MANFREEED!

A tale of the Von Carstein remnants in Remnant

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the material here except my own OC's like the Wight king Ruprecht von Failure who continuously failed to assassinate all Sigmarite priests who invaded my domains, until he redeemed himself by single handedly decimating Brettonian keeps in my next major offensive.

After playing Mortal Empires in TW:Warhammer 2 with our protagonists I really couldn't resist.

Warning: Rated B+ for Blood, Breasts, Beasts and Best Boi Vlad. Follows the Total War: Warhammer 2 Mortal empires with Vlad. I may or may have not given vampires wings.

Prologue: Just because you're in another world doesn't mean you have to give up on your world conquest!

"That sack of shit"

"Honey."

"egg-headed backstabber"

"Darling…"

"Should've throttled him in the moment I felt a whiff of ambition in his breath"

"VLAD!" The Vampire Count stopped his tirade. This of course was the voice of reason in him, the lovely and deadly Isabella von Carstein, his second undead wife. What happened to the first Vlad knew all too well, but now Queen Neferata was the least of his worries as the predicament they found themselves in was worlds away from that particular problem.

"Sorry my love, but you must realize how perilous is the situation at hand" the vampire waved at the permanent twilight that permeated across the land. Sharp mountains littered the sight before them, and the barren ground was pierced by violet crystals. Even the Chaos Wastes paled in the taint of this land. His better half scoffed at him, while her two fearful attendants and favourite bed warmers stood as far as possible from the Vampire Lord in dread terror. To Isabella it seemed that this unfortunate turn of events was just that, an unfortunate turn of events and there was no reason for her to worry but to accept her fate.

"We were at the cusp of victory! I had the little bastard by the throat" Vlad continued to seethe and kicked the dirt in front of him, tearing chunks and launching them farther in the distance.

"Yet with some strange magic he threw us here. Secured his rule for all time" Isabella stood up from the rock she had situated herself on and reached for the goblet in her handmaidens arms "I don't see no reason why you should waste your energy on something you cannot change"

The vampiress took a large sip and smiled as she saw the blood fill the cup once more.

"At least not now." A small trail of blood dripped from her chin and onto the black sand below as Vlad pinched the ridge of his brow and sighed loudly before reaching for the cup his wife held out to him. He paid no mind to the wallflowers next to her and greedily accepted the cup and drank.

The smell of blood tingled his vampiric senses and with great relish he drank. The vampire drank until his bloodlust was sated, his crimson eyes returned to their original dark colour and no longer he raged at the world, instead looking pensively at the wasteland in front of him.

"Come you two" he beckoned the other two women, who still stared at him apprehensively, as if waiting the Vampire Lord in front of them to transform back into his more monstrous form and try to rip them apart in his now ungovernable rage.

"Master" Melissa Rhatep, former daughter of the rebellious baron of Tepenhoff, bowed yet remained in her place afraid of their sire's husband, for his rage as sudden as it had been, was unpredictable.

"And you, Emanuelle?" he asked the vampires besides Melissa. When the other girl shook her head in solidarity with her 'sister'. The Von Carstein sighed and shook his head, before beckoning the girls once more.

"Do not waste blood what I offer you, childe" he took another sip and took a step towards them, the expression of amicability on his face. For the first time since their mortal lives the sisters recalled why the entire province of Sylvania had fallen in love with the charismatic monster.

"After all, you two girls are the reason why we walk underneath the shroud of night again" spoke Isabella and the two vampires blushed lightly at the praise their mistress showed them.

"Come now!" Vlad beckoned for the last time, though this time Melissa and Emanuelle didn't refuse. Despite the stoicism with their new predicament the sisters were starving for blood as the battle for Castle Drakenhoff had been gruelling for all of them. Especially since it had been their mastery over the winds of magic that made the resurrection of the Von Carsteins possible. Too much had been done to bring them back, only to blow up in their faces like that.

The last remaining Posner reached for the chalice only for the Rhatep heiress to snatch the cup first and drink deeply from it. The chalice of Batori was no average artefact, for the retrieval of the mythical cup had been the second hardest challenge the sisters had faced. Yet despite all the troubles they faced including a brief, but terrifying encounter with the Blood Dragon himself, the blood tasted divine. Immediately all of the fatigue and paranoia that had crept up vanished like dust in the wind. Not finished with her drink, the cup was snatched from her hands and Emanuelle drank again.

Brushing the droplets of blood from her cheek she turned to Vlad.

"What shall we do now master?" she looked at him with her green eyes in a silent plea looking for an answer. All those centuries spent to bring him back had only been done so that they would have someone to lead them again. Now that they were back there was no question if the women should defer to the older vampires. They had loyalty unlike the others of Von Carstein line.

