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milaramos
March 15th, 2008, 05:39 PM
Legends of Love: The Seventh Legend
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Chapter One <o:p></o:p>
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Her skin tingled with an eerie awareness. The evil felt near. She would find him, it, soon…A beeping noise disturbed her concentration. Alana tapped the communications earpiece clipped to her ear. Her sister Maggie spoke volumes of warning, frustrating Alana in the process. Great timing, sis, Alana thought.<o:p></o:p>

“Alana, you need to come back to the house.” Static followed the transmission.<o:p></o:p>

“I’ll be back momentarily. I just want to see if it is him,” she replied as the rain continued to pour.<o:p></o:p>

“Alana, it’s not him. You know it can’t be.” <o:p></o:p>

“I’m sure I know who the Viscount is, Maggie. Let me just check this out. I need to be positive.”<o:p></o:p>

“As your sister, I completely object to you walking into that club without proper backup. I’m sending Drew.”<o:p></o:p>

Shaking her head, she scanned again. “And as your sister, I’m the one that’s been gifted. So I think I’ll be fine.”<o:p></o:p>

“Alana don’t --”<o:p></o:p>

“Cutting transmission,” she stated, as she touched her earpiece and continued her visual scan.<o:p></o:p>

She sat perched high above the buildings still as the stone gargoyles. Rain steadily danced down onto the rooftops and streets of the city below while lightning lit the night sky. Varying tunes of water collecting in the building gutters changed as they ran down their gulley and spilled to puddles on the city streets. Cars sped down the street and threw water in every direction, adding more water to the already soaked walker-bys. <o:p></o:p>

The world moved as normal; people crossed streets, entered and left cars, buildings and continued with their lives unaware of the lone figure above with roving eyes. None of the souls below interested her, though they should have. It was her job to take care of them and protect them. Yet, her focus went to finding a particular man. <o:p></o:p>
She tuned her special vision onto the facial features of every passer. Alana scanned various eye colors, facial hair, no facial hair, but none proved to be the one she wanted. Born the seventh generation of Shadow Hunter, gifted with extraordinary abilities to detect a certain type of paranormal being, Alana accepted her skill. Though she adored her gifts and they made life somewhat tolerable, they did have their tolls. Easy wouldn’t be the word she used for the things she did. Duty, yes…family obligation, hell yes, but easy was an understatement. Her family had been protectors for a long time.<o:p></o:p>

The Legends were hunters in search of the evil preying on humankind. Alana came from a family rich in the history. Her family spanned over thirteen generations, the first appearing in Egypt and then moving to Europe. Mauricio Legend, her grandfather told her, when she was a child, the Legends were once believed to be actual gods, but the books of genealogy were not open for common perusal. Alana only knew of the roots as far back as the 11<sup>th</sup> century when the family name changed to Legend.<o:p></o:p>

What she knew of her family was through those on her mother’s side; the Italian side. The Legend qualities were significantly prominent in the descending female born in the following generations. Those females with the Legend last name had the signature caramel tone complexion, full, sensual, pouty lips, and soulful, dark almond shaped eyes, and athletically toned bodies graced with poise and elegance. <o:p></o:p>
Taken aside by her grandfather one day while her parents had gone to town, Alana wanted to know what made her family name so special He said that the actual story started on October 14, 1066, the Battle of Hastings. Norman troops defeated the English and killed King Harold, which opened the way for William to take the throne. <o:p></o:p>
An English knight, Thomas Legend, received a terrible blow to the head during that battle. Though they were going to leave him for dead, when they checked again they realized he was very much alive. When they returned him to England, he healed and they sent him home. However, the story had it that’s when his troubles started. From the moment he awoke up, he sensed thoughts of those around him. Of course those times were so much different, so he thought he was possessed. <o:p></o:p>

Thomas made many trips to various shrines in England, in hopes to be cured of the voices. None helped according to the tale. Getting enough of his personal items together he took a pilgrimage to Rome, Italy. There he met and fell in love with an Italian woman Isabella Medice, and received a papal blessing to wed. Shortly thereafter, he no longer heard the voices. For the first few years things went well; he was happily in love and he never heard anything out of the ordinary.<o:p></o:p>

