Fan Fiction ❯ All alone.. ❯ One ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Jana-chan 
The story begins..
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.07.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 187 | Status: Completed
The story begins..
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.07.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 187 | Status: Completed
"All alone" - A vampire story
WARNING:
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Okay, a major WARNING here.. *counts on fingers* Violence, drug abuse, sex, death and erm.. bad language?
No kiddie's allowed, and NO homophobes either, thankyouverymuch!
This is my first story EVER containing this sorta stuff (not to mention in English too!) so yeah..
If you didn't get it yet, this story is rated R for a reason! If you do not like stories with this kinda stuff in 'em, do yourself a favor and hit the back button!
And for all you other people, read on my friends.. ^^
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What would you do when you knew that your end was near?
What would you do if you knew that you had only a few days left to live?
Would you do, in those few short days, what you always had wanted.. or would you just wait for your certain death to come?
~
He was a butler, a servant, and he has been that for a long time now.
His mistress was a strong woman of nobility, and of great power once. But times have changed, and time took it's toll..
Vassu, who entered the big and twilit living room of the enormous house, carried a serving tray which contained a silver cup of tea and a few refreshments.
He was an old man.
His back hurted, his eyes weren't that good anymore and his legs couldn't carry him like they did when he was young.
Ah, when he was young.. When he could run like the wind, had a keen eyesight and quick, nimble fingers which he used for taking what he wanted most.
Money, gold, small things which appealed to him. Almost everything he wanted, he'd get. But now, after what seemed to be ages, he was nothing more but and old servant.
Vassu walked slowly to the fireplace where his mistress was sitting in her armchair, watching the fire and waiting for him to come to her.
She smiled when he handed her the cup of tea, but it was only a ghost of the beautiful one she used to give him.
When she was younger, he sighed at the memories the little smile recalled, her big brown eyes twinkled and her beautiful long raven black hair danced around her dark face in the pale moonlight. He loved that hair, her eyes, her dark brown skin, her. Even when her face started to wrinkle and her hair had turned grey.
He loved her and would give his life for his mistress..
'Vassu?' She called softly and gestured him to sit in the wooden chair close to her. He obeyed her and set the tray on the small coffee table next to the fire, which felt like a warm caress on his old face. 'Vassu?' She called again. 'What's wrong? you move so slowly today.. Are you tired?' When he didn't answer she took it as a yes. 'I know how it feels..' She informed him, taking a sip of her tea. 'To be tired.' She sighed a sigh full of sorrow as she too recalled old memories, then she looked at her servant. 'Do you remember the time when I was still young?' She asked and stood, setting her teacup on the tray and stretching her old body by throwing up her arms and doing a little pirouette, her dark blue dress swaying around her and a smile on her face. 'When I was so alive and beautiful?' Vassu tried to smile, he really tried, but failed miserably. So he only nodded instead.
She looked at him again and her smile vanished, hurrying to his side and sitting on the ground by his chair like a loyal old hound. 'Please Vassu, tell me what's bothering you..' She pleaded.
He finally looked her in the eye. 'I'm dying.' He mouthed. 'I have only a few days to live.'
It was only a whisper, a whisper as soft that human ears could never pick it up. But she wasn't human, so she could. 'Are you scared?' She asked him after a while, her brown eyes watery.
He remained silent again, his own grey eyes full of tears. 'Are you scared for me?' She asked him while taking his hand and holding it to her face. 'Don't. You know I'll be alright.'
He nodded, running his hand lovingly over her cheek.
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The businessman grunted, throwing his head up at the dark sky as he came. He pulled at the short brown hair of the young man between his legs one more time, and finally let go.
The youth quickly got to his feet while wiping his mouth with his sleeve and spitting out the nasty, awful tasting fluids.
'Where can I find you again?' The businessman asked, while hastily hoisting up his pants and handing him his money.
'Don't worry, I'll find you.. Bastard.' The youth added furious, and with that he ran. He ran as fast as he could.
Away from the cold and dark ally, and far away from the nameless businessman.
He was a catamite, a whore who soled his body for money. It was the only way to survive, either that or stealing.
It helped a great deal that he was good-looking. His handsome face with the stubbled chin, his bright blue eyes with the dark eyelashes, his lazy smile and his lean frame.
In fact it helped a lot. Because it meant that he wouldn't be hungry soon, not tonight.
He finally came to a halt in front of a large abandoned flat and entered the building by pushing aside a few planks. He squeezed himself trough the opening while opening the door with his free hand. It was dark inside, the only light sources where a few barrels with some unknown burning content.
Groups of dirty looking youths, much like himself, dressed in ragges where gathered around them. The whole floor was littered with old mattress, cans and bottles of alcohol, empty boxes and other unrecognisable things. The old building smelled like burning garbage. The young people didn't seem to care though. How could they?
