Jona: The Dark Queen
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Jonathia was born to a small group of nomadic humans after the flood had ravaged the world. Her father was ruler of the tribe and she his heir. Growing up she was trained in the ways of fighting as well as war craft. Her father had been a brilliant man, a general of the first city Enoch. By the age of seventeen she was leading groups of her tribesmen into battle against the other tribes of the scatter nation. She was a warrior as well as a strategist, excelling in both areas her tribe became one of the most feared in the lands. She was a woman who lusted for power and the challenge of a fight, going out of her way to just find an opponent she thought worthy of her blades. Jonathia enjoyed other things in life besides thrill of battle though. Many a night she could be found around a campfire singing songs to her tribe. She became the ruler of her tribe at the age of twenty-three when she murdered her father in his sleep as was the way of the world, the strong ruled, the weak died. Her lust for power only grew in the following years, she would lead her tribesmen against tribe after tribe in her region, killing everyone who could wield a blade. At the age of twenty-five her tribe had finally met their match on the field of battle. She knew when she had led her screaming tribesmen across the field towards an army of armored men that she would lose the day, but still she led her friends and family to their deaths with a smile on her face, her blades swinging she met the army head-on. The battle did not last long her tribe being completely wiped from the face of the earth. Though she still stood, the last of her tribe covered in blood and gore of her enemies within a ring of armored men. She screamed, her dark eyes gleaming with excitement, at them to come at her and to die. But they stayed their distance laughing and jeering at her. Their general came then, a man as pale as any ghost and leather armor blacker than any night. His hair was cut short almost to the scalp and his eyes burned red like gates to hell itself. A single long sword was strapped at his side pieces of flesh falling from its blade. The men parted for their leader and went to knees. Jonathia stood her ground though blades held high she grinned and asked him if he was man enough to die. In reply the man drew the already blood drenched sword and stepped forward a smile on his thin pale lips. "Let us dance then warrior woman" Jonathia smiled in return and charged. Her bronze sword met his dark gleaming steel sword with a loud clang, and the dance of death had begun. Jonathia knew she was outmatched by this man, her lungs burned and sweat poured from her body as they fought, yet this man did not even appear to be breathing hard! Jonathia backed away from the man trying to catch her breath and he laughed, a laugh that would make the Gods cringe and babies cry. She hated his laugh and wanted him dead. She rushed him one last time her blade held high she leaped at him with such fury. A loud clang echoed through the night, Jona found her self on her knees, her sword now broken in half, the tip laying a few feet away. The point of his sword touched her neck. She looked up to him, her eyes unflinching "Finish it" was all she said. The man smiled looking down at her with those red hellish eyes and smiled. "No, I will take you instead" His voice was like ice. A shiver ran through her body as she looked up at the man, fear showing in her eyes. The man laughed again and grabbed her by her hair and she knew only blackness.
Chapter 2: The Embrace
Later that night Jonathia found herself with the man under a waterfall. That night was a night she would never forget, for that night She was reborn as Jona. She woke the next night to find the man gone. Beside her lay a flask, She could smell something inside it, something that smelled so good, her throat and body longed for what was inside the flask. Grabbing it she drank its contents. Afterwards she lay there her mind reeling. She knew now that it had been blood. She had heard tales and stories of vampires but had never believed them, until now. She looked to the East, she could feel the mans presence in that direction. How, she did not know but she knew he had gone that way. She traveled night after night feeding from the wildlife to sustain herself as she pursued the man who had done this to her. She was furious but at the same 
time she felt a joy at her new body. She was faster, stronger. She saw the land in a whole new way. The trees, moon, rocks, they looked all different to her now. On the tenth night, she finally came to city. She was met at the city gates by a young man who smiled at her approach. "We've been expecting you, please come with me" Nodding she followed the man deep into the city. Jona could feel the mans presence grow stronger with every step she took. And indeed she was lead into the mans presence he sat on a throne of black obsidian, his glowing red eyes staring at her. "Welcome to the Second City Jona your training begins now" That was all he said before the room was suddenly filled with men and women. They grabbed at her and dragged her from the room before she could even say anything! Over the next ten years she saw little of the man as she was trained in the way of the Kindred and her disciplines; Auspex, Celerity, and Vicissitude. She learned though that she had been embraced by Tzimisce. She swore every morning before she rested that she would fight him again and win, but year after year went by and still she had had no chance at her sire.