Then one day, while out in the country with his bride, Thomas heard the voices again. Isabella answered back to these unknown voices. At this revelation, William thought the woman a witch, or he was losing his mind. Isabella explained to him what he thought to be witchcraft or makings of the Devil, were gifts from the heavens. <o:p></o:p>

Over the years, Thomas was taught to cope with his gift and control the voices. As time passed, the couple had six children each born with distinct super natural gifts and abilities. One of the children, Fiona, had skills much more advanced than the other five siblings. She had the combination of traits, enhanced hearing, vision, speed, strength but more that the other children did not. Fiona could heal her wounds at a faster rate, ward off sickness easier, aged at a slower rate and sensed when a supernatural presence approached.<o:p></o:p>

The distinctions of these abilities were understood on a rare night when the Legend home was raided by thieves. At the peak of young adulthood, Fiona was the youngest the children and known for her quiet and reserved demeanor. Face to face with the criminals, Isabella witnessed first hand the exact measure of her daughter’s biological peculiarity. Fiona defended her family when matters worsened and the men attacked her siblings. She moved and fought with faster speed and strength as the men and executed their deaths without thought. The men, which Isabella learned were called vampires, served to explain to Fiona the type of awareness she possessed. <o:p></o:p>

Knowledgeable and wiser to the changes in the world and the evil, Isabella had a vision in her dreams one night. A man possessed by the evil, fought against two women. The women were Legends, each identical in appearance to her daughter. In the fight, one was killed, and the other murdered at the hands of the vampire. With their deaths, a storm of energy inundated the man. The consequential actions from this acquisition of energy resounded through as the man killed any man, woman and child in sight.<o:p></o:p>

The weight of that vision never died over the centuries. The connection of the man in the vision didn’t sway the rigorousness need to find answers. Alana needed to keep her wits about and her senses tuned. She shifted her gaze to the people coming and going, as something caught her attention. Maybe the way he walked with smooth precision. Maybe his gait revealed him as much more than a normal man. He filtered through the crowd with ease. Maybe it was the way he seemed acutely aware of his immediate surroundings. He knew where to step and move in order not to alarm or bring attention. Or maybe the way her teeth elongated at the sense of a vampire nearby, gave him away. <o:p></o:p>

It didn’t take but a fraction of a second and she knew. The infamous murderer her ancestors had written about was walking along the city streets unknown to the innocent people below her. She remained poised in her position and noted his route as he passed through double doors and entered a nightclub. If only those unsuspicious people knew he was an abominable danger to human kind, they would not be too quick to welcome him into their establishment. <o:p></o:p>

What did they know? Not as much as she did. From all the information she had gathered and learned, he was called ‘Viscount’ in all the Shadow circles. The name Viscount had been alive for a long time. As for the man, she didn’t know for sure. The actual Viscount lived for currently six hundred years, and single-handedly wiped out the most royal of the Shadow Hunting families. Rumors and speculations as to his true identity in human life ran rife. Some stated the name only passed on, and the original Viscount died long ago. Other rumors said the ‘Viscount’ indeed was a real Viscount from the British Empire, but any truths to those rumors were never corroborated. The reality behind any of it was beyond her understanding. <o:p></o:p>

Alana only knew one truth, the Viscount as an assassin, a slayer and the killer of her family. Different generation members before her were murdered at this thing’s bloodied hand. Though Alana could dismiss the cause as being duty bound, the truth was she couldn’t give a verifiable reason when there were currently other Shadow Hunters out searching for the Viscount. Her only intention was revenge. <o:p></o:p>

Vengeance is what fueled her soul. In her immediate family, besides herself, Maggie, her twin sister, remained the only survivor. Although most of the family understood the consequences of being the lone figure that tracks dangerous beings, of the weight of carrying the Legend name, and not letting the power of the gifts overwhelm the soul, Alana was out for a personal vendetta. When word leaked about her blood feud, there was uproar throughout the remaining members of the Legend family and through the Shadow Hunter Community. The backlash was expected due to her family name. Balanced on the edge, Alana let her thoughts sift through family history as she waited for the Viscount to appear. <o:p></o:p>
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