Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"Hello, are you a fairy?"

A pleasant female voice appeared in Darkus's ears. The owner of the voice had golden curly hair and was wearing a fitted palace-style brocade dress with pearls on the bodice.

The owner of the voice wore no fancy jewelry, but her fingers and ears yielded more gold than many small miners claim to produce in a year, which was nothing to Darkus of course. Her pale oval face is cute and delicate, with light makeup. She sits on a luxurious velvet chair like a dressed-up doll, her legs in red fox fur boots waving constantly.

"It should be? Mrs. Melissa." Darkus responded with a smile. He judged that the age of the voice owner was about twelve years old, but this was just an illusion. Because he knew that this twelve-year-old girl was actually a Tianshan child grandmother, an old woman who had lived for centuries. If his judgment was correct, this should be Mrs. Melissa Dark.

"You know me?"

"Yes, Tatlin mentioned you to me. I met her once in Bretonnia. I saved her and she was very grateful to me. She told me many stories."

After Darkus finished speaking, Ren turned his head and glanced at Franais, his eyes full of questioning. Is there some kind of deviation between what Darkus said and his memory? Did he remember that it didn't seem like this at the time?

Melissa froze there, her memory of Tatlin still fresh, Tatlin liked to bathe in blood, anyone could see that this was too much and would bring trouble, endless trouble.

More than a thousand years ago, when Melissa was still very young, she was captured. The person who captured her was not an ordinary thug, but a wild monster, an uneducated savage, a A dwarf who can live forever and is about the same height as her. Soon after, she completely overcame it. From then on, she became the favorite of the dwarves. She also gave birth to many children. Her children gave her countless wealth, but her children spent most of their time wandering, between life and death. Searching for her own path, barely remembering she's alive.

Too many of Melissa's offspring followed Count von Carstein's advice and were destroyed in vampire wars and infighting. Genevieve was not the only survivor of the Lahmian lineage, the Dark family, but Genevieve was the closest thing to family she had in a human sense.

"Before Katalin was transformed, there was a demon in her body. Chandanek didn't listen to my words at all. It has always been like this. The fledgling vampires will ignore their father and have no respect for tradition at all. If Respect tradition and none of this will happen.”

As the words ended, Melissa, who had been annoyed before, yawned and stretched.

"I'm tired. Can I go to bed now? No, because a guest is coming. Welcome. By the way, you forgot to introduce yourself, an uninvited guest."

"Darkus, Darkus the Scourge of Hell."

"The time has come. My granddaughter and the fairies welcome you. Although I don't quite understand why you are together, elves and vampires, what a strange combination."

After speaking, Melissa stretched out her hands, and Genevieve walked over and hugged her directly. At this time, she was like a real little girl. A little girl in a Schrödinger state, if she stays smiling and naughty, there's no big problem, but when she's serious, someone tends to die.

"I miss you, Grandma," Genevieve said, kissing Melissa's cold cheek.

"We also missed you very much during the last gathering. Perhaps you didn't know that most of the older vampires from all over the world attended the gathering at the Abbey of Evernight and Solace."

"I was traveling, Grandma. I didn't receive an invitation..."

There are many groups and branches of vampires, and some older vampires will gather together at specified times. This is no different from other alliances or fraternity organizations that seize any opportunity to organize drinking and hunting.

"I don't blame you, kid, there's nothing more boring than a party of old vampires. Believe me, I've endured several worlds of pain, those guys always wearing tattered black cloaks, two old fools because of some... An argument over something trivial turns into a huge fight, and all you can do is hear the same story over and over again.

In addition to this there is a lot of bullshit, why not rule mankind, just wait for the time, then we can come out of our coffins and occupy the rightful position of human rulers, etc., these topics are repeated over and over again, my God, this nonsense is enough to make You plug your ears with wax and suffocate in your coffin for a century, and I really hope the bullshit ends. "

"Is she always like this?" Darkus didn't want to ask at first, but he was amused by Melissa's words. Then he turned his head and said to the elf who was following him, "I hope we won't be like this when we are old. , talking over and over about topics from our youth, Asuryan’s fire, this is really boring. If we were like this, I would never cook to entertain.”

"Isn't this cute?" Drusala, who was always on guard, said with a smile.

"Cute? Cute! I don't think this word is accurate, but if you think about it carefully, it's also cute!" Darkus spread his hands and responded.

