keep it up. That just excites me!" He grabbed her hair and pulled
her into an iron hard embrace. Kissing her deeply and cutting her lip on his incisor, he
sucked the blood out of her lip as they kissed.She squirmed as he took one of her breasts in his mouth and worried it until it was a hard
nub. Her mind was repulsed, but her body burned with his touch. He knew it, damn the
creature! He laughed as her soft hidden lips became moist, and her hips pushed into his
hand as he reached down to pet her private area. He stuck his fingers into her and moved
them in ways she didn't think was possible. She cried out as she came on his hand. He
laughed at her embarrassed expression.She wasn't fighting him anymore. She was running her hands over him, and grabbing at his
head and kissing him. She thought *maybe if I please him he will let me live...* He kissed
her deeply and thoroughly, claiming her mouth as his own. She submitted and ran her hands
down his body until felt his hard dick thrusting against her leg hard enough to bruise her.She reached down and grabbed him. He was immense, rock hard and cold to the touch. He
thrust towards her and sheathed his flesh sword completely into her. She cried out as he
began to rock and thrust. She couldn't help herself; she could feel his hard cold cock
thrusting into her, hitting her cervix with little bumps of pleasureHer passion was building, threatening to not peak... she couldn't stand it. "Say it...say my
name if you want to peak," he whispered in her ear as he held her tightly and thrust himself
powerfully into her.Never had she had sex this good. "Angelus!" She cried out his name as she came hard and
suddenly she felt him sink his fangs into her neck. The last sight she saw was the side of his
face as her vision dimmed. *I have failed!* Was her last thought as she died.Angelus stood up from the body on his bed. He loved to fuck them and kill them as they
orgasmed. It gave the blood such a spice. Not even fear tasted so good. He picked up the
shreds of the underwear and threw it on the body, then picked the body up and walked
through the opening in the back of the room. It went down into the back regions of the
catacombs. This was where he threw the bodies of his personal kills. The others used the
open pit behind the catacombs where the animals rendered the bodies to nothing. He liked
to use his own private pit.He walked up and looked down into the pit. He had killed every body in the pit. No other
vampire of the pack was allowed to use it. In forty or so years there were only about a
hundred bodies there. He wasn't known to bring his food home to play with. He callously
threw her body into the center of the pit, the necklace reflecting light as her body landed
with a thump.Angelus went back to his room and lay down on the bed that still smelled of their sex and
drifted off to sleep. Tonight he would begin his systematic destruction of her clan. He smiled
in anticipation.
A hush came over the room as a small graceful woman entered the room. "My Lady
The Clan Elders met early in the day. Mira's note left them concerned and they knew
she wasn't coming back. An old woman cried in the corner. The necklace was called
the Vampyre Necklace because it had been given by a vampyre, not that it would
repel vampyres. Mira had been in error, and was now certainly dead.
Tirla!" The Leader exclaimed, standing in homage to her. Silence enveloped the room as
she walked gracefully to the center of the room.She looked around and then spoke in a soft voice. "I have a task for my Romani, which I
believe will also meet your needs." She looked around and her eyes settled on the old
woman in the mourning dress with tears in her eyes. "I am sorry for your loss of the healer,
Mira. I would have stopped it, had I enough warning." The soft admonishment for them not
keeping her apprised of the Vampyre problem was accepted."I know that you seek to protect the clan and to punish this vampyre, Angelus. I have a
strong need for you to do it my way." She handed a parchment to the Elder Leader. "This
ritual will restore to the Vampyre his soul. This is a cruel punishment, for such a creature, a
punishment far beyond your loss."She looked at a young boy at his father’s knee. He was a Leader and Elder in training.
"You, young man, will watch this Vampyre and you will assure that the curse remains in
effect. This is my charge to you, Kerik Caldarash, my Clan of Calderash Romani. Assure
the curse of his soul remains effective. I hold you," She pointed to the boy, "responsible to
assure this is effective, and your children. Do not fail me!" She was there one moment, and
in a blink of an eye she was gone.The leader looked down and read through the ritual. A smile appeared on his face.
"Now we have the way to deal with the Vampyre, Angelus!"
