Morgan Rice - Destined

Another huge roar shook the Coliseum.

Caitlin heard a clang, then another, and looked down to see that the guards had thrown some weapons at her feet. She picked up a shield, a sword and a spear, which she shoved into her belt. She was dressed in a canvas tunic, crude and simple and rough against her skin.

She couldn’t believe this was all happening. These sick vampires truly intended to kill her slowly. Somehow, they had managed to revive the cruel gladiator sport that people here had once enjoyed thousands of years ago. Weak, tired, confused, she felt a sense of despair, and wondered how she would ever survive.

Before Caitlin had a chance to take hold of her weapons, there came charging at her a dozen huge, muscle-bound warriors, all clad in full armor, all wielding fierce weaponry.

Caitlin could sense, as they approach, that they were humans. Still, they looked like formidable warriors, battle-scarred, and it looked like they had done this many times before. And survived.

They sprinted right for her, screaming with a battle cry, clearly wanting blood.

Caitlin focused, centered herself. She tried to remember all the things Aiden had taught her, all the techniques on Pollepel. She tried to breathe, to find the peace in the center of the storm.

She waited, a disciplined warrior. As they came within feet of her, she suddenly leapt into the air, way up high, did a somersault above their heads, and landed agilely behind them. She swung back around her as she did, and chopped off three of their heads.

The others kept running, falling into the dust, knocking each other over.

The crowd roared in surprise and delight.

The remaining warriors turned and faced her, indignant. They charged again.

This time, she stood and fought. She parried with them, blow for blow.

They were strong, and when one of their swords came down on her shield, she felt it reverberate throughout her entire body.

But she fought back valiantly. After all, she was quicker and faster than all of them. She was still a vampire.

Despite appearances, it was a mismatch. They were humans, and they fell like humans. Probably just a first attempt by the Grand Council to warm her up, to see if she could handle the first wave of warriors. She got slashed and bruised, but nothing serious enough to bring her down.

Within minutes, the dozen warriors were but a heap of bodies around her.

She stood there, victorious, and the crowd quieted, then jumped to its feet and roared.

Even from here, Caitlin could see that Kyle and the Council were not pleased by this.

“Send in the Lions!” screamed the Council leader.

There came a roar of approval, and Caitlin hoped that it was not what it sounded like.

To her dread, it was. A side chamber opened in the Coliseum, and in raced ten lions, all charging right for her. They were huge, male lions, faster than she could have imagined, with long claws, and fangs bared. They gained speed with each passing step.

Caitlin reached down and extracted her short spear, and hurled it at the lead lion.

A direct hit between the eyes. He fell.

But the others didn’t stop charging. She leapt high into the air just as one was about to pounce, leaping higher than the lion, and as she did, drove her short sword into its mane, behind his neck. Down it went.

She landed on the back of another line, reached under, and sliced its throat, and it went down with her.

Another lion pounced on her from behind, knocking her over, it’s claws scraping up her back painfully.

On the ground, she wheeled, and sliced off its head with her sword.

The others pounced, too, but she was too quick for them. She suffered many scratches, and a nick from the fangs, but using her sword, she managed, after a long and gruesome fight, to bring the rest of them down.

Again, the crowd roared with approval.

She looked up and saw that Kyle and the judge were madder than ever. It looked like they had not expected her to make it this far.

The Council leader turned to Kyle, and he nodded back gravely. The judge then held out his thumb, and turned it down.

As he did, a huge metal door opened, and out came a single warrior.

He was clad in all black armor, with a black helmet, holding a sword and a shield.

Caitlin could sense, even from this distance, that he was not human. It was a vampire, and a formidable one. This frightened her more than all the rest.

Moreover, she could already sense that this was no ordinary vampire. It was someone she knew. Even from here, she could sense it.

And then, she realized: it was Blake.

Blake .

He lifted back his helmet, and stared at her. Caitlin’s heart wrenched with grief at the sight.

So, she realized. It was true. He had deceived her after all.

Blake shook his head.

“Caitlin!” he yelled out. “I did not betray you. They captured me, too. I promise you. I did not lead them to you.”

“Then why do you stand there, ready to fight me?” Caitlin called back.

“I’ve been forced into this stadium,” he yelled back. “But I will not fight you. As I told them before.”

Blake walked out to the center of the stadium, faced Kyle and the judges, and threw down his shield, helmet, and sword.

“I will NOT fight her!” he screamed back at them.

The crowd booed in disapproval.

Caitlin was shocked at this turn of events. Was it just another trick? Was he just waiting to deceive her again? Or had she been wrong all along about him? Had he been faithful to her all this time? Now, she was not so sure.

The judge stood. “If you do not fight her, you will suffer in unimaginable death!” he yelled back. “Choose!”

“Kill me as you will,” he yelled back. “I shall never fight her!”

The crowd booed again, and the judge nodded at the guards.

Suddenly, Caitlin felt herself being shackled from behind by several guards, the silver shackles rendering her helpless as she was dragged off the stadium floor. She dug her heels in, trying to resist, but it was no use. They dragged her into a holding pen, off to the side.

She watched Blake, standing there, defiant. And in that moment, she realized. It was not a trick. He had never betrayed her. Not only that, but he was preparing to sacrifice his own life for hers.

Even worse, she had gotten him into this mess: if he had not come with her on her mission, he would be back safe at home right now. She felt worse than ever. And she felt so mad at herself for jumping to conclusions, for assuming the worst. Why couldn’t she have given him the benefit of the doubt?

As Caitlin stood chained in the pen, helpless, she suddenly saw a side door of the Coliseum open, and two dozen of the most vicious looking vampires she had ever seen charge out, on horseback, for Blake.

Blake wheeled and hurried to grab his sword and shield.

He faced them down as they charged, prepared to make a stand.

They came at him in full force, slashing at him, and he fought back bravely, knocking several off their horses. Soon, they were mostly on foot, coming at him from every direction, and he fought like the skilled warrior he was. He killed two of them in a single blow.

But he was outnumbered. As Caitlin watched, her heart breaking, she saw that he was getting weaker, slashed in several directions. He was not going to win.

Caitlin felt the injustice of it all, and suddenly felt the rage overcome her. A hot flash raised up, from her toes up through her body, and she felt herself infused with a superhuman strength. She willed herself to be stronger than she had ever been, and in one strong motion, she reached back, and with all her might, snapped her chains.

She leapt over the wall, grabbed her weapons, and sprinted for Blake.