time she felt a joy at her new body. She was faster, stronger. She saw the land in a whole new way. The trees, moon, rocks, they looked all different to her now. On the tenth night, she finally came to city. She was met at the city gates by a young man who smiled at her approach. "We've been expecting you, please come with me" Nodding she followed the man deep into the city. Jona could feel the mans presence grow stronger with every step she took. And indeed she was lead into the mans presence he sat on a throne of black obsidian, his glowing red eyes staring at her. "Welcome to the Second City Jona your training begins now" That was all he said before the room was suddenly filled with men and women. They grabbed at her and dragged her from the room before she could even say anything! Over the next ten years she saw little of the man as she was trained in the way of the Kindred and her disciplines; Auspex, Celerity, and Vicissitude. She learned though that she had been embraced by Tzimisce. She swore every morning before she rested that she would fight him again and win, but year after year went by and still she had had no chance at her sire.
Chapter 3: Training
Jonas' training finally complete she was released into the world to find her own path in life. Jona thought only about one thing though, fighting Tzimisce and winning. Until him, she had never lost a fight and now she wanted 
revenge she wanted to beat him. She knew at the time though that her power was of no match for the clan founder, so set began setting about gaining more. She did little else in the next few years but find ways to better herself. She would fight anyone or anything that she saw as a challenge, draining her victims taking their power into herself. At one point she found an Kuldunic witch. After defeating the witch in combat she gave the old Kindred two options, teach her the ways and paths of the Kuldunic Sorceries, or die. The witch agreed to teach Jona. The next thirty years she spent with the witch learning all that she could and even surpassing the witch's power and knowledge, She had become a Scholar of Koldunism.
The other Kindred in the Second city began to fear and avoid Jona when she came into the city. She would challenge any who came upon her for the slightest things. She was unmatched in power. She had become a queen of sorts among the higher generation Kindred. Though she still lusted to face her sire in combat, she knew the way things stood now she would never have the chance at him. The Antediluvian's who stayed in the city were always amongst one another, she knew if she was to ever have the chance she wanted she needed to split them up. Over the next few years she slowly began to work at their alliances, severing ties making them wary of the other and their goals. She basked in her work, she began to spread her influence throughout the land, turning brother against brother, friend against friend. Soon the Garou clans fought amongst themselves, the Dragons did war against any who came to close to their mountain homes. Years slowly passed, wars and feuds ravaging the lands. Jona soon began having recurring dreams as the world was thrown more and more into chaos and darkness. She dreamt about a shadow falling over the world plunging it into darkness. At first she thought nothing about it but soon she began having the dream every time she slept. She wondered what it meant and if it was some kind of warning. The people of the land so it as an omen that the end of all was near, she saw it as a sign of a new beginning, a beginning for the Kindred. A darkness soon began to fall over the lands, shadows appearing where no shadows should be. Whatever was caught within these shadows vanished. Whoever was unfortunate enough to walk into these shadows were never seen again. She knew that if this truly was the end she would need to attack Tzimisce soon. She began planning her attack the very next night.