They where to plastered and spaced out to even notice each other, so the bad smell was the last thing on their clouded minds.
He walked to a dark-skinned boy of his age sitting on one of the mattress, and handed him some money. Then he too sat, closing his eyes while the young man in front of him penetrated the pale skin of his arm with a dirty needle.
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The next night Vassu knew what he had to do. He could see in his mistress' eyes. Without her saying a word, he knew.
So he put on his coat and scarf, and mingled with the night owls. It was cold and much to late for an old man like him to be outside, but he had to do it.
He had to do it for his mistress, it didn't matter what he felt about it 'cause he didn't matter. He was only a servant.
He walked along cinema's, discotheques, past street girls and their pimps. In the middle of the street a few young people where fighting, gunshots could be heard in the far distance and a shady looking young man began to follow him.
When Vassu stopped walking and turned his head, the brunette acted like he was just tying his shoelaces, but the old man knew better.
This was what he wanted, this was what his mistress wanted.
He acted like he didn't knew he was being followed, and leaded the young man into a blind alley.
Suddenly the young boy jumped before him, pushing his gun to Vassu's face. 'Give me your money!'
-
He found his victim for tonight, an old man. An easy prey..
He smirked, while feeling if the gun inside the big pocket of his old baggy pants was still there.
After a short while he followed the old man to an ally and jumped him. 'Give me your money!' He shouted while pushing the man against a wall.
'I don't have any..' Vassu denied, his hands above his head and a unusual confident smile around his mouth.
Agitation was written all over the young mans face as he waved the gun at his victim. 'Damnit! Don't mess with me old man! Where is it, do you keep it in your sock!?'
Vassu laughed a little. 'Yes, in my sock.'
The youth hesitated, looking down at the others feet, but crouched anyway. Suddenly he was lifted of the ground and thrown against the opposite wall.
When he looked up, he saw the old man standing in front of him, a smile still on his face and the lost gun in his hand.
'Wa..?' He shook his head and got to his feet and was, to his big surprise, handed back his gun. 'B-but..'
What the..? Why was this guy helping him, after he wanted to nick his money from him? And how did he get this strong?
'You look like you're hungry.. would you like something to eat?' Vassu asked him, quietly.
The young man blinked, shifted his weight from one to the other leg, took a look at his gun and then looked back at the old man before him.
'What? ..what do you want from me?' He asked bewildered and cleared his throat, looking him in the eye. 'I mean, I erm.. do almost everything, for a price.'
'If you do everything, then why do you even ask?'
That got the youth off guard, and when the old man started to walk away, he followed. 'Hey, I said almost anything, not everything!'
Okay, so this was disgusting, but he needed that money. And, well.. He didn't want to try to rob the guy, again.. the last time wasn't much of a success.
And by the way, this guys house was huge! And big houses contain valuable stuff. So.. heheheh.
While the old man was preparing dinner of some sort, the brunette stuffed his pockets with pretty things from the kitchen table.
And just when he was about to steal this beautiful diamond set cigarette case, the demented old man turned around.
The youth froze, the cigarette case halfway in his pocket and his bright blue eyes meething the grey ones of Vassu.
To his surprise, he was being surprised a lot lately, the old man didn't do anything but setting down a plate with food on the table.
The youth raised an eyebrow and without questioning, he sat down at the table, instantly stuffing his face with potatoes and vegetables.
Until he heard a piano playing, that is.
'I twought I wus here fwor you..' He remarked, his mouth full off food.
'No, you're here for her.' Vassu said, gesturing in the direction of the music. 'Darejan Draculus.'
The brunette almost choked in his food. 'What is she.. A vampire?' He chuckled.
Vassu nodded. 'A vampire.'
'Uh-huh.. And lemme guess.. You're a vampire too?' He said pointing his fork at the others face.
'No, I'm just her servant.'
'Oh, right..' The brunette chuckled again, but when Vassu turned to leave, the young man stopped his blow-out. 'Where're ya going?'
Vassu didn't answer the young man's question. 'Do you like the food?' He asked him instead.
'Well, yeah..'
'Good. Enjoy it then.' And with that, Vassu left the kitchen.
'Darejan, my princess?' He called while entering the big, dark living room.
The old woman behind the piano turned to look at him. 'Vassu, did you bring me the boy?'
Vassu nodded and called for the street urchin, after that he left the two of them alone.
'That's one weird ol' man.. don't you think?' The brunette chuckled a little tense, a faked smile on his face and his thumbs in the pockets of his baggy pants.
Darejan remained silent and stood, while holding a tip of the black dress she whore. She came closer to take a better look at the young man.
He was beautiful. Vassu had done his job well..
End part one.
Note:
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Erm, eheheh... ^^;
This is my first vampire related story, please tell me what you think of it. Oh, and if you happened to find any flaws, tell me.