"Where was I just now? Yes, guests came, party, yes party, the seventeenth nonsense caused a lot of arguments, Elder Honorio was worried, a very old lady-like host, I hate He, you had no idea how calm he was, he could even chew on a stone table, and he did, yes. I saw him chew on a table more than once, an ugly table, a table made by dwarves, Did you notice how they made the table legs just right for my height? I'm talking nonsense, aren't I?

Darkus's mouth turned into an O shape due to surprise. He felt that the spirit of this Tianshan child elder seemed not normal.

"She's not usually so... bad?" Genevieve, who was walking in front of her, turned to Darkus and said with some embarrassment. This was her first time coming to the Monastery of Evernight and Solace, and it was her first time seeing her. Except for the blood connection, she was not familiar with Melissa at all. She didn't expect Melissa to be like this.

"Usually? Yes, I usually don't try to save vampires from extinction. I heard the news about Altdorf, pathetic Vlad, and even more pathetic are my descendants. They should not follow Vlad. , wait, look what I found!"

Darkus looked in the direction and saw a mouse behind the books on the bookshelf. The mouse was beating at an alarming speed, and then it stopped. A shadow scurried faster than the mouse. It was originally blocked by Ji. Melissa suddenly appeared on the bookshelf with Navief in her arms.

"I'm sorry, we can only make do with this. Am I dreaming? I'm not. All of this is real. Genius, what a genius, but there were no geniuses in our time." Melissa said a bunch of incomprehensible words. Holding the furry creature tightly in her hands, she even thoughtfully rearranged the books in order as she spoke.

Melissa felt the creature's panic. After doing everything, she held the creature in front of her eyes. She looked into the creature's sparkling eyes and ordered the creature's little brain to go to sleep and not mind what would happen next. Then she stuffed the mouse into her mouth. When the mouse was swallowed, she took out a handkerchief and wiped her lips. She turned her head and looked at Genevieve for approval.

Without mirrors, vampires must rely on each other when showing their faces.

"There is a chip on your upper lip." Genevieve pointed to her lips and said, and after Melissa wiped them, she continued, "Now you are as beautiful as a portrait again."

"Hungry cats, cats are overrated, those ratcatchers are fat and lazy, and I'll have to start dealing with them once the rats are gone. So be warned! Unless anyone wants to pay for a man who has nothing in the world Open a passage for my friend's poor little orphan."

Melissa stretched out her lower lip to taste the delicious food. She could feel the mouse still twisting in her stomach, which made her burp uncontrollably.

"Okay, okay, grandma, it's nothing."

"Where were we talking just now? Usually, yes, usually, saving vampires from extinction. Thank you, my child, for reminding you seriously..." Melissa coughed violently before she could finish. After coughing for a while, she put her hand into her mouth. She felt that her throat was blocked. After a while, she stopped coughing and continued, "This all stems from the wrong diet."

"That's better, Grandma. We don't have to make a mess."

Watching all this, Darkus couldn't decide if Melissa was a nasty old lady or a scary little girl, either too old or too young to care about anyone's feelings but his own. Melissa was completely different from Genevieve. At least in his perception, Genevieve was normal.

"Don't look like that, Elf, you left me running around without any thought of sending me to school or looking for my family. How long has it been since you got a good beating? Oh~ I'm sorry, forgive my gaffe, if If we can't be polite to each other, we'll start fighting and make a mess, right?"

Darkus shook his head speechlessly, and he did not care about Melissa. He regretted a little. He probably shouldn't have accompanied Genevieve here. This was not a monastery, it was more like a lunatic asylum.

"Stupid Vlad, he actually wanted a war of the dead and gained control of the empire. He and his ragtag band of men terrorized the peasants and raised a huge army of the dead that was of no use at all and had no skills at all. , no use at all, just unconscious mouths hanging on the legs, dedicated infantry? The von Carstein family relies too much on them, we all know where this will lead, yes, we know, it was expected a long time ago , when humans fight back, all vampires will be knocked down, wait...am I talking nonsense again?"

"But you're right, that's what happened. The useless army of the dead was defeated. It had no skills and no use at all." After seeing Genevieve's embarrassed look, Darkus Step forward to relieve the situation.

"I can feel that Vlad's death has something to do with you, right?"

"Of course, I witnessed Vlad's death. I was friends with him, and... I hosted his funeral, a friend's funeral."

"Interesting, a vampire's funeral. I can't imagine how to hold a funeral for a vampire."

After Melissa finished speaking, she pushed open the door. Behind the door was the dining area of ​​the convent, and then she said sharply.

"Helga, Heinrich, stand down!"

