Rated NC-17 for Violence, coarse language and sexual references.

Disclaimer: I own Elena, and the storyline. Please do not copy or steal my work. The other characters are based on the girls who responded to my cast call. Thankyou all, without you this wouldn't have been a reality. I do not own any of the celebrities mentioned in this fic, although I do own the characters they portray.

The Cast List

Vampires of The Creed of Darius

Darius (Gerard Butler)
Sienna Rema (j-e-s-s-i-c-a)
Stacia (ElijahFan14)
Kassidy Hilliard (Nefduiliniel)
Ronda Collins (Ayngil)
Jasmine Rose (.Jazz.)
Jessity Martin (Firestar)
Andrea Coppola (WhiteAndie)
Rodrigo Antonis (Rodrigo Santoro)

Humans of the clan of Rovin

Julianna Larson (~Jewelz~) Vampire expert/huntress
Xavier Rovin (Clive Owen)
Raine Coleman (Raine) Huntress
Ryan Reynolds (himself) Vampire Hunter
Adam Brody (himself) Vampire Geek

Humans of the Clan of Bartholomew (rivals of the Rovin clan)

Kathleen Bartholomeus (Kit-Kat) Vampire huntress
Christian Bartholomeus (Kathleen's twin brother) (James Franco)
Allison Lippert (4everElijah) Vampire huntress


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Prologue

Raven- v. seek prey, plunder.

Woken up by flashes of preternatural light, and the drumming of electric chords. Eyes of jade opened, lost within the cover of darkness, the vast halls of the cathedral. She sat, penitant, under the altar, the icon above her, sheltering her and guiding her soul. He watched above her always, silent and merciful God.

San Jose slept peacefully in his crypt across the sea, his honourary tomb deep within the cathedral, the marble untouched by the elements that had ravished the church centuries before. A secret entrance lay hidden, another world of preternatural flesh. Like a canvas of Da Vinci's, the bearers of mystery, of the intruiging but ultimately dangerous.

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Dust fled the ancient books' pages as it deliberately fell from it's place on the bookshelf.

'Start with that one,' A voice started, wise beyond its years. 'I want you to find all you can about what we're up against'

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BANNERS

Sienna Rema (j-e-s-s-i-c-a)

Stacia (ElijahFan14)

Kassidy Hilliard (Nefduiliniel)

Ronda Collins (Ayngil)

Jasmine Rose (.Jazz.)

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:heartbeat: Pat

Jessity Martin (Firestar)

Andrea Coppola (WhiteAndie)

Julianna Larson (~Jewelz~)

Raine Coleman (Raine)

Kathleen Aguila (Kit-Kat) Vampire huntress

Allison Lippert (4everElijah) Vampire huntress

My gosh Pat! I can't see how you can stand having SO much talent, this is wonderful! It's almost like reading Anne Rice books, again which i LOVE. That's a big compliment from me ;-)

But anyway, I adore my banner, and I adore the prologue. Fantastic. I can't wait.

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WOW, that was so good! Honestly I'm totally failing to come up with the right words to tell you how amazing that was.

I loved that line, it was so... gah... genius!

I agree with Cat, one of my favourite lines ever.

I'm at a lost for words, i absolutely love vampire stories, any type i don't care just the idea of vampires. And i already know that this is going to be great. AAAHHH, sorry had to get it out i'm so excited.

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it's up!! *keels over and dies* lol I'm so excited...I loved it! And I love the banners, such greatness Pat! I don't know how you do it! I've missed talking to you on AIM lately...I haven't been on much. Well much luv 2 ya, can't wait for more!!! ~Alli~

**swoons** Spudkin you steal my heart with your writing. It's quite mean for I have hopes there are other particular persons wth dibs on it.

OMG!! You posted!! YAY!!!!!! I am excited!!! I ahve a twin brother!!! I loved the prologue!! And I love my banner too!! *Psstt, Alli I need you to add that banner to my banners you were gonna send to Cat to make rotating banners for me! Please!* Anyways, I have a friend of mine who writes Vampire stories so, I have grown to like them! I can't wait to read more!!! Please update as soon as you can!!

~Kat/Kit-Kat~

Awesome start Pat! You really sucked me in with the introduction. And I love the banners! *Scurries off to add it to her rotating banner*


Luvs,
Jinx!

How on earth did I miss this post?? (Oh, maybe because it's in a section I always forget to go to; stink).