revenge she wanted to beat him. She knew at the time though that her power was of no match for the clan founder, so set began setting about gaining more. She did little else in the next few years but find ways to better herself. She would fight anyone or anything that she saw as a challenge, draining her victims taking their power into herself. At one point she found an Kuldunic witch. After defeating the witch in combat she gave the old Kindred two options, teach her the ways and paths of the Kuldunic Sorceries, or die. The witch agreed to teach Jona. The next thirty years she spent with the witch learning all that she could and even surpassing the witch's power and knowledge, She had become a Scholar of Koldunism.The other Kindred in the Second city began to fear and avoid Jona when she came into the city. She would challenge any who came upon her for the slightest things. She was unmatched in power. She had become a queen of sorts among the higher generation Kindred. Though she still lusted to face her sire in combat, she knew the way things stood now she would never have the chance at him. The Antediluvian's who stayed in the city were always amongst one another, she knew if she was to ever have the chance she wanted she needed to split them up. Over the next few years she slowly began to work at their alliances, severing ties making them wary of the other and their goals. She basked in her work, she began to spread her influence throughout the land, turning brother against brother, friend against friend. Soon the Garou clans fought amongst themselves, the Dragons did war against any who came to close to their mountain homes. Years slowly passed, wars and feuds ravaging the lands. Jona soon began having recurring dreams as the world was thrown more and more into chaos and darkness. She dreamt about a shadow falling over the world plunging it into darkness. At first she thought nothing about it but soon she began having the dream every time she slept. She wondered what it meant and if it was some kind of warning. The people of the land so it as an omen that the end of all was near, she saw it as a sign of a new beginning, a beginning for the Kindred. A darkness soon began to fall over the lands, shadows appearing where no shadows should be. Whatever was caught within these shadows vanished. Whoever was unfortunate enough to walk into these shadows were never seen again. She knew that if this truly was the end she would need to attack Tzimisce soon. She began planning her attack the very next night.
Chapter 4: The Rematch
It did not take long for her to discover her Sire's daily routine. She attacked his fortress carrying nothing but 
her cloths and a steel long sword late one night. She came up from the sewers, quickly killing the guards that were set to watch the lower tunnels for any who might be lurking there. She navigated the labyrinth easily remembering her days when she trained within this very place. She killed anyone she came across quickly, be it guard or servant they died at her hands. She walked into her Sires bedchamber and found him waiting with sword in hand. "Did you not think I would not know that you would come little Jona?" He laughed as he stared at her his eyes burning like a hellfire. "Come little Jona let us dance once more the dance of death" He rushed her his blade swinging. She met him attack for attack, move for move. "We now dance evenly sire!" she screamed as she pushed him backwards, her attacks were furious and lightning quick. His were as well though and soon the two combatants were covered in each others blood. Neither one would give in to the other, the battle raging long into the night and into the morning. They stood now merely inches from the other their blades held in a death lock. "You won't win Tzimisce" She growled softly pushing his blade back with her own. He laughed in return though she could see the beginnings of fear rising in his eyes. "Little, little Jona so much you still need to learn!" He hissed as he pushed her blade back towards her. Jona laughed her dark eyes narrowing. "No Sire, you have much to learn" In one single move she had a dagger sticking from the others neck. Tzimisce gasped falling to his knees grabbing at the hilt sticking from his jugular vein. "Y..you bitch" He rasped softly grabbing at her shirt trying to pull her down. Jona laughed and brought her blade down stabbing him through the shoulder watching how it burst through his lower back in a shower of blood. "You power will be mine" She cackled as she reached down her fangs shimmering in the torch lit room. Ripping the long dagger from his neck. She smelled at his blood slick neck breathing in his essence, her fangs sliding across the wound where the dagger had been. Tzimisce she clung to her, his grip loosening there hold on her "You think I would not have a plan incase you beat me bitch?" HE breathed softly a small chuckle escaping his lips. Jonas eyes narrowed slightly, turning around she dropped the dying Kindred to the floor as she faced the twelve other Antediluvians . She shook her head slightly her eyes furious "You have no right to be here!" She screamed at the them. In turn Irad took a step forward his eyes like ice. "You have broken the law Kindred Jona, you have tried to murder your Sire, You have tried to destroy our kind and the world in which we live, you are hereby banished from the Kindred, You are clanless" His voice was like ice ripping through her body. She shook her head growling "You presume to much Irad! Too much!" The other Antediluvians circled around her, one going to Tzimisce to see to his wounds. Irad nodded his head slightly. "Your punishment will be begin now banished Jona" He said the last with venom in his voice, and the others closed in on her.