Angelus awoke refreshed and ready to kill. Dark was just falling and he wanted to go to
the Gypsy camp and begin his reign of terror. This would be so much fun! He bounded out
of the catacombs with a bounce of anticipation for the death and mayhem.He walked into the clearing near the main house. Strange, there was none of the usually
gypsy wailing and crying that occurred when they lost one of their own. He jumped up onto
roof outside the bedroom and looked in to see a girl getting ready for bed. He smiled and
entered the room. The stupid gypsies didn't know that he was invited into their house. The
girl would be dead, and he would take her body outside to be found. They would think their
house was still safe, and it would be easy pickings.The girl stared into the mirror and watched the room behind her. She was terrified. She
was bait, and very well could die, but they needed the Vampyre. She was chosen to lure him
in. She felt a hand on her shoulder but could see no reflection in the mirror. She screamed.In anger he snapped her neck. Damn it. Flaky bitch was too high strung. Now they would
know he was here... well, let them know he was here! He would leave this place a charnel
house!He turned and walked out into the hall where five men with crosses quickly jumped him. He
was immediately bound tightly with strong ropes, then pulled to his feet and pushed into a
walk. They walked him through the house and out into the clearing, where all the Gypsies
were standing in a central meeting place."You have killed of the Clan of Calderash , Servants of the Lady Tirla, Vampyre." The
Elder walked forward and looked deep into the eyes of Angelus. He made no sign he
recognized the Lady's name. "You have raped our daughters and killed our children. You
killed the healer, Mira, and left her children motherless, and the clan without a healer.
What do you say?"Angel looked around at the Gypsies. They stared at him. He felt that his end was near, but
he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing him squirm. "So what?" He sneered. "So
what if you kill me?" He looked around at the Gypsies. "The pack will pick a new leader,
and they’ll kill you all in horrendous ways. They’ll burn your prissy little gypsy camp to the
ground." He laughed.A quick blow from the Elder snapped his head back. "I think not, Angelus. You are ours to
punish. Death will be too quick and easy for the likes of you."The old man signaled to eight young men to come forward and they did. Two had sharp
knives. They cut Angelus' clothing off and despite his struggles tied him to two large posts
set in the ground while the gypsies surrounded him each with a stake and a cross. He
realized he wasn't getting out of the circle alive.An old woman who just *leaked* power walked up, then around him. She studied the
tattoo he bore on his right shoulder. She smiled a smile that made his blood run even colder.
"A Phoenix? How appropriate for you, Vampyre.""Do you want to know your punishment, Vampyre? Do you want to know the price you will
pay for tasting Romani blood?" She asked softly. He glared at her and said nothing. "Your
soul, Vampyre."Angelus laughed. "My soul? Are you stupid as well as ugly, old woman? I don't have a
soul."She looked him in the eye and laughed, which bothered Angelus more than he would have
liked to admit. "No. You don't have a soul, demon... but when I am through with you, you
will. You will." She laughed.Angelus stared at her in horror. A soul? They planned to inflict on him a soul? His soul? He
began to pull at his bonds frantically. He knew the composition of the soul that had the body
before him. A good man. Staunch Irish Roman Catholic. He had been a loving father and
devoted husband. He also had been brother to one of the strongest Slayers in history. The
bastard rarely had to do confession he was such a good man...He had to escape. He didn't
want such a soul with the things he had done!The old woman laughed at the vampire s fear and frantic attempts to escape. The Lady had
been right. This was a far greater punishment than outright killing. He was immortal. His
punishment would go on as long as he existed!She looked down at the newly written words. She was concerned that it wasn't the original
ritual, that one had been damaged, and she held the copy. She began the ritual.
Angel screamed the scream of the damned.He saw again the horror of his death at the river where the blonde woman had come up to
him asking for his assistance. When she found out that he was Angelus, she smiled and
commented on a nice pleasant surprise and benefit to her plan. She grabbed him, and
despite his size and strength, easily overpowered him and drained his blood."Do you want to live or do you want to die?" She asked him as the cold and the darkness
threatened to consume him completely. He thought of his wife and family and he had said
simply, "Live."He felt something liquid and thick entered his mouth and he had swallowed reflexively. A
burning thirst set up in his body and the fluid he drank both sated and stimulated it. Finally,
the woman pulled away and when he looked at her, he saw that he had been drinking her
blood. He wanted more!"Not now, my pet. You are too weak. Come, follow me." She had led him off, stepping over
the bodies of his friends. He looked down and a part of him screamed 'NO!' while another
was not even interested in their deaths.She had introduced herself as Darla and told him she was now his Mistress. She took him
to a dark place and held him as he went through his death, his body eliminating its waste
and the pain of the transformation. When he had finished, she took him to the river to wash.
He was weak and exhausted and she had to bathe him like an infant.They returned to the dark cave and she lay down with him. She made it very clear she
expected him to service her and he did. He did not end their lovemaking the way men
usually did. When she was having her orgasm he found his teeth at her throat and was
drinking her blood. It satisfied him in ways sex never had. He was weak and tired and he
fell asleep still inside her.He awoke the next dusk with a horrible hunger. She smiled and said they would dine on the
sweetest blood of all. Then she led him down the road to Hell.The first place that they stopped was at his neighbor s house. They invited him in easily. He
killed with a fresh abandon and with a glee that was frightening to behold. They then went
to his house.His son answered the door, and like a dutiful lad did as his Papa bade him and invited them
in. The old man Angus went to Darla's hunger. He had been drawn to Kathryn who was at
first so pleased to see her husband, and then with growing terror realized that he had
changed. He struck and knocked her unconscious on their marital bed.His little girl had been crying. He picked her up, hugged her and drained her. He then
threw her body against the wall and laughed as her head had exploded like a ripe melon.
