His sword laying at his feet Victor tried to not let his anger show. The others of the village knelt beside him their arms bound behind their backs like his, their weapons laying in front of them as well. The man who had lead the army slowly walked down the line of survivors stopping to look at a weapon or the elf that was behind it. Some of them he pointed to a wagon others he just left kneeling there. Victor could see the anger in the eyes of the elves around him. He would not show these humans that much contempt, they seem to enjoy beating it out of them.
As he thought that one of the elves nearby sprang to his feet to attack the man only to be thrown back down by one of his guards. The elf whimpered in pain, Victor had heard something snap when the man had hit him in the gut.
“well this is a nice blade.” The humans hand reached out and touched Bloodsong, Victors sword. Calming himself he did not move a muscle or show that he wanted to tear the man apart piece by piece. “never seen it’s make before.” The human pulled Bloodsong out of its sheath and looked it over. The blade was dark red, but not from the blood of the elves it had just killed. The human wiped it then raised his eyebrow. Looking down at Victor he lifted Victor’s chin with the tip of the blade. “where did you get this blade child.”
The man staggered back as Victor let just a spark of disgust and rage fill his eyes. “it was give to me by my father.” His voice was cold and flat of the feelings that he let show. The man’s eyes were growing larger with each moment. He tried to put Bloodsong back away but nicked himself before getting her back in. Victor smiled a cold smile, Bloodsong had to have blood before one could put her away. The man looked behind Victor to speak to some one behind him.
“I want this one collered and sent home. Some one will have fun braking him.” Victor smiled.
they think they can brake me do they? Well they will have another thing coming to them if they try. The elves tried to brake my family and clan for a lot long then they have been walking upright and we still are not broken. He thought as he watched the man walk down the row of elves Bloodsong now sitting oddly on his hip.
Don’t get used to her, I will be back. He thought as something clicked around his neck and the world when black.
It is later, much later that Victor wakes and finds out that his sister was put to death by his own blade, he holds back the tears till every one else is asleep. They fall like pink jewels from his pail face, each one costing him little but pain. His only sister, the last of the line other then him, dead. Her child unborn never once seeing the light of day. His eyes swirling a pail violet, not that anyone will know or care about his eyes. He will make this man pay, if the man has a family he will make them pay for what the man did. He can feel his feeders drop but he pushing them back up. no one will know the truth of his breed but they will feel his teeth in their throats when he gets the chance.
It seemed like month to get to the place they were sending them, new slaves to work in any place they could find for them. He was going to be put to work doing hard labor if he guessed right. His warm brown hair, almost red was now filled with straw and maybe even lice he could not be sure. His clothes were rumpled and blood stained from not only the battle but his own tears. Now he had no more tears to shed, that man declared war, well a war he was going to get.
They were taken out of the wagon and lined up, the head of the servants here had them stripped and dressed in simple clothes. He did not morn the lost of the silk he had warn, those would come back in time. Most of the jewelry was gone already, deemed to valuable to let a captured slave wear. The man reached out and started to pull the simple silver loop from his ear. “I ask you don’t.” his voice was just loud enough that the man heard. The man laughed and looked back at the other servants that were there.
“and how will you…” his voice trailed off when he saw Victors eyes. Again they had changed they were a cold red, hard and unfeeling. He stepped back from Victor without thought his hand dropping to his side.