Fan Fiction ❯ All alone.. ❯ Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"All alone" (part 2) - A vampire story




WARNING:
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Like I said in the previous chapter.. a major WARNING here.. Violance, drug abuse, sex, death and bad language are all part of this story so..
No kiddy's allowed, and NO homophobes either!
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'So..' The young mans voice broke the silence. 'You're a vampire?'
Darejan kept her mouth shut and stalked him, like a tiger would do a prey. Encircled him, watched him, studied him. He was perfect.
'Why am I here?' The brunette asked, losing his patience. That, and little pieces of his sanity.
'You tell me..' She whispered, stopping in front of him.
'You mean, you don't know?' He blinked, then smiled while fingering the crucifix around her delicate neck. 'I'm here for you.'
'Do you like it?' She asked him, while taken the crucifix from him.
'Yeah, I do.'
'You can't have it.'
'But I need something in return.' He told her.
'In return for what?' She provoked him.
'For my services.. I'm here to make you happy.'
She smiled her little smile and turned away, slowly. 'And how, may I ask, are you planning to do that?'
'I'm gonna make you feel real good.' He husked.
Suddenly her smile turned into a frown. 'What do you take me for, huh? Some senile old witch!?' She pushed him away from her, no, she flanged him away.
He hit his head against the piano, hard. In shock and a lot of pain, he looked up at her. His vision blurred.
'What do you take me for?' She continued her rant. 'A dirty old wench who craves the flesh between your thighs? Do you!?' To his absolute horror, a bright orange light surrounded her. And out of nowhere, a hard gust of wind appeared, letting her grey hair dance wildly around her face while she floated just above the ground. 'DO YOU!?'
He shook his head and scrambled to his feet. And without looking back, he ran. He ran like he had never done before in his whole damn life.

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'Are you sure this is the one, princess?' Vassu asked a little unsure. He didn't like the thought of a thief taking care of his mistress, not one bit.
'Yes, I'm sure..' Darejan said. 'Didn't you see the way he looked at my crucifix, the fascination in his eyes? He's the one.'
'But princess, he's a thief.. a murderer-'
'Just like you once where.' She cut him off. 'So long ago..' She sighed, remembering the time when she still was a real princess.

The Dark Ages. Ah, now those where the days for a vampire..

'You where just like him, Vassu. Don't you remember that I saved your life when you where chased by the guards of the castle? You where all alone and badly wounded.. I rescued you and-'
'Gave me a piece of your eternal life? A reason to live for? Yes princess, I remember and I'm very grateful for it.' He smiled a little.
'Good.' Darejan said sternly, turning back to her piano.

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The brunette woke up to someone trying to steal the cigarette case from the pocket of his sweater.
The little boy was immediately greeted by the barrel of a gun to his forehead. 'I should kill you, you know?' He told him in a low voice, then flanged away his gun and handed the cigarette case to the flabbergasted boy who just looked at the case in his hand. 'Here, take it.'
The little criminal thanked him hastily and fled to the other side of the old building.
He closed his eyes again, but the sleep wouldn't take over. Frustrated, he turned to his side, and that's when he saw her. The vampire Darejan.
She was calling for him, surrounded by the bright orange glow. She was calling for him to come to her.
Suddenly, two large figures bashed in the door of the flat, causing panic to the group of young people. They all tried to escape trough the back door, screaming and crying for the others.

Except for him. After what happened last night and what he just saw, he just didn't have the strength to run anymore.
'Hello Lindo.' One of the two big man said while lifting the brunette up by the collar of his dirty sweater. 'Nice to see you again..'
The young man got up and faked a smile. 'Loach, my friend!' He grinned, nervously. 'You know, I haven't quiet got the money yet.. But I-'
'Too late.' The big man cut him off. 'But you can pay me with something else.'
'I can?' The brunette asked surprised.
'Yeah.. You can pay me, with your life!' And as quick as lightening, the knife sank deep into the youths stomach.

Vassu, back in the kitchen of the big house, reached for his own stomach, feeling a sudden excruciating pain slice trough his old body.
He instantly knew what was happening and rushed to get his coat. It didn't took him long to find the thief, following the instinct he'd been given by his mistress.
He ran back, carrying Lindo in his arms. Blood was seeping from the the gash at an alarming rate, covering the carpet and the marble floor in the hall.
Vassu wasted no time and rushed to Darejan who instantly laid him on her servant's coat. After that, Vassu returned to the kitchen where he fell to the cold stone kitchen floor.

Dead.

The female vampire walked to a little altar and took a strange looking knife from it, made from steal with a black leather handle. An athame.
She returned to Lindo, sitting down between his legs. 'You are strong..' She told him.
'Right now I don't feel that strong..' He replied coughing, his body shacked from the great loss of blood.
'You are, and I'm gonna make you feel better. But you have to do what I tell you to..' With that, she raised the athame to her throat and sliced it, just enough to bleed. 'Drink.' She told him, and lifted his head to her neck. 'Drink..' And he obeyed.
After a while, she lifted up his sweater to show him the healed wound, not even a scar was left.
He was speechless. Not only because his wound healed that quick, but also because of Darejan. She was young again..
Her beautiful raven black hair was framing her smooth dark face as she leaned down and pressed her soft lips against his.
Lindo could only watch as she laid him back down on the coat, losing himself in her touch.

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The autumn wind blew softly on the graveyard, taking some leaves from the surrounding trees with her.
They swirled a little in the air, almost danced, to finally fall down on a lonely tombstone.
The only thing that was written on the weather-beaten piece of stone was a name.

Vassu Manel.


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Life goes on, and so does time.

But some things never change, some things remain like they always been.

All alone..







THE END.. *dun, DUN!*




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*sobs* So emotional, so sad, so.. not me. ^^;
I dunno what has gotten into me. i mean, look at it! It's so.. wrong.
Anyway, tell me what's on your mind right now..
Oh, and if you happened to find any flaws, tell me about that too. I'm Dutch and I don't have a spellchecker, so ..I would love you for it. ^^

-Nathalie
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