I'm Dutch and I don't have a spellchecker, so ..I would love you for it.
-Nathalie
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WARNING:
------------------
Okay, a major WARNING here.. *counts on fingers* Violence, drug abuse, sex, death and erm.. bad language?
No kiddie's allowed, and NO homophobes either, thankyouverymuch!
This is my first story EVER containing this sorta stuff (not to mention in English too!) so yeah..
If you didn't get it yet, this story is rated R for a reason! If you do not like stories with this kinda stuff in 'em, do yourself a favor and hit the back button!
And for all you other people, read on my friends.. ^^
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What would you do when you knew that your end was near?
What would you do if you knew that you had only a few days left to live?
Would you do, in those few short days, what you always had wanted.. or would you just wait for your certain death to come?
~
He was a butler, a servant, and he has been that for a long time now.
His mistress was a strong woman of nobility, and of great power once. But times have changed, and time took it's toll..
Vassu, who entered the big and twilit living room of the enormous house, carried a serving tray which contained a silver cup of tea and a few refreshments.
He was an old man.
His back hurted, his eyes weren't that good anymore and his legs couldn't carry him like they did when he was young.
Ah, when he was young.. When he could run like the wind, had a keen eyesight and quick, nimble fingers which he used for taking what he wanted most.
Money, gold, small things which appealed to him. Almost everything he wanted, he'd get. But now, after what seemed to be ages, he was nothing more but and old servant.
Vassu walked slowly to the fireplace where his mistress was sitting in her armchair, watching the fire and waiting for him to come to her.
She smiled when he handed her the cup of tea, but it was only a ghost of the beautiful one she used to give him.
When she was younger, he sighed at the memories the little smile recalled, her big brown eyes twinkled and her beautiful long raven black hair danced around her dark face in the pale moonlight. He loved that hair, her eyes, her dark brown skin, her. Even when her face started to wrinkle and her hair had turned grey.
He loved her and would give his life for his mistress..
'Vassu?' She called softly and gestured him to sit in the wooden chair close to her. He obeyed her and set the tray on the small coffee table next to the fire, which felt like a warm caress on his old face. 'Vassu?' She called again. 'What's wrong? you move so slowly today.. Are you tired?' When he didn't answer she took it as a yes. 'I know how it feels..' She informed him, taking a sip of her tea. 'To be tired.' She sighed a sigh full of sorrow as she too recalled old memories, then she looked at her servant. 'Do you remember the time when I was still young?' She asked and stood, setting her teacup on the tray and stretching her old body by throwing up her arms and doing a little pirouette, her dark blue dress swaying around her and a smile on her face. 'When I was so alive and beautiful?' Vassu tried to smile, he really tried, but failed miserably. So he only nodded instead.
She looked at him again and her smile vanished, hurrying to his side and sitting on the ground by his chair like a loyal old hound. 'Please Vassu, tell me what's bothering you..' She pleaded.
He finally looked her in the eye. 'I'm dying.' He mouthed. 'I have only a few days to live.'
It was only a whisper, a whisper as soft that human ears could never pick it up. But she wasn't human, so she could. 'Are you scared?' She asked him after a while, her brown eyes watery.
He remained silent again, his own grey eyes full of tears. 'Are you scared for me?' She asked him while taking his hand and holding it to her face. 'Don't. You know I'll be alright.'
He nodded, running his hand lovingly over her cheek.
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The businessman grunted, throwing his head up at the dark sky as he came. He pulled at the short brown hair of the young man between his legs one more time, and finally let go.
The youth quickly got to his feet while wiping his mouth with his sleeve and spitting out the nasty, awful tasting fluids.
'Where can I find you again?' The businessman asked, while hastily hoisting up his pants and handing him his money.
'Don't worry, I'll find you.. Bastard.' The youth added furious, and with that he ran. He ran as fast as he could.
Away from the cold and dark ally, and far away from the nameless businessman.
He was a catamite, a whore who soled his body for money. It was the only way to survive, either that or stealing.
It helped a great deal that he was good-looking. His handsome face with the stubbled chin, his bright blue eyes with the dark eyelashes, his lazy smile and his lean frame.
In fact it helped a lot. Because it meant that he wouldn't be hungry soon, not tonight.
He finally came to a halt in front of a large abandoned flat and entered the building by pushing aside a few planks. He squeezed himself trough the opening while opening the door with his free hand. It was dark inside, the only light sources where a few barrels with some unknown burning content.
Groups of dirty looking youths, much like himself, dressed in ragges where gathered around them. The whole floor was littered with old mattress, cans and bottles of alcohol, empty boxes and other unrecognisable things. The old building smelled like burning garbage. The young people didn't seem to care though. How could they?
They where to plastered and spaced out to even notice each other, so the bad smell was the last thing on their clouded minds.