"We respect you, Madam Elder, and grant you courtesy." The two vampires said while bowing to Melissa.

"You two, very reluctant? Do you need me to remind you of something? Now! Apologize profusely and get on with your game. No one will find your antics charming and if you can't treat your guests right, you can go Your basement ponders your shortcomings.”

"You are a distinguished guest, a living person."

"Welcome here."

There was no physical conflict. Melissa's output caused the two vampires blocking the door to retreat.

"This is better. Now, leave us alone."

Darkus saw the vampire blocking the way retreat into the shadows, the vampire's pale face disappearing like a candle extinguished.

"Some of us regret losing our mirrors and will go to great lengths to provide ourselves with a reflection, and the world won't smile on them anymore," Melissa said with an almost comical seriousness.

However, Darkos's attention was not on Melissa. He was attracted by the barmaid. He could feel that the waitress was very strange, and the presence sitting on the bar was equally strange.

"Katya, please provide me with some service." Melissa tapped her pinky knuckle on the bar.

The waitress was strange, very strange. Her flat and beautiful girlish face was covered with soft, silky snow-white hair, and she had a blue bat tattoo on her velvety neck. The tattoo ruined her overall beauty. The strangest thing was that she spoke to Melissa in a language that Darkus didn't understand, and her words were mixed with meows. The dress she wore was almost unfittingly tight from thigh to ankle, but her feet spread out like octopus tentacles.

"Is it like meowing like a cat?" Darkus muttered. He could clearly feel that there was something wrong with the waitress, and she seemed to be a deformed person. After sitting on the chair at the bar, he saw clearly that the person wrapped in a tattered black shroud was lowering his head and enjoying a bowl of spiced blood. He was very sure that the blood was not human blood, but pig blood, which had a stinking smell. Flavored pig blood.

Moreover, the way this being eats is very strange, and it does not drink in the usual way. Instead, like a hole in the cheek, a long, tubular tongue protrudes from the cheek, reaches into the blood, and sucks loudly.

"Ms. Melissa, it is an honor to serve you."

"Great, I'll have a special one."

"Come right away."

"Sorry, I forgot that I'm not the only one here, Katya, do you have anything to give to the living? What do they drink? Tea, wine, milk?"

"Ms. Melissa, you also know that we usually don't serve living people here, but since we are your guests, I will see if we have anything that can scare the guests." Katya put the bottle filled with red liquid The goblet was placed in front of Melissa, and then she said, and then she left the bar.

"This has been a long and boring period, here's to my granddaughter." After finishing speaking, Melissa raised the goblet and drank it in one gulp, her movements a little blurry. After the blood fell into her stomach, her body had an obvious reaction. Her lips turned red and her eyes burned like flames, as if she saw two gems under the suddenly transparent skin. As her head shook, her curls bounced, and after all the blood was swallowed, she returned to her previous appearance as a little girl.

"Here you go." Katia reluctantly pushed the wine glass in front of Darkus, and then she said to the other elves, "Sorry, two glasses is my limit. I must keep a clear head."

Darkus sniffed it gently. The liquid in the cup had a strong smell of rust, mixed with a smell of vinegar. And according to the waitress, this might be the waitress's own blood? Emotions are really worthless. I went to the kitchen to squeeze the blood myself. This is such a warm and hospitable thing.

"I think you are mistaken, madam." Darkus said while pushing the wine glass over. He declined the waitress's kindness, and the wine glass passed Genevieve and came to Melissa.

"Unfortunately, it seems that we don't have anything here that can entertain living people." Melissa refused to refuse anyone who came. After she finished speaking, she drank the drink delivered by Darkus.

"I'm curious, so I'd like to ask, are you a vampire or a mutant?"

"Both? This is a very stupid thing. I slept well in a tomb with pressed flowers, but when I woke up I found a temple standing around me, a group of abandoned dwarf miners They worshiped me as the sleeping princess in the story. They even captured a handsome man to play the role of the prince. What did the dwarves think that his kiss could bring me back to life?"

"What the hell, you're talking nonsense." Darkus held his forehead and muttered in pain, and then asked, "Then does this story have a happy ending?"

"Oh, yes, wonderful. I sucked my prince dry. The prince was a little uncomfortable at first. He killed all those cute dwarfs and the dwarfs' animal companions. In fact, there were many other people. It happened. A lot of things, a lot of vampires like me can't drink, and I've learned a lot over my many, many years."