In Vlad's hands a small ball of magic made manifest as he muttered an invocation of the lore of wind and a small ball of air swirled into the palm of his hand before sizzling out. The vampire's brows furrowed, and he muttered again with more authority and made the additional hand signs, yet the spell still dissipated when it formed.

"What?!" in surprise the vampire muttered and tried again.

And again.

And again.

Each time the globe grew weaker and weaker, before in the last attempt the small ball of wind turned to a mere vapour that vanished into the thin air. With each attempt a vicious fury arose in the ancient fiend. Clouds moved, though not by any wind of magic surrounding him, but by the innate of his bloodline. The thunder of feet, claws and tails could be heard in the distance. Isabella immediately rose from her impromptu throne and drew her sword, while her handmaidens followed their mistress and drew her own weapons. In the distance like a black avalanche, the beasts approached.

While his wife and retainers prepared for the inevitable battle, Vlad von Carstein was lost in an ingovernable rage. Why didn't the stupid magic work, the ancient vampire wasn't sure as even the most corrupted places in the world one could cast magic even with the saturation of Dhar. Yet here he could sense the winds; however weak they were. His mind couldn't comprehend what could be clouding his senses. He was no hedge sorcerer or a novice who had cast his first fireball, he was Vlad von Carstein who had raised legions of undead and almost claimed the seat of Altdorf for his own!

His magic was not the issue, damn it! This strange world was the problem! He could summon the power that lied dormant in his blood with no problems, yet a mere spell of pointing the direction of the nearest large body of water couldn't be summoned.

"Vlad!" a voice called and immediately his rage was quelled. Isabella called, strangely enough her voice was full of…fear. Faster than any mortal man could react, he whipped around and drew his sword.

The transformation of the vampire that was Vlad von Carstein was beautiful to behold. Beautiful and terrible as his teeth lengthened into fangs, his hair flew back in an unruly mane , hands turned into razor sharp claws and his eyes shone crimson with malice at anything that had dared to trouble his wife. He let out an ungodly roar and stared down the approaching force.

Now truly he believed that he was on foreign shores as the horde of beasts that assailed them were …wrong… in the basest sense of the word. Pitch black fur that seemed more like a cloak while bone like plates covered different body parts , with red marks on the bone plating. There were giant carrion birds, elephants and even a different strain of squigs, yet all of them were alike in this unnaturalness.

"Bella, pass me the Chalice, my love" Vlad spoke calmly and immediately in his hands rested the artefact. With no hesitation, Vlad channelled the sorceries innate in the blood of all von Carstein vampires and ensorcerelled a mighty storm.

The clouds brewed into the storm, but these beasts seemed to have no caution of their mortal kin, as they ignored the unnatural storm and continued to charge their prey. Yet instead of a simple prey who would cover, the vampires stood their ground.

Despite their lightly armoured dresses they were too agile for beasts to lay a finger on them. Swords gleamed in lightning that was called down from the skies.

Melissa bisected a huge wolf with her halberd, while another crept upon her, only to be torn to shreds with the hooked whip Emanuelle used. While Vlad casted his sorcery upon the battlefield, Isabella proved just why she had been chosen as his better half, by laughing with cruelty as her sword found throats, hearts and eyes of the beasts that dared to touch what was hers.

Black liquid oozed from their wounds as their bodies evaporated and the immortal countess managed to swipe a droplet, before spitting it out immediately as it was the nastiest thing imaginable, yet she didn't hesitate and jumped back into the fray, killing and maiming equally.

While Vlad summoning storm to end all storms, he kept one eye on the battlefield as the beasts were an unstoppable black tide that sought to devour them all to devour them all. He gritted his teeth and unleashed Bloodrinker with his free hand, allowing the enchanted blade to fell dozens of beasts with one swing. Yet while he was looking at the most immediate foes, he forgot that there might have been airborne foes and paid for this dearly as he saw his concentration wane as he was lifted into the air by what appeared to be the largest dragon he had ever seen in his large unlife.

Caught in the claw of the beast, the Count refused to be beaten and clamped the chalice to his waist, before pulling out his sword. One hand on the sword and the other clinging around the beast, Vlad stabbed the claw that kept him imprisoned and enjoyed the little resistance its hide gave to the enchanted blade. With a vicious smirk and hair flowing in the wind, the former Count of Sylvania sheathed his sword and drew a pair of daggers from his belt and before starting his climb looked down.

While the fall might not kill him, Vlad would rather do without needless harm.