He walked to a dark-skinned boy of his age sitting on one of the mattress, and handed him some money. Then he too sat, closing his eyes while the young man in front of him penetrated the pale skin of his arm with a dirty needle.
-
The next night Vassu knew what he had to do. He could see in his mistress' eyes. Without her saying a word, he knew.
So he put on his coat and scarf, and mingled with the night owls. It was cold and much to late for an old man like him to be outside, but he had to do it.
He had to do it for his mistress, it didn't matter what he felt about it 'cause he didn't matter. He was only a servant.
He walked along cinema's, discotheques, past street girls and their pimps. In the middle of the street a few young people where fighting, gunshots could be heard in the far distance and a shady looking young man began to follow him.
When Vassu stopped walking and turned his head, the brunette acted like he was just tying his shoelaces, but the old man knew better.
This was what he wanted, this was what his mistress wanted.
He acted like he didn't knew he was being followed, and leaded the young man into a blind alley.
Suddenly the young boy jumped before him, pushing his gun to Vassu's face. 'Give me your money!'
-
He found his victim for tonight, an old man. An easy prey..
He smirked, while feeling if the gun inside the big pocket of his old baggy pants was still there.
After a short while he followed the old man to an ally and jumped him. 'Give me your money!' He shouted while pushing the man against a wall.
'I don't have any..' Vassu denied, his hands above his head and a unusual confident smile around his mouth.
Agitation was written all over the young mans face as he waved the gun at his victim. 'Damnit! Don't mess with me old man! Where is it, do you keep it in your sock!?'
Vassu laughed a little. 'Yes, in my sock.'
The youth hesitated, looking down at the others feet, but crouched anyway. Suddenly he was lifted of the ground and thrown against the opposite wall.
When he looked up, he saw the old man standing in front of him, a smile still on his face and the lost gun in his hand.
'Wa..?' He shook his head and got to his feet and was, to his big surprise, handed back his gun. 'B-but..'
What the..? Why was this guy helping him, after he wanted to nick his money from him? And how did he get this strong?
'You look like you're hungry.. would you like something to eat?' Vassu asked him, quietly.
The young man blinked, shifted his weight from one to the other leg, took a look at his gun and then looked back at the old man before him.
'What? ..what do you want from me?' He asked bewildered and cleared his throat, looking him in the eye. 'I mean, I erm.. do almost everything, for a price.'
'If you do everything, then why do you even ask?'
That got the youth off guard, and when the old man started to walk away, he followed. 'Hey, I said almost anything, not everything!'
Okay, so this was disgusting, but he needed that money. And, well.. He didn't want to try to rob the guy, again.. the last time wasn't much of a success.
And by the way, this guys house was huge! And big houses contain valuable stuff. So.. heheheh.
While the old man was preparing dinner of some sort, the brunette stuffed his pockets with pretty things from the kitchen table.
And just when he was about to steal this beautiful diamond set cigarette case, the demented old man turned around.
The youth froze, the cigarette case halfway in his pocket and his bright blue eyes meething the grey ones of Vassu.
To his surprise, he was being surprised a lot lately, the old man didn't do anything but setting down a plate with food on the table.
The youth raised an eyebrow and without questioning, he sat down at the table, instantly stuffing his face with potatoes and vegetables.
Until he heard a piano playing, that is.
'I twought I wus here fwor you..' He remarked, his mouth full off food.
'No, you're here for her.' Vassu said, gesturing in the direction of the music. 'Darejan Draculus.'
The brunette almost choked in his food. 'What is she.. A vampire?' He chuckled.
Vassu nodded. 'A vampire.'
'Uh-huh.. And lemme guess.. You're a vampire too?' He said pointing his fork at the others face.
'No, I'm just her servant.'
'Oh, right..' The brunette chuckled again, but when Vassu turned to leave, the young man stopped his blow-out. 'Where're ya going?'
Vassu didn't answer the young man's question. 'Do you like the food?' He asked him instead.
'Well, yeah..'
'Good. Enjoy it then.' And with that, Vassu left the kitchen.
'Darejan, my princess?' He called while entering the big, dark living room.
The old woman behind the piano turned to look at him. 'Vassu, did you bring me the boy?'
Vassu nodded and called for the street urchin, after that he left the two of them alone.
'That's one weird ol' man.. don't you think?' The brunette chuckled a little tense, a faked smile on his face and his thumbs in the pockets of his baggy pants.
Darejan remained silent and stood, while holding a tip of the black dress she whore. She came closer to take a better look at the young man.
He was beautiful. Vassu had done his job well..
End part one.
Note:
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Erm, eheheh... ^^;
This is my first vampire related story, please tell me what you think of it. Oh, and if you happened to find any flaws, tell me.
I'm Dutch and I don't have a spellchecker, so ..I would love you for it.
-Nathalie
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