Darkus no longer held his forehead, but clapped silently, cheering for this inexplicable story. He was completely confused now, starting from the moment he stepped into the monastery. He made a wrong decision. He should have dragged Tolandil over, who chose to hang out in Ulbric, and let these mentally unhealthy beings and nonsense stories prick Tolandil's ears.

"I guess it's two different stories, Katya, because it happened after a long fast and makes it a double."

"I'm glad to have your approval, madam. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to drain the pigs. This new arrival is not very good." Katya responded with a bow, then she smiled He nodded to Darkus and Genevieve and walked away. She had a cat-like lithe grace, and the hem of her dress jutted out at the back.

"Hey, do you have a story? Our arrival didn't bother you, right?" Darkus felt like there was a tail under his skirt? He didn't know if the cat in Melissa's mouth was referring to Katya. He shook his head speechlessly. He had no interest in lifting Katya's skirt. He just wanted to leave this damn place as soon as possible. Then, he was attracted by the harsh sucking sound beside him, and he asked with some dissatisfaction.

After hearing Darkus' inquiry, the being wrapped in a tattered black shroud stopped eating. He raised his head and looked at Darkus, and then he lifted his hood, revealing a terrifying face.

"You shouldn't be from the Lahmian family, right?" Darkus asked with a frown.

"No, he just came here not long ago. A few days ago, yes, a few days ago, he was in a very embarrassed state." Melissa was radiant after drinking two glasses of blood. She sat cross-legged on a high stool. Her face became smaller after drinking the blood wine, and she said nonchalantly after giving an imageless burp.

"I'm not, my name is Vlad von Carstein."

"This joke is not funny." Darkus was completely speechless. After hearing this, his body couldn't help but tremble. This is all what and what, wherever it goes. Is there any position and aura here? Isn't this a monastery? Why is it like a hospice lunatic asylum, every existence has some serious illness, he now has the urge to punch this guy who calls himself Vlad.

"It's not funny, it doesn't matter. I worked hard to get here. It doesn't matter what my name is here. In this case, let me call you Vlad. Yes, Vlad. I have no family obligations anymore. , nothing makes me happy now, which is why I chose to come here. It's over, everything is over.

I don't think what's going to happen to that madman in Conrad, yes, he is a madman, and I don't want to face him every day, and I give up any claim that people think vampires must be leaders. I just want to get on with my life as I did when I was human, I love working in the theater and I'm ready to practice my turn next and hopefully you'll give me a spot on the next open stage night. "

Melissa frowned, like a drunk trying to look sober, thinking about what Vlad had said. Now she is more awake after eating. She knows what is in front of her. Her granddaughter has brought great guests. She does not think that her behavior of catching mice just now can make the guests afraid.

The elves who were still laughing and enjoying themselves suddenly became serious in an instant, and they realized something.

"I'm a little tempted to open a theater in Naggarond? You will play Vlad? Well, your height and appearance are very close to Vlad. When the time comes, you will put on armor and a blood-drinking sword, and play that night Does it seem like a good idea to recreate everything that happened?

But... I don't think elves will be interested in human stories. Even if I participate in it, the box office will be very bleak by then. This is not a good investment. "Dakeus said nonchalantly, and then a sharp light burst out in his eyes, and he changed the subject, "I am very curious now, what were you doing that night? ! "

"Me? I was commanding the trebuchet position. I saw everything. When your cavalry crossed the Talabek River, I left. After that... I crossed through Reikwald and came here. Is it over? I Is there still a chance?" After Vlad finished speaking, he looked at Darkus, who was close at hand, with a calm expression. At first, he thought that Darkus came to him specifically, but it didn't seem to be the case?

"Yes, it's over. The purpose of my coming here is just to accompany her to visit her grandmother who lives here. I have no interest in you and your stage play, unless you want to avenge Vlad?"

Darkus could feel that this monastery was not what he saw. Vampires, aberrations, and humans with the mark of Chaos lived here. These harmful existences became harmless here, and it was like a safe zone. , while providing shelter, it can also stay away from all disputes. There was no need for him to break the calm. He had never been enthusiastic. He thought it would be nice to have such a place in the empire?

"It's over. I'm sorry, sir. It's time for me to go practice. I'm going to look for opportunities in Ulborik next."

"Come on, if you have a chance, you can find a better screenwriter and act out everything that happened that night."

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From the terrace of the monastery, Darkus could see the slow, clear water of the Tefel River, even now at night. A river boat slowly appeared in the night and sailed into the monastery's dock to provide more supplies to the monastery.

