Rite of Claiming 5

Mila would stare at Aurella with a look of curiosity peaking through the anger she felt. She would nod slowly placing a hand on her brothers shoulder and on her sister-in-laws, and made her way towards the circle with them in tow.

"What are you doing Mila?" Julius would ask his sister his voice full of confusion.

"I am testing a working theory dear brother." Mila would say keeping her eyes peeled on her niece.

Julian would take a few steps away from a still smiling Boris. Who just maintained the position he had. Looking to Aurella he noticed she hadn't moved from her spot with the others.

"Aurella you need to go to father and mother." He would say as calmly as he could to her. In all honesty, he didn't have the time to have her around as a distraction for this fight.

Aurella would look up at Julian before placing a hand on his arm, and giving him a reassuring smile. "You got this in the bag brother." She would say before slowly walking to where Maurice and Myst stood. Giving them both the same reassuring smile.

"Why are you smiling..?" Myst would question Aurella. Her eyebrows furrowing into a frown.

"Because..I do trust in Julian's ability. And I trust that you will be happy as a result." Aurella would say gently taking Myst's hand into her own.

"You and your siblings are definitely a brand of weird." Maurice would chime in. "But having seen how Julian fares in battle first hand. I believe he stands a decent chance against the likes of Boris."

"And after this we need to deal with his subordinates." Myst would say in a low growl as she looked around the massive crowd that had gathered. "Because they are not getting away with this shit."

"What do you mean by that?" Aurella would ask confusion slowly entering her voice.

"Boris told me that he had subordinates setting this situation up with him. How someone like him could make something like thia happen, is beyond me. But the fact that it's happening. Means that there has to be something behind this." Myst would answer as she moved her gaze to the two who were squaring off in the middle of the circle. "I just hope that Julian isn't in over his head...because of me."

"You can't blame yourself for this Myst. This is all Because of Boris that it is happening. And remember, if he failed to get me killed. Do you think he would succeed in killing Julian?" Maurice would say with a sigh. "I mean seriously. If Boris actually knew what he was doing. This wouldn't be happening."

"That's where the issue arises..." Myst would begin shaking her head. "Boris is apart of the Morgan clan. A group of vampires that are constantly warring against the entirety of the vampire society. Just because they don't want to be under the influence of the society."

"Wait. You mean to tell me we've been housing a Morgan this entire time? And just in time for him to reach his sixty-five years as a vampire?" Maurice would ask in a shocked tone."Okay this may be a lot worse than I thought it was going to be."

"Why does it matter that he is a Morgan?" Aurella would question."

"Simple...the Morgan's are the only vampire coven in current history to war against the major unity as a whole. And be winning." Myst would say simply.

Aurella would look back to her brother the look of assurance, leaving her eyes. And quickly replaced by that of realization. Did she just convince her brother to accept his own death?

It was something she never intended on doing. And a deep growing well of guilt building up inside of her. Silently told her that she was a fool for doing so. Feeling panic begin to build within her. Aurella started to breathe heavily in quick, uneven sequences.

Taking notice of this, Julian would take his gaze off if Boris. And watch to see his sister starting to hyperventilate. Was the entire situation proving too much for her?

"Losing your focus already boy?" Boris would hiss earning back the attention of the young vampire before him.

"Just catching a glimpse of those I am fighting for before all I see is you. And blood." Julian would hiss back to the old vampire. "Now what are the terms of combat?"

"Ah yes, Master Julius! What are the terms of combat within your family!" Boris would yell "It would be rude to make the challenge and not use the rules of the home turf."

"The rules of combat. For a Rite of claiming. Are as follows. Hand to hand is permitted. And the use of a single weapon. No cheap tricks. and most importantly. Show some honor when you fight your opponent."

Hearing those rules. Julian would reach into his pockets and would slowly pull out a small hunting knife. Holding it out in front of him slowly taking a stance.

Boris on the other hand would slowly remove his shirt. Revealing ripped muscles. That were almost proof of his years of training. What lay on top of the skin were several deep scars. Some that looked like they were from injuries he shouldn't even have survived.

Just great. Julian would think to himself. I am fighting a living and breathing weapon.

"I hope you a truly ready boy. Because this night things will be different." Boris would say with a smile.

"Are you going to use your weapon Boris?" Julian would ask from his spot. As it was quickly dawning on him just how much trouble he was in. And that's just from looking at him.

"I don't need one to break you. Nor to defeat you. I have all that I need on me." He would respond.

"Julian, Boris. You two may now engage in combat for your rite of Claiming." Julius would yell out loudly to them.