As the von Carstein continued his fight with the dragon. Isabella was going berserk. No longer she carefully used her mist form to evade claws and teeth, instead the monster that once had been the most beautiful woman in the Empire cut as clawed her way through the host of these black creatures, while her maids merely tried to defend themselves from the onslaught. Thankfully the vampires were immune of such mundane thing as exhaustion and so they continued to fight.

Yet the tide never stopped. They came and came until the three vampires were overwhelmed. Seeing no other choice, the three swiftly entered their mist forms and using the currents of the storm flew to the nearest mountain to catch their breath. All of them had suffered minor scratches, though those were already starting to heal.

"Thankfully we can now at least rest for a while" Emanuelle grumbled as she looked in the reflection of her mirror looking at her ruined coiffure, yet comparison of her mistress and her sister she was quite lucky. As Isabella's white mane flew in the wind and a solitary black rose remained in it's place despite the horrible wind and fight, the last Posner smiled a rueful smile.

"I would not be certain about that" Melissa sighed and leaned off her halberd as she pointed in the distance. Isabella's grip on her sword tightened as she saw even more of the creatures in the distance and despite the whirlwinds and thunder that protected them on the mountain. Despite the peril she and her confidantes faced, her only thought was of her errant husband. She could still feel his bond, but as everything in this horrible world it was distorted and shrouded from her, he was near that was clear, but where.

"My lady!" Emanuelle called as a flock of the bird like variant of the beasts approached the summit of the mountain, masterfully dodging the weaved hurricanes and lightning. Yet as soon as they were about to attack the three women, a mighty roar sounded through the battlefield and a crimson flame swallowed the birds, who desperately tried to avoid the source of it.

Two mighty feet landed on the summit and from the clouds a colossal dragon emerged, it's eye sockets burning with a crimson flame, rather than the orange-red the other beasts had possessed. Unsurprisingly a figure stood on its head, with the Chalice of Battori raised victoriously and a demonic grin of his deformed face. In an instant Isabella was in her mist form and on the dragon next to Vlad, ready to bestow her affections upon him then and there, while her retainers followed her a bit slower, making sure nothing could follow them.

As soon as all the vampires were on the creature, with a single flap of it's wings, the dragon roared and flew through the storm clouds and into the night sky.

"So is this how we're getting out of here?" Emanuelle asked as she held onto one of the dragon's back spines. Vlad looked back to her and merely nodded before brushing a strand of hair off Isabella's face, who rested her head on his shoulder.

"Yes, while it was possible to command this creature. I do believe my control sometime may break and the creature undoubtedly will be more than happy to repay me for my transgressions against it" he spoke softly as he patted the bone plate of the enormous dragon.

"I believe the next question you were going to ask of me Emanuelle was to be where are we going. Am I right?" the elder vampire asked and the woman nodded as despite the altitude, his words were clear as day in her mind.

"To answer your question, my dear" this time the Count looked at her and Melissa, who silently kept a lone vigil in the distance "like in a bond with a bat or a wolf, I was able to slip inside this marvellous beasts memories for a while and from what I have discerned the destination of our flight is that of a city this monster once terrorized. Knowing human knack for building and reproducing like rabbits, hopefully we'll have a chance to begin again."

"Begin what m'lord ?" Emanuelle asked

"Our conquest of course!" and then the vampire count let out bellowing laughter as they flew under the shattered moon. Isabella smiled and Vlad's arm held her closer than ever, savouring the closeness of one another. While the husband and wife enjoyed this brief pause before another conflict, Emanuelle felt a pang of pity for the unsuspecting mortals, who had no idea just what plotted their subjugation.

Far away from them, back in the desolate wasteland, a castle stood over black pools of ooze. In the castle was a purple crystal ball. In this crystal ball a dragon could be seen carrying the four escapees towards the first unfortunate civilization.

"I wonder what monsters you have brought me now, Manfred." The woman mussed aloud, having taken a glance at the newcomers. While the women were impressive in their own right, the hatred, the sublime all-consuming hatred of the man who had taken down her dragon with no aura and could turn into a mist. Salem wanted him.

What Salem wanted, Salem got.

A.N: Too bad Vlad is too much in love with his wife to attempt betraying her. Manfred has now not only doomed one world, but two. I wonder does our bald bastard like his predicament he has gotten himself into as Nagash uses him as a punching bag.

I won't probably update this for a long while and use your imagination of Vlad and his hare- err…I mean his beautiful wife and maids, who are just maids and nothing else conquer Remnant.

Interesting thing is that some of the creatures in rwby have similarities from those in other franchises and I never really got over the fact that I saw squigs in the Breach, that made me kinda think. Now I imagine Grimm Orcs and now, that is a frightening thought.

Have a nice day, leave me a comment of your thoughts and I'll see you soon in other works or maybe even this one!

-Spook