But yay! Here it is! And I can't wait for more :) Thanks so much for the part and the banner :D

Ttfn!

Chapter 1 Their cortege is pampered death.

Julianna’s Journal

I suppose the term ‘Vampire hunter’ is taken a little too loosely and seems a little too cliché in our growing world, where the myth has become somewhat of a romantic illusion. An elusive cover of the truth, a decoy for the evil within.
The writers of the novels, either frenzied Irish men or incredibly underpaid Michelangelo’s of their occupation brought the horror, the ideal that a monster could be loved, the sensuality of immortality, the strength, the beauty of preternatural flesh. Through them, the myth of old was revamped, but still far beyond the truth, the writer’s slept peacefully in their beds, and so did the obsessed readers, not a clove of garlic in sight. There was good reason though for this, the truth is too deadly. The one supposed weapon against the supernatural it seemed in all the stories was the Holy Father; yet religion slowly fades and still, the threat of the undead is strong. For of course, they exist. It is wise for you who are parents and reading this to quickly attend to your children, checking that they are in one piece and that your windows and doors are securely locked. Those who are not, head for the brandy cabinet with the knowledge that vampires could probably tear your door down in a swift movement if it pleased them. Those of you left, I suppose sit tight, and hope, for this is the journal of a vampire hunter, and I am good at doing my job.
I suppose the summers in Cambridge brought a lot to my upbringing, an endless supply of books and parchment, treasures from the Western and Eastern world, sarcophagi, jewels, weapons, everything you could imagine. I was spoilt this way I suppose, the daughter of a Spanish and British Archeologist and a German mother. My father Jonathon Marron Larson was honoured during his youth throughout London, Cairo and much of India. A lot of him is in me, many have pointed out; I have his eyes they say, his mouth, and his spirit. My mother gave me my long golden hair, but even as a child I would want it cropped off to be more like him, it never grew past my shoulders, how furious she would get at never having the chance to braid my ‘lovely hair’.
As an only child I soon grew to appreciate my family, father was gone more and more, and then at last he journeyed to Spain for what he promised would be the last time. Father always kept his promises, whether it be racing about the archives in London’s great library (as quietly as possible) or riding bareback amongst the countryside, he always kept his promise, and I soon found out this would be his last one. My father’s body grew rusty during his later days, but his mind was still sharp. As he lay dying in his bed, I remember, he reached for my hand, pointed at a birthmark I had always had on the underside of my arm and muttered an old Egyptian phrase. A phrase that will forever be etched in my memory. ‘Osirus the great god, foremost in the West, Lord of Busirus, who is in the holy mound,’ He spoke cryptically, but I understood.

The six-year-old stepped lightly through the house, as saddened friends and family headed to her mother, with their deepest sympathies, evident in their tired and swollen eyes. Her father had been loved, respected and honoured, as she supposed all war veterans would someday become. At the familiar and intimidating cedar doors of his study, the child gave a small knock, peeping her head of golden locks into the room, and finding it empty, the dark resolute, contradictory to her father’s nature. Not a single window gave light, and as she gazed around, she saw the candlesticks missing, odd. With a start for the desk, and using her back as leverage to close the door, she scattered across the marbled floor, as if passing over boiling hot coals. Quite unperturbed by the dark, but fearful of how long the wake would last, she headed to the twelfth bookshelf. Tall, intimidating and full of knowledge, from Aphrodite to Tuthmosis, it contained all, a private and very much abridged replica of Cleopatra’s great Alexandrian library. Julianna stood between a cabinet filled with tiny ornaments and the shelf, tranquil and transfixed by its size alone. A clatter resounding in the outside hallway snapped her to her senses, influencing her to stand on tip-toe and pull down a brown leathered book. This was it, it was nothing incongruous like many a secret is, but it was undoubtedly a secret.
Pulling open the heavy cover, she stared at the hieroglyphs, memory deciphering them for her. At long last she smiled and uncovered an old parchment riddled with heratic and Ancient Greek. Over the years, the smile would fade when she reminisced, that had been just the beginning.