her cloths and a steel long sword late one night. She came up from the sewers, quickly killing the guards that were set to watch the lower tunnels for any who might be lurking there. She navigated the labyrinth easily remembering her days when she trained within this very place. She killed anyone she came across quickly, be it guard or servant they died at her hands. She walked into her Sires bedchamber and found him waiting with sword in hand. "Did you not think I would not know that you would come little Jona?" He laughed as he stared at her his eyes burning like a hellfire. "Come little Jona let us dance once more the dance of death" He rushed her his blade swinging. She met him attack for attack, move for move. "We now dance evenly sire!" she screamed as she pushed him backwards, her attacks were furious and lightning quick. His were as well though and soon the two combatants were covered in each others blood. Neither one would give in to the other, the battle raging long into the night and into the morning. They stood now merely inches from the other their blades held in a death lock. "You won't win Tzimisce" She growled softly pushing his blade back with her own. He laughed in return though she could see the beginnings of fear rising in his eyes. "Little, little Jona so much you still need to learn!" He hissed as he pushed her blade back towards her. Jona laughed her dark eyes narrowing. "No Sire, you have much to learn" In one single move she had a dagger sticking from the others neck. Tzimisce gasped falling to his knees grabbing at the hilt sticking from his jugular vein. "Y..you bitch" He rasped softly grabbing at her shirt trying to pull her down. Jona laughed and brought her blade down stabbing him through the shoulder watching how it burst through his lower back in a shower of blood. "You power will be mine" She cackled as she reached down her fangs shimmering in the torch lit room. Ripping the long dagger from his neck. She smelled at his blood slick neck breathing in his essence, her fangs sliding across the wound where the dagger had been. Tzimisce she clung to her, his grip loosening there hold on her "You think I would not have a plan incase you beat me bitch?" HE breathed softly a small chuckle escaping his lips. Jonas eyes narrowed slightly, turning around she dropped the dying Kindred to the floor as she faced the twelve other Antediluvians . She shook her head slightly her eyes furious "You have no right to be here!" She screamed at the them. In turn Irad took a step forward his eyes like ice. "You have broken the law Kindred Jona, you have tried to murder your Sire, You have tried to destroy our kind and the world in which we live, you are hereby banished from the Kindred, You are clanless" His voice was like ice ripping through her body. She shook her head growling "You presume to much Irad! Too much!" The other Antediluvians circled around her, one going to Tzimisce to see to his wounds. Irad nodded his head slightly. "Your punishment will be begin now banished Jona" He said the last with venom in his voice, and the others closed in on her.
Chapter 5: The Punishment
When Jona awoke she found herself in a dungeon bound, gaged and naked. Her eyes lifted to see four Kindred standing above her with cattails held in their hands staring down at her with hatred in their eyes. Jona grunted softly as the first hit struck her left shoulder. "Worthless scum!" He spat at her. Grinning they all began to beat at her. Soon she was screaming through the gag, her body covered in her own blood. She lost track of time as the beating continued seemingly for days without stop. They gave her just enough blood to keep her alive and 
from frenzying. Tzimisce came to visit her, often joining in the beatings himself. "You were too greedy little Jona, and now you will pay the price" He told her softly, his red eyes always seeming to penetrate right to her very inner being. Her hatred only grew for the man. Years went by in this way every night she was strung up in the prison courtyard, her blood thinned, her body whipped. The twelve Antediluvians came to her at as a group once a month to see her. They slowly stripped her of her strength and powers, leaving her a shell of her former glory. For twenty years Jona knew nothing but pain and misery. She prayed for it to end, begged the guards to kill her. They only laughed and increased their torment upon her. She had heard rumors that Cain himself had returned from wherever he had been. She cared little though as she went through her daily beatings wishing for it all to end.She woke one night already steeling herself for the coming beatings, she lay there in her dark cell bound and gaged waiting for it to come, but it never did. She lay there for hours the silence unbroken. She was anxious, nervous, most of all fearful of the silence. She began screaming a soft moan being emitted from the gag in her mouth until her voice was little more than a rasp. But still she screamed just to keep the threatening silence at bay. When guards finally came, they fond her whimpering softly on the floor. She looked up at the men her eyes widening as she saw who it was. The thirteen Antediluvians stood there, Irad and Tzimisce right over her, the others in the