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Alice has fallen from her grace and now is victim to a horrific curse. Like it or not, she is powerles to change her destiny. She has no allies, no friends, but she has hope. She holds the key to ending this war before it begins, all she has to do is hope, and believe.....but will it be enough?


Alice carefully walked towards the cupboard, careful not to show excitement. She looked around at the other servants, then at the door. Only one remained: she could take him, but could she outrun them all? She heard the deep growls of the Varghulfs outside and realised she could not, she would have to play along, at least, for now. She turned back to the oak chest and opened it, praying to Sigmar that her prize remained intact. And there it was, wrapped in the bundle of cloth just like she had left it; her heart seemed to hammer in her chest as she carefully unravelled the shawl to be certain that the stone was intact. It pulsed with an eerie light, casting shadows in all directions; Faces appeared upon its translucent surface, faces in visions of pain and anguish, faces of the damned. She heard a third presence in the back of her mind. It whispered to her silently: "Alice" it hissed "Alice" she could feel the alien presence and cautiously rewrapped the shawl "Thank you, My Alice." She felt the servant presence in her mind falter, whatever this third presence was; it was on her side, for the moment.

She began to walk away, bundle in hand when she felt the third presence again, this time however it did not lie and linger, it attacked her mind in force and with purpose, she frantically tried to regain control but found she could not, this third presence began to choke her, she had no choice: yield or die. Within seconds of deciding she had lost control of her body to this other sense. She felt two of her teeth reach out and sharpen, her eyes slowly darkened until pitch black, her thin slender body now tainted by some filth that one sometimes felt when they have done wrong, she felt stronger, faster and darker. Now she recalled why she had never opened the cloth: now, she had become the very thing of which she was trying to slay: she was a vampire, worse, a spectre. She dropped the stone and it landed with a 'thud' on the floor. All the servants looked her way and shuffled towards her.

Their eyes moved slowly between the stone and this beautiful woman, she stood now with a purpose that few had seen in any servant, which meant she wasn't one. There eyes displayed a sense of longing, a few of them staring at her slender body. One even dared to speak, though his tone was far from seduced: "He told you not to look at it!" he roared and charged her, the illusion broke instantly: the beautiful woman was now a torrent of anger. Alice lingered at the back of her mind as this vampire executed the servant with one fell swoop of her powerful leg. She crouched down as the others drew their blades. She felt her nails jut out like claws and the spectacular balance she felt atop the balls of her feet, she felt an irresistible urge for blood and destruction, some basic animal instinct that all vampires submit to. She leapt into the air and landed upon the chandelier high above. She leapt down from the sky like a bat and stabbed another servant, using his falling body as a springboard as she impaled another. Several advanced upon her again, but they where no match. She kicked the one aside in the head then grabbed the other two by the wrist. She stood on top of one and sprung over him, taking his sheathed blade with him. She beheaded him quickly and threw the blade like a javelin into another's skull. Alice stared through her own eyes as the thirty or so servants were bested and killed by this awesome combat machine, she drove through them like a steam tank, arms flailing wide and yet each chaotic movement was both precise and accurate, She shrieked as she fought, bathing in the blood of her foes as she killed them, she felt her heartbeat quicken as even more came to challenge her. She seemed entranced by the killing; each deed seemed to do nothing more than to strengthen her madness. When it was over, her heart was pounding, yet not a bead of sweat had appeared upon her brow. She picked up the stone and held it up to her eyes, slowly; she began to examine the corpses.

Alice guessed what was going to happen: she intended to summon the other fallen vampire spectres. She summoned up all of her hatred of the vampires and hurled it at the alien presence in her mind. She buckled to the floor; too busy fighting to take control of her own body. The two silently struggled for domination, her body seizureing upon the wooden floor. The vampire was far stronger than the servant, but the first blow had stunned it, she seemed to be holding back too, almost reluctant to kill the being that had saved her. She knew how to fight them now, they couldn't deal with strong emotions, lets see how she, or so she assumed, deal with love. She imagined herself alone with her beloved Daekon, alone in a bed... she imagined each exquisite moment with deliberate emphasis, the touch of hands, the meeting of lips, the ripples of pleasure she had felt as she embraced him The vampire shrieked and howled at this, it was worse than torture to the foul plague within her. She felt the creature's innermost hatred then, a definite declaration of the bitter resentment of mankind. And for the first time she felt it submit, she seized the control of her body as she would seize the throat of an enemy. She spoke to the presence in her mind. "I know your weakness now, foul spectre, and I know your strengths, this body is mine, but should I ever call upon you, you will fight for me...or else you will fall" there was no answer, but Alice new she had been understood, she could feel the vampire at the back of her mind, mustering hate and thinking of how to get back control. She once more picked the stone and packed it neatly, it was time that she got out of here.

She walked out of the inn once more into the icy wind of night. She saw the two Varghulfs crouching like tigers, ready to pounce. Her breast heaved as she took in a deep breath. Show no fear, let them know the threat. She stared at the pair defiantly, her eyes reflecting their grizzled fur and scarred faces. She saw the remnants of torn flesh upon their fangs. She felt the presence in her mind again and smiled. "Back so soon" she spoke to it. She allowed the presence back into her body and felt the same events happen again, her fangs jutted out once more, her nails growing into claws. She looked at the two pitiful creatures and smiled gently and then leapt into the sky on top of the next building. The two Varghulfs took flight, eager to pursue this challenge of a human. She jumped from building to building, savouring the moment of exhilaration as adrenaline pulsed through her body. She soared through the air upon blankets of smoke and came to rest on rooftops from half a mile away. Soon however, she tired of this game, and decided to test her own combat prowess. She glided to a halt, the two Varghulfs landing and snarling at her like dogs. She drew her curved blade slowly, it's silver blade reflecting the moonlight from above. The two Varghulfs attacked together, each leaping towards her head. She dodged the pair easily and the two fell upon the roof tops. But they were still fast, the one took flight and attacked from above, Alice had only seconds to react before the other came at her from the front. The Varghulfs continued this endless barrage of frenzied blows. The village was filled with the sound of blade on claw, of flesh upon fang. She added her own scars to those of her foes, smiling hellishly at the suffering of her own creatures. She toyed with them until the crack of dawn each one launching fake attacks and becoming ever more predictable. When the Sun reached the horizon the two Varghulfs where exhausted, but Alice was as fresh as yesterday. She finally took pity and beheaded each of them with one fell swoop before walking to the edge of the clock tower on which they had fought. She considered the height she was at, she was a bit out of practice at flying with wings, but why not try. It was the strangest sensation she had ever felt, but it wasn't the first if such things today. She felt her spine straiten and her shoulder blades broaden, she felt no pain as the tools of her flight pierced through the skin on her back. She looked at the anomaly that lay on each side of her. The membranes felt light, like a shower curtain pulled taught, and held together by bony supports. She leapt of the building, and felt the air buffet against her new wings. She pushed down with this new set of limbs and felt a distinct pleasure as she rose up in the sky. "You know what Vampire, I think we are going to get along just fine" turning north, she made her way towards her destination

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