


Underworld: Bloodless

by originalluv



Category: Underworld
Genre: Horror, Supernatural
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2014-03-02
Updated: 2014-03-02
Packaged: 2014-05-11 16:10:20
Rating: K+
Chapters: 1
Words: 619
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10154527/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/5563227/originalluv
Summary: This is before the events of Underworld: Rise of the Lycans and features an few OCs, along with Kraven and Viktor. This is only my second fanfic, so hopefully you like it. And I promise, part two will speed it up a bit!





	Underworld: Bloodless

Chapter 1

A cool breeze wafted across the land, signaling the coming night. Nyssa bent over the fire, stirring up the flame as the chill set it. With night coming, Father would be home soon from his work in the woods. He had been busy helping the lords hunt down the beasts that plagued their lands and no doubt would be exhausted. The flames stoked, Nyssa heft the heavy pot over the fire. A strong stew would be just the thing to put him in a good mood. She listened for his boots on the ground as she stirred the stew slowly. With any luck, she would be able to convince him that her time was better spent helping him track down these beasts. After all, he had taken her hunting with him almost every day for the last few years, since Mother had died. But now something in him had changed, he wasn't the same man he was before. She quickly added a log to the fire before going back to stirring, mulling over the past few weeks. Just then, she heard Father's quick step and hurried to greet him.

Alaric smiled as he spotted his daughter's ginger head peeking out of the door. "Hello, my dear." Nyssa grinned at him as he engulfed her in his arms. "Is that deer stew I smell?" He asked, stepping around her into the small cottage. "Yes, Father. I thought a hearty stew was just what you needed after a long day of hunting." She followed him into the house and helped him store him gear. Alaric settled into a chair at the table as Nyssa served the stew. She stepped from the fireplace to the table and sat quietly at the table as he devoured the stew. Her eyes never left his face as he ate, noting the redness of his eyes and the new wrinkles that had appeared. Finally he looked up at her. "What is it, Nyssa? What's on your mind?" She licked her lips apprehensively. "You're tired and all-out, Father. All this hunting and tracking is wearing you out and I'm not sure how long your body can withstand this. I can-" Alaric slammed his hand on the table, rattling the dishes. "Not this damned nonsense again! I'll not have you traipsing around these woods with those _beasts _out there. And I'll not hear another word on the subject." He shoved his chair back from the table and grabbed his pipe from over the fireplace. Nyssa watched anxiously as he stalked out the door. Remorse filled her and she reluctantly rose from the table, scrapping out the remnants of the stew into the fire. Rinsing the dishes in a nearby bucket of water, she laid them out to dry. With nothing left to do, she slowly climbed the stairs to the loft where her bed lay. Quickly undressing, she slipped beneath the blanket, allowing tears of regret to fill her eyes.

Alaric slowly puffed on his pipe, studying the stars above. He knew it was dangerous to be outside at this time, but he needed to think. Nyssa was trying to be helpful, but she didn't know what was really going on. It wasn't just hunting and tracking beasts, there was so much more to it - more than she should ever have to know. He heard her making her way upstairs and his heart pained him. He wanted nothing more than to take her with him the next day, but that would be foolish. Nyssa was too innocent and sweet too see the true horrors of this world, the horrors he knew and saw every day.


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