hallway. Tzimisce knelt before her, his red eyes seemingly burning into her skull. He grinned that horrid grin as she stroked her cheek with one hand "Dear dear little Jona, you had so much potential, and now look at you" He spoke softly yet his voice sent unnatural shivers up and down her spine. He laughed softly one clawed finger ripping the gag from her mouth."I will kill you one day Sire" She breathed softly her voice barely above a whisper. He laughed again his eyes narrowing slightly "Defiant to the end little Jona that is what I liked about you the most, but I think not little Jona you see your banishment comes into effect this eve" He said softly his voice like ice. Jona shivered as she was hauled to her feet and dragged from the room. She was taken outside and bound to a pole in the back of a wagon. The carriage pulled out quickly Irad and Tzimisce sitting in the front. She saw the other Antediluvians riding horses behind the carriage. She turned her gaze then up to the pale ghostly form of the moon high in the night sky She smiled to herself as she stared up at the moon. The ride seemed to continue for hours until the carriage finally came to a stop. Jona looked about her surrounding a cave lay before them dark and imposing. She was taken from the carriage. Tzimisce himself carried her into the cave and down into its depths. "I do hope you enjoy your new home little Jona" he told her softly. "Because you wont be leaving it, ever" His voice held a finality to it that made Jona cringe and shiver. They walked for what seemed an eternity before they finally came to a small chamber. In the center was a sarcophagus, its stone lid leaning against it. She struggled briefly as Tzimisce laid her into the tomb stroking her cheek with one hand. "You could have been great little Jona" he told her softly before backing away. Her vision then held Irad, he looked down at her disappointment in his eyes as well as other things. "You banished Jona will spend the rest of eternity here, your rights to the night are forfeit, your rights to freedom gone, never again will you walk the lands. You will lay there in this tomb, you will know your crimes and you will know your punishment. While you sleep your dreams will be filled with the nightmares of what you did and what you almost caused" he smiled down at her his fangs glimmering in the torchlight. "Enjoy you rest banished Jona" The lid of her tomb slowly slid over her, the darkness becoming absolute. She began screaming as she pounded at the lid trying to remove it. Though her efforts slowed and finally stopped as she slowly fell into Torpor. The thirteen Antediluvians stood in a circle around the sarcophagus all chanting softly. Dark energies rose and fell about the sarcophagus to the rhythm of the chant. The ritual lasted two hours as they forced Jona into Torpor and laid a sealing upon the tomb for all time.
from frenzying. Tzimisce came to visit her, often joining in the beatings himself. "You were too greedy little Jona, and now you will pay the price" He told her softly, his red eyes always seeming to penetrate right to her very inner being. Her hatred only grew for the man. Years went by in this way every night she was strung up in the prison courtyard, her blood thinned, her body whipped. The twelve Antediluvians came to her at as a group once a month to see her. They slowly stripped her of her strength and powers, leaving her a shell of her former glory. For twenty years Jona knew nothing but pain and misery. She prayed for it to end, begged the guards to kill her. They only laughed and increased their torment upon her. She had heard rumors that Cain himself had returned from wherever he had been. She cared little though as she went through her daily beatings wishing for it all to end.She woke one night already steeling herself for the coming beatings, she lay there in her dark cell bound and gaged waiting for it to come, but it never did. She lay there for hours the silence unbroken. She was anxious, nervous, most of all fearful of the silence. She began screaming a soft moan being emitted from the gag in her mouth until her voice was little more than a rasp. But still she screamed just to keep the threatening silence at bay. When guards finally came, they fond her whimpering softly on the floor. She looked up at the men her eyes widening as she saw who it was. The thirteen Antediluvians stood there, Irad and Tzimisce right over her, the others in the hallway. Tzimisce knelt before her, his red eyes seemingly burning into her skull. He grinned that horrid grin as she stroked her cheek with one hand "Dear dear little Jona, you had so much potential, and now look at you" He spoke softly yet his voice sent unnatural shivers up and down her spine. He laughed softly one clawed finger ripping the gag from her mouth."I will kill you one day Sire" She breathed softly her voice barely above a whisper. He laughed again his eyes narrowing slightly "Defiant to the end little Jona that is what I liked about you the most, but I think not little Jona you see your banishment comes into effect this eve" He said softly his voice like ice. Jona shivered as she was hauled to her feet and dragged from the room. She was taken outside and bound to a pole in the