Title: Vampirism
Chapter One
Rated: R
Genre: Angst/Drama
Warnings: Speaks of Hell, mild language, yaoi. Descriptions might make
some slightly squimish.
Disclaimer: I'm making no money from this story. Touma,
Touma's father, Seiji, Shin, and Shuu belong to Sunrise.
Soleil belongs to me.
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When the fire goes out,
You better learn to fake.
It's better to rise...
Than fade away.
---Hole, Reasons to be Beautiful
August 31rst, 2001
Life is horrible. Or rather, death is horrible. I'm suprised I'm actually writing this, but I just need to get it out. Today, I've killed. My father is dead in his lab. I disgust myself, but the sensation of taking his life was...indescribable. I'm a killer now. How ironic...I once fought for good, and now I'm evil.
I suppose it all started, Diary,
that night in Toyama. I shouldn't have been out alone, but I've always
been alone. I was walking down an alley, I had no desire to be home with
my insane father. I was in the alley because I was trying to escape a group
of thugs I'd seen. That's when I saw him. He had golden blonde hair, and
bright blue eyes. Maybe they were light violet, or a combination of the
two. Oh, well. That doesn't matter now. He had pale white skin. I swear
it could have glowed. His beauty held me, I was enthralled. Even Seiji,
the most beautiful boy I've ever met, couldn't compare. He smiled at me,
a soft, secret smile. Then, he opened his mouth, revealing two fangs, like
a viper's, and held up his hands. He had glass-like claws... I stumbled
backwards, in shock. One word formed in my mind. Vampire.
He rushed forward at an alarming
speed and grabbed me. I yelled in suprise, but was quickly muffled by his
strong hands. I tried to fight him, but he was too much for even me, a
bearer of the sacred yoroi. Digging his claws into my shoulders, making
me cry out, he spoke to me in a foreign language. English. I regretted
scoffing at Shin whenever he offered to teach me. Then he started speaking
in French, a language I'd taken.
"Do you know what I am?"
He asked me. I could feel his eyes gazing at me, seeming to pierce through
my skin to reveal my veins and pulsing heart. I must have nodded. "Then
you know you are either about to die or become one of us." I nodded again.
"Which do you desire? Immortality or cold, meaningless death. To live forever, to have more power than you can ever imagine. Only the sun as your enemy...." I think I might have agreed. The vampire grinned, gently pushing my head to one side to expose my neck. He cleanly cut my flesh with his deadly fangs.
The next thing I remember is a...seductive yet soothing feeling. My blood was being drawn out of me...And it felt so erotic..So good..I almost moaned. I remember suddenly feeling tired..But still I watched the light of the city from beyond the alley. I felt my heart stop and gasped..Only to find I couldn't gasp. I wasn't breathing! I was dead! Wasn't I?
I remember panicking. I tried
to scream. I had no voice. I couldn't move. I couldn't even cry, damn it!
I was truly dead! Suddenly I felt like laughing. This was hell! I was in
hell! And I found it damned near hysterical. Of course I couldn't laugh,
but I figured I was insane anyways, so I couldn't have cared. I was insane
and in hell. A madman! Yet I stopped this..raving madness..when I felt
a cool liquid run down my throat. I drank it hungrily. The ambrosia tasted
almost like white wine. I couldn't have stopped if I tried...
I nearly groaned in protest
when the vampire took the liquid away. I wanted more. I was so hungry..Or
maybe it was thirst. Perhaps both...The vampire looked up and frowned.
He said, "It will be near dawn by the time we get to my hotel. Come." I
felt giddy, but I followed.
We reached the hotel at about
four A.M. I felt groggy. The vampire smiled again, taking me into his arms.
"Fledgling...We must sleep now. I'll get you a coffin later." I stared
at him absently as I was led to the large coffin in the bedroom of suite.
I wasn't afraid, to my slight astonishment. This seemed natural. He climbed
in, telling me to get on top of him. I just stared at the window. Everything
seemed to glow..even the carpet had a light of it's own.
"Fledgling! Get in now!" I looked at him, studying
his face. Everything was beautiful. Suddenly, he started wincing. I blinked.
"Now! Get in NOW!"
Suddenly I cried out in pain.
My skin felt as if it were boiling! I rushed towards the coffin, quickly
climbing in. He shut the lid on top of us. I lay on top of him, whimpering
into his shoulder. The vampire stroked my hair as we both fell asleep...
The next night he helped me into my father's lab. The vampire told me his name was Soleil. He also said to fully become a vampire, I had to kill my bloodline. I remember feeling dazed and hungry. Soleil told me we were predators. I imagined a tiger chasing an ill-fated deer through the forest, then feasting upon the flesh. And vivid was the picture of the crimson blood stained ground..I wanted that blood. Surely it was sweet, and warm, and..I shuddered. Was I really thinking these things? Soleil smiled at me, taking me into his strong arms.
"Beautiful blue eyes...Like the
ocean..But you must feed now, my beauty."
I nodded, slowly entering the room my father was in.
He was at his computer when I found him. Hungrily, I grabbed him and snatched
up a pen (My fangs were not fully developed yet, nor were my claws), stabbing
his neck. He choked on a scream, his eyes wide. I bent down, lapping up
the red liquid. I shuddered, nearly moaning.
I drank and drank, feeling so
much pleasure I can't even describe it. It was like the pleasure of orgasming,
only one hundred times better. Soleil pulled me away before my father was
fully dead, telling me I wasn't strong enough to kill my victims yet.
So we left him to die...He asked me
if I would stay by his side. I told him yes. After I did so, I felt a prick
in my lip and I gasped. I had fangs. And as I held up my hands, I watched
the nails deform into glass claws..I felt a wetness in my clothes, finding
my bodily fluids soiling my clothes. I wasn't disgusted as I would have
been if I were a man..I just watched inquistively. Later, I changed clothes
after he left me to gather my things.
I wonder how I'll tell Seiji..or the others.
How will I tell them I'm a creature of the damned?
To be continued.