Turning to his son, he motioned for the boy to come to him, but the child began to run. He
caught him easily out side and drained him almost to the point of death, but not quite. He
then picked up a wooden pole he planned to make a tool with and ran him through, pinning
him to the wall.He returned to the cottage to see Darla draining the Watcher. He laughed. Turning to
Kathryn who was cowering on the bed, he ripped her clothes off of her and thrust himself
into her. She aroused screaming, "No, Angelus Please! The baby!" He slapped her across
the mouth and continued his ministrations. When she started to orgasm from his rough
lovemaking, he transformed and bit her deeply. Her blood flowed into him and it was his all.
Total satisfaction and total contentment.She weakly pulled away before she died. "Please, Angelus, the baby!" He looked down at
her swollen abdomen, the baby only another seven-day to it's birth. With a grin he reached
out with his claws and tore her asunder causing the baby to come out through his demonic
cesarean section. He lifted it and bit deeply into the umbilical cord and in one motion
drained both the mother and the babe until he held a small corpse in his hand.He wrapped the cord around its small neck and hung it, then turned to Darla. "I think we
are through here, don't you?" He laughed at her delight in his dark humor.
Angelus screamed as the memories flooded back. Remorse, guilt, and shame descended on
him like a lead weight. "Kathryn!" he screamed as he tried to pull away and run from his
memories. "Colin, Erin...what did I do?" Tears streamed down his face as he screamed his
pain into the heavens. The gypsies just watched.
They had gone to his parents home and laid it waste. His father fell to Darla, and he had
drained his mother. He didn't remember who had killed whom else at his parent’s house. It
was one long orgy of blood and destruction.He went outside and watched the night. The sounds and the scents of the night captivated
him. He drifted off into the woods near the house and Darla followed, making sure her little
fledgling didn't get lost in watching a stream and get caught by the sun. New vampires were
notorious for losing track of time while experimenting with their new senses.They heard the arrival of the Slayer at the house and her screams and cries. He walked
over and leaned against the door, watching his sister crying while holding the cooling
corpse of their mother. "You always were such a momma's girl," he sneered at her.She picked up a stake and roared in rage as she tackled him and knocked him outside. She
jumped to her feet and did a sweeping kick, which he barely avoided and he kicked her in
the face. She went down and drew her legs back then kicked him square in the chest,
stopping his advance on her throat. "You son of a bitch!" she cried as he once again kicked
her, this time breaking her knee. She went down and then he was on her. She rolled over
and looked into her favorite brother's eyes, then moaned. She seemed to hesitate and then
give up. She screamed as he bit into her neck and he drained her.He looked down at her body, then up as a man and a woman stood in the doorway of his
parent s cottage. He didn't really know who they were, and he really didn't care. Some faint
memory called them his sister’s guests. He stood up and turned toward Darla and his world
shattered. Remorse and feeling and self loathing came through...he was fighting for his very
existence. "Kathryn!" He screamed out in pain and agony at seeing her death at his hands.
He felt as if he was drowning as his soul battled the demon for possession of his body. The
complete subjection of the soul of Angelus was not yet complete.In a flash Darla was at his side "My dark Angel, drink again and strengthen the demon in
order to banish that horrid soul." She ripped at her neck and dropped to her knees and fed
her blood to him. He drank her blood, it's strength and power seeping into every crevice.
The soul was pushed down into a little box and locked away. They stood and walked into
the woods hand in hand without looking back.Angelus screamed as he remembered the nights where blood flowed like water and people
died for his satisfaction. He finally exhausted himself and hung in his bonds like a corpse,
tears drying on his cheeks.The old woman motioned for the Gypsies and they turned their backs on him. She reached
out and with a cut of a sharp knife she cut his bonds and he fell to the ground and just lay
there. She buried the knife into his chest, piercing his heart. He awoke with a scream of
pain. "Enjoy your soul, Angelus. Hope it likes what you have been doing since your
change." She walked away, as did the rest of the Gypsies leaving him a bleeding wreck in
the dirt.He dragged himself up and staggered out of the Gypsy camp. His self-hate was incredible.
He wondered how long it would take him to die if he waited for the sun, but he rejected that
thought. Suicide was a carnal sin, and he was over sinning if he could help it. He had a
raging thirst from his blood loss, but he couldn't face the thought of killing a human for his
need. He found himself in a farmer’s field, avoiding cow patties and drinking from the cows.
It satisfied the thirst, but didn't satisfy the hunger for a life.He went to a small cave and lay down as he traveled back through his memories of his
hunting years. If there was a Hell, he was in it: doomed to live forever, hating himself and
everything he did in the last hundred plus years....
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