back of a wagon. The carriage pulled out quickly Irad and Tzimisce sitting in the front. She saw the other Antediluvians riding horses behind the carriage. She turned her gaze then up to the pale ghostly form of the moon high in the night sky She smiled to herself as she stared up at the moon. The ride seemed to continue for hours until the carriage finally came to a stop. Jona looked about her surrounding a cave lay before them dark and imposing. She was taken from the carriage. Tzimisce himself carried her into the cave and down into its depths. "I do hope you enjoy your new home little Jona" he told her softly. "Because you wont be leaving it, ever" His voice held a finality to it that made Jona cringe and shiver. They walked for what seemed an eternity before they finally came to a small chamber. In the center was a sarcophagus, its stone lid leaning against it. She struggled briefly as Tzimisce laid her into the tomb stroking her cheek with one hand. "You could have been great little Jona" he told her softly before backing away. Her vision then held Irad, he looked down at her disappointment in his eyes as well as other things. "You banished Jona will spend the rest of eternity here, your rights to the night are forfeit, your rights to freedom gone, never again will you walk the lands. You will lay there in this tomb, you will know your crimes and you will know your punishment. While you sleep your dreams will be filled with the nightmares of what you did and what you almost caused" he smiled down at her his fangs glimmering in the torchlight. "Enjoy you rest banished Jona" The lid of her tomb slowly slid over her, the darkness becoming absolute. She began screaming as she pounded at the lid trying to remove it. Though her efforts slowed and finally stopped as she slowly fell into Torpor. The thirteen Antediluvians stood in a circle around the sarcophagus all chanting softly. Dark energies rose and fell about the sarcophagus to the rhythm of the chant. The ritual lasted two hours as they forced Jona into Torpor and laid a sealing upon the tomb for all time.
Chapter 6: The Awakening
Jona's eyes fluttered opened. It was pitch black, groaning softly she blindly reached out, her hand finding a hard surface only inches from her face. Giving a soft grunt she pushed and felt the stone slab above her start moving. It took only a few more pushes to open the tomb enough for her to climb out. She stood weakly, one hand on the stone sarcophagus to keep her balance. Looking around she wondered briefly where she was. She looked to be in a cave of some sort. She grinned slightly, she was in a cave. ragged clothing, worn away by the years hung about her body in moldy strips. Dark red hair spilled from her scalp to hang half-way down her back I na tangled mess. Piercing dark eyes, pupils like pools of black tar looked about the cave examining every detail. She noticed only one exit a small hole in the far corner. Grinning she slowly made her way to it, her thoughts running rampart. All she could think of was blood. She stopped walking about half-way across the cave a grin on her face. Lifting her hand, she began to chant softly her fingers taping at the air with every syllable. The air in front of her began to shimmer becoming fuzzy. A loud crack split the air as a black hole came into existence. Jona felt her knees buckle and quickly took a step forward and fell into the created portal as consciousness left her.
Jona woke a few hours later, shadows from the trees playing across her face. She looked up to the full moon a grateful smile on her lips. She knew going through a portal blindly was suicidal but at the moment all she cared for was feeding. Struggling to her feet she sniffed at the air and grinned, her fangs
shimmering in the moonlight. She began walking towards the scent on the hunt. A few hours later. Jona found herself sitting on a massavie statue of some woman holding a torch of some kind as well as a book. Her beast satisfied she could concentrate on other maters. Images flashed through her mind. She had been trapped in that accursed sarcophagus for the Gods knew how long. Looking at her ragged cloths probably centuries. She didn't care, she was free now. "Free..." She breathed softly as she stared at the moon overhead endless possiblities running through her mind.
Images courtesy of Luis Royo.
Jona woke a few hours later, shadows from the trees playing across her face. She looked up to the full moon a grateful smile on her lips. She knew going through a portal blindly was suicidal but at the moment all she cared for was feeding. Struggling to her feet she sniffed at the air and grinned, her fangs
shimmering in the moonlight. She began walking towards the scent on the hunt. A few hours later. Jona found herself sitting on a massavie statue of some woman holding a torch of some kind as well as a book. Her beast satisfied she could concentrate on other maters. Images flashed through her mind. She had been trapped in that accursed sarcophagus for the Gods knew how long. Looking at her ragged cloths probably centuries. She didn't care, she was free now. "Free..." She breathed softly as she stared at the moon overhead endless possiblities running through her mind.Images courtesy of Luis Royo.
