"The Tonic, it was his creation at first and I perfected it." The memories of the night before flooded back to her. The bubbling Cauldron the ancient ingredients, the blood sacrifice, the final words and even the panic of drinking the elixir and knowing death.
"I don't know how much more I can or should even tell you," he finished the last shot. Clink.
"I only have a few questions," she pleaded with him to stay and he obliged.
"I will answer only what I can." He shrugged.
"My name, my full name, you know it don't you?" she could recall much but not this simple detail about herself.
"You were named Vodkavania Chernomyrdin Kovalevskaya, but I don't think anyone has called you that in years. You prefer Vodka Skaya. It's because you spend all this time with these... Southern people. Come back home Vodkavania, you belong there even with this... Condition." He let out a long sigh and got up, he picked up the tray and took it to the bar. Picking up the full bottle he brought it with him to the door. "At least think about it."
"I will Aleskinov, you've always been such a good brother to me." he held back tears and nodded at her as he left the castle and entered a dimensional rift back to the northern lands.
A winter elf was rarely seen outside their homeland, let alone living in the south. Was it truely her wish to prove that her father was not the insane vampire everyone thought him to be or was there something else that drove her to this madness. There were more answers that must be found. And perhaps the search was what lead her down this path. Magic was not a destination but a jouryney. Her mothers words all those years ago when she had first learned to make her brothers soup cold. The journey was not over. In fact it was just begining.
The suit of blackened platemail back in the crypt fit her pefectly. The cloak concealed it and the two handed Kaskara strapped neatly to her back and was concealed by her cloak. The airship on the dock overlooking the cliffs was custom built and must have cost a fortune. It was small enough for her to operate herself but had room for 2 to 3 more if needed. She entered from the hatch under the ship between the two large guns and settled into the comfortable custom captains chair. The key was already in the ignition and the ship roared to life with the turn of the key and the turning of some gauges and flicking of switches. She noticed the teleport beacon list and she went through them. There were no towns she wished to go to just yet so she pulled back on the controls and the ship lifted into the air and rocketed to the west at incredible speed.
Vodka Tonic (Part 3)
The aura of the man outside became visible to her. A darkened silhouette encased in Winter blue aura became her vision. The world was dark, hollow, the background faded into nothingness and she could see only the man, the bottle on the table and faintly the structure of the castle. The blood Vision was easy to move through. The bottle lifted effortlessly to her hand and she walked through the glass to the terrace outside. The man turned to her and she relaxed wanting to know who he was and why he was here.
"Vodka, how good to see you after so many years." He said in a thick northern accent. The furs he was wearing must have been unbearable to wear in this heat but he seemed comfortable. A long black fur overcoat hid much about him, he was thick beneath it but she couldn't tell if he was strong or just large. The ushanka hat of grey fur had a silver emblem on it she didn't recognize fully. It was for sure a status symbol. His cheeks were very round for an elf and his skin although white had a pale blue tinge to it. "Sorry that we must meet under such miserable circumstances"
"And what circumstances would that be?" she said in the same sort of accent which suprised her. Had she really not heard her own voice in that long?
"I'll explain from the begining... But it seems you have a nice cold castle and this heat isn't to my liking, perhaps you invite me in for a drink?" He grinned at the bottle in her hand. "Fair enough," she walked back to the castle and threw the glass doors and with a quick flick of the wrist opened them as she glided to the couch once more. "This bottle isn't for sharing I'm afraid, but there are many more..." He was already helping himself to a glass from the bar in the corner of the room. Pouring clear liquid into multiple shot glasses he sat down across from her in a cushioned armchair that didn't quite hold his entire frame.
"It was over 240 years ago, I almost don't remember and wish I didn't," he emptied a shot glass and placed it upside down on the tray with a soft metalic clink, "you were very young girl, not even 10!" He gesticulated with his arms for emp role + "It was over 240 years ago, I almost don't remember and wish I didn't," he emptied a shot glass and placed it upside down on the tray with a soft metalic clink, "you were very young girl, not even 10!" He gesticulated with his arms emphasis. "Your father was a brilliant man, and maybe a little crazy but it was at that time that he first tried what he thought would amplify his power."
Visions burned through her mind as he began the tale as if the memories would flood back as he told it. Screams and fire and a winter landscape gave way to people who didn't understand and fled from her family. A small elf girl stood in a doorway with a doll, her mother screaming for her to run. And her father, a monster now that would ravage all those he saw in his lust for blood. It was her, she knew it to be true. Memories like this stayed in you like blood. She stared at him, tears about to well up in her eyes and he stopped where he was.
"You remember now, don't you?" He frowned and had another shot glass. Clink.
"I do, why would he do this?" She emptied the glass in her hand and poured another.
"He wanted a better life for you. It was truely sad what happened. You asked me to come explain this because you weren't sure what you would remember." His hands shook as he took another drink. Clink. "There was one truth you discovered though, that it could be done. It took you almost 200 years but you found out what he had gotten wrong. Like father, like daughter I suppose. You're far more gifted than even he was in this... Practice."
"Vodka, how good to see you after so many years." He said in a thick northern accent. The furs he was wearing must have been unbearable to wear in this heat but he seemed comfortable. A long black fur overcoat hid much about him, he was thick beneath it but she couldn't tell if he was strong or just large. The ushanka hat of grey fur had a silver emblem on it she didn't recognize fully. It was for sure a status symbol. His cheeks were very round for an elf and his skin although white had a pale blue tinge to it. "Sorry that we must meet under such miserable circumstances"
"And what circumstances would that be?" she said in the same sort of accent which suprised her. Had she really not heard her own voice in that long?
"I'll explain from the begining... But it seems you have a nice cold castle and this heat isn't to my liking, perhaps you invite me in for a drink?" He grinned at the bottle in her hand. "Fair enough," she walked back to the castle and threw the glass doors and with a quick flick of the wrist opened them as she glided to the couch once more. "This bottle isn't for sharing I'm afraid, but there are many more..." He was already helping himself to a glass from the bar in the corner of the room. Pouring clear liquid into multiple shot glasses he sat down across from her in a cushioned armchair that didn't quite hold his entire frame.
"It was over 240 years ago, I almost don't remember and wish I didn't," he emptied a shot glass and placed it upside down on the tray with a soft metalic clink, "you were very young girl, not even 10!" He gesticulated with his arms for emp role + "It was over 240 years ago, I almost don't remember and wish I didn't," he emptied a shot glass and placed it upside down on the tray with a soft metalic clink, "you were very young girl, not even 10!" He gesticulated with his arms emphasis. "Your father was a brilliant man, and maybe a little crazy but it was at that time that he first tried what he thought would amplify his power."
Visions burned through her mind as he began the tale as if the memories would flood back as he told it. Screams and fire and a winter landscape gave way to people who didn't understand and fled from her family. A small elf girl stood in a doorway with a doll, her mother screaming for her to run. And her father, a monster now that would ravage all those he saw in his lust for blood. It was her, she knew it to be true. Memories like this stayed in you like blood. She stared at him, tears about to well up in her eyes and he stopped where he was.
"You remember now, don't you?" He frowned and had another shot glass. Clink.
"I do, why would he do this?" She emptied the glass in her hand and poured another.
"He wanted a better life for you. It was truely sad what happened. You asked me to come explain this because you weren't sure what you would remember." His hands shook as he took another drink. Clink. "There was one truth you discovered though, that it could be done. It took you almost 200 years but you found out what he had gotten wrong. Like father, like daughter I suppose. You're far more gifted than even he was in this... Practice."
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