Christian’s Journal

The year was 1750 when it began. Almost two-hundred and fifty years ago. When our ancestor journeyed west from the Delta of Old Egypt. Victorious in having slaughtered the first, the source, the bringer of it all, and the deliverer. Evil. He celebrated with torrents of wine and making love to his Spanish bride. He was Darius Bartholomew, a famed professor, and of course, he harboured many secrets. Settling on the banks of the Mississippi in the New World as it was then called, his family flourished in wealth and happiness, until with time, the Bartholomew Empire diminished. It began with the fall of his plantation to the death of his wife, events that saddened him deeply, yet raised suspicion with the public. Through his losses, Victor Rovin, a man of noble blood became the new power around the Mississippi, even taking Bartholomew’s daughter for a wife.
The story ends here, but the myths grow on. I have been studying this man for much of my life, for two reasons mostly. The first being my occupation and I know, the minute it is revealed you shall all keel over with laughter, but it is better to get it out of the way than have it dwelled on. I am a librarian. I’m not the kind that towers over you when you raise your voice above a whisper, or who stares menacingly when the books aren’t straight on every shelf. I am much different than that. I am also quite famous for what I do, but of course, you wouldn’t know that, alas, because you’re not meant to.
The second and much more important reason is that my name is Christian Mauricio de Garcia Bartholomeus II. Which basically means my name is Christian; I’m a librarian and one of the last descendants of Bartholomew. The other descendant, however much of an annoyance it is to me, is my twin sister Kathleen. Named Katherina Elena Lucia Bartholomeus, she lead the simple life up until my father died and we were dragged into this mess, into a war, a war which we had no idea existed, and that had been enduring for over two-hundred years. Now we are famous for what we do, and those who aid us. We’re not normal librarians like I’ve always said. The stacks of our library aren’t full of old books piled haphazardly across the shelves, or teenage lovers ‘making out’ amongst the dust. The stacks conceal weapons, weapons manufactured for the war against a creature so feared and so powerful, we do not even know his name, all his servants mutter when asked is ‘Master’. I refuse to call him Master.
Kathleen will tell you in a second what we are and what we do, probably because no one will believe it, but I’m taking my good sweet ass time so maybe you’ll understand a little bit of what we’re actually part of. I’m the descendant, and the newest leader of our clan. I deal with the preternaturally beautiful undead and our competitors, the Rovin clan who are also under new management it seems. I am a vampire hunter. I kill vampires, watch their evil drain from them once I fire my cross-bow and know I’ll stand victorious when the last curtain falls, with my clan, the others like myself, who many never get a mention, but know that they are helping and making a difference. We will win against this creature. One way or another. Yet the glory we get, the Rovin’s will take away, it will only be a matter of time. Being of German descent they have golden hair and most sea-blue eyes, blending in for them is hard, and we know them straight away. Sure, hair dyes work and contacts too, but when you think about it, it’s very hard to hide your identity. We are sanjuaneros, native to Puerto Rico, and we spot them out, blend in, like a well placed thread in a tapestry. But they’re ruthless, and avoiding conflict with them is all we can hope for right now, they’re against compromise and the word negotiate is foreign to them. But this time, now that we’re so close, at the start of a battle I know will win the war, my only thoughts are that the evil must be destroyed.

AAAHHHHH!!!! :D That was so great!! *cheers* Huzzah!

*is jealous of her characters upbringing* All those books! *pouts* I wish!

Verrrrry interesting for sure... *ponders* I can't wait to see what you d with this. Eep! I'm so glad you posted, hehehe.... greatness...

ps. OMGosh *just realized* we are so like the Jets and the Sharks! *laughs* Eh hehehehe... well, sort of haha... :P

YAY!! :bigbounce: I enjoyed this chapter sooooo much! I think it would be pretty interesting to work in a library and I wouldn't be one of those people who stand over you when you talk too loud either! This was AWESOME!! :bow: Please update soon!!
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~Kit-Kat~

*sigh* Pat, I :love: you so much!!! This is a fantastic story! I can't get enough of it!






~Jinx

GAH!!! your keeping me on my tippy- toes (haha haven't said that in ages). So good, i'm loving it. I love the name Christain there is something about it that is so appealing, anyways keep up the great work. Such a good writer.

OOooh Pat! This sounds so freaking intriguing. I don't know how you do it, but your words, it is like poetry. Descriptions are always a strong point of yours.

I'm sorry I can't say more, I am simply in awe. I am looking forward to more of this.

Oh and P.S. I love Ryan Reynolds. :drool:

Oooooooooh! I loved it Pat!

Can't wait for more :D

Hullo hun :) Just wondering if you're going to continue with this fic (I hope so!), or if I shouldn't include the banner for it in my rotating one (*cries*).

So...? *hopeful look*