At this time, Darkus was leaning on the terrace of the monastery and looking at the scenery in the distance. He chatted with his companions all the time. Sleeping? Although he has many things to do tomorrow, he doesn't dare to sleep here. What the hell is this place? Is this a place where he can sleep?

Darkus felt a little regretful in his heart. He shouldn't have brought Ren here. He should have let Ren go to Ulborik. Originally, he thought he could gain something from this place, such as an intelligence network and the like. In the end, there was nothing. Here, everything seemed so isolated, only the water of the Tefiel River was flowing like blood.

The monastery was founded by Elder Honorio's father, Belada the Melancholy, during the Age of Sigmar. Since its establishment, the monastery has remained isolated from the outside world. This monastery is a confluence of contradictions that few vampires know about, and only a few of the vampire race can tell the conflicting stories of the remote sanctuary. Joining here is not casual, you need to apply in advance. When a vampire needs to find the monastery, the monastery will get in touch with the vampire. This is the case with Lahmian vampires, who have agents all over the world.

Belada is a dwarf, yes, a dwarf from Silver Peak, a vampire dwarf, belonging to the Lahmian line. It all started with Neferata. After she left Nehekhara, she traveled around the world and finally settled in Silver Peak. She killed the dwarf king who had participated in the Longbeard War in a duel. Since then, she has occupied the Silver Peak. Berada was the dwarf who was transformed during that period.

"Animals, clothes, tools, spices, no books, no music, no news, a place where guys are content with the routine of life rather than getting caught up in the chaos of events, fads and trends. Boy, I feel you You will disturb them, and they will also disturb you. From your perspective, they are like creatures in the story. They sleep during the day and come out at night. Many of them bear the mark of chaos and have a cyan color. Marble eyes, wolf-like fangs, sharp claws, and their eating habits will offend you."

Genevieve, who was listening to Melissa's words, thought quietly. She believed that living here was a kind of spiritual relief, although the existence here would still miss the surging feeling brought by blood and the most real moments of being alive.

"Dear, during the centuries when I was active, I gave birth to hundreds of young lives. I like them and I appreciate them." Melissa said in an elegant and solemn tone after she woke up.

"What kind of person am I?"

"There are as many kinds of them as there are fish or cats, some abhor all relics and symbols of the gods, others enter the order and live the most pious lives. Some are savage predators that will kill all the gods in one fell swoop. Peasant girls suck their bellies dry, others are sipping gourmets who treat humans as lovers rather than livestock. Some are skilled in sorcery and magic and can transform themselves into bats, wolves, or sentient red mist. Some of them can't even tie their shoes, and their hands can't do such a simple movement." Facing Genevieve's question, Melissa pondered for a moment and responded from another angle.

Genevieve and Melissa played cards on the terrace under the moonlight, the quality of the game improving as consciousness slowly emerged. After hearing Melissa's words, Genevieve did not respond, but licked her sharp teeth with her tongue, trying to imagine the teeth biting her arm.

“Now, my granddaughter, you should not try to read your grandmother’s mind like everyone else does, she is much older and smarter than you and could easily make you see the wrong cards.

What kind of person are you? Do you thirst for blood? Is your heart still beating? What is the strength that supports you walking in the world? breathe? blood? Are you a zombie? "

Genevieve smiled, she lost, but she understood.

"Look, you know what kind of person you are."

Melissa smiled too, giggling like a child, then she turned into an old woman again.

The dead are rising, wolves howl in the forest, and a large bat flaps its wings lazily, temporarily blocking out the moon.

"Child, leave, you don't belong here. Go find who you are and do what you want to do and desire."

An hour later, Darkus and his party left the monastery.

The moment she walked out of the woods, Genevieve looked back. Before her final farewell, Melissa gave her a long farewell speech, warning her to be wary of the dangers in the outside world and reminding her of the difficulties she would face. She liked her grandmother, and she didn't tell her that the witch hunters no longer wielded hawthorn trees against vampires, as they had done centuries ago.

The vibrant cities in Melissa's memory have also become abandoned ruins. Obviously she has stayed in the monastery for too long and cannot adapt to the current world, but this does not prevent her from warning Genevieve, It didn't stop her from sending Genevieve to the dock.

When Genevieve saw her grandmother waving goodbye to her in the dark, she had a sense of disbelief, but she eventually turned her head away, knowing she didn't belong here. Her journey is still going on and her story is not over yet. She will face the man with the iron mask who refuses to leave her in her sleep and smiles like